I feel fire; me&you don't want to fake it

[NATHANIEL PEIRCE GRAYSON]

Closed. Tagged for Jerrriiiii. (Gabe ;))

Club Envy. It was the hippest, newest place in town, and everything that could pass for human - even if they weren't - had to be here on the scene, checking it out. Some where here for only perhaps finding company, and others for maybe just unwinding...but they were all here for some kind of good time. It seemed to be a reoccurring trend that found Nathaniel as one of the nameless bodies, sweating and grinding against the almost physical sound of the bumping music in almost the way he could reach out at any given time and touch a real person. But he didn't want the company of just anyone tonight. As solo as he seemed, lost in his own world...Nate was very aware.

And he wasn't ever really alone, Baltome was in the shadows somewhere, lounging, drinking and schmoozing potential clients. And other weres of his little makeshift pack were there as well. They had a job to do like always...but this was sort of like a live buffet, and he and the other werewolves were the main course, but right now this was just the appetizer...the cocktail hour. Later those fat greedy paying customers would be able pick over them, behind the comfort of closed doors. No questions asked. Baltome certainly had a wide variety of delicacies to choose from.

Nonetheless, he did what he was supposed to swaying and moving effortlessly, like the music was a part of him. An extension of who he was - like another appendage or a subconscious action, like breathing. Certainly he didn't need to dance to continue living, but anyone just watching could probably be fooled. There was a look of absolute need to be doing what he was right at that moment. Nate seemed to forget everything - taking the length of one more song to really get lost...forgetting that in a few hours he was going to be someones paid plaything, forgetting that off to the side of where Boltome was Leon lurking and watching them all.

Forgetting what he really was.

It didn't last long (pretending never did) because as the music changed - not really fading in volume or stopping completely, just simply finding a seamless point when suddenly it was no longer the same song. It was slower, no less exciting but still obviously meant for couples only, which left Nathaniel the odd man out on this one. As he swayed in one spot waiting for his racing pulse to slow he glanced around. Lifting a hand he carded it through the short but soft loose ends of his hair from the front to the back. When his palm swept over those closely clipped hairs just above the nap of his neck the action caught him in a somewhat languid stretch, emphasizing the better parts if his physique, but only for a expanded, bloated second...like it could have been deliberate if he had stayed in the enticing pose for just one heart beat longer. But when he dropped his arm he was moving in a casual canter off the dance floor and toward the bar.

The far end where there didn't seem to be much of a crowd is where he settled. After moving that long and that much, it was like a work out or just really good sex...even he needed a drink and a break. Effortlessly he slid up onto to stool and waited patiently for the bartender to notice she had a new customer with nothing more demanding then a small pleasant smile and half lidded eyes...

[GABRIEL ISAAC BELDEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #504f4f; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #742323 solid; border-bottom: 10px #742323 solid;] I’m Your own Personal Jesus… …Someone to hear your prayers… …Someone who's there Words: 1,708 || Tagged: Nathaniel Grayson || Status: Complete Every night was the same mundane activities. Do pack paperwork, do pack finances, cook dinner for myself as well as anyone who is home, shift to check the perimeters of the Vokul land to make sure that there was no trespassers, shift back to human to shower, shoot waded up bunches of paper at the little basket ball hoop suctioned cupped above the garbage instead of finalizing paper work, go to bed. Over and over, day after day, the same thing. I used visit all the local shops and venues, clubs, bars, anything just to get out of this house. That was all before I took over the responsibilities as alpha of the Vokul. I don’t know why gran thought that I was capable of doing this. Well, I am more than capable. I have the power and strength to control a pack of any size. I just lack the will and conviction. I grow bored and restless with this same routine; I don’t know how she was able to manage it without going off her rocker. I think I have a bad case of cabin fever going on. I couldn’t stand being stuck on this property a moment longer. I have to escape. The pack would live without me for a few hours; they all have my cell number if any emergencies come up anyhow. Too much work is too strenuous on the mind, correct? So I’m really just doing some personal therapy for going out. Yes, that is a good excuse for it. Therapy for the mind. I had just come back in from taking the several mile long run around our property. I was fresh out of the shower; droplets of water still clung to my skin. A soft, fluffy white towel was wrapped loosely around my waist as I puttered around my room, attempting to find my wallet and keys. It has been so long since I’ve been out that I don’t even remember where I left them. A cigarette was between my lips, every once in a while I’d take a drag off of it absentmindedly. Having found my wallet under my bed and my keys in the bed side stand where they actually should be, I started pulling on clothes. A pair of slim fitting dark blue jeans, a medium to darker grey tee shirt, my worse for the wear black leather boots that looked like they have been through both World Wars and then some. I stepped back into the bathroom just for a moment to slap a small bit of hair gel into my hair, styling my dark hair into its usual fohawk. I shoved my wallet in my back pocket and plucked my keys off my bed where they then laid. I paused for just a moment to light a fresh cigarette now that the other was finished. The large house echoed with each foot step. Despite all the belongings within the old slave plantation house there was still emptiness to it. Or at least I found it that way after the rest of my family no longer walked among the living. It seemed like there were no bodies to fill the void, all my wolves were out enjoying themselves for the night. Or maybe the house was just emptier than I had thought. Boots crunched against the loose gravel in the drive way as I made my way to my car. My car was the one possession of mine that I’d give someone a through beating for touching without close supervision. My car, a very, very lovely ’70 Chevy Challenger; a true American classic car. The Challenger was a burnt orange color with a black interior with orange piping where needed for accents. The stick shift car was my pride and joy, the one thing I didn’t share well with others. Just because I loved my car doesn’t mean I babied it when I drove, just the opposite. I drove like a bat out of hell; using fast reflexes and super human senses to guide me at a speed that no human would be able to navigate without wrecking. My destination tonight was Envy. I couldn’t go to the local shops or bar tonight. I wanted some social interaction and this was the best way to get it with all the bodies crammed into such a small space, it was just the perfect kind of place for me right now. I parked my car in the back and walked around the front, the heels of my boots scraping against the pavement with each step. I dropped my cigarette but into the bucket of sand just outside of the door as I passed through the entrance. Walking into Envy was like a metaphysical slap in the face. It seemed like there was no air in the place with all the swimming energy of werewolves. My eyes closed for a moment, a smile just barely causing the corners of my lips to twitch upwards. The feel of all the metaphysical presence of so many werewolves caused something deep within me to uncurl; it almost felt like a brush of fur on the inside in some unknown location within me where my wolf disappeared to. I didn’t put a cap down on him, I didn’t put him on an air tight lock down, and just as I am tired of the mundane work he is too. Besides, there was nothing for me to fear in this place, most of the people in here are kin even if they aren’t from Vokul; they are still a wolf in the end. I could feel my wolf stretching inside of me, there wasn’t enough room for him inside of me, he wanted out and wasn’t happy that he couldn’t come out and play with all these wolves surrounding him. With my wolf being so close to the surface my eyes weren’t their human dark brown, but more of a light gold, a mixture of both of our eye colors. I thought about going up to the bar and getting a drink, the thought was soon dismissed as quickly as it came. I have had plenty of time to sit about drinking my wits away in my boredom at home. I wasn’t about to become incoherent and not remember this rare night out, it would totally defeat the purpose of me coming out in the first place. No, drinking wouldn’t do tonight. I waded into the crowd of dancers. I could almost taste their energy. Under the sweat, shampoo, and perfumes I could smell the dark musky sent of wolves. This alone seemed to be intoxicating. I had almost forgotten what it was like to be surrounded by so many wolves at once. Finger tips brushed against bare arms here and there, it was almost like a small current of electricity with each touch, causing goose bumps to ripple across my flesh. Men and women alike began to recognize what I was, not just a werewolf, but a very powerful alpha. Hands began to reach out to me here and there, beckoning me to become their dance partner. I was all too happy to oblige. I never hesitated with whoever my dance partner became; I would pull them up flush against my body, becoming one with them in each fluid dance movement. My wolf was rolling in delight with such close proximity of wolves, at some points I didn’t know who was controlling my body, me or him. Our thoughts and actions blended together so closely sometimes I didn’t know who brought them on. I found it difficult to rest my teeth against the flesh of exposed throats if my dance partner, an all too wolf act of dominance. I had a little mental wrestling match with my wolf for a moment to keep those kinds of actions to a minimum, I could feel him glowering at me but he was just too thrilled to put up a fight. A devious smirk was spread across my lips as the dance partner I had was quickly replaced with a new body as soon as one song blended into another. My right arm hooked around his waist, pulling him in close to me. My head tipped slightly to the side so my cheek could brush lightly against his, the scruff along my jaw a little prickly against his cheek. So I couldn’t contain all wolf like displays, he was far too close to the surface to suppress everything, some things slip out. The song that was booming all throughout the club slowed a song for couples. This is where I unwrapped myself from the arms of the wolves around me and made a hasty escape for the bar. Dancing with anyone was fine by me, but to be caught in a couples dance with someone, no thank you. My skin was slightly damp with sweat. My chest rose and fell a little quicker than normal; I was slightly out of breath from the exertion. My brow furrowed a little and a slight scowl pulled down at the corners of my lips at the mass of people at the bar and the quite lack of service at this end of the bar. I squeezed myself between people to get up right to the bar counter, not caring whose personal space I invaded. Using my height to my advantage I stretched up and waved the bartender down. Once she came down to the end of the bar I was at a charming smile flashed across my features, ”the usual,” was all I had to tell her. I used to come down here enough before I had to grow up and play Alpha that she knew what my beverage of choice was. She was again rewarded with that good boy charm when she brought me my bottle of beer. I know I said no drinking but what would one drink do while I took a short breather. I settled back against the counter, sipping at my beer. I was oblivious to those surrounding me. The still human and wolf mingled, light golden eyes swept over the crowd that was still out on the dance floor swaying to the slower music. [/style] Feeling's unknown and you're all alone

[NATHANIEL PEIRCE GRAYSON]

Nathaniel could have been sitting at the bar bleeding out and it seemed that he wouldn't haven't been noticed, for that matter he didn't think he would have cared as soon as he walked in. It was a power so commanding that his normally hazel eyes were drawn instantly - his focus sharpening remarkably through the crowd and haze. By the reaction he got he might as well have been jumping up and down naked with a huge flashing banner. Now, he'd never considered himself sheltered to much of...well, anything, but it was a first to get taste of that sort of energy. It made him shiver - his arms crossed and wrapped around himself as if he was cold. Ducking his chin down a little he was among the dozens of other good little wolfies in the joint that felt the caress. The power that cracked over the crowd, because of one man's presence, seemed to tumble down his spin as if it was a warm trickle gently coaxing up something else in the place of being human. It was so subtle, but all together so...obvious. He actually glanced to the side to the humans beside him to confirm what he already knew - drunk and oblivious.

It left his throat feeling thick though and his eyes searched once more for the source of all that delicious touchable power. He almost left his seat - went right back out to the dance floor to join the rest of them - but merely watched with a sort of longing as those lucky sops got to reach out for physical contact. His skin crawled and itched for it, almost buzzed for begging relief. Not even Boltome or Leon had this sort of effect on him - or hell for any of them. They were both strong dominants, for sure, but this...Nathaniel knew the word for it. Alpha. This man was the real deal, through and through. No gimmicks here, folks, just the gen-u-ine article. Catching his bottom lip in his teeth lightly he continued to watch, unable to do anything else but that (he really wasn't all that forward enough to approach someone in such a way unless he'd been told to) - there was something so terribly intimate with having his inner beast played with like that though he felt the barest twitches of excitement starting up.

And the closer he got the more that little something extra stirring to life in Nathaniel seemed to stretch up as if wanting to reach out in return but there was no way out. His wolf was left pacing, agitated and denied under the fact he couldn't come out to have a little fun. Nathaniel had the briefest moment of clarity in which he caught movement out of the corner of his eye - something about the familiar form snatching his attention enough to make his eyes slid over, but not turn his head. He wondered what look was on his face just then to make Leon look like he was looking right then. The wall of a werewolf, all broad dark and dangerous muscle, always hanging around just where and when he was needed...gave a minute shake of his head as if in warning. Nathaniel felt himself grin a little...and perhaps he did it just to see the other man stiffen but he was already turning his gaze away.

He couldn't sit idly anymore, and he forced his arms down, smoothing the palm of his hands along the thigh of his jeans as he quickly wet his lips. There had never been a time when he'd felt the reaction of his wolf to anyone - his clientele mainly consisted of the over privileged and money bloated, but mostly definitely human. Oh sure...he'd been with plenty of his own kind, and he always went into their bed with them knowing what he was, him knowing what they were, but his appeal, his attraction really made an impact with the more average. Once you've crossed the line into the preternatural world...a good submissive really isn't all that uncommon - Boltome was just a good business man if nothing else. He knew where his product would sell the hottest and with whom.

Slipping from the stool, Nathaniel avoided bumping into anybody with an almost liquid grace. He simply couldn't imagine going up to the man that had caught his eye with enough interest to make him forget that he was here doing a job - that he was supposed to be enticing clients, not someone that wouldn't be paying. Since he didn't have enough forward prowess to just walk up and say...nice shoes wanna food around? Nate used the next best tool to his arsenal. He'd always had the promise of sex to his advantage, he could personify it in a complex mix of enticing and coy allure. But he couldn't help stop himself and didn't try to, to caught up in the sudden game he felt like playing, he headed back to the dance floor taking the purposeful walk along the line of the bar so when he passed the alpha he barely brushed against the man. Accident? Hardly. But thanks to the crowd, if anyone had noticed other then the intended person it just looked like he was trying to get by. He made purposeful eye contact - counting on the fact that it would be just a reaction to look over when bumped into- and although his head tipped almost shyly, the small smile and look that stepped through his eyes ruined any possibility of playing innocent for very long. "Excuse me," he said, low and if not a bit breathless.

If it had been anyone else, any one less then what he knew the man was, then they wouldn't have heard it, but he didn't even stall long enough to make sure - he forced himself to keep going even while the back of this neck tingled.

Over confident? Who Nathaniel? Naw.

By the time he'd rejoined the outskirts of the crowd all jammed pack the beat had changed once more in the seamless way it seemed to. The DJ was scratching out a club version of some popular song to turn up the face paced tempo. It was then he did what he did best. Nathaniel gave the man a preview to the show he could possibly have full access too...

[GABRIEL ISAAC BELDEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #504f4f; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #742323 solid; border-bottom: 10px #742323 solid;] I’m Your own Personal Jesus… …Someone to hear your prayers… …Someone who's there Words: 1,175 || Tagged: Nathaniel Grayson || Status: Complete The soft brush of someone walking past me almost went unnoticed. Almost. In that brief contact I felt the warm brush of wolf, the faint whiff of the woodsy musk scent that clings to our kind under shampoos and colognes. My golden eyes couldn’t help but to look down, meeting it startling blue eyes. The dropped head and the soft smile give him an innocent look about him. It was the look in his eyes that ripped the carpet out from under my so to speak. My wolf was less than pleased when he realized the boy had won my attention, quite thoroughly too. My wolf was all about finding the strongest she-wolf in town to claim as ours. He wanted someone strong and female that would do our pack well and bare me an heir of Vokul. Sucks for him that I have the ability to shut him out and do as I please. My wolf and I have a very large disagreement when it comes to our sexual preference. I like men and women, he does not. It is a very surreal feeling to have two parts of you to like two different things. It is a very split personality feeling. If my wolf could have it his way I’d be going to visit that pretty little blonde that is at the corner of the dance floor, she’s been eyeing me since I stepped through the door. She was pretty, I could feel the strong bite of her power, but even from this distance I could feel that she was just the kind of werewolves that would fuck their way to the top. My wolf and I did agree in some aspects that I did need to find a strong support for the pack but we just differed on the gender. The she-wolf that he liked I wouldn’t touch with a thirty-nine and a half foot pole. The war with my wolf was brief, in the end I have control over him outside of full moon nights, as I leaned against the bar counter. He was now on lock down so he wouldn’t come out for real in this place just to spite me. Pulling down deep within my left me feeling empty; the club didn’t seem so loud or so full anymore. There was still the distant hum of the other wolves prickling at my skin but it just wasn’t the same, it wasn’t my wolf nor did any one of these have the same level of power as my own. The cool bitter taste of the beer I had ordered flowed over my tongue and down my throat as I relaxed at the bar for a few moments. I was grateful for the cold beverage with the warm temperature within the club. Dark brown eyes, now free of the golden tint from my wolf, lingered over the crowd of dancers before me. My gaze didn’t linger on a single face for too long, darting from person to person. My gaze quickly came to a halt, falling heavily upon the man that had brushed against me a few minutes ago. My head tipped to the side slightly as I considered him. I’ve never seen him before, he sure as hell wasn’t one of my wolves, and I would remember a face like that. I didn’t peg him for Kinbok either. This left the only other possibility being Rogue, an unclaimed werewolf. The blonde woman that had been watching me like a hawk since my arrival here, the very same that my wolf liked, broke away from the dance floor, I could see her making a bee line right for me out of the corner of my eye. This was my time to attempt an escape. I tipped my head back and drained the remaining contents of my beer. I set the empty bottle down on the counter and tossed down a few bills on the counter to cover my tab and a tip. With my wolf on full shut down I was able to pass through the crowds nearly unnoticed, only those that knew what I was by seeing my face reached out to me, hands brushing against my arms in passing to try and get a taste of the power I wield but no longer offered for everyone to enjoy. Dark eyes were again on that Rogue wolf as I skirted around the outside of the dance floor. Several times I paused to take up a dance with partners that presented themselves from me, my gaze nor did my attention waver from that man for very long. I pulled away from whoever’s grasp I was in and began to walk up to the man, his back now just a few feet away. Muscles worked easily to move me through the gyrating crowd without touching a single part of someone’s body with a liquid grace. I moved close enough to him that there was just a breath’s width between my chest and his back, if I just breathed in too deeply there would be contact between us. I bowed my head slightly, my lips just barely touching the man’s right ear, “I don’t like playing games,” I whispered softly into his ear in a deep growling tenor. With an easy movement I took a step back from him, any easy smirk curling at the corner of my lips. Again stepped up close to him, this time to whisper in the same tone into his left ear, ”I tend to cheat when I play games. And I really don’t lose well.” A deep, rolling chuckle fell past my lips as I once again moved away from him. If he wants to play coy I can just as well. Though my downfall is always that I’m impatient, I like taking things I want and end it at that, I don’t like messing around. I faded into the crowd, loosing myself within them so I was out of sight if he turned to look for me. I never lost sight of him, I was never far away. I moved quietly through the crowd in a wide arc around him until I could see his face once again. I moved with the crowd, grabbing a random body to dance with to blend in. As the current song faded out and another blended in I released my slightly breathless dance partner and once again waded through the crowd, moving directly toward him. Dark eyes locked onto his as I moved easily. I stopped right in front of him, stopping as close as I could without actually touching him, my right hand rising so my index finger could lightly turn his face up to mine. There was a dark glint in my eye, a crooked smirk curled across my lips as my own head bowed. It looked as if I were going to kiss him until I stopped short, just the barest of touches as I spoke, ”so tell me my little wolf, what it is you want?” [/style] Feeling's unknown and you're all alone