Thread: Blood of my Heart

Neville stared at Gabriel for a moment before shaking his head Blaise snapping his teeth at the man playfully, though Blaise had actually bitten the man on more than one occasion when Gabriel had proven to be too slow. Blaise was certainly enjoying the shows, his breath coming in a short pant. happy birthday to me! he purred, pleased as he drank down his alcohol, wanting to get happily drunk so he could touch without feeling guilty. permission or not he always felt bad that he was screwing other people. he never realized that Neville got some sick pleasure out of it. it was a kink of Neville's that he just never bothered telling Blaise, the make up sex was always great the next day anyway. Neville was even enraptured by the dancing beauty on stage, moaning at the pulses of lust spilling through the crows as the man settled onto Gabriele's lap, Blaise actually whining pathetically. Draco sighed softly as his lips brushed Gabriele's and paused for a moment, looking a little disgusted that he had been coughed on, his head tilted, no recognition on the blond's face. it had been eight years after all, and Gabriele hadn't become freinds with Blaise until after Draco had vanished so it was no wonder that Draco didn't recognize the man. ...Draco!? Neville demanded, astonished and Draco tilted his head, freezing as he saw Neville, and then Blaise, both of whom where gaping at him and Draco hissed through his teeth, leaping to his feet and vanishing into the crowd, hands reaching for him, stroking the softness of his body, the hardness of his dick, the silky smooth strands of his hair, and then he was gone, vanished into the back room, the music still playing people muttering, confused as the owner of the store stepped out. my apologies it would seam that our Albion has become ill for the night. the tall Frenchman smiled winningly into the crowd. please, Enjoy our Aubrey. he stated, sweeping his hand to a golden haired man who was moving out onto stage and beginning his dance instead, Jean Claude smiling at the crowd again before moving out of the way of the show, people forgetting their confusion in favor of the new pretty male on stage. ...was i the only one here who found that...strange? Neville asked softly before getting to his feet. come on, i'll see if my cousin can't get us in to see... Albion. Draco's stage name was Albion? how weird was that!? Neville moved through the tables and smiled at a man who looked too much like Nev to be a coincidence. hey Nester... we where wondering if we could go backstage ad see Dra... Albion? he asked the other man hesitating a moment. i'd have to run it past the big man first Nev, Albion looked kind of freaked out... Nester admitted shaking his head. wait here and i'll go get Jean Claude. he promised vanishing. five minutes later the tall, black eyed, black haired, pale as moonlight man stepped out and examined the rag tag group. i am afraid that Albion is not taking visitors. if you like, i will leave a message for him. he is very ill. no he's not, he's avoiding us. Blaise stated crossing his arms. whats all this Albion crap!? he's been missing for eight years! did you kidnap him!? what are you doing to him!? ...Blaise... you of all people know better than that, Draco wouldn't... he paused at Jean Claude's noise of soft startlement. you know Albion's real name... you must be from his past... it is no wonder he looked so frightened... i am afraid i cannot allow you to see him, he does now wish to have any part of you, please, enjoy the rest of the show... do not come back. Jean Claude ordered his eyes staring each man down, wanting their agreement to not bother Draco anymore. ugh... going to bed. i'll be up at 520 am tomorrow and i'll respond to the rest then