Suck 'Em Dry

Lured In.

Chilly.
This time of the year was by far Troye's favourite. Recalling the faint memory of his mere mortal life, he was pretty sure he had never been one for the hot, humid air his Australian home provided him with.
Sort of ironic that he was wandering the streets of Los Angeles in this very moment, isn't it?
Well, no. Sure enough, the Californian state was in fact not the most comfortable one for creatures like him, but Troye liked to come here nonetheless. When it wasn't as sunny and as hot.

After a few years of travelling, he had fallen in love with the United States. Specifically with L. A.
The homosexual community, or LGBT community as they called it nowadays, was huge and easily accesskble in this city. Moreover, these metropolitan men were downright delicious.

Troye was now standing in front of one of his favourite bars in West Hollywood: Andrew's.
It was a lot smaller, compared to your ordinary gay club and less crowded. Fortunately. Don't get Troye wrong though; there were only a few things he enjoyed more than watching sweaty, shirtless men grinding against each other.
Yet, it would've been foolish for him to believe he could handle the overstimulation of his senses these clubs were known for, when he was like this.

Undernourished, tired and thirsty – in more then one way.

Gracefully, he pushed the door open and entered. He could feel the men's eyes immediately on his slender form, examining him like he was their prey. Little did they know.
The innocent, almost naïve aura surrounding the boy was one of the many advantages brought with immortality. He had never been a person to be considered unattractive, but since becoming a creature of the night, men were almost entranced by his mere presence.
They couldn't resist his advances, even if they wanted to.

Troye made his way over to the bar, ignoring the admiring looks he was receiving by both men and women and slid swiftly onto one of the stools. He beckoned the bartender over, who was eyeing him with a suspicious smirk. Troye was a regular. One who was known for taking people home and, well, you get the idea.

"The usual?"

He responded with a nod. The other man smiled and left him to let his observant eyes analyse the room. Soon, he shifted his attention towards a group of young men, all somewhere around their twenties. They were sat in a booth, chatting away. Majority of them seemed very invested in the conversation, which only bothered Troye the slightest bit, since they were all thoroughly attractive.
But as he watched the pack of humans, he saw something in the corner of his eye. A small movement anyone else would not have noticed. The simple act of two heads facing his way.
He caught up quickly and looked at the two members of the group, who were staring at him.

Both of them had brown hair, one's were curly and wild, the other ones were cut on the sides, but fairly voluminous on top. Latter had piercingly green eyes which were staring right into Troye's. They were gorgeous, held so much depth. The men were a lot buffer than him, and it was obvious that Curlyhead was teasing his friend.
He knew they were talking about him.

"...definitely your type...", he heard him say, "...go get some of that cute twink ass..."

Green Eyes tried to shush the other man, but it was way too late. Of course they couldn't know that Troye had heard what they had said, but even a deaf person would've caught up on the fact that one of them was interested in him.
Now both of them were looking at him, Green Eyes particularly petrified. He didn't really understand why though. There was no reason to be ashamed. A lot of people wanted Troye, in one way or another. And this guy was certainly more likely to actually get what he longed for.

Troye cocked his head slightly and shot him a small smile, then turned back to the bar, just in time to see the bartender bring his drink. "Thanks Joe", he said.
He took a large gulp and sighed as the burning liquid ran down his throat. Surprisingly, alcohol still had an effect on him. Even the smallest amount managed to make him feel light-headed and clouded his senses the tiniest bit, which even let his thirst get less intrusive.
It would never completely eliminate the urge to feed, but at least alcohol made it bearable to talk to humans or to even get intimate with them when he was this hungry.

The thought brought him back to the man who'd been watching him, and he briefly questioned whether or not he would bring up the courage to walk up and talk to Troye. It would be a shame if he didn't, to be quite honest, because a human was not only a necessity to satiate the burning pain in the back of the creatures throat, but also to fulfil its physical needs.
It wasn't long until Troye could hear shuffling and footsteps coming from behind him. The corners of his mouth twitched cheekily when he heard the man's friends hollering. He knew he'd come around.
They always did.

The man was now right beside him. Troye took another sip from his glass before looking up at the stranger who was eyeing him cautiously.
Handsome, he noticed. Quite built, too.
He subconsciously bit his lip. Yes, he wanted him. And he would get him.

"Hi", he said softly, only now feeling the heat that was radiating off the human and his smell, God his smell. He couldn't wait to taste this mortal.

"Hey", was the hoarse, and lightly slurred, answer. "You come here often?"

Regardless of the blatancy that this person did not care about the response to his question whatsoever, Troye decided to answer.
"Not at all. I was just walking around town and went inside for a drink." Lie. Actually, it was one that he told most of his victims. He didn't need them to come to one of his favourite bars to search for him. The bond some of them built with him was pretty annoying on Troye's side. He was looking for casual hook-ups, not for a companion. "What's your name?", he asked.

"Connor. Yours?"

"I'm Troye." His hand slowly moved towards Connor's arm. His fingers lightly traced one of the prominent veins and he could feel the gentle pulse of blood pumping through it. The sensation made Troye's throat itch and caused a little twitch down under. He felt Connor's arm hairs rise under his touch and smiled cheekily.
"Fancy meeting you."

"The pleasure's all mine", was the man's husky answer. He licked his lips again, not able to mask his blunt want for the boy whose feathery touch was driving him insane. Neither of them were in the mood draw this out when it was obvious where they would end up. Troye smiled innocently and leaned in to whisper into Connor's ear.

"Your place or mine?"