Bad Day (Victor/Casual) FINISHED

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

"Don't worry...it's on me..."

"I... I don't feel comfortable with that..." He whispered shyly, averting Victor's steely eyes. His blush was considerably noticable, however, and he fumbled with the zipper of his wallet. "I--I can pay..." He blinked in nervousness, having the man's face in such close proximity. It unnerved him.

"It really is quite late."

Sebastian's breath caught in his throat. "Yes, and I should... be returning... home." He rubbed the back of his neck. It was hard to keep averting his eyes. He couldn't help but look at Victor's face once more. It almost made him melt.

[JACK THE RIPPER]

Victor reached forward and set a hand on Sebastian's wallet--and a good portion of the man's own hand--lowering it. "Uncomfortable with it?" he asked softly. "Well, we'll have to remedy that. Really, it's on me."

He removed his hand and straightened up, setting his glass aside and crossing his arms again. He looked down at Sebastian, his smirk softer than before. It was very apparent that the last thing the poor man wanted to do was return home.

"Should you now?" Victor asked questioningly, one eyebrow raising slowly and eloquently. It was obvious that that was not what Victor had planned for him.

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Victor's touch had almost singed his hand. Not in the bad way... No, it was in a way that set his heart beating a hundred miles a minute. He gulped, putting his wallet back hastily in his pocket. His face was a deep red, and mentally smacked himself for letting it be. He was a fool, no doubt about that.

There was no way on earth he wasn't sleeping with Victor tonight, whether or not he wanted to.

And boy, did he want to. But he had PRINCIPLES! What was he going to do? That raised eyebrow tormented him so... but he was tormented enough. He shouldn't even think about being pleasured, much less by this man. His mind strayed back to what had brought him to the bar in the first place... The poor little girl. Why should he be living up this moment, when his mind told him to mourn her loss?

But temptation had other plans for him.

"No."

[JACK THE RIPPER]

Victor watched him, his face grim now, but his eyes alive with a delighted grin. "Very well then. I'll leave him to lock up," he said in a businesslike tone, jerking his head toward the door. He ran a hand through his hair, making one curl pop up and into his eyes.

He walked from behind the bar, looking out the wide window a moment and then turning, facing Sebastian now. "You can leave the glasses."

With one movement, he'd swiped his coat off of the hanging rack near the side of the door and pulled it on. It was a heavy overcoat, one that someone would bundle up in if it were a very cold day. When he turned back, the charming smile had replaced itself.

He was in complete control of the situation, and it was maddening. How? How had he gained such control in the span of a short hour?

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian sat almost dumbfounded. He fumbled with the glass like he didn't want to leave it, but what choice did he have? He started to get up in a daze. This was too unreal for him. Like he was having a dream, or a nightmare, or a vision, or all three. This was like whiplash, making him dizzy and confused inside. He was going to sleep with Victor. He barely knew Victor. Yet Victor was the one calling to his bed.

He held himself up by the edge of the bar while walking towards Victor. He gulped, not looking him in the eye, though he did lay his gaze on his stomach. It seemed... tight... underneath all that cloth. It made him squirm, especially when his gaze drifted down... farther. His messy hair hid his eyes, so he hoped Victor couldn't see.

'Oh, what have I gotten myself into?'

[JACK THE RIPPER]

Victor waited for him a moment, his gaze drifting down and grazing the inside of Sebastian's thighs. After a moment, his eyes raised again, sparkling. He would pretend not to notice until they got to his apartment...then the game would come to a climax and then slowly fade out. The game almost always ended like that, be it two minutes or two months after it started.

With a wordless exchange of glances, he decided that Sebastian was ready to go as well as he was. He started toward the door, coat sweeping around his knees when he turned abruptly. He slipped out into the crisp air, shivering, his shoulders going tight. It would be nice to finally be back in the apartment, where there was heat and no snow...

He glanced behind him, wondering for a moment how Sebastian had gotten here. If he had a car, he would have to leave it, and that would be a bit awkward for the morning after. Especially as Victor had no excuse to be there tomorrow, since it was his day off.

He smiled a little at Sebastian once he'd ambled his way out.

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian gulped as he followed Victor's form. It was cold out, and he had to button up his jacket. His fingers were clumsy, though, with this anticipation that was building up inside him. He looked all around him, making sure no one was watching. Not that he cared, but it did look a little strange, the way he stumbled behind this dominant man.

"If... If you were wondering, I walked here," he said. "And my apartment isn't far." He didn't know why he said that, except to maybe hint that if he needed to run home, he could. But he probably wouldn't be home until morning, though Victor's unspoken invitation still left the conditions up for debate.

[JACK THE RIPPER]

Victor turned to him, letting Sebastian talk through him about his apartment. "Good. It won't take much to get you there, then," he said quietly. Their shoulders were almost touching in this position, and a wide smirk went across the darker man's mouth.

With a fluid movement, Victor gently took Sebastian's chin and turned his face to his, knowing that in this dark and at this angle, his employee wouldn't be able to see them from inside.

Carefully, Victor leaned in, teasing him a bit by running his tongue lightly along Sebastian's bottom lip. He closed the gap soon enough, though, trying to get a taste of what the man had to offer. He waited for his reaction in anticipation, his teeth lightly grazing Sebastian's bottom lip again. Victor knew he was going quickly, but it was just a quickie before the real fun.

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian couldn't breath. It was like his oxygen was being sucked out by a large vacuum, making his eyes almost pop out of his skull. The way that tongue teased his lip, they way Victor's mouth caught his in a gentle but violent hols. It was almost too much to bear. His eyes rolled back inside his head as he moaned the way Victor grazed his lip. His arms slowly wrapped themselves around the taller man's torso, himself going almost limp.

This was too good to be true. Really it was. Now that he was kissing him back, there was no stopping him. He was sure Victor never kissed a person the way Sebastian kissed people, and that was fine. His kiss was not a rough, violent kiss, nor was it just an innocent make-out session. His kisses were light, like the chirping of birds or the batting wings of the butterfly. They were many kisses planted quickly on Victor's lips, with a more forceful kiss in between. His lips never strayed to far from the other man's, though. His touch was sensual and soft. He was never one to make it rough and course. That was not what love was.

Not like he loved this man, but still, he had no other way he could do it. He hadn't been kissed in the longest time, and he was far overdue for it.

[JACK THE RIPPER]

Victor couldn't help but shudder when Sebastian moaned into his mouth like that. It was the signs of submission that turned him on, male or female. But he wasn't about to show his pleasure, not just yet. His hand slid from Sebastian's chin to his neck, then shoulder; the other hand now rested on his shoulder as well. Slowly, they slid down, near the elbow of the arms that rested on his hips.

He moved against Sebastian slowly, smirking when he found that the man was already getting excited. He let his tongue flick across his lips in between kisses, but never into his mouth. It was almost like kissing a girl, that's how gentle Sebastian was. Victor gave a throaty chuckle at the thought, finally pulling a few inches away.

He watched Sebastian with heavy lids, though his eyes were just as clear and sharp as they had been inside; his eyebrows turned down as if he were scowling, but he had a small smirk plastered on his face instead. He looked...devious, in a word.

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian breathed heavily, gazing up at Victor with a sense of intense foreboding. Not the terrible kind, just the prepercieved kind. Like he had when he was getting visions, but he wasn't at the moment. But he sort of saw a flash of something to come in Victor's eyes, like the oncoming wave of events that he constantly feared would invade his mind.

But all he could think about was the hands that caressed him. The way those lips had licked his in between kisses, the way he stared at him through heavy lids was all too unbarable. He gulped. "Can we... go somewhere else..." He was suffocating, afraid someone was watching. There was always someone watching. Not that he cared what he thought of being gay, but this was an intimate moment.

His eyes darted back and forth all around him. "Please?"

[JACK THE RIPPER]

Victor raised one long finger and ran it under Sebastian's jawline, from the left to the right, ear to ear. A clean cut. "We can go wherever you like," he purred, pulling away from him and edging in the direction of his car. It was obvious that by 'wherever' he didn't mean anywhere in New York. "This way."

The knife-like eyes turned away from Sebastian as he started toward the car at a casual walking pace. Once he was sure Sebastian couldn't see his expression, he bit down on his bottom lip. He hated to admit that his pants were beginning to feel a bit too tight; maybe it had been the mock-slitting of the throat that had done it. He shouldn't do that again, if he wanted to last.

Victor walked with Sebastian around the corner until they reached his car. Outside, in this street, it was pitch dark except for the street lights; the man next to Sebastian looked perfectly at home, slipping in and out of the fog like it was nothing, steely eyes cutting through the blackness and being able to locate his equally black car.

He gestured for Sebastian to go ahead of him, and when the man stepped in front of Victor, toward the passenger-side door, a little thrill went through the taller man. He stepped forward, his hands slowly going up Sebastian's arms and to his shoulders; he pressed his chest against Sebastian's back for a moment, a wide smirk plastered on his face. After a moment like that, he turned the other man around and pressed him against the car so that he was stuck between the cold metal and Victor, who was panting lightly by now. Victor's hands were planted on the hood of the car on either side of Sebastian's shoulders so that the man couldn't move.

"Just a moment," he said politely, not able to smooth back the mess his hair was in. He sounded not in the least bit turned on, but the certain parts pressed against Sebastian told otherwise. He suppressed a groan.

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

His heart was loud. It was so loud, he was afraid his ears would burst. He gulped hard, staring Victor directly in the eye. For where else could he stare? Victor's gaze commanded his attention, and it wouldn't take no for an answer. His chest heaved against the taller man's, and he couldn't move.

He couldn't speak, either. His voice was lost in his throat. If he wanted to say anything, it wouldn't be coherent. It would be a jumbled pile of moans. He wanted to moan, but he couldn't. Not when this man was pressed up against him so.... close. It was obvious this man was turned on, and that made Sebastian smile a little on the inside. But Victor's voice told him otherwise, and he wasn't sure where this night was going to take him in the future.

[JACK THE RIPPER]

Victor arched his back slightly so that he and Sebastian were eye-level, but still pressed close. He hung his head and gulped, blinking, feeling his power over this situation slipping as his lust grew. He knew he had to gain control; this was like a kill, he reminded himself. Stay collected until the time was right, and then you could handle the situation and still keep a hold on power.

Nevertheless, his lust seemed to overcome him, and he arched his back more, pressing his lips to the part of Sebastian's jaw between his ear and his chin. His hands curled into fists against the icy metal of his car, his leather gloves making a crackling sound. Victor managed to suppress a groan that was crawling up his throat, but only for a moment, before it came low in Sebastian's ear.

"God," he muttered, pulling himself back up with his eyes shut a moment. When he opened them, he let out a long breath, which showed in the dead-cold air. He was so close that Sebastian would have been able to taste the martini on his lips without even kissing him.

Victor seemed to shake himself, backing away only slightly. "Get in the car." He sounded angry, but not with Sebastian--with himself?

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian almost cowered in fright. What had he done to anger Victor? He had a feeling that he never wanted to do it again... Or maybe it wasn't his fault... Whose could it have been? He had to have done something... Something to make him look that way... But there was nothing.

He hastilly got into the car on the passenger's side, when he was told to. He hoped that Victor would feel better soon, and that he wasn't wasting his time with him. What if he turned out to be terrible in bed? He doubted it, but still. It was unnerving the way the man had spoken.

'Sebastian, let's focus here, and calm down,' he told himself. He was too much on edge, especially in his nether-regions. He breathed deeply, letting out one long sigh while rubbing his forehead. He buckled, and waited for Victor to get in the car.