Bad Day (Victor/Casual) FINISHED

[JACK THE RIPPER]

Victor took a deep breath, loosely composing himself before he went around the car, unlocking his door and sliding inside. He slammed the door, letting a cool, crisp smell into the vehicle, which seemed fairly new. His leather gloves crackled again as he stretched them out on the steering wheel a moment, then put the keys in the ignition.

Once the car was started, he peeled out of this deserted street, into the busy lights and noise of New York. Victor felt the strange need to apologize for breaking the silence they had. "I'll take the back way," he said, his usually smooth voice rusty and low. He definitely had it bad, but he was doing a great job controlling himself. It was all in the practice, and he had practiced for years.

Eventually, they were able to turn onto some more quiet streets, though other cars were still around them. About now, they'd only gone a little farther in Manhattan when he turned onto another foggy street; the fog was made thicker by the glaring streetlights shining down into it. Victor parked outside of a glass building, the kind that you could tell held nice apartments just by looking at it.

He killed the engine and glanced at Sebastian a moment, then climbed out.

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian didn't get out right away. His breath caught in his throat once he realized what he was about to do. He was about to have sex with a total stranger. It was uncommon for someone like him. Especially since he had just lost one of the victims in his visions. He usually went into depressed mode after that. No having fun for him.

But this Victor made him want to have fun. He needed something like this, whether he wanted it or not. But he wanted it. Oh, BOY did he want it. He looked down at his trousers, then at Victor waiting for him. He quickly got out of the car and joined the man. "Where... Where exactly are we going?"

[JACK THE RIPPER]

Victor waited until he was by his side to answer. "My apartment," he said, walking up the stairs and pushing through the door. He assumed that Sebastian would follow him, and so continued on through the main lobby. It was dim and empty, as to be expected, but Victor didn't seem phased by this. He simply crossed the tiles to the elevator and waited for it to open.

The upside to Victor taking a stranger home late at night (especially someone you didn't want anyone to see) was that no one in his building stayed up all night. Rarely did he even see the other tenants. Even though New York was the city that never slept, people who could afford sleep took advantage of the commodity.

Finally, the elevator opened and Victor stepped inside, throwing a hurried glance over his shoulder at Sebastian. He knew the elevator ride would be awkward, but that was okay- he would make it Hell for the other man. He quickly pushed the button for the fifth floor.

He leaned against one of the sides of the elevator, watching as Sebastian walked in. Victor ran a hand through his hair, watching Sebastian with knife-like bedroom eyes, his lips lifting into a small, teasing smirk. Yes. He'd make the elevator ride absolute Hell.

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian leaned against the other side of the elevator, easy view of Victor's eyes from there. His eyes were a burning wilderness of passion and heat, whereas that smirk only prolonged the gruesome wait till they reached the bedroom. It seemed like forever.

He constantly blinked, trying to look away, but it was so difficult. He ran a hand through his own hair, and kept it their, looking at Victor up from partially closed lids. It was almost too much to bear, and he hoped they would get there soon.

[JACK THE RIPPER]

Finally, the little light flashed and Victor broke his gaze, walking to the sliding metal doors as they opened. It was hitting him hard now, too, and he almost wished that Sebastian would make a move, or do something completely unexpected. It was all about the unexpected tonight, that was for damn certain.

Victor took out his keys as he led his catch to the door of his apartment, quickly unlocking it and letting Sebastian go in first. The apartment was very expansive, a living area near the entrance they stood in in one corner and kitchen in the middle, like an island. In another corner was a dining area; an archway in the living area led to a hallway, which led to the bedroom and bathroom. It was a big place for someone as alone as Victor to live. A family of four could have easily fit, had there been another bedroom.

No place in the apartment held any evidence that pointed to him as a criminal. In the living area, there was a full wall devoted to bookcases, not including a large window in the middle of it (with the curtains closed, of course). The bookcases were mostly full, books of all sorts up there, from medical journals to Charles Dickens.

But Victor barely gave him any time to admire the place before he had him up against the wall; their faces were close, but Victor seemed to make no move- his eyes said that he was waiting for Sebastian to do it. It was his turn to participate a little.

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian was too frightened at his own actions to do anything. He was too afraid he would do something wrong, that he would move the wrong way and insult Victor. Oh, he hadn't done this in a while. He hadn't felt his pulse quicken next to another man, since... Well, probably Andrew. He was the only lover he'd ever had, and with good reason. No man would ever take his place, simply because no one could ever comprehend his powers.

But Victor didn't have to understand them. He didn't even have to know. All he had to do was reach up and kiss Victor squarely on the mouth, and there would be nothing else to do. Things would just... fall into place. There would be heat, passion, complete and utter release. He could loose himself, if he tried. And he would try.

After a long moment, looking into those lust filled eyes of Victor's, he pulled the taller man by the hair with such passion that it made Victor's entire body press against him.

Their mouths met in a furious glee.

[JACK THE RIPPER]

Victor was surprised, but liked the force that Sebastian had put on him. It showed that he was desperate, and that he wanted more. Well, he would happily give it to him, if it meant he took pleasure in return. If there wasn't a little bloodshed tonight, then it wouldn't be a successful session.

He pushed Sebastian harder into the wall, moving one thigh between his legs to try and relax the man. He really was tense, this one, and it wouldn't be much fun if he was like that all night. But he planned to get what he wanted out of him, whether it was lawful or not. He moved his still-gloved hands from Sebastian's neck to his hip bones, pressing hard with his thumbs.

After a moment of this wet, fervent kiss, Victor pulled away, although Sebastian obviously wasn't ready for him to. "Shall we?" he muttered, tilting his head in the direction of the open door to the bedroom.

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

This was it. Of course Sebastian was nervous, no doubt about that. But nothing in this world could stop him now. Hell, he doubted a vision could even stop him. He hoped beyond hope he would have a vision that night, as he'd already had a vision that day... But these things were unexpected.

Sebastian relaxed a little, though the ache in his pants wouldn't subside. He let go of Victor and slipped out of his way. He moved towards the open door, looking back at Victor with a look that said "Follow. I need you now." He turned back to the room and entered, sitting on the bed. He looked back at Victor, his hands placed on either side of him. He took long, even breaths, controlling the urge to moan. He gulped, giving a soft, beckoning smile.

He was ready.

[JACK THE RIPPER]

Victor watched him go, a wide smirk on his face. He may want it now, but we'll see how he feels in a bit, Victor thought. It wouldn't exactly be gentle sex.

He swiftly followed him into the room, his breathing getting heavy and rusty. Victor pulled off his gloves and threw them aside, as well as his coat, before he joined Sebastian in the room.

His back was facing him as he slowly closed to door to the room, a demonic smile in place.