Niaz instantly growled at the boy not really accustomed to human kindness, especially since he was used to being alone. However when the boy came near him the pain his heart stopped. So it seemed that he still needed Yuki after all. He cursed under his breath before turning to Yuki. Niaz stood up and collected himself. “It seems I still have some use for you.”

He started to test the radius in which he could walk. It seemed he couldn't walk not more then a few yards away from Yuki with out having to be pulled back close to him or else there was pain. Eons of loneliness but the freedom to do as he pleased or limited freedom, and being attached to a boy that looked as though he would faint every time Niaz looked at him. “Tell me mortal, what is your name?” He realized he had been living in some ones pyshic and never bothered to pry into his memories. It just wasn't Niaz style. “And where I can find vast tombs of knowledge. ?” He needed to refresh his memory with spells if he was going to fully free himself of Yuki.

Yuki kind of scuttles away a bit at the growling. He doesn't want to be hurt or eaten. He'll just have to kill that caring instinct when Niaz is around. It might be bad for his health otherwise. He really doesn't look too happy at Niaz's words. It just sounds like things are going to end bad. Like in the movies. "Usually....the person that appears out of nowhere tells their name first." Okay, so even if he is scared, he can pull out some attitude...apparently. Yuki snorts a bit at Niaz's choice of word. He doesn't even know why he finds it funny, but he does. "What kind of knowledge?" There's the internet...and specific sites on it have a better chance of being whatever Niaz is looking for...and he's curious. Just a little.

He didn't have time for the snark. He glared at Yuki, “Boy, when I give you an order I expect it to be full filled in a timely matter.” He was not going to give up his name so easily, not to Yuki at least. His lips turned into a some what malicious grin. “I could always wait for the next person to come along as soon as I rid myself of you.” As for Yuki's other question he wasn't to ready to reveal the entire truth to that too, but if the boy was going to be some what attached to him he might as well use him. “Anything and every thing my boy.” He truly was curious about everything. There were just so many things he missed between the gaps of finding mortals to share bodies with. And even then he had rarely be able to come into the mortal realm. “Where does your kind hold information about, history and other cultures?”

Yuki's eyes narrow at Niaz's words and he glares right back. "You really need to learn people skills." Threatening people won't work nowadays. Especially since a lot of people do carry guns even when it's illegal to. Yuki doesn't have a gun and Niaz lucked out on that one. He just heads into the kitchen after a moment to get a drink. "Threatening people doesn't work as much as it used to. People are more likely to beat the living hell out of you instead." Yuki obviously isn't one of those people either. He avoids/doesn't answer one of Niaz's questions for now. The death threat doesn't really scare him...only because he feels like that's probably how it is going to end either way so sooner can't be worse than later. "I'm Ki." It's what people call him at least.

If the boy thought Niaz would easily give up his name he had another thing coming. There was a difference between trust and need. Niaz did not trust any one. People skills? What were those? Niaz thought to himself, he did not need people skills and as for people being more dangerous, he really had no idea how powerful modern weapons were, except not as powerful as him. He gave Ki a once over before curling a finger under his chin. “Alright Ki, tell me what are these people skills? And where do I get robes such as these?” He moved closer to Yuki and touched the fabric of his shirt. The boys clothing was most likely too small to fit Niaz, especially since his frame had more muscle and he was at least a good foot and a half taller then Yuki..

And Yuki doesn't trust Niaz...which is why the other didn't get his real name...and won't if it's up to Yuki. Though there is no real reason for Niaz to distrust Yuki...he'd never hurt him on purpose...unless Niaz did something first. "People skills? How to interact with others....which you obvious lack those skills." That was obvious way before Niaz gained a physical body. He steps back a bit as Niaz comes a little to close for his liking. "First you need to earn this thing called money...they go to a store and buy them." He will try to stop Niaz if he tries to do it in a less ethical and more illegal way. He can't allow that...even if Niaz is very scary and has abilities he doesn't. Yuki...is trying to be less scared/terrified of Niaz. He'll have to be considering the other can now affect him in this world too.

Niaz just narrowed his eyes at Yuki, why did every thing seem so complicated. Why he remembered when he could buy things simply with gold. He held up his wrist inspecting his bangles. No he was too attached to every thing he owned to trade it for money. “Fine, boy then fetch me some money and a job.” Niaz folded his arms across his chest as if he expected Yuki to be able to do these things by magic. “Or take me to where I can fetch these things.” He said especially since he couldn't leave Yuki's side.

Yuki snorts a bit, trying to keep from laughing. "You have to work...and then you are given money for this work." Which he's not getting too specific obviously. "And I am not fetching you anything. I'm not anyone's errand boy." He's a bit annoyed by Niaz trying to order him to do things like that. "You can't exactly fetch a job. You apply and hopefully they call you back....and nowadays people want references." Which can be hard to get since the only person around is Yuki....that Niaz even vaguely knows. He just covers his mouth...he's still finding this funny as hell right now.

“You will be my errand boy if I please,” Niaz eyes blankly looked at Yuki. He turned over the boys words in his head, but then realized why should he have to work. He was attached to Yuki, and Yuki worked. “You work.” Not only had he seen Yuki go to work but it didn't look that hard to do what Yuki did. “You work and have money, so fetch me your money then take me to a place were I can get a disguise so that I can go to a place with information.” It seemed simple in Niaz mind. After a while he noticed that Yuki continuously found something humorous. His eyes turned a little red. “What do you find so amusing Ki? Is my ignorance that enjoyable?” His fist clenched into a tight ball but Niaz resisted lashing out against Yuki.

"That's funny. We apparently have different thoughts on that subject." Yuki glares at Niaz at that next part. "I have better things to spend my money on than an asshole that decided he should insert into the real world. Maybe he should've thought about that before he came here. And work doesn't mean you have money. I have bills I have to pay." He does have rent and bills to pay and they take up a big portion of his pay for the month. "People's ignorance is amusing at general. In your case...it's kind of cute....like a little kid's ignorance. Ignorant adults just annoy me." Yuki isn't completely stupid. He knows he does have some leverage even though it may not be much, but it's enough. He's testing the waters.

“I am not a donkey or a hole. What are bills and I am glad I could be a source of amusement boy.” He knew Yuki was right about escaping the dream world but Yuki also didn't seem to understand how lonely it was to be by yourself all the time. He'd much rather be in this world of noise and life. “Enough of this.” He said. If Yuki was not going to help him but lecture him he was going to help himself. Niaz paced back to Yuki's room and started to dig through his belongings. He tossed many of the scraps of fabric on to the floor only keeping a few in hand that look as though they could cover his body. He tried on one of the garments feeling its threads confined his figure. He felt like he couldn't breathe, until the fabric gave way and ripped. Petty, thought Niaz as he tried on another one with the same result. He had no problem trying on Yuki's clothing until he found something that fit especially since he had no money for a guise, no guise to get a job, and no job to get money.

"There are alternative meanings for that word now." Yuki says simply. "Bills are these things to pay so you can light inside the house and control the temperature and other things like that." And Yuki cannot deal with the hot summers. "Oh hell no!" Is all Yuki says when he realizes what Niaz is doing. He essentially throws Niaz out of the room, closing and locking the door. "You do not touch my things." They share one trait in common. "Especially my clothes because They. Will Not. FIT you." Yuki is very displeased right now, but he's rarely if ever violent. Those clothes cost money and he doesn't make a hell of a lot of it in his job either.

Surprised, Niaz stumbled out of the room. He had finally managed to find something that at least fit around his arms even it the fabric hugged his muscles. It was decent as long as he kept it unbuttoned. He snorted, which eventually crescendo into a laugh. Now that was funny. Niaz watched the door slam shut and heard a little click. Thin fingers reached out for the door knob twisting it but the door would not give way. Niaz stepped back, then rushed forward putting the bulk of his weight into his shoulder, however the door would not give way. He did manage to dent some of the wood. With a furious yowl, Niaz reared back and punched the door, splintering more of the wood and leaving a giant hole in it where one could see the under layer of the wood. He turned away, and headed towards the front door again fighting the pull and pain. It seemed to have gotten worse since Yuki was angry.. Niaz, however was determined to leave. Quietly he shut the front door behind him wheezing like a kid having an asthma attack. If Yuki did not have a guise he could use perhaps behind one of the other doors there would be one.


Down the hall Niaz saw a pair shiny metallic doors. The person behind those doors must have a lot of 'jobs' and money. Tiredly Niaz waddled towards the elevator, resting against the wall when he reached it. He noticed that the wall lit up with a small light. Instantly the doors swung open. Once inside he found an entire panel full of tiny wall lights. He hit the first one.
The sensation of being in an elevator was new. Niaz found himself stumbling and falling in the confined space, falling right out of existence leaving Yuki's shirt discarded in the elevator. He crashed on top of his tomb cracking the stone.

Yuki doesn't bother following him. He's a little pissed now, even more so when the damage to the door is done and he sees it. "And there went my security deposit MOTHER FUCKER!" Niaz better not come back any time soon if ever. Yuki will not be so...nice this time to say the least. He just goes and locks the door that Niaz went out of, cursing him in his mind and thinking of very violent things he could do to the other. He probably won't do it, but it makes him so happy to think about it.

Yuki does worry a bit, though he won't admit that out loud to anyone, when Niaz doesn't come back anytime soon, but he pushes that away. Niaz can take care of his own damn self. Eventually, he does just flop in his bed and disappears underneath the covers to go to sleep. Maybe he won't see Niaz this time.

Niaz at some point, rolled off his tomb uttering a small curse. The fall had done something to his shoulder, other then causing unsightly swelling and bruising. Niaz picked himself up, wondering what kind of device that moveable room was and what kind of magic made it work. Eventually he made his way to his harem room. He curled up on his favorite pillow clutching his shoulder and muttering the healing spell he knew, but it wasn't working. Nothing much was anymore. He drifted asleep still trying however didn't have the power to pull Yuki away from his normal dreams, so unless Yukis subconscious found him, Niaz would be by himself for a while.

Well, Yuki's subconscious does have a bit more compassion....or will act on it more...than Yuki actually would. And he's cursing loudly from the other room, with the tomb. He is obviously so very happy. And see that sarcasm dripping? Yuki ends up wandering into the harem room once he calms down a bit. He still isn't happy....but he does feel a twinge in his chest when he gets close enough to see the bruising. Though there is a small part of him that thinks Niaz got what he deserved. Without thinking, he steps close and places his palm an inch or two away from Niaz's skin, a thin aura flowing between his hand and Niaz which works on healing him. He has the feeling he's going to regret this later....even if the act feels natural and right.

At first it feels like Niaz is being burned. He hisses and bites his tongue to hold back a scream. In his reality he is not used to some one other then himself having powers. The longer he is touched, the more he starts to calm down a little as the sensation starts to feel soothing. His eyes flew open and he reached around, instantly grabbing Yuki's hand. Not hard or with anger. Niaz twisted himself so that he could see Yuki. For the first time since he had been with the boy he looked at him with genuinely terrified eyes.

Niaz moved away quickly resisting his natural urge to lash out at Yuki. He twisted the flesh on his shoulder so he could see what the boy had done to him. It looked like the bruise was gone except for one small insignia that appeared to be a snowflake. His eyes met Yuki's “What are you and how did you get here?” He couldn't help but be angry when he should have been grateful, it was the fear talking.

Yuki doesn't even notice the hissing. He's just a bit focused on something else....just a bit. He doesn't even know how he's doing it....but it doesn't feel weird or wrong. He has no clue why, but it doesn't. Niaz isn't the only once looking scared. Yuki didn't even know he could do that-in or out of dreams. "You know what?" He's getting annoyed now as Niaz gets angry. "Next time you can just be in pain." He just shakes his head before going and walking away back into the tomb area. "I'll just go in here until I wake up again." And he's not joking. He'll just sit in that room and stare into space until he finally wakes up. Yuki is mainly angry/annoyed because he helped Niaz. Niaz gets mad either way so...it's damned if you....damned if you don't.

Niaz didn't understand why Yuki was angry, It made him angier that the boy did not answer his question. Fine, he thought let him rot in the other room. Let him live his life that Niaz did not want to be apart of. He rubbed his shoulder. Pain was nothing new to Niaz but it seemed like it was to Yuki. Before he knew it the morning had come and Yuki was gone. Niaz did not want to interrupt Yuki's day with a second attempt at becoming mortal. In fact the next time Yuki fell asleep he did not even show himself.

By the 3rd night Niaz had meant to at least see Yuki but he had traveled deep with in recesses of his memory and found things he had long forgotten. He had fallen to easily once again into the pattern of loneliness that unmeasured amount of time slipped past him. Though this time every so often his shoulder would ache. It reminded him of Yuki, and the burn.

Well, either way, it works out for Yuki. He's able to sleep. He goes to work and classes like always, feeling a bit happier than before actually...until he starts thinking about Niaz. That just ruins his entire mood. Yuki is perfectly fine with Niaz not showing himself. He's still annoyed about various things including the way Niaz reacted and the security deposit that he'll probably lose. After awhile, Yuki starts venturing into other areas. There's only so much staring off into space he can do. He stops and stares at things he sees. Some strangely beautiful...and others....not so much.

Autmn had arrived by the time Niaz felt the need to return. His poor forest had begin to shed its self of its summer coats leaving trails of golden leaves around his garden. Like the seasons of his home land it would soon be the rainy season in side Yuki's dreams. Niaz curled a finger around his chin wondering just what Ki was up to. Searching around he realized he was in one of the places he least expected it, not really knowing that Ki had control of all of his dream.

It was a place he had visited around the 1930s when his bracelet bearer was an American, who got the genius idea to sell home made Alcohol. As he made his way towards Yuki, little electric lights lit up his path, and ghost from his past started to dance around him. A big band on stage counted down from three before whimsical jazz music floated around the room. “Hello Ki, I see you found Jin's Gin.”

Yuki is just following around the previous bearer, surprised that he can actually follow him since Niaz is doing whatever he's been doing lately. He has been worried a bit, but he has no clue what to do about it. "I see you haven't disappeared into oblivion or something like I thought." He is smiling a bit, believe it or not. He was worried and that worry is gone now. "Wasn't....prohibition around this time? Or am I thinking wrong decade?" He's walking around a bit...looking at things around like a little kid. It is new to him at least. He wasn't alive back then, obviously.

A shrug escaped Niaz's shoulders. Prohibition was a word unfamiliar to him but if it mean that Alcohol was illegal then yes. “I believe so..” he said unsure of himself and then chuckled. Why would the boy ask that? He wondered. Niaz bit back a sarcastic and angry remark determined to keep things light. “No it would take a lot for me to disappear into Oblivion, it is not some place I want to go.” He found himself a chair near the bar and let himself be served by a floozy. He didn't recall her name and her face was a blank slate that randomly let out a charming feminine laugh. “Yes I believe the Americans were experiencing a crisis, and had outlawed liquor, So Jin thought it lucrative to make it bottle it and sold it.” He took a sip of his drink. It tasted the way he remembered. “How did you find your way here Ki?”

Yuki randomly sticks his tongue out at Niaz. "Stop laughing at me. You'd have a better chance knowing the decade than me." Since Niaz actually saw this instead of Yuki's only hearing about it. "It wasn't just Americans....it was the entire world. The Great Depression....and people are afraid we're entering another one nowadays..." He looks back at Niaz since he was looking at things due to curiousity. "Mmm....just kinda wandered to here." He shrugs. "Staring at the floor or into space while I was here...it was getting a bit boring to say the least....and what're you drinking?" Yuki isn't a drinker so he has no clue what it is.

He was amused at how childish, Ki was being. He shook his head to correct him. “I only know, what I experienced through the mortal that wears my binding, there was a lot of talk about a finical crisis and a war during Jin's life but he was too drunk to do anything but have a good time.” Niaz twisted the cup about his hands, not really remembering what it was exactly called. The amber liquid spun in a current before Niaz raised it to his lips. “I believe its called, whiskey or moon shine.” Once again the faceless woman came by with her infectious laughter and poured another drink. Niaz held the glass out to Yuki “Would you like to try some?” He wondered, finishing off his own glass and setting it back on the counter for another.

"Weeell...that stills makes you more likely to know the decade than me. I wasn't even born yet." By over half a century to say the least. So he'd really have no clue except through photos and the like. Which aren't really reliable since decades kind of fuze together. "That's strong stuff..." He shakes his head a bit at the offer. "Thanks, but no thanks." He doesn't need that much burn down his throat any time soon. Instead, he goes book to looking at and touching things. "I'd probably die or something if I drank it." He chuckles a bit sheepishly. It was probably stronger than nowadays.

“Silly boy thats all in your head.” Quiet literally all in his head, Niaz mused. Not really sure what the side effects were of getting drunk inside your own head. “You probably wont die, just wake up.” He set the glass down after taking a sip of his own. “Besides I wont let you die.” He watched the boy curiously wonder from one area to another, amazed that he could find relics that were not that old, fascinating. Niaz slid off his seat, just as the woman was coming around to his end of the bar again. He slipped among the tables about the room to a large area that was reserved to be a dance floor. He grabbed the hands of one of the flappers and started to dance with her.

Yuki snorts a bit. "Then tell me...when you bit me....why did I wake up with blood on me where you bit me." And a bite as well. So he'd rather not drink anything in this place. Apparently it will effect him in the real world. He's a lightweight big time when it comes to drinking so he'll stay away from it in this place. These items may not be old to Niaz, he does have a long lifespan, but Yuki? Not so much of a long lifespan so these things are pretty old to him. After awhile, he ends up leaning against something and watches Niaz dance. He gets this weird jealousy/anger feeling while he watches them dance. He just shakes his head a bit, trying to push those feelings away. It is stupid to feel jealous. He doesn't want Niaz and this is a memory. He's just being stupid.

Niaz shrugged as he twirled the girl around, listening to her infectious laughter. “I don't really know Ki,” He said honestly. “The rules have changed with you. You can walk and create the world, you can heal me.” He led the girl into a dip. “The spell to make me mortal should have released me but I can't seem to go far without you...” The music started to pick up tempo and more ghostly images joined the area where Niaz was dancing. His eyes flickered towards Yuki's the boy was standing against something shaking his head. Niaz was not sure what that meant but he would not allow the boy to be a spectator for very long. He crossed the room, grabbing Yuki by the wrist and pulling him into the dancing throng of bodies. The music started to slow down and the ghostly images paired up for a slow dance. He wrapped his arms around Yuki's waist moving his hips to the rhythm of the saxophone.

Yuki is not too happy about that answer. It isn't one, but if you don't know the answer...you don't know it and so it can't be helped he guesses. He snorts a bit before giggling a bit at the idea of Niaz's magic not working...but he isn't fully thinking about the fact that Niaz is stuck with him even if Niaz does go into the mortal realm. He makes this interesting squeaking noise as he's grabbed. He wasn't expecting that, obviously, but he doesn't resist it and lets himself be pulled. He starts blushing a bit as Niaz wraps his arms around him. He doesn't know why he feels like this...well...he would...but refuses to admit that that is even a possibility. That he might like Niaz...just a little mind you. HE ends up wrapping his arms loosely around Niaz's shoulders/neck area. He feels awkward...just a lot..and it's obvious. But he just tries to move to the beat.

Niaz felt the poor boy stumbling beneath him. It made him chuckle. He had no idea what the world was coming to when a person could follow their basic rhythmic instincts. He remembered a time when ones lively hood depended on it. Especially to appease the gods or a mate. How on earth was Yuki to do this when he couldn't dance. For a brief moment his arm grew tighter as he lifted Yuki and spun him in a circle before, arching his back and dipping him. He made sure not to let him fall. His hands inched a little lower down Yuki's back side so he could get a better control of Yuki's hips and began guiding them into the motion that mimicked his. Every so often their hips would thrust into each others in an sensual dance across the floor. The ghost around them had faded into giving them room to dance. Niaz found his bodies natural urge to kiss Yuki.

Yuki kind of huffs a bit as he hears Niaz chuckle. It's not funny to him. And Yuki's dance deficiency? He's never needed or really wanted to dance. He's hermit when it comes to social functions like dances and parties. He's more of the small gathering type of person. He doesn't dance, but he does like to sing...whether he's good at it or not. And watch Yuki squeak at the dip...Niaz may now he's not going to fall, but Yuki doesn't. His dance skills are of the level of awkward kids slow dancing at a school function. He starts blushing as Niaz's hands travel down a bit....he doubts Niaz means it in anyway like that, but he can't stop himself from blushing...which he just blushes more as the thrusting. At first, he automatically resists it. Though that goes away fairly quickly and he goes with the flow on this one. He's not going to admit that he feels any attraction to Niaz....even though his body is trying to admit it. This time, Niaz kissing him? He doesn't try to bite or anything. He just reacts to it.

Niaz was genuinely surprised when he felt little resistance from Yuki, and truthfully his loins were grateful as well. He briefly pondered whether he should go further with the boy as his tongue searched around the boys mouth. His fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt threatening to caress the flesh underneath. Any other mortal and Niaz would have already broken, them by now, tormenting their dreams and crushed the thin delusion of sanity but not with Yuki. Niaz pulled back sucking lightly on the boys bottom lip before gingerly biting it, enough to draw small trickles of blood. He realized that some small part of him was reluctant to taint the boy. Especially since he was so close to gaining a mortal form again. He staggered a step back from Yuki, moving his hand from around his waist to brush aside some stray locks shrouding his face. “I think its time for you to wake up.” Niaz flicked his hand sending Yuki out of his dream. Once he realized that his hands were grasping nothing, Niaz walked to the bar taking one last drink before disappearing from the speakeasy. He didn't want to be found again just in case Yuki came back.

Yuki isn't going to kick him there for that...well not this time. He's a little bit more used to Niaz being around. And, truth be told, he was starting to miss the other a bit...though getting Yuki to admit it? That's different altogether. He shivers a bit at the "threat". This time with the bite....he doesn't kick. Congratulations! But he does make this weird...somewhat pleased noise. Don't ask where it came from. He has no clue whatsoever. He doesn't really have time to react to being forced out.

When Yuki wakes up, he's not happy. For once, there was no drama or violence...or emoy Niaz as he's labeling it. He...enjoyed to say the least...except being forced out...thought he does know the dream had to end sometime. Well, his real life body apparently got a lot more excited than he did in the dream. "Goddammit." The shower is a good place to take care of that...and he needs a shower so it works out for him. Once that's done, he gets ready for work and heads out. It'll be a good distraction, hopefully, from these thoughts in his head about what they did and what it could've become.

Niaz had fallen asleep shortly after he expelled Yuki. He grew amused watching the boy in the shower, wishing it were his hands instead of the boys own, but it proved him right. His miniscule 'people skills' as Yuki called them were getting better. His watchful eyes followed Yuki around, studying how he interacted with his co workers, and the things he did at work. Yes he would have a 'job' too even if it was working with Yuki. And when Yuki least expected it, Niaz would be rid of him.

( you will have to let me know if you want Niaz to be good or bad. I can go either way.)

Yuki getting a hard on means nothing for Niaz's people skills. It just means Yuki's hormones kicked in, that's about it. It's been awhile since Yuki had seen any type of action...or dating. He hasn't really been interested. His job sucks to some extent, but which job doesn't. It is when you have to deal with irate customers...that's when the problem comes in. Also, it's when he starts hating his job, but he has to keep the positive attitude and everything. He works in retail. A video game store. He likes it minus irate customers.

At the end of his shift, Yuki pretty much books it out of there. Too many irate customers to deal with that wouldn't listen to the words coming out of his mouth. So he heads home to change his clothes. One of his coworkers/friends invited him to go to a club...and for some ungodly reason he accepted. He's eyeballing his one pair of leather pants. He swore he left those or something, but there they are again. "Wonder...if I can even fit into them..." Well, he does wiggle himself into the pants...and he doesn't looks too bad in them if he may say so. Then he just digs for a tank that doesn't look horrible and puts on a pair of boots before his friend texts him notifying Yuki that he better move it/

Once they get to the club, awkward Yuki appears! There's way too much gyrating in one place for him. He ends up retreating to the bar. Drinking is better than gyrating hopefully. Yuki has his own lacking in the people skills department.

(Which one ends up in Yuki living? lol)

( Lol neither will get him killed, its just do you want anger and angst or reform and fluff. )


Niaz had been watching Yuki again. It was amusing to watch him jadedly help himself in the shower. It was even more fun to watch him at work and to watch him be an awkward social lite. Though why the boy choose to accept the invite was beyond Niaz especially since in his days of watching him he had not previously had any interest in those types of social gatherings. Going to a club was new for Niaz, it was loud and annoying and reminded him of the celebration for a Greek god named Dionysus or the Roman Bacchus. Though the wine had been replaced with strange drinks and the throngs of gyrating crowds kept their clothing on, Niaz felt some what at home with the music, and the club attire, unlike Yuki it seemed, who was near the bar. It even seemed to Niaz paradoxical that Yuki was drinking.

This time when Niaz entered the world he was smart enough to realize what ever he materialized in became his guise. He gently reached down and touched Yuki around the wrist pulling himself into reality. This time he doesn't take any blood from Yuki. He feels it is unnecessary for some reason. However he does wrap one of his arms possessively around his waist tugging their pelvises together. “I thought you didn't drink.” He said teasingly. He leaned over Yuki's shoulder and stuck his tongue into the amber liquid.

Yuki doesn't even know why he accepted the invite...except maybe he just wanted out of the apartment for something other than work or groceries. He's drinking because it is the alternative to getting molested on the dance floor pretty much. Sure, he let Niaz do that...but there is quite a few more people in this place than when they did. Yuki jumps as Niaz decides to appear. "Shit! Don't do that!" Trying to give him a heart attack, isn't he? His reaction to being pulled to Niaz? He squeaks. "I like being molested by people on a dance floor less than I like drinking." He states simply. It's the truth. He'd rather be drinking than having people all gyrating on or around him.

(I love the word gyrating....just so you know....and how about both? Is that possible? LOL)

( I have never been clubing so I am not sure if I like it or not. Hmm possible xD I shall see. )

Niaz grinned at the jumpy boy, it only made him want to pull him tighter, and so he did. His eyes flickered towards the dance floor. It actually looked like fun. Niaz gave Yuki a small kiss on his neck before letting him loose. “Suit your self.” He didn't have the money to actually by any drinks so it was no fun to stand around drinking. He slipped into the edge of the crowd never really going that far away from Yuki. He was tall enough that Yuki could spot him not matter what. Niaz soon found his body enclosed around other dancers that were sloppily happy to have his pelvis grinding into theirs. It made Niaz wonder if there was going to be a vigin sacrifice at some point. His hands cupped the flesh of the young girl moving her butt against his pelvis. He wished it was Yuki joining him, but the mysterious stranger was pleasant enough.

Yuki is feeling pretty awkward right now..before he shivers at the kiss. That awkward feeling? It goes away fairly quickly and turns into anger/jealousy as he sees the gyrating and Niaz in the same place. This should not bother him and he knows that...but it bugs the living hell out of him and instead of recognizing that and doing something about it...Yuki does the deny and ignore it method. He sits at the bar, physically growling for a moment, with his back to the gyrating people before a drink appears infront of him. God bless the bartender. Yuki is going to need a lot of alcohol tonight, he feels, even though he extremely rarely drinks. It's better than thinking he feels. So let us dull everything!

(I've never been to a club either....but small parties have too many people for me personally .-.)