Feral Urges

[7twistedwishes]

The door opens into a large comfortable apartment. Rainfall patters against the windows and obscures some of the view out of the city, but even blurred the lights are there.

The apartment is huge... taking over maybe half the space of that building floor, and having stairs up and down too. Every piece of furniture is elegant and tasteful, every bit of decoration speaks of wealth most people can not even dream about.

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[7twistedwishes]

The keys are on the ignition, waiting for him... "Shall we, then?"

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He climbs on with a grin, grabbing the helmet. He's high and reckless, but not stupid: he wants to live long enough to race her and then fuck her.

"Lead on, baby."

He starts the bike and moans aloud at the feel of her.

[7twistedwishes]

"Lead?" She laughs, climbing in behind Jason. "You are on the lead, baby..." The Devil leans to his back, wrapping arms around Jason's torso, while the garage door opens. "Show me what you can do..."

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He smiles, very sure of himself as he takes off through the garage. Faster and faster; he can react more quickly than a human and the speed is exhilarating.

Or is it the drugs?

Whatever it is, his heart soars as they speed through the dark night.

"Gonna tell me where we're going?" he shouts back to her.

[7twistedwishes]

"Hmm, if we are going dancing... take the next right."

She presses closer to Jason's back "I will show you my favorite place..."

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He leans into the turn, making a graceful right without slowing too much.
Normally he rides fairly safely, but tonight...tonight with Scarlet pressed against his back he feels emboldened, weaving between traffic at dangerous speeds.



And he laughs because it all feels so good.

[7twistedwishes]

She laughs with him, delighted, thrilled... The Devil has not had this much fun in centuries.

She gives directions and soon they are arrived at the refurbished warehouse where the club was set.

The name is suggestive: The Soul Machine.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He snickers as he slows the bike to an abrupt halt outside the club.

"Very appropriate, Scarlet."

He pats her leg and climbs off after her, ruffling his hair with his hands. "Let's get a drink; I'm parched."

[7twistedwishes]

And straight to the front door, past the line: a look, a word, a touch, and they are let in without hassle. "I love it here..."

The sound system is excellent, washing them in pure music, people all around losing themselves into bliss.