Arrangements Who: Mannix and Kenzie Where: The Brothel When: Evening Warning: NSFW
Not being able to venture out during the day was a pain, but at least today had been a change of scenery. Mannix left Lily's as soon as the sun was no longer a danger, heading back home to make sure everything was in working order. They'd finally gotten things up and running and even had a few regular customers, which Mannix expected would increase over time. Walking up the front walk, he looked up at the house and smiled. It seemed wild that he would have a home after all this time, but he was starting to enjoy it.
Kenzie spotted Mannix when she walked out the front door, a cigarette in her hand. She took a few steps to sit down, still eying him as she lit her cigarette. "You're smiling," Kenzie said, not at all questioning the gesture, but simply stating fact, as it maybe it was a weird oddity she wasn't used to.
“I’m happy,” Mannix said, walking up the steps and taking the cigarette from between her fingers. He took a drag, then handed it back before taking a seat on the porch railing. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been before, but that he was surprised to be now, despite everything that was against him. He was a vampire, trapped in a dome, and the girl he was interested had just decided they should only be friends. Yet he was in a good mood.
Kenzie took the cigarette, smirking softly when he sat on the railing. She took another thoughtful drag and then exhaled slowly before speaking again. "Why?" Kenzie couldn't help but be curious as to how other people defined happiness. What made them feel that way. Especially since her own happiness tended to blossom from what was once illegal substances.
“I don’t know,” Mannix answered honestly. “I think because I’m doing my own thing and no one’s around to stop me.” He was making a decent living with the brothel so far. He wasn’t worried that being friends with someone would increase their chances of getting killed. And those he cared about were as safe as they could be, considering the circumstances. But it all came down to the fact that, for the first time ever, no one was telling him how to live his life.
“Ah. Fascinating.” Kenzie said, drawing her knees up to wrap one arm around them. “Can’t imagine who’d be able to stop you, though. Doesn’t seem like you and Jack are the kind to take orders from people.” She wasn’t either, not really. Except maybe her uncle, but that’s because she was supposed to. And he had taken her out of her dad’s trailer, so she owed him.
“There’s always a bigger fish,” Mannix said, reaching out for her cigarette. He didn’t want to talk about his dad and how, if he disobeyed, someone would come to drag him back, likely killing everyone around him. If the dome doors opened, then he’d deal with it. As a vampire, he thought he could handle it better than before. “So how’re you liking it here? Easy money so far?” he asked with a grin.
Kenzie waved her hand once she handed over the cigarette. “Psh, fuck the bigger fish. Sharks go after them first anyway. Unless the bigger fish are the sharks…” She trailed off thoughtfully but then shrugged, coming back to the conversation before her mind wandered off from her completely. Shifting her gaze back to Mannix’s face, Kenzie nodded. “Yeah. Easy enough. Would be bonus if the sex was better,” she added with a grin.
“Do you really think it’d have any control over me if it was just a fish?” he asked, taking a drag off her cigarette. He thought of himself as a shark, so what did that make his father? A bigger shark? The analogy was getting confusing, so he let it drop. “You mean to tell me that not one of these townies can make you light up?” he smirked.
“Most of the townies who know how to fuck don’t need to pay for it,” she pointed out before lifting her hand and making a gimme gesture to get her cigarette back. “I like that guy at the greenhouse though. He’s cute. I ain’t making him pay for it though.” Not that there was anything going on there yet. But she liked how Skylar kissed, and that was promising enough.
"Okay, you're probably right about that," Mannix laughed, holding her cigarette just out of reach, forcing her to come closer. "Skylar, right?" He asked. Clementine's friend. They get to meet in person, but he knew who the was. "You going to make him work for it?" Sometimes she could be too easy, in his opinion.
“Depends on what you consider working for it.” Kenzie shrugged. She and Skylar might have slept together already, if Kenzie had really pushed for it. But she didn’t think she was too easy. Kenzie simply liked sex and if she found someone attractive and wanted to sleep with them, she did. She didn’t always feel the need to play hard to get. Life was too fucking short for games. Unless she felt like playing, of course. She leaned toward Mannix some more, smirking softly as she stretched out her hand for her cigarette.
When she came close enough, he let her have the cigarette, but grabbed her by the waistband of her pants. “Somewhere between being too easy and so hard to get you never get it,” he said, mind briefly flicking over to December. He still wanted her, and would still work for her, but he was past turning down a good time when she’d made her choice clear. Kenzie smelled good, like smoke and sex, and a little bit of pot. It’d be breaking his rules, but he wouldn’t mind pulling her into bed with him. How would she taste? “You still like things a little rough?”
Kenzie brought her cigarette to her lips, amused when he pulled her to him. It would be silly to deny that being close to Mannix excited her. And while she hadn't forgotten his rule of sleeping with girls who worked with him, Kenzie wasn't about to remind him if he was willing to ignore it himself for a while. Arching a brow, Kenzie turned her face to blow the smoke away from them both, her mischievous gaze still on Mannix. "Is this a test? Am I supposed to play hard to get right now?"
"Not a test," Mannix said with a low chuckle. "I'm a little frustrated with hard to get right now." Maybe he still had a chance with December, but what he wanted with Kenzie wasn't the same kind of thing. A good time was different than... he supposed he wanted something more with December. Thinking about it did nothing to his mood, though, so instead he slid off the porch railing and popped the button on her pants. "So answer my question."
Oh, right. The girl. Kenzie didn't concern herself with asking him questions about December, because frankly, she didn't care. Relationship matters were something far beyond her comprehension. Licking her bottom lip, Kenzie dropped her cigarette to the porch, stubbing it out with the heel of her shoe before she brought both hands to Mannix's waist, slipping them up underneath his shirt to touch bare skin. "I still like things a little rough," Kenzie answered simply, because she knew that was what he wanted to hear, and it was the truth. She had no romantic feelings toward Mannix at all, but he had always been a good lay, and she doubted it would be disappointing the way it was with so many others.
"What I want to do to you, I can't do out here on the porch," he grinned, nipping at her jawline as his hands slid around behind her, over her ass. She was easy, sure, but that was fine with him at the moment. She could satisfy two of his cravings and enjoy herself in the process. "How good are you at keeping secrets?" he asked, his mouth moving down to her collar bone. The urge to bite her was so strong, he was struggling to keep his fangs in check, at least for now. Biting her on the front porch would be a horrible idea, no matter how tempting it was.
With his hands moving over her, it was difficult for Kenzie to concentrate on what he was saying, but she did her best, despite her eyelids growing heavy and pleasure starting to throb inside her when his lips slid over her skin. "Secrets?" she murmured, raking her nails around his waist to the small of his back. "I've got a million of 'em stored up, never to be told." That was a big fat lie, but she supposed it's what he wanted to hear. "You want to tell me a secret?" Kenzie asked, drawing him closer so their bodies were pressing together.
“Come downstairs with me and we’ll see if you can handle it,” he murmured, squeezing her ass as he pushed his hips against her own. A part of him wanted to have her right there on the porch, but he realized that was a bad idea for so many reasons. Just because he might have done it outside the dome, didn’t mean he could do it here without consequences. Without waiting for an answer, he began to drag her that direction, his mouth crushing against hers in the meantime.
Mannix definitely knew how to pique her interest. Because Kenzie liked secrets. And she liked kisses. And she also knew Mannix could get her off, unlike some of the men she'd had inside. Kenzie allowed Mannix to lead her to the basement. She kept one hand fisted in his shirt, as though he might change his mind at any moment and try run away. But she wasn't letting go. Kenzie had been bored out of her mind since getting stuck inside the dome and now something worthwhile was happening. No, she wasn't letting go.
As soon as Mannix had her down the basement stairs, he had her up against the wall, pushing her top to bare more of her skin as he continued to kiss her. The basement was empty, thank God, with Jack out somewhere, hopefully for a while, because all the privacy Mannix needed was to not be in the open air. He could feel the urge to bite her coming on strong, to taste her and to fuck her, hopefully at the same time. “I bite,” he warned, one hand groping her breast as the other unfastened her pants. “Harder than I used to. You mind?”
Kenzie was panting already, a sly smile curved at her lips when he released her mouth to get her pants open. Arching into his touch, Kenzie got to work on his own pants, tugging them open with deft hands. This was what she had missed since the dome doors locked. Mindless, meaningless oblivion. She didn't really understand anything else, and for weeks now, she had felt completely out of place. But this was familiar and Kenzie just wanted to wrap her legs around him and lose herself. "I like being bitten," Kenzie breathed, yanking down his zipper to impatiently push his pants down his pants. "Do it as hard as you want, I don't care."
The faster he could get her out of her clothes, the better, because he really wasn’t in the mood to play. He wanted her now, hard and fast, and he was glad she seemed to be of the same mind. Once her pants were unfastened, he pushed them down, along with her underwear. He ran his hands up her body, starting with her thighs, over her stomach, then pulling her shirt over her head. As he leaned in to kiss her neck, he noticed that his fangs were already there, ready to bite. It was a trend he was starting to notice, the urge to bite coming with the urge to fuck, and this time he gave in, sinking his fangs into her shoulder as he pinned her against the wall, legs wrapped around him, and thrust into her.
Hard and fast was exactly what she wanted and Kenzie lifted her arms quickly to help him get her shirt off. Her heart was pounding madly in her chest and she flung her arms around his neck quickly, ready to get on with it. Like Mannix, she had no desire to play, or mess around. The first thing she felt was his teeth. His sharp teeth, sinking into her flesh. It startled her at first, but she had no real time to react because the next thing she knew, Mannix had lifted her up and pushed himself inside of her. The sensations both from his teeth, and from their bodies joining together, forced a strangled cry from her lips, but it wasn't one of pain. It felt... amazing. But she had no idea what the fuck he was actually doing. Wrapping her legs as tightly around him as she could, Kenzie held onto him, her fingers fisting into his hair. To say he bit harder than usual was a massive understatement.
This was how it was supposed to be, how he should always feed, if it was possible. It was easier not to lose himself in feeding from her when he was half distracted elsewhere, taking from her as many ways as he could. Mannix lifted her, finding it so much easier with this new strength he had, and groaned as she pulled his hair, tongue lapping at the blood. He knew better than to bite her neck now, that drinking from anywhere else allowed it to last longer. He was going to have to explain himself afterwards, but right now she didn’t seem to mind, at least if the noises she was making were any indication. He couldn’t believe how good it felt, and wondered if this was similar to what she was feeling. It felt right, embracing what he was now and thoroughly enjoying it.
Oh yes, there would definitely be explanations, because Kenzie caught the scent of blood and it was belatedly that she realized he had really sunk his teeth in. And he was licking at where he had broken the skin, like some kind of fucking vampire. In all of the times they had done this in the past, she couldn't really remember getting that kinky. But since it felt good, Kenzie wasn't going to complain about it. It just seemed like Mannix's tastes had changed. Being pinned up against the wall restricted her movements, but Kenzie worked her hips against his, wanting to meet every thrust of his body. She kept her fingers tight in his hair, tugging hard as her moans and cries grew in volume. Honestly, Kenzie had no idea what it was, but her release was building quickly, intensely, and threatening to unravel inside of her at breakneck speed. It was likely the fierceness in which he took her, the way he had sunk his teeth into her skin, and the mere fact that she hadn't had a good lay in quite some time. But Kenzie was more than happy to go with it, as she was most things in her life.
Mannix grinned against her skin, feeling that loss of control, the intensity that came with giving in and letting go. He sliced his tongue on his fangs, then licked the bite, helping it to heal before he moved her over to the sofa. Setting her down freed up his hands, but one still stayed on her hip as he picked up the pace. The louder she was, the harder he moved against her, his hunger satisfied, but his need still there. When he kissed her, there was blood on his lips, but his mouth didn’t stay there long before moving down to her breasts, biting and sucking, so close to coming far sooner than he’d like to be. He could change things up, hold it off, but Kenzie seemed right there with him, so he might as well stay where he was an enjoy the ride.
Kenzie's head fell back against her neck, lips parted with every shallow breath, when Mannix pushed them away from the wall to carry her elsewhere. She clung, the grip in his hair unforgiving until he laid her down. On her back now, Kenzie drew her knees up, drawing him in at a slightly different angle. She welcomed every hard plunge of his body and Kenzie licked her lips of the blood Mannix left there after his brief kiss. It was a bizarre taste to have during sex, but certainly not an unwelcome one. It added unexpected excitement to what was happening, even though she knew it probably wasn't normal. She lifted her hips to his eagerly, always wanting to be an active participant when she was getting laid. Especially when pumping her hips against his got her even closer to her orgasm. Biting into her lip, Kenzie raked her fingernails through his hair, down to his shoulders and then over his back. Her noises grew in volume, her body strained... and then she bucked beneath him, crying out as release flooded through her. Finally, someone who knew how to get her there.
He’d always remembered her as being a good lay. It was why he’d hired her. But he’d forgotten how good she was at keeping up with him, often getting there before him so that he could enjoy the feeling of her tight around him. Mannix groaned as she began to buck and shudder, fangs cutting into his bottom lip as his hips jerked against hers. He gasped for a breath he didn’t need, then let his head fall back as he came, enjoying the feel of her nails down his back. She could have scratched hard enough to draw blood and he wouldn’t have cared. This was what he wanted, to lose himself, just for a little bit, and know that his partner would survive with him.
The feel of Mannix coming so quickly after her only heightened the aftershocks coursing through her body. Kenzie trembled violently against him, panting softly as she slowly came down from the high. Even as her muscles loosened, it was hard to let him go. She liked having the right guy buried inside of her, but she pulled her legs away from his waist with a contented groan, in case he needed or wanted to move. "Damn," she murmured, stretching her arms up above her head. Then Kenzie's lips curved and she pried her eyes open a bit so she could see him. She was going to wait and see if he offered her any explanation as to what made him want to bite her that way. If not, well, she was sure as hell going to ask.
Mannix laughed softly, then licked any remaining blood off her shoulder, glad to see that the wound had healed. This would go over so much smoother if he wasn’t scarring her up. His hands moved down her body, holding her hips as he slid out of her with a goan, sitting back till he was kneeling on the floor. His boxers were somewhere, but when they weren’t within reaching distance Mannix decided he didn’t care as much. He’d get them once he caught his breath. It was a feeling that wasn’t really necessary, since the heart he was hearing wasn’t his own. Some things were just instinct.
Her own clothes were still by the wall, but Kenzie was in no hurry to get dressed. Not yet anyway. She still had questions, not to mention the fact that she was feeling boneless and sated, with no real energy to even move. Licking her lips, she realized there was still the faintest taste of blood. The thought prompted her to lift her hand to her shoulder, feeling around for whatever wound his teeth might have left behind. Only there was no wound. Her shoulder was as smooth as it was before they started tearing one another's clothes off. "What the fuck," Kenzie stated, brows lifting questioningly before she looked over at him. "What'd you do to me?"
He knew there would be questions. He just didn’t know where they would start. “I bit you,” he said with a grin, flashing his fangs. “Then I healed you back up.” Mannix laid back, stretching his arms over his head. God, he felt good right now. It would be nice to not have this discussion, but he knew he couldn’t get away with it. Kenzie would have to be out of her mind to let him leave it at that.
"Well, no shit, I already figured that much out." Kenzie sat up, not at all uncomfortable with her nakedness. Or his. Her hand was still on her shoulder, her fingers brushing along the freckled skin. Her blue eyes were on his face, scrutinizing, trying to figure him out. Kenzie had caught a flash of the fangs and for some incredibly odd reason she remembered what Lance had told her the other night, when they were both high and out of it. Everything seems like it wants to bite you. Her brows drew together curiously, her eyes still fixated on his face. "Okay, so what are you?"
“I’m a vampire,” he answered, still listening to her heart as he enjoyed the view. “I got bitten by a bat a while back and triggered the change. Which is good, since the alternative was dying.” She’d remember the bats. Everyone did. So many people had died, but Mannix didn’t think it would have been any better if all those people had become vampires. Then there wouldn’t be enough blood to go around. “Can you keep that to yourself, or am I going to have to worry about you causing a panic?” He trusted she knew how to keep her mouth shut, but he wanted her to know why it was important that she do so. Not everyone could handle the truth of what was out there.
"A vampire." Kenzie stared at Mannix for a moment before her lips curved into a grin. Maybe that's what Lance had been talking about. Did that mean he knew about vampires before she did? How unfair was that? "I guess things make more sense now." Kenzie lowered her hand from her shoulder to her thigh before she leaned forward to crawl toward his naked body. "Can I see them?" His fangs, obviously. She had felt them before, but now she wanted a better view.
As she crawled over him, Mannix propped himself up on his elbows and grinned for her. “Sure,” he said. “They seem to come out every time I get turned on, which works out well considering the effect biting has on people.” He wasn’t sure if she’d noticed a difference, since they’d already been moving that direction when he bit her. Mannix tended to think he was good in bed, but knew it generally took a bit more work to get a girl off than it did with the biting. It made him wonder, if he bit her again, could he get her to come again just as easily?
"I was wondering what that feeling was," Kenzie murmured, fascinated by the sight of his teeth. It was more of a turn on than she expected something like that to be. But she had always liked getting bit and nibbled on during sex. But when it felt like that? Even better. Her lips twitched into a smirk as her gaze lifted from his mouth to his eyes. "I knew something was different. You're good, but that was fucking amazing."
“Gotta give me some credit,” Mannix snickered. “I thought I should warn you, though. It didn’t seem fair to spring it on you without at least giving you a clue.” Even though he liked to be bit, he wasn’t sure how he would have felt if someone had tried that on him before now. Blood in play used to be a bit too extreme for him, but now it was part of the fun, which he realized not everyone was into. “So does this mean you’d be willing to feed me every once and awhile?”
"Huh." Kenzie rested her palm on his stomach, tapping her fingers against his skin lightly as she continued to study him. Mannix was a vampire now. How bizarre. Kenzie was starting to realize the dome was just... odd. As were the people in it. Arching a brow at his question, she grinned again and slid her palm lower before grazing them over to his hip bone. "I guess so. If that means I get to get off whenever you do it." She wasn't one to give without receiving something, after all.
Mannix hummed softly, enjoying the feel of her hand on his skin. She was so warm, whereas he was cool to the touch, warming only to the air around him or from the body heat of others. “I don’t see why not,” he said with a little smirk. If he had something going on with December, then his terms might be different, but as long as she was playing the friend game, there was nothing to stop him from feeding on and fucking Kenzie. “It doesn’t seem fair to get you all riled up and then leave you hanging. Though if you ever need something to get you going with another customer, come see me first,” he snickered.
"That's the kind of arrangement I can get behind," Kenzie murmured, suddenly ecstatic that the old Mannix seemed to be back in play. She didn't even want to ask about his girl, or whoever the hell she was. Kenzie ran both hands up his chest again and then leaned down to press a kiss against his abdomen. He was definitely cool to the touch, now that she was actually paying attention. Kenzie flicked her tongue against his skin before she grinned, arching a brow as she peered up at him through her lashes. "This is a secret I know I can keep. Promise." Because she would be getting something out of it, and those were the only secrets she cared about.