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Who: Scud + Lo
What: Bar, fights, misdeeds in dark alleys, food
When: 9/10
Where: A bar. An Alley. A restuarant.
Rating: High.
Status: Complete




"I think I've got it figured out. A place. For the thing?" Scud had dragged Lo to a bar -- an honest to god bar, with sticky floors and proper beer and shitty rail whiskey and he was delighting absolutely in the fact that he looked like he belonged here -- ripped jeans and ratty t-shirt and doc martin's that couldn't possibly get any more scuffed. His smile was lopsided and bright at his not-ginger. He liked a change of pace that wasn't a change of pace at all.

Lo actually enjoyed dive bars, if only because he made everyone look profoundly uncomfortable while he was inside. He just looked like The Man that every counter culture person rallied against in his bespoke suit and shiny shoes. “Where?” Lo rapped manicured nails against his bottle of PBR, smiling right back at Scud.

Scud liked that too. That Lo still dressed like himself, and stood out. It made Scud feel oddly possessive and smug, and it was weird for him, but he liked looking over the table and knowing that the other man was his, and was different and sort of fuckin' perfect. Tailored suit, and one dollar Blue Ribbon.

He smiled, more to himself than anything else. "Ain't too far. Few blocks from here. Figured we can stare at it once we're good an' drunk."

Taking a long swig, Lo was glad that he could still get drunk. Sure, having a demonic constitution was nice and all - he probably wouldn’t get sick ever again - but there was something about booze that he would’ve missed.

“Sounds good to me.” Lo heard murmurs from behind him about his suit, about him possibly being a cop, and he threw his hands up. Turning, he folded his arms. “You bitches got a fuckin’ problem? Or do I have to grab a bottle and make you shut up that way?”

Scud rose his eyebrows at that, fighting back the urge to smile and goad a fight on (he couldn't help it, he was a brat), and failing miserably.

"Think they got a problem," he said, swallowing a drink of his own. "Bet they think they could take you too. Ain't the case of course."

He was a little shit, because that totally riled the other men up more, and Scud was too busy thinking about how it would be really fucking hot to watch Lo wipe the floor with them.

One of the guys not so subtly dropped a ‘faggots’ into his conversation, which was exactly what Lo hadn’t wanted to hear. He took off his jacket, hanging it off of his chair which he’d long since vacated. Off went the tie, as well as his button down shirt. In undershirt and slacks, he walked over to the hipster fucking douchebag who thought he was hot shit for going to divey bars.

“I will give you thirty seconds to apologize by buying the whole bar a round. After that, you can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Scud should have felt more guilty about finding this attractive. Really, he should have. He'd always had a bit of a mouth himself, but had never really looked for fights (not that he hadn't ever been in one, he'd done his fair share). But fuck if Lo didn't look good like that.

The thirty seconds passed, and Scud couldn't help but grip his bottle like he might be interested in breaking it just to help out in a fight if needed. There was no apology, only the pushing out of stools and puffed out chests. "Fuck," he said, almost blankly.

Lo hadn’t gotten much of an opportunity to test out his demonic fighting abilities. No time like the present, he supposed. One of the guys windmilled toward him, and Lo sent him crumpling down with a single palm to the solar plexus. The other guy, in the same stroke, had his hair clasped in a fist. While Lo sent that man’s head into the bar, the idiot tried to kick him, not seeing that he was already beat. Lo made him eat bar with one swift downward motion.

The two of them effectively knocked out, Lo cleared his throat and ordered another round for himself and Scud.

Scud stared for a moment, surprised, interested, and something else completely. He sat back down at their little table, looking at the new drink in front of him and chewing on his lip before turning his eyes back to the men on the floor.

He squirmed in his seat. "Fuck," he said again, before finishing the last of his old drink.

Lo put his buttondown back on before sitting, smiling at Scud. “Sorry about that.” He felt suddenly sheepish and embarrassed. “We can go somewhere else, if you want.”

Slowly, Scud shook his head, although he wasn't completely sure. He wasn't concerned about trouble so much as -- well.

"That -- was real hot, L. I'm gonna be honest and say you don't want me standin' up any time soon."

That made Lo laugh. “Really. You should’ve taken cell phone footage, then.” He leaned over, kissing Scud firmly, unafraid and content to kiss his boyfriend in public.

Well who would be afraid after a show like that? No one was going to challenge it, that was for sure. Scud laughed, kissed back with wild abandon, all tongue and teeth and sharp bites, and then leaned back into his seat looking like the cat who just got all the cream. “You’re trouble, L. Wanna keep it up?”

“The trouble or your cock?” Lo smirked, nibbling a bit at Scud’s lower lip. “Or both? I suppose both is an option too.”

“Both.” Yeah, okay, that was an immediate response. But Scud had been entirely too well behaved lately, and he wasn’t used to not being a little bit of trouble himself.

“What would you like to do, then?” Lo leaned forward tie loose around his neck.

Instead of coming up with a proper response, Scud leaned forward again to steal another kiss, the kind that clearly was not for public. Except it was, and that's sort of what made it good, wasn't it?

Kissing him a little harder, Lo chuckled, pulling away and making his way toward the bartender to pay the bill. Once that was done, he returned to Scud, pulling him into a heated kiss, tugging Scud’s shirt over his hips and up his chest. At the same time, he transported them into an alley a few blocks away, without stopping what he was doing.

Scud? Scud was totally in tune with this shit. Huffing out laughter between their lips and half biting Lo into the kiss, he half pushed Lo into the wall and tugged roughly on his button up shirt in order to untuck it. "God," he said, barely bothering to move his lips away from Lo's.

“Shhh,” Lo grinned. “We’re not exactly hidden here.” He scooted them out of the streetlight, undoing the buckle of Scud’s belt with one hand. “There we go,” he purred.

There we go, indeed. Scud smiled, lopsided and only as wicked as he could manage (which was fairly) and approved highly of their situation. "Shhh," he echoed, obviously playful and pressed in to offer more kisses and a bite to Lo's neck that was all kinds of rough. What? He knew the not-ginger liked it.

Groaning, Lo reached down to take Scud roughly in his hand, pumping a few times before moving to drop to his knees. He really shouldn’t be in his very fine trousers, but what the hell. He only lived once, and he could have another suit made if he absolutely had to.

Scud absolutely would have laughed if he knew what was going on in Lo's head -- and he might have been nice enough to switch places with his boyfriend. For now he was okay with taking turns, inappropriately enticed by the thrill of it -- barely hidden and tucked into this shitty brick wall. "Fuck," he mumbled, going for encouraging and settling his hand easily on the top of Lo's head. "Yes, please."

Running a tongue from the base of Scud’s cock to the tip, Lo took a moment to look nearly thoughtful. “Thought we were going to look at that property you wanted to buy.” Because there were all forms of teasing, and Lo’s favorite was the ‘playing very dumb’. He idly ran his tongue around the head, smirking up at Scud. Ha! Try to think now!

Unfortunately for Lo, Scud was getting pretty good at knowing when he was being intentionally (albeit playfully) fucked with and so he only let out a sigh and a snuff of breath before looking down at his boyfriend, fingers curling into just slightly too-short hair. "Just suck my cock, L." He offset the words with a stupidly pleased smile.

That made Lo pout for half a moment before biting sharply at Scud’s hip. “Prat,” he muttered, pretending to be upset for a half moment before wrapping his lips around Scud and working his way further down.

"Mm," Scud agreed mildly, before licking his lips and looking entirely receptive to Lo's task at hand (and why wouldn't he be?). "You -- like it." He tightened his grip in Lo's hair, tilted his hips forward oh-so-helpfully and murmured out quiet words of appreciation. Fuck if this man wasn't good with his mouth.

Lo had always been told he was good with his mouth, and he enjoyed showing it off both at work and at home. When he heard the scuffle of people walking past, he gripped Scud by the hips and proceeded to work him a bit lower, a bit further, well past the point where his eyes started to water. Lo simply closed them, flicked his tongue, and was thankful that his gag reflex was all but gone. Few things shut men up like this did; it was a bravado ender.

With sick fascination, Scud panted lightly, made a little groan of a noise and half watched as the group walking by looked straight the fuck at them and then with kept going with ridiculously wide eyes.

Fuck. And more fuck.

“Lo,” he muttered, low and dark -- a clear warning as he tilted his head downward to look at his boyfriend.

He knew that he’d been spotted, but Lo couldn’t really care. He bore off of Scud enough so that the younger man wouldn’t choke him when he came, but he made no effort to stop. It wasn’t as if they could fuck in the alley anyway. No, he just looked like any other businessman having an illicit tryst while the wife was away.

Well, appearances could be funny, couldn't they? Lo and his ridiculous suits and Scud with his inability to stop wearing jeans without holes in the knees. Kind of the perfect mismatched pair.

He bit his lip when he came -- nearly silent beyond a sharp noise of appreciation. It was the little things in life, wasn't it? Scud was pleased he hadn't leaned back enough to thump his head against the brick wall, and couldn't help but giggle over it a second later.

Grinning up at him, Lo smiled and licked his lower lip. “What’s so funny, then?” He really did like doing little things to spoil Scud - up to and including blowjobs in alleys.

"Nothin', s'just awesome." Scud's fingers were nimble, readjusting himself in his pants and doing his belt back up before crouching down and stealing a rough kiss. "You wanna turn, or is the wall too dirty t'lean on?" He was half teasing.

“Surprise me,” Lo smirked. He ran his fingers through Scud’s long hair, smirking and helping him fix his shirt a little. “You’re welcome. I like seeing you happy, in case you haven’t noticed.” It was one of the reasons Lo spoiled him as much as he did.

Scud had noticed. Quite a bit. He tried returning the favor in his own little ways, of course: eating weird food with foam on it, not sleeping with the whole of California, crawling into bed in the middle of the night just to cuddle even if he wasn't tired. It seemed to work out okay.

Smiling, Scud shrugged a little, headbutting Lo's hand and rubbing his head against it like the laziest but most pleased of cats. "Surprise you?" He snorted, motioning for there to be a spot switch. He had no problems getting on his knees or being dirty.

Lo chuckled, leaning against the wall in the sprawling way that only the tall and formerly lanky could imagine. “Or you could be terribly, terribly la - HELLO, YES, I AM GETTING A BLOWJOB HERE, THANK YOU, I KNOW YOUR BOSS!” Lo flipped off someone walking past, knowing that he assuredly wouldn’t end up on TMZ once that guy realized who he’d snapped a photo of.

"You've got the prettiest mouth, L." Scud chuckled, and they were both more than well aware that the brunet rather liked it when Lo got all mouthy and rude at people. It was charming. Or something.

Belt easily undone, Scud glanced up at Lo, looking overly smug for no reason other than this and pulled him free as necessary before showing off his own skills devoted to oral fixation.

Smirking, Lo leaned against the wall more heavily, reaching down to stroke Scud’s temple. “Love you too you big sap.” He could feel his toes curl inside of his very expensive shoes and Scud had barely started.

Scud, of course, took that about as well as any man might when he was busy with his mouth. He flipped Lo off.

Lovingly, of course. Because it was true, he did love the other man. He just showed his affection differently than most. Like by doing amazing things with his tongue, thanks.

That just made Lo laugh for a moment until he couldn’t do anything but close his eyes and outright whimper. He just appreciated what Scud was doing, trying not to move his hips too much and ruin things before they’d really begun.

Probably he wouldn't have minded, but Scud was easy (no, really) and so was just as pleased to find a nice bobbing rhythm all on his own.

Digging the curve of his thumbs into Lo's hip bones, Scud only pressed himself forward a little more. It was good times; and gag reflexes were for people who weren't professionals at road head.

It was nice that Lo and Scud were both in the pro leagues when it came to oral sex. It was kind of sad they were using it on each other, but Lo couldn’t find two seconds to give a shit about any of that. He was too busy growling low in the back of his throat, tugging gently on Scud’s hair. It didn’t take long before he was tapping out his own warning.

Blow job morse code: it was cool. Scud only backed up enough to not die (hey, they knew how it worked) and then kept going because nothing said love like enthusiastically swallowing in a dark alley.

Lo came quietly, biting his lower lip and huffing out a breath when they were caught again. He’d apparently picked the busiest street in the world, but whatever. Those were just civilians, and they just walked a little bit faster, not wanting to be bothered. Chuckling when Scud stood up, Lo tugged him close by the waistband for a rough kiss.

Scud took it, nibbling on Lo's bottom lip and settling his hands happily on the taller man's shoulders for balance. It was pretty fucking romantic, if he had to be honest.

It was their sort of romance, which wasn’t everyone’s, but Lo didn’t care about that. He wasn’t in a relationship with anyone but Scud. And that was just how Lo wanted it. He smiled, fondly ruffling Scud’s hair. “So. Do you want to go get something to eat?”

Leaning into the touch, Scud grinned, stole another kiss and then backed away enough to fish a pack of smokes and his trusty scuffed zippo from his pockets. He didn't fix his hair. "Could eat, yeah. Where y'wanna go? Round the block? Round the world?" He was sort of just getting used to how spontaneous everything could be around Lo.

“Don’t know, I hadn’t really thought about it. I kind of want shrimp and grits. Eggs over easy. So southern diner?” Lo felt around in his jacket pockets for his own antique Dunhill petrol lighter and his own handrolled smokes.

Scud lit his smoke (not hand rolled, and probably only two tiers above the cheapest kind in the local overpriced gas station) and seemed content enough with the suggestion to give a nod. "Seems legit." Any place that he could get a burger was a good place, he figured.

The younger man offered his hand out -- he'd learned that was easier on his system than Lo just grabbing hold wherever the fuck he wanted -- it made Scud feel a little less like dialoguing with gravity once they ended up where they were going.

Lo had a place in mind, and soon they were in the sticky Atlanta heat, in a parking lot that was brightly lit but housed more motorcycles than cars. “If anyone hits you or calls you a faggot, I can probably hold my own in a fight.”

Scud exhaled, looking for all the world like they hadn't just traveled across the country in the blink of an eye. Maybe he really was getting spoiled. Hm.

He glanced at the motorcycles and shrugged a little nonchalantly. "Don't judge, Lo. I own one 'a them myself and you don't see me goin' round callin' people names." But he got it, he did, and if nothing else, edged a little closer to Lo, anyway. Not like he couldn't handle himself, if he had to, but he was more a lover than a fighter. He flicked his smoke into the parking lot before opening the door wide for the other man.

Lo smirked, redoing his tie and fluffing his own hair into something resembling the posh standard it had been previously. Stubbing his cigarette out in the large flower pot thing doubling as an ash tray by the entrance, Lo felt his stomach rumble. “Unf, it smells like heaven in here.”

"You say that about every place we walk into." But he didn't disagree, and soon they were seated in a booth, Scud lazily slouched down with his feet on either side of Lo just because he could. He stared at the menu, ignored the other people in the restaurant, and decided on something that boasted entirely too much pepperjack cheese. Yes and please.

"This is fun, right?" He glanced up over the menu, all curious blue eyes and earnest look like he hadn't just been the asshole to practically prompt a fight and give a back alley blow job.

Scanning the menu, Lo found shrimp and grits, eggs over easy, and pork belly. “Of course this is fun.” Lo’s own eyes met Scud’s. “Why, are you worried I won’t put out after our date? In case you’re wondering, the answer is yes.”

It wasn't really a pout that Scud responded with, so much as a really wry pout. "Nah, wasn't so concerned about that. Just -- you know. Makin' sure." It might have been past midnight, but Scud saw no reason not to flip his coffee mug the right side up on the table -- it was always a good time for coffee.

"Wouldn't wanna get boring on you."

“I highly doubt you’re capable of boring, Scud. There’s a reason I keep you around.” Lo winked, following suit with his own coffee and moving to light another cigarette. “God bless the south and their lax indoor smoking laws, yeah? It’s a crime to eat eggs and not smoke afterward.”

Assured enough with his place in life (or Lo's, whatever), Scud snuffed out a pleased little noise and pulled his own smokes back out. He wasn't lacking in confidence, and if Lo said they were good, they were fucking good. That's really all there was to it.

"No shit, huh? Tell me why we live in California, again?" The land of Oh No Don't Do That You'll Kill Us All, Isn't There A Law Against…? Sigh.

“Money,” Lo sighed once he’d exhaled. “I have never been so glad to get teleportation powers. It’s the first thing I’d have asked for. I had fresh persimmons this morning, you know. Just ... that’s what I wanted, so I went to get one.” It was bliss.

Yeah, Scud didn't even know what that was. He just blinked, half smiled and went on smoking. He motioned with his right hand vaguely when he spoke, like he was trying to make a point and only the cloud of cigarette smoke he trailed after it might help with that. "The first thing you'd ask for. Fuck me if we ain't all a little spoiled by how fucked up Orange County is. When'd you ever really think you'd end up havin' a conversation like this one?" Hell, even Scud got the spoils of the strange benefits, even without any cool powers of his own.

“Never. Honestly, I never thought I’d have the money to even travel to Atlanta while I was growing up, much less sit here and just ... sit.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair again. “I’m the grandson of immigrants. I have second gen guilt. Not as bad as first gen, but it still dies pretty hard. Yeah, I’ve got that whole tongues thing where languages happen, but I always spoke fluent Romanian. And we are a mopey, fucked up people, let me tell you.”

"Don't be guilty." There was no point in it when it came to things like these, and Scud was of the mind that if there wasn't a point, no one should bother. "You did well for yourself by trying hard as fuck. You should be more smug than you are, man."

He nodded his thanks to a waitress who came by with coffee, ordered his plate of hopeful grease and let L take his turn before continuing.

"Anyway, who's not a little fucked up?"

“I don’t know, my parents both killed themselves.” Lo shrugged his shoulders, lighting another cigarette off of his previous one. “My aunt and uncle raised me, mostly.” Hey, things he’d never told Scud!

Except he totally had! Then again, Lo had been kinda high at the time, so there was that.

"Yeah," Scud said, a little awkwardly, scratching the tip of his nose with his thumb, "I mean. That's more fucked up than most. But you were better off with your uncle an' all anyway. Better folks, right?" He ashed his smoke and sat up a little to add a superfluous amount of sugar to his coffee.

Lo nodded. “Yeah, I ... that’s an awful lot of sugar, no wonder you’re so hyper.” Shaking his head, Lo looked at the cigarette in his hand. “Yeah, my aunt and uncle were very good to me. It’s a blessing I stayed with them. But really, I’m luckier than most. Turns out you don’t find me terrifying even though, you know. Demon.”

Scud was not hyper. He was just generally fidgety and a little twitchy. He gave a face over it and added another packet of sugar out of misguided spite before sitting up a little more in order to curl his legs up underneath himself on the booth.

"You're just lucky enough," Scud said smartly, taking a drag of his smoke and then lifting his coffee. "Anyway. There's nothin' really terrifying about you, L. I dream of bein' eaten alive and being forced into servitude. You come home with cronuts and puppies. It ain't much of a contest, y'know."

“I am pretty much the worst demon - did I tell you that the cronut guy came up with a new thing? It’s chocolate souffle inside a brioche. I’ve been eating like, four a day, you want one tomorrow?” Lo smiled, laughing delightedly at his own gluttony.

They were both kind of horrible hedonists in their own right. Luckily, both had learned somewhere along the way that sharing was a pretty okay thing to do every once in a while.

Their food came, and he delighted over french fries and the fact that they were talking about other food they wanted to eat whilst eating. "I don't even know what brioche is, L. But yeah, I prolly want one, don't I?" Scud didn't turn down bakery goods or desserts ever, and that was all there was to that.

“It’s a fancy French yellow cake. So yes. Yes, you do.” Lo smiled, immediately tucking into his grits and groaning when he realized they were cheesy. “Dear god, I think we know what my deadly sins are.”

Scud rolled his eyes over that, but didn't seem any less pleased about his food than Lo was -- except he refrained from making weird noises, because christ, really?

"Demons prolly get a free pass on that sorta thing."

“It’s true. In my dreams, I’m made in Hell. Can’t really blame a guy for being a little grumbly, a little gluttonous.” He offered Scud his spoon in case he wanted to try the grits. They really were perfect.

Scud took the spoon and the offered bite before leaning forward a little to steal one more for himself: Scud approved food was the best food, obviously.

"Nah, I don't blame you. Anyway, s'cool. Nothin' wrong with having a vice or ten. You still dreaming the same old things over and over?"

“Yup. I don’t think I’ll have anything more. Because really, being tortured because I fell in love, for the rest of eternity? Bo-ring.” Lo shrugged and nicked a fry off of Scud’s plate. “I get it, blah blah bad demon, no cookies.”

"Lame." They were pretty nonchalant about those horror dreams these days, but whatever. It wasn't like it was new anymore. "The dark side's s'posed to have cookies." Scud poked at Lo's eggs, totally breaking the yolk. He was really just being a brat today, and saw no reason not to keep the streak up.

"I think I'm comin' close to something in mine. Maybe real good or real bad. We'll see."

“Close to what?” Lo swatted Scud’s hand with the flat of his fork, leaving a yolky splatter on the younger man’s hand. “What’s been going on?”

Pouting at the violence, Scud moved back to his own side of the table and licked his hand off. Napkins? What?

"Dunno. It's all shitty subterfuge. Either I'll end up getting' away with it all or…" He shrugged. "Won't, I guess."

“Well, I’m probably biased.” He smiled broadly, leaning back and thinking. “Do you need anything when you’re in those dreams? I mean, you’re safe, right? From those ... vampires?” Lo didn’t like the idea of Scud being unprotected somehow.

"I gotta gun." But it came out vaguely, like Scud wasn't really sure what Lo was asking. And anyway, he's not all that amazing with guns; just good enough to live another day. "And I make stuff. You know. Weapons." He shrugged, picked at his fries for a second more than then lit another cigarette.

"It's not really the vampires I'm worried about. I work for them now. It's the vampire hunter I'm purposely cheating every time he turns around."

Lo winced. “Why?” He reached out to run his fingers over the veins in Scud’s hand. “I just want you to be safe, and I fucking hate dreams where I can’t control things.”

Not sure if he was asking why he was worried, or why he was cheating the other dude, Scud only gave a shrug. He softened the nonchalance by turning his hand around to touch his palm to Lo's. "I'm safe here, s'good enough." A pause. "Better fed, too.”

“The better to eat you with, I suppose.” Lo smiled. “You also need your stamina for other recreational activities.” He leaned down to light his own cigarette off of Scud’s, smirking the whole time.

Holding still until Lo was lit up properly, Scud shook his head, amused. "Got all my sugar in." He gestured to his empty coffee cup. "I'll have you up all night, now."

“Damn. I think I have one of those brioche chocolate souffle things stashed away for you anyway. Guess we’ll have to split it.” Lo’s smile was lopsided, and he left a few twenties for the bill and tip. “You ready?”

Scud snatched up another french fry before standing up and offering his hand to Lo. "Born ready, L." Which was lame, but fuck you.