Club Fang

Kev's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Are you sure you're okay to drive?" he asked, concerned about the amount of alcohol Fang had consumed.

Fang chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through Kev's chest. "I have a driver for occasions like this," he explained, winking at Kev. He turned to Dale, his expression softening. "Thank you for listening in, my friend," he said sincerely. "Your discretion is appreciated."

Dale nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Just doing my job, boss."

Fang grabbed a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar and tucked it under his arm. "Come on, Kev," he said, extending a hand towards the human. "Let's get out of here."

Kev, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, took Fang's hand and followed him out of the bar, leaving the familiar world of the club behind and stepping into the unknown.

The front courtyard of the club was just as meticulously maintained as the backyard, a testament to Fang's attention to detail. The sprawling parterre, manicured to perfection, framed a circular driveway that led up to the imposing entrance of the mansion. The building itself, bathed in the soft glow of the moon, retained its old-world grandeur. Strangely animalistic gargoyles perched on the eaves, their stone faces etched with centuries of weathering, and stained-glass windows hinted at the opulence within. Torches and lanterns lined paths leading to the entrance from some parking lot hidden in the surrounding trees.

Fang, his hand still clasped around Kev's, strode confidently towards the waiting area. He raised a hand in a casual wave, and the valet, an owl man with piercing yellow eyes, acknowledged the gesture with a sharp nod. With a swift and silent flap of his wings, the owl man took flight, soaring over the mansion's roof and disappearing from sight. Barely minutes later, the purr of a powerful engine announced his return. A sleek, polished, black car, its chrome gleaming in the moonlight, pulled up to the curb, the owl man now behind the wheel.

Fang, his grip on Kev's hand firm yet gentle, led him towards the waiting area, a covered portico where a solitary figure stood patiently. The valet, an owl man with piercing yellow eyes and a dignified bearing, acknowledged Fang's arrival with a respectful nod. Without a word, he spread his wings and took flight, his silhouette disappearing into the darkening sky. Moments later, a low rumble echoed through the courtyard, and a sleek, black car, its chrome gleaming under the moonlight, glided silently into view. The owl man, now behind the wheel, held the door open with a practiced flourish.

Fang ushered Kev into the backseat, the plush leather interior a haven of comfort and luxury. As they settled in, the owl man turned his head slightly, his gaze fixed on Fang.

"Where to, boss?" he inquired, his voice a soft hoot.

Fang leaned back, a relaxed smile playing on his lips. "Just a leisurely drive through the woods," he replied, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint. "Take the scenic route."

The muscles at the edge of the owl mans beak turned up. "My pleasure, sir," he said, his voice filled with barely contained excitement. "The security road it is."

With a gentle purr of the engine, the car pulled away from the curb, leaving the bustling club behind. They quickly turned off of the main entrance road onto one that was just hard packed dirt. As they ventured deeper into the surrounding forest, the city lights faded, replaced by the ethereal glow of the moon filtering through the dense canopy of trees. The road, though narrow and winding, was impeccably maintained, a testament to the club's commitment to privacy and security.

The owl did not drive slow, he drove fast. So fast kev felt himself lifting off of the seat with each turn and curve of the road. He shut his eyes and held his breath, the view out the windshield just looked like they were perpetually about to drive straight into a tree. After the lack of a quick and fiery crash kev opened one eye and relaxed his clenched jaw, the ride was actually quite smooth. 

Fang, unable to contain his exhilaration, rolled down the window and stuck his head out, letting the cool night air whip through his fur. His tongue lolled out, his eyes closed in pure joy, a stark contrast to the composed businessman Kev had encountered earlier.

Kev, captivated by the sight of Fang's unbridled joy, couldn't help but chuckle. The usually stoic wolfman, with his fur tousled and his expression carefree, looked like an overgrown puppy reveling in the simple pleasure of a nighttime drive. He reached out, placing a hand on Fang's knee, a gesture of comfort and connection.

Fang pulled his head back inside the car, his smile widening as he met Kev's gaze. "Beautiful night, isn't it?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the car's interior, a subtle undercurrent of something more intimate mingling with the shared appreciation for the moonlit scenery.

The car glided along the moonlit road, the rhythmic hum of the engine a soothing backdrop to the intimate moment unfolding in the backseat. Fang's smile softened as he leaned closer to Kev, their legs brushing against each other in the confined space.

"You know, Kev," he whispered, his voice a husky purr that sent shivers down Kev's spine, "there's only one thing that could make this night even better."

Kev's heart hammered in his chest as he met Fang's gaze. The wolfman's eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, were now filled with a warmth and longing that Kev found both intoxicating and terrifying. He knew, in that moment, that he was teetering on the edge of a precipice, about to take a leap into the unknown.

Before Kev could respond, Fang leaned in and captured his lips in a gentle kiss. It was a fleeting touch, a tentative exploration, but it sent a jolt of electricity through Kev's body. He closed his eyes, savoring the unexpected intimacy.

Fang pulled back, his gaze searching Kev's face for any sign of rejection. But all he saw was a wide-eyed wonder, a hint of desire mirroring his own. Emboldened, he cupped the back of Kev's head with his hand, his touch gentle yet firm, and drew him in for a deeper kiss.

This time, there was no hesitation. Their lips met in a passionate embrace, the world outside the car fading into a blur of moonlight and shadows. Kev's hands found their way to Fang's shoulders, his fingers tentatively exploring the soft fur beneath his suit jacket. Fang's grip on Kev's head tightened, his other hand sliding down to Kev's waist, pulling him closer.

Kev, initially taken aback by the intensity of Fang's kiss, soon found himself melting into it. The wolfman's lips were surprisingly soft against his own, his tongue exploring Kev's mouth with a gentle insistence that sent shivers down his spine.

A wave of unexpected warmth washed over Kev, a feeling of comfort and belonging that he hadn't experienced in a long time. Back on Earth, most of his romantic encounters had been fleeting connections forged through the impersonal realm of the internet. This, however, felt different. This bond he'd formed with Fang, however unconventional, had developed organically, through shared experiences and a growing understanding. It felt real, tangible, and undeniably exciting.

The irony wasn't lost on Kev. 

 As the kiss deepened, Kev became acutely aware of Fang's sharp canine teeth, a chilling reminder of the wolfman's primal nature. The taste of Bloody Mary lingered on Fang's lips, a spicy, intoxicating blend that mingled with the warmth of their shared breath.

Kev, emboldened by the intimacy of the moment, reached up and cupped the side of Fang's face, his fingers tracing the sharp contours of his cheekbones and the soft fur that framed his jaw. The touch seemed to electrify Fang, his body shuddering slightly against Kev's. He nuzzled into Kev's hand, a low rumble of contentment vibrating in his chest.

Fang was on cloud nine. The events of the past few days had been a whirlwind of emotions, from the initial shock of Kev's arrival to the growing fascination and undeniable attraction he felt towards the human. This new assistant, with his gentle touch and inquisitive spirit, had captivated him in a way he hadn't experienced in years. He felt alive, invigorated, and filled with a sense of possibility he'd long forgotten. If anyone else had tried to touch his muzzle like that he would have bitten their hand off. But this human, so weak and gentle, held not a single ounce of danger, of threat. 

The car slowed to a gentle stop, breaking the spell that had enveloped Fang and Kev. Fang reluctantly pulled away from Kev, a wistful sigh escaping his lips. He turned to the driver, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the car's interior.

The owl man, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, inquired, "Would you like to go around again, boss?"

Fang hesitated, a flicker of longing crossing his face. The temptation to prolong the intimate moment was strong, but duty called. He shook his head, a resigned smile playing on his lips. "No, let's head back to the club," he said, his voice a low rumble. "We've been gone too long already."

Kev, though slightly disappointed by the abrupt end to their passionate interlude, leaned against Fang, his head resting on the wolfman's shoulder. The warmth of Fang's body, the steady rhythm of his breathing, provided a sense of comfort and belonging.

The owl man, sensing the shift in mood, smoothly turned the car onto the main road, the headlights cutting through the darkness as they sped back towards the club. The silence in the car was charged with unspoken emotions, a mix of excitement, anticipation, and a hint of trepidation for what the future held.

The car pulled up to the club's entrance, the valet owl man holding the door open with a practiced flourish. Fang and Kev stepped out, the sounds of the bustling club washing over them like a tidal wave. The moon hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow on the mansion's facade.

Fang, his spirits lifted by the stolen moments in the car, draped an arm casually around Kev's shoulders, a gesture of possessiveness and affection. He led Kev through the throng of patrons, their path cleared by a combination of Fang's imposing presence and the respectful nods from the staff.

They settled back into their familiar spot at the VIP table, the remnants of their earlier drinks replaced by fresh ones. Fang leaned back, a contented smile playing on his lips.

"There are a couple more introductions to be made, my dear assistant," he announced, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver of anticipation down Kev's spine. "But first, let's enjoy another drink and savor the atmosphere."