[PROMPT] Hellspawn
Ugh…
Was all Quinn could think as he walked down the street. Night had settled over Burrowgatory, the street lights glowed softly as they lined the sidewalk. Tonight’s program had run late, title matches tended to do that, making it so Quinn had to stay at ringside for longer than intended. He ran a hand through his hair as he continued to walk.
Normally, Quinn would ask one of the wrestlers to accompany him home, Daisuke usually took the initiative and walked alongside the lust bun. Things were different tonight though, Quinn just wanted to get home and crash.
Something else was different too.
The streets were pretty quiet, the further and further Quinn got from the venue. Of course it was rowdy over there, adoring fans waiting for meet and greets or some overpriced merch made for a noisy crowd. Still, the inner city was usually very busy, tonight though, it was eerily quiet.
Quinn continued on, arms crossed over his chest - it was too late now to consider turning back anyway. Instead of mulling over the current atmosphere, Quinn just walked, the sounds of night lulling him into a trance. With a mind full of notes on tonight's performances and just how good some of the wrestlers looked in trunks, Quinn didn’t notice as he walked directly into another bun.
“Heek!” Instincts came quick as his cheek bumped into a chest. Arms push out quickly, shoving himself away from the other person. Which only ended in Quinn falling back on his ass. “Ah! I-I’m so sorry!”
“Hmhm…” An amused huff of a laugh came from the figure that loomed above the fallen announcer. Quinn flinches slightly as the other extends a hand down to him. “Come now, the sidewalk is no place to sit.”
It took a moment of cowering before Quinn opened his eyes and looked up at the pride bun standing above him. He was handsome, chiseled jaw, well built body with a cute head of hair. The whole… All Sinner’s Day looking get-up almost coaxed a laugh from Quinn, thinking that something of the sort would make a fun gimmick - Vampire Wrestler, that would sell tickets during the fall. Quinn’s cheeks flushed as he reached out and allowed the other to help him up. It didn’t register that Lagosi’s hands were colder than another’s hands, perhaps it was the weather or perhaps Quinn had their head too far in the clouds to realize. “S-sorry… thank you for helping me, Mr….”
“Hm? Oh, Lagosi.” Lagosi’s voice was a gentle purr as he stood up straight, gaze pointed down at Quinn who was much shorter. There was something about the way he spoke that made Quinn’s mind feel sort of hazy. “And who may you be?”
The fog that swirled in Quinn’s mind left him slightly distracted, the words barely registering in his mind. “Huh?” Quinn snapped out of it with a shake of his head. “O-oh, Quinn. My name is Quinn, it’s nice to meet you, Mr. Lagosi.”
Another deep chuckle rippled through Lagosi before he spoke again, his hand gently brushing over Quinn’s shoulder. “Well, Quinn, my dear, please forgive me. It seems neither of us were watching where we were going.” Quinn could feel himself relax more as Lagosi spoke.
With a nod, Quinn agreed. “Y-yeah. Sorry about that, truly-”
“Hush now.” Lagosi tuts, interrupting Quinn before he could finish speaking. For a moment, Quinn could swear he saw Lagosi’s glaze flicker over them and a smirk briefly tug at his lips. “No need to fret, Quinn. Please, allow me to treat you to a drink as an apology.”
“Of course, that sounds wonderful! Thank you.” Quinn’s mind was still not in the right place, normally he would deny a drink with a stranger. He barely even went out with the wrestlers, so accepting the offer with such delight was off. Yet Quinn shook those thoughts from his head and walked alongside Lagosi to a nearby bar.
The walk was quiet, a comfortable silence falling over the pair. Quinn didn’t even blink as a large hand settled on the small of his back, encouraging Quinn to follow Lagosi’s lead. There was the occasional murmur of idle chit-chat between the two, yet anything Quinn would ask was deflected with vague answers or pretty words.
Once they finally arrived at the bar Lagosi had led them too, the vibe there felt just a little off. The decor was gothic in nature, elegant furniture and walls that one would imagine straight out of a Victorian castle. Quinn felt out of place, from the decor to the other patrons of the bar, he stuck out like remil amongst loafkis. He didn’t complain though, not wanting to sound rude or ungrateful, instead he simply allowed Lagosi to usher him to a barstool.
Lagosi had ordered for the both of them, seeming rather at home here. Maybe it was a bar that he frequented was how Quinn excused it. Stay quiet as Lagosi bantered with the bartender and some nearby patrons before turning his attention back to Quinn once their wine was poured. Quinn watched as Lagosi took a moment to savor the wine, proceeding to do so himself. The soft nutty notes of the wine made him hum, this must have been an expensive blend.
“So… tell me about yourself, darling~” He purred, voice laced with just a hint of flirtation, making Quinn giggle.
“Oh I’m nothing special… just a… sports entertainer.” Quinn hummed, cheeks once against darkening with a flush. Of course, the lust bun played along, sipping on his wine as he answered every little question Lagosi seemed to have for him. He didn’t notice that he had gone through a few glasses as the night went on, while Lagosi still nursed the one. Quinn wasn’t even thinking about, no his mind was settled on the handsome, charismatic man in front of him, wishing that there was someone at his work who could compete with Lagosi’s level of charm.
As the night went on, Quinn had agreed to go home with Lagosi, they hit it off so well, a little bit of fun was in order! Quinn was pleasantly surprised that Lagosi seemed to have been just as eager as he was because the moment they were out of the bar, Quinn was brought to an alley and pinned against wind-chilled stone. Giggling as Lagosi started to kiss at his neck. It was all so erotic, the slow, almost languid movements of Lagosi’s lips against the column of his neck occasionally broken up by little kitten nips. Quinn was a mess of moans and giggles, that was until he felt something pierce through skin.
“A-Ah!” Quinn yelped as fangs sunk into his neck. Lagosi’s hands are on his waist, thumbs rubbing soothing circles as he smirks against Quinn’s skin. Slowly the pain faded, Quinn’s mind going blank and vision growing blurry as Lagosi latched onto the wound. It wasn’t long before Quinn’s sight started to fade, body going limp in Lagosi’s arms.
Lagosi detached from Quinn’s neck, his fingers brushing softly over the unconscious man’s face. Eager lust bun’s like Quinn made for easy additions to his horde of spawns.
