A/N:This is a major AR some event's and or charecter's have been taken from the season one and two time line, IE Jason Kemp, the prom and bashing however I am not fallowing the show's story line.

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Piercing eyes scanned the crowded club now known as Babylon. He'd been told that this place would suffice his needs physical and otherwise. Bodies everywhere as far as the eye could see, intertwined in such a way that you couldn't tell where one person began and the other ended. As he slid between the writhing bodies the pulse of hundreds of beating hearts made his skin tingle. His sense's heightened and every distinct scent became that much sharper. Hunger had been the last thing on his mind but tonight was different... he felt it in the way the atmosphere changed, in the slight change of sway the bodies made. There was no story to be told here, no source of prophecy from his gypsy friend... he wouldn't have believed any of her shit anyway. It was the pull deep inside his stomach the sharp tear in his still beating heart that spurred him on. Never in his 500 years had he felt anything like the power he felt at that moment, searching the crowd for it he melted into the cracks letting his sense’s take over. This strange change in the air touched him, made him warm and cool all over. There. Feral eyes had zeroed in on the one who had some how skipped his radar. It was coming from this beautiful form writhing on the dance floor. His scent is unique from the others, vibrant, fresh, soft vanilla it speaks of… Innocence. This one had yet to be touched… he was untainted. Yet there was something much deeper hidden beneath the surface. Some surge of power that couldn’t be identified by any modern words. Familiar…mind melting, blood boiling power. He had to have it and that’s when it happened a slight turn had his gaze momentarily drowning in a sea of blue. It seemed like an eternity before a bump to his back had jarred him from the eyes that had captured his own, he whirled around to rip out the idiots throat but thought better of it and let the whimpering twink go with a warning. Turning back to what had caught his attention only mere moments ago he found that the young one was now no where to be found. He opened his sense’s blocking out the one’s that weren’t to his liking. The power he had felt before was still in the vicinity only it was growing fainter. Hazel eyes opened and the sight before him changed, the hundred’s of bodies dancing in a frenzy had slow down till it almost looked as if they had completely stopped. The atmosphere had grown thicker with a strange aura tinted a silver and blue. As he made his way towards the source of this out of character thinking the bodies around him kept with their slow pace. The man fallowed the silver and blue aura towards the bar where he found a blonde sitting. As he wanted the young man turned slightly, and if he had any breathe in him it would have been stolen by the sight of this innocent beauty. Golden locks that his fingers itched to run through fell over eyes as blue as the sea, pale alabaster skin seemed soft to the touch. The light around him almost bent in silver and blue… it couldn’t be coming from some one so… young. This… This kid couldn’t have been old enough to drink let alone get into the clubs. Something else was off about this entire situation. Frowning he realized that the Blond had not been affected by the slowing of time nor did the kid realize what was happening. Oh shit… Startled by the echoing sound the Blonde whirled around turned eyes widened just as the pace of the club picked up once more returning the place to normal. ~*~ Benjamin Bruckner had been watching his companion from a far for quite sometime very much aware of what had just taken place. He too had felt the power that the young blond had held deep inside and had to curb his urge to jump down from the catwalk to shield his friend from harm. It didn’t really seem like Brian was in any sort of trouble from the blond but that didn’t mean he wasn’t. Trouble seemed to find his friend in the strangest ways and that almost always meant something big would soon be coming. “Dam it Brian, you had to pick now?” he muttered as the music had returned to normal, as had the space around him. He watched as the obviously underage blond stared at Brian with something a kin awe, wonder, mixed with lust and fright. Ben couldn’t decide whether to cheer or cry as he recognized the same look in the hazel eyes of the auburn haired man he’d known since child hood. The two were drawn together by some force out onto the dance floor as if by will alone the bodies separated making way for the two. ‘Complete opposites’ was the phrase that ran through Ben’s mind as he watched them, one light and fair pure, the other dark and full of barely tamed rage. Left on their own they were unique and beautiful, together as they were now they were something above that, magnificent as the moonlight shining in all its glory. ~*~ Never in his eighteen years on earth had felt such raw power come from one person. The man, who now held him so close that he could feel his heartbeat join with his, was beyond words. Amazingly deep hazel eyes that seemed to pierce his very soul had captured him from the moment he had heard his voice, and had turned to view the source. Beautiful chestnut locks strewn as if he’d just rolled out of bed, a slight bronze tone to skin that felt hot to the touch. Strawberry tinted lips that he was dying to taste. All this in this man whose arms surrounded him, this god that made his own skin flush as finger’s skimmed under his silver tee. Seemingly dancing over each and every vertebra searing his insides. They slide further down a slight grasping his rear and hauling his tightly against bare skin. A sharp gasp escaped his mouth as he felt the older man’s obvious erection against his own. A slight tilt of his head gave the older man access to his slender neck where lips stung his already fevered skin. Strong thighs slid between his already trembling legs their bodies grinding moving to a different beat from everyone else. The haze in his mind seem to thicken while everything around him just disappears and the only thing that matters is this being trying to meld with him. A small lick and nibble to that sweet spot on his neck combined with the rocking of the other’s hips has him biting down on his lip to keep from crying out. Pleasure beyond his understanding made his blood race. A sharp pinch to his nipple had his eyes flying open. Gazing into those piercing eyes he saw the flecks of brown and gold shine in the hazel. For a split second the gold coloring seemed to encompass his entire pupil, somewhere deep in his mind a voice screamed that this was wrong. It was drowned out when the man dipped his head, his tongue making a hot trail down his now bare chest. Where the hell had his tee gone? And when did his jeans come undone? Another sharp nip to his chest gained his attention as he watched the man take in his left nipple, forced himself to breath when his glazed eyes locked unto the gold ones peering up at him. The blonde reached down running his fingers through those chestnut locks pressing the older man closer, head thrown back as he felt another sharp nip this one harder than before. He couldn’t contain the whimper as a hand cupped his groin giving it a good squeeze. Taken. That’s what he wanted at this moment to be taken by this god of a man, right here, right now. To be split open and ravaged all night until he had nothing left inside. “Please…Brae” Suddenly he was jolted out of this blissful feeling by a low echoing growl. It was then that he remembered where he was. The music that had been dulled to a low throb before was now loud and clear as were the bodies surrounding him. A flash of gold, he shook his head to clear the fog in his mind. The man whom had captivated him now stood almost towering above him, eyes that had been filled with lust and hunger now pierced him with anger and… hate? “What?” he was confused as to what he had done to make this man so angry with him. So… no… what had he done? “I don’t under…” before he could finish his sentence the man grabbed him by his upper arm dragging him through the crowd. “What the hell are you doing?” he tried to ask as he tried to fight against the other. He was scared now and didn’t know how to calm the irrational man down. The night air stung his skin as he continued to fight every step of the way he was now dragging him across the street into the alley. “Please. Stop!” he could feel the bruise’s forming where the man’s grip tightened. He gasped as was thrown against the brick wall, breathing coming in short as hands slammed on either side of his now trapped body. “I… I’m sorry, please, I didn’t…” “Shut. Up.” The command came out in a low growl. The blond closed his eyes turning away from the glaring feral eyes. He felt everything around him vibrate, almost pulse as he felt the man breath him in. A nuzzle to his neck had him turning his gaze upwards to the dark sky. Lips pressed against his throat, tongue lapping softly at his Adams apple. Trailing further down his chest fallowing the familiar trail to his still open jeans, one lick to his abdomen then the growl came again. Looking down he realized the man was staring at something. The blonde reached down fully aware that his every move was being watched, and pushed open the left side of his jeans wary of the stranger who was now standing straight. His hand was pushed away as a tattoo was revealed. He jumped startled when the man frowned, there was that growl again and it didn’t seem like such a turn on now. “I-I-I’ve had it since I was b-b-born.” The blond finally spoke up as the older man traced the tattoo with his index finger. For a moment there he thought that he heard a slight whimper, didn't know if it had come from him or the other man. No. He chocked it up to the strangeness of tonight of everything that had happened before this moment. His stupid parents for abandoning him in the first place, his idiot cousin being so emotionally cruel. Somebody must’ve slipped him something because there was no way in hell that this man…this... “You’re never to come near here again, do I make my self clear.” Aside from the growling and that one slight slip up earlier he had never heard him talk. His voice was tight this time, demanding. Infusing authority. “I d-don’t understand… what did I do?” There was something about this stranger that he craved. It didn’t matter that he was afraid of him at the moment. Back there on the dance floor something had happened between them something had made them connect in ways he had never felt before and now… “Please just tell me what I…” “Don’t ever come back here!” his words had been loud and echoed out against the night causing the blonde to jump wincing as the bricks scraped against his back. Tear’s stung blue eyes were wide as the anger radiated off the man. He flinched as fingers reached out, cupping his chin forcing him to face the older man. “Justin.” He didn’t even question how the man knew his name. All he wanted to do now was go home forget that he had ever come down here, attempt to forget about this man who’d in one night had made him feel like everything and nothing at the same time. “Justin.” Tried to ignore the mouth that pressed close to his because it would only bring more pain. “You can’t come back here, ever.” Justin opened his eyes tear’s spilling down as the man handed him his black leather jacket. It was then that he felt the cold in the air. By now he was so beyond confused that he couldn’t think straight. The jacket gave him warmth from the chill that had come from the harsh commands, a chill that gave his heart a terrible confusing ache. Why was he feeling this way? Lips brushed softly against his own, what began as a gentle kiss turned into something deeper, hotter than he could ever imagine. Hands gripped his hips tightly underneath the jacket, slid down to his ass, pushing him up. Justin wrapped his legs around the man’s waist. He was being sucked into a void of emotions that he couldn’t decipher if he had the universal code right there with him. When oxygen became needed the kiss was broken, Justin wanted to scream at the burn that filled him. Almost as if it were trying to cancel out the cold… He buried his fingers into the chestnut locks desperately pressing the hot mouth to his neck. Moans building up deep in his throat escaped one by one. The light of the moon shone down on the two men entwined, rutting against each other like animals. Justin threw his head back as he tightened his legs thrusting against his man. The blue of his eyes seem to have shrunk until they were small blue rings surrounding dark irises. None of them aware of the eyes that watched them… ~*~ Ben had been worried when he saw the change in Brian's demeanor when he began dragging the young blonde out of the club. He could smell the fear, confusion and anger simultaneously radiating off both guys as they disappeared. A calm washed over him slowing his racing heart, he made his way down catwalk down onto the main floor. Considering all that had happened he was the picture of suave, fallowing his instincts he made his way out of the club and into the cool night. He pulled his jacket tighter around his muscular frame and glanced around at the lingering men scattered here and there. He couldn’t sense Brian anywhere. It was really disconcerting. 200 years of protecting his childhood friend down the fucking drain with one slip up. "Great going Ben." He mutters under his breath. "Yes great going Ben." Ben whirled around in a defensive stance. “How are you going to fuck up next?” The voice came from the shadows.