Lazarus had a shit-eating grin on his face as Montégo arched his back, biting his lip in an attempt to not let any other party guests know what was going on. A handjob under the table, although welcome, was not on the list of Montégo's expectations tonight. Lazarus, however, knew it was typical for him to touch someone in a sexual way at most parties. It's almost like incubi are good at seducing people!103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxthJzAPZb9
Raven soon walked in and Montégo immediately sat up and smacked Lazarus's hand away, earning a pout.
"Dejen did a good job with the snacks, right?" She smiled at Montégo and quickly turned to Lazarus and gave him a smirk.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIJBmo42lBi
Lazarus smirked back when Montégo was looking down to zip his pants.
"Yeah, Montégo loves the cupcakes," Lazarus glanced at him, "You can see, there's still some frosting on his lips!" He pinched Montégo's cheek.
"Laz-" Montégo groaned, licking his lips.
"I'm gonna go downstairs. You lovebirds wanna come with?" Raven asked, grabbing a napkin and using it to pick up a medium soft pretzel and soon taking a big bite.
"What do you think, Montégo?" Laz turned to him and gave him a hopeful smile. He loved showing off his basement, it almost resembled a club with the blacklights bringing out the neon colors and being an interesting sensory experience.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKEjUVZv6S2
Montégo nodded and patted his pants down and Lazarus stood up, making sure Montégo could stand behind him so everyone didn't see his boner.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡegevZN7QZF
As expected, he did walk behind Lazarus, a heavy blush still covering his face.
Montégo was distracted looking around at all the lights and outfits around him to notice Lazarus pacing between guests and drinking more. He took shots of vodka and chugged cups of beer. Usually, Lazarus wouldn't drink much other than wine but he couldn't help being stressed; he was crushing on someone he just met when everyone knows he doesn't have the time for crushes.
Eventually Montégo focused and realized Lazarus was no longer with him.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQwUt6Cf4Fm
"Shit!" He shouted, getting a few people's attention and bringing his volume down, "Where is he?" He looked around to see Raven wasn't with him anymore either. He ran across the room thinking maybe they were near the door to the next room.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ36edewt1lj
He got the attention of a small group of guests by the door, "Hey!" He spoke loudly, "Have you seen the host? Lazarus?"103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYPq4XkeH1V
Most of them shrugged in response and one of them shouted "You might wanna stop looking, he's probably fucking someone by now!"
Montégo rolled his eyes and scoffed, anger building up inside, "Gee, thanks!" He shook his head and walked into the next room, which seemed to be a more intimate place for small groups of people hanging out. It was much more peaceful and quiet than the last room
He walked over to the couch and sat beside someone he didn't know, contemplating the idea of stopping his search. He felt betrayed and jealous. Even though they barely knew each other, Montégo thought they had something special, and had no idea what Lazarus thought about their relationship. He wanted his relationship with Lazarus to be more than a fling.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJqJJ0IkD6k
He was pissed for a few moments. How could Lazarus just go on to fuck someone else so soon? It didn't seem moral, and Lazarus definitely gave the impression of someone who had morals.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7oniao492b
Then he realized, it wasn't Lazarus telling him he was having sex with someone else. It was a stranger making an assumption. He stood up and, upon realizing there were no more rooms in the basement, swiftly left. Walking through the basement and up the stairs while barely containing his anger.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh4ECKYNTAf
Once he got upstairs he saw Dejen and quickly approached him, "Dejen! Have you seen Laz? He was in the basement with me and then just disappeared."
"Oh, yeah, he was hammered. Try and check out this story, no way he made it up two flights of stairs in that state." Dejen smiled and Montégo nodded quickly, then rushed off to the hallway. When he opened the first door there was a young man with wide yellow eyes sitting on a couch surrounded by what seemed to be cat toys and furniture. There was no cat to be seen.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVEFpLtAxyd
The next door was locked.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjpvDWySbMM
Montégo soon approached the last door on the right and slowly opened it, seeing Lazarus dancing with somebody in a room that seemed neglected decor-wise, compared to the other rooms.
They seemed to be doing the waltz, but he couldn't be sure with Lazarus's nearly complete lack of control over his body.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9jJGYTUeNH
"Laz-?" Montégo whisper-yelled, not being heard. Soon he saw Lazarus dip the person he was dancing with and bury his face into their neck, as if he was kissing it. A really long kiss.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQCDJkHIEKD
The person he was dancing with grew pale and limp, making Montégo grimace and want to look away.
Lazarus glanced up as he sucked on his dancing partner's neck, trying his best to drain them a lot with the minimal damage his bite did in his drunken state. He tossed his partner on the bed and quickly wiped his face when he noticed Montégo.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiN9RjaklgP
"Montégo!" He shouted and Montégo soon ran off with teary eyes. For a moment, Lazarus contemplated forgetting about Montégo and just being awkward with his neighbor, but was soon struck with a realization that made his stomach drop. He never felt so connected to someone so soon in a long time. In 123 years of living, only one other person caught his eye like Montégo managed to.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDmZKs95EJM
Without thinking anymore, he ran after Montégo. Despite having little control over his legs, Lazarus made it to the front door, where he struggled with the doorknob.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRKffazq0PY
Someone ended up opening it from the other side and bumped into him, but he managed to slip out through their apologies and run to Montégo's front door, where Montégo was struggling with his key and wiping away the tears that blurred his vision.
"Montégo, I can explain!" Lazarus spoke softly, approaching Montégo from behind, "I've been really-"
"I know we haven't done more than eat and...fuck, but I don't appreciate you just turning around and hooking up with someone else. Especially without telling me."
"No, you don't understand!"
"What don't I understand? What do you need from me to be satisfied, Laz? Or, what, were you just using me?" Montégo shook his head.
"Look, you're being illogical. I've been giving so much more sexual attention than receiving, how would I be using you? I wasn't even hooking up with them-"
"Then what were you doing kissing their neck?" Montégo faced Lazarus, barely holding back a shout.
"I wasn't kissing their neck!" Lazarus ran a hand through his hair, gripping his head, "I was biting it."
"What's the difference?"
"Montégo. I know you're a werewolf."
"That's insane.." Montégo muttered and stepped away, only assuming the worst
"No, it's a fact. I can smell it on you; I can taste it! Because...uh, well, I'm a vampire."
"...Why didn't you tell me before?" Montégo asked, his heart dropping as he slowly twisted his doorknob.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEQQqAdqsIo
Neither of them knew how to feel about their neighbor and fling being an enemy by birth, but they knew there was something important between them.
"...I honestly wasn't sure you were a werewolf until right now. I thought it was nuts. But, you know...can't tell a human I'm a vampire or there will be a mob coming my way. Couldn't risk it." Lazarus looked down as Montégo opened his door, "I understand if you don't want to see me anymore, but I really like you. I've never felt this way about someone so fast. I want you."
"...I feel the same. But I'm not supposed to be anywhere near you. Do you know how much this will disappoint my family?" Montégo stepped inside and turned his living room light on, "I can't date a vampire."
"Then let's not tell anybody. Or never make it official. I'm cool with you pretending I'm nothing to you." Lazarus squinted at the sudden light.
"I don't think you understand. We'll never work out. It's in our blood to hate each other. At the end of the day, no matter whose dick gets sucked, vampires and werewolves are enemies." Montégo looked down, almost feeling betrayed. Lazarus couldn't have just told him, so it makes sense, but why did the one person he immediately felt strongly about have to be a vampire?
"I mean, I'm not even a regular vampire, you know? I- I'm half incubus! That's barely vampire." Lazarus struggled to reason with Montégo, practically begging for a chance, "Please, Montégo."
Montégo sighed and stepped out of his doorway, "Come in, Laz. We'll figure it out later."
Lazarus nodded and let a wide smile take over his mouth, stepping inside Montégo's dimly lit living room.
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