Yo!

The exams are nearing, I had a test today and I'm two steps away from mental breakdown. This is me dealing with stress. Hopefully it turned out ok-ish.

Rating: T+/M.

Song of the drabble: Fire Meet Gasoline by Sia

He should have just gone to the closest graveyard and started digging his own grave – at least that wouldn't have been a wasted time. He wouldn't last much longer so he could just as well spare his brothers the trouble and at least dig a big enough hole to bury himself in. Ace stared at his drink – an alcohol free version of a mojito, and sighed, propping his head up with his hands. There was no one stupid enough to sleep with a starving incubus in this bar and Ace's survival now depended on whether or not he could find another incubus (or succubus, he was past being picky) who felt charitable enough to share their energy. Only a succubus or incubus would be able to control how much energy he took from them – Ace was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to stop if he started to feed on someone.

"This one's on me," the bartender put another drink in front of him with a sympathetic look on his face.

"Thanks... Though I would love to get drunk right now..." Ace sighed, accepting the drink.

"I would love nothing more than to pour you an actual drink but, you know..." The bartender smiled guiltily.

Ace snorted, taking a swig from his drink – if the bartender actually knowingly served him alcohol, the poor man would have been sentenced to at least fifteen years in prison. All incubi and succubi shared a similar trait – they all had a severe allergy to alcohol. Even a small amount would send them to the hospital with anaphylaxis. If he didn't find anyone kind enough to share their energy with him in the next two weeks, this was the way Ace was planning to go. He would not allow himself to go feral and kill anyone.

"Why is someone like you sitting here all alone?" The deep baritone of the speaker sent shivers down Ace's spine.

Ace took a quiet breath and a sip from his drink to calm himself down before he turned to face the man. The man could have been anywhere between late twenties to early forties, his half-lidded eyes looked at Ace with interest. He had wheat-blond hair cut in peculiar fashion, high-arched eyebrows and a wide mouth with a slight smirk. His body filled out his clothes well, but still allowed enough for imagination and boy did Ace's imagination go wild, quickly putting himself on top and under the man, or bent over this bar – it didn't really matter anymore...

Ace lifted his face to make sure that the blond saw his eyes that were the colour of dark blood, showing how far gone he was.

"Well?" The blond continued as if he wasn't talking to a starving incubus. "Or am I not your type?"

"Do you have a death wish?" Ace asked since he could clearly sense that, despite his looks, the man wasn't an incubus.

"What's that?" The man said with a smirk, moving closer to him. "Never heard of it."

"I don't know what you find so amusing..." Ace started, his thoughts getting more muddled the closer the man was to him. He needed to explain the danger to the blond before Ace lost control but the man moved fast, pressing his body to Ace's and kissing him.

Ace's mind went blank. Nothing else mattered, just those lips and body pressed against him... He never felt anything like that before – it was like making out with a nuclear reactor. The sheer amount of energy that the man was forcing into him through the kiss made Ace light-headed.

"Hey, man, are you crazy?!" The bartender interrupted their kiss by pulling the blond away from Ace.

Ace possibly finally understood what being drunk felt like. His body felt like he was both on fire and freezing at the same time, he couldn't think straight, his breathing coming out in rugged pants and his eyes couldn't focus on anything except for the blond in front of him.

"Not crazy." The man took out his wallet from his pocket; his eyes locked on Ace. The blond pulled out his id card from his wallet and showed it to bartender. Whatever was on that id made the bartender take a step back, his eyes flicking between Ace and the blond. "I'm going to need you to be a witness to the fact that he willingly went with me," the man told the bartender, pulling out a folded paper from the wallet.

"I guess... I mean if it's you... I guess it's fine then?" The bartender said with uncertainty, taking out a pen from his chest pocket.

The blond quickly signed the paper after the bartender and held it up in front of Ace's face. The paper turned out to be the standardized consent form for all species that could somehow harm another during sex. One of the parties signature spaces was filled out by the blond's signature and the witness space was taken up by the bartender's signature. There was only one empty space left.

"Now, the only thing standing between me and you is this small piece of paper," the blond waved it teasingly in front of Ace's face as if all of his attention wasn't already focused on that empty signature space. "What's it gonna be?"

Well, that was it XD

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~Rhe.