The creatures Lazaro had taken to calling vampires didn't like to leave loose ends. This one had gotten sloppy for a reason but would still want to take care of his most likely foil to protect itself.
When it came to the esoteric arts, Lazaro was more of a performer than an investigator but he could be a spy if the job called for it. He had learned to be *many* things if necessary.
Trailing Officer Joe Barnes wasn't easy but the creature he was hunting only operated between dusk and dawn and there were only so many times the detective would be out alone at these times.
Lazaro wore a casual plaid suit to look less threatening. If an overeager citizen stared too long at the "suspicious black individual", Lazaro lit one of the Cognizance matches, but he was running low and the last thing he needed was to get the police called on him while he stalked one of theirs.
Though it wasn't like he had to stay close by to Barnes to trail him.
The black hunk checked his compass. An ornate thing with a fracture running through the glass and a lack of marks on the display. A strand of Barnes' gray hair was tied into the loop on top.
The needle stopped moving. Barnes had walked off the main road, undoubtedly to investigate the melancholic sound of a recorder, and had come to a halt out of sight.
Lazaro went the other way to meet his target from behind.
Five minutes later, he arrived in a narrow alley with raw brick walls rising to either side, shielded from the main road by a chain-link fence hanged with adverts. There he saw the detective standing fully nude with legs far apart and a cloaked men kneeling before him bobbing lightly.
The officer's expression was one of uncontrolled bliss.
With the vampire still unaware of his presence, Lazaro decided to wait. Having the officer mindwiped was just as useful to him as to the creature of the night.
Only ten minutes later, the succubus had fed and moved on to play with his willing victim. He used the officer's own handcuffs to tie Barnes' wrists behind his back. The policeman was still achingly erect.
After a bit of inaudible begging, the cloaked men stood behind the officer and brushed his coat aside. One thrust and he was in.
Joe Barnes' eyes crossed and he bit his lower lip. His whole body trembled as he kept steady by flexing every muscle he had.
In case of a fight, Lazaro discarded the inconvenient suit and stepped into the cone of the alley's only streetlight in only a tight tee and gym shorts.
He was instantly noticed by the being that lived off of desires and yearnings.
The eastern European man in dark clothes, skin pale as the moon, closed his mouth to cover his fangs. Then he recognized the investigator.
"Vagabond!"
For a moment, the hunk was speechless. He was well known in some circles but to be recognized on sight... "You know me?"
"P-please," Barnes begged. "Please suck my dick. I'll do anything. Can I suck yours? You want money, right? My code for the ATM-"
"Shut up," the vampire said, slowly thrusting into the officer. He narrowed his eyes at the muscled man in the light. "Your reputation precedes you, eternal one. I heard you were in the area. Didn't think you would take interest in a simple roamer like me."
Lazaro spread his arms to show he carried no weapons -- at least none a succubus could detect. "You got so sloppy it wouldn't have taken too long for someone to notice. Before you say or do anything, I'm *only* here for your recorder."
The vampire frowned.
"I know, I know," Lazaro said. "It made luring victims easier than ever, but I'm sure your natural charisma is still as up to the task as ever."
"F-fuck," Joe Barnes said, now looking up and meeting Lazaro's eyes for the first time. "Oh shit, wow, this is... real. This..." He twisted to look at the vampire fucking him. "It's all real. I'm gonna get those convictions overturned and... Y-you're under arrest. Stop right n-"
The vampire covered Barnes' mouth with one hand and reached around with the other to graze the officer's pulsing erection.
The detective groaned with eyes rolled into his head. He was back to begging for more.
"See?" Lazaro asked. "For a second there you even lost control. You're getting way too greedy. Playtime is over."
"Or what," the vampire said, breathing hard between thrusts.
"I think you know 'what'. Covens don't like roamers camping in their territory. The North Pacific one is no exception."
The creature of the night deflated, no longer humping, which made Barnes whimper with unfulfilled lust.
The vampire reached into his cloak and Lazaro tensed, but the pale man only produced a wooden recorder and tossed it at the investigator.
"I wasn't trying to camp, you know? The instrument wanted me to be here."
Lazaro held it up to the light, making sure it was the real one as best as his limited knowledge let him.
"Where did you get it?"
The vampire shrugged one shoulder, the other hand now pulling a riding crop from the cloak to swing down on the groaning policeman's back. "Can't say."
"How can it *want* you here? How did you even know what to play?"
"It came to me in a dream."
"Hm," Lazaro made and tugged the instrument into his shorts.
"And now?" the vampire asked.
"Nothing," Lazaro said. "I was paid to retrieve the artefact. We two have no more business." He looked at the lust-crazed Joe Barnes. "But make it tidy. This has to be the city's last public nudity incident for a long while."
The vampire raised two fingers in a promise gesture. "He won't remember a thing. This I swear, lone wanderer. Except of course, how good it felt."
The creature bared its fangs in a grin and Lazaro turned his back to the fucking couple. He walked with a steady but fast pace into the darkness of barely illuminated side streets -- before he could be tempted to ask the vampire if he was still hungry. Lazaro's dick strained in his pants as he hurried back into his suit.
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Somebody had looked out for him in his financial predicament and offered a free room just an hour from the city. Now Leo didn't have to ask his dad for more money despite the hefty fine and could sort out the ridiculous misunderstanding in peace.
He didn't know who his benefactor was but he gladly took the white room at Raven's - a symphony of bright damask tapestry, creamy curtains and light marble accents. All with a complimentary massage from that crazy hot Jasper bloke.
Wait what?
Leo Hall shook his head. He hadn't just called a guy hot in his mind, right?
The young business associate drove his fingers through his blond fringe. His dire financial situation had prevented serious 'Retail Therapy' but he had allowed himself a refreshed bowl cut.