A/N: Just a fun little standalone spin-off that takes place in the same universe as Michael & I (and you don't have to read Michael & I to enjoy this one :)
ALSO: this is a M/M story so if you're not into that just a warning...
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Aaron was late.
The guys at the office had decided to go to a club to unwind but no one had bothered to give him the name of the place. It was all that asshole's fault.
What was his name? Michael?
He'd been getting lavished with all of the attention the past couple of months rising through the ranks with godlike precision. Promotion after promotion had left Aaron humiliated in some newbie's dust. And now he just decides he wants to go and get piss drunk with all of Aaron's friends with no one bothering to tell him jack shit.
He'd been working, no, dedicating his life to the company for nearly five years and this was what it got him. Feeling lonely and pissed off. It was Aaron's own aggravation that had him staying at the office late, brooding over some paperwork that he easily could have done the next day or the day after.
He stared at his phone laying screen down on his desk hating himself for wanting it to ring. Or hell even a text. Just some acknowledgment that his 'friends' remembered that he existed.
Why should he care about a bunch of guys who just wanted to line up and kiss the ass of the blonde pretty boy?
It was those feelings of bitterness and resentment that made Aaron go in search of his own fun. Screw them if that was all they thought of him. He didn't even bother to go home and change; just slipped his tie into his pocket and unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt.
It was Vegas so there was no issue of him finding a club but he wanted a thrill so he asked around until he found out about a place that sounded ideal. It didn't have a name or a sign out front showing that it even existed and you needed either a recommendation or a password to get in.
It sounded dangerous. It was perfect.
Once he'd found it, down in an alleyway tucked between two buildings, there was a single garage door and a bored looking guy having a smoke who could have been mistaken for being homeless at first glance. He was dirty and wore many tattered layers of clothing.
His eyes were unusually sharp, however, and they stayed fixed on Aaron as he approached giving away that he wasn't what he appeared.
Aaron cleared his throat, "Lucifer."
"Eh?" the man snorted, exhaling smoke through his nose.
"The..The password..to get in." Aaron faltered, his heart fluttering with anxiety.
"Oh, I heard ya. How the hell did you hear it, four-eyes?" The bouncer took in Aaron's appearance with a scornful huff. "Well, whatever. The boss is always looking for new meat. Get your ass inside before somebody sees."
Aaron felt a chill go up his spine at the bouncer's odd choice of words and self-doubt ate at him. A strong hand in the middle of his back pushed him so hard he half-tripped going through the roll up door and before he could back out it was slammed shut behind him deciding his fate.
There was no one around the entryway but he could hear voices somewhere ahead. There was plastic covering the entryway that separated the hall from the entryway to the dance floor not unlike that which you might see inside a freezer.
"...I think you're freaky and I like you a lot.."
The song was one he'd never heard before sang by someone that sounded a bit like she'd been sucking on helium played over a heavy techno beat. The entire area was decorated in the style of a mix between a bdsm dungeon and a meat locker.
Chains and assorted hooks hung from the ceiling while multi-colored lasers flashed and reflected on the shiny metal surfaces in time with the music. Bodies swayed and pressed together, some dancing, some practically fucking right out the middle of the room.
Aaron started to feel sick from the sensory overload and rubbed at his eyes underneath his glasses. No, he couldn't give up now. He forced his way through the crowd until he found the bar taking a seat beside a couple sharing a stool.
The girl was in the guy's lap with his hands under her shirt mashing away at her breasts while they kissed in a spectacularly sloppy fashion. Aaron blushed despite himself. He was loathe to admit his lack of experience with dating and the opposite sex. He'd married his work at a young age and hadn't made time for anything else.
When he turned back around the bartender was watching him with a knowing smirk.
"A beer," Aaron snapped.
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The night went on and 'a beer' turned into too many for him to keep track. He was so caught up in trying to force himself to relax that he'd gotten more drunk than he'd planned.
He absently watched the crowd with blurred focus, his glasses had ended up tangled back into his messy, brown hair at some point. A flash of white caught his attention through the haze of alcohol and he somehow got his glasses back down onto his nose.
A man stood leaning back against the wall with a bored expression . His appearance was striking and Aaron found himself totally transfixed. He couldn't have been any older than his early thirties and yet his hair was the color of salt. It cascaded in waves down to his lower back.
Must be goth, Aaron thought blearily.
As though he could feel Aaron's staring he locked eyes with him, cocking his head slightly to the side. And still Aaron couldn't look away. The man smiled and time seemed to stop for a moment because..
..it looked like he had the teeth of a shark.
Aaron jolted to his feet spilling what was left of his drink all over his lap.
"Shit!" He had made a mess of himself. When Aaron turned to see if the white-haired man was still watching he saw that he was gone.
He had to find a bathroom, not only because of the stain covering his crotch but because he suddenly had to piss really badly.
Aaron had a moment of good luck when he discovered that the men's room was completely empty and locked the door ensuring his privacy. He did another quick sweep of the stalls just to make sure no weirdos were hiding in the bathroom before removing his pants and laying them on the sink.
He picked a stall at random and relieved himself, a little surprised at his accuracy given how drunk he was. He was reaching for the handle of the toilet when he heard it.
A footstep.
He froze in place, sure that he must have misheard but he heard it again, closer. The soft scuff of someone's shoe on the floor just outside his stall.
Had he only imagined locking the door? No way. He wasn't that unaware. When he'd spilled his drink on himself he had came back to his senses a little.. hadn't he? His hand trembled as he reached for the stall door, pulling it open quickly to find..
..no one.
"What the fuck?" Aaron murmured out loud, perplexed.
The door was locked, his pants were still lying on the sink, and he was alone. No. No he wasn't. The hairs on his nape prickled. Aaron couldn't explain it but he knew there was someone else in the room.
"I haven't seen you in here before."
Startled, Aaron turned too fast in the direction of the speaker and ended up sprawled on his ass. The man with white hair was sitting on the edge of the sink, ankles crossed, head cocked to one side.
He caught a glimpse of pointed teeth behind the man's thin lips and felt himself shudder.
"Are you lost? Did you come from below?"
