Blinded by the neverending lights (tatcon x ds)

People were amusing, especially when you were no longer counted as part of their number. From an outsider's perspective you could really get a good glimpse of some places where mankind had become endlessly decadent, and surrounded in their own arrogance.
Tatcon loved it.
That was why he could always be found in a place like this, a party where the music was well over the threshold of human hearing, where twisting, sweating bodies melded and collided among the burning lights and smoke of the favourite disk jockey. He smirked as she passed close by a pair of women, both of the lost in their own drug induced reverie, which caused them to try and seduce him with moves of a sensual nature, but at the moment, he wasn't interested in these two. No, for the moment he would take his frame over to a chair, where he would put himself down comfortably, and watch.
Drawing a cigarette from an inner pocket of his coat, he would light it amid the blaring strobe lights, light blue eyes taking in the atmosphere that these people were creating, the drugs, the sex, the music, the dancing...you could almost taste it. And that was why Tatcon grinned, a satisfied, amused grin across his pierced lip.

She stood out in a crowd, of this he had become quite certain from the moment she passed in front of him. She might have noticed a pair of piercing blue eyes follow her as she passed in front of a seated individual, smoke slowly pouring from between his lips as if the world was moving in slow motion. Maybe she would feel his gaze as he watched her proceed onto the dance floor, and work on teasing a poor little boy who thought he might have a chance with a pretty little lady. Tatcon didn't get the impression that the young man would stand much of a hope, probably less so if she noticed himself, but that may just be sheer arrogance talking.
Smirk pulling a little more over lips, he brought his cigarette to his lips once more, and just watched. She was very much an embodiment of what he was observing in motion at this party, and maybe, just maybe, he'd have to take a chance and indulge.

Tatcon had to laugh a bit to himself when he knew the girl had seen his gaze, and decided to torture the poor little boy she had picked as her first victim. She had made it almost too easy.
The creaking of his jacket was lost in the din of the surroundings as he slowly got to his feet, and disappeared into the crowd before him. It would only be a few moments before he would appear again, standing in front of the girl with the closed eyes, lights hiding him mostly as a shadow, though his grin was almost palatable. With her eyes still closed he extended a tattooed finger towards her, tip running along her lips slowly, before moving to her jawline slowly, seductively.
The boy behind her was not impressed, bringing up his own hand to try and slap Tat's away.
"Fuck off dude, she came to me first."
"It's because you're weak little one, you couldn't dream of handling a fiery little creature such as this." He replied, and with that he gave a casual push to the boy's shoulder, which sent his disappearing into the wave of bodies behind. Pushing hand now shifted quickly, and landed on her behind, taking a hold and pulling her up against him.
"Care to dance?" He asked politely, though the fire in his eyes and mischeviousness in his grin might belittle the kind nature of his words.

"The name is Tory, and I'm just here because I find other people so amusing in settings like this." He replied, moving his hand from her behind upwards to sit on her lower back, a more advantageous position, which might be more comfortable for her, given his relative newness to her awareness. Looking into her eyes he couldn't help but love the way she bit her lip in minor nervousness.
"And what about you little girl, what's your name, and what are you doing here?" He asked, but it was in a quiet voice, as he had brought his head to sit next to hers so he could whisper this quietly in her ear. Now, most of the time Tatcon was no guilty of irrational behaviour, so it was with some amusement even to himself that after he had whispered to her, he had decided to nibble lightly on her earlobe, since he was so close already.

"Mischevious, devious and malicious, not normally traits I find negative, but I can see that you are not in your predicted element now." He said quietly, voice coming from his throat like black satin past his lips, "...I can smell the fear coming off your skin, and the way you tilt your head...hmm, no, you didn't predict to run into a creature that would take command of your situation and yet you're torn on what it really makes you feel." he continued, lightly brushing his lips past her neck before putting a small bit of distance between them, just enough so he could spin her around and press her back (and backside) against him, one hand gripping onto her hip firmly, the other pressing against her stomach to keep her against him. Lips returned to her ear once she was re-situated, and he continued, "Tell me, my little pixie pet, what are you going to do now, now that you've found yourself in the hands of a predator who has eliminated your predetermined plan?" He asked, before bringing lips to her neck properly, placing light, teasing kisses upon her skin.

"Of course you didn't think it would happen this way little one, you never planned on it." He answered quietly, only pausing his kisses to say that line before he gave her soft neck a gentle bite. "What do I want from you? First, I want you to relax, because at the end of the night, you'll still be alive and healthy." He started, fingers on her hip spreading a bit so pinky and ring finger would be brushing along her covered upper thigh, "and I want you to dance. Play your little game with me, and we can see how things look after that." He concluded, pushing lightly against her hip so her behind pressed into his crotch, just to tease, and or bug her.

"Compared to me, you are always a little girl, and I know more about you than you can imagine." He answered still so emotionally calm and quiet, but it was obvious that he was more than willing to play her game, and despite her best efforts, he had quite of a few years of experience in which he could beat her. "Deal my little plaything." He answered gently as the hand that was on her stomach shifted to her unoccupied hip, while his teeth took hold of the skin of her neck, and he started to suck on it gently as his hips pushed against hers in reply.

"I implore you girl, do your best."

He would give a small shiver to her nails on the back of his neck, which made his issue a small chuckle in reply to her strong words and attempt at presenting an impervious target. He could sense that she knew it was going to backfire, but there was no reason to not teach her a lesson on being so arrogant among unfamiliar crowds.
In reply to the nails in his neck his fingers dug into her hips firmly, causing her skirt to ride up just a little bit, a small trick he had planned as he slowly released her neck from his bite and instead kissed along her arms for as much as he could reach at the moment.

"I have no doubt you're the best, but can you best me?" He would whisper into her ear a moment before placing a soft peck on her jawline.

"Why not? It's part of my charm." He would say, replying to her final statement in a victorious kind of way, though he didn't make a scene of it, in fact, he just slowly turned her around so she was now facing him again, and looked into her eyes. "Arrogance is a sign of weakness little miss, it shows that you believe yourself to be invincible when really you armour is akin to paper mache. But now you made an agreement you have to honour, so give me a second while I think of what I want to do with you." He said with a mischevious grin upon his pierced lip, visible even in the bounding lights that were moving everywhere. He would ponder for a short moment, allowing her some time to absorb what he had just said.

Her leaving was not going to be an option, and when she went to leave, his hands moved at a rapid pace to grab her wrists, and pull her back so she was once again, right against him. "You're in the very precarious position of setting yourself up for a dangerous fall little girl, so either you smarten up, and listen to what I have to say, or I will make this week the worst experience of your entire existence." He said, quickly, firmly, and if she was looking into his eyes, she would be able to see that he was most certainly not kidding.

Slowly though, his face softened, and the grin returned to his lips. "Or conversely.." he started, releasing her wrists so his hands could reach around to her behind, sliding under the fabric of her skirt to grab the flesh directly and firmly, "..you can pay attention, learn many things, and have more fun then you ever have before. Ultimately the choice is yours, but I do suggest the second one." He added, and there was that mischevious fire in his eyes again.