bakerstreet | the bj meme

"I already told you I am not here to make friends." And yet, people kept trying to be his friend, or change his mind. He needed to start telling them about how he cut the throats of the last batch of friends he had, but that thought sent him down darker roads. As soon as the glass was filled, he drained it in one shot, setting it down a little too hard on the table. "Why would I want to... woo anyone?"

At the moment, he didn't really care that Damon doubted the existence of whatever equipment he had to offer.

"Why wouldn't you? Or does your kind not actually do anything for pleasure? I mean, I can't procreate, which is sort of the whole legitimate purpose of sex, but... I sure as hell enjoy the practice. Do buggy aliens not enjoy sex? Or do you just... lay eggs? Maybe you're actually a hermaphrodite? Whatever. There has to be something you actually like doing."

Guess whose glass is getting refilled?

Javik scoffed, and the drink was back up to his lips without him really even looking at it. "We always found it to be quaint when a species found they could have intercourse for pleasure, and not solely reproduction. Aliens can be so limited in what they experience, so... numb to one another. We were always a very connected people."

A few words slurred here and there, and he was starting to use his hands for emphasis. Alcohol appeared to have stripped him of the barrier he kept up between the two of them.

An interesting fact for the vampire to observe and one he might have to try to duplicate at another time. For now, he merely enjoyed the fact that not only was Javik drunk, but he was downright genial at the moment. Smiling, he sipped his own drink, watching as hands moved expansively while he chatted.

"Mm, and are you saying that you have more intimate ways of doing... whatever it is you do that primitives don't?"

"Of course it is more intimate." Javik looked positively insulted at the prospect that it wasn't. "Humans, turians - they all lack the sensory ability that allows us to read another on the deepest level. Genetics, memory --"

His lips peeled back in another long-toothed grin. "-- erogenous zones."

When you knew instantly what it would take to get your partner off, not a whole lot could go wrong.

"So you're telling me that genetic memory makes you better lovers? I'm disappointed. I thought it would be more... well, more. With the right attention to detail, humans, and vampires, can easily find the right places to get the party started. I thought you'd have better tricks."

"Clumsy and time consuming." Javik waved it off. Maybe to others it sounded like it took out the mystery and thrill of exploration, but not to him. Being born and raised in war, the culture he'd lived in had been robbed of such luxurious love-making. Quick and heated had its place in the universe. "And more how? What did you expect?"

"I don't know. Something... alien-y. Way more fun than just 'All the other buggys like it when I press here, so you will too'. Feels awfully... primitive."

Was that a dig? Totally a dig.

"At what point did I say we all felt exactly the same?" The look of absolute hate that passed over his face could have peeled paint from the walls. It was a successful dig. "You do not even know what biotics can do for intercourse."

"Oh, please, enlighten me." He gestured with his hand, drink barely staying in the glass as he smirked over at Javik. Ah, he did so love getting a reaction from him.

And a reaction was what he got - Javik's hand shot out faster and more precisely than it should have, grabbing Damon's collar and hauling him forward. Gripping both his shoulders, Javik pushed his face into Damon's neck, dragging his tongue up his jawline. That part might not have been entirely necessary, but the more senses he exposed to Damon, the easier it was to read him. The smell of blood always clung to him, and Javik's sensory pits practically burned at the proximity to alien skin.

Of all the things he expected from the prothean, that was the last on his list. Surprise flashed across his face, drink sloshing as his hands moved up. The tongue over his skin was... definitely not on the list of things he would have thought Javik would ever do. The look he gave him was a medley of 'what the fuck'? "You lick each other? That's how aliens mate? I almost feel sorry for you guys now."

Javik growled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. There were a number of ways he could shut the vampire up, so he started with the most obvious. If the lick was unexpected, the kiss was probably inconceivable, even if it was mostly teeth. One hand pressed at the back of Damon's neck, intending to push him closer, while the other went straight south.

He didn't go right for the obvious choice this time, though, hand curving down his back to the base of his spine. The smell and taste of the vampire filled his senses, flooding him with endorphins and hormones and adrenaline. Prolonged contact allowed him to read Damon like a map, and he wasn't going to give him the benefit of taking it slow.

Note to self: Drunk Javik was an unpredictable Javik. He hadn't quite decided whether he liked this version of the alien or not, though the hand moving lower was questionable -- until it found that place low on his back that sent a small thrill through him.

The hand with the drink moved away until he could set it down on the bar, the free hand moving to rest somewhere on the alien's shoulder, fingers tapping there as he felt lips that didn't feel like lips pressing against his own.

Javik's lips were wide, the texture rougher than what Damon was used to but familiar enough. When he didn't pull back, Javik's tongue swept over the vampire's lower lip. He ducked his head lower, long teeth stopping at his adam's apple and biting just shy of too hard. He dropped his hand to join the other, using the leverage to push them flush together. It wasn't entirely comfortable, considering the armor Javik always wore, but he didn't hear Damon complaining just yet.

Damon was a creature of indulgences. He was a hedonist, immersing himself in sensational excesses; too much blood, sex, drink... It didn't matter. He just liked to feel. And right now, he was feeling pretty good. He had more than just a buzz on and the hands at his back and rear were on a sensitive spot. The teeth at his neck, though not fangs and not piercing flesh, were enough to have his eyes closing and his body to start to stir itself awake. "Is this an alien thing? Give you a few drinks and you get all... friendly?"

Damn, he'd started talking again. His tone, at least, was just another indicator that Javik was winning, as Damon became more and more receptive to what he was doing. He went lower again, nudging past cloth to work his teeth and lips over his collarbone.

"Most species experience impaired inhibitions when consuming alcohol," he stopped long enough to respond. "And regret what they do later."

Later was a long ways off. Without pausing in what he was doing, he took quick stock of the room around them, spotting what he was looking for. Fingers kneading deeper into Damon's back, he pushed forward, steering him towards a couch.

It was the kneading that melted him a little. Touches were one thing, but he rarely had more than a skim of fingers or the brush of lips over him. The kneading went deeper, sending a pulse of pleasure through him that had his body reacting in kind, both in his docility and his physical reactions. He let Javik steer him back, his own fingers toying with what the prothean was wearing. Not quite as malleable as clothes. "Is that what this is? Well, so far, I think I like you impaired."

Javik simply hummed in response, deciding against dignifying that with an answer. He stopped when Damon was right in front of the furniture, hands moving to his hips to force him to sit down. For the moment, he remained standing, though there were a number of things threatening to bring him down. Thanks to the alcohol, looking down at Damon nearly gave him vertigo.

Fighting it off, Javik attempted to remove the upper portion of his armor, which was easier said than done after who-knew how many drinks.

Pushed down, Damon leaned back, sprawling over the couch and grinning up at Javik. It was the actual difficulty the alien seemed to be having with his own armor that had him chuckling. "Do you want a hand with that? I'm almost enjoying myself here and I'd hate for the party to end early because you fell and broke something."

Damon received another nonverbal answer in the form of a growl. Leaving his mouth unoccupied had undesirable results, so he was going to have to plan this out a little better. Maybe this would be easier if he weren't so drunk, but - there was a good chance he wouldn't be doing this sober.

After a few agonizing seconds, the armor came loose, and he let it drop to the floor. Javik didn't bother removing anything else, since that was the most awkward part of the equipment. Nudging it out of the way, Javik turned his attention back to Damon and promptly dropped to his knees in front of him. Normally he looked vaguely offended or insulted in Damon's presence, but at the moment he looked downright predatory.

Insulted. Damon would go with insulted most of the time, like he'd caught scent of something foul. But now? Well, there was something a little dangerous about an unknown element kneeling between his legs and looking at him like that. He might not be able to read the prothean as well as he could humans, but he had senses of his own to use and there was a different tilt to his head, a different set to his shoulders like he had a purpose. "Is your buggy language all grunts and growls? Because I don't speak that."

"A pity," Javik rumbled, hands sliding on the cushion alongside Damon's legs. He leaned forward, all four eyes hard on Damon's face, and made another one of those 'grunts and growls'.

This one Damon hadn't heard before, and it was distinctly alien. A grinding sort of buzz resonated deep in Javik's chest, moving up his throat as the pitch changed. It was a physical sound, and the vibrations traveled straight to Damon's groin. He'd positioned himself over the vampire like this for that exact reason.

Damon narrowed his eyes as Javik moved closer, wondering if the cute little intimacies would continue or if he'd decided he wanted to change it to something more lethal. Then that sound happened. At first he wasn't exactly sure what it was, or what exactly was happening. Then he felt the resonance in his body, the sound seeming to localize physically towards his crotch. He shifted a little, cock going from the waking stir of before to fully erect, quickly enough to almost be painful. He let out a sigh, licking his lips as he leveled Javik with a gaze. "Seems you've got some tricks up your sleeve after all. Color me curious. What else can you do?" His hand came up to trace along Javik's jaw, wondering if he could feel the pitch if he moved his hand lower.

The sound trailed off, and Javik hesitated when Damon's hand came close to his throat. Old reflexes welled up in him, and the urge to bat him away was nearly overpowering. He hadn't survived a war of extinction by being careless, even when he was intimate.

Common sense, and alcohol, eventually won, and he tipped his chin up briefly to give Damon more access. It was short lived, as his answer to Damon's question was to drop his head again, sinking his teeth into his inner thigh. One of his hands pulled up over Damon's hip, palming his cock though the fabric of his pants.

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