UNNECESSARY affection

Jullian had just finished popping the last of his knuckles when something bumped into his side, brushing his backside. Turning around with a glare sparkling dangerously in his eye, the Greek kept his mouth shut, in fear of bringing attention to him when it was completely unnecessary. His yellow eyes contrasted highly with the dark of his toned skin, the shaded rings beneath his eyes increasing the antithesis. When his sight focused on the image of a slender blond, he gave a gentle sigh and turned back toward the bar. "Actually, I was just leaving," he pursed his lips, retraining himself from looking at the brilliant smile revealed behind him. From what he had seen, this stranger was a pretty-boy, but he had gathered nothing else from this encounter.

That didn't mean that the man beside him was a pretty face and nothing more. In fact, Jullian highly doubted that was the case-- more often than not, pretty faces had more than one trait they hid behind their appearance, waiting for the right time to reveal their talents. He wondered about this man's forte, absent-minded for a moment before he heard the blond speak again. A drink? Jullian turned to look at the intruder and cocked his eyebrows, skeptical. He had a high tolerance of alcohol, but somehow he felt as if this was a trap-- it was something that came naturally to him as a gang leader. Don't let your guard down, number one. Curling the corner of his mouth into a smirk, Jullian set his left hand delicately against the bar, leaning against it with his opposing leg propped on the stool. "You wanna buy me a drink, eh?" The Greek prodded, watching for a reaction.

When it was apparent that he wasn't going to quite get the reaction he was suspicious of-- this guy was just smiling like a happy-go-lucky idiot-- Jullian snorted in disinterest, waving his right hand absently. "Yeah, yeah, why not?" He twisted his foot and hooked it in the bar of the stool, turning himself to set himself back up at the bar. He gestured to the empty stool next to him, flashing a minuscule smile to the blond in encouragement. "I'll have whatever you're having," He wasn't sure what it was, but something was dragging him down, making him stay here with this man. Maybe it was the allure of a free drink without any work to be done for it, or maybe it was something the Greek didn't understand just yet. He peered at the lines in the wooden bar, wondering to himself as the blond beside him took a seat.

Jullian tilted his head the tiniest bit when he heard Lavi coo about the interesting ongoings within Synister. I doubt you even know the half of it, he looked away, laying his left palm on the bar to stare at his fingers. The letter 'D' was tattooed on his thumb, with the rest of the word 'death' following one letter per finger against the base of his hand. It was an older tattoo, but he didn't necessarily regret it. Sometimes he wondered what he had been thinking, but that was usually the extent of his thoughts on it. Multiple other tattoos adorned his toned body, some hidden from the public view. It seemed as if more and more citizens were deciding to go this route.

Surprised at the enthusiasm the blond expressed once Jullian agreed, the Greek peered to his right with budding curiosity. He couldn't tell if this guy was serious or if he was just a flaming joke. His mind was not completely made up that this guy wasn't some kind of trap, either, and although he wasn't overly paranoid, he knew things like that happened all the time to gang leaders. Propping his arm up so he could lean on his tattooed hand, Jullian watched Lavi, his eyelids half closed. He didn't try to hide the fact that he was eying his companion up-- why should he? Nothing wrong with looking at what was flaunted in ones' face.

Still watching Lavi carefully, especially after his order was placed, Jullian refused to change his expression even after Lavi turned to face him. The chain between his lip and ear jingled softly-- what an odd piece of jewelry. Jullian had his own, both his ears pierced multiple times, but this was something he hadn't seen before. His yellow eyes seemed unwavering as he sat, his face propped up comfortably against his palm. The question didn't surprise Jullian, nor did it flatter him. As far as he was concerned, he could see right through this man's play talk. "Just relaxing after work. I'm sure you may know the feeling." Jullian, although snickering internally at the comment, ignored the flattery. It will get you no where in this atmosphere, Mr. Pretty Boy.

The criminal wasn't phased by the blond males taunt, his expression unwilling to change. To be fair, he tilted his head a bit more to the left to watch the other after hearing those words, but his posture didn't change by an inch after that. "Not always," he murmured, letting a smirk cross his toned facial features. "You'd have to catch me at a completely different time to see me any other way." He cooed the last words before focusing his attention on the bartender, several feet away. What was the drink that Lavi had ordered for them? Jullian wondered but found himself at a loss for a title, and soon lost interest in figuring it out. His companion wasn't losing interest in anything, any time soon, it appeared.

Reaching up with his free hand to slick back his jet black hair, ruffling it up, Jullian let a stiff sigh pass his pursed lips, nearly whistling as he did so. "I'd like to assume that's a matter of opinion, Mister... Blondie." Jullian narrowed his eyes, cupping his chin with the hand that had previously groomed his hair. It was a jab, if anything, at the fact that this male had some kind of underlying intentions, but he didn't have the manners to introduce himself. How rude. Jullian stroked the side of his jaw with his thumb as he stared at Lavi, the faintest of smirks playing upon his lips.

The bartender came back with two small drinks, on in each hand. Lavi claimed his first, then grabbed the other to slide it over within Jullian's stretch. Unfortunately for Lavi, he made the mistake of assuming that there was no personal space belonging to Jullian. The moment the blonde's fingertips touched his knee, Jullian's hand was around the curve of Lavi's feminine jaw, a firm but not too tight grip trapping his partner. "Do you like touching?" Jullian murmured, his tone low and dangerous. His eyes were set like a wolves' on its prey, and it seemed as if he never blinked. The dark rings beneath his eyes seemed lager than ever as he leaned forward just a bit to enhance his question.

When corrected, Jullian arched an eyebrow, rolling the name around in his head. Interesting name-- it fit the stranger, somehow. The way Lavi said his name also harmonized his name, the playful drawl that seemed to last forever. It was, ultimately, a unique but not favorable way to introduce oneself, especially after Jullian's jab. He didn't mind though-- people were strange at times, he could vouch for that himself. The air stilled for a moment as he chewed over his thoughts, and he paused. Ah, my name... he rumbled, taking less than a moment to think of a fitting one. "Sebastian," he purred in response.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the affection kind of purr; it was the kind uttered cornered cat ready to strike.

Jullian had a hard time warming up to people. Somehow, it was in his nature to be cold and distrusting, as helpful as that was within his territory of expertise. It made exchanges like these tense, and often times short. This man, Lavi, was turning out to be interesting. He felt his insides clench at the idea of priding around inside his head, learning to understand what made the pretty boy tick. Everyone "ticks" in different ways... and if Jullian could get a hold on the general understanding of it, he'd be set for predicting others' future actions.

What he was not expecting, though, was the light flight of Lavi's arm, his fingertips tracing over the Greek's dark skin lightly, flirting every moment of its travels. His body involuntarily tensed, his hand tightening its grip on Lavi's jaw, moving the bottom segment to the right a bit. "'Amongst other things', ehh? Want to give me a sneak peek, Pretty Boy? I'll be forever grateful." Jullian growled beneath the distant thump of the music, his smirk growing wide. "You even said so yourself, its more fun when you're with others."

Something about Lavi was strange, but Jullian didn't seem to register it at the time. He watched the blond carefully, the blood being forced away from the pressure of his fingers on Lavi's jaw. He couldn't be sure, but he swore that he felt the daring man lean into his palm, encouraging a more and more tight hold. A smirk touched the edge of his lips, his yellow eyes peering at any exposed skin. This man was like that, eh? Interesting-- he had seemed like the kind that hid secrets, and lo and behold, there was his secret.

Regardless of what the man was trying to accomplish tonight, that didn't deter Jullian from the worry that he might be a possible detective of some kind, investigating something when his watchful eyes had set on the Greek. Letting his smirk grow a bit wider, Jullian felt the edge of his incisor catch his bottom lip, his stoic features changing by minuscule amounts. Fwu-- Jullian pulled his hand away and turned back to the bar, replacing his hand upon the cold drink set in front of him. His yellow eyes watched the ice cubes bob and ricochet for a few long moments before he raised the glass, tilting the lip of the cup to his own.

Once he had finished sipping, Jullian set the glass down carefully, his eyes still trained on the same spot they were moments before. "What kind of game are you playing, Mr. Lavi?" Jullian growled, a low tone filled with curiosity but caution. "Are you assuming I swing that way? How rude," Swishing his glass, Jullian preoccupied his eyes with the ice cubes, now beginning to shrink. As much as the idea excited him, deep down inside, he knew it was a mistake to fall into feral desires.