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Michael had never been so instantly captivated by someone. He had thought he was down bad when he followed the beautiful girl’s invitation to the show with no questions asked, but this was a whole different level.
The lead singer had appeared onstage in an instant, haloed by the red stage lights and fringe swirling around his torso as he growled out the first words to the song. Michael’s eyes were glued to him as the singer commanded the stage with his electric energy, demanding the eyes of everyone in the crowded pit.
But his eyes weren’t glued to the singer just because of his energy, oh no.
It was the outfit he was wearing.
The tank top left almost nothing to the imagination between the absurdly low cut neckline and the fringe, which gave Michael a glance at the singer’s abs every time he would move and gesture. Which was a lot. And of course the tank top was strapped onto his chest by none other than an actual leather harness, emphasizing his pecs with the sheer tightness of the straps and the way it seemed to glow in the light of the stage.
And don’t even get him started on the absolutely sinful leather pants, which did in fact leave nothing to the imagination.
Michael had died. That was the only explanation for what he was seeing in front of him.
And then the singer seemed to look right at him, his gaze searing into Michael’s as a smirk crossed his face and he beckoned him closer with a gesture of his fingers.
I have to have you, he sang.
Oh I’m fucked, Michael thought.
-
“I’m David,” a voice drawled in the darkness under the pier. “Didn’t catch your name though.”
“I’m Michael,” he breathed out.
-
Michael arrived at the band’s next show thinking he’d be more prepared for the sheer presence that was David onstage. After all, how much crazier could it be after the world shattering experience of the first time?
He was not prepared.
If he thought the singer’s last outfit was over the top, it didn’t hold a candle to what he walked onstage in this time.
David once again had his muscular arms on full display, but instead of a chopped up t-shirt his torso was adorned with the most decorated vest Michael had ever laid eyes on. It was sheer, embroidered with beads and sequins in the shape of stars, and it refracted flashes of light and spots of rainbow into Michael’s vision.
Michael was enthralled, the vest catching the light and every ounce of his attention as David rolled his body to the music. Not to mention the flashes of something black and strappy that Michael caught past the bling of David’s vest, but if he thought too hard about that he may combust on the spot.
David’s usual skintight leather pants were once again present, though Michael was pretty sure he didn’t own any other type of pants. Not that Michael had a particular desire to see him in anything else. They sat low on his hips, the dips at his hipbones and trail of hair under his navel on display for the crowded room to see with every roll of his hips.
For Michael to see.
Michael missed the entire first verse David sang, as he was entirely focused on the movement of David’s body in his outfit of choice for the night. Through the crowd David’s eyeliner-darkened eyes caught Michael’s stare, and the singer sent a wink and a wicked grin his way.
Fucking hell, Michael thought.
-
“Come with us Michael,” his voice says as he extends a hand in the dim light of the elevator shaft.
Michael doesn’t hesitate.
-
It felt weird to see David so covered up onstage for once.
He had appeared onstage in a long velvet frock coat, which punctuated his wrists with feathers and a set of studded cuffs and swirled around his calves as he commanded the stage. It was buttoned up to just below his collar bone, which made it feel like the little skin that was visible was scandalous - despite the previous levels of skin he had already seen from David onstage.
Even though it was a far cry from his usual outfit, Michael still appreciated it greatly. It somehow made David look quite regal, while still maintaining his punk rock “I could kill you” energy.
Well, Michael supposed it wasn’t just an energy. David had killed people before.
As usual, David’s eyes seemed drawn to Michael’s stare within the crowd. And as soon as he caught his eyes, Michael knew something was different tonight. The smirk appeared, daring Michael to continue watching him, to drink in his performance. As if Michael would ever turn his eyes away.
And Michael suddenly found that he couldn’t even if he wanted to.
With his movements slow and emphasized, David popped open the first button on his coat. Then the second. Then the whole row down the front. He never broke his eye contact with Michael, running his hands along the inside of his coat and ghosting them over his abs and chest.
Michael could only stare as David slowly let the velvet coat fall from his shoulders. An expanse of pale skin was revealed, toned pecs and abs shamelessly on display in front of the screaming crowd. Michael nearly choked at the swirls of some sort of glitter catching the light across David’s chest, and then actually choked when he caught the telltale glint of piercings through both of David’s nipples. Of course he would have his nipples pierced, that bastard.
As the coat continued to fall, Michael had to remind himself to breathe at the sight. The shiniest patent leather Michael had ever seen was practically painted onto the singer’s lower half, slung even lower than his usual ridiculously low pants. His tall boots were studded almost as if they were armor, and god what Michael would give to be crushed beneath them.
Michael felt himself practically drooling, having to close his mouth before he let out any untoward noises at what David’s reveal was doing to him. Michael attempted to subtly adjust himself in his pants, suddenly finding them too tight, but there was no escaping David’s gaze on him.
Gotcha, Michael heard projected inside his head.
Asshole, he replied.
-
“All you have to do now is take that last step,” a wrist was pushed in his direction. “Then you’ll be free. From your past, from all of it, forever.”
“Forever?”
“Forever.”
He took hold of both the wrist and that promise, and let himself fall.
-
David supposed he did deserve this. He had brought Michael into their group after all, and he was almost certain the other boys had a hand in what he was seeing.
The singer had been doing some final checks backstage when he had come across Michael, who was loading up some amps and gear. His arms were on full display, muscles flexing regardless of his now inhuman strength. And as much as David did appreciate the sight, that wasn’t what was unusual about the situation.
It was the sheer mesh crop top that artfully displayed Michael’s abs and leather pants that laced up the sides of his legs that stopped David in his tracks, knocking the breath out of his undead lungs. And was that David’s own studded chocker around his neck?
David felt an involuntary growl start deep in his chest and when he blinked he found himself now crowded against Michael’s back, his clawed fingers digging into the other boys hips.
“Hey there boss,” Michael gasped at the small pricks of pain along his hipbones, turning his head to give David a small smirk over his shoulder. “Need something?”
Now he was positive his boys had done this on purpose.
“What I need,” David growled out, grinding his hips against Michael’s ass, “is to know whose idea this outfit was so I can thank them.”
Michael groaned, feeling just how much his updated wardrobe was affecting the singer. He turned in David’s grasp to press their chests flush together, his hand snaking down David’s chest to grasp his hardness through the layers of David’s clothes.
“Well when you find them,” Michael spoke against David’s ear, hand rubbing a few firm strokes against David before pulling away.
“You can tell them I learned from the best.”