It seemed in the two years since Blue had made his quick and jagged exit from Vincent the older male still hadn't learned a damned thing about treating others with even the tiniest sliver of respect. He demanded Blue's attention in a way that made the younger male's skin crawl and the hairs on his body stand on end. Vincent's fingers dug into Blue's arm a little too hard, causing Blue to wince as Vincent tugged him forward.<br/><br/>Vincent's hard stare was broken momentarily as small, unimposing Sig attempted to squeeze his way between the two. The harsh male shook the slight wolf's hand away when he tried to encourage Vincent to move along and guffawed loudly when Sig mentioned this someone Blue was with. "Is he now?" Vincent crooned, biting his lip as his eyes locked onto Blue again. "Well, I don't seen anyone else with him except you,<i>friend</i>. Look, you're a little tiny for me, but if you want in I won't say no. You're not exactly my type, but you're cute enough." Vincent shrugged carelessly, not caring about Sig's opinion or his methods for handling Blue. He clearly remembered the days when Blue had liked such behavior, shivering whenever his large fingers wrapped around the skinny boy's throat. It had been a long time since Vincent had fucked someone who was as fun and easy to physically manipulate as Blue, and the prospect of getting a piece of him again was too good to pass up.<br/><br/>Sig was trying to wiggle his way in between Blue's and Vincent's bodies, but the muscular blonde was having none of it. He used his free hand to shove Sig back, grinning arrogantly when Sig stumbled. "I don't think I appreciate your tone," Vincent mused, releasing Blue's arm and wrapping his long thick limb around the boy's waist instead. "If you want me to focus on other hotties, I'll do so<i>after</i>Blue gives me a dance. I think I'm owed that much."<br/><br/>Blue balked and placed his hand on Vincent's chest, shoving the man away from him. "I don't fucking owe you a damn thing," Blue snarled, pulling at his shirt to straighten out the creases Vincent had made. "You were an asshole when we were dating and you're an asshole now. You have dozens of other idiots in this bar to choose from, why don't you go drool over one of them? I'm not interested."<br/><br/>A dangerous glint flashed across Vincent's eye. He was annoyed with Blue's resistance; it wasn't something he had seen while they were together. Blue had always had a mouth, he had tolerated it because Blue was a good lay, but the teenager he used to fuck never fought long once Vincent decided there was something he wanted from him. A little prodding, a little goading and eventually Blue would sigh and give in, but Vincent knew he liked it more than he let on. Why else would Blue have asked him to choke him and restrain him the first time they fucked? Blue was a freak deep down, and Vincent<i>knew</i>he liked being roughed up a bit. Fighting beforehand was just part of the game, but this was quickly getting tiring. He had been excited when he spotted Blue among the throng of sweating bodies on the dance floor, excited to think he wouldn't have to try all that hard to get the pretty thing to come home with him. But Blue was being a brat now, and this little friend of his wasn't helping.<br/><br/>His tattooed hand reached out and grabbed at Blue's arm a third time, wrenching Blue forward with a decisive pull. The young man gasped in surprise and dropped his drink glass; it shattered all over the dance floor, spilling ice cubes and broken shards in all directions. Dancing couples beside them noticed just enough to scoot away, but it seemed everyone was too caught up in their own hedonism to pay attention to the way Vincent was gripping Blue close now, free hand snaking down Blue's body and clutching at his waist. No one really cared about the broken glass, the spreading liquid. No one really cared about Blue or his discomfort.<br/><br/>"Stop fighting, baby, all I'm asking for is one dance. Then, once you've calmed down and stopped being a bitch, we can get out of here."