A snippet from my WIP–Sins Of The Sire–
The few people that were out and about at 2:30 in the morning couldn’t have cared less about the spare, sparkly haze that appeared at the entrance to the alley, or the two handsome men who walked out of it holding hands.
They spied a young man entering the alley at the same time, his back to them, and they looked at each other, smiling. It couldn’t have been easier.
“Shall we?” Oz asked.
“After you,” Craig answered, and the young man turned quickly, more than a little panicked. This wasn’t the safest area, but he had just robbed an unsuspecting drunk coming out of a bar, and he had to be careful before he could sit down and find out how much his haul was. He stared down at Craig and Oz’s hands, still linked, neither of them aware of the fact
“Just my luck, a couple of fruity fags,” the young man snorted.
Craig let go of Oz’s hand, his eyes turning dark. They glanced at each other.
“Well, that was rude, wasn’t it?” Craig asked.
Oz agreed. “I think that young man needs to be taught a lesson.” They followed the man as he walked backward down the alley, trying to keep an eye on them. They passed a dark alcove, and a silent communication passed between them.
“What’re you fairies gonna do to me, huh?” the man said, breathing hard, nervous as all hell, but not wanting to give away anything. For a couple of queers, these guys were—scary.
“I’m not a fairy, but you’re about to find out what we both are, dude,” Oz growled, grabbing the man’s wrist as Craig moved behind him.
He only had time to let out a short scream before they closed in.