### Sex God Saga 9
### Neon Sin
SATURDAY:
Theo had never been on a guest list. Being taken to the front of a long, long queue by Mako felt unreal.
He'd put on a purple button up with a matching purple choker as a concession to Paris. His pants were white with a little chain on them. He wore new shoes. All things the prince had bought him.
Mako had freshly shaved the sides of his head, making his little ponytail look sharp and commanding. The Japanese Primal showed off his shapely arms with a bulky but sleeveless white hoodie.
"Ready to party?" Mako asked.
"Think so," Theo said. "Been years."
Neon Sin was centered on a sunken dancefloor with a second floor promenade leading around the room. It was loud and packed.
Statues of saints wore neon halos. Saint Patrick held a snaking neon tube, Joan of Arc raised a lightsaber, Catherine lay broken across a blinking ferris wheel, Christopher carried a glow paint covered baby on his shoulders. Most prominently, the Virgin Mary had neon glowing from her eyes, mouth and a cross-shaped opening in her crotch.
The colors of the lights circled from pink and violet to teal and cyan to orange and lime.
"Holy fuck, this is cool," Theo shouted.
"Isn't it?" Mako shouted back. "Hey look, there's our guys."
Keith was in white of course, a hollow star dangling on his ear, completing his typical k-pop outfit. His hair moved gracefully as he gently swayed his hips next to a dancing chick.
Theo felt his heart sag a little. But there was plenty of meat for him to ogle.
Willow -- the Stygian and Champion of summer goddess Ohn -- was dancing like she was competing, her short pink shirt breezy enough to keep flashing her thong. Vienna, the out of town Primal, hung out with Jun by the bar even though they weren't currently dating - apparently. Jun looked no different than at the gym, wearing a shirt just long enough to make it unclear if he was wearing very short pants or nothing at all.
Theo realized he'd been staring long enough to lose Mako in the crowd. Was he supposed to just walk around? He wasn't a dancer and he wasn't looking to 'maybe score a chick' like Mako.
He reached for his phone to text Paris a quick 'where?' when his eyes fell on a guy who stared back. Intently. Eerily.
The stranger was really fucking cute but looked young enough to be in his teens. East Asian, skinny, pale, his bright white hair in a shaggy mop. He wore dark clothes with holes at the collar, hem and knees. The shirt was ripped at the bottom, exposing his slim stomach by a sliver.
Their eye contact was growing uncomfortable. The neon in the room turned from violet to carmine. The white haired man -- boy? -- had irises as dark as his pupils. Then he broke into a killer smile. Theo would have called it 'Keith tier'.
Someone grabbed Theo from the side, nearly knocking him over.
Fairly African features but light-ish skinned, tall and wide. Corn rows. A ridiculously sharp jaw. Eye tattoos on the neck. Chase Powell the Stygian.
"Hey, horny guy."
"Chase," Theo shouted. "My name's Theo."
Chase threw his hands up. "Fine. Do you swear you're not horny right now? Sorry, the-" he gestured at his own eyes, then around him at the 'noosphere', "-is a little muddled with all these desperate dudes around."
Theo turned to where the white haired stranger had stood. He was still there, which felt mildly surprising, but now grinded on a young girl in mesh and a tank top.
"Chase! Do you happen to know this guy?"
"White hair kid? Cain Ho. One of yours. Conjurer but not with the order."
"Is he old enough to be in here? He looks, like, sixteen."
Chase tapped one among his several gold rings where summoning revealed a wisp living in a gem. "I'm a bouncer, I've seen his ID. I can tell if these things are legit. He's twenty-two."
"You have a great memory."
"Thanks. And you've just jogged it. Paris wants to see you upstairs. Come on."
Chase led him past a cordon guarded by a fat guy in a suit. The stairs were half-blockaded by a smooching couple. Aaron Kim, with his hands up a girl's attire. He wore a simple dark green polo shirt, with only a dangly ear chain hinting at a k-pop aesthetic. He won against Keith's greater effort by virtue of being actually Korean.
Theo squeezed himself past with Chase just behind. A sinister part of his mind wanted to grab the hunky man with a gorgeous face by the balls and give him a pulse of max power -- the kind of quick release of sex-energy he'd managed to send into Fulin's pecs once.
That would have been pretty evil. Maybe even rape?
The upstairs area had a handful of lounges overlooking the ground floor, each one separated by walls of dark glass. Chase navigated to one and opened the door, waving Theo in.
It was marginally less loud here. Francis of Assisi talked to balloon animals of neon light tubes on a glass table holding drinks. Around it was a u-shaped white sectional.
Theo practically bounded toward Paris.
The prince wore a tan blazer over a wildly patterned shirt, gold accents anywhere they fit. He grinned as the blond shaman dropped next to him.
"Paris," Theo whined.
"Feeling needy, boytoy?"
"Ugh. So many straights everywhere."
The Stygian laughed. "We should take you to a gay club sometime. I could push your head between my legs and let you get to work."
The prince pulled Theo in and Theo cuddled up to his maybe boyfriend.
Duke Kim sat across from them, looking dolled up in a tight blue shirt that showed off every bump on the personal trainer's body. His hand was on the naked thigh of a giggly, white chick.
Summoning didn't reveal any Outsiders on her or on the Primal. But there *was* one present. On a guy Theo had never seen before.
"I should introduce you to someone," Paris said. "Ace, come over here! Theo, this is Ace Wang. Just came back up from Cali."
Ace was short with a lean muscled physique. Somewhere between Keith's and Mako's build and just right to make Theo go feral. The presumed Primal had hair dyed maroon, falling onto his face in a fluffy fringe.
He wore, frankly, fetish gear. A fine mesh shirt that left nothing about his torso to the imagination was ringed by an x-harness, with more leather straps on his wrist. His black jeans were cut short enough to make the pockets poke out below, with the smoothly defined legs in fishnets. High boots gave him half an inch in height.
Theo saw Chase smirk and mouth 'horny guy'.
Ace sat next to Theo reaching out for a handshake. He had a forearm tattoo of five cards in a fan -- four aces and a joker.
"I'm Theo. You must be the cousin of..." He swallowed. Should he say 'Tank' or 'Fulin'? Paris pushed a glass of something iced into his hand, letting him leave the sentence unfinished.
Ace nodded. "Yeah, Tank's coming later. Stuck babysitting until a Lee gets off work. You already noticed Blood Drop, huh?"
Ace's voice was melodic even half-shouted. He could have sounded quite similar to Fulin if he'd lowered it artificially.
Ace pulled a knife from his boot, or perhaps a dagger, and spun it effortlessly.
The blond shaman took a sip. A skull on the knife's handle rose to Theo's mediumship, revealing the skull visage of an Outsider.
"Sprite of darkness," Ace said. "A demon I caught dimming a street to terrify people. Converted it back to the good guy side."
"That's... so badass it kinda wraps around to tryhard. Uh, sorry."
Ace smirked. "Not mad. I got my dark and gloomy muscle wizard aesthetic. Tank's got his dumb monstercock no chick can handle."
Theo too-quickly took another sip of his drink. It was fruity and a little bitter.
Ace smiled more. "I'm the gay cousin if it hadn't clicked yet."
"Yeah, T-Tank mentioned. You're not around often?"
"I'm not a family person. But Tank's acting... weird? Happy desperate? And don't you little twink have the 'privilege'," he spoke the word with mockery, "of calling him Fulin?"
Theo chuckled nervously. "Never thought my sex life was going to be the talk of town."
"I want to know what it's like," Ace said. "You can hit me with it just by touch, right?"
