(Fanfiction for AydenWusky. Pairing is of my OC, Osiris and his OC, Wusky.)
The Drunken Reaper was packed with people from wall to wall, dancing and grinding to the booming music. Dubstep poured through the massive bass speakers as the DJ worked his magic at his station. Ayden Wusky had his Dre headphones to the side taking a swig of his drink. He continued to play as the crowd was illuminated with cell phones and glowsticks.
Hours later, the club emptied and the crowd had died out and vanished like a passing phantom. Ayden had started working here for about a week now, he had to say this place was great for doing what he does best. Leaving his post, he made his way to Osiris' office. When he wasn't at the bar polishing and cleaning the shot glasses or sorting the bottles, he was in his office. Ayden knocked on the black door that had "O" on it.
"Come in, Ayden." The baritone voice answered from behind the room. Opening the door, he saw Osiris holding an envelope. "Good work again tonight, Ayden." The wolf complimented handing the other man his salary. Ayden noticed that the owner was only wearing a pair of sweatpants. The man's body was beyond muscular. Massive arms of power, large pecs and chiseled abs. Despite the difference in size, Ayden being 15 feet tall and Osiris around 8 feet. He was definently a powerhouse. "Ayden." Osiris said again, this time differently. Almost seductively.
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