Thèe mou, what a night. My night for morons. Usually the clubbers order their drink or four and leave me the fuck alone as long as I serve them their drinks. Not tonight.
Not tonight.
The first dumbass thought just his good looks alone would guarantee him free drinks. Good looks are fine and good but unless I'm planning to fuck them, it's not worth my cut for the night, which is what the Master Ardoin will charge me for that choice. And the big spender would have been more than willing to go to bed with me, that wasn't the issue. If he hadn't tried to be cute about it and just paid like anyone else, I'd have probably offered the free drinks and gladly taken him up to my room. I might have even left him alive. But no one and I mean no one plays cutesy games like that with me. Please. He was pretty enough but compared to what I've had and can have, not even worth a millionth of my night's cut.
Well Mr. Cheapskate pulled an attitude when I tried to pretend I didn't get his intentions. He didn't realize that if I didn't pretend and actually took him seriously I'd have to throw him out of the Nocturne out the backdoor and if that was happening, I wouldn't bother to be careful about it if no vache could see me. There would have been pieces of him all over the fucking back lot.
Next guy, oh he was a darling. He kept slapping around his pet boy and while I don't give a fuck what a couple does on their own time, don't make a scene on mine. And definitely, don't act like an asshole when I POLITELY tell you to shut the fuck up and stop upsetting my customers.
This time I grabbed his shirt collar, dragged his ass from the bar to the stockroom, opened the back door and pulled his arms and legs off. One by one. Then I snapped his neck so he couldn't go yammering to anyone about what I did. Not that the WASP drones would've done shit about it but it would've cost Ardoin to make the WASP drones not do shit and I'd rather not call that chit in for something so stupid.
Even if tearing the idiot to pieces felt almost as satisfying as if I'd gotten to eat him afterwards.
The last straw was some species snob, who kept making snide comments about why me and the other employees of the Nocturne, including the owner Ardoin Baptiste himself, had no right to be out of a Workcamp and how the only good Mutant was a dead one. On and on and on. Considering that my own opinion is that the only useful human, Supe, Mutant, Sap, I don't give a fuck which, is a LIVING human because I have no use for humans that I can't juice, I didn't have patience for the bullshit he was spouting off. Not to mention that part of what makes the Nocturne the place to go is the neutral territory rule. You pay, you have a right to be at the bar. You dance, even if you suck, you have a right to be on the dance floor. Everyone has a right to be at the Nocturne's main club. Even fucking Odogi. In the Playground? If you're not one of us, you better be invited there or you won't leave there alive.
Or unalive.
My patience had about reached its limit and I'm not known for my patience as it is. After telling him to shut his trap once, when he didn't, I had enough. I grabbed him by the hair, forced his mouth open and poured an entire bottle of Jack Daniels down his throat. On the house of course. Then I held his mouth shut the moment I saw the Jack about to come back up until I was sure he swallowed it Oh, and as a final touch, I carefully gave him a special smile my other customers couldn't see. You never saw a fucker leave so fast. For such a big talker he turned tail real quick when he realized I wasn't what I appeared to be. The bigger they talk, the less balls they have. Fuck, even a girl had more balls.
Now I'm watching the clock and if Sindri is even one second late I'm hunting down his Stalker ass and showing him how merciful Truedeath would be. Yeah, he was one of mine, most of the boys who tend in my bar are one of mine or the offspring of one of mine but if he's tending bar, he outlasted any other use to me. He fucks that up, his use ends.
I get tired of my kids pretty fast; there are less than a handful that I've kept as friends who fill in for me as a favor. Sindri wasn't one of them.
"Hey, bartender."
If I hear the word "bartender" one more time tonight I'm gonna punch a hole in the wall. Then I see who called me over and my bad mood vanishes instantly. Shaggy tawny hair with light brown eyes and a rough pretty face. Slender body but I can see the muscles in his arms. I'm sure I'll find the same muscles underneath the white t-shirt and faded jeans. Nice. I smile charmingly. "What'll you have?" I ask, knowing damned well that he's underage but since I like that, it's no problem.
He smiles back all nice and friendly, probably because I'm not hassling him about his age. "Bourbon works for me."
Bourbon, huh? Not my favorite but I don't hate the taste. I grab the bottle of bourbon and a glass, then fill it. Straight. He didn't ask for ice so I don't give him any. "Good choice," I say and put the glass on the bar in front of him, then hold out my hand in greeting. "Dimitri."
The kid likes being treated like an adult. They always do. He grins and shakes my hand. "Aiden."
I let my fingers linger a little longer than they should, asking a question that's answered when he squeezes my hand. Good. Very good. Not that it matters, if I had to play the friends angle I'd just give him a little surprise but I actually prefer them willing. My hand slowly moves up his arm. "You alone, kid?"
Aiden meets my gaze and moves closer, or at least as close as the bar will let him. "You asking if I got a boyfriend?"
I laugh at his directness. I like it but he's talking a lot bigger than he is. If Aiden were any greener, he'd be grass and his heart is pounding in his chest. "I'm asking if you came here alone tonight," I reply with amusement. "I don't really give a fuck about your boyfriend or lack of one."
He blinks, not knowing how to respond and takes a good size swallow of his drink instead. I lean forward and lick the drops of bourbon from his juicy lips. He doesn't take advantage of the proximity of my lips to his. Pity. "My shift ends real soon," I murmur against his mouth. "You coming with or you got other plans for the night?"
Aiden pauses, probably trying to come up with some snappy repartee but he'd better make up his mind in the next two minutes because I can sense Sindri has just materialized behind me and I can't leave this place fast enough. Sindri takes one look at me and one look at my new friend and smirks. Yeah, let him smirk, he remembers how I met him. (Fresh meat?) he asks in Nightspeech so the "fresh meat" can't hear him.
I break away from Aiden and turn to Sindri. (Fresh cherry. Cherry I fully intend to pop.)
Sindri doesn't ask whether Aiden will let me. He knows me well enough to know that it doesn't matter.
"No other plans," Aiden finally decides.
"Good." I give him a small peck on the mouth and he gives me a little smile back in return. Nice, we understand each other. I move from behind the bar and slide an arm around Aiden's slender shoulder. "Shall we?"
My plans for the night include taking this kid up to my room so I lead him to the back wall, which swings to reveal a secret entrance and staircase as soon as I stomp hard on the floor. Aiden blinks. "Like some kinda funhouse."
I shrug. "The owner of the club is real big on security." I nudge Aiden forward and stomp down again, this time on the stairs, to make the wall swing back again. Even if anyone saw where the entrance is, it takes more than human strength to trigger the security measures Ardoin's sister Angelique put in place to ensure that no one stakes us.
Up the stairs, through the door, down the corridor a piece and there's my room. I unlock the door, we walk inside and I can see Aiden is underwhelmed. Until he spots my wicked music system. Turntables, digitizer and hard drive, mixer, amplifier and most important, my Hakon speakers, able to shake the ceilings and floors before the volume reaches 5.
I can instantly tell that Aiden is gonna be one of those people who have to touch and play with every button and I'm not having that. As soon as I see his grubby fingers pawing the amp, I sneak up behind him and nuzzle his neck. "Ela, Aiden," I whisper, "if you want to play, I have something a lot more fun in mind."
I start licking the nape of his neck and my lips move towards his ear when Kid Cherry turns around and says, "Sixty credits."
Now it's my turn to blink. "What did you just say?" I ask with a warning tone.
Aiden's voice is a little shaky but he repeats it. "Sixty credits."
Fuck no. "Ilithie," I growl, "do I seem like someone who needs to pay for dick?"
Gotta give the little shit this, he's sticking to his guns. Even if they piss me off. "I don't care," he says, gaining more balls, "give me sixty credits if you want to sleep with me, Dimitri."
I can't help it, I burst out laughing. "Look you idiot. You think you're charging me sixty credits just to take your precious virginity? Let me tell you how it's gonna be." I suddenly seize Aiden and throw him on the bed. "You're gonna shut your trap about me paying you shit or I'm gonna tear your asshole apart," I hiss, pinning him down on his back. "But first you're gonna tell me why you're playing rent boy when you've never even sucked cock before."
Aiden looks all indignant and while I have respect for his persistence, it's getting old and he better drop it before I take him apart, piece by piece. "Not playing," he grumbles.
Yeah right. "One more chance, little boy. Then you'll wish I raped you." I swipe down with both hands, my nails shredding the t-shirt.
Aiden's eyes grow wide with fear and my tongue involuntarily runs across my lips, I love his fear. I wanted his pleasure, to satisfy him but the smell of his fear is making my dick rock hard and my gums tingle. "Cian said if you get the pay, you're not gay."
I roll my eyes. "Really now." I lean over and my tongue flickers on his lips. "So if you charge me, that means it's just a business transaction?" I nip his bottom lip and a gasp escapes his lips, partly in fear, partly with desire. "That means you feel nothing?" My lips move down his jaw, to his neck, my tongue exploring his chest until it teases Aiden's pretty rosy nipples. I don't even need to feel between his legs, I know he's hard. "Your friend has it wrong, baby."
Aiden starts to protest but I've started sucking his nipples and he can't speak coherently anymore. Good.
"You need the pay to prove you're not gay," I murmur as my mouth moves lower, "and all you're proving is that you are." His belly flutters under my tongue and his breath grows sharper and more labored.
But I stop there. He's still got his jeans on and I'm done with teasing him, he's taking more effort than he's worth. I kiss his lips. "If you take your clothes off, I'll drive you crazy with pleasure and you won't give a fuck about being gay or even bi. But if I have to take them off," I unbutton those jeans and unzip them, "then I'll just take my pleasure and trust me, you don't want to know what gets me off, Aiden kid."
Aiden suddenly seems to get that I'm offering him a choice between being pleasured and being violated. He's lucky I like him, pain in the fucking ass that he is. I usually don't offer that choice. "You're fucking crazy," he mutters, but he's fucking terrified.
I'm losing patience. "Thirty seconds, little Aiden," I warn, my fingers tugging at his jeans.
Aiden's eyes meet mine. "If I take them off, you make me feel good?" he asks. Then his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What do you get out of it then?"
I let my fingers brush against his crotch, which is hard as a rock. "You," I answer. "I get you, Aiden."
He doesn't understand and that's fine, he doesn't need to. All he needs to do is what he's doing now, slipping off his pants and briefs and letting me see that delicious body of his, complete with his cock flattened against his body. I suddenly feel too dressed so I quickly strip, suppressing a smirk as I see Aiden's eyes giving me the once over.
I rest my case.
Aiden won't go anywhere and even if he tried, it'd be the last thing he did so I don't bother to pin him down anymore. He drank the one glass of bourbon, probably for liquid courage, but he must have a decent tolerance because it didn't do shit for him, at least, not for my purposes. I don't want him piss drunk but one drink won't do it. Besides, I don't like bourbon all that much and I'd like to taste something else when I taste him. "Want another drink?" I ask him, giving him the false comfort of having a choice. "You ever have ouzo?"
Aiden wrinkles his nose, yeah it's cute, like a rabbit and that's bought him a little time. "No," he says softly.
"There's always a first time." I open one of the little doors on the bottom part of my night table and take out a small bottle of ouzo and shot glasses. That's how you drink ouzo, in shots. Lots of shots. Unless you're drinking from the bottle. I pour and fill his shot glass and hand it to him. "Drink. Show me you're the man you're acting like."
He makes that face again. Oh Aiden kid, it's getting old already. Don't force me. You won't like it. "Smells like licorice," he says. Perceptive.
"Anise," I tell him. "Drink it down in one shot. Like this." I fill my shot glass and gulp it down.
Guess Aiden is a cherry with booze too because he sips at it slowly, ugh, it hurts to watch. I can see he wants to choke or cough but he manages to stop himself, yeah, that's my boy; show me you're a man. "Hold your breath if you need to, just down it in one go."
Aiden scrunches up his face and tilts the glass, drinking it all down but sloppily, getting drops of ouzo on his lips, chin, neck and my sheets. Fuck. I snatch the glass from Aiden's trembling hand and toss it on the floor. "You made a mess," I whisper, "guess I'll just have to clean it up, huh." My tongue laps at his mouth, chin, everywhere that ouzo spilled and finally, he's showing signs of life, moaning as my mouth takes Aiden's and I lay on top of him. I shift a little as my tongue hungrily explores his mouth, so we're crotch to crotch. "You're hard as a rock," I murmur, grinding my hard-on against his, "and so am I." I start humping him and Aiden groans into my mouth and, to my surprise, makes the kiss more forceful. Like he can anchor himself onto my mouth.
No doubt about it, it excites me but I pull back from the kiss and change position anyway, licking and kissing my way down his body. "You taste delicious," I say huskily, my tongue already probing for the big vein in his groin, ah, that's it. "All of you," I purr as I press my tongue down hard and lick the place, scent marking it for later. But for now, I'm interested in tasting other things. And when my mouth wraps around the head of his cock, there's no more bullshit about gay for pay. As my tongue runs over his slit and down his shaft, there's nothing but his sharp breaths and whimpers and I have him just where I want him so I release him and he glares at me.
You thought I was gonna blow him? He sure did and the look of betrayal on his face is fucking hilarious. This is nothing. Just wait until I use the place I've marked. Then you'll know betrayal my little Aiden. Just before you scream.
For now though, I just laugh at the growing fury on his face. "Come now, you didn't think the gay boy was just gonna do you, did you?"
The light is beginning to dawn and he freaks. "Hold on, I never said I would -"
I lean over him so our noses are touching. "You would do what, poesti?" I purr, then translate from Greek, "faggot."
Now he's really pissed. "You fucking bastard," he yells and flies with his fists, pounding on me uselessly but at least he's not so much of a girl that he just takes it.
"That's it, show me what you're made of, Aiden," I breathe, his rage at my words arousing me as much as his body. But only for so long before it gets tiresome and I seize his wrists and push backwards so I'm pinning him to the bed by his wrists. Aiden has just exerted a lot of energy and his body is now streaming with sweat. "Not bad," I whisper, "you're not such a faggot after all," I decide and dip my head down, lapping the sweat from his forehead and cheeks, a moan escaping his lips as my tongue licks the drops of perspiration from his mouth. I run my tongue along the opening of Aiden's mouth, teasing until Aiden gets the idea and opens his mouth to my tongue. Good thing for him. If he hadn't, I wouldn't have bothered to force my tongue inside, I'd just bite his lips off.
That'd show the little bugger not to play this stupid game of passive sex to prove his heterosexuality. No experience is just dandy, I'll pop that cherry and the two of us can have a great time. But not this "I do him, he doesn't do shit," crap.
No fucking way.
I'll force my cock down his throat first.
For now, I'll just kiss him, my tongue explores his mouth, tasting the ouzo and bourbon but I want more than that. I abruptly bite Aiden's bottom lip, just hard enough to make him bleed and he jerks back, wrenching away from me. Not realizing it's because I let him. "What the fuck?"
I grin evilly. "Can't take it, little Aiden?"
"You fucking bit me, asshole!"
I laugh, his tough guy act amusing me but not enough to spare him. "You think that's a bite?" I slide my hands under his armpits and throw him onto his stomach. "That ain't shit, pal. This is a bite." And I emphasize that by sweeping my face down and sinking my teeth, my REAL teeth, into his neck.
And the bed muffles his screams quite nicely.
I drink just a little, just enough to take the edge off and savor the tanginess of his fear. That and the ouzo and bourbon he drank, mmmm, so good. I get a bit of his buzz and as he struggles, the adrenaline of his growing terror flooding my senses and searing my veins.
My teeth withdraw from his neck but I'm not done with him by a long shot. "You like it this way better?" I start to nibble his spine, tonguing along with my teeth and his body shivers with desire despite his anger/fear.
Aiden squirms like a little kitten and after a while his lust overrides his fear. Until lips trail to his ass and he feels my tongue dart into his asshole.
"Fuck NO!" he growls and tries to get up but sorry, not happening, I press down hard with the flat of my hand and he and the bed are one.
"Try that again and I won't bother rimming you," I hiss before my tongue plunges back into his ass, laving and lapping until he's wet enough.
For me. You thought
I was rimming Aiden to make it easier for him? Oh no, it's so I can get in easier.
I crawl on top of him and thrust down as hard as I can and start driving my
dick deep inside him, thrusting in and out, faster and faster and then I hear
it. My little Aiden is crying.
What a wuss!
Now those of you who know me and my history would think I wouldn't go popping any cherries that didn't want to be popped - after all, look what happened with you-know-who?
Shit, at least Angelaki didn't cry. He screamed, hell yeah, it hurts, go and scream, I did my first time. But he never cried. And he kicked my ass right after that.
I'm not sorry I dicked him. I wanted it, he wasn't giving it, I took it, end of story. I am sorry that I'm the one who let that... THING loose and made my cousin the sadistic yet seductive little psychopath he is today.
Yeah right. I let it loose, sure but he was already on his way to being a bastard. Yes, even at that young age. If you think I'm a bastard, just spend a few hours with him. I'm just taking what Aiden wouldn't give me. If he pulled that shit on Angelo? Well yeah, he wouldn't rape him, wouldn't be enough sport for that. Angelaki would just fuck with his head, pleasuring, torturing, pushing every button Aiden had until he got Aiden to admit his feelings. Then, just as he got Aiden to reciprocate WILLINGLY.... Angelo would kill him.
Quite messily.
I'm pounding him into the mattress but even though he's still sniffling, the moans that mattress isn't quite stifling aren't from pain, not when he's humping the bed like a cat in heat. I rest for a moment and murmur against his neck, "Poor baby. Too much for you?"
"N-no," he pants.
"You're sure?" I ask innocently, as if I think he's trying to make up for his earlier show of girliness instead of knowing that he wants me to fuck him into oblivion.
"I can take it," Aiden insists, he just doesn't get it, I don't want him to "take" it, I want him to admit he wants it but he's not enough of a man to do that. Idiot.
Well if that's how he wants to play this....
"If that's the case, then you won't mind this, will you?" I purr before picking up the pace. Fucking understatement. I'm shoving myself so deep inside him that his ass isn't all that's getting torn up. Now his shrieking is so piercing it's making my ears bleed.
"Skase!" I smack his head so hard that blood soaks through my sheets, dribbling from his nose and mouth.
The scent hits me
like a two by four and I'm suddenly losing the little bit of control over myself
I'd been holding on to up until now. I fuck him, frenetically, desperately,
more like an animal rutting than anything else. Each slam into Aiden lights
fires of extreme pleasure that burns through my body until my teeth sink into
the back of his neck as I come hard and violently.
The only sounds Aiden makes are weak whimpers, he's screamed himself hoarse. I pull out of him and toss him onto his back. "Well little Aiden, you don't have to worry about your secret being out, you won't live long enough to live it down," I say pleasantly, dipping my finger into the puddle of blood pooling on his chest and tasting it. "Sweet," I laugh, "just like you."
Aiden's light brown eyes are wide open now, looking at me as if I'm insane. No, not insane, little Aiden. Just very, very hungry. He shakes with terror, seeing the feral, crazed look in my own eyes and begs, "Please. Please don't."
But it's too late for him to ask for anything. I don't care what he wants anymore.
It's ironic actually. Aiden was so scared about how everything appeared, how everything would make him look. He felt that reciprocating would mean he was less of a man.
"Stupid poesti," I hiss through fully unsheathed fangs, "who you like in your bed doesn't make you more or less of a man. Not being honest and admitting it is what makes you less of a man. And it's what's getting you killed," I whisper before my fangs sink deeply into his throat and I suck him dry.