Changing Fortunes

Part 10

There was a line that stretched out around the block by the time Cam got there.

Screw that. There had to be another way inside.

Cam silently made his way around the crowd and inched against the building, looking for a secret entrance. He reached the back and saw a dumpster. Yeah, that was right. There was a stockroom in the back. Garbage had to go somewhere and the deliveries needed to go in somewhere as well.

Cam grinned evilly. He had his way in.

Once he found the backdoor, it took him practically no time at all to pick the lock. It was a steel door, though. Heavy. Fuck.

Then he remembered what Weasel had said about being strong. Cam had always taken that for granted, never thought about it.

Never tested it. It was time to experiment and see just what he was capable of doing.

Cam took a deep breath and focused as if he was doing an empathic sweep, only this time he was focusing on his body instead of his mind. Consciously gathering whatever strength he had. Then he grabbed the door and PULLED.

It moved a little.

Cam tried again, pulling with all of his might.

Yes! He couldn't open it very much but it was enough for him to slip through. Cam was gonna have to close it again but pushing was much easier and he managed it.

Cam collapsed to the ground. He did it! His body was gonna hurt like crazy but he did it! He was stronger than he thought. Maybe this Sangsue blood had some perks after all.

But apparently, someone was stronger because all of the sudden that someone reached down, grabbed Cam by the shirt collar and hoisted straight up. "Let's see," he snarled, shaking Cam with each word, "you got no bottles of booze, which means you're not a delivery boy, so why don't you tell me why you're in here before I tear your arms from their sockets."

Cam took a quick look at the boy who'd seized him so unceremoniously. Blond, about six feet or so, a little butch for Cam's taste but he was a definite beauty. Haughty beauty. But those glacial blue eyes could freeze piss.

Blond haired. Blue eyed. Now that Cam was looking, he could see a slight resemblance. The same nose. The same honey coloring. The mouth wasn't as full or pouty but Cam was sure. This was Angelo's cousin, the bartender.

Cam remembered what Weasel had said about this cousin's jealousy and realized he'd just been handed an opportunity. "I was looking for someone," he said defensively.

"In the stockroom? Vlaka, feed me another one." But the shaking stopped.

"Okay," Cam sighed, "He's got my lover and I'm gonna get him back." Cam loved it when the truth worked even better than a lie.

The bartender met Cam's gaze. "Who has your lover and why should I care?"

Now for the bait. "That fucking slut with the black curls," Cam growled. "I swear, when I get my hands on him his face won't be so pretty anymore."

For a second Cam saw resentment flickering in those frosty blue eyes, but Angelo's cousin quickly squelched it.

Bullseye.

The bartender's grip relaxed and Cam dropped to the floor. "Not in this club you don't," he told Cam. "At least," he grinned conspiratorially, "not on the dance floor." He held out his hand to Cam. Cam grasped it and Angelo's cousin helped him off the floor.

Weasel was right. Cam had just gained an ally. "That's where he is?" Cam asked, not bothering to pretend he didn't read between the lines.

"Oh yeah," the bartender muttered, "I don't know why he doesn't just take this new fling back to his room. What they're doing can hardly be called dancing."

Cam's ears perked up. "His room? He's got a room here?"

"Shit yeah. He takes them all there eventually."

"Not this time," Cam snarled.

The bartender's smile made Cam's stomach turn. It was the smile of a demon who'd just gained the soul of a new acolyte. "Then you better move fast, shouldn't you."

He led Cam out of the stockroom, to the bar, where he advised Cam the best place to sit and observe the room. "You want a drink? On the house."

Cam hadn't expected that. He wondered if part of Angelo's cousin's change in attitude was the effect of his blood reacting to Cam's. Now that Cam knew to expect it, he could ignore the strong attraction he felt towards the bartender. Knowing that sleeping with this boy would be the equivalent of taking a bath in a sewer was another big deterrent.

Fuck, even Angelo would be more appetizing.

He didn't feel comfortable accepting anything from the bartender, but he knew that it was safer than rejecting his offer. "Sure, I'll have a beer."

Angelo's cousin ducked behind the bar, probably to a cooler, then set the beer in front of Cam. "Call me Dimitri."

Dimitri, eh? Cam was gonna give him another alias, then decided it wasn't worth it. "I'm Cam," he said, taking a pull on the beer.

Dimitri leaned forward and Cam had to fight the impulse to back away. He'd never thought that attraction could be so repulsive. "He's there now," he whispered in Cam's ear. "On the dance floor with a very pretty blond I wouldn't mind having a crack at myself." Then he seemed to remember who he was talking to. "Not that I'm going to. I just wouldn't mind it."

Cam shivered at the naked hunger in Dimitri's eyes. Hunger for more then sex. He had no doubt about what Dimitri's "crack" at Balint would be and rape would only be part of it. He was beginning to wonder how Angelo had managed to keep a snake like Dimitri under his thumb. Because Dimitri was under Angelo's thumb. If he wasn't, Angelo would've been dead by now.

He choked back the bile rising to the back of his throat at the thought of Dimitri alone with Balint. Then he scanned the dance floor until he saw them and his revulsion turned to fury.

Angelo and Balint weren't even pretending to dance. They were making out and practically fucking through their clothes.

"I'm gonna fucking punch his lights out," Cam hissed. "Right on that goddamned dance floor!"

He rose to leave but Dimitri seized his wrist, holding him there. "Not so fast, Cam. If you make a scene, then you're gonna look like a dumbass in front of your boyfriend. No, you want to do your damage in private, nai? Wait til they're in his room, I know him, it won't be long. Then you can kick his ass." Dimitri laughed. "I'd join you but Ardoin would skin me if I left the bar unattended."

"What's he, your lover or something?" Cam asked innocently, wanting to make Dimitri admit that with all this tough talk, he was still Angelo's bitch.

"Angelo?" This time Dimitri's laughter was bitter. "He's everyone's. And no one's. Except for that green-eyed swamp rat," he muttered with barely concealed rage. "Somehow, HE'S managed to lay some claim on Angelo. But it won't last. It never does."

"You're bigger than Angelo, Dimitri. Why haven't you just beaten the shit out of him and take him once and for all?"

"You've never bedded him, have you?"

Cam stared at him. "Fuck no! What does that have to do with anything?" Of course, there was the blow job Angelo gave him but he was not gonna tell Dimitri about that.

Dimitri had a weird look in his eyes. Cam recognized that look. It wasn't the look of the shark that Dimitri seemed to be. It was more like a minnow about to be eaten. "Once Angelo has you, no one else does it for you. And when you're around him, all you can think about is his mouth and his hands staking the claim they already have on your body. You even feel it, Cam. He can make you come without even touching you. How can I fight that?"

Cam remembered the phantom mouth sucking at his cock. So it hadn't been his imagination after all. It was Angelo's Gift. That Gift, combined with the dizzying effect their blood had on one another had enabled Angelo to enslave Dimitri.

Cam would be damned if he let that happen to Balint.

"I guess I'm just gonna have to bash his head in before that asshole has the chance to pull that crap on me," Cam decided.

Dimitri's grin was all teeth, revealing a hint of the fangs he was hiding. "I think you and me are gonna get along just fine."

Cam didn't even want to think about what that meant. "How much longer til they go back to Angelo's room?" he asked, deliberately changing the subject.

Before Dimitri could answer, Cam noticed Angelo whispering something in Balint's ear that made the Gypsy boy pout. Then he fished inside his jeans pocket and handed Balint …a key?

Yeah. A key, probably to Angelo's room.

At first Balint frowned, giving the key back to Angelo. Then those hazel eyes caught sight of Cam and they flashed him a warning look before he snatched the key from Angelo and stormed towards the secret entrance; stomping hard on the floor. After that, the wall swung around, Balint slipped inside and it swung back in place behind him.

Dimitri laughed. "That's a record."

Cam wanted to grab the jerk by his shirt collar and shake him but considering that he could already tell that Dimitri was much, much stronger than Cam was, anything even resembling a violent action would be quite suicidal. Instead he glared at him. "Angelo has managed to turn my own lover against me and all you can do is laugh?"

Dimitri choked on his laughter, trying to control himself. "That's not why I'm laughing, Cam."

"Oh?"

"No." Dimitri patted Cam's shoulder affectionately. "If Angelo is hiding his new plaything away so fast, something better must have just walked in."

Cam shook Dimitri's hand off. "What are you doing, insulting Balint?"

"That's his name? Nah, I'm just telling you how my cousin thinks. Angelo wants what he wants when he wants it and fuck anyone else. He does it to me, he does it to Weasel and now he's doing it to your boyfriend."

"Ay hyessou!" Dimitri suddenly swore. Cam didn't recognize the words he used, but he sure felt the emotion behind it. "Now I know why Angelo put the kibosh on things. And of course he had to coincidentally show his munga ass here when Weasel's not around."

"Who?"

Dimitri smiled thinly. "You'll see."

Moments later, a dark haired boy strode onto the dance floor. Right towards Angelo.

"Surprising," Dimitri remarked. "He usually likes to make an entrance; he must really be horny tonight."

So, this wasn't a new toy. It was an old one. But a gorgeous one, Cam could totally understand why Angelo had kept him.

Cam must have been a little too obvious with his staring because Dimitri said, "Don't even think it, pal. You want to stay as far away as possible from that cobra."

Dimitri didn't have to worry, that feral beauty was not the kind of boy Cam wanted to tangle with. He tended to avoid boys with that kind of attitude. As if he owned the dance floor and everyone on it.

Including Angelo.

Angelo didn't seem to mind it, though, he grinned suggestively, holding his hand out to the boy who grasped his arm instead, pulling Angelo to his body. Cam had thought they'd do another version of let's-hump-on-the-dance-floor but no, they actually danced to the bass thumping beat.

The boy's movements were confident and sensuous; Angelo's dancing was just as graceful. It figured. They danced within inches of each other, mirrors that seemed to challenge the other with each move. The boy wiggled his hips, shimmying to the bottom of Angelo's legs and rising up again, grinding towards Angelo but not touching his body. Angelo answered by upping the ante, sliding slooowly down the boy's body, only to get up and straddle the boy's crotch, his legs pinning him to the dance floor.

The boy's reply was to grasp Angelo's hips, grinding their crotches together, tilting Angelo back a little and running his tongue along his jaw, his neck, everywhere he could reach but his mouth.

Angelo rolled his hips against the boy, who must've been rock-hard by now, then changed position, stretching with his arms upwards, his body still in the boy's hands. Just enough to make his tank top ride up just a bit and expose his belly.

The boy moved his hands so they were caressing Angelo's bare flesh, slipping higher inside his shirt and licked along the contours of his stomach.

Cam found himself hyperventilating, sitting on his hands to stop himself from stroking his own hard-on. He had to admit, the show they were putting on was more than arousing. Almost like a mating dance.

No, he realized, it was a duel. A sexual duel. Each boy reacting to the other's provocation by raising the stakes sexually, until a laughing Angelo was practically dragged off the dance floor by the other boy.

It looked like they were headed for Angelo's room as well because they walked to the secret entrance, where Angelo did the trick with the wall and both boys disappeared behind it before it swung back into place.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Cam muttered, "is he aiming for a threesome?" Was that what Angelo had been whispering about in Balint's ear? If so, why did Balint take it so badly? It wasn't as if Balint had any aversion to three-ways. Or most types of sex for that matter.

"Please," Dimitri snorted. "The only reason why they even went upstairs was to find somewhere private since Angelo doesn't do public sex."

"What the fuck do you call what they were doing?"

"Fighting."

Cam blinked. "That's one word for it."

"It's a kind of fighting. And Angelo won this battle."

"How do you figure that? He was the one being dragged."

"That's just it," Dimitri explained. "Angelo got him to give in."

Cam had no idea of what Dimitri meant and at this point he didn't care. All that mattered to him was that his opportunity was getting away from him. Again. He finished the beer and set it back down on the counter. "Thanks for the drink, Dimitri" Cam rose from his stool. "See you around."

"Off to kick some ass or take back your lover?"

"Both," Cam answered before heading for the entrance that would lead him upstairs.

Stomping the floor hard enough to trigger the wall to swing wouldn't be hard at all. In the mood he was in, Cam could have easily put a hole into the floor. As soon as the wall swung, he stepped inside it, stomped again and it righted itself again.

He went up the flight of stairs, only to run into another door. Fucking annoying.

Ah well, it'd just be the second lock he'd pick tonight.

The locking mechanisms used by the Nocturne were pathetic. One, two, three and it was open.

Cam half-expected to see another flight of stairs, but instead, there was a long corridor. And there were voices coming from the other side of it.

"I thought your szereto was in your room, Angelo," the boy said.

Cam froze a moment. He recognized the word "szereto" because Balint used it sometimes to describe a one night stand or a temporary lover. Was this boy a Gypsy too?

"He is," Angelo replied, "that's why we're here."

Where was here? Cam saw that the corridor was straight, then went right and left. Like a capital "T." Angelo and the other boy could be anywhere.

No. Not just anywhere. Cam could feel them on the right side of the "T."

Both of them.

When Cam had been downstairs, although he'd felt that weird pull from Dimitri's blood, he was so focused on seeing Angelo and Balint that he didn't stop to pause to see if he was feeling them as well. Same thing for Angelo and that boy. Now, there was no question.

Not only that, Cam could feel the differences in the pull as well. The weaker the pull, the more diluted the bloodline had to be. The little tug he was feeling a few doors down had to be Balint holed up in Angelo's room. Fuck teaching Angelo a lesson, maybe he could just go inside, grab Balint and get the hell out of the Nocturne.

The whole upstairs abruptly shook as something was slammed against the wall. Then the moist, smacking sounds of kissing. And sucking.

Between the powerful pulling and the sudden upsurge of passion, Cam couldn't resist it. He found himself walking right past Angelo's room and letting his instincts draw him within viewing distance of the two boys.

Angelo was pinned to the wall by his wrists that were trapped in the jacket he'd obviously been trying to take off, his arms above his head. The other boy had seized Angelo by his wrists and pinned him to the wall with one hand, the other hand was fondling Angelo's crotch at he sucked at his throat.

"You don't have to immobilize me, Radu, you know I’m not gonna move while you're doing... mmmmm, if you're gonna do that, at least let me take my jeans off first," Angelo murmured. Then he let out a moan. "No, you can keep doing that," he decided.

Radu raised his head, laughing softly. "Are you sure? Perhaps you'll like this better."

With movements too fast for Cam to follow, Radu had somehow managed to change his grip, wrapping his arms around Angelo's body and pulling him down to the floor.

"Nice try, Radu," Angelo said before pouncing like a cat, landing on top of Radu and flattening him.

What the fuck were those two doing? Having sex or wrestling?

When Radu grabbed Angelo by the shoulders and flipped him so he was on top, capturing the other boy's lips with his own, Cam understood that it was both.

Radu wasn't just kissing Angelo, he was conquering him. Radu's mouth fiercely demanded possession; every thrust of his hips ensured that ownership over Angelo's body.

And Angelo kissed him just as ferociously, his hands sliding under Radu's bomber jacket and making their mark.

They kissed for a while until Radu broke the kiss, sliding backwards until he was down towards Angelo's shins, sitting up to undo Angelo's jeans and slide them down just enough to expose his very erect cock and inner thighs. Then Radu bent his head and Cam heard the sounds of his sucking.

Angelo writhed under him, yielding for the time being. "Remind me to return the favor," he hissed through fully exposed fangs.

It wasn't the sex itself that had managed to capture Cam's interest, although it was definitely hot to watch them. It was the way Radu was completely dominating Angelo, someone Cam would have never thought would be dominated by anyone.

Dimitri was right. This was a fight. And although Angelo had won the battle on the dance floor, Radu was winning this fight hands down.

Not that Angelo seemed to mind at all.

Cam's blood was as heated as if he was having the sex he was watching so avidly. His cock felt like it would burst, the waves of Angelo's ecstasy carrying him to an undertow of rapture.

Only to plummet to earth as Radu took Cam from behind, wrestling him to the floor and rendering Cam completely helpless.

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Last updated 2/13/03

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