Changing Fortunes
Part 4
Seconds turned into minutes
and Cam began to wonder whether a boy who seemed to be making every
effort to chase him away was worth all this trouble.
After an hour, Cam decided that
no boy was worth it. Cam had played with boys for years; he supposed it was only fair
that he'd been played with himself. He
didn't care for this particular game of getting Cam all revved up
with nowhere to go. He was sure Jamie was probably getting fucked by Angelo
right now.
Well he was sorry he'd
wasted time on that tease. When Cam ran into Balint tomorrow night at
the Nocturne, he'd let his partner know that that the plan had changed: they
were gonna make this kill tomorrow night. If Cam had his way,
he'd do it now, but Jamie's little show of strength made him decide against
working on his own.
Afterwards they'd take off
from this sorry assed city, pick up their money from Sarin
and go hibernate somewhere for a while.
Hell, maybe tonight wouldn't
be a complete waste. It was still pretty early, maybe Balint
hadn't run into Angelo after all and if he was hanging out in the van,
perhaps Cam could make it up to him.
On the other hand, he knew Balint better than that and if he was as hurt as he
wouldn't tell Cam he was, he'd be with someone. Anyone.
Ah well, Cam made this
bed, he may as well lay in it. Even if he would be laying in it alone. Cam might have
been a bit of a slut but he was a choosy slut. He'd had his mind set on
Jamie. If he couldn't have Jamie, he didn't really want any other lollipop.
He'd just go back to the van anyway and maybe drink himself to sleep.
Cam walked down a block,
away from the neon lights of the clubs, where he heard the wind pick up
steam. Shit it was whipping the leaves around, whistling so badly that it
sounded like laughter.
Really evil laughter.
"Are you looking for
me, you fucker?"
It sounded like Angelo's
voice. So maybe he wasn't with Jamie after all. "You too scared to show
yourself?" Cam taunted as he drew his gun from his waistband and got his
trigger finger ready. He had no idea where his target was but he couldn't be
that far if Cam could hear him. "Come out, come out, wherever you
are," he sang out, hoping that Angelo's cockiness would make him either
flaunt himself or at least answer so Cam could tell
the direction his voice was coming from.
Cam wasn't disappointed. "Scared of a no-account, poseur
predator like you?" Angelo sneered. "Please!"
Angelo's voice was coming
from the right, about a few meters away. Cam cocked the
gun, and silently made his way towards him.
More laughter. "You
really think it was gonna be this easy? Oh no,
lover, you're gonna have to work at this. You want
me? Hunt for me. You are a hunter,
aren't you?"
Cam knew that Angelo was
baiting him to rattle him, although he wondered how the dark-eyed boy had figured
out that Cam was carrying the hit on him. He and Balint
had only been here for a day and a half and they made a point of being
discreet. Then Cam realized that he was a dumbass for
showing he was packing heat to begin with. It probably didn't take a genius
to figure out that the one with the gun was the one who would be here to kill
Angelo.
He didn't bother to deny or
admit it, though. Cam just stayed quiet and listened to the air around him,
trying to hear Angelo's footsteps as he slowly advanced towards him. Except
for the occasional rustling of leaves, there was only silence.
Suspicious silence. The fact
that it was so quiet told Cam everything he needed to know: no footsteps meant that Angelo
hadn’t moved from where Cam had heard him and that he was standing perfectly still,
probably against a tree. Cam smiled at the use of such familiar strategies. Apparently Cam’s first
suspicion about Angelo was correct. Ardoin’s rent
boy was an assassin, or at least had the skills of one.
No matter. Cam would wait
him out. Angelo would have to move eventually, even if it was just to take a
piss and when he did, Cam would put a bullet through his brain.
Then he realized how stupid
he’d been to limit himself to his ears. Angelo’s mindprint
was easy to recognize. All Cam had to do was
bring down his shield and that potent mixture of hate and desire would
broadside him just long enough for him to trace its origin and direction.
After that, Cam could find him and kill the bastard.
Only he never got the chance
because Angelo suddenly seized him from the rear; pinning the arm that held
the gun behind Cam's back. Angelo's other hand tangled in Cam's hair, yanking
his head backwards. "How do you like the game so far, sweetling?" Angelo mocked.
Cam tried to pull free but it was no use. Apparently Angelo was
just as strong as Jamie was. "Let go of me," he snarled.
Angelo laughed. "And
have you use that gun of yours? I don't think so.
Although you know what they say, the bigger the gun, the more you're
compensating for." Angelo's lips brushed against Cam's neck and to his
horror, it actually felt arousing.
In fact, Cam could have
sworn that he was feeling Angelo's mouth sucking his rapidly hardening cock
but that was impossible. He knew it was impossible but his body didn't care,
and he found himself arching his hips towards an imaginary mouth.
"You want the real
thing?" Angelo whispered.
It was a trick. Cam had no
idea how Angelo was doing it but it was definitely a trick and he was
beginning to wonder if that was how he'd lured Sarin's
Pets into bed. Or how he lured Jamie as well. As much as Cam hated to
admit it, being this close to Angelo made him dizzy with lust, his revulsion
giving way to desire. "Give it to me," Cam demanded,
ignoring the small part of his brain that was warning him that this wasn't
normal, he was supposed to kill Angelo, not get blown by him.
"Anything you say,
sweet thing," Angelo purred.
Angelo released Cam and for
a moment, he was thinking above his waist again, recognizing that he had the
perfect opportunity to blast Angelo to kingdom come. Then the sexpot with the
dark curls sank to his knees, unzipped and unbuttoned Cam's jeans, eased down
his briefs and suckled voraciously at Cam's leaking cock; causing all
coherent thought processes to fly out the window.
The gun fell from Cam's
outstretched fingers as Angelo's mouth and tongue swept Cam under their
spell, Angelo's hand pumping furiously in rhythm to his almost ferocious
sucking.
So good. Angelo was making
Cam feel so good, surges of electricity were flowing through every nerve
ending in his body, passion washing over him in a torrent.
Angelo's. And it was
reverberating somehow, bouncing from Cam to Angelo,
feeding back to each other. There was only one way this could be happening.
"You're an empath," he managed to gasp.
"Mmmm-hmmm,"
Angelo replied, sucking harder, stroking faster until Cam came with a
groan, Angelo nursing at Cam's cock until it grew still.
The release of sexual
tension brought Cam back to his senses and the second Angelo let go of him, Cam dove for the
gun.
"Looking for something,
dearheart?" Angelo taunted. Cam looked up and
saw Angelo waving the gun with a smirk on his pouting lips, but how could
that be? Cam had the gun in his hands. He opened them, just to prove it to
himself.
They were empty.
"How'd you…," Cam began to
sputter.
"Don't ask questions
you don't want the answer to, darling boy." Angelo emptied the bullets
from the gun into his palm, then handed it back to Cam. "I like
your looks and I wouldn't mind fucking you," he said as if it was a
compliment.
The goddamned nerve of that
asshole! "You are NOT gonna fuck me," Cam snapped,
shoving the gun back in his waistband.
Angelo laughed. "I said
I wouldn't mind it, sunshine, not that I would. Not that you could stop me if
I did."
"Try me," Cam growled.
"What would you do?
Trust me, my friend," Angelo grinned at him and for a second Cam thought he
saw something flash in that smile that made him shudder. "I'd kill you
before you even had the chance to lay a hand on me." He squeezed and to Cam's shock, the
gunpowder sifted between his fingers.
It was meant to intimidate Cam, but all it
did was make him want to take Angelo off guard and wipe that evil grin off
his face. "Where's Jamie?" he asked nastily. "I thought for
sure he'd be with you but it looks like he found something better."
The moonlight seemed to
reflect and gave Angelo's black eyes an almost reddish glow that made them
almost like coals. But only fleetingly before fading. "He has. But not
the way you mean. Ya chara, Obsidian.
The next time we meet, you're dead. Just like those boys."
Angelo was obviously trying
to provoke Cam by pulling these little rabbits out of his hat but it wasn't
so hard to figure out that Angelo had probably been eavesdropping on Cam and
Jamie's little tete-a-tete and heard him tell Jamie
his name. Cam wasn't sure how Angelo knew that Cam was not only
aware of Angelo's Pet poaching but was here to kill him for it. And he hadn't
realized that Angelo hadn't only been fucking these boytoys,
he was killing them. It didn't matter.
It wasn't gonna work. "The only one who will be dead, will be you, Angelo."
But Cam wasn't
talking to anyone. Angelo had gone before Cam had even seen
him move. The next time, Cam would have to sneak up on Angelo in order to kill him. But he
was gonna kill him. It wasn't even the money
anymore. It was personal now.
Cam searched for Angelo for almost an hour before he realized
that there was no way he was gonna find Angelo
tonight. Cam was tired, and enough time had passed that Angelo could be
anywhere. He had tomorrow. In the meantime, Cam would just go
back to the van and get some sleep.
Cam began to walk towards the van when he heard the sound of a
scream being smothered. It sounded like it was only about a block away or so.
He ran towards it and at
first he saw nothing. Then he looked down at the ground and saw a boy with
dirty blond hair and blue eyes. Those eyes were staring straight ahead and
weren't seeing anything because he was obviously dead. Cam squatted down
and looked closer. Someone had torn off his shirt and his body looked very
wasted, but not enough so that Cam couldn't see the "S" brand on his belly.
Sarin's brand. This boy had been a Pet.
Angelo must have just killed
this kid, but how? He couldn't have shot him or Cam would've
heard it. Could Angelo have strangled him?
Cam carefully lifted the
boy's corpse and examined his throat, looking for marks of strangulation but
he couldn't find them.
The throat had been torn
out.
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