Changing Fortunes

Part 5

Cam had seen so many dead bodies over the years that they barely meant anything to him. In all that time, never had he seen one like this. A body that looked like it'd been attacked by a wild animal and one that was so light. It was more like a rag doll than a corpse.

Or more like a deflated balloon.

Yeah, that's how this kid looked. Deflated. As if whatever was inflating him had been drained away.

A sudden flare of ecstasy snapped him out of his ruminations. So strong that it completely flooded Cam's senses. Then the familiar blast of vitriol and desire.

Cam's lips curled into a triumphant smirk. Not only was Angelo close by, he was obviously getting laid and it'd provide the perfect opportunity for Cam to finally take the bastard out once in for all. He reached into his boot and pulled out his knife. Then he unshielded completely, letting his senses guide him to his prey.

When Cam found Angelo, the little slut was doing some prettyboy, just like Cam had thought. The boy was lying down on the ground and Angelo's face was buried in the kid's crotch, probably sucking him off like just like he did with Cam.

Taking advantage of Angelo's distraction and the fact that the prettyboy's eyes were closed in rapture, Cam crept silently towards Angelo, his knife aiming right for Angelo's right kidney.

It never reached its mark because the knife was abruptly knocked from Cam's hand so quickly that the only thing that made Cam even aware of it was the slight ringing noise the knife made when the knife hit the ground.

Angelo lifted his head from between the kid's legs. "You're beginning to get on my tits, Obsidian," he growled.

Cam suddenly found himself in Angelo's steel-like arms. "If you're jealous, you could have just said so," he mocked, crushing his lips against Cam's before Cam could stop him.

Angelo's lips were wet and slippery with what Cam thought was cum. But it didn't have the saltiness, it tasted kind of metallic and the consistency was all wrong. Curious, he licked at Angelo's mouth. It wasn't cum. If Cam didn't know better he'd say it was blood, but it wasn't just a little bit from a cut on Angelo's lips. Angelo's mouth was covered with it.

Then Cam looked down at the boy Angelo had been blowing. Just below his cock, on his thigh, were what looked like punctures.

And he was still bleeding.

Cam didn't really feel pity for the kid, but it was kind of nauseating to see…that done to him. And for what? Angelo's kink? Was what he did to Jamie in bed? Was that why Jamie left in such a hurry? Because Cam wasn't rough enough for him?

Cam wrenched his mouth away from Angelo's. "What kind of sick fuck are you?" he snarled, kneeing Angelo in the groin and causing him to double over just long enough for Cam to get away.

"You're gonna pay for that you fucker," Angelo hissed, his eyes definitely glowing red this time.

Cam was not impressed in the least. "Like that other kid I just found? Is that what gets you off, you freak?"

Angelo smirked. "You wanna find out?"

"There you are," a voice interrupted. "You were supposed to meet me back in your room, Angelo."

Jamie's voice.

Cam turned around and saw a Jamie with flushed cheeks and bloodshot eyes that were glittering as if he was high. He sure looked hyped up on something. Cam was disgusted. Had he been wasting his time on a junkie? "What shit are you on?"

A strange smile played upon Jamie's lips. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, Obsidian."

Angelo took Jamie into his arms. "I trust that you've been making our new guest comfortable?"

"Wasn't that what I was supposed to do?" Jamie retorted. Perhaps he was tired of Angelo pulling his strings. It sure seemed like it.

"That is not what concerns me, palikari. It's what you're not supposed to do that is my main concern. And you know it."

Jamie's eyes gleamed. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you didn't trust me, Angel Boy."

"Are you giving me a reason not to trust you?" Angelo's lips brushed against Jamie's. "No. That's not what I taste on you. Though I smell him all over you so I'd daresay you were making him very comfortable."

Jamie shrugged. "You didn't say anything about sex. Besides," his eyes flew from Cam back to Angelo, "it looks like you were having your own fun."

Shit! How did Jamie know? Did Cam have a big neon sign saying that he got a blow job from Angelo?

From Jamie's lover. Yeah, that was a fucking stupid thing to do. Even if Angelo didn't have the decency to look embarrassed. Or at least sorry.

"Damned right," Angelo muttered. "If I couldn't get what I wanted, I was gonna get something." Then he grinned evilly. "You're just pissed I had him first."

"You did NOT have me," Cam declared.

Both boys ignored him.

Jamie didn't rise to Angelo's baiting. "Are we done here?"

"Unless you want to fuck in front of him. And you know I'm not into shows. Besides, it's getting late and we're running out of time."

Jamie nodded. "Then let's go."

Angelo released Jamie. Then he picked up the knife and handed it back to Cam. "I'd be careful with pointy objects if I was you, Cameron. You don't want to make me bleed."

Cam could feel his mouth opening, realized he looked like a complete idiot, but he had to know. "I never told either of you my real name. How do you know it?"

"Oh, a little Gypsy told me," Angelo replied, his eyes glinting with cold amusement.

Their new guest. Balint. They had Balint!

Cam dropped all pretenses. "Where the fuck do you have him, you assholes?"

"Calm down," Jamie told him. "He's safe. For now."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Cam demanded.

"It doesn't matter," was Jamie's answer.

"Like hell it doesn't!"

"All that matters is that he returns to you tomorrow. In one piece. More or less," Jamie replied, his smile cruel. "We get him tonight."

"What bothers you more, assassin?" Angelo mocked. "The fact that we have your lover and will probably bed him, or the fact that we can just as easily kill him. And you can't do shit about it."

Cam wanted to say it was obviously the latter but he honestly couldn't because he didn't know.

To his surprise, Jamie's hand slid to the back of Cam's neck. "Call me Weasel." He kissed Cam full on the mouth and even though Cam hated him as much as Angelo now, he still felt himself responding before he managed to pull away.

Weasel. Cam realized it fit as well as Angelo fit his name. Sleek and shifty.

As if he were reacting to Cam's rejection, Weasel nodded. "I thought so," was all he said.

Weasel's crystalline green eyes looked sad. Regretful. But only for a moment before regaining their iciness. "Bye, Cameron. I hope for your sake you don't see us again. You won't stand a chance."

Then they were gone before Cam had the chance to even see them leave.

Or follow them.

Cam couldn't rescue Balint now because he had no idea where his partner was. He'd have to hope that Weasel was being truthful when he said they'd return Balint to Cam tomorrow.

After Balint was safe, then he'd kill both those motherfuckers.

But that wasn't enough. He wanted to hurt Angelo, who he still thought was running this show. To slash him so badly that he'd emotionally hemorrhage. Then he'd kill him. And he knew just how he'd do it.

Things didn't seem so harmonious between Weasel and Angelo. That could definitely work to Cam's advantage. All he had to do is find a way to use that advantage. Then the two boys would pay for what they did.

For taking what was his.

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Last updated 2/13/03

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