I woke up the next night alone, in complete darkness. I thought my eyes were fucked up because the clock was flashing 6:00 PM. I rubbed them and looked again. 6:00 PM. I slept the whole fuckin' day.

What the fuck happened last night? I felt wasted, but didn't remember drinking anything. I didn't remember a damned thing. Not only that, but I could barely lift my head from the pillow without the room spinning. I had a hangover and a blackout without the booze.

I didn't like this one fuckin' bit, I needed to remember.

Click. The light went on but *I* didn't do it. That woke me up damned quick. "Who the fuck is in here," I yelled out like a dumbassed idiot, considering that whoever was there could have blown my head off. I didn't care. I probably should've, but, as usual I didn't give a shit.

Laughter. Familiar, but I didn't know who the fuck it was. Then I suddenly did, but I couldn't place the name or face. Fuckin' weird.

"Over here, dunderhead."

I managed to lift my head, looked in the direction of the voice and saw a beautiful kid crouched catlike on the windowsill. I did this kid last night, I vaguely remembered making him moan with my caresses, just like all the others.

But something wasn't like all the others. Think, think…

The club. I met him at this gothy club and let him get me off.

My body suddenly shuddered in ecstasy as I felt him sucking and biting my nipples, his hot hungry mouth moving lower, seeking my rigid cock…

But he was still on the windowsill. Memory was trickling back, at least that one. He didn't have to touch me to make me cum. Fuck that. "Stop the shit now, you freak."

He shrugged. "You definitely have a way with words, Katze." But the black eyes unfocussed for a moment and I didn't feel him doing me anymore.

I smiled nastily. "Good. Now, why don't you make like the wind and blow?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You mean like I did last night?"

"I mean like, get the fuck out of here!"

He pouted, shit, he looked so cute when he did that, it wasn't fair. "But you want me, Katze-mou. Even now. Even more so."

And I did. But I wasn't about to admit that to the little shit.

Something occurred to me. "The door was locked. How the hell did you get in here?"

"I have my ways, and for your information, dearheart, I can come and go as I please. You invited me and one time is all I need."

I glared at him. 'Well I'm kicking you out. Uninviting you."

"Sorry, it doesn't work that way, only the one who truly lives here can do that, and it isn't you, sweet Katze," he mocked. He ran his tongue over his lips. Made me fuckin' hot. "You were very sweet. Even if you do smoke too much."

Who the hell did he think he was? "I'll do what ever I want to, asshole."

More laughter. Then I felt something warm curled spoonlike against my back. He snuggled closer under the covers. "You don't really want me to leave." His tongue caressed my neck, but it reverberated throughout my body.

I realized this was different. Somehow, he was taking whatever he was doing and making that sensation travel.

Two wicked cool tricks. And I bet he had more up that sleeve of his. "How'd ya do that," I sighed, giving into the pleasure.

At least for now.

Of course that was when the little tease decided to stop. "If I told you," he whispered against my neck, "I'd have to kill you." I'd heard those words before, hell, it was a cliché. But something about the way he said it gave me the chills. He was dead serious.

And he was calling all the shots. Again. Screw that!

"Oh?" I turned around to face him, pressing my body against his. Oh yeah, baby, he was as hard as I was, I got him just where I want him. I smash my lips against his, kissing him deeply..

Then ripped my mouth away. "You're mouth," I spat, "It tastes like,"

"Like what, honeychild," he mocked, black eyes glittering with cold amusement.

Like…oh fuck! Now I remembered everything. His name. Bringing him back here. Getting him hot and bothered.

And his kiss. Prickling needles becoming exquisite agony, his lips moving sensuously against my neck, his sucking and lapping as arousing as if he was blowing me, even more, the ultimate, until weakness overcame me like molasses. Slow, sweet and heavy.

"Ah, it's all coming back to you, mmmm?"

Shit. No wonder I felt so tired now. But, hold on a fuckin' minute, this had to be some trick. There was no such thing as a-no, I wasn't even going there. "You're good, Angelo," saying his name for the first time that night, "But you're a Goddamned fake."

"Am I?" He seized my wrist. "I thought you were different. A true predator who recognizes an opportunity when he sees it, not a sniveling dog who comforts himself with safe lies to feel superior." He squeezed and it took every ounce of self-control not to scream. Angelo didn't quite break my wrist, but it was obvious that he could've if he wanted to. "Maybe I should have killed you when I had the chance." He smiled cruelly. "I still have the chance, but not tonight, I've already eaten, but any other time, vache. I can easily find you, I know your scent. Or perhaps you'll go to the one place I can't get to you, where you truly live, go back to Mommy and Daddy." He laughed nastily. "I'd kill them, but you probably want me to, sweetling."

I slapped his face, fuckin' stupid, I admit, but he really pissed me off. "Shut the fuck up," I said calmly. "You didn't kill me because you want me. You can blow all the smoke you want, beautiful, but you wanted me from the second you saw me. And I believe you're the real deal but you sure as hell weren't faking when you were practically begging me to fuck you last night."

"I never beg," Angelo retorted.

Ooh, I struck a nerve, but rubbing his nose in it would not get me anywhere. I'd have to reel him in, nice and smooth. "No, you don't have to. Even without your fancy tricks, I'd say you can have your pick of any boy you have the hots for." I paused for a second. "It *is* boys, right? I get the feeling you only do girls when you have to. When you have nothing else on the menu."

"You can say that. In more ways than one. But if I have a choice," Angelo's hand slipped to my crotch, "I prefer this."

I smacked his hand. "You don't fuckin' learn."

"Apparently," he growled, "Neither do you," His eyes narrowed into glowing red slits."

Fuck, I did it again! I had to control my temper, had to remember that if he was as easy as the others I'd have no interest in him.

Shit, that was it! "But that's why you're here," I purred, "You wouldn't want me if I was easy."

"You're implying that I am?" His words could've cut steel.

Had to unruffle those feathers. "Far from it. I'm saying we're different from anyone else. We're wolves in a world of sheep, and you're as tired of them as I am." As I spoke those words, I had to admit they were true. As much as he pissed me off, that arrogance was what made me want him, to conquer him.

"Perhaps, you should stick to sheep, Katze. They're easy prey. I will warn you only once. Nothing will be as it appears. And while I admit, you're a very good player, I've been playing much longer and for higher stakes. Do not underestimate me and don't fuck with me. You won't like the endgame."

The little bastard had just made a fatal mistake. He talked a big game but underneath it all, he was a scared little kid who was trying to scare me off so he wouldn't get hurt. I'd found the weakness I'd been looking for. Once I coaxed down his wall, brick by brick, and got him to trust me, he'd break real easy. And I'd bag my biggest trophy.

Not that I wouldn't enjoy him in the meantime.

"Are you saying, 'don't fuck me,'" I slipped my hand under his shirt, "And here I was wanting to fuck your sweet ass." My hand moved upwards, shit, his nipples were hard already. I also noticed something else. "You're warmer."

"Mmm-hmmm, I told you I took care of that before I got here."

I stopped mid-tweak. "Huh?"

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to, sunshine."

That was one habit he had that was gonna get old real quick. Clamming up when he didn't want to answer me. This time, I kept my temper in check. "I want to know everything, pretty thing."

"Oh, I just bet you do."

I ignored the bitchiness and oozed sincerity. "I really do."

And I did. The more I knew, the more I could use.

Angelo shrugged. "Whatever. Let me put it to you this way, dearheart. When I went home with you last night I was cold. But you warmed me up." His eyes gleamed with malice. "If you need it spelled out any more than that, you're a bigger moron than I thought."

His insults meant shit, but the words were slowly sinking in.

I warmed him up, and he was warm now.

*I took care of that before I got here.*

*I've already eaten. *

Flaunting what he was without actually saying it. Had to admit, I liked his style. Quietly menacing. "I don't know which way I like you better."

Angelo chuckled. "I think that's what I love about you, Katze-mou, you know what I am, but it doesn't phase you one bit." He flashed me a smile that got me hot and freaked me out at the same time.

Lover. Killer.

Then he put my hand back on his tit. "You didn't have to stop, you know."

"If you take your shirt off, I can do much more."

Angelo's eyes softened. "Sure, *glike mou.*" I removed my hand and he took off his jacket, threw it on the floor, and slipped his tank top over his head. Then he unzipped his jeans, pulled them down to his ankles and kicked them off. "Is this better?"

Fuck, yeah! Absolute flawlessness. Fuckin' perfect with his washboard stomach, nicely muscled abs and pecs, and his dusky nipples that were standing at full attention.

"Just one more question,' I gently lowered him onto the bed, "You call me 'Katze-mou, and 'glike-mou.' What do they mean?"

He shrugged. "Endearments, basically. Glike mou is sweetie, mou itself means, mine. " Angelo grinned wolfishly. "I cheated you last night, didn't I? Now, show me what else you can do with that mouth of yours besides talk."

With any one else it would have taken the fun out of everything, but he *had* to ask for it, Angelo had just surrendered. I'd just won a victory.

So, I showed him. My mouth ravished his body, starting at those perky nipples, flicking and teasing them with my tongue.

"Harder," he demanded, "Devour me."

No fuckin' way did I like him telling *me * what to do, but again, I'd just won a major concession by having him in this position, I could afford to be generous.

Besides, the more I pleased him, the quicker I'd get him.

I sucked his nipples, hard, real hard, and moved my way down, assaulting his chest and belly with kisses and bites. The harder I bit, the more he moaned.

"You're into pain," I remarked, mentally filing this information away for later use.

"Not pain," he sighed as my lips brushed below his belly button. "I just need greater stimulation. And you're doing it just right."

Natch, I always do.

I played with him just a little longer. Then his hips arched up to meet my lips and I took him into my mouth, practically swallowing him whole.

His cock was twitching, it wouldn't be long…

"No, no more," Angelo gasped.

Screw that! I went to finish him off.

"If we go any farther I won't be able to control-"

His words were cut off by something that sounded like a cross between a snarl and hiss and before I knew it, he'd pulled out of my mouth, cummming violently on my blankets, and sank his teeth into my neck.

Pain seared into every nerve in my body-but not the orgasmic pleasure I felt last night.

Then, just like that, the pain was gone.

I lifted my head to face him. The eyes were glowing a little but they weren't meeting mine. They wouldn't meet mine.

I'll be fucked. Angelo was ashamed. I didn't think he was capable of it.

The fires in his eyes dimmed and Angelo licked his lips. Licked my blood from his lips, but they were still stained. "I'm sorry," he apologized.

Soft and vulnerable. I could break him now but that would be too early, too easy. Besides, he looked so beautiful, now, so angelic, yet so wanton.

"Why'd ya stop," I asked.

Angelo stared at me as if I'd gone nutso. "You're lucky I could. I usually don't bother." His eyes hardened. "Maybe you want the pain back, too."

That was when I realized that Angelo wouldn't just break, he'd snap. However, knowing I was dealing with a schizo about as stable as a three legged table excited me even more than it scared me.

How far could I push him? What would he do? The possibilities were endless.

But that would be later. First, I'd have to gain his trust. "I don't mind the pain, babe, as long as I get the good stuff after."

His response was to kiss my neck and murmur, "First the spice, then the sugar," before I felt the sweet sting pulsate straight to my groin and became swept away in an undertow of euphoric rapture.

It wasn't just sex. It wasn't just ecstasy. It was like every orgasm I'd ever had in my life had been glomped together in one huge jolt of pleasure. Nothing could compare to that.

In no time flat, it was over, but I didn't feel the same weakness. "You didn't-"

Angelo put his finger against my lips. "Ssh, I only tasted you."

"Tasted me?" What he was didn't phase me. Being talked about like I was some kinda snack, did. "What am I to you?"

This time, Angelo's eyes met mine. "My lover," he said softly, "If you want to be. Not dinner."

Damned fuckin' right.

"But my sweet, it's a package deal. When I juice someone," he saw the puzzled look on my face and explained, "When I drink from them, I get hot and bothered. Very, very hot and bothered. That's' why I'm here now." He grinned lustily. "But it goes both ways. When I get hot and bothered, let's just say I get hungry for more than sex." Angelo stroked my cheek. "You are one of a select few that can get me to that state. If I hadn't juiced already, I would have killed you. If you were anyone else, I probably would have anyway. The best way to describe it is my way of completion. Consummation.

"Cumming," I translated, "Though you fuckin' well did that anyway."

He laughed. "I did, didn't I?"

I understood more than he thought. He was telling me something I already knew, I was a stud, and it meant a lot to him. And he called me his lover. "So, you want me, beautiful?"

Angelo smiled. "Yes, sweet one, I want you."

Then he took me into his arms and proceeded to prove it to me.

Fuckin' A! By the end of the night I had bruises under both tits, between my thighs and fuck knew where else. I won't go into details, shit, you know the deal, but I will say he left me with a huge smile on my face.

And it wasn't the blood loss that exhausted the fuck outta me. Fuckin' insatiable. It was take a lot of fucking to keep him happy.

Yeah, he fucked me. Quite thoroughly. Wouldn't let me tho', said I had to earn it.

All fine and dandy. When I was done with him, I'd fuck him so raw, he wouldn't be able to sit for a long, long time.

The Next Week

Time basically meant shit after that.

Correction, days meant nothing. And everything.

They were boring, I had no job to go to, nice unemployment checks coming in nothing to do. But they were mine. I could go wherever the hell I wanted, fuck who I felt like, and go wherever I wanted.

Big fucking deal. No one else got me off anymore, that pretty made anything or going anywhere fucking useless.

I tried. Fuck knows, I tried every pretty thing I could get my hands on.

When that didn't work, I went to the rough side of the tracks. Oh baby, there were cute faces and hard bodies packing that heat, and I knew which one of those gang bangers would go one way or my way. For every punk who wanted to jump me, I could always find another who wanted me to jump their bones. Rough trade was a nice change, and by the time I was done with them, they wanted me.

Everyone wanted me.

They were okay. A good bang, but not good enough, and it wasn't long before I'd start looking at the sky, waiting for it to get darker, because I knew when the sun went down, Angelo would come to call.

Just knowing that was enough to make me hard.

The days were mine, but after a while, I didn't bother with them. I had no real reason to be awake then. I slept through most of 'em, waking up around five, so I didn't have long to wait.

The nights were his. Period. It was never said, or even fuckin' implied. But from that first night on, he had me during the nights. Because I wanted him to.

Oh he came around when he felt like it, usually after he did someone else. And when he said juicing someone's ass made him horny it was no joke. He'd be all sweet and wanton at the same time, peeling off his clothes in seconds and pouncing all over me. I loved him in bed, loved how fuckin' good he made me feel. I hated that he called all the shots, And that he could make me come whenever the hell he wanted to.

I also found out that he really *did * have a sexual appetite. Literally.

One night, when he didn't show up, I got pissed off and went looking for him. I kept telling myself that I was irritated that my little pet was going to someone else's bed to play. I wouldn't admit that I felt cranky. Bitchy. Like I was on the rag.

Or going through withdrawal.

Well, I was gonna find him, and sure enough, in Charon's parking lot, there he was, on his knees, giving some Twinkie the blow job he should've been giving me.

Now, I could've done the betrayed lover scene and interrupted them, but I'd already gotten an example of Angelo's temper and while I wasn't scared of him, I wasn't stupid either.

No, I waited in the bushes, and as soon as the Twinkie went staggering away, I confronted the little slut.

Who was as high as a kite. Angelo gave me a little wave. "Hi, sweet thing."

I took one look at those glazed eyes. "You're fuckin' wasted."

"You could say that," he giggled.

"And you're two-timing me."

"No, to be two-timing you, you'd have to be my one and only and sweet Katze, I never promised you that."

The fucking whore. "What shit are you on?"

"Sex." He collapsed in a fit of giggles. "Took too much, tho'."

"Too much, what," I demanded.

Angelo made a dismissive gesture. "Never mind."

"Try me."

"Sex energy. I hadn't had any since we've been dating and I took too much. I'm practically flying, babycakes."

"What the fuck do you mean by 'sex energy?' Sounds like an excuse to fuck around on me."

He was getting impatient. Good, that meant he was sobering up. It was no use bitching him out when he was in this state. Come to think of it, it didn't work when he was sober. Angelo gave me a lewd smirk. "Come here, I'll show you." His hand reached down between my legs and I hardened instantly at his touch.

"Yeah," I sneered, unzipping and pulling out my raging hard-on, "Show me, you fuckin'cocksucker." Give me what's coming to me.

Just like with the Twinkie, he sank down to his knees, but he teased me, licking and nibbling, cupping his hand around my cock, moving up and down, faster and faster until I gasped, "Suck me."

And he did. Took me into his mouth and I immediately became drunk with overwhelming desire, lust, fuck I was gonna cum hard and fast.

Only I never got to. As soon as I reached that point he sucked even harder and I suddenly *felt* him inside me, inside my head, my soul, and he took everything…the passion, the pleasure, everyfuckingthing, and I fell into his arms, hollow and drained.

"Sorry," he kissed my mouth softly, only now did I notice it was ice cold. "It was the only way to prove it to you, you wouldn't believed me otherwise. I won't do it again." Angelo placed me on top of the hood of my car. "I'm going to let you sleep now. I've had so much I won't need to juice tonight, but you need to recover."

I woke up the next night in the bed. Apparently, he'd put me in the car and drove me back here.