Anjian Moceanu," Angelo abruptly said outta nowhere.

Anji stared at him. "What the fuck did you just say?"

"Your name. That is it, isn't it?

I could tell that Anji really wanted to punch his lights out, but he was too weak to even stand. He just gave Angelo a look that could freeze piss.

"We all have our pasts, mmmm?" Angelo mused.

"Nobody's called me that since... since I don't know when. Not since I came over here. How'd you..." he sputtered.

Angelo gave him a look of complete boredom and cut him off. "I know what I want to know. " He grinned malevolently at the sudden pain in Anji's eyes.

Anjian. Shit, if that'd been my name I'd have changed it too. How pansy assed could ya get?

"Moceanu," I snickered. "Where the fuck are you from?"

The pain vanished from those hazel eyes, only to be replaced by some look he had no fuckin' business giving me. "What the fuck would I possibly have to say to you?" Not just dissin' me, but the little shit was lookin' down his nose at me. Like he was better than me or somethin'.

Fuck him!

Angelo's lips curled into a Mona Lisa smile. "Mmmm," he murmured to Anji, "You're Awakening. "

Something was beginning to stink. Big time. Up until now, I'd figured Anji was your basic closet case. More fucked up than most, and kinda psycho, but that made it more fun. Now, I was startin' to wonder. This wasn't just any kid. Angelo wouldn't have gone to all this trouble for just any piece of ass.

And why was he holdin' back? Not 'cause he cared about what I wanted, that was for fuckin' sure. No, this was all for Anji. Fuck, it should have been all for me!

Enough of this doubletalk bullshit, I thought to myself. Angelo was saying one thing for my ears, but something way different for Anji's. All in code. It was meant for Anji to understand, not me, and I was fuckin' sick of it. The motherfucker was keepin' secrets from me but one was goddamned obvious. Angelo had some kinda plans for Anji later on and they sure as shit had nothin' to do with me.

This whole thing was MY idea! Anji was supposed to be the fucktoy, but I was the one getting fucked. And I didn't even get kissed first.

Anji was gonna have to go.

Now.

I knew better than to demand Angelo choose between us. He was so stubborn that he'd just choose Anji to prove I didn't own him. No, I'd have to try a different approach.

Starting with breakin' up this cozy couple, by pushing Angelo's hottest button. "You're wasting your time, dumbass," I taunted. "He hates your guts, Your sweetie doesn't want shit to do with you." Never mind the fact that I was supposed to be his "sweetie." I could easily see where Angelo's mind was headed.

Angelo glared at me, like I was rainin' on his fuckin' parade. "Not yet."

I laughed. "Not ever. He don't go that way, remember?"

"Not that he'll admit." But Angelo's voice was a monotone, his eyes completely dead. He was more of a fuckin' whipped puppy than a wolf. Real easy to manipulate, because he didn't seem to give a shit about anything now that he couldn't have his precious Anji. Made me wanna puke. I got off seein' him this way, but this Angelo wouldn't do what needed to be done.

And I knew just how to bring him back. I put my hand on his thigh. "That doesn't mean you can't get him," I purred, moving my hand up slowly.

Angelo shook his head violently, shit, he was really strugglin'. "No! Not that way!"

Hah! I knew his feelings had changed, and that just proved it! My hand slid to his crotch. Angelo was in such a deep funk, he didn't even push me away. "Ooh baby, yes," I whispered, feeling him hardening under my hand. "You want him so bad you can taste him."

"Yes." He moaned, leaning into my hand.

"That's the only way you can have him." I deftly unbuttoned his jeans.

He nodded, still a robot, but I was definitely makin' him feel better. Angelo could be so depressed he'd wanna kill himself, but he still couldn't think above his waist. Fuckin' pathetic.

"You're both fucking disgusting!" Anji called out from the bed. Good, at least whatever thing he had going with Angelo was over. However, his timing sucked. Fuckin' inconvenient. Just when I had Angelo where I wanted him, Anji had to bait him.

Not that it was gonna take much to do that. But I wanted to be the one to make him do it. To make him show how bad he wanted to please me. All this would prove was that Angelo was trigger-happy and barely in control.

Oh yeah, Angelo whirled around, his eyes wild and glittering, but walking slowly. Stalking him like a cat stalking a mouse he knows isn't goin' nowhere so he doesn't have to move real fast.

Slow enough that I could put my hand on his shoulder and snap him outta it. "He thinks it's disgusting. I don't." I unzipped his fly. "He may not want you but I do."

"You do?" The craziness was instantly replaced by this vulnerable, guileless look. Lust was there too, but it was this vulnerability that really got me. The dumbfuck really trusted me!

"Sure I do." I pulled out his dick and sank to my knees, taking him into my mouth. I knew it was makin' Anji real uneasy, which suited me just fine. But what amused me was that the way to Angelo's heart was through his cock. He was so fuckin' excited that he came almost instantly.

I swallowed, but I had to stop myself from gaggin'. I'd tasted enough cum to last a lifetime, but his tasted coppery and metallic. If I didn't know better, I could swear I was swallowin' blood. But I swallowed. And he suddenly smiled. The fucker had just tested me and I passed. It wasn't that it was gross. It was actually strangely sweet. It was just a shock I hadn't been ready for.

Angelo's eyes glowed for just a moment. Then dimmed, but I could tell it took great effort. It wouldn't be long. Then that look was back in his eyes. Completely unguarded. "You want me?"

I tried to keep my patience because I knew I'd just won a major victory. I had his heart. Finally. "I showed you, didn't I?"

Angelo gave me the sweetest smile. Docile. But then he asked me the weirdest question. "For how long?"

Huh? "What do you mean," I stalled, wondering where this was leadin'.

"Forever?"

At first I thought this was another game, another test. But Angelo's expression was deadly serious, the hope in his eyes fuckin' obvious. He was in love with me. But the set-up wasn't complete yet. "Sure, whatever you say."

Angelo's shook his head. "You don't mean it."

No! I just had him, I couldn't lose him now. "Yes I do. I'll be with you forever." What the fuck, I was gonna dump him later anyway. I'd gotten what I wanted already.

Angelo met my gaze. "Remember you said that," he said gravely. Then he giggled. "It's not like you sold me your soul, is it?"

Then why was he givin' me this real intense look, like that was what I just did?

I could tell Angelo was happy, it didn't take much to please the dumbfuck. And to prove it, he kissed me in a way that made my toes curl. He'd never done that before, and let me tell you, he'd done quite a lot.

Son of a bitch, I thought, he'd been holdin' back on me until he thought I was serious about him. And yeah, I could taste his little taste of Anji, but by now I was used to it, and it kind of got me hot. Hmmm, maybe one last bang wouldn't be such a bad idea.

I knew I had nothin' to worry about when Angelo flashed me his "I-wanna-fuck-you/I -wanna-kill-you" grin, zipped himself up and was next to Anji in seconds. "So," he licked his lips. "How do you want to die, Anji?"

Definitely, one last bang before I fucked him over. Probably right after he killed the little shit.

Angelo's finger moved the same way it had before, up and down Anji's arm, but the only thing in Anji's eyes was fear. No pleasure. He must've known his time was up. Angelo's eyes were lit up with even more craziness than usual. It seemed the more scared Anji got, the more excited Angelo got.

"I offered you ecstasy and you spat in my face," Angelo said coldly. "Now at least you fear me for a good reason. I can make it even worse," he hissed. "Make you feel so petrified that your heart gives out from beating too fast." His eyes narrowed into reddish slits and Anji began to hyperventilate, shakin' violently. "You have no idea how tempting you are now," Angelo sighed longingly. "How delicious it makes you smell. The only thing that stops me from tearing your throat out and glutting myself is knowing that it's no more real than the pleasure I made you feel earlier." Angelo's eyes gleamed and Anji stopped convulsin'. "It's cheating and I'm not that desperate. Yet."

Then, like he suddenly realized he said more than he should have, Angelo hung his head, his eyes on the floor. Completely deflated.

Made him feel? Was that what he was doin' to me all those times?

Fuck it, yeah he was. Just as easy as he turned Anji on and off like a radio. But it was real. It sure as hell felt real. Every orgasm, every climax was as fuckin' real as the hard-on I got. Just more intense.

That was it. The feelings were real, he just turned up the intensity. And a few seconds ago I got a sample of how high he could turn it up. How he did it was still a mystery and since this was the last night I'd ever see his ass, I'd just casually ask him how he did it. Probably fuckin' freak him out for him to know I even figured it out.

"I don't wanna die," Anji suddenly said, real quietly.

Those simple words snapped Angelo out of his self-pity. "Well guess what," Angelo snarled. "You fucking blew your chance for anything else!"

I had to stifle my laughter. That was why Angelo was so pissed. He actually had to stoop to "makin'" Anji feel desire! He could do his whole bag of tricks and while Anji would react like a trained seal, it would be only his body. He'd enjoy it, but would resent Angelo the whole time. And Angelo knew it. That was why he was "settling" for Anji's fear. He couldn't get nothin' else.

And now that he just showed his trump card he had nothin' left. 'Cause as scared as Anji was of him, he'd always think that pretty, slutty Angelo was just a fuckin' queer. The last thing Angelo wanted.

I knew that was how Anji saw me, and saw every guy who knew boys were better in be!d than girls. Includin' himself. I didn't give a fuck. In fact, it amused the hell outta me.

I thought it amused Angelo too. I was wrong. Angelo cared. The wimp. Underneath all that cool menace was a pussy who wanted Anji to want him and it just wasn't gonna happen. So he'd get him the only way he could. Sure enough, he grabbed a handful of Anji's hair, viciously yanked his head back and touched his lips to Anji's soft throat.

What a fuckin' disappointment! I wanted the crazy, savage creature I'd seen and instead I was gettin' this sullen little crybaby who as suckin' on Anji like a bottle. I told him I wanted him and he believed me. I wasn't enough for the fucker?

Anji's eyes were closed, eyelashes flutterin' against his eyelids. His body was completely relaxed, slack in Angelo's arms. Angelo said he'd only tasted Anji the last time. Now I could see the difference. Anji was in some kinda deep sleep, his breathing deep and even. Angelo was in fuckin' ecstasy, his eyes totally glazed over, like some junkie gettin' his fix.

A junkie gettin' his fix. I didn't care what kinda creature he was, Angelo was nothin' but a fuckin' glorified addict. All that wicked charm, even the game meant shit to him. The only thing that really made Angelo's cock hard and his eyes dance ran though Anji's veins. That meant more to Angelo than sex. More to him than I did. It didn't matter how good I was in bed, the need had more power over him than I ever could.

Now I knew why he had such a problem with me watchin' him. He didn't want me to see what a loser he really was. It fuckin' nauseated me. I wanted to look away, but like watchin' a train wreck, I couldn't pull my eyes away. I couldn't believe I wasted so many weeks on such a waste of space.

Angelo suddenly lay Anji back down on the bed. "It doesn't take that long," he said softly, noticin' my starin.'

Anji was still breathin'. "He ain't dead," I accused. "Just unconscious."

Black eyes with pink whites glittered with slight irritation. "I told you, getting rid of dead bodies is a pain in the ass. He'll be dead by morning. Besides," he wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand. "There's always the floor, Katze-mou."

That's right, he thought we were still gonna fuck. Stupid fucker.

Angelo licked off the back of his hand, and fuck, it still made me hot to watch him. He may've been a sorry fucker but he knew how to make even the smallest thing look sexy. And now he was walking towards me, oozin' sex. His face was flushed with passion, he was ready to get laid now. Angelo was really hot and bothered, he practically threw me on the floor. Not that I could've stopped him. Not that I wanted to. Screw it, he disgusted me but a good lay was a good lay. Besides, it would make fuckin' him over even more devastating.

Angelo ravished my cheeks, neck, and chest with hot, hungry kisses, sucking and biting at my nipples, I just let myself enjoy it all. As much as I hated to admit it, Angelo was good at what he did. He didn't have to *make* me feel shit, his lips and tongue did it all for him. And his mouth was moving lower...oh yeah...

"Katze-mou." Angelo's lips vibrated against my belly.

"Yeah?"

"How old are you?"

He had the knack of killin' the mood. I didn't bother askin' why he was givin' such big dick to how old I was. "Early 20's," was as specific as I was willin' to get.

"You're beautiful now, but in about 20 years or so you won't be. Beauty fades with age."

Fuck him! But I was gonna bust his bubble real soon, no need to lose my temper now. "Well unless you've got the fuckin' fountain of youth, there ain't no way around it."

"I've got something better." Angelo lifted his head to face me. His eyes had that real intense look again. Somethin' was up.

I was about to lose my patience. "What the fuck are you drivin' at?"

A different question was his answer. "What do you think I meant when I asked you if you wanted me forever? I meant forever. I'm offering you forever."

Huh? "What do you mean?"

Angelo gave me that sweet, docile smile. "I mean, I make you into something that will never age, never get sick and never die. Like me."

You don't understand yet, but you will.

Oh fuck, I got it now. I got it in spades. Everything from his "bride" crack the night before to when he asked if I'd be his forever. He'd been settin' me up for this moment all night. No wonder he was so fuckin' willin', this was his payment for lettin' me watch. The little bastard wasn't so dumb after all.

But he'd just given me the opening I'd been lookin' for. "You're sayin' you wanna make me what you are," I said calmly, pretending to consider the offer.

"Yes." Angelo's voice was just as calm but he wasn't even bothering to hide how bad he wanted this.

I couldn't stand it anymore, all the laughter I'd been holdin' in all night just came spillin' out. "You've gotta be fuckin' be kiddin!"

Angelo was hurt but he hid it. "No, I'm not."

I cupped his chin in my hands, like I was gonna kiss him. "Now, why would I wanna be a fuckin' addict like you?"

Angelo didn't say nothin' for a few seconds. Then, wap, he slammed his fist upside my head before I could do anything but drop my hands and fall back on the floor.

"Fuck me once." Smack, across my face. "Fuck me twice." By now I knew what was comin' and as much as I wanted to see him lose his temper, I was not about to let him take all that anger out on me. So I took a swing at him. Fuck it, I was a man and a man didn't fuckin' run.

He grabbed my wrist midswing. "Fuck me three times and you're dead." Angelo bent it back just a little, then let me go.

Even through the pain I could feel I that had the biggest shit eatin' grin on my face. Just the look of complete betrayal in his eyes was enough to make my fuckin' night. My fuckin' millenium.

Angelo got up off the floor and went over to the bed, wrappin' Anji up in my blanket and scoopin' him up in his arms. Guess he was gonna lick his wounds and someone else's in private.

My nose was bleedin', I'm sure my face had turned all kinds of colors, but I'd won. I broke his widdle heart. He wouldn't have lashed out at me otherwise. I'd heal in a few days. It'd take him a lot longer.

But I wanted to twist the knife even deeper. "By the way," I taunted him as he walked out the door. "I bet you don't even make it out of the parkin' lot before gettin' your next fix."

To my surprise and disappointment, he didn't get mad. He just gave Anji this real hungry look, then looked back at me with no expression whatsoever. "I'll bet you're right." Angelo hoisted Anji over his shoulder and slammed the door shut.

I waited a few minutes, then looked out the window. Yep, I was right. He couldn't wait.