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Adult ++
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Limbo 3
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I'm
sorry this took a long time, my muses are as fickle so
I'm not as consistent as I'd like to be.
Anyway, you have a little smut and next chapter will surely have more.
“Got no money so Rico’s letting me crash at his
place,” the dark eyed brat suddenly said. Really?
Nice of the little fuck to tell me that. Didn’t want to look
like an idiot who’d just gotten tricked so I just shrugged
like I invited boys to crash at my apartment all the time.
“Sweet!” Eli grinned. “We’re
bringing the party back to Rico’s!”
What was I supposed to say? No? I wasn’t really
thrilled about anyone setting foot in my dinky apartment, least of
Angelbrat..My landlord wouldn’t be too thrilled either.
“Sure,” I mumbled, beginning to really hate this
fucking song and dance.
Of course the Rolls was gone, probably stolen the minute we went into
the club. I remembered what Demonboy had said about dumping the car
here and realized that whoever stole it would get fingered for Linden,
not us. Guess being
alive…er…undead…for so long gave him
plenty of time to come up with strategies.
Then it was a five minute cab ride and we were at my place. I unlocked
the door and opened it, standing aside to let the other boys walk in so
I could lock it behind me, but Eli was the only one who walked in. Oh
yeah, that's right, Curly couldn't go inside till I said he
could. Ha! I couldn't help but
smirk. "You can't enter my apartment, can you?" I whispered as softly
as I could, knowing he'd hear me. "Invite me in," he
demanded.
"And if I don't?"
"Then you better stay in there for the rest of your life."
Gotta love how he didn't quite threaten as much as suggest a threat.
"Come the fuck in," I muttered.
"Why thank you, EnREEke," Mr. Smooth purred and walked inside.
"Fuck you," I grumbled, following him and kicking the door closed, the
lock instantly clicking in place. The latch I turned to actuate the
lock was for double security though considering my landlord was too
cheap to put in anything more than a single cylinder lock, it wasn't
all that much secure.
Our eyes were off Eli for one moment and he takes off, waiting in the
bedroom or more likely, rifling through my stuff to see if I have
anything worth stealing. I knew because I do it. But to a trick. Not
someone I’m fucking off the clock.
Eli decided I was a sucker too. Now he was gonna fuck both me and
Angelo over.
The familiar kicked-in my-stomach pain suddenly came back after taking
a nice little vacation after I fixed from the Curled One. Only now it
was even stronger and it’s like my intestines were being
wrung out by steel hands and I couldn’t take it. I doubled
over and my knees buckled and I collapsed....
Right into his waiting arms. I tried to struggle but for the first time
I could feel how much stronger he was and he had me held tight. (Soon,
Rico,) the Lovely Angel soothed.
He was talking to me with that breathless whisper that I knew Eli
couldn’t hear. Guess he was done pretending he wasn't an
undead freak. "It's easy for you," I snapped.
Like I said, I get real cranky when I'm sick.
(Because?)
"You're calling all the shots. When I fix. Who I fix from-"
(We,) the shrimp cut in.
"I fix. You...eat dinner."
(Yeah, yeah, yeah,) he dismissed with a wave of his hand. If there's
one thing I hate, it's being humored like I'm some kind of idiot.
"What the fuck," Eli suddenly called out from the bedroom. "You don't
even have a bed?"
"Nope." Beds took money, which I didn't have. Besides, with all the
moving I did, it was easier just to make a bed of blankets and pillows.
All I had were a few boxes with my clothes and other stuff. Not the
stuff I knew Eli was looking for and that was why he was bugging me
about the lack of a bed.
I had nothing worth stealing so he was more than welcome to be as nosy
as he wanted to be. Especially when having him distracted like that
meant he was totally off guard when I walked into my bedroom and
approached him. "Looking for something?" I asked innocently.
Eli jumped back as if he'd been burned. "Where'd you get that idea?"
"Maybe because you're playing vulture," I muttered.
"No, he's just being nosy," Angelo said cheerfully. This sneaking up on
me thing was getting real old. I noticed then that he was sitting on
the floor, his back to the door.
Holding it shut so Eli couldn't escape.
"Nobody fucking asked you!" Eli snapped.
Undeadhead just smirked.
Easy for him, it wasn't his hands shaking. That bastard wasn't the one
feeling all kinds of sick but I sure was and his "soon" wasn't gonna
cut it. "Don't fall into his mouth," I whispered, sliding up to Eli,
"fall into mine."
I leaned in and kissed him and he kissed me back with a soft moan,
groping my crotch. "No bed," he panted.
"Got a floor," I answered back as I kissed down his neck, my nail
already slicing so I swallowed that scream before it left his mouth.
So good. So fucking good. Like drinking pure lightning. Such a rush
that it took me a moment to realize the extra pulling at Eli's veins.
Figured.
I could only drink so much so I stepped away from Eli and let
Angelo have the rest. Couldn't help but stare and watching him was
weird to say the least. If I hadn't been doing the same thing a second
ago, it looked almost like he was kissing Eli and holding him real
tight.
Well he was holding Eli real tight but he sure as fuck wasn't kissing
him.
After what seemed like forever, Eli's body dropped from his grip like a
bag of garbage. (You like being gawked at when you eat?)
"I don't like being gawked at, period."
Short Stuff kicked Eli's cooling body to the other side of the room.
Then he grasped my chin and kissed me and a zing arced through me like
a volt of electricity. We kissed so hard and passionately that our
teeth clicked together and our tongues wrestled for control of the kiss.
We fell to the floor and worked at each other's clothes feverishly,
then slid against each other; goosebumps rising with every
touch of his bare skin on mine.
There were fucks I had. Hundreds of fucks. But not like this. Not with
this electricity. Not with this attraction. Not with this need that was
as strong as my need to fix. "What's happening?" I managed to gasp
between kisses.
"I'd think it was pretty obvious," he breathed, humping me like a bitch
in heat. Only I was also the bitch.
I punched his shoulder. "I don't mean sex. I mean why does it feel so
good with you. Why do I have this need to jump your bones when I can't
stand you?!"
"My blood calls to your blood," Angelo told me. "If you were a girl I'd
have knocked you up by now."
"Fuck that," I growled. "So this urge to fuck you into the floor is
just because we're the same?"
"Well that and we just Shared a kill," he breathed. "Both things make
us hot and bothered, though I was hot and bothered for you the moment I
saw you," he added.
And even though I thought he was just some bratty runaway at first, if
I hadn't felt so sick I would have easily jumped his bones. Didn't say
it. Didn't have to, he knew anyway.
The boy who only looked that young put his finger over my lips. "No
more talking." Then his tongue replaced his finger and talking just
wasn't important anymore.
Nothing was important but Angelo's hot mouth and tongue, exploring my
naked body from my lips to my legs, then made their way upwards towards
my cock. Every lap of his tongue left a trail of liquid sensation, it
was like being carressed with hot, wet sandpaper. Or a cat's tongue.
Made me shiver. And when that tongue licked up and down
my shaft it resonated through every nerve ending.
Sweet fuck. If fucking him meant feeling like this all the time, I
could learn to get used to his dickishness.
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