Limbo

And....smut....

Sorry I haven't written this one in a while but hopefully the chapter was worth the wait. Thanks to everyone reading it. C&C is greatly appreciated.

For a while he just kept teasing me; licking and biting between my thighs with his tongue grazing the head of  my cock and the underside every once and a while.

Then, just as I was ready to scream, he swallowed  me down to the root and I saw the gods.

Suction like a fucking vacuum with such a tight seal I could barely thrust into that pouty mouth. I didn't know if Angelo was blowing me or trying to suck my dick off my crotch.

The pleasure was almost too much and I choked on gasps, so close. So fucking close.

The sweet sharp sting of his teeth raking over my shaft was what brought me over the edge and I came so hard it hurt. "Oh fuck," I panted.

The Curly One sucked until I was spent and lifted his mouth off my dick. "Fuck being the operative word," he hissed before pouncing cat like, pinning me down before his knee pushed my knees apart and he rammed himself inside me. No lube. No spit. No nothing.

Fuck this is gonna hurt.

Linden fucked me. I got fucked on dates. Getting fucked was just one of those things I had to do to get what I wanted.

This was violent, intense, painful and possessive, every thrust sweeping me deeper into an undertow of euphoria. I was already close to that edge and when he bit my shoulder I was gone, coming violently against our stomachs  as he blew his wad inside me. I couldn’t stand him but I was in lust. Deep, fuck-me-anywhere lust. Drinking from him at the same time he was drinking from me and our bloody, sloppy kisses, tasting my own blood on his lips nearly made me come again.

And he was fucking insatiable!

Even with a fix, I could only go a few rounds before I collapsed on my back. He pulled out of me and lay next to me, a cat who not only ate the canary but enjoyed every second of it. (Where do you toss your empties?)

Maybe I was in the afterglow but I didn't get it. "What empties?"

The boy who'd just fucked me senseless pointed to Eli's cooling body.

Yeah I guess you could call Eli an "empty" since he was empty of anything useful but I wouldn't.

Then again, I wouldn't call fixing "dinner" either. "Are you fucking crazy? Dude, I don't bring dates here!"

Angelo shrugged, got dressed and grabbed Eli's corpse and threw it over his slender shoulders. I was strong but fuck, not that strong. (I'll find somewhere to dispose of this,) he muttered and walked out of my room and out of the apartment only it was so fast that I wasn't even aware of it til I heard the door slam.

He came back about a half hour later, only I knew the moment he was in my apartment and it wasn't because I heard him pick my lock.

I felt him. Don't ask me how but I felt him. And that feeling only got stronger as he sank back down beside me. (Are you in a better mood, EnrEEke?)

"I'm not sick anymore," I replied and that was the only thing that mattered. Fucking was a close second.

(Am I leaving or staying?) Curly Q  asked me out of the blue.

"Huh?"

"Maybe you didn't hear me," he mocked in normal speech. "Am I leaving or am I staying?"

"I heard you just fine," I snapped. "It’s just a stupid question because there’s no way you’re staying here."

He got off the floor. (Guess you don’t want to know about yourself. Like what you are.) Angelo left my room and went to leave my apartment.

That fucking bastard! But I noticed he wasn’t moving as fast as I’d just seen he could and realized that he was waiting for me to stop him. So I called his bluff. "Don’t let the door hit your ass on your way out you undead blood drinking freak!" I yelled. I could have just whispered and he’d have heard me but I figured if he heard that, then yelling at him would make the other boy’s eardrums explode.

The next second I’m slammed against the wall by the fingers wrapped around my throat. "If you ever fucking scream again," Angelo hissed "I’ll give you something to really scream about!"

I’d been on the streets long enough to know that when you’re outgunned disarm, disarm, disarm. I swallowed my anger and managed to smile. "Is this better?" I whispered, risking that either would piss him off more or he’d be a good sport about it. I was counting on the latter.

And I got it.

Angelo’s fingers uncurled and released me but in a way where I was standing instead of falling down on my ass. "Wise ass," he whispered back and kissed me passionately.

 

I kissed him back with just as much passion. "You don’t have to leave…yet," I panted between kisses.



(I do,) he said softly. (Either I crash here and Sleep or I’ll have to go. Immediately.)



Now I was getting it. "I have windows," I said weakly, not having anything to offer him but wanting to stop him from going because I had a gut feeling that I'd never see him again if he took off and maybe it was just that blood calling thing he told me about but it didn't make the feeling any less intense.



I tried to think of a place where there weren't any chances of a ray of light escaping but Sex on Two Legs already walked towards my bathroom and yeah, that had no windows but all that was there was an old fashioned clawfoot bathtub and shower, along with the usual bathroom stuff.



(This'll do,) he murmured, lying down to test if he fit. He was shorter than I thought because it wasn’t even two meters and he still had room to spare.



I had a sudden thought of him lying in a coffin and shook the thoughts out of my head. "If you’re crashing here, it can’t be true."



(What's not true?) he asked with that tone I already recognized as the edge that meant the patience he was trying to keep was about to be lost.



"All that shit about soil and coffins."



Angelo nodded in such a way that told me he'd known exactly what I meant all along but had been giving me the benefit of the doubt til I confirmed his suspicion. (What am I, a plant? A flower? You're gonna water me next?)



Nice deflection to change the subject. "You're not saying it's not true."



He rolled his eyes and got out of the tub. Then he asked a whole other question. (You ever get burned?)



That came out of fucking nowhere. "You mean sunburned? Look at me dude. I only get more brown than I already am." That and my dark almond shaped eyes was what made Linden go after me in the first place. He'd said that I reminded him of the boys he used to get from what had been Asia. For all I know it still is, doesn't do me any good now.



(I mean fucking burned. Fire. You. Crispy. Got me, malaka?)



I thought a moment. "I once burned my fingertip off when I tried to light a body on fire when I got a little carried away..." I didn't mention that after another fix, it was like it'd never been burned.



(Now take that and multiply it by...oh I don't know...a thousand,) he said. (Wouldn't you dive for cover in the first place you could find where no one would look for you?)



An answer to a question I didn't ask to answer the one I did. His kind only went into the ground if they were forced to. And that included crawling into a coffin if they needed to. Ugh.



(Any other stupid questions you want to get out of the way, dearheart?)



"They're not stupid questions!" I protested as I glanced quickly at the mirror and saw him in it. So that wasn't true either?



Undead kid burst out laughing out of nowhere. Laughing so hard that tears welled in the corners of his eyes. Red tears. "What the fuck is so fucking funny?"



Angelo choked on his laughter. (You dear boy.)



"Me? You're the one with the bloody tears."



(And you’re the one sneaking a look at the mirror. Disappointed?)



Busted. "Confused," I corrected.



(Honeychild, if I don't show in the mirror that means I haven't eaten yet and you better be a good boy or I may eat YOU.)



I rolled my eyes, unimpressed. "You...eat, you show in mirrors, if you don't, you don't. That about right?"



I could tell he was bummed because he didn’t scare me but fuck it. I didn’t care enough to feel fear. (Yeah,) was all he said.



I figured, I’m on a roll, why not push it? "And all that about crosses, holy water and garlic?"



(You must be joking.)



"Nope." I needed to know these things in case those casual threats he made became realities.



(Crosses and holy water are all about faith. No faith, no glow.) Angelo continued. (Garlic? Nothing special about it but a real intensely strong smell. Anything else?)



He was annoyed and for some reason, that made me happy, "Not right now," I replied pleasantly.



(Even the questions about yourself?)



"You mean you're actually gonna answer them?"



(Ask the right questions,) he repeated from earlier that night.



"What the fuck does that mean?"



(Wrong question.)



Okay. He was being literal. "Do you actually have answers or are you just gonna jerk me around again?"



(Yes.)



Fuck it! "Yeah you have answers or yeah you're gonna jerk me around again?"



He didn’t answer. Of course he didn’t. It wasn’t a question he felt like answering.



Okay, I’d play along. "You know what I am? What am I?"



The obnoxious brat smiled with approval. (Half-human.)



Even though I wondered about myself since I gained this monkey on my back, hearing Angelo’s words still packed a wallop. "Again, what the fuck am I?!"



(Same as me. Sangsue, an old race of blood drinkers.)



I cut my eyes at him. "But I’m not the same as you. I’m alive."



(For now.)



"Do you ever do anything but threaten, you dumb fuck?"



(Not a threat.) All amusement was gone. (That’s what will happen to you if you continue as you are.)



"And that is?"



(Dying, RIco. You’re dying.)