Sanctuary

Sorry this took so long but a lot happens in this chappie! If you like, please review and let me know that SOMEBODY is reading it!



I just realized that I should give warnings so people aren't blindsided so....

WARNING: Gore. Not a lot but it might squick some people.




"You've been acting weird lately. Like maybe, they got to you too."

"And you've been even more paranoid."

"Yeah? Then tell me where Rio is. I saw him leave with you but he never came back. Why is that, Nando?"

"You don't want to ask me any more. Really. You don't."

"What will happen to me if I do? Will I vanish too?"




BAM BAM BAM!

If I wasn't so beat, I'd jump so high I'd be hanging from my bedroom
ceiling by my fingernails. I'm nearly comatose though, so I can't even
muster the energy to flinch at the loud banging on my office door. In
fact, when the pounding woke me up, it took me a few moments to realize
what the hell it was. Fuck, there's so much cotton in my head it hurts
to fucking think! My veins are crawling with fire ants and no matter
how deep my nails rip into my skin, the burning itching won't go away.
Even walking takes effort. Every step is making me dizzy and unless I
walk slowly, vertigo's gonna hit me and I'll fall flat on my ass.

I guess the first thing I need to do is find out why someone is
pounding the shit out of the door. "Hold on, hold on," I shout as I
grab the jeans I threw on the floor the night before and scramble into
them. Then I shut the door to my room and walk into my office. I keep
the lights off since I sure as fuck don't need them. Besides, if
whoever is at the door is stupid, I'd rather have the advantage of
darkness I can see perfectly in but they can't.

Guess they must be deaf because they're pulling on the doorknob like
they're trying to pull the door off its hinges. "Keep your pants on,
I'm coming," I growl before opening the door.

I know it's Augie before I see that it's him. I don't know how I know,
I just know. I'd find that disturbing if I cared about anything but
getting relief as soon as possible.

My head is splitting down the middle of my face and my belly is
churning as it's being eaten from the inside. My mouth is bone dry and
there's a cloyingly sweet taste that is definitely familiar but now
it's so strong it's almost choking me. Guess I overdid it last night.

But if I fixed, then why am I so blood sick?

Augie is talking but the words aren't sinking in. His lips are moving
but even though I hear everything he's saying, it's like he's speaking
a language I just don't understand. I have to concentrate really hard
before I can comprehend that he's just told me that he was banging on
the door so hard because I haven't been around all day and he thought I
might want to pick up from where we left off last night.

Last night? What the fuck happened last night? " Pick up from where we
left off?" I repeat fuzzily. Fuck, why is my memory so shot? And did I
fuck Augie last night? I'd like to think I'd remember that. But no, he
said from where we left off. Which means we didn't fuck. But if I went
far enough with the cute kid to actually have somewhere to pick up
from, why didn't I take him to bed last night?



"Nando?" he suddenly asks me in a tone that breaks through all the fog in my brain. "What's
wrong with you?"

Damn if I know. I just shrug. "Nothing. Don't worry about it, Aug."

Augie leans in and LOOKS at me. I know he means well but I feel like a
bug being examined underneath a magnifying glass. I'd make a face at
him if it didn't hurt. "You look hammered. Did you go drinking with Rio
after I took off?"

Rio. His face flashes in my mind for a moment, which only confuses me
more. Rio must've barged in and stopped Augie's and my party, the
fucker. So why would I go anywhere with him after that, let alone go
drinking with him.  Especially since I got no booze, the only
place to go drinking would be the –

Playground. Fuck, now I remember everyfuckingthing. I didn't go drinking with Rio; I drank him.

I drank one of my fucking Sanctuary charges last night.

Shitfuckingdamnit. I hope the big bossman doesn't tear my new asshole out of my back.

Then it hits me: I had my fix last night and I'm blood sick already. No
in-betweens anymore. Now I'll have to use all the time to stop from
losing control.

Just a taste here and there and I'll be good.

Just got to stay the fuck outta the Playground and nofuckingwhere near the Black Widower.

But now I have Augieboy. And I want him. So  bad I can taste him.

Augie's eyes suddenly flash with concern. "You okay, Nando?"

I steel myself and smile as convincingly as I can. "Just a little hungover, is all."

"Nothing else?" Got to give it to Augie, he's persistent. If I don't do something to distract him, he'll press harder.

Can't have that. I give Augie my most inviting look and draw  closer. "Do you want there to be?"

Augie really wants to play the part of the concerned, caring friend,
but thank the fucking gods, his lust is stronger. And so the fuck is
mine.  So I lean in and capture his lips before he has the chance
to think with anything but his dick.

Augie moans as I deepen the kiss and lead him to my room. By the time
we're on my bed, I've managed to get  most of his clothes off.
Don't ask me how, my hands are shaking so bad it's a miracle that I'm
coordinated enough to take off my own clothes, but somehow I find the
ability to pull him down on the bed onto his back and climb on top of
him without falling off the bed.

Then he pulls my head down for a kiss and I lose myself as his hot
tongue dances with mine, languid and liquid and our bodies slide
against each other. Augie's legs begin to spread but my hand clamps
down on his knee. "Not so fast," I whisper.

It's not that I don't want fuck his brains out, I want to and I will.

But not yet.

Instead, I slide down his body and lick all over, savoring the taste
and feel of his velvet skin against my eager tongue. Augie shivers as
my mouth travels down his body until his cock trembles beneath my lips.


I flick out my tongue, teasing the head of his cock until he's gasping
for breath. "S-stop." Augie stammers as I nibble up and down his shaft.


Fuck no, don't tell me he's one of those "yes, yes, no, no" cockteases,
he's lucky I'm even willing to blow him. I'm sure Laramie
doesn't.  I swallow my irritation. For now. "You're sure?" I lift
my head and go back to kissing and licking his belly.

"Don't stop," he pleads, arching his hips so he can push himself into my mouth.

"That's better," I mutter before opening my mouth wider and going down.
My mouth is full of Augie and the more I focus on sucking him off, the
less I focus on the reality that I honestly don't care  if I never
fuck Augie.

The sexual desire spreading through me is quickly being blotted out by
a stronger need that makes me suck him so hard, he yelps and tries to
pull away but I move faster, my hands clamping down on his knees,
pulling his thighs apart for easier access.

"It's okay," I soothe, kissing his warm skin over and over, "See?"

Augie sees alright. Boys like him always see, which is why they offer
themselves. That way, they can pretend they're not just putting off the
inevitable. And now Augie sees that I'm no better than Laramie or any
other of those men.

Then again, I never said I was.

Now he's getting all scared because my I'm gripping him tightly 
and all that fear does is turn that bonfire that's been burning deep
inside me into a fucking inferno. Without even being aware of it, my
nails begin to dig into his thighs.

 "Leggo!" Augie screams, his thrashing only making me dig in
deeper until I gouge him and my fingers are slick with his blood.

"Scream all you want, dude," I tell him softly. "Both my room and
office are so soundproof, a bomb could go off and no one would hear it."

The sudden scent of sweet and sour tantalizes, torments and teases me.
Until it  tempts me so bad I can't resist and I don't want to.

I pull my fingers free and slip them into my hungry  mouth. I moan
loudly as that precious first drop sizzles on my tongue....

Then all conscious thoughts vanish as something primal slams into my
brain and I'm swept under a tide of orgiastic ecstasy I'd kill to have
forever. The rush from drinking in pure adrenaline is more powerful
than a thousand orgasms and it's like a dynamite blast to every nerve
in my body. It's an insane euphoria I gladly ride.

Until violent  cramping and sudden nausea hit me and all that
rapture disappears as I leap from the bed and barely make it  to
the bathroom across from my bed, gacking gushes of crimson into the
sink.

By the time I'm dry heaving, I'm on my knees, hugging the toilet but my
veins are buzzing and for the first time in a decade I'm alive,
throbbing with life. But if it's anything like when I really was alive,
Augie's blood won't last long and once he's used up, I'll have to use
again.

In the meantime, I have a new problem to deal with now that I'd
revealed more about myself to Augie than was healthy for either of us.
Even if he thinks I'm just into extreme bloodplay, I don't need him
yapping about it to Laramie, who would have no problems putting two and
two together. I have to shut Augie up, it's just a matter of whether it
will be the easy way or the hard way.

Then I reach the bed and see that I won't ever have to worry about Augie again.

What's left of him. Now I know why I blew chunks before. I've never, ever taken that much.

Augie is now a mess of bites and skin rending scratches. There's a
pulpy mass of meat that used to be Augie's left thigh and a gaping hole
in his throat. And he's several shades paler than when he got here.

Shitfuckingdamnit! I'm not fixing anymore. I'm feeding.  And I'm fucked.

I'm especially fucked because now I have to get rid of a body without
any help, which is gonna be fucking impossible, considering there is no
doors to the outside from down here.

Usually, D tosses corpses for me but there is  no fucking way he's
going anywhere near this one. Rio was one thing; D shared him with me.
I'd killed this Sanctuary member all by my lonesome. Verboten. The last thing I need is for D to see how much of Augie I... ate. I'll be even
more screwed if the Black Widower finds out. And the bossman? Death
would be a picnic compared to what he'll do to my ass.

I need to find some bastard of D or his cousin who's bitter over being
tossed aside for a new boy, as most of them are when their "parents"
are bored with them. They'd have no loyalty for me to worry about and
if they're pissed enough, they might even help me.

Someone like Lalo.

Like all of his kind, he hangs out at the Playground for the same
reason I do: the drinks and the sex. D should have fucked him over by
now, maybe Lalo will help me.

Maybe not. But I've got to try.

First thing to do is shove Augie's remains away in the meantime. I wrap
him up in my sheets, which are soaked in his blood anyway, then wrap
that up in a clean blanket. Then I open my bedroom closet door and in
he goes. Just another of the many skeletons in my closet.

After that, I hop into the shower, clean up and get dressed before I shut and lock my bedroom door.

"Going somewhere, Nando?" I suddenly hear someone ask.

Someone who has been a thorn in my side since he got here. "Laramie."

He clicks on the lights and gives me a Cheshire grin. "None other."
He's sitting pretty on the couch, all nonchalant, putting me on the
defensive. "Where have you been all day?"

"How'd you get in, Laramie?" I demand.

Laramie holds up a pick and pins. "That lock is really pathetic you know."

"No more than you are." I open the door. "Say goodbye, Laramie."

Laramie just laughs and stretches out on the couch. "Right after you
tell me where Augie is. Last time I saw him, he was knocking on your
door."

I play it off, ignoring the glint in Laramie's baby blues that gives me
the feeling I'm being fucked with. "Not my fault your pet went off his
leash."

But not only doesn't Laramie go for the bait, he totally changes the subject. "I told you I'd find out what the monkey was."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Laramie smirks. "On your back, Nando. What you jones for."

I can't help it; I burst out laughing. "I doubt it."

"Try me."

That actually sounds like the best idea I've had all night, considering
I'm already beginning to feel the need smoldering like coals in my
veins. Augie is almost all used up. Already. Fuck, it's much worse than
when I was a real teenager. I shouldn't need to fix so soon.

But because I do and the clawing at my belly is stronger than my
trepidation at having another body to get rid of, I give Laramie my
friendliest smile. "Why not?" I close the door and sit on the couch
next to Laramie. "Give me what you've got," I whisper.

"Or you'll take it?" Laramie asks softly.

"Depends on what you got," I reply in this dance of words, trying to ignore the growing pressure of my pounding head.

To my shock, Laramie abruptly grabs my face in his hands and kisses me hard. "How about this?"

My tongue touches the roof of my mouth, tasting. Did I taste it on his
lips? Even though I never really had the hots for Laramie, I kiss him
again, this time licking at his mouth. Moaning when I taste more and
for the moment I don't care why or how, I just kiss him for real. My
tongue licking every drop from his lips and sucking it off his tongue.

Then somehow, I manage to break enough out of that frenzy to realize he
knows about me. Laramie just managed to seduce me with his deeply
bitten lips and little pools of blood and knew exactly what the fuck he
was doing. My eyes narrow. "How do you know?" I ask point blank, done
with the verbal dance. "What do you know?"

Laramie looks so smug, I want to smack it off his face. Because that
smile is new on him but it's so familiar. The smile of a cat that has
just cornered the mouse. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replies.

Shitfuckingdamnit. I know that purr. It goes with the smile. And the
mocking tone. If I didn't know better I'd say that Laramie was hanging
around with –

No. No fucking way.

But for shits and giggles, I quickly look him up and down.

And see the telltale bruise on his throat. Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why
didn't I notice before?! All those questions that now were more like
insinuations. Laramie wasn't nosy because he feared for his life.

He's nosy about who disappeared because he's keeping track of them. So he could report about them.

Laramie was a mole planted by the Black Widower to keep tabs on me.