Sanctuary

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"I remember the first day I got here. Now there's no one left but me
and you."

"No one left of the old blood."

"Is it true? What they say?"

"Is what true?"

"You know. Why the others vanished. Where they went. What happened to them….

"Hey Nando, you get a look at the new crop we just got?" Laramie
says to me.

Isn't like I want to see him or any of my charges here at Sanctuary, he just
barged into my room.

And yeah, of course I saw the new blood; I see it before anyone else but right
now, all I care about is that I have just a little longer to babysit these fuckwits
before I can leave them to their own devices for the night. It's not like they
can get into all that much trouble. They have no way upstairs and if they manage
to get into the Playground, which is also in the basement then whatever trouble
they do get into, they'll get out of one way or the other.

Alive or dead.

But right now, I don't give a fuck about any of that because I'm blood sick
and having Laramie here is only making things worse. "Yeah, I've seen our
new members," is all I say. And I already know which one Laramie has his
eyes on, but too bad, so sad, that pretty feisty kid is already earmarked for
someone else. Not me, though I can't say I'd mind it. Nope, that boy will be
my bribe for the favor I will need eventually. Just like the one I'll need tonight,
though it won't cost me anything but my pride.

And Laramie does not disappoint me. "Shilo," he murmurs with a dreamy
smile.

Yeah, Shilo, just the right kind of boy for a man like Laramie, a young man
who fucks anything that's handy and with Shilo, he can pretend it's just a pretty
hole.

Guess that's Shilo isn't all Laramie's here to talk about because he lowers
his voice to a whisper. "Nando, you're like the ears and eyes around here."
His voice goes even softer. Like anyone's gonna hear him through the fucking
door. "You know what happened to Lalo?"

Lalo, one of the older blood, got here about six months ago. With his blond
hair and violet eyes I knew he wasn't gonna last in Sanctuary long. And though
six months is a long time for Sanctuary, it was a very short time. And I knew
what happened to Lalo. Same thing that happened to so many that passed through
Sanctuary year after year and the club upstairs.

My body suddenly tingles, every nerve ending waking up and I know that if I
don't get Laramie out of here now, he'll never leave. "Okay, twenty questions
is over, Laramie," I growl, shoving him out the door. "Go bug someone
else."

His eyes narrow, yeah, he's not dumb, he knows I never answered his question
but it doesn't make a difference. I can hear the thumping of the beats of the
technomusic which means the club upstairs is coming to life. So to speak. It
won't really get going for a few hours but everyone upstairs is stirring.

It's summer so my guess it's that it's probably about eight thirty, probably
just got dark outside. I don't plan to stay down here any longer than I have
to. So I take a shower, get changed into some tight faded blue jeans and a short
sleeved black muscle shirt, then grab my cell to call my ticket to the way upstairs
and out of Sanctuary.

I just hope he's in a good mood tonight and isn't gonna be an asshole. It can
go lots of ways with that moody bastard and all of them to the extreme. Anything
from kill to passionate sex. No halfway with that one.

The twisting in my guts stops me from stalling any longer and punch D's speed
dial.

Then I hold my breath as I hear him answer.

"What do you want, malaka?" D asks with a weird mixture of
mocking and affection.

"Same thing you want," I say with more charm than I feel.

"Is that an offer?" D's purrs.

Cool, cool, passionate sex mood. He'll be more cooperative. But first…

"Yeah, of course but I gotta take care of something before tha-"

D laughs softly, "No, you don't, baby."

It's only knowing that D holds the key to feeling better that stops me from
screaming at him. "Yes, D, I fucking do. In fact, I need it so fucking
bad that if I don't get upstairs soon, I'm gonna get it another way."

More laughter. Fucking damn him! "Don't worry, little bird, I've already
gotten things taken care of. Meet me at the top stair."

Yeah right. There was just a little problem of… "Stairs?"

"I told you, Nando," D's voice now had an edge to it. "I took
care of anything. Now get your ass upstairs or I'll drag you up here."
Click.

I don't need D pissed at me along with feeling this sick so I walk out of my
room, past all the other barrack like rooms that house the members of Sanctuary
and out into the hallway that separates Sanctuary from the Playground then towards
the front entrance of the Playground to where I see the stairs and grin. Stairs
aren't always there. They come and go at the flick of a switch.

So I run up them, hoping all the stairs stay, because the fall down would be
a bitch and sure enough, when I get to the top stair, there is D, smirking like
the fucking cat that ate the canary. "Ela!" Then his hands grab me
lightning quick and I'm suddenly upstairs behind the bar and D's flicking the
switch to make the stairs retract again.

"Thanks for the stairs, dude," I say but my words are cut off by
D capturing my lips and kissing me in a way that makes my toes curl. The passion
behind it alone is enough to get me hard but it's what I taste in his mouth
that makes it real sweet. Not even trying to be subtle, my tongue delves in
deeper for more and I moan, licking every trace I can from the inside of D's
mouth. It makes the sickness worse but it's like a delicious torture now because
it'll feel so fucking amazing when I feed that need.

"Like I said," he says softly, licking my lips playfully, "I've
taken care of everything." D suddenly crooks his finger and from behind
the bar comes this kid who can't be older than Shilo is, only that doesn't matter
to me like I know it matters to D. Cute thing too with his dyed lavender hair
and sea green eyes. He has on pale blue leggings and a dark blue tank top and
they only make the bruises he already has on his neck stand out. By the time
the night's done, bruises will be the least damage he has.

The boy eagerly walks quickly to D, his beautiful eyes big and so hungry for
D. Hungry for his attention. Hungry for his love. Wasn't sure if that included
sex but I was sure that for D, it did. He practically clings to D, who slings
a possessive arm around the kid's shoulder. "Tyler," he whispers in
his ear, "remember my buddy I told you about?"

The light goes out of Tyler's eyes like snuffing out a candleflame. "Yeah,"
he mumbles.

"That's him," D says, ignoring the disappointment in Tyler's voice.
"Nando."

Tyler looks at me, then at D and he instantly hides his face in D's shirt.
"I don't wanna," he protests. "Please don't make me." Guess
pretty Tyler is no stranger to this kinda stuff.

"Tyler," D warns and he doesn't have to say another word because
that's how badly the boy wants his approval but I'm long past caring about that
and I swallow down the pain in my body and slowly approach the kid, gently massaging
the back of his neck, soothing him.

"Just a few moments and it'll all be done, Ty," I say quietly, my
eager fingers already feeling up and groping the other side of his neck. A few
moments? Try, the minute I get him alone.

"Stockroom's already open, baby," D whispers in my ear before darting
his tongue inside and almost making my knees buckle, "but leave some for
me, nai?"

"Some," I tease, but we both know what'll happen if I don't. You
don't fuck with DJ D, the bartender and DJ of this club. The second he thinks
you are, he'll fuck you every way but sideways without lube and bash your head
into the wall gleefully while doing it.

"As for me," D says as he untangles from me, "I'm on duty now
and if I'm not at that bar by the time Ardoin shows his ass downstairs, he'll
have more than my ass in a sling." And D means it. He'll flirt, mess around
behind the bar and of course, DJ, but when push comes to shove, he's all business
when he's on duty. He reaches under the bar, where he has his Tassik 3000, so
he can slip in the disk of the mix he made in his studio near the Playground
downstairs and the thumping beat changes to more of an almost belly dancing
flavor, sensual, hypnotic.

Fuck. He's here. That's one guy I don't want to see tonight. My hold on Tyler
slightly tightens and I call out to D, "Why didn't you tell me, he was
around?"

I want to fucking slap the smirk of D's face but I know better. "You never
asked," is all he says, then starts serving his customers.

Now I was done with waiting. "Come on," I muttered, practically dragging
the struggling boy to the stockroom. I opened the door, shoved Tyler inside
and kicked the door closed behind me.

His hands shake as they go for my zipper. "Fuck no," I moan as I
push them away, "I don't want that." At least, not right the fuck
now.

Instead, I start kissing down his jaw, feeling even more excited when he tenses
up. My lips brush against his neck and his pulse runs quickly under my caressing
tongue. Tyler's fearful yet he's getting aroused with every lick of my tongue
and his heart is pounding so hard it's a wonder that it doesn't explode.

Got it. There.

My hand reaches for Tyler's crotch and strokes, hey it's only fair, he's about
to make me feel real good, why shouldn't I make him feel good. Besides, fear
isn't the only thing that'll get me off, pleasure's just as nice. Nice and sweet.
Sugar sweet. Only thing better is mixing the two and before long that terror
blurs with lust until the poor kid has no idea what the fuck he's feeling anymore.

Ready.

I stroke faster and with my other hand, I let my nail replace my tongue, then
the moment he starts pumping into my hand and gasping, that nail slices right
into him and my mouth is sucking down the scream the moment it leaves Tyler's
mouth.

The first swallow goes down nice and smooth, liquid heat singing in my veins.
Liquid lightning crackles against my tongue and floods my senses. My eyes brighten,
my breath quickens, a fucking liquid orgasm. It flows easy and I gulp it down
greedily, feeling warm and cozy.

But it's not fucking enough.

Seems that lately it's taking more and more for it to be enough but going for
more is a no go. Not enough but almost too much. Almost like having a permanent
sense of blue balls with no chance of coming.

So fucking frustrating.

I take one last swallow and smack my lips, buzzed and sexed up as fuck as I
carry Tyler in my arms, shut the stockroom door with my shoulder and bring him
back to the bar, where, surprise, surprise, D isn't alone.

Shitfuckingdamnit. Can't escape either, if I saw him, I know fucking well he
saw me and even if he didn't, D would have told him already.

And now he's looking my way, no way out, time to deal with the Devil. I plant
Tyler on one of the barstools, and then face the boy with the name and face
of an angel. "Hey," I say, being nonchalant about it.

He's not having any of it. He takes one look at me, then glances at Tyler.
And how he's woozily laying his head down on the bar. Then he smirks. "I
thought so," is all he says.

"Don't start," I warn him. "It is what it is. No more. No less."

Doesn't phase him one bit. He just grabs my hand and pulls me away from the
bar. Non too gently either. I try to free myself but he just tightens his grip
and there is no way I can yank my hand free. He leans in towards me until we're
a breath away from kissing. "Don't even try it," he hisses.

D's amused as hell, which surprises me because he usually gets pissed when
his cousin fucks up his plans. "Have fun," he drawls before going
off to serve another customer.

Fun? Not that I don't like D's cousin but I'd rather drink a bottle of formaldehyde
than have the talking to I'm about to have.

Like the basement, the upstairs club has its secret entrances that stop the
riffraff from getting to more private places.

Like the place he's taking me. His room.

No stairs that disappear here. Just knowing the right way to stomp on the floor
will make the back wall swing around to the stairs, then another stomp moves
it back in place. After that it's just a matter of going up those stairs, opening
the door and going down the corridor to his room.

He shoves me inside then shuts the door behind me, pointing to the bed. "Sit."

Nothing sexual about it, the bed is the only furniture he has to sit on. And
I know better than to argue with him. He's not called the Black Widower for
nothing. So I sit. Then I wait.

He doesn't sit with me, just stands, locking eyes with me. And he doesn't fuck
around with small talk. "You can't go on like this much longer, sweets."

"I've been doing it for ten years, what's the difference?"

He smirks. "You tell me, sport."

No fucking way, I'm not about to let him trap me. "Nothing to tell."
And it's true. I've got nothing to tell him.

"Then let me." He moves faster than I can see and suddenly pounces,
knocking me onto my back and pinning me. "Your in-betweens are getting
shorter. What is it now? Twice a month?"

Yeah, that's about right. Every other week in between hits. I remember when
it'd only been a few times a year. Wasn't that long ago. Year. Two years ago
at the most.

But it doesn't matter. "I'm not doing it so you might as well save your
breath."

His dark eyes flashes with the first sign of irritation. It will only get worse
before we are done. "It's not a matter of if you'll do it, it's a matter
of when, you idiot."

"I know that," I snap. "I know what will happen, I knew that
when you did this to me."

He snorts. "I saved you, vlaka." He sighs with exasperation,
gets off of me and flops down on the bed on his back. I could get off the bed
and walk towards the door but it would be a waste of time. I'd never make it
out of the room alive. "You forget how you were when I found you?"

Ten years ago. Seventeen, homeless and desperate, with a two year habit that
could never be satisfied, no matter how many tricks I turned. Had it worked
out though. I just made sure all my customers were married guys. Less chance
of catching some disease and more important, less chance of them calling the
cops after I was done with them.

Even with no cops, my actions hadn't gone unnoticed and when the Black Widower
offered me a choice between letting him do something that would nearly kill
me or having him just kill me, it was a fucking no brainer. Especially when
he told me I could feed my habit without the nasty habit of upchucking afterwards.

Wasn't all good though. Yeah, I could take so much more and the buzz was fucking
fantastic. Yeah, because the doses were bigger I had to fix less often. But
it cut down my lifespan and I needed those bigger doses because the withdrawal
was worse.

So "saved" isn't exactly what I'd call it. "I was a junkie when
you found me. I'm still one. So?"

"You'd be in a fucking loony bin by now if I hadn't fixed things so don't
give me shit about it." His dark eyes gleam. "That fix isn't working
anymore, Nando. You can't go on like this much longer."

I sigh, knowing he's dead serious. "How long is 'much longer?'"

Before he has the chance to answer, D comes barging in, his shift must be over.
But he isn't alone. In his arms naked is the half conscious Tyler. "You
never got yours, cousin."

D's cousin shrugs. "Not from your little toy."



D laughs, kicks the door closed and dumps Tyler on the bed. "You want him
and you know it, baby."

"Perhaps not as much as our friend over here," The Black Widower
says with a smirk, looking straight at me.

I could leave now. I've already fixed once, that should be enough. "I've
had him already," I say in this real bored tone to the two cousins. A tone
I've perfected in my decade running Sanctuary.

D laughs even harder. "Not this." He saunters to the bed, sits besides
us and his hand slides between little Tyler's legs and gives his cock a little
squeeze, making Tyler wake up and moan, before releasing him. "You cheated
yourself, Nando."

"Like you did anything but fuck him, Dimitri," his cousin snickers.

D punches his cousin on the shoulder. "I Pleasured him too, asshole."

"You sweetened him," The Black Widower corrects, then licks his lips
hungrily.

D leans over and teases his cousin's lips with his tongue, letting it flicker.
"I left enough for us to Share, Angelo." Then he grins at me. "All
of us."

Yeah, they fuck all the time. Trust me, with everything else that happens at
the Nocturne on a regular basis, incest is nothing major.

D's cousin isn't saying anything because his mouth is busy, sucking and biting
Tyler's nipples. Tyler is now writhing under the Black Widower's magic lips,
gasping and moaning loudly as his mouth moved lower until D's cousin swallows
Tyler down whole.

I'd be lying if watching Tyler get blown and groped doesn't get me hot and
it it's not like I am not already there from fixing earlier. D isn't far behind
and he reaches for me, leaning over and practically knocking me down on my back
on the bed, kissing me deeply and working at my clothes.

Within moments, both D and I are naked and making out passionately and suddenly
Tyler cries out in pain as D's cousin starts sucking something else.

Now the Black Widower is the one who's moaning and my dick hardens again, my
mouth waters and I instantly want more because I know what's making him so excited.

Suddenly the scent hits me in the nostrils and D's cousin is pressing his sticky
sweet lips to mine. So sweet. So good. My tongue flicks out and I lick his lips
clean before shoving my tongue inside his mouth to get more.

D snorts. "You want it so bad, little bird, go and get it." He glances
at his cousin who is now kissing down my neck. His frosty blue eyes briefly
glint with jealousy and I don't know which of us he's more jealous of, me or
the Black Widower. But just as quick, the look fades and he smirks at the other
boy. "You didn't take it all, did you?"

His cousin rolls his eyes "You're the pig, Dimitri, not me."

"Please, Angelo, you can make quite a pig of yourself when you want to,"
D replies with a snicker.



The Black Widower just laughs and doesn't deny it. He knows better.

D doesn't say a word but he doesn't have to. Our eyes meet, he rolls off of
me and the two of us move towards the terrified Tyler. The kid tries to back
away on the bed but D flips him onto his belly.

I usually like to find my own ponies but I'm not gonna turn this one down.
No fucking way. Since D had him already, I won't need anything to ease me into
this saddle. I prefer it when they want to be ridden but gotta admit, it won't
stop me.

Hey, I never said I was a saint. I could never run Sanctuary if I was one.
Not really evil either. Just call me….

An opportunist. My fingers run lightly over his asscheeks and I climb on top
of him. "Be a good little pony," I whisper in his ear before raising
my hips and he screams as I plunge deep inside him.

"You wanna use your mouth that bad you little fucker?" D grabs Tyler
by the hair and forces his head up off the mattress. "Try this." He
shoves his rigid dick inside the boy's mouth and fucks it as I'm fucking his
ass.

D's cousin shakes his head. "Overkill, isn't it?" But his heavy breathing
betrays how turned on he is.

My pony is choking with D crammed into his mouth but by my buddy's groans,
I know Tyler knows what to do. Good thing too because D can be real nasty when
he's disappointed.

D thrusts back in forth in rhythm to my thrusts inside the kid which only makes
the pleasure inside me rise higher, arousing me more until my blood is boiling
in my veins.

Until it boils over and with one last shove, I come inside my pony, my nail
already slicing at the side of his neck.

D's not far behind me and he comes with a noise that's between a moan and a
snarl, pulling his cock from Tyler's mouth but keeping his head back.

Gotta have easy access after all.

Then both of us finish him off, drinking little Tyler down like a frozen Margarita
on a broiling hot summer day: sweet, refreshing and intoxicating.

D's drops Tyler's body like a sack of garbage and pounces on me, devouring
my mouth and his cousin won't be left out so our limbs tangle on the bed, our
hot and sweaty bodies sliding against each other with both cousins focusing
their attention on me.

Even though D is my fuckbuddy most of the time, I'm very familiar with his
cousin's wicked mouth and hands who are now working their magic all over my
body as I latch onto D's lips and kiss him like I'd die if I don't.

It's at times like this that I wonder if it's worth it to fight so hard when
the ecstasy can be so fucking amazing. The high would be through the roof, the
sex would be beyond bliss and I'd never need anyone's help to get upstairs from
Sanctuary again.

Then I look at the Black Widower and I remember why I won't do go all the way
until I absolutely, positively have to.

If I do, he won't just be my boss. He'll be my Master. And I will do anything
to avoid that from happening.

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