Dragon

Author’s Note: This is dedicated to the destruction of Windows Vista. Burn in hell, Vista, BURN IN HELL! Why? Because I lost several pages and had to retype them because goddamn Vista shut down on me!

Warnings: Fingering, Masturbation, HJ, Oral, Anal, M/M, Lang, Blood play, Death, and very slight Necro.

"He who fights too long against dragons becomes a dragon himself; and if you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss will gaze into you."
- Friedrich Nietzsche

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Fierce red eyes watched with cold disregard. Unblinking they filleted me open and watched my insides quiver. A shiver of excitement ran down my spine and I felt in awe of the withering creature before me.

Sharp gasps pierced the air accompanied only by the faint ticking of the clock from the bedside table and before me was a large black dragon tearing itself out of flesh. Its three toed hand stretched out towards me either seeking my help or threatening to kill me—I’m not sure which—and left a violent blood trail in its wake.

The edges of my vision blurred as I thrust up into the willing body above me. They were so tight—tighter than anyone I had ever been in before—and their muscles squeezed around me like a giant coiling snake. I reached out and placed a hand on their back, feeling them shudder in pleasure at the touch. The scales of the dragon were cold and slick beneath my hand and I watched with morbid fascination as they shuddered and twitched along with their skin.

My mind was dazed and I struggled to remember just how I had gotten here and who I was fucking. The woman, no, man—I’m not sure which—twisted their hips in just the right way and I let the thought go with a groan. Whoever they were they certainly knew what they were doing and I stopped caring about the details. What mattered most right now was achieving release and taking this androgenistic beauty with me over the edge.

I moved my hands back down to their hips and they shifted in such a way that allowed me to thrust up into them while still allowing them to contribute to the effort. Crying out they rode me hard and fast, demanding more than what I was already giving them and I vaguely wondered if I’d be enough to fulfill this quivering beast or if they’d devour me alive and still be left wanting. Either of those scenarios only served to increase my desire and I felt the familiar coil building up deep within my abdomen.

Time passed quickly for a moment in a flurry of motion, frantic thrusting and groaning being at the forefront before everything froze. A rushing sound filled my ears as my lover stiffened above me and threw back their head, sending a cascade of black hair over their shoulder to blanket the raging dragon as they drew themselves impossibly tight around my trapped member.

I gasped and squeezed their hips with such force that I must have left bruises and thrust up into their body a few more times before exploding. With a groan I released my seed within their tight channel and felt the world spinning in response to my orgasm. The blurred edges of my vision drew darker and the last thing I was able to focus on were those piercing red eyes peeking out amidst a sea of hair.

The shrieking of the alarm clock pierced my clouded mind and I released a grumble before smacking it with such force that it flew off the table and hit the floor. The beeping paused for a moment before continuing, letting me know that the impact with the floor had caused it to reset itself. I cursed and pulled a pillow over my head to drown out the sound as I tried to ignore it. It didn’t do me any good.

A minute later it stopped and I sighed in relief at the reprieve. My head was killing me.

Groaning I sat up and winced as the movement caused my head to throb and silently cursed the fact that I had drunken way too much last night. A good friend of mine, Kian, had dragged me out to celebrate the fact that he had gotten a new job and any sort of celebration with Kian always consisted of alcohol at some point in time.

So, faithful to past occurrences, Kian chosen to go bar hopping in a district that would send most parents screaming at their kids for even thinking about going down there. The bar we had ended up staying in for most of the night had an oriental theme to it with large metal wall sculptures of dragons above the bar area.

I couldn’t recall much more of the night but the metal dragons stuck out to me for some reason.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and grimaced at the sticky feeling around my groin. Apparently I had brought someone home with me. That in itself was strange, I always avoiding bringing someone back to my apartment to have sex. In fact it had taken Kian almost three years before I even allowed him come over, and that had been back when I was still living with my parents.

Getting up I looked around for any trace of my mystery partner. I didn’t find any, not that that was too surprising, but it still bothered me that I had no recollection of who it had been. Nothing was missing though so it didn’t really matter. One night stands weren’t too uncommon for me anyway.

Stepping into the bathroom I turned on the shower before downing several pills that would hopefully get rid of the tiny construction workers jack hammering in my skull. Hangovers were a bitch. I climbed into the shower I leaned my forehead against the cool tiles as the warm water rushed over me.

It was Saturday if I remembered correctly and that meant that I didn’t have to work today. That was a good thing too, since I’d have to call in sick if I did, but years of being friends and drinking buddies with Kian had taught me never to go out with him unless I didn’t work the next day. It never worked out and no matter how many times I vowed not to drink with him Kian always found a way to talk me into it.

With a groan I pushed myself back and scrubbed myself clean. Thankfully I didn’t have to deal with a morning erection thanks to my hangover and I was able to take my shower in relative peace. I didn’t bother with my hair though. It just didn’t seem worth it. Kian was always telling me I should do something with it but I just didn’t see the point. I could find a lover well enough on my own and my job hardly called for fancy hair when working with coffee grinds at a privately owned café.

My life as a bachelor was a relatively easy one. I went to work every weekday, paid my bills, and went drinking with Kian every weekend. It was a nice routine I felt no need to interrupt with complications. Girlfriends, or boyfriends for that matter, were complications.

Everyone I had ever gone out with always wanted more from me than I could give them; more time, more money, more sex, more affection—it was never ending. Finally I just stopped dating and made due with one night stands and the occasional sex friend.

Kian fell into neither of these categories.

We’ve been friends for almost a decade now, having met in high school, and although we had experimented in kissing it hadn’t gone much beyond a few drunken gropings. It wasn’t that Kian unattractive or anything like that, quite the opposite actually, but we had figured out early on that we were better off being friends rather than lovers. Kian’s tendency to hit on anyone he found relatively attractive when he drank would have caused problems had we been dating and Kian, being true to the Irish stereotype, loved to drink.

My head throbbed in response to thoughts of alcohol and I was forced to stop thinking. Turning off the water I stepped out without managing to crash into anything and wrapped a towel around my waist before staring distastefully at the clothing strewn across the floor.

I was feeling more drained than usual and for a moment I thought about heading back to bed before remembering that I had to clean the sheets before I did anything else. Sleeping in last nights cum was not an appealing option to me.

Sighing I figured I might as well do all the laundry while I was at it. I knew that I would just put it off until I had nothing clean to wear and didn’t want to have to deal with Cheryl bitching at me again for smelling bad at work.

Cheryl was my boss and co-worker. Unlike other bosses she did both manager work and menial tasks usually assigned to workers like me. She was fair in everything she did but she had a horrible attitude and a sharp tongue she wasn’t afraid to use even on customers. Thinking back I could recall several occasions when she had actually made an employee or customer cry. Thankfully she had never turned that rage on me, though if she did I would probably end up punching her in the face, lady or not.

That was how I had lost my last job as a sous-chef. The head chef had yelled at me for a mix up in orders, something that had been the waiter’s fault in the first place, and threatened to ‘fire my lazy ass.’ Half way through his bitch-fest I got fed up with it and broke his nose. Kian had treated me to several rounds of drinks afterwards and congratulated me on having such a strong right hook.

I pulled a pair of relatively clean sweatpants out of the dresser drawer and stumbled into the kitchen to start up a pot of coffee. If I was stuck being awake I wanted as much ammunition as possible and there was no way I was going to go without my morning cup of coffee, especially with the hangover from hell looming over me.

After hearing the tell tale signs of percolation I reluctantly returned to the bedroom and started gathering up everything that was dirty into one big pile before shoving as much as I could into the small washer built into the back wall of the bathroom. I dumped in a sizable amount of detergent—I never knew how much I was supposed to put in there—and slammed it shut before starting it up on the fastest settings.

It groaned and protested before doing what it was supposed to and I returned to the kitchen to stare at the coffee maker until it decided it was done.

With a fresh cup of coffee in my hands I made my way over to my ratty old couch and flopped down on it. Normally I’d turn on the T.V. and stare at it even if nothing interesting was on—which nothing ever was since I’m too cheap to spring for cable or satellite—but this time I left it off just in case my head exploded in protest or something equally dramatic occurred.

Closing my eyes I leaned back against the couch and quietly sipped my coffee for a time as I tried in a vain attempt to meditate my hangover away. The effort was ruined by the ringing of the doorbell which sounded more church bells tucked away in my ceiling. Groaning I sat my mug down on the small table next to the couch and dragged myself up to go and answer the door before whoever it was decided I hadn’t quite heard them and rang the bell again.

Twisting the knob I was surprised to find it locked. How generous of my mystery lover. I just hoped they didn’t take it upon themselves to nip the key as well. Turning the lock I opened up to come face to face with a way too cheerful Kian.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” There were other questions I wanted to ask him, like why the hell he wasn’t suffering like I was, but this was all my brain could manage to form at the moment.

“Is that anyway to greet an old friend?” He shoved his way passed the door and I didn’t bother to protest or respond. It was way too early for this crap even though the old kitchen clock told me it was already passed noon.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I repeated in a mumble, more interested in retrieving my coffee and settling back in to my sagging couch.

“Came to see how you were doing. Heard you left with quite the beauty last night and almost shat myself when I heard the rumor you brought them back here. So, is it true?” He looked around as though doing so would help him catch a glimpse of the mystery lover.

I nodded slightly in confirmation and winced as the motion sent my head reeling. At least Kian had the courtesy to keep his voice low and not screech like some people tended to do.

“You’re shitting me, really? You actually brought someone back to this dump and they didn’t run away screaming?” He paused to laugh and then cut off the sound in sympathy. “So who were they? They must have been pretty special for you to bring them back here.”

“Don’t remember. They were gone when I got up.” He took the empty mug out of my hands and went to fill it up for me. It was times like this when I appreciated him the most. Somehow he always knew when I needed to be taken care of and did what I needed without being asked.

Kian placed the mug back into my hands and sat on couch next to me, wincing as metal spring dug into his hip. “Nothing? Not even their gender?”

“Nope.” I replied, not wanting to risk moving my head this time. I took a sip of my coffee and grimaced at the taste. “What the hell did you put in this?”

“Herbs n’shit, some Asian remedy or something like that. This chick, Haruko, gave it to and it cleared my headache like that!” He snapped his fingers and I glared at him for it, earning myself nothing more than a grin in response. Bastard.

“Who’s she?” I turned my glare to his fingers and kept watch on them in case he tried to snap them again.

“Slept with her last night at the bar we were at, you remember that?” I ‘hmm’ed’ in response as I remembered the metal dragons. “Well she was one of the bar tenders there. Great in bed, she was.” His accent got heavier when he talked about sex but I wasn’t in the mood to be turned on by it.

“Who told you the rumor? Did they say who I left with?” It was still bothering me that I remembered nothing. Having the privacy of my home invaded put me on edge and I didn’t like it at all.

“One of the other bar workers mentioned it to Haruko. They didn’t get a good look at who it was, only that they were good looking and had long hair.” Normally I’d conclude that the description was that of a woman but something struck me as odd about that. The sudden remembrance of the strength of the one pushing me back on the bed made me shiver.

“I don’t think it was a woman.” Logically I knew that just because they were strong didn’t mean that it wasn’t a woman but it just seemed wrong to refer to my mystery lover as such.

“You remember something?”

“Not really.” My hangover started to subside and I sighed in relief. Asian remedies really were a god send. I made a mental note to thank this Haruko chick if I ever saw her.

“What did you think of the bar?” He asked suddenly. Something was up.

“It was alright.” From what I remember of it anyway.

“Good. Then you won’t mind coming back with me tonight. I volunteered for us to help out before the bar opens. You know, to make things easier for Haruko.” I sputter and almost spit out my coffee. I should have seen this coming. I really should have. Kian always ended up doing something like this whenever he found someone new he liked. He never bothered asking me for permission either.

“You what?” There was no way I could have heard him wrong, but I could still hope.

“I told her we’d help out. It’s just with maintenance and opening up. No big deal.” I glower at him but he doesn’t even have the decency to look ashamed. It was times like this when I wanted to punch him.

“Kian—” He cut me off before I could finish, which irritated me even more. I hated it when people cut me off. Bastard.

“Just think, maybe you’ll find that mystery lover of yours.” I mutter something at him about what a bastard he is and he ignored me. I hate being ignored.

Suddenly the buzzer on the washer went off and I became too distracted by the swelling of my head to curse him any further. Kian got up and went to deal with it, leaving me to sulk in misery on my crappy old couch. Bastard.

Later that night I stood glowering at the large neon sign that read “The W ite Tiger”. The ‘h’ in the word ‘white’ had gone out. The outside looked the same as any other nightclub except that the worn out carpet leading inside had Asian characters on them. I wasn’t into the culture enough to be able to differentiate what language they were from.

Kian grinned at me and walked up to the bouncers who had apparently been told of our arrival for they let us without question after ID confirmation. I was a little put off that Kian had told them my real name and punched him in the arm in retaliation. He pouted at me with a wounded expression and rubbed his arm, a gesture I would have found cute at any other time but now it just annoyed me. I didn’t like giving out my real name at clubs or bars. It wasn’t like I was going to get together with anyone so why bother with honesty?

The inner décor was plain but not completely horrible. A cheap knock off at best but at least the furniture wasn’t plastic. The floor was made of tiles instead of hard wood, black against the orange/red of the walls, and the tables were off to one side as the other was a dance floor. It was more of a club than a bar but alcohol, of course, was the main attraction.

Kian walked straight over to the bar where a girl wrapped in leather was cleaning off glasses. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun held in place by those stick things I could never remember the name of. Little pieces of jewelry were clipped to the bun and dangled off of short silver chains similar to the half a dozen necklaces that adorned her neck. When she saw Kian she grinned and leaned over the bar to kiss him in greeting.

They talked for a few minutes before Kian realized I was just standing there and waved me over. Reluctantly I obeyed and shook Haruko’s hand like the good little puppy I was as Kian introduced me. Afterwards I resisted the urge to wipe hand on my pants least I let my paranoia show.

“Jaidyn, huh? Nice name.” I shrugged, not really caring. It was just an average American name but I supposed it was more interesting to a foreigner. Just like Asian names were more interesting to Americans. Then again those names actually had meaning unlike American ones where people just shoved letters together and called whatever relatively sounded good a name. Jaidyn: a combination of Jay and Aiden. Pure laziness is what it was but I didn’t tell her that.

I waited impatiently while Kian flirted with her for a few minutes longer before Haruko finally got to the point and told us what she wanted us to do. I wanted to hurry it up, get it over with and go home as soon as possible. Though I no longer had a headache, and was thus grateful to her for it, I had no desire to play the middle man and bail out Kian if things went wrong with her.

She sent Kian over to the DJ stage so he could help out with the electronics and sound check and then turned to me with a contemplative look before gesturing at the bar stool in front of her. “Have a seat, Jaidyn, and tell me a bit more about Kian. Any dirty secrets I should be aware of?” She leaned foreword over the bar, eagerly awaiting my reply my reply as I took my seat. I wasn’t looking foreword to this but I’d rather do it than have Kian end up with someone who was just going to hurt him. He knew how to take care of myself but Kian was really the only person I frequently socialized with and I’d be lying if I said he didn’t hold a special place in my heart. I’d be at loathe to admit it under normal circumstances though.

“He’s bi, but that’s about it.” I wasn’t going to divulge his secrets no matter who this girl was. Besides, everyone knew Kian was bi after talking to him for a while. He never hid who he was.

“Half the people who come here are either gay, bi, or somewhere in the middle.” She laughed as if it was her own private joke. I wasn’t amused. “So, what are you?”

I scowled, finding her line of questioning intrusive. It really shouldn’t be, I realized, but I didn’t like socializing and knew nothing about her except that she fucked Kian the night they met. “I’m bi.” I muttered, almost wishing I had a drink to hide behind.

“So was the pretty you left with a guy or a girl?” She grinned. I was getting tired of talking to her. It’s not that she was a horrible person but besides Kian and my co-employees I didn’t really talk to anyone unless I wanted to get them into bed. Since Haruko was off limits I didn’t feel the need to continue the conversation.

“Dunno. Can’t remember.” She made a sound of understanding and finally realized that I didn’t want to talk to her and let me go.

“I really appreciate you guys helping out tonight. We make enough to pay the bills but business isn’t that good, you know? We don’t always have enough to hire someone to fix the small stuff and usually end up doing it ourselves.” I grunted in acknowledgement and wished she’d just get to the point already. “Anyway, would you mind helping Ricky up on stage? I think there’s some wood that needs to be pounded.” She winked and I wondering if she was trying to set me up with him.

“Yeah, sure.” I muttered and headed towards the stage, eager to be away from her. She yelled at Ricky when I got close and he turned to face me, a hammer in one hand. He had his shirt off and there was a light sheen of sweat on his skin. I had to admit, he looked pretty good.

“Yo, you here to help?” I nodded and he grinned brilliantly before handing me a hammer, taking the time to look him over while he was at it. I thought about sleeping with him for a moment before a shot of pain went through my abdomen. A gasp escaped me and I doubled over for a moment, grabbing my stomach. “Hey, you alright, man?” He was next to me a moment later and his felt like needles on my skin. I shrugged away from him and the pain stopped. What the fuck was that about?

“I’m fine, no big deal.” He eyed me for a moment before nodding and turning back to his work. He probably thought I didn’t like men from the way I reacted to his touch. I wasn’t inclined to explain it to him when I didn’t really know myself what the hell was going on.

“You just need to hammer in all the nails that are sticking up and replace the ones that won’t go down right.” I nodded even though he couldn’t see me do it and headed over to the other side of the stage to begin my work. The way I reacted to his touch worried me. It had never happened before and I had no idea what the cause of it was. Kian had touched me earlier and nothing had happened, so did it have something to do with Ricky?

Ricky seemed like an average guy and everything was fine up until the moment I thought about sleeping with him. I tried thinking about it again and the same shot of pain spread through my abdomen. What the hell is wrong with me? I tried thinking about Haruko in the same way and the same thing happened, only this time it was less painful. Maybe it was because I wasn’t really attracted to her.

Confused as hell I decided to stop thinking about sex before I was forced to go to the hospital or something. The tiredness I had felt earlier today came back with a vengeance and I strongly wished that Kian hadn’t dragged me here. I didn’t feel up to working at all.

Sitting down on the edge of the stage I took the time to gather myself before attempting to do the job I was given. Just so I didn’t look like a lazy bastard I looked around for nails that needed to be hammered and hammered down everything that was near me, even if they didn’t really need to be hammered. Thankfully none of them needed replacement, though, and I scooted further along the edge of the stage and continued what I was doing.

I received some weird looks from some of the people who passed me by but they could go fuck themselves as far as I was concerned. I wasn’t getting paid for this shit.

After nailing down everything that needed nailing around the edges I was forced to move further inward and crawled my way there. All I wanted to do was sleep but didn’t think I’d be allowed to do so in the middle of the stage. Looking around I saw what I thought was a couch behind the open curtains and looked around to see if anyone was watching. No one was and if I made myself look busy I could probably sneak over there with only Ricky noticing.

Deciding to take the risk I got up and walked across the stage with purpose. I wanted to sleep damnit, and although I didn’t like the thought of doing it here I trusted Kian enough to protect me. I just hoped he didn’t get distracted by Haruko and forget I was with him.

Once I reached the couch I threw myself down upon it and placed the hammer on the floor. I could feel Ricky’s eyes on me but he didn’t say anything I didn’t bother to explain myself. He could feel insulted all he wanted. I was too tired to care.

I awoke to the feel of someone shaking my shoulder and opened my eyes to see Kian hovering over me. My head felt fuzzy and I had no idea how much time had passed since I had lied down.

“Hey man, sleeping on the job?” I muttered something to him in reply and looked around to find that half of the workers I had seen earlier had disappeared, including Ricky and the hammer I had abandoned. Groaning I sat up and ran a hand through my hair to get it out of my eyes and was thwarted as it fell back into place as soon as it was released.

“What time is it?”

“Almost time to open. You were out of it for a while, man. You’re going to stick around tonight, aren’t you?” I gave him a look that asked if he really needed to ask that question to know the answer to it. “Aw, come on! You already fell asleep on me; the least you can do is stick around and help me out.” I owed him no such thing but didn’t voice my opinions. The energy it took to argue with him just wasn’t worth it.

“Hmn.” He seemed to take that as agreement for he slapped me on the back hard enough to send me jerking foreword and laughed in apparent victory. I glared at him for it but he didn’t seem to notice, his attention once again returning to Haruko as she made last minute preparations before opening. Illogically I also blamed her for my predicament.

“Come on.” He grabbed my arm and dragged me foreword off of the couch. I stumbled and almost tripped before yanking my arm out of his grasp and punching him in the shoulder hard enough to bruise. Bastard. Once again he gave me a wounded look and once again I ignored it. It was his own fault after all.

Haruko must have seen it for she giggled loudly as we approached and set a shot glass with some sort of concoction in it down in front of me. “On the house, a thanks for all your hard work.” She teased and I scowled at her further for it but downed the shot anyway. It burned slightly and had a fruity aftertaste I normally didn’t like, but it wasn’t bad. She and Kian then started talking again so I abandoned the glass and moved further down the bar, sitting on one of the stools and facing dance floor.

The regular lights had dimmed and now multi-colored florescent spotlights were dancing across the tiled floor. There was an old disco ball in the center of the ceiling and it cast white dots everywhere while paper lanterns lined the rafters and glowed with Japanese characters that I didn’t understand. It wasn’t exactly aesthetically pleasing but I supposed it looked better once the lights were fully dimmed.

A few minutes later the DJ started playing some half techno half rock song that I realized was in Japanese. I wondered if it was actually a selling point or not and decided it didn’t really matter. It was different and after enough drinks the customers wouldn’t care what language the music was in.

I closed my eyes for a moment, grateful that my head wasn’t throbbing to the grating sounds, and when I opened them again people were starting to pour in from the outside. A lot of them were dressed in leather or other tight, revealing clothing and it was then that I realized I was under dressed. Jeans and a T-shirt didn’t exactly fit in with this crowd but I had never cared too much about fitting in and put the thought out of my mind. I wasn’t planning on staying long anyway, just long enough for Kian to either forget I was here or want me gone so he can spend some ‘alone time’ with Haruko.

The lights were now fully dimmed and now the only light to be found in the club was either from the spotlights or the lights above the bar and around the tables so people knew where the hell they were going. I had to admit that it did look better now but I still wouldn’t have put the lanterns up in the dance area. They looked out of place there and were better suited to light up the tables on the other half of the room.

Distracted by the scenery I didn’t notice just how many people were around until a male voice spoke softly right next to me, ordering a Screaming Orgasm. I turned to look and the he winked at me before downing the cocktail, letting his tongue caress the glass languidly. I thought about that tongue on my cock and tensed with apprehension only to have nothing happen. Well, at least that’s over with.

The man turned towards the dance floor and I admired how good his ass looked in his tight, black jeans before he noticed me staring and gave me a quick grin before joining the growing throng of people. Immediately people congregated around him and I felt drawn to join him as well though I was no good at dancing. Leaning back against the bar I watched as two other men surrounded him on both sides and ground against him in time with the music. The man behind him had his hand twisted in the shredded leather that made up his shirt and was placing kisses on his neck beneath his short, spiky, black hair that shinned in the lighting and showed off his bright, green eyes.

I was annoyed at that man for touching him which was completely irrational for I had no claim over him. Hell, I had only had a few seconds contact at most. Confused I turned around in my seat and faced the bar. It was probably best if I just forgot about it.

I ordered a drink of some name I couldn’t be bothered to remember and it disappeared just as quickly as the shot Haruko had given me. That was the problem with drinking; there was never enough alcohol for the amount of money spent, at least in bars anyway. A hand was placed on the bar top next to mine and I tensed as a body leaned in close.

“Lose interest already?” A voice whispered into my ear and out of the corner of my eye I could see the edges of shredded leather.

“You looked like you have enough partners to entertain you already.” I grind out. I don’t like feeling trapped and the way he was pressing against me made me feel like I was the prey. He laughed and sat down on the stool next to me, giving me some space.

“That I do, but that doesn’t mean I would be averse to adding one more.” He suggested with a sultry grin. A playboy then. Ordering a Sang de Dragon he looked me over with warm calculation, probably deciding how much effort he wanted to put into flirting with me.

The mention of ‘dragon’ made me look up to the metal sculptures, shuddering for reasons I couldn’t remember. What was it about them that captured my attention? Turning back to playboy as his coupe clinked against the wood I met his eyes and beginnings of arousal spread through me.

Bright, green eyes burned into mine as the rest of the room faded into darkness. A predatory grin came upon his androgenistic features as those eyes narrowed and I was shoved back onto the bed. Like a beast he crawled over me and before I could protest those lips were upon me, rough and vicious in their conquest they claimed me as their own and I was left helpless before him; A lamb to the slaughter.

I shuddered at the memory and his eyes narrowed the same as my lover’s did, but the face was completely different. This man was clearly American while my lover had had been Japanese. He also had short hair while my lover’s had been longer, but their eyes were the same; those bright, green eyes that burned into mine and made my stomach coil with anticipation.

“Who are you?” I demanded and he laughed in response. I clenched my fist under the bar and wanted to escape but felt that even if I tried I wouldn’t be able to get away from those haunting green eyes.

“Do you remember now?” His eyes danced with mirth and I found that I couldn’t drag myself away from them. Trapped, he toyed with me with his velvety voice and against my will my arousal started growing stronger with each word he spoke. “I had hoped you would.”

He placed a hand on my thigh and slid it up to my groin. As he stood I was forced to part my legs and groaned as his hips came to rest against mine. His hands rested on my hips, moving down to the top of my thighs, as his mouth descended only to hover tantalizingly above mine. I had never wanted another man to fuck me more.

“What you want is my brother.” Dazed I simply stared at him, trying to wrap my mind around the sudden change in mood. He sat back down and released me from his hold, allowing me to have a chance to breathe and collect myself.

“B-brother?” I stuttered and then berated myself for it. I can’t believe I allowed one man to get me this riled up.

“My half brother, the one you fucked last night.” Turning back to the bar I froze, remembering the strength and prowess of my mystery lover, not so much a mystery anymore.

“He was your brother?”

“Yeah.” That explained the eyes at least. “Came to see who you were since I heard how good you were in bed.” His brother was the one that was good in bed. I still didn’t remember much but the way he took charge told me he knew what he was doing.

“I’m Ryu, by the way. My brother’s Tatsuo.” Now my mystery lover had a name, and a face to go with it too. Ryu stood up again and paused behind me, his breath tickling my ear.

“Come around next week and you might just see him again.” His tongue darted out and tasted the shell of my ear but by the time I had turned around he was gone. Shuddering again I stared at the spot where he had disappeared and nearly jumped out of my skin when a hand landed on my shoulder. Kian laughed and gestured towards my lap.

“You having a good time?” He didn’t mention Ryu and I wondered if he had seen him at all. For my own sanity I decided not to ask. The last thing I needed to top off this day was to be informed that I was hallucinating.

“So, did you find your mystery lover?” I didn’t answer him right away but involuntarily scanned the crowd for either Ryu or his brother. I didn’t find either of them, not that I had really expected to.

“No, but I know who he is.” I think.

“Oh, so it was a guy? Well, who is he? Is he here?” He looked around as though he could spot him on his own. Like I had taken a magic marker and marked him as my property or something ridiculous like that.

“He’s not here but I met his brother. His name is Tatsuo.”

“Already meeting the family, huh?” He winked and nudged me. It was rather annoying and I glared at him for it, mutter something about him finding me. “So, are you thinking about dating him?” I stared at him, wondering how Ryu coming to find me translated to me wanting to date Tatsuo. He was good in bed but that didn’t mean we’d be good together as a couple.

“I don’t think so. I barely even remember him.” Ryu said he might be here next week, but did I really want to meet him again? One night stands were called one night stands for a reason, but I wanted to know what was it about Tatsuo that made me bring him back to my apartment. There had to be something more to this beside me being drunk off my ass.

“You should really get yourself a girl, or a man. It can’t be healthy for me to be the only person in your life.” I scoffed at that. He knew how I felt about girlfriends and boyfriends. “Seriously, it’s like I’m your only link to the outside world!”

“Shut up! If you hate it so much then you can just stop.” Somewhere in my mind I knew I was being irrational but too much shit had happened today for me to calm down. I threw the money I owed onto the bar and shoved passed Kian. “I’m bailing.” Walking with an erection was uncomfortable but thanks to my annoyance and anger it was starting to go down.

“That’s not what I meant! Jaidyn!” I knew he was coming after me but I managed to lose him in the crowd and made it outside without too much hassle. Once there I cursed when I remembered that Kian had driven us here and I now had no way back. Somewhere in my mind I remembered there was a bus stop somewhere around here and supposed that it wouldn’t do any harm to see if the buses were still running.

I heard my name being yelled behind me and darted around the corner of the club so Kian couldn’t spot me. I was being childish, I knew, but I didn’t want to talk about it right now and knew that Kian would force me to do just that. He had good intentions but sometimes he just didn’t know when to give me my space.

The sound of an engine made me face the curb and the tinted window of an old Chevy ’57 “Black Widow” in fairly good condition rolled down to reveal Ryu at the wheel. How he had know I would be here, whether coincidence or not, was unfathomable to me at the moment and I didn’t really care either.

“Well, are you going to get in or not?” I’d probably regret it later but I rounded the car and got in it anyway, making sure to buckle my seatbelt just incase he turned out to be psychotic behind the wheel. I braced myself by grabbing the “oh shit” handle above the door and felt like an idiot as he smoothly pulled away from the curb and obeyed the traffic laws like the good little driver he was.

He laughed when he saw what I was doing and I let go of the handle before I could further embarrass myself.

“Don’t worry; I’m not going to roll the car or anything. This baby is a classic!” He grinned at me while checking the mirrors as we passed by the club. Kian was no where in sight and I breathed a sigh of relief. “Can’t let the cops stop me on a minor offense when I plan on gutting you like a fish.”

I started and stared at him in horrified disbelief which only sent him further into peels of laughter before he got a hold of himself and grinned at me again. “Just joking, man. If I were going to gut you like a fish I certainly wouldn’t tell you about it before hand!” I was already starting to regret getting into the car with him and felt a further feeling of dread as I realized I’d have to tell him where I lived. The only thing that made this slightly better was the fact that his brother already knew where I lived and if he really wanted to know he could just get the information from him. I was grateful that Tatsuo had at least had the decency to leave the key in the mailbox instead of swiping them like he could have.

“So, what’s your name?” I didn’t like giving out my name either but this was something Ryu could find out easily as well. Tatsuo might know, since I don’t remember what I told him, or he could just ask Kian or Haruko. It was rather pointless to hide it now.

“Jaidyn.” I didn’t offer my last name and he didn’t ask.

“Cool, so where do you live?” I reluctantly told him the address and we spent the rest of the ride ridding in silence. I tried staring out the window for a while but once I caught the reflection of Ryu in it I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. My mind flashed back to the club and the arousal I had felt as Ryu settled between my legs and was drawn back to the present as his longer fingers wrapped around the handle and shifted gears flawlessly. I imagined what it would feel like for those fingers to wrap around my cock or push their way inside me and shook my head to get rid of these thoughts. What’s wrong with me?

This was the second time I was considering taking someone back to my apartment and I wasn’t even drunk this time. Not to mention it was the brother of Tatsuo, who was had already been my lover. I didn’t make it a habit of sleeping with siblings of people I had already slept with. Too many problems arose from that especially if they had expected more out of the relationship than what I gave them.

Arriving outside of my apartment complex he parked in the back under the roofed garage and turned off the car. I thanked him for the ride and reached for the handle but before I could grab it he suddenly caught my chin in his hand and turned me to face him. Before I could ask him what was up his lips were already upon me and his tongue was demanding entrance with such a ferocity that reminded me instantly of his brother.

His hand easily found its way into my lap and started rubbing me through the fabric and it didn’t take long before I was fully aroused and he was unbuttoning my jeans, slipping his hand inside as soon as he undid the fabric. I moaned and bucked into his hand as his fingers wrapped around me, allowing his tongue the chance to slip inside and mimic the thrusting of a cock before he caressed it against my own.

I probably should have stopped him, protested or something, but the feel of his fingers sent my mind flying with all thoughts of resisting going with it. Ryu somehow managed to crawl over onto the passenger seat without breaking his kiss and straddled me without ever stopping with his touch. He fumbled for a moment, switching me to his other hand, before I went flying backward as the seat dropped. I landed with a grunt that was muffled by our kiss and shifted in the seat as the seat belt dug into my back before I was freed from it.

Ryu tugged impatiently on my cock before he broke the kiss and somehow managed to work my shirt off and over my head before descending upon my neck. Sucking viciously, he marked me as his in a way that reminded me of the movie vampires, even more so when he bit down and tugged on my flesh like he wanted nothing more than to tear me apart and consume me piece by piece. And, to my embarrassment, all of his rough treatment only served to make me harder, arousing me in ways I had never thought of as arousing before.

Groaning I arched into his touch and bit down on my lip to keep from saying his name. Thoughts of earlier came back and I felt the almost alien desire to be fucked by this man. It had been so long since I had bottomed that I was surprised that the desire still existed and had to keep myself from begging him to take me. I had more pride than that.

Even so Ryu seemed to read my mind as his mouth dropped down to torture a nipple while his hands started tugging at my jeans. I lifted my hips to help get them off and shuddered as my bare skin came in contact with the leather of the seating. He shifted again and twisted himself around to tug off my boots with annoyance before yanking my clothing the rest of the way off.

Naked, I lay back and watch as his mouth descended upon me again, this time taking in my cock with his sinfully skilled tongue, wrapping it around me like a wet, velvet glove. This time I can’t hold back as his name escapes my lips but the bright, green eyes that lock onto mine and mentally fuck me under their gaze makes the slipup worthwhile.

A tongue, pink and hesitant, flickers against the head of my arousal. Bright, green eyes look up at me with a smoldering gaze and I am lost beneath their spell. This beast, so vicious in its claiming of me, caressed me so lovingly with its tongue that I would have thought them not the same person if it wasn’t for those eyes. A predator lurked deep within those eyes, so fierce and dominant in its nature that I had no choice but to submit or torn apart for my defiance.

An image of Tatsuo blended with that of Ryu’s and I shuddered beneath that piercing gaze and felt I could cum from that stimulus alone. Ryu shifted from his position on the floor and pushed my leg up against the car door. I braced my foot on the leather of the door to stay in place and flinched as cold lubricant was spread against my entrance. That flinch turned into a moan as his skillful fingers pressed in and he made a particularly complicated move with his tongue that had me seeing stars in an instant.

“Fuck!” He moaned appreciatively and sent vibrations rushing through my cock. So intend was I on his tongue that I didn’t even notice he had slipped another finger in me until he brushed against that spot inside me that made my toes curl and my voice break out into a silent scream.

His mouth suddenly withdrew and I whimpered pathetically at the loss of the sensation and then moaned as his fingers struck that spot again. Panting, I watched as he then removed those fingers and unzipped his pants before taking out his large member and rolling a condom over it. Ryu then knelt back down on the leather seat and ran his hands teasingly over my thighs, making me shiver, before firmly placing my legs over his shoulders. He positioned himself quickly and I closed my eyes as he slowly pushed his way inside. It hurt, from the lack of use, and I stroked my waning cock to distract me from the burn of being penetrated.

Ryu stopped several times to make sure I was alright before continuing until he was fully seated inside me. Looking up at him I once again shuddered at the predatory glaze in his eyes and wrapped my leg around his waist as he moved them from his shoulders so he could kiss me thoroughly as I adjusted. With my hands on his back I could feel the tense and rippling muscles beneath his skin and although he was small in body I could tell he held a power in him unrivaled, enough to leave me helpless in his wake.

He wanted to claim me, I realized. He wanted to fuck me hard and fast and make scream as I came. There was a predator in him, the same as his brother, and both of them wanted to tear me apart.

I moaned and wiggled my hips against him, turned on by the thought of him fucking me like some animal. I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast, and to make me scream as I came, just like he wanted. He knew it too. From the look in eyes he knew he had captured his prey and the only choice that was left was what he wanted to do with it, with me.

Releasing me from the kiss he once again descended upon my neck and bit down, hard enough to draw blood as he started moving inside me. I could feel the liquid dripping down my neck and shivered as it pooled against my collar bone, staining the leather even as he lapped it up like it was water. It hurt, of course, but once he slammed into that spot inside me the pain no longer mattered.

Time passed quickly after that moment and left me in a daze as my moans and gasps of pleasure melted together with the sound of skin slapping against skin, leather squeaking, and the animalistic growls that vibrated through Ryu’s chest as he claimed me. I clung to him as world spun, whether from pleasure, pain, fatigue, or the loss of blood I didn’t know and didn’t care. He was my anchor to the world and his bright, green eyes bore into mine with the same ferocity that always made me shudder.

As he wordlessly had had promised, Ryu took me hard and fast, slamming into my sweet spot with every available opportunity and giving me such pleasure that I had to dig my fingers into his back and bite my lip to keep from screaming. I was getting close, so close, and I nearly lost it when he took my arousal in his hand and started jerking me just as fast and wild as he was taking me.

He leaned down and ran his tongue over my trapped lip, freeing it from my teeth, and kissing me thoroughly to drown out my cries of pleasure as he sped up. My fingers dug further into his back, through his shirt, and clung to him with desperation as the tight coiling in my stomach wound up so tight that I couldn’t take it anymore and exploded with a cry of pleasure.

Ryu milked me dry with his hand and thrust into me for a minute longer before his muscles tightened and tensed beneath my hands and I was met with the warm sensation of being filled with his seed. He growled through his release and I could hear the crunch of leather as he twisted it in his hand before it was all over and he hovered above me with a look of predatorily satisfaction before claiming me in another kiss.

I was shaking as I released his back from my grasp and let him have complete control as I panted in exhaustion and fatigue and wondered if I would be able to make it up to my apartment before I collapsed. Slowly he released me and withdrew, placing the condom somewhere I couldn’t see and didn’t want to know about. Putting my feet back on the floor I tried to sit up and winced as pain shot through my hips and ass.

Ryu was crawling back over into the driver’s seat and then graciously helped me get redressed while moving my poor, abused body as little as possible. If I had had the energy I might have punched him for fucking me in a car, but what little energy I had had left felt like it had just been sucked out of me and left me little more than an aching blob of flesh.

When I finally sat up to put on my boots, Ryu got out of the car and came over to my side to help me slip them back on. He also caught me when my knees collapsed from under me when I tried to stand up. Clinging to him and the car I somehow managed to stand over my shaking legs and cursed myself for being this weak and for letting it show.

Ryu didn’t tease me though, merely offered self praise of being “that good” before scooping me up off my feet and carrying me up the stairs. I protested of course, and definitely would have punched him if I could have, even though I certain that I wouldn’t have been able to make it up the stairs on my own. It was my pride as a man, though, that couldn’t let the event go uncommented upon.

“I don’t need your help, put me down.”

“The hell you don’t, you can barely stand on your own. Now stop whining like a little bitch and tell me what apartment you’re in.” I protested violently to being called a bitch, and for whining, but I knew it was true. It didn’t mean I ever had to admit it though.

I reluctantly told him the number and he carried me all the way to the door, setting me down on trembling legs and digging the keys out of my pocket while completely ignoring my protests. Once open he shuffled me inside and practically carried me over to the bedroom before tossing me down on the bed. He disappeared for a moment and I could hear him rummaging around before returning with wet rag. He helped me out of my soiled cloths, despite even further protests, and tossed them on the ground before graciously cleaning the both of us.

Once he was done he tossed the rag back into the bathroom and even tucked me into bed as my tired mind and body were starting to shut and I could barely lift my hand, let alone gather enough energy tell him off. He muttered something to me about being stubborn and I forced myself to focus as much as I could on his words.

“Listen, I’m going to leave your keys in the mailbox, alright? Don’t forget about next week.” I couldn’t comprehend why he was talking about his brother a time like this but then again I couldn’t comprehend much of anything at the moment.

I murmured to him a reply that even I don’t think made sense and last thing I saw was his piercing green eyes as my vision faded into black.

There was a steady banging noise when I opened my eyes and it took me a few minutes to realize that there was someone pounding on my door. Groaning I turned to face the alarm clock and cursed when I realized I had forgotten to reset it. My body was aching and sore all over and my muscles screamed in protest as I tried to drag myself up and out of bed.

I clumsily hobbled about the room and nearly killed myself while trying to put my pants back on. All the while the pounding on the door continued and I was eternally grateful that I didn’t have a hangover as well. Otherwise I think my brain may have exploded in protest.

Somehow making it to the door I unlocked it and ripped it open only to come face to face with Kian. Again. I didn’t even bother to protest this time and merely left the door open so he could do as he pleased. He’d do whatever he wanted anyway and it only served to piss me off even more that he didn’t just unlock the damn door himself. What the fuck does he have the key for then?

“Jaidyn, man, you know I didn’t mean I was tired of you, right? You aren’t still mad at me, are you?” I stumbled over to the couch and plopped down on it, wincing as my body protested my rough treatment of it. Kian shut the door and followed me, looking me over with a frown. “Hey, man, are you alright?”

Kian reached out and touched the side of my neck where Ryu had bitten me. It stung and prickled like needles and I jerked away from him with a hiss. Bastard had tried to fucking rip out my throat is what it felt like. I couldn’t believe now that I had actually enjoyed it while we were fucking.

“What the hell happened to you? It looks like you got attacked by a wild animal.” Wild animal indeed. I gingerly fingered the edge of the wound and winced when it stung. It didn’t hurt as badly as when Kian touched it but it still fucking hurt.

“I had sex with Tatsuo’s brother.” It was pointless to say he had gotten rough when the evidence was so blatantly obvious.

“You slept with him too?” He paused for a moment, looking around in disbelief. “Did you bring him back here?” I started to shake my head and then nodded.

“He gave me a ride home and we ended up fucking in his car.” He whistled in appreciated and winced while looking at the bite mark.

“Just how rough was he? Do I need to take you to the hospital?” I glared at him despite his good intentions. There was no way I was going to the hospital over a rough bout of sex. Let it never be said that I couldn’t handle a good fucking. “Alright, fine.” He caved, though he didn’t look too happy about it. “But at least let me take care of it.”

Kian disappeared into my room and returned with the first aid kit. The one he had bought me himself when I had burned myself while trying to cook dinner. It hadn’t been used much over the years but I was pretty sure most of the Band-Aids were gone by now. He set it up on the couch’s side table and doused a cotton swab in rubbing alcohol before trying to clean up my wound.

“Fuck!” This time I was screaming for a completely different reason as the alcohol burned its way into my skin and made me feel like my neck was on fire. He chuckled in sympathy and I wanted so badly to punch him in the face but my limbs just weren’t cooperating with me. Instead I gripped the couch as tightly as I could until my arm started shaking from the strain and breathed a sigh of relief when the burning sensation started going down.

Once again I told him what a bastard he was and he merely grinned in response. He was started to get upgraded to Annoying Bastard. Once the wound was clean he put a large Band-Aid over it and patted my leg as though to say ‘good job.’

“Anywhere else I need to fix up?” He looked down at my crotch and I scowled at him for it. I figured he already knew I was the one who had been fucked or he wouldn’t be asking such a question. But besides the wound on my neck Ryu didn’t actually hurt me.

“Fuck off, pervert. You just want to get at my ass.”

“But it’s such a nice ass!” He grinned and put away the first aide kit before sitting down beside me. We sat there in silence for a moment before he shifted and put a hand suggestively on my leg. “So, was it good for you?” I scoffed and shoved his hand off before answering.

“Better than you.” He cried out in protest and shoved at me lightly. My muscles protested but I tried not to let it show. “Really, he’s just as good as Tatsuo.” He was too. It was like they were the same person when in bed except that they preferred different positions. Tatsuo, I remembered more from when I had fucked him, was a bottom but Ryu was a top. And what a top he was, too…

I tried not to get myself lost in my memories but it was a hard thing to do. Ryu was obviously very skilled in bed and made me desire things which, after reviewing them now, made me think I needed a psychiatric evaluation for desiring them. I had never wanted to be claimed like that before but the strength and power he possessed made me want to submit to him in a way I normally despised.

“So what are you going to do about these two?” What indeed. I wasn’t particularly interested in a relationship with either of them but the sex was so good it was hard to pass up, though it would be a while before I’d be able to handle Ryu again.

“We’ll just have to wait and see.” I still haven’t decided whether or not I would meet Tatsuo next weekend and couldn’t believe I was considering having a sexual relationship with both of them. It was bound to cause trouble later on, unless they somehow turned out incestuous.

It wouldn’t surprise me really, not that there was anything wrong with them to make me think that, but the two of them were like opposites yet exactly the same in some ways. There wasn’t any doubt in my mind that if they had sex it would be the most brutal, hottest things one could ever see.

The week passed by in the most unremarkable way and before I knew it, it was the weekend again. I was glad that it was because all week I had had to force my aching muscles to work and do as they were told when all I really wanted to do was sleep. Several times I had either dropped or nearly dropped a customer’s order and I swear Cheryl was about ready to fire my ass despite the fact that I was usually one of her best employees.

The day was Saturday and yesterday I had spent the whole day sleeping from the time I got home to the time I woke up at 3pm today. I was still a bit lethargic but at least my muscles were no longer aching and I could now stand without my legs threatening to give out on me. Kian hadn’t seen me much over the week but since he also hadn’t called me to make any plans it seemed like he was giving me a rare weekend off. Whether it was because of his concern for my health or because he wanted to spend some alone time with Haruko I didn’t know and didn’t care but the thought was nice none-the-less.

Now the only thing I have to do is decide whether or not I want to meet Tatsuo. Ryu hadn’t said which day his brother would be there but I supposed it wouldn’t hurt to check on either or both of them, Saturday or Sunday. I wasn’t exactly sex crazed but whenever I remembered those eyes feelings of arousal spread through me and I found myself wanting to drown in them again.

No matter how long I talked myself around in a circle over this I already knew my answer and knew that before long I’d be down at that club, waiting for either brother to show up. Sighing I went through and raided my closet, looking for something even mildly appropriate for The White Tiger. I didn’t own much leather outside of a leather jacket, belt, and black cowboy chaps Kian have given me as a gag birthday present. (I had already vowed never to wear them and they remained collecting dust in my closet.)

Giving up after a few minutes I donned a plain black shirt and jeans and went into the living room to wait until it was close to opening. I supposed I could just call Kian and have him have Haruko let me in early but I didn’t want to bother the man and didn’t really want to have to explain why I was going back. He wouldn’t stop me or anything but I knew he was worried and would therefore keep an eye on me whether I wanted him to or not. Actually, I’m rather surprised he hasn’t banged down my door and demanded I tell him everything I know.

Of course, if he did, it would only garner more looks from the neighbors. I swear I think one of them saw me fucking Ryu and now they all probably think I’m fucking Kian as well. Never mind the fact that he’s my best friend and has been seen around here with his various girlfriends/boyfriends before.

Flipping on the TV I lost myself in some daytime drama on ABC and stared at it like a couch zombie until it was time to leave. As soon as I turned it off I immediately forgot what I had just watched but didn’t give it any thought in favor of thinking about what would happen when I went to the club. Would I find Tatsuo or Ryu? A shiver passed through me as I thought about finding both of them together and immediately questioned my sanity for actually wanting the boys to be incestuous.

Shaking my head I locked the door to my apartment behind me and avoided one of my neighbors on the steps as she sneered at me with distaste. I still didn’t know the details of this sudden hatred but I was pretty sure Ryu had something to do with it. It didn’t bother me though, they’d come up with some of reason to hate me sooner or later but I wasn’t about to start hating myself for liking men because of it.

Climbing into my old Honda I shoved old wrappers and soda cans off of the passenger seat and shoved the lose spring back into my seat before climbing in. Though car sex wasn’t my first choice I was glad it had been in Ryu’s car instead of mine. One of us, probably me, could have ended up dead in this P.O.S. or at least in the hospital needing a tetanus shot.

Somewhere in my mind I knew I was starting to become obsessed with these brothers but I couldn’t bring myself to care. They were hot as hell, great in bed, and outside of Ryu’s rough treatment there wasn’t any reason to stop. Their haunting green eyes drew me to them like a moth to a flame and just like that moth I was starting not care if I was burned.

When I arrived at the club there was already a line curving around the side of the building even though it was already open. I had no idea that The White Tiger actually attracted so many customers. Its not like it was the best place in town after all, but it might just be the only place that actually played foreign music.

Pulling into a spot behind the club I locked up the Honda, even though no one would ever want to steal that piece of shit, and walked around to the front entrance. I could have escaped out the back when I had been trying to get away from Kian but those doors had been too close to where I had been at the bar and then Kian would have caught up with me fairly quickly. For some reason I felt that no matter which door I had exited from Ryu would have been waiting for me. It was creepy, in a stalker-ish way, but also fairly exciting.

The bouncer yelled at me and caught my attention as I tried to walk by to the end of the line and waved me through without even asking to see my ID. He was the same guy from last week so he must have recognized me and thought I was here to see or help Haruko or something. I couldn’t think of any other reason for it than that. He didn’t look like he was interested in me.

Entering the club I immediately scanned it for signs of Kian but didn’t see him anywhere in sight. Good. One less thing to deal with. Relaxing slightly I walked to the bar and sat down on one of the seats, since it gave me the best view of the club, and scanned the place for either Tatsuo or his brother.

A hand ruffling my hair made me turn around to see Haruko leaning over the bar with an amused grin. Her clothing was tight and once again made of leather, leaving little to the imagination. I looked around the bar again just to make sure Kian wasn’t actually there.

“Back again, Jaidyn? Couldn’t keep your hands off me?” She winked to show she was joking and then motioned to Band-Aid on my neck. The wound still hadn’t healed. “What happened to you?”

“Vicious date.” I didn’t want to answer but she could probably get it out of Kian if she tried.

“Ouch. Same beauty as before?” I mutter something in reply and she rolled her eyes at my lack of response and leaned closer. “Hey, didn’t your eyes used to be blue?” Someone further down the bar demanded her attention and she gave me an apologetic smile. “Must be the lighting then. Have fun!” I frowned into the shot she left in front of me and tried to catch my reflection in it. It didn’t help any and I shrugged before willing myself to forget. It probably was just the lighting anyway.

Downing the shot I turned back to the dance floor and watched the throng of people moving together in a sporadic sea of flesh. Amongst them I caught sight of a head of long, black hair peeking out amidst all the leather and as soon as it appeared it was gone. Setting down the empty glass I headed to where it had disappeared and was soon sucked into the dancing vortex. All around me were people of every shape and size; pushing, touching, grinding, it was never ended and extremely hard to move through.

More than once I felt someone’s hands on me, tugging at my clothing and groping me freely, but I wasn’t interested in them. I was only interested in finding that head of long, black hair, hoping that it would be Tatsuo. After a few minutes of searching I was already starting to feel exhausted and wondered just how crazy I was to be here looking for a man I wanted to have sex with when I could barely stand up all week.

Shaking my head I had almost decided to leave when a pair of thin, pale arms wrapped around my waist and a distinct, male figure pressed against mine. His voice spoke into my ear in a mere whisper that somehow carried over the throbbing music as his tongue caressed my earlobe.

“Looking for me?” His hand slipped lower over my stomach and came to rest at the top of my jeans, just above my crotch. I tried to glance behind me and he moved to the side just enough so I could see who it was.

It was Tatsuo. His bright, green eyes were lined with coal, making them stand out even more against black of his hair and his half latex half mesh shirt. They were narrowed with hungry, looking me over with such ferocity that I wondered why I had waited so long to track him down.

“Maybe.” I replied, my throat feeling dry though I hadn’t been thirsty just a moment ago. He chuckled and moved around until he was standing in front of me. His arms stayed around my waist as he gripped the back of my shirt in his hands, just like what I had done to Ryu while he was fucking me.

“Good.” His lips tasted sweet with the faint burn of alcohol that tingled against my tongue as I twisted my fingers in his silky hair. With my other arm I pulled him closer and he moaned while slowly grinding against me. The wiggling of his hips brought back the memory of Tatsuo ridding me the first night we had together. His tight ass clenching around me as that fierce, black dragon tattoo glared at me from his back.

Groaning I rolled my hips against his and squeezed the firm globes of his ass, plunging deeper into his mouth and tasting all the alcohol he had consumed tonight. He was hard already. I could feel erection pressing into me though his leather pants and his fingers were already playing with the button of my jeans.

He moved his leg around one of mine and placed his hands on my hips for leverage as he started rubbing against me like some sort of cat. His tongue licked its way down my collar bone and he moaned like he was in heat, the sounds rushing strait to my groin. I tightened my hold on him and repressed a shiver as he leaned in close to my ear and panted with faint cries of pleasure, rubbing himself off against me.

“Tease.” I tugged his head back by his hair, exposing his throat and biting it, and he seemed to like it if his moan was any indication of how he felt.

“Only if I don’t follow through.” Tatsuo was just as impatient as his brother and if I wasn’t careful I was pretty sure we’d end up having sex in the bathroom or somewhere even more public. “Let’s go back to your place, hmm?” He purred and licked my lips, trying to stop me from thinking just so I’d just say yes. It was fairly effective too but he needn’t have made the effort. He had already been to my apartment so there was no reason to keep him out of it.

“Alright. What about your brother?” I can’t believe I had asked but Tatsuo’s only laughed in response.

“You can fuck him again later.” So he knew, and more importantly he didn’t care. That was good, something else I no longer had to worry about.

Suddenly Tatsuo growled and grabbed my hand, dragging me off through the crowd in a burst of impatience. He seemed to know how they would move for he darted though without any trouble and made a B-line for the back doors, the bouncers guarding it doing little more than raising an eyebrow at out behavior. I guess they were used to it by now and they did nothing to slow us down.

Once outside he slowed down and I realized he must not have drove and took the lead, taking him to my car. I was rather embarrassed now about the junk that littered the floor but Tatsuo didn’t make any mention of it as he strapped on his seatbelt, grabbing a hold of the arm rest on the door and clinging to it dramatically as he grinned at me. Ryu must have told him about it then, the jerk.

Starting up the car I tried to focus on driving but that, much like everything else was much harder when you had an erection and an attractive lover sitting in the seat next to you. I checked for cars behind us when we passed by the club and had to do a double take as I caught my own reflection. Haruko had been right, my eyes were different now. Dividing my attention between driving, Tatsuo, and the mirror I tried to get a good look at them and noticed they were now way greener than the blue they normally were.

A moan distracted me and I glanced at Tatsuo to see him rubbing his erection through his pants and watching me with a half-lidded gaze. My eyes darted back towards the road and then back to Tatsuo as he reached up under his shirt and twisted his nipple. I nearly swerved.

Cursing I glued my eyes on the road and forced myself to concentrate so we didn’t end up in a ditch or something equally painful, which was a hard thing to do while Tatsuo kept moaning and was practically masturbating right next to me. One thing was for certain though, we were not going to end up having sex in this car.

By the time we arrived back at my apartment I could hardly remember driving there at all and I was certain that I had made at least several traffic violations and ran about three stop signs on the way there. Or had they been stop lights? It didn’t matter and I had more important things to think about as Tatsuo was already out of the car and waiting impatiently for me to join him.

We didn’t meet anyone on the stairs on the way up to my apartment and for that I was grateful. I really didn’t need to deal with any of their angry/horrified looks or the comments they’d direct towards Tatsuo and I. And I was also equally glad that Kian hadn’t decided to visit and left me to my own devices.

Opening the door I just barely made it inside before Tatsuo pushed his way in after me and shoved back against the door, closing it soundly. His lips molded into mine and soon after he was grinding against me in a way that had me gasping and moaning. That fierce strength I had felt before was still there, rippling beneath the surface, and demonstrated that by practically lifting me off the floor as he rutted and moaned.

I pulled him back against me though even then I felt my strength failing and kissed him brutally in return, almost tearing open his lip with my teeth. He groaned and let me down on my feet before dragging my back towards the bedroom, pausing to tug his shirt off and toss it on the floor. Tatsuo then went for mine and I let him take it off before I claimed him in another kiss. The sweet taste of liquor on his tongue was addicting and I just couldn’t get enough of it.

His skin was baby soft and his hair was so fine it made him look fragile when compared with his androgenistic features but I knew that was not the case. He was just as strong as his brother and even more dangerous since he didn’t look it. Those who underestimate him would probably end up paying a price.

Tatsuo moved fast and before I knew it I was back in the same position I had been in before; naked and on my back with an equally naked Tatsuo crawling over me. His eyes pierced into mine and I found that once again I could not look away as he hovered over me, his hand moving over my chest and teasing me with his fingers.

“Lets not waste time with foreplay.” I agreed and flipped us over in a movement that surprised Tatsuo and caused him to yelp before he hit the mattress. Rummaging through the drawer for a moment I brought out a bottle of lotion that would work just as well as lubricant and uncapped it as Tatsuo changed positions, getting on his hands and knees with his ass sticking out in the air. I wasn’t about to complain.

Slowly I sunk my fingers in and he tightened around them so tightly that I could barely move. Then, reaching between his legs, I began stroking his cock and after a while he released a moan and loosened enough for me to prepare him properly. Shifting restlessly he moved around until his head was resting on his arm and looked back at me with lust in his eyes, and hunger.

Those eyes only brightened further once I hit that spot inside him and he bucked back onto my fingers as a shudder passed through his body. One of his hands tightened and clenched a fistful of sheets and I could imagine him just as easily tearing them apart.

“Damnit, Jaidyn, fuck me!” I withdrew my fingers and went back to look for a condom only to have Tatsuo stop me. “Don’t bother. I don’t have anything and I don’t care if you do.” I opened my mouth to protest, for ethics sake, but a low growl cut me off and I stopped at the look in his eyes. He wasn’t going to wait.

I tried to at least coat myself in makeshift lubricant but he growled at me again and I wondered if he really was a beast. Positioning myself I started to push in slowly but once I was a certain ways in Tatsuo lost his patience with me and rocked back, fully impaling himself in one smooth motion. Instead of it hurting like I thought it would Tatsuo merely moaned and wiggled his hips in a silent demand for me to move.

I knew that if he wouldn’t tolerate a slow penetration he almost certainly wouldn’t tolerate a slow fucking and therefore I didn’t hold back on him, pounding into him hard and fast just like the way Ryu had taken me. Tatsuo seemed to love it and rocked back to meet my every thrust, his hands twisting the sheets as he cried out.

His hair fell out of the way now, revealing the large black dragon that had haunted my dreams every night since I remembered it. Its piercing red eyes burned into mine the same way the brother’s did and its scales seemed to ripple and move under my touch as I place a hand on Tatsuo’s back. Further up were fingernail marks that looked like they had been carved into his flesh and my mind flashed back to when Ryu had taken me.

As he wordlessly had had promised, Ryu took me hard and fast, slamming into my sweet spot with every available opportunity and giving me such pleasure that I had to dig my fingers into his back and bite my lip to keep from screaming.

It was strange that these nail marks were in the same place I had left mine on Ryu’s but thought nothing more of it as Tatsuo tightened around me and demanded more. I moved my hand away from the dragon, keeping the other on his hip, and reached down to stroke him in time with my thrusts. He cried out further at this, moving back onto his hands to better support himself as he worked with me to bring us both to orgasm.

I was panting heavily now, the tiredness and fatigue that I had felt all week returning to me in tenfold but there was just no way I could stop. It just felt way too good and I couldn’t bring myself to disappoint this sensuous beast who was ridding me with such unabated passion.

Tatsuo tightened to the point that I could barely move without some serious effort and I knew from past experience that he was getting close to climax. Leaning down, without understanding why I was doing it, I licked a stripe across the dragon tattoo and moaned when Tatsuo tensed and cried out, spilling his seed all over the sheets.

I tried to last a little longer but the absolute tightness of Tatsuo’s muscles was like a coiling snake around my member and before long I was releasing inside him with a gasp that turned into a strangled moan. Staring down onto the dragon before me I lost the strength to hold myself up and collapsed on top of my lover who received me with barely a grunt. I was trembling now and the edges of my vision were starting to fade in a way that really worried me. I had only had one shot at the bar and sex had never tired me out this much before.

Tatsuo somehow managed to flip me over so I was no longer on top of him and hovered over me with an unreadable expression. His bright, green eyes were just as beautiful as ever and I tried to open my mouth to speak only to find that no sound came out. Heaviness settled in over my limbs and my breathing started slowing to the point where I was in a mild panic.

That panic was then ebbed away as it became harder and harder to think and the last thing I felt was Tatsuo’s lips brushing against my own as I sunk into a sea of never ending green.

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Tatsuo sat up as the last of the life left Jaidyn’s body and calmly went to clean himself off as the first, faint scent of death filtered through the room. It would be a long time before any human would smell it and Tatsuo was in no hurry to leave. Kian was taken care of, trapped in a mind weave he had cast in order to keep him out of the way. He would awaken sometime tomorrow believing he had gotten drunk off his ass and that was why he didn’t remember a thing.

Undoubtedly he would be the one to find his friend here like this but the fool had his girlfriend and the comforting thought that it hadn’t been his fault to keep him alive. Jaidyn had died a pleasurable death, not something that is usually experienced, and his soul would now live on forever inside of Tatsuo. Nourishing life force and becoming one with him as he is kept alive through his unwilling sacrifice.

Tatsuo redressed and cleaned off Jaidyn’s body the best he could, tucking him back into bed before his bowels could release. Scrunching his nose up in disgust he leaned back over Jaidyn to give him one last kiss as both Tatsuo and Ryu before brushing his hair away from his face in a lingering caress and leaving the apartment.

He didn’t bother to lock it this time since it would only lead to further questions and left the apartment complex without anyone around to see him. A few blocks away he shed the form of Tatsuo and reshaped his features into yet another persona, changing his body on the molecular level that left him without fear of ever getting caught.

Drago curled his shoulder length hair around a neatly manicured finger as his mouth turned up into a sweet, crooked smile. He was in the mood for French, and what better place to get authentic French cuisine than France itself? He laughed jovially and started humming a tune to himself as he walked contently down the moonlight streets.

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Author’s Note: I’m gonna explain some things because my friends usually don’t get stuff unless I explain it to them in detail. Also, there is a sequel! A sequel people, one that I know will make this one's ending all better!

The Names: Ryu and Tatsuo both mean ‘dragon’ in Japanese. Tatsuo more accurately is translated to ‘dragon man.’ Drago, on the other hand, means ‘dragon’ in French. Not that I’m using the names that mean dragon, not the words.

The Eyes: Many people believe that those with a connection to dragons have green eyes.

The Dragons: The dragon tattoo has three toes because that is what the Japanese version is like. The Chinese version has five toes. Black dragons are symbols of the North and cause storms by battling in the sky, but this symbology doesn’t come into play here. The tattoo dragon was black because I wanted it to be and the same goes for its eyes. Also, it has no connection with the Kokuryukai!

As for Tatsuo/Ryu/Drago, it is believed that dragons can assume human form. For my dragon he feeds on the soul of his lovers to stay alive and assumes more than one form.

The White Tiger: Byakko, the white tiger, is the guardian of the west. And since America is considered the west this is why I named the bar/club as such.

The Chevy: I’ve never seen the inside of a Chevy “Black Widow” so I have no idea if they have an “oh shit” handle or not (the handle on the inside roof of the car above the door) but Ryu’s does. I also don’t even know if the seat drops back or if it’s stick or automatic but I’m going to say yes and that it’s a stick because it’s old.

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