Katoxi - "Posessed"

N/A: For those who know the Black Widower universe, this is a sequel to Epiphania and Angelo has only been Changed for about a year.


Snow. Icy. White. Glittery. It was the second time he'd ever seen it and Angelo decided he was tired of it already. He kicked at the snow drifts in frustration, hating every step he had to take in the snow that reached past his ankles. There was more falling and it would only get worse before the night was over. His jeans were cold and wet and even though the only chill he really felt was in his veins, he could have done without the soaked jeans sticking to his legs like an icy parasite. It felt, well, disgusting, like he'd pissed himself. It made Angelo's already shitty mood downright murderous.

Hunting tonight was gonna be near impossible. The frigid temperatures kept people at their warm homes and the air was so thick with condensation that Angelo couldn't track a scent if it bit him in the ass. Sylvie was from up North, way North, she was used to this weather. Even though he couldn't feel the actual chill, Angelo could FEEL the cold air against his wet jeans.

"It's freezing," a voice suddenly said.

Angelo whirled around and saw a young man, maybe a little older than Dimitri. The cold and wet air threw Angelo's senses for a loop. The blond haired blue eyed man should not have been able to sneak up on him but yet he just did. Angelo would have to make sure that wouldn't happen again. He smiled at his new "friend," relieved that he wouldn't starve tonight. "You always say obvious things?" he replied.

"Are you always such a wiseass?" the man countered.

Angelo grinned. "No. You're special."

"How about we go somewhere warmer?"

My my. The man moved fast. Not even a minute and he was already casting his line. Angelo decided to play dumb for now. "Like where?"

"I don't live too far from here. It's pretty toasty." The man looked downwards and added, "We could get you out of those cold clothes and throw them in the dryer."

Was this idiot for real? "And then what?"

"Then…." the man laughed, "you'll have dry clothes."

The guy's laugh was one of those buddy-buddy laughs that Angelo wanted to laugh at himself. Like having Angelo naked, vulnerable and alone wasn't in those plans. "I guess so," Angelo said in an unsure voice. This was too easy. If it wasn't for the fact that the icy temperatures had forced him to be less choosy about dinner possibilities, Angelo wouldn't have even bothered.

The man patted Angelo's shoulder. "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you."

Yeah, not much. If it got any more predictable, there’d be some cheesy porn music. Angelo’s contempt for the kiddie fucker made him want to shake him up just a little. For just a moment, he dropped the blankness of his eyes and his lips curled into a grin that shouldn’t have been on any child’s lips, teenager or otherwise. "But I might hurt you, sweet thing," he whispered menacingly.

Something in Angelo's expression rattled the young man enough to make him laugh nervously. "Great sense of humor you have, kiddo," he said as if his words would make it true.

"Yeah," Angelo replied sweetly, humoring him. "Had you going a moment, mmmm?"

The relief that flashed across the young man's pretty but sharp features was palpable. "You sure did," he agreed, seeing the beautiful teenager instead of the jaded predator Angelo was becoming. Then he changed the subject. "So, are you gonna go home with me or freeze your ass out here?"

"You think I don't have anywhere else to go, sunshine?" he said with a slightly insulted tone. He didn't really care, in fact he expected it, but he knew his reaction would make this perv soften.

And disarmed. "I didn't mean it that way, dear," the man soothed. "I just figured that maybe your place was farther than mine and we could call your mom and let her know you're safe and warm with me.

Suppressing laughter was getting harder and harder. He knew the set up, knew what Mr. Friendly was really fishing for. The least he could do for the poor guy was to tell him the truth. "My mama's dead," he said regretfully. And the fact that Angelo was the cause of that death still haunted him.

Angelo could see the gears turning in the guy's head and how he answered the man's next prompt would shape Angelo's fate. "That must be hard for your dad," the young man probed.

"It was," Angelo answered. Again, it was the truth but he'd chosen his words carefully to figuratively hammer the nail in his own coffin.

So to speak. But they did the trick, just like Angelo knew they would. The blond man's eyes lit up and his smile became even friendlier. "Your father," he began before pausing dramatically, "… passed away?"

Angelo shrugged. "Could've. I ran so I got no idea."

"So you don't have anywhere else to go," the babyfucker pointed out sharply, implying that Angelo had been lying when he challenged the man's earlier assumptions.

"So fucking what?" Angelo spat before he realized that he was letting this arrogant prick get the best of him. He exploded when Ardoin did the same thing; treating him like some dumb kid who didn't know any better. He just knew that this guy used that same it's-for-your-own-good tone on every boy he picked up, only they fell for it. If Angelo didn't calm down he'd blow the whole thing.

Not that he couldn't easily catch and kill this kiddie Casanova but that'd spoil the fun somehow.

Instead, Angelo swallowed his rage and tried to focus on what waited for him if he could just control his temper. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Just embarrassed, is all."

That little show of vulnerability worked and whatever anger was in the man's eyes instantly faded. "No need to be embarrassed…." He trailed off for a moment. "I'm Logan. And you're?"

Angelo decided to give the same name he'd been using lately. He didn't know why, maybe because it was his eldest brother's and it was his way of saying '"fuck you" to him. And to the grandfather the firstborn boy was named after. To them all.

"Nick it is," Logan said, his eyes shining with triumph.

Logan's place was in a fancy, luxury hi-rise that they had to take a glass elevator to get to. Angelo wasn't quite used to those yet and it made him slightly dizzy watching the different floors flying by as they went up higher.

To the fifteenth floor. By the time they got there, Angelo was grateful that the world wasn't moving anymore. Logan saw his slight trembling and laughed a little. He patted Angelo's slender shoulder."You afraid of heights, Nicky?"'

Ugh! The way that babyfucker faked intimacy to make kids trust him was so fucking patronizing it made Angelo want to puke.

Especially when he knew how well that worked from his own experience….

Angelo shook those thoughts out of his head until all that remained was the hatred. "I'm not a fucking kid," he said softly.

"I know," Logan replied, squeezing Angelo's shoulder affectionately in a way that didn't match the condescending tone. That probably confused the typical chickens this hawk usually got but Angelo could do it in his sleep.

That didn't mean that it didn't piss Angelo off anyway. "I'm not!" he insisted.

"Yes, yes," Logan soothed, "you're a young man, Nicky." He kept his hold on Angelo's shoulder and pushed, leading him to his apartment.

"Nick," Angelo growled.

The blond perv humored him. "Nick." Then he grinned. "We're here." He opened the door and walked in but Angelo stayed outside in the hall. Logan's eyes lost some of their good natured twinkle. "What's the problem, Nicky."

Angelo got it. Logan was purposely pushing Angelo's buttons as punishment for not jumping when Logan said so. "You never invited me."

Logan's warm and fuzzy façade dropped briefly before he regained his composure. "Why would I've brought you here if you weren't welcome?"

Not enough. Usually this part annoyed Angelo but tonight he was more than happy to wangle the invite. Anything that tweaked Logan's last nerve was just fine with Angelo. "For all I know you're some undercover cop trying to trap me into some fine for indecent acts or something." Then Angelo grinned. "If you invite me in then I'll know you're cool."

Translation: Once Logan invited Angelo into his apartment, then he could be fined or even jailed for statutory rape with a minor. Not that he thought for one moment that pervy Logan was a cop but it gave Angelo a great excuse to have Logan make a concession.

Logan was having more and more trouble hiding his annoyance. "You better be worth all this trouble."

Angelo gave him his most sultry smile. "Oh I am, lover."

"Lover, huh?" Now Logan was all smiles because he knew was about to get some. "Come on in, then."

Angelo walked through an arch leading to a mahogany foyer with the living room on one side and a kitchen on the other. He smirked as he heard Logan lock the door, wondering how long it'd take for the blond to make his move.

Not long at all. "Can I get you a drink, Nick?" Logan offered as he walked into the kitchen.

Angelo suppressed a grin at Logan's ironic choice of words. "Depends on what you got."

Logan opened the liquor cabinet beneath the kitchen island. "You drink a lot, dear?" he asked in an almost mocking tone.

If there was one thing Angelo loathed it was to be humored. "You don't think so?"

"Alright, alright," Logan, "you drink all the time." He rolled his eyes. "That brings us back to what do you want?"

"Anything sweet."

"Sweet huh," Logan muttered under his breath, obviously thinking. Then his eyes lit up. "How about a slow comfortable screw?"

Angelo was completely taken off guard. "Right now?"

"No," Logan sneered, "next week." He went to the fridge, got a bottle of what looked like orange juice and put it on one of the granite counters that framed the kitchen. "Yes, Nicky, now." His eyes narrowed. "Unless you're stalling because you're afraid of getting drunk."

"Fine," Angelo mumbled.

Then he took off his leather jacket and his tank top, his fingers going for his zipper before Logan cried, "Whoa, whoa sailor, what're you doing?"

Angelo was really beginning to lose his patience and along with that, his ability to keep up this charade. "Can't fuck with my clothes on, dearheart."

Now Logan was the one off guard. "Fucking? Did I say anything about fucking?" he said with mock innocence, as if that wasn't the goal of the night. Then he suddenly burst out laughing. "I get it. You never had a slow comfortable screw. I'll have to remedy that."

He went to the liquor cabinet, took out sloe gin, Southern comfort and vodka and put them next to the orange juice. There was another cabinet right over the sink and he reached up to get a glass. "First the slow," Logan said and poured the candy red gin into the glass.

"Now to make it comfortable." Logan added the Southern comfort whiskey. "Lastly we have the screw." Orange juice and vodka. He mixed it all together until the glass was filled with scarlet. If only it was a little darker.

He handed the glass to Angelo. "Drink up."

Angelo could see the eager anticipation in Logan's eyes, as Angelo downed the drink in one gulp. "Good stuff," he gasped and disappointment twisted Logan's features. Guess he wanted Angelo drunk. Too bad for him.

Before Logan could say another word, Angelo suddenly heard a key turning in the lock. They were about to have company.

Fantastic.

The door opened and Angelo saw a brunet with dark brown eyes and a body as slender and sinewy as his own. Not much older than himself either. "Who the fuck are you?" the new guy demanded, his gaze locked on Angelo.

Logan didn't give Angelo the chance to answer. "Dorian, meet Nick."

"Hi, Nick." Dorian's smile was ugly. More like a baring of teeth.

Angelo gave Dorian his own smile, flashing something sharp just for him. He felt a sense of satisfaction when he saw Dorian blink, as if his eyes were playing tricks on him. "Hi, yourself."

"I thought you had class tonight," Logan said to Dorian in a too cheerful voice.

"Class was cancelled," Dorian snapped. "You weren't about to play without me, were you?"

Logan kept his pasted on smile. "Excuse me, Nick," he said before grabbing Dorian and dragging him aside.

Didn't matter. Angelo heard him anyway. "Are you trying to ruin things or are you just being retarded?" Logan hissed angrily in Dorian's ear.

"Are you being greedy or are you just an idiot?" Dorian countered.

"Who's being greedy?"

"Sneaking him home so you don't have to share him? What would you call it?"

"I wasn't sneaking," Logan protested. "He fell into my lap, geek."

"Yeah, sure."

Logan patted Dorian's shoulder. "I ran into him when I was outside taking a walk. How could I resist someone so pretty." He chuckled. "Nick's almost as pretty as a girl."

Angelo choked, forgetting he wasn't supposed to hear that conversation. If he wasn't careful, he'd ruin everything.

Apparently Dorian wasn't thrilled either. "You think that makes you any more straight or something?"

"I am straight!" Logan demanded. "You're the flamer who likes my dick in your mouth."

And having sex with a boy was straight? Angelo didn't get it. Unless it was because Angelo was 'just a kid;' something young and pretty for Logan to stick his dick into. Angelo had had an affair with a man like that back in Tarpon Springs. Alekos. Too bad for Dorian if that was the case, because he obviously wanted something from Mr. Straight that he would never get.

Dorian's lips suddenly curled into a vulpine smile. "You were such a jerk about keeping 'pretty,' 'girly' Nick all to yourself. I think you're gonna make it up to me by letting me have him first. Then we'll meet you in your bedroom."

Logan snickered. "You're deluded if you think I'm gonna let a cocksucker like you get the first crack. Keep on digging this hole for yourself and I won't even let you suck mine anymore."

"That's right. You 'let' me suck you off. Yet, you seem to have no problems kissing and sucking off young boys. Maybe I should make an anonymous call to your brother Brendan and share that information. After I send the picture I took, that is."

Hmmm…. maybe Logan wasn't like Alekos after all. The only reason Alekos blew Angelo was because he knew Angelo would never have sex with him otherwise and rape wouldn't have satisfied the man at all. This was getting more and more interesting. But Angelo would make both boys pay for the "girl" remarks.

Then again, with how pale Logan was getting, maybe it wouldn't be necessary. "You're bluffing. You want me too much to put me in a situation that would get my ass killed."

"Try me."

The look of pure panic on Logan's face made Angelo smirk. Maybe Dorian was bluffing but Logan didn't seem to want to take the chance because he stalked down the hallway and slammed a door moments later.

- You think something's funny? -

What the fucking hell? Was that in Angelo's mind? It sounded like Dorian's voice. – Get the fuck out of my head! – he warned.

Dorian's laughter rang in Angelo's mind. – Not so fast. First, let's just drop the sweet innocent act. I know what you are and I know what you need. –

Angelo froze, his muscles instantly tensed. He'd pushed it with what he revealed to Dorian. – I don't know what you're talking about, - he coolly denied.

- Yeah that's why you're talking telepathically to me. Save it for the sheep like Logan. -

Angelo couldn't resist. – So you like sucking sheep cock? –

- Shut up! –

- Make me. -

Angelo suddenly cradled his head as a psychic wallop split his head wide open. Or at least it felt that way. Since when were Norms that powerful?! Come to think of it, since when did Norms have any psychic or psionic power period?

This Dorian might be a more formidable opponent than Angelo realized. The thought thrilled Angelo and scared him all at once.

In the six months since he decided to leave everything he'd ever known and the only person he cared about to cast his lot with three strangers, Angelo had learned about the abilities this new Changed state held. And how to perfect his control. He was powerful enough when he was just a halfblood incubus; add the other half of him being Sangsue and a Nightchild at that and he was nearly unearthly.

Angelo had left himself unguarded and unshielded, believing that any psychic defense was unnecessary. That had been stupidly naive of him but now that Dorian was in his head it meant that Angelo could get to HIM as well. He reached out with a flick of his will and smacked the other boy down.

- So you've stopped playing dumb. Though you're weak, Nick. Or should I say, - Dorian paused dramatically, - Angelo.- Dorian cackled then gave him a mental slam that made Angelo's strike seem like lovetap.



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