Like Sheep

[Saiketsu]

An alarm was echoing, slow and all consuming, oscillating. Every few seconds the music would be interrupted by the sound, low and red. Wait for it like a patrol car passing, a mic's feedback loop. Stand very still. FEEDFUCKFIGHTBLEEDFEEDFUCK --

Still. Don't move. Judas can't see you if you don't move.

The all-seeing Eye.

The bar beneath his fingers was polished dirty wood stained with beer and liquor. The stickiness pulled at the skin on his fingertips as he pushed his skin down until it stuck, a satisfying thing. Pull it off, stick it down. He couldn't feel his fingers, only the pull, like ripping of skin.

The bar was loud with human noises. Laughter that made him tense. Music. Conversations between actual people and actual things. Glasses leaving singing rings of condensation the bartop. The music made no sense to him, aggravation. Frantic.

His skin itched and his teeth felt dry. Blood tried pooling at the opening of his nostril, a curious thing. He hadn't snorted coke since 1982 when he finally realized it wouldn't do anything. Now the needles helped. Skewer bagged blood with a nice hot bump of H and let it fester for a few minutes and the cocktail was out of this world. He could use some smack right now. It would take the itching down like a fever. A nice cool floating feeling. Judas would purr. Judas liked to purr. Purr, yes, purr. Purrrrrrrrrr--

Nikolai Armani's painted knuckles rapped on the bar loudly exactly twelve times, even though the bartender looked over after the fifth, an incredulous look that felt like victory to the immortal rapping. Cigarettes. He now needed a cigarette. Two fingers signalled the being closer, closer, closer. Come here, very important.

Oscillation that obscured any sound or active vision. Wait. Wait. Wait.

"The fuck is your problem?" So it speaks!

Nikolai Armani's mouth split into a smile, deep, secret, evil, planning, planningplanningplanninglan --

"I need someone who's interested in adventure." Nikolai Armani's hand reached into his jean pockets and fished out his cigarettes and a lighter. This voice didn't belong to him. Who was this voice? Deftly, crinkled eyes, beautiful deep eyes, green eyes! looked out with allure. "I need someone who's interested in having a bit of fun."

[Trillian]

Trey lit up his joint outside the White Rabbit, to give himself some courage going in. It was recognised as a tough bar, a biker bar, a fucking either-punch-me-out-or-feel-me-up bar. It was so hot, much better than Venture, a clean-cut place for pretty boys and posers. Nothing he'd been allowed into. None of those guys wanted to have any actual fun anyway. They just wanted to be seen. Seen on the scene.

He giggled.

Trey moved through the doorway, paid the bullshit cover charge with a handful of coins out of his pocket (much to the disgust of the bouncer collecting it) and stepped inside. Immediately he ran into a huge guy with a leather jacket with colours on it. Eh. Trey had come looking for a pounding, but not that kind of pounding. The guy turned his head and laughed at him, but his friend glared. What the fuck, he hadn't even bumped him or anything! After a few traded insults, the first biker shoved Trey backwards and into a bar table. More insults as he knocked over a drink of someone sitting there.

Trey moved away before a fight could break out. He'd almost dropped his spliff! He pressed it between his lips again and took another deep inhalation of it. Holding his breath now. Holding. Holding. And out. He imagined he was higher now. Floating towards a fucking hot guy, like a cartoon person smelling a really great pie. Yum yum. Eye contact. Float some more. Arrive. Smile.

When he arrived, he took another pull of his joint - powerful shit, now he wasn't going to bitch as much about its higher price - until only half of it was left. To be polite, he offered it towards the hot guy for a share. So. Fucking. Hot. Had the words even been meant for him? It didn't matter, he had an answer.

"I'm up for anything," he said without preamble. No point having a life if he wasn't going to live it.

[Saiketsu]

The vampire whipped his head to the side to see some fresh meat addressing him. The noise rose, blaring in his ears like happiness. Left hand shaking, excitement, fingers clenching. Stick down, pull off, stick down pull off.

Cool fingers reached out to grab the roach, putting in towards his lips. Green met green and held without blinking, the smile crooked and dark. Useless, like snorting coke, but at least it had good flavor. Nikolai pulled on the roach until it glowed hot and burned down to his lips, almost nothing, much more than he needed to take. Good flavor. Good burn.

"That's good to hear," Judas purred with Nikolai's mouth. Left hand patted the bar five times, quick succession, wanting the kid to pull himself up to the bar. "What are you drinking? Anything you want, but make it good." Nikolai put the unlit cigarette and lighter on the bar as he hunted around in his pockets for another little package to present. Clear plastic baggie, tied off with a twist tie, two grams of 50-cut white heroin-acetaminophen. He put it on the bar to see how much fun this little fuck was interested in having.

[Trillian]

Trey moved onto the barstool beside the hot guy at the summons, mostly angling his body toward him. The blank slate offer had his eyes widening and eyeing the bottles across the bar with glee. All he ever drank was beer, or maybe if his friends stole a bottle of vodka or something so they could get smashed. The spliff had given him a more creative bent and he wanted to try something fancy.

"Whiskey sour."

He had no idea if he would like it, but he liked sour lollies so it would probably be like that. His joint was gone, burned down to the core and he sighed at its absence because he didn't have any more. When Hot Guy dug around in his pockets and presented a trophy of some kind (snow? smack? chalk? special K?), his eyes lit up again and coupled with a broad grin and he reached out to cover it with a hand, lest someone steal the prize away. Wow. He normally didn't have a chance to party with harder stuff, usually spending his money (both from his job and ill-begotten) on pot and beer.

"Bathroom?" he asked, thinking they would take some of it now, together.

His drink came right after his request, and was placed on a napkin before him. It looked funky, with some weird white shit floating in the top of it. Okay. Trey grabbed the drink and poured it into his mouth, feeling it burn a path down his throat. It made his eyes water and had a weird texture but it tasted okay enough and he forced himself to gulp it all. Pot, alcohol, now some mystery white powder.

"Trifecta," he whispered, waiting for Hot Guy to come with.

[Saiketsu]

Stiffening in the groin.

Whose groin?

Yes, Judas cooed softly in Nikolai's ear. Eagerness, a good quality in prey. Such a pretty prey. Tightness in his chest -- a blackness festered like a storm. The grip of fulfillment of the dark needs near at hand. Judas screamed, a swirling mass of black that pushed out from behind his eyes for a peek. A child at a zoo. Watch the caged creatures. Watch them. Fuck them. Devour them. TakehimtakehimtakeHIMTAKEHIMTAKEHI--

Nikolai's mouth curled into something seductive and his heroin went back into the pocket it was procured from. Feet touched ground in one fluid motion and the vampire slipped off the stool. A wad of cash appeared in his hand and he peeled off a twenty and put it under the Little Boy's empty glass. Heavily, Nikolai slapped a hand onto the Little Boy's shoulders and forced him to spin, facing the back of the club.

GOBACKTOSLEEP

Little Boy, his hands heavy on those warm tender shoulders. Party time.
partytimepartytimepartyTimePartyTIMEPARTYTIMEPART --

Nikolai led - pushed - the human towards the bathroom, both guiding him under the guise of something that felt like excitement, and forcing him if his mind changed and tried to run. Back, through the club, past the leather giants, the bloody-nosed blondes, through the human stench and rancor. Dark hallway, left turn, second door on the right. He knew the way well.

The push door swung inwards with a loud creak, banging closed behind him. Grimy and indelicate in its purpose. A single stall with a bathroom mirror, sink, and toilet. The tiled floor looked dirty and it was, the whole room smelling of bleach and piss. Nikolai locked the door behind himself.

He could count the creatures crawling on the toilet back and needed them gone. He wiped the little mongrels away with his arm first, smattering their green guts on the bone-colored porcelain. Toilet paper took care of the rest, yes clean now, and he made sure to get every last bit off. Almost satisfied with how clean it was, he tapped a small amount of powder out on the porcelain. With expert skill Nikolai set himself about cutting the dope into thin rails with an expired credit card that he kept specifically to cut. Without speaking to the human, he took out a rolled dollar, pressed and used to perfection. The show must go on. Judas snorted one of the lines with absolutely no effect. The human wouldn't know that, though. Too dark in the bar to spot Nikolai as anything other than human and so far his tics hadn't been expressed in any inhuman way - yet.

Powder stuck to the membranes of his nose and did nothing more. Nikolai scrunched his face for show, gripped his nose and sniffed, looking back at the boy with fakely glazed eyes and watched to see if this little brat had any idea what the fuck he had just gotten himself into, alone in a bathroom with Judas.

"Well?" Nikolai said, rubbing his nose and leaning on the wall so his groin was - casually, incidentally - at eye level with the toilet. There was no attempt at hiding his arousal. "Show me what you got, kid."

[Trillian]

Trey wasn't going anywhere other than the bathroom. He was so keen he barely saw the people he was moving past, they were just figures, people-shaped decorations to make the place look busy as he and Hot Guy blazed a path to the bathroom. The sensation of hands gripping his shoulders and guiding him was a turn-on too. Look who I've got, cha cha cha.

The slam of the bathroom door surprised him enough to look that way, and then he grinned as Hot Guy locked the bathroom door. Private time. This bathroom was a bit filthier than what he was used to, but they could still get up to all sorts in here. He watched as Hot Guy got Down-To-Business, clearing a space, making the rows, snorting the stuff.

He watched the performance avidly, keen to have a go. He took the bill and positioned himself neatly. He noticed the arousal and then looked up at Hot Guy, licking his lips before pressing them together as a suggestion of what they could do next. Trey was very good at thank-yous. Such a polite boy.

He copied what Hot Guy had done, sniffing it all up in one go and then standing (a reflex of his legs to push up and away) and reeling back. Something stopped him from falling, he didn't know what though. His eyes watered, his nose felt strangely full and there was a spot between his eyebrows that felt like it was going to explode. His hand pinched and rubbed at his nose while he squeezed his eyes shut. Oh wow, he'd forgotten what that was like.

When he opened his eyes to look at Hot Guy next, he found him all blurry. His eyes were still watery, then. He moved to rub them, next. The drug hadn't hit him in full yet, but he could feel it wanting to steal over him, creeping along before it devoured his mind.

[Saiketsu]

Oscillation, faster, more intense followed only by deafening silence like a void. He could feel himself fall into it, clawing at dark walls. Such a pretty head to look down on to. Scratching at eyelids trying to peek from within.

He hardened as the other snorted the white powder like a champion, suddenly proud of the human, impressed with his display of self destruction. His mouth watered, ached to feel that blood running down his throat, that bitter, biting blood. But it needed to settle first, needed to bond. It needed at least five minutes.

Nikolai's mouth opened and Judas' laugh echoed out softly, reverberating off the tile and plaster walls. He pushed himself off from the wall and followed the human's natural path as he struggled backwards with the drugs in his sinuses. Nikolai pressed against him commandingly until the boy was pinned against the wall and saw him for the first time in the fluorescent light over the mirror.

A sturdy jaw and thick neck. Green eyes that shone the drugs working, rimmed with red, and a watery glaze. Messy home-bleached hair with thick roots for pulling. Nikolai wanted to test that theory in time. For now, a tattooed hand rose and weaved its way into the the side of the other's hair without a hint of shame or coyness. The time for games was over. He hooked his hand onto the back of Little Boy's neck and pulled him in for a savage kiss, closing the distance between their bodies fully until Nikolai's erection could be felt between them.

[Trillian]

Pressed between the wall and Hot Guy was Trey's favourite place right now. He grunted at first, his breath pushed out of his body before his growing smile betrayed his own eagerness at what was going to happen next. His high was still in the wings, creeping forward, not quite on him yet. There was enough room for him to crouch down and take Hot Guy in his mouth. He thought that was going to happen when the other guy's hand fed into his hair and grabbed it. Trey was going to have to control his gag reflex then, if he was going to be forced at whatever pace his newest partner set.

Apparently there were other ideas. His whole body was consumed by the sensation of the Hot Guy on him. Like being lain on top of whilst standing up. Neat trick. Trey felt the impossibly hard hard-on (was it made of stone?) but his mouth wasn't meant for that, yet. The kiss was rough and electric, and he figured a sneak preview for what being with this guy was going to be like. He could handle that, he thought. At least he wasn't being smacked around - he wasn't keen on that so much, but he'd put up with it if it meant fantastic sex.

His hands roamed the other's body, feeling as much as he could reach. Shoulders, back, butt cheeks. His hands stayed there mostly, grabbing and pulling (though there wasn't even a millimetre to spare between them) in a rhythm that betrayed his desire to screw. Trey's own erection had grown between them, and he tried to wriggle his hips to rub against Sex On Legs, but he was too well trapped.

[Saiketsu]

Red blaring noise like a feedback in his head, the feeling of a heart so close, hands on pointed shoulders, on painted back, on his ass. His skin was on fire with want of the warm thing in his grasp, need of the hit. Little Boy was nothing but a means to a very high end. Fingers, long in thin, in eyeballs, slipping out of the skin, through the ducts. Like bugs. Pulling down to escape, dig and scratch. Set free. Blackness swirled and he was no longer seeing. Push, push, push, and Judas closed Nikolai's eyes.

He fell into that place again, unremembering. Simply gone.

Judas enjoyed the carnal rhythm presented by the human and bent Nikolai's hips further, matching the human. A quaking jaw met the human's mouth again and again, ferociously taking in the tongue and lips offered. No biting just yet. Still minutes left to go and pleasures to be had before he drained this bitch and got his high. Tattooed hands slipped down to massage Little Boy's growing cock through the denim. Judas growled lowly in the boys mouth as he felt the human's reaction, working that mouth harder, more desperately. His skin itched and the familiar anxiety flared in his chest.

The vampire pulled away just enough to look at the human, slowing Nikolai's hips to a painful grind. Judas's hand left the Little Boy's hair and slid slowly, sensuously towards the human's lower jaw. Judas grasped it firmly and rubbed the human's lips with his thumb and forefinger, leaving red trails on his face from a gently digging painted nail. He played then with the tips of the Little Boy's mouth, the soft flesh that would soon be wrapped around Nikolai's cock. He pushed his finger first past the lips of the human until the first knuckle slid across the Boy's lower teeth, grazing that tongue. Judas smiled expectantly as he played with his food. Judas knew the boy would take him in and show him how deep he could go.

[Trillian]

He'd had fantasies like this; hot sex in a filthy bathroom. He didn't know why it had to be a dirty but for some reason it added to it. Whenever he'd gone into bathrooms with other guys, it had been a little too real and kind of sad. Only once had it been really enjoyable - the first time he'd ever done it in a stall - and it was the only reason he kept going into bathrooms with other guys anymore... chasing that really cool moment.

This, though. This was a thousand times better. It was like blowing all those guys or letting them fuck him had paid off for this pornstar moment. Everything was hot and hard and dreamlike. His headache was gone and the creeper high was starting to show on stage. Just a couple more minutes, maybe. He wasn't floating yet but he was getting there. Hot Guy had this intensity that was unparalleled to anybody Trey had ever met. He wanted to do everything with him, for him, get everything he could get from him.

Nngh, fingers on his face and then on his lips. Trey's tongue darted out to meet them, and then they were sliding inside. Holding eye-contact, he licked and sucked, wanting more in his mouth, wanting to show he was very good at relaxing his throat (especially now, with the high on the edges). He murmured his pleasure, the vibrations travelling up Hot Guy's fingers, likely. He could give him a hummer, if he showed that he liked it.

All the way now, fingers past his tonsils - man, this guy had reach. He hoped his cock would be like that. Trey's hands got in the way of the other guy's rubbing, so he could measure that length for himself. Long and thick and he wanted to do a good job. Letting his sexy partner know he was ready but unable to talk with fingers buried in his mouth, his hands busied themselves untethering Hot Guy from his pants.

That action only said one thing; Let me at it.

[Saiketsu]

Judas growled his pleasure at the human, eyes closing as he relished the feeling of warm hands caressing his trapped cock. The imagined sensation of that mouth, that deep mouth on his shaft, tongue on his balls. Gagging, gasping for air around him, the throat closing to swallow him whole. The small sounds from the human were enough to send him into a bliss of savage imagery. What noises would this little bastard make with Nikolai's hard, curved cock in his esophagus, nutting on his soft palate?

A thick trail of saliva coated his fingers as he withdrew them from the human's sultry mouth, dragging his fingers onto the mortal's throat. Judas enjoyed the wetness between his fingers and clasped the Boy's throat forcefully, pushing him harder into the wall for only a moment, hoping to catch a stunned little breath from him. He could feel the air moving in and out of the human's windpipe, blood pumping hot just beneath the skin. Judas turned his nails inwards against the Boy's throat, enjoying the resistance of the skin, the tease of the tear. He wanted a taste of the panic, the terror, the thick zest of human arousal infused in the blood cocktail of smack and alcohol. All of it.

Marginally relieving pressure on the human's body, Judas pushed the boy down the wall with his other hand, choosing now to caress the neck that would be his for the night. It was more than a suggestion that the Little Boy arrive on his knees in front of the vampire, his mouth a perfect height to fuck. There was no polite request from Judas, only a forceful rubbing of denim cock against the boy's face as he fell to his knees, Nikolai's hand still on the side of the by's face, pulling at his hair. Impatiently, the vampire untucked himself from his pants, unromantically pushing his own zipper down and freeing his prick from his black denim. He groaned louder now through an open, unoccupied mouth as his dick, undoubtedly, struck the boy in the face.

[Trillian]

Trey grunted as he was shoved back, a hand with wet fingers on his throat. His breathing was harder and faster in his ears, his heartbeat racing with adrenalin - more so when his skin was sliced. He winced and whimpered rather than cried out, not wanting to make too much noise but confused by the pain. Had he done something wrong?

As he was pushed down, his t-shirt slid up and his back rubbed against imperfect tiles. They were cold and alien on his skin, hard but with bumps and bits of plaster jutting out uncomfortably. The fingertips clawing into his neck became gentle and he was relieved, but the bulge in Hot Guy's jeans was far from that as it pressed against his face. Trey's own erection was uncomfortable inside his own jeans, begging release, but he didn't dare do anything with it before taking care of this guy. He had a feeling he'd be punished for being selfish.

Crouched with his back against the wall, he was a little lower than Hot Guy's fly. Upon the reveal of his dick, Trey was gently slapped with it upon his cheekbone. Shifting his weight and dropping onto his knees pushed him closer to the veined appendage and he looked up past it to make eye contact with its owner. Trey was well under his spell and that of the drugs, making everything a hazy, wonderful dream. Like a sex dream. Everything would be good, now. His left hand clutched Hot Guy's ass, the other grabbed his silken cock at the base, and Trey put his lips over the head, flicking his tongue and gradually working his way down it. It was big, and another tendril of panic took hold as he imagined himself suffocating on it. He did gag, especially when Hot Guy's hold on his hair proved his impatience to be engulfed. Trey closed his eyes and wished the gagging away - and it worked. He relaxed; muscles unclenched, his throat opened and then he could take it all in. His right hand stole around to grab Hot Guy's ass as well, helping him to pump and thrust.

With his mouth wide open and head tipped back, Trey opened his eyes, feeling an intensity of connection to the other. He floated on detachment, feeling the sensation of his mouth being fucked and timing his breathing through his nose with every pullback. He could smell Hot Guy's sweat and musk more than he could smell the bathroom, which was a good thing. His hands squeezed and massaged through denim, and he wondered if he should pull Hot Guy's jeans down farther - if he would like that. He started tugging on them.

[Saiketsu]

An uncontrolled gasp and a dark chuckle as Nikolai's cock - lukewarm from the human he had drank before to get his coke fix -  met warm lips, the hand on his ass creeping in desperation of the moment. Judas loved the tongue dance on his head, the grip on his base, the wet sounds of the Kid's mouth over the texture of his prick. He purred his approval in a series of grunts and groans with each thrust, low and guttural mixed with expletives and agreements. Once that throat opened and welcomed Judas farther, he began his controlling rhythm, picking up his speed a bit and forcing the Little Boy's neck to remain in one place.

"Good boy," he hissed, his hand massaging the Little Boy's throat as his cock slid down it.

He could feel his peak building and he pushed himself harder into the human's mouth, grunting loudly with the effort. He braced himself with his other arm against the wall tiles above the Boy's head so his body was arched just enough to provide himself a good angle for slipping out of the warm wet hole at his waist. He wanted to damage this little fuck's throat, to ram him into the wall with his cock, to make him feel it the next day. Judas' thoughts spiraled into more and more vicious fantasies as human hands pulled at his jeans and lowered them, suck suck sucking away at that member being rammed in his mouth. Impatiently, Judas pushed the rest of the denim off his thighs, allowing his pants to bunch at his ankles so that the human would have access to any part of Nikolai's lower body that he wanted.

Interested in seeing what this Kid would do, Judas took one of the boy's hands and placed it back on his ass, the index on the cleft of his ass cheeks, hoping this like Fuck would get the message. Or maybe he wouldn't be willing to massage him into blowing an even bigger load in his mouth. "You like this cock, Kid?" Judas forced his his hips forward and down, pointing his cock deep into the human's throat and leaving it there for a long minute until he felt the kid's panic of not breathing properly. Only then would he pull out slowly, watch the saliva drip from his cock onto the ground.

[Trillian]

When his airway was blocked, panic took hold and tears shone in his eyes. He looked wide eyed at his partner in a silent plea, and once he saw Hot Guy's expression, Trey finally understood that this guy was getting off on being cruel. And then he could breathe: Relief, sweet and sour because it had been manufactured. Trey kept his throat relaxed and open... and as jeans slid down and his hand given a prompt, Trey followed the instruction loyally, finding Hot Guy's hot hole and toying around it, teasing with his finger as best he could, trying to bring his chosen partner to orgasm.

The tears continued to fall though and he felt embarrassed by them. They made his eyes a liquid shining green and would be obvious. At least his nose wasn’t clogging with snot, he wasn’t crying those kind of tears. His jaw was aching and he was wishing for an end. His other hand lifted to gently cup Hot Guy’s balls, stroking them in time with the thrusts. He liked that kind of thing and it usually got him off so he hoped it would do the same here and now for the other.

[Saiketsu]

Judas loved that pleading look, the tears, the fingers obligingly exploring his ass, circling him. It wasn't enough to make him cum harder like he had wanted, but the stimulation was more than welcome nonetheless. He growled with pleasure as the Little Boy held his balls, finger-fucking his ass, sucking all at once. Nice, long strokes on the boy's tongue, choosing now to only occasionally push himself deeper into the mouth at his hips. Judas peaked in a golden crescendo that echoed in his ears, emptying a load with a few deep strokes into the Boy's now-swelling throat. The rest he saved for those pretty little lips, pulling himself out as he trickled the end of his orgasm onto the human's tongue. He groaned loudly, a noise mixed with a gutteral hiss. Without waiting for the Boy's reaction, Judas took himself in hand and milked out the last few drops into the Boy's mouth.

Judas gave the human a brief moment to recover before pulling him up to eye level by the collar of his shirt, roughly. With a twisted smile as he descended from the orgastiac high, he pinned the Boy to the wall again. Judas stroked the other's face, smearing his tears. How pathetic. This was his fucktoy for the night. A human so close and so high, his for the taking. What other little tricks could they get into before the night was over? Judas's mouth watered, jaw quaked in anticipation. Now for the real fun.

Judas moved his hand up to the side of the Boy's face - gentler this time - and wrapped his hand around the human's jaw. A thumb rubbed the Boy's lips again. He could smell his own seed on the Boy's breath, and it piqued his interest in the Boy again, remembering those human eyes looking at him fearfully. Judas shushed the Boy and leaned in to kiss the human's jaw and neck like a lover.