The Playground.
Midnight.
Be there.
Angelo
I found the note on my bed when I'd woken up earlier that night, right beside a pair of shiny, purplish, liquid metal-like jeans and a violet, button-down, cotton shirt with accented streaks of that same shiny purple. On the floor next to the bed was a pair of shiny black, lace-up, boots. He must've slipped in and left all this when I was still Sleeping.
To be honest, I was surprised to find anything from him at all, let alone a note and nice clothes. Clothes I knew he picked out himself. After all, we'd gotten into a huge row two weeks before and I hadn't seen him since then.
It was the longest he'd ever been gone and by the middle of the second week I began to wonder if he'd ever come back.
Come back to me.
Where he'd gone made no difference; by now I knew his steady escape hatches so I figured he had to have been spending at least some time with one or both of them.
But not two whole fucking weeks. Angelo could barely tolerate spending one week with Dimitri, forget about shacking up with his cousin for two. And Radu? Shit, Angelo would only put up with that Odogi asshole for so long; good sex or no good sex. That left only one other option that I didn't want to face; but by last night I couldn't hide from the truth
anymore.
Angelo was spending the rest of his time with my replacement. He'd found a new pigeon to Sire.
How long had it been? About a year? I'd lasted longer than the others but I'd been an idiot to think that he'd stop at Siring me. Not when there were so many other pretty boys he wanted.
In fact, that'd been what the fight had been about: as if that was anything new. Most of the time Angelo and I argued, it was about one of three things: his tomcatting, his habit of growing silent when I asked a question he didn't want to answer or not clueing me in on anything he didn't want me to know, and last, but certainly not least, his disappearing acts.
But this fight had been about his sluttiness. A dumb fight, I admit, especially since I knew about all that when I decided to be with him forever and let him Sire me. Still, it wounded me like hell when I found out he'd been hiding a new plaything from me.
Now, I could've looked at it pragmatically and told myself that this plaything was temporary and I was permanent and that was all that mattered. I could've even considered the fact that he wouldn't be doing it behind my back if he didn't care about hurting me.
But if he really cared, I'd be enough for him.
Well, after our argument he stormed out of my room and that was the last I saw of him.
So when I saw the clothes and the note, I had a mixture of emotions go through me. At first I was relieved. He wanted me to meet him, which meant he wasn't going anywhere. But maybe he was gonna break the news of this new kid to me and that's why he wanted this meeting.
Or maybe, he'd even bring the plaything who wasn't gonna be so temporary after all.
The thought of that and the fact that Angelo was expecting me to show up just because he suddenly decided to make an appearance after vanishing for two weeks, made me seethe like a simmering pot about to blow its top. How fucking dare he! Did he think I'd just come running?
Of course he did, or he wouldn't have bothered to dress me up, and what was he planning to dress me up for anyway?
After flirting with the idea of standing him up, I decided to juice up first, then go back to my room, shower and get dressed in those nice clothes before showing up at the Playground just before midnight. Let him see me dressed to kill. Let him eat his fucking heart out.
It was about midnight now. There was no sign of him yet and I didn't feel him anywhere in the Nocturne. Maybe he was standing me up.
No, I realized, that was ridiculous, and it wasn't Angelo's style.
He'd show up when he would show up. In the meantime, I'd sit at the bar and drink. (A cocktail, Amorette,) I ordered in Nightspeak.
She gave me a dubious look. (You sure?)
I gave her a look back. (Oh yeah.)
Amorette shrugged and went to the fridge. She took out a wine bottle filled with wine-spiked juice recently tapped from a human who had either donated it or had it taken from him. She poured it into a glass and set it in front of me on the bar counter, shaking her head. At this point, I didn't care. If the vache had been drunk that'd be good enough for me.
Twelve o' five and he still wasn't there. Fuck it.
"You look beautiful, kaloz mou," I suddenly heard him whisper in my ear. "I knew that color would bring out your gorgeous green eyes."
I pretended not to hear him and kept on drinking.
Angelo was a lot of things but stupid wasnât one of them. He figured out I was ignoring him, which was one thing that drove him fucking nuts. "Don't be mad," he whispered again before he ran his tongue along the shell of my ear. "I know you are." Angelo began to nibble my earlobe which was something I could take no notice of. Then he did the one thing that he knew would make me pay attention. Angelo plunged his tongue into my ear and blew air into it, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine.
(You play dirty,)I muttered.
His answer was to turn my barstool around and straddle my lap, throwing his arms around my neck. (Whatever works.)
(You look good,) I admitted. And he did. Leather from head to toe: everything from the sleeveless zip up shirt to his tight jeans, even his boots. The form fitting leather hugged his body and the way it emphasized his thighs, legs and that juicy ass of his was quickly turning my fury to something else so did the slow rolling of his hips, the cool leather sliding sensually against my crotch. He was already hard and his movements were making my own cock start to stiffen...
No! Once I gave into that, I'd lose. (You on your way to somewhere?) I asked, trying to focus on my anger again.
Angelo smiled. (Not anymore.)
I nodded knowing exactly what he meant and let it stab my heart. (You just got back from somewhere, then.)
The smile faded. (What's with the questions, Weasel?)
There it was. The first sign that he was getting irritated. Good, let him be. At least it'd stop this sexual manipulation that Angelo was such a master at. (What's with you playing dress up?) I retorted.
(Don't you dress up for a date?)
(You mean your new fling?)
Angelo stared at me as if I'd gone insane. (I mean you.)
Dress up for a date. That was what he left the clothes for. This "date."
Well I'll be damned.
That still didn't excuse his being missing in action for the past two weeks, I was still pissed at that. But I could feel a lot of my anger melt away. (Where were you up until now, Angel Boy?)
(Tonight?)
(For starters.)
Angelo sighed. (Ta gamisa, moro mou.)
(Yeah,) I agreed, (You did fuck up.) Badly. Angelo knew it. He rarely ever called me "baby."
(I went on a bender for the first few nights,) Angelo began. (If I wasn't jumping their bodies, I was jumping their bones. If I wasn't fucking them I was killing them.)
(With Dimitri and Radu.)
Angelo nodded. (It got old real quickly.) His eyes met mine. (The whole time I was with them, I was furious that they weren't you.)
(Were you?)
He ignored my sarcasm. (Yes.) Angelo put his hand to the back of my head, leaned over and kissed me in a way that sent an electric thrill through my body; his tongue licked my lips before I finally gave in, biting his lips and sucking at them before letting his tongue explore my mouth.
Angelo's mouth tasted sugar-sweet. He'd done someone just before he got here, the same way I had and even though we hadn't Shared the kills, being juiced up still had the same effect on us.
Our kiss grew deeper and hungrier, his grinding harder and faster...
(Hey you two,) someone yelled. (Get a room!)
Angelo broke the kiss and grinned wickedly. (Actually,) he said to me, (That's part of the plan.) He turned to Amorette. (Koukla,), he asked affectionately, (is the Playroom ready?)
Amorette shook her head. (Sorry. All are being used right now.)
(But you told me that you'd have a vacancy around midnight.)
Ah. Everything was starting to make sense.
(We were supposed to, cher, but they're· taking a little longer than they planned.)
That was a first; every Playroom was occupied. (Must be something in the air,) I mused. (We can always go back to my room or yours.)
(Or we can stay here and play in the meantime...)
I shifted so he could feel how aroused I was. (Mmmm, yeah, we can do that.) I unzipped his shirt, exposing his chest and belly. (Maybe like this?) I leaned forward and let my lips, tongue and teeth get reacquainted with his chest. My tongue teased his nipples, pressing them against my teeth, feeling a sense of satisfaction at Angelo's gasp. My teeth raked against his flesh, but I wouldn't bite him just yet.
Angelo pushed my head away just long enough to shrug off the shirt before my lips were on him again.
Gods, I'd missed his scent: honeyed spice that excited the hell out of me. Tasting it made my tongue tingle and my fangs slide out from their sheathes. Guess I'd have to use them soon because they weren't gonna go back 'til I did.
I tilted him back just a little and Angelo let out a sigh as my mouth traveled lower, nibbling at his abs and pecs, my bites getting harder as I reached his belly.
Angelo usually didn't like an audience. He wasn't big on shows. But he wasn't pushing me away and his moans grew more demanding as I ran my tongue along the waistband of those leather jeans.
"I can't reach any farther, Angel Boy," I whispered. "Not in this position."
Angelo grinned mischievously. (But I can.) He slid down my legs and fell to his knees. (Easily.)
He buried his head in my crotch, sucking me through the fabric, the friction of his teeth driving me crazy. (Yeah,) I said, my voice husky, (You can.)
Angelo unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down with his teeth. Then he licked and nibbled at my exposed shaft, every touch of his teeth and tongue igniting little fires of desire in every nerve ending. I gasped, "let's get on the floor and snag one of the cushions before you make me come right now."
(Wouldn't you rather have a room?) Amorette asked, handing me a key.
Angelo rose to his feet. (When did one become free?)
Amorette laughed. (A little while ago, but you were having so much fun I didn't want to stop you.)
I zipped up my jeans and got off the barstool. (You're enjoying this just a little too much, cheri.)
Amorette just smiled. (Go. Have more fun. Enjoy yourselves.)
Angelo smirked picking up his shirt. (Don't worry. We will.) He laced his fingers through mine, squeezing gently. (You ready?) He asked me.
I suddenly flashed back to the first time we made love almost a year ago. Angelo had been teasing me all night, getting me so hot and bothered that I couldn't see straight. When we finally made it down here and walked into one of these Playrooms, I was more than ready for him and nearly found out the hard way why Angelo had been so reluctant to have sex with me before he Changed me.
I decided right then and there that I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anything in the world. So I gave him my blood, my heart and my soul and on that night I became a Nightchild.
Was it worth it? Even with all the bullshit Angelo pulled, the nights of passion, sex and blood, those times when Angelo gave me everything he was capable of giving made it worth it. It was all part of the package, and even now, I still wanted him.
And I was gonna take what I wanted.
The key opened up the last Playroom on the left and as soon as we shut the door, I pinned Angelo against the wall, seizing his mouth with a fierce kiss.
Angelo's eyes clouded over with lust and he returned the intensity of my kiss, dropping the shirt and pulling me tight against his body, his hands caressing my ass.
We were bound by blood of course; it was a given because it was his blood and mine that had Changed me. But the bond hadn't been renewed in two weeks. I'd have to fix that. Sharing Pleasure with Angelo was wonderful within itself, but it was even better with the blood bond doing its thing.
My mouth slid from his and my tongue ran across his jaw, my arms slipping down to the small of his back.
We really didn't breathe except when we got really aroused; Angelo's breathing was growing heavier and sharper, he knew what I was about to do because my lips were trailing down to his chest. I licked and bit his nipples before my mouth moved just below the left one and my teeth sank in.
Angelo let out a hiss of pleasure, his own fangs out now because I'd gotten him real hot and bothered, yeah, it was the equivalent of a hard-on. His mouth trailed down to my throat, his tongue caressed and teased and I cried out in ecstasy as his teeth pierced through the skin.
Now we were Sharing each other, sucking and lapping, our pleasure becoming one as our cocks ground against one another, moving to the rhythm of our sucking.
The taste of each other's blood excited us to begin with, but mixed with the amplification of sensations, the feeling of his lips moving against my flesh, and the fact that I could experience the need my own lips were causing him to feel, and there really was no comparison between that and Norm sex.
There was a reason why it was known as Nightchild foreplay.
Every feeling created an intense feedback that augmented our rapture until it swelled into an upsurge of ardent desire, an orgasm within itself.
We lifted our heads and our mouths crushed together, devouring each other and we lost ourselves to the almost animal Sharing of pleasure.
Angelo and I slid down to the floor, ridding ourselves of the rest of our clothes, our teeth and nails assaulting each other's flesh. This kind of lovemaking was violent and savage: mostly sucking, biting and scratching. We needed the extreme stimulation and we craved to feel everything.
There was something else I was craving and he'd said it to me so many times since we'd been together, in my current mood I could think of no other way to say what I wanted and even though he usually only let me after Sharing a kill, I knew he would not refuse me tonight. "Thelo na sou gamo," I whispered to Angelo.
Angelo gave a little nod and I lay down, pulling him on top of me before I slammed into him and fucked him slow and sweet, gradually increasing my speed because he liked it faster and harder.
Oh yeah, he was gone because none of his words were in English now or even very coherent and I wasn't far behind him.
The combination of his passion washing over me and fueling my own and the friction of sliding inside him drove me over the edge, with him following me, and my body trembled. We panted as we came together, his teeth sinking into my shoulder and mine into his neck.
"S'agapo," he hissed, his lips vibrating against my flesh. Then he remembered that he wasn't talking in English and I'd never heard those words. (I love you,) he translated.
I love you. The three words I'd always wanted to hear but dreaded hearing because even though I'd known it for a long time and he'd recognized it himself some time ago, saying it aloud meant admitting it to himself and once that happened, he'd be gone for good.
Angelo's coal-black eyes were sated... and vulnerable. He was giving me this in return for my forgiveness. A big thing. I needed to encourage him, because I realized I'd never said those words to him myself: I'd said I wanted him, never that I loved him and never in the right way.
I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him. (Je t'adore,) I told him, (but get this straight, Angel Boy. You wanna sleep around, fine, I do the same. It drives me as nutsy as I know it drives you but even though I'll kick and scream, I know you'll do it anyway. You wanna vanish for a few nights? Again, I won't like it but do it if you want to. But,) my grip tightened, (vanish this long again and don't bother coming back to me.)
Angelo's voice was ragged. (I don't want to lose you.) He pulled my hands from his face and kissed my fingers. (I promise you, my beloved, I won't.)
Although he did disappear the next night, probably to think things over, and other nights and even though I was not the only one, Angelo was not one to take promises lightly, which was why he rarely made them.
It was the last time he went away for longer than a few nights. It was also the last time he ever told me he loved me. But it was okay. Just the fact that he'd finally given me his heart meant more to me than any words he could ever say and knowing he'd be back was enough.