Dark blue wash jeans hugged every inch of flesh, rippling slightly with the smallest movement. I pulled on the top of the high neck fitted black vest. The more I stared at my exposed arms the more uncomfortable I felt. Fuck this! No way! I bolted out the bathroom. "Out in the last second. Impressive!" Joshua looked up from his watch.

"You were timing me! Fuck you and I'm not going out looking like this." I pushed past Fin who was leisurely flicking through the stations on the television.

"Of course not. You don't have on any shoes and your bed head looks atrocious!" John deadpanned. I pretended not to hear him. "Wear it or else!" He extended his hand that held the pair of sneakers.

My frantic searching in the square cubby for another outfit was paused. I turned to look at Joshua.

"Remind me how we know each other again?" I asked in complete seriousness. His right eye twitched in annoyance.

"Remind me how the person who begged to be my friend has forgotten our origins?" Being at a total loss for words. I shut up and took the shoes out of his hand.

"Need some help with that?" said John. I looked at my head in annoyance. Why won't you co-operate?

"Yes." In the blink of an eye he had styled my hair. Perfect! I admired the finished result in the mirror.

"Are you ready to leave yet?" Stan asked, as he lay on the bed comfortably leaning on some pillows.

"Yes. Which of us is driving?" I looked at the four of them. "We came with Stan so... you and him." Fin spoke up. I looked at him with daggers in my eyes. You came to take me out, yet I'm the one driving. Is my logic flawed or yours?

"I'm assuming you all know the location. Let's go."

The bouncer stared at me as we entered Club Volt. People covered every inch of available space. The air was humid and smelled strongly of alcohol. A smile played on my lips. We began to weave our way through the crowd. The lights and music got my blood roaring.

When Stan had disappeared I didn't know, but he now held five green shots in hand. We each took one. "To a night to forget!" We all cheered downing the shots in one go. Fuck! My eyes grew wide. Was that Absinthe? I looked at my friends who had similar expressions on their faces.

"This just turned into who will get drunk first." Joshua laughed. Me. I haven't eaten since yesterday at lunch!

We moved to the dancefloor topping up on shots every hour with a beer or two in between. I felt the space around me shake. John came back with another round of drinks offering me one. I pushed the bottle away, and pointed to a corner in the sitting area.

I sat down enjoying the music, watching the people around me having a good time. My eyes squinted in confusion. Am I seeing things? I watched a familiar face enter the doors. My mood soared to the sky. I moved to get up, but paused.

Who the hell are they?

A pair of leeches were latched to Ace's sides. They walked to the side, heading for the stairs. My hazel beauties narrowed, not missing a single moment of the peck one of the boys landed on his cheek.

Unsure of how I reached across the sitting area so fast. I only knew my right hand was gripping his shoulder tightly, and a pair of dangerous midnight sky eyes stared at me. I opened my mouth to talk, but the alcohol spoke for me.

I cursed him. I cursed the boys and then demanded that he never show his face in front me again. Swallowing mouthfuls of air. I turned around ready to leave him behind along with the memory of tonight. The tension of an opposite force pulling me back stopped me in my tracks.

My body was yanked back. He made me face him. "I'm in front of you again. What are you going to do?" He looked amused.

"Screw you!" I shouted at him. What is with this iron grip! I struggled to free myself.

"Oh? There are private rooms for that upstairs. Let's go!" What? Before my slowed brain could process his words, I was dragged away behind a red curtain.

"Let go of me!" I couldn't keep up with his fast paced movements. The amount of turns we took left me feeling dizzy and tired. I couldn't recall the way even if I tried. We stopped before a door that was opened by him. He pushed me inside slamming the door shut and locking it.

The bright lights in the room hurt my eyes. Geez. Ace sat on a curved couch to the side.

"Come here." He commanded. I'm drunk, not crazy! I changed direction heading for the door. The complications I incurred from trying to open the door left me drained and frustrated. Crap! Crap! Crap! I kicked the door.

Leaning with my back now against it. I closed my eyes and passed a hand through my hair. My body was violently jerked away from the door. He dragged me forward by the scruff of my neck, throwing me onto the couch.

"When I talk, you listen! When I give an instruction, you follow!"

My head sank into the cushions. A loud ringing started in my left ear. The pain I expected never followed. I laughed to myself. I'm really hammered aren't I? A smile graced my lips. He sat down next to me.

"Let's try this again. Come here and sit on my lap." I rose into a kneeling position, my limbs quivering beneath me. I smiled stupidly.

"No."

Within the blink of an eye, my view had changed. The pale red ceiling greeted me, before I hit the tiled floors. Shit! Definitely felt that one. Ace looked down on me. His eyes held a great amount of annoyance. The building pressure on my face grew to be uncomfortable.

I sat up, blinking twice. I placed my hand above my lips and pulled it away. My nose! How much will it cost to get this fixed?! I stared at the red liquid that stained my fingers. The bravery of my Absinthe drinking forefathers strengthened me.

"Who do you think you are?" I got up ready to land a punch, when I was knocked right back down. Why is he so strong?

Several seconds later I was able to open my eyes. I struggled to raise my head. He tilted his head to the right, lifting his eyebrows, as if to say 'What are you going to do about it?'. Accepting the unspoken challenge, I rushed him. He toyed with me, until he had his full.

One solid punch had me lying on the floor once more. Fuck. I gave up choosing the route of self-preservation.

"I think this time will be the charm. Don't you?" Ace looked at me with a smug expression.

"What happens if it isn't?" I questioned.

"You die."

I swallowed. I'm mental if I thought the man before me ever had a drop of benevolence in him. His voice boomed in the small room.

"Damien. Come here and sit on my lap, facing me... Now!" I shuddered. How can one sentence chase away the warmth of several rounds of spirits? Slowly I eased off the floor and walked to him.

His dark pools opened widely in anticipation. I stared at him without breaking eye contact. I placed each of my knees on the outside of his legs, before sliding down onto his thighs. Idle hands wrapped themselves around my waist. They pulled me closer, while also holding me firmly in place.

"That wasn't hard now, was it? You should be more ... obedient, in the future. It works out better for both of us in the end." Ace whispered his poisonous words into my right ear. His seductive sucking and kisses trailed from my ears, to my jaw, to my neck.

The longer he dwelled on my sensitive spots the harder it was to resist. His hands began to roam my body. Feeling me, squeezing me, before settling themselves to be content in kneading my ass. The action created friction between the front of our jeans. Through the thin, tight fabric I could easily feel, the length and girth of his cock.

Ace lifted his head, staring at me. I sucked in a breath. His eyes had softened to the point of which I could not find the earlier perceived danger. He pulled my chin towards him. Claiming my lips with his, I melted. Why does this feel so right?

A hot tongue slipped into my mouth at that moment of inattentiveness. He moaned loudly into our kiss. The time spent connected increased as the minutes passed on. He released my lips, but not before placing a light bite on my bottom lip.

Eyes blinded by longing stared into mine, as skilled fingers removed my vest. My eyes widened in alarm, as he removed his shirt.

Fuck! I'm not gay!

"I, I, if... you are a, a, decent person, you, you, w, won't take advantage of my situation!" Fear caused me to stammer uncontrollably.

"It's a good thing we both know I'm not." He chuckled, before suckling and tugging on my nipples. Their firmness betrayed me. I bit back the groan that wanted to be heard. In one smooth movement I was laid down on the couch.

My legs were bare and lifted; held in position with his hand. When our pants and briefs were removed I couldn't say, but the feeling of flesh sliding against flesh felt real and raw. My breathing increased and my thoughts scattered. I'm not g...

"A... A... Ace St... Stop!" An unfamiliar voice spoke in the heat of the room. My breaths hitched each one more painful than the last. My emotions fell freely from my eyes with nothing to keep them in check.

"Pl... please, St... Stop." The words barely above a whisper left my lips. The finger that circled my hole paused. He released my legs. A few light kisses were placed near my neck.

"Damien, didn't we already come to the conclusion, that I'm a monster?" He kissed my tears and smiled. "There's no stopping."

A sharp pain shot through me from behind, as the foreign object forced its way in. I cried out. The slender finger pushed its way further in. Panic consumed me. My eyes struggled to stay open. The length of time the darkness stayed with me drew longer and longer.

"Damien! For fuck's sake calm down!" Ace's concerned face hovered over mine. He removed his finger from inside me.

"Fuck." He mumbled under his breath, before getting dressed and leaving the room. I lay on the couch no longer having the energy to do much else. My entire chest ached terribly.

Less than two minutes passed, before two persons burst into the room. "He's hyperventilating. Could possibly be an anxiety attack. Let's..."

Too tired to fight the darkness, I surrendered to the tranquillity of my soul.

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