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I’ve Got More Wit, A Better Kiss, A Harder Touch, A Better Fuck;
Then Any Girl You’ll Ever Meet . . . Sweetie You Had Me.
I’ve Got More Wit, A Better Kiss, A Harder Touch, A Better Fuck;
Then Any Girl You’ll Ever Meet . . . Sweetie You Had Me.
Cal sat down in one of the rooms off the main hallway in the modern building the vampires used for their notoriously famous frat parties. He sighed, running his fingers over the carpeting, feeling the friction only slightly. This was going to take a long time to get over. Chrissy wasn’t handling it well, having heard the news and locked herself in their office almost immediately afterwards. It didn’t surprise Cal much, he remembered how much she cared for the man. To be honest with himself, maybe Cal had feelings for him as well. It seemed like only yesterday, instead of years, that they’d had their first encounter with the wolf. As he toyed with the carpeting, wondering how long it would take before it would burn away to leave no trace behind if he and his sister lit the room on fire, he thought back to the party so many nights ago…
She left him alone again, that annoying twin sister of his had. It would have been nice to know where she was off to, but as Cal wandered past vampires drinking things that could never again get them drunk, he thought that maybe it would be best if he left her alone. Chrissy had the habit of finding men to bring into their lives, and it was never for the better. He’d no sooner stopped looking for her, and sat down with his lighter out in hand, then she walked up, looking depressed. “Oy then, what’s got you all bummed out?” Chrissy pulled up a chair and sat beside him.“No-one here will sleep with me, can you believe that? I mean, I get that a lot, but not a single one of these guys here.” She huffed, taking the lighter from Cal’s hands and flicking it open and closed repeatedly.
“That’s because you’ve probably already slept with them all. You’re known for that around here. Well, that and explosions, but still…” The look he got from her meant that he obviously didn’t understand what was going on in her life, and as her twin brother, he should be trying harder.
There was a knock on the door, interrupting his daydream. “Yeah, come on in, what is it ya what?” One of the younger vampires, a girl that Cal had seen looking at him constantly out of the corner of his eyes while him and his sister worked on the electrical aspects of some of the rooms, walked in, nervously playing with the edges of her dress. “What? Come on, spit it out,” He knew he was being irritable with her, but in light of recent events, it didn’t matter. Could your heart feel like it was torn in two if it no longer beat?
“I-I saw you walk in here. You looked… lonely. I thought, you know, you might try something.” She took a tentative step towards him.
“Like what? What the hell would I try to do? It’s not like the news is that important to me. You should go comfort my sister not me.” Cal stood up and walked over to the window, placing his hands on the glass panels.
“You don’t… You don’t have to yell. I’m just looking out for you.” She was closer to him now, but Cal kept his eyes on the tree leaves outside.
“Fine then, whatever. What the hell did you think I’d be doing in here anyways? I can’t exactly off myself you know.”
“Yeah, but that guy you and your sister hung around. Th-The werewolf, he did drugs. Not nice ones. They did stuff to him Cal, you know that. I thought maybe he’d gotten you into them, and I was here to stop you.” Her voice was quiet, but it rang in his ears. She was talking about him like she knew all about what kind of a man he was. Used to be. Cal backed her up against the doorframe in a matter of seconds, snarling.“Leave. If I hear you talking about that wolf again, I’ll hurt you. Burnt to a crisp. Get. Out.” It looked like she might cry, but she straightened her back, spun on her heel and slammed the door in Cal’s face. He couldn’t shed tears, but he knew what sadness felt like. Seconds after the girl left, he was on the floor, holding onto the wall, memories assaulting him.
“Hey there good looking.” Cal turned around and came face to face with a human. A human crashed their party? Did the guy have a death wish? Wait, he wasn’t human. He smelled more like a dog, and one that had just run a long distance.
“Are… Are you talking to me?” He was stunned. Cal knew of men and even women that took pleasure in looking upon the same gender, but he’d never actually met anyone like that yet. Let alone one a guy that was interested in him sexually.
“Yeah, I am. The name’s Marshall. You looking for a good time? Because, I sure am.” Cal stood there as Marshall took a step closer, leaning his head forward like he wanted to kiss him. His hands went up to cover his face, and held Marshall’s in place, stopping him from doing what he wanted to. When he ran his tongue across Cal’s palms instead, the heat was overwhelming.
“Hey, HEY! Wait a minute. What’s going on here?” The man was obviously drunk or stoned, high on something, because even after Cal had spoken, showing his confusion on the matter, Marshall didn’t quit. He grabbed both of Cal’s wrists and half walked, half carried him down a hallway while the other vampires danced along to the music, unknowing.
“I’m new to the area, never been in this building before. There has to be rooms back here for this kind of thing though.” Marshall let go of Cal’s wrists, turning him around and roughly pushing him up against the wall, pressing their bodies together. The difference in temperature was astounding, the vampire cold, the man behind him almost hot as fire. Cal kept his lips tightly pressed as he felt Marshall run his fingers over them, trying to enter his mouth.
“What… Stop!” He ground out between clenched teeth, placing his hands on the wall and pushing back at the guy behind him. There was a deep laugh, then a sound that made Cal feel weird inside, as Marshall pressed his hips against Cal’s firmly. Pulling back, he repeated the motion.
“Holy hell Cal. I leave you alone for two minutes and look what you’re getting yourself into…” He was never happier to hear his sister’s voice then at that moment. She caused Marshall to stop what he was doing, long enough that Cal wiggled out of his hold. He didn’t look to happy at being denied. “Well, hello there. I remember you.” He watched as Chrissy almost instantly forgot that he was around, turning her attention to the man who had violated Cal’s space moments ago.
“And you are?” Marshall was panting, leaning up against the wall.
Cal found himself staring at the wall, skipping over less important parts of that evening. He remembered walking away once Chrissy found him and that guy, shaking and confused. About a half an hour later, he got worried about his sister, having left her alone with someone stoned, drunk, and horny like none other and went to find her. He walked down the same hallway as before, feeling his warm hands still touch Cal’s body. As he thought back to the evening, Cal swore he still felt his hands, heard his voice, like he was still alive.
There were noises coming from one of the rooms, and though he didn’t want to look inside, fearing the worst, or embarrassment from walking into the wrong room, he opened the door. Cal watched in horror as the man who was touching him entered his sister. It was a train wreck, and he wasn’t able to tear his eyes from the scene until the two of them were done. Chrissy was the first to notice him, wide eyed, staring at the bed.
“Hey. What the hell do you think you’re doing, get out of here Cal!” She shouted, covering herself up with the silk sheet on the mattress. He saw Marshall sit up and look between the two of them and then move off the bed.
“That… It wasn’t supposed to be her.” He moved towards Cal, not bothering to cover his exposed body.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She called after him from across the room, watching Marshall reach for Cal.
“Then that was supposed to be me? I assume that’s supposed to make me feel better, right?”
“Right. I wasn’t after your sister. Look, I can explain,” He grabbed Cal’s shoulders, lowering his head towards his once more.
“Don’t. I’m glad you ended up with her. I don’t screw men. I tend to leave that responsibility to her. Look, Marshall. I don’t even know you.” Cal pushed at his chest, relieved when he let go of his body so that he could storm out of the room.
It was weird how he’d felt after that. Cal felt like he’d been stabbed in the back. That didn’t make sense. Like he’d told him, Cal didn’t know who he was, let alone from being a stoned, drunk and incredibly horny man at the time. And he felt like apologizing for sleeping with his sister, like they were something special. Maybe they were something…Marshall didn’t give up after that. He spent a lot of time at their mansion, and in those times, Cal found that he rather like him, as a friend, he kept assuring himself.
Now that he was gone though, he found that maybe there had been more than just friendly feelings toward the drug using horny werewolf somewhere deep down inside of himself. He chuckled. What a scene that would have been. Cal’s confession, Marshall’s immediate sexual rampage and Chrissy between the two, tearing them apart.
“Bloody hell Marshall. You went and left before I knew. Idiot…” Cal got up and went over to the window again, staring outside, watching the rain fall in tiny splatters against the glass.
No, No, No, You Know It
Will Always Just Be Me
Will Always Just Be Me
