Testimony of a Killer- Chapter 3
Disclaimer and Authors' Notes: This is a joint written fic. Yes, it's under one author's sn, but it's a joint effort. 50/50 credit. Please leave a review. Also, let it be known up front that this is to be a very dark fic. Death, blood and gore, non con, etc will all be featured at some point or another in the fic. Also, this is NC-17 for slash m/m loving, mpreg or male pregnancy, and furry themes. Don't whine if our fic gives you nightmares. Now, the yummy wet dreams and fantasies, you can blame us for. Your authors are Darth Lotean(Darth Mara on Yiffstar) and Ragdoll, respectively. Now then, on with the show.
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Testimony of a Killer
Chapter Three
By Darth Lotean
A.K.A "The kid"
Also By: Ragdoll
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*Melichai's POV* (Darth Lotean)
Crazy goddamn kid. Gonna threaten me when I saved his ass... True, I ran it over first, but that was no reason to be all paranoid like. Thinking I'm gonna take him hostage and such for some ransom. If he knew me and what I did, he would know full well that if I wanted any I would have just took it... though I shouldn't have let my guard down. Something my old mentor would have had some fun with if he saw me like this. Shocked and vulnerable when a kid half my size got the drop on me cooking him dinner. I was half tempted to take one of those knives from him and show him how cutting up a fur was done.
Still that didn't happen thankfully. I was in control and I was medicated so there would be no excuse if I killed him. He was beautiful, small but beautiful; maybe that's why I saved him. I was captivated by his beauty and just had to keep him alive, and fed. I probably gave him the first clue of what I really did, disregarding the threat as he sat there asking himself or maybe me 'what now' Speaking in a calm voice, I said, "You've got a concussion, you shouldn't be out of bed even... as for holding you for ransom I didn't know you were such a high class individual. I mean, I thought you were some fur that was hit by a car that didn't even have the courtesy to check and see if you were alive is all..."
He'd probably flip if I told him the truth... kids these days. A real reflection of the times. His mom was probably going nuts right now looking for him, but I didn't need ransom money. I'd probably just keep him fed and patched up for a few days until his face showed up on television as a missing person or he could get to a phone. "So, what's your name kid? And what were you doing all the way out in god's country besides being a target for a shi... Crappy black car?" I didn't know if cursing was allowed in his house.
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*Third Person POV* (Ragdoll)
'Kid?' Aeryn thought to himself, frowning. 'I'm not a kid... oh right... I guess he doesn't realize...' Sighing, he straightened up as best he could, and looked up at Melichai with rather wide blue eyes. He shook his head some and kicked the knives away from himself and his... captor... hero, as the case may be.
"I'm no kid... I'm 18 years old... High-class individual... I wouldn't call myself that. I'm an author... My name is Aeryn... or Angel, if you'd prefer... And I was walking home from a meeting. That's all... I didn't even see the car until the last minute, and I didn't see who was driving. Thank you for taking care of me like this. I'm not sure what would have happened if I had just been left there... But, I'm not a kid. Really. I just... sort of look like one, I guess. Small like I am... What's your name?"
He had managed to stand up again, and while he did go a bit pale and looked about ready to fall to the floor again, he kept his feet under him. He knew he should be back in bed, as Melichai said, but he didn't want to just walk off. He didn't know much about concussions, but had heard that sleep was a bad idea. So, he dared to ask, "Should I try to stay awake? I've heard if you fall asleep with a concussion, it can kill you. I'm afraid I don't really know. I don't exactly write medical dramas. Drama yes, medical no. More like romance stories with a twist..."
Realizing he was rambling, he fell silent, reaching up to fidget with one rounded ear, stroking the soft fur there. It was a nervous habit of his, like some may play with their tail or rub their paws together. He looked around some before taking a seat in one chair at the small kitchen table, trying not to let his mind wander back to painful memories. He had told him that he had no family. It wasn't true, but might as well have been. His mother was forbidden to contact him, and his father hated him after finding his first draft of his first gay themed story, and subsequently burning it. He didn't want to explain his history, but knew in time he would have to, that in time he would be asked.
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*Melichai's POV* (Darth Lotean)
If I was a bartender or a bouncer at some club I would tell this guy to go back home to his mommy. There was no damn way he was eighteen years old... he just started acting like it but, no way in hell he was eighteen years old. I guess there were a lot of little people out there but damn. I picked up my knives and set them back in place, starting to exit, but going back to the kitchen and setting everything on low so I could talk to him for a minute without burning anything. I was sitting on the opposite side of the table from him, at a safe distance away just incase he had another stunt planned.
"I'm Mel... just Mel... And, no. The worst thing that could happen to you is that you fall into a coma. But that's only with a severe concussion, and you've been sleeping most of the day. I suggest you climb back into bed and conserve what little energy you probably have. That stunt wasted a lot of it..." I said. I didn't read romance or gay novels... though I did hear something about a rags to riches story on A&E. Hmmmmmmm... In any case the best thing for him right now was ice and sleep. I could talk to my client about the rest of my money later after this was all settled.
For right now, I observe my little charge. He looked good enough to be a supermodel. I was a little embarrassed to be around someone like him, really. In my mind, I played out all the scars he would see and all those he couldn't; one on my right cheek from getting too close to a knife that another guy slashed at me in Volgograd. The bullet across my right arm from peeking out my gun in a firefight, back in the days when I had "Alice" in Japan. Okinawa harbor wasn't the best of places to be back then, not when yakuza were doing business, but, they were dead and I was here...
Finally, my favorite scar... the one from London. Almost cut me in half that Scottish prick. Tried to get information out of me. Mostly who I was and what I was doing snooping around his little clique. He got to the point where took a claymore and ended up putting the deepest gash in my collar bone and right shoulder that English doctors probably had ever seen since gunpowder became popular. The prick, leaving me for dead... I'm surprised one of my aliases isn't in the Guinness book of records for that little patch up job. In contrast, he was as pure as his white fur suggested or seemed like it anyway, scrawny as he was. He was almost if not perfect, though not in a "built" way. Meanwhile I was scarred, fit and built to match.
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*Third Person POV* (Ragdoll)
Aeryn listened closely as Melichai spoke, trusting his words and nodding slightly. He seemed less than thrilled at the mention of a possible coma, but he didn't feel like his concussion was too bad. It felt like just a very bad headache. Except that his headache went all the way to his toes. Sighing, he sat back some in the chair, frowning and trying to think of what to say. A million thoughts ran through his mind, but finally he settled on,
"I'm not sure if I can sleep... Though... maybe... Oh never mind... After I just tried to say I'm no child, and I'm going to ask you to sleep with me... Well not sleep with me, sleep with me but just... dammit, I'm rambling again aren't I?... I just... I don't have my pillow, and I'm not used to not being at home, and I can't sleep in this outfit, and I... I'm doing it again... I can sleep on the couch if you want... I don't want to kick you out of your bed, and if we share I'm afraid I'll say something stupid or do something I shouldn't... something more that I shouldn't, anyway... I look like an idiot right now, don't I?"
Sighing, he hung his head some, silently berating himself for making such a fuss. He knew what he had meant to say, but it came out wrong, and the more he tried to fix it, the more he dug himself further into the ground. He was still scared, and unsure of himself. He wanted someone to cuddle with and be close with. Okay, so maybe he wasn't as grown up as he tried to pretend to be. He knew Mel didn't believe him about his age, and after his little display just now, he felt he needed to do something to prove himself.
Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his driver's license. While he didn't carry cash or his credit card unless he had to, he always had his license on him. He slid it across the table to him, frowning softly still. It showed clearly that he was 18, though newly so, and also had his address and height and weight. Foolish to have given away his address, but again his naiveté' factored in. Interestingly enough, the card also said he was an organ donor, and one might find that odd. So young, and yet he seemed to expect to die, to agree to such a thing. What could be in his mind that made him begin to plan for his own death? One would think he seemed happy enough. If only they knew. He was miserable, despite his wealth, and had secretly planned to only allow himself another year. If things weren't better by his 19th birthday, he had plans to end it. Thankfully, no one else knew that just yet.
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*Melichai's POV* (Darth Lotean)
I'm a bisexual. Lets just get that straight right now. But, I would take this little fur's ass out for a good spin, if only that's what he was asking me to do. If it weren't attached to a schitzo, sure... I sigh inside and out. A grown fur needing a "cuddle toy" He was kind of a kid in that sense. A kid that will draw a knife on you at any second... But I have to remember I hit him first. "I know what you mean... And well yea, I kinda like sleeping in my bed. It's nice and comfy. I'll be on the couch tonight though. No offense, but I really don't know you well enough to "sleep" or sleep with you..." Ok what was I gonna do? Let him go off again? When I'm right next to the crazy little son of a... Let him get a hold of "Gabriel" and put a premature end to my career? I don't think so. Besides, I was more than hearty enough to post up on my couch. I just had to remember to keep "Darlia" close incase he got any funny ideas...
The fact that he was grown changed things a lot. What was he doing walking back home and from what meeting? Foolish, giving me, one of the most dangerous furs in the state, or what I was posing as an identity thief, his address but I meant him no harm, unless he meant me some. Still the same question popped up... "What now?" What to do, and where was he going to go after he spends a night in my bed after I lock up "Gabriel" of course and of course do I "eventually" sleep with him and give him a ride in "that" sense before we part ways? Anyhow, I had said my piece and we'll do it this away just to make sure he didn't slit my throat while I slept.
"Um hold on. I have something for you. Just let me go get it..." I said getting up going into my room, locking up my other pistol, for the moment. Bringing in the cooler with the ice packs, I gave them to my charge "I left these for you incase you needed them. No sense in letting you suffer while you're a guest in my humble abode..." I smiled wide, offering him the makeshift pack, consisting of two packs of ice packed in two zip lock bags wrapped in paper towels. Not the best but what the clinic around here would offer... "So, I'll take the couch. You aren't kicking me out of my bed if I get out of it willingly." It was the least I could do before getting into his pants, if I had him take some valium or lithium or something.
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*Third Person POV* (Ragdoll)
Aeryn couldn't help feeling a little surprised by Mel's words. Usually, he wouldn't have been allowed to get away with his little slip up. It sounded as if he were offering himself to Mel, though it wasn't what he had meant... was it? He couldn't help thinking he sort of did mean what he'd said. If Mel had wanted to take him to bed now, would he have refused? 'Gods, Aer...' he thought to himself, 'your stories are corrupting you, you little tramp...'
But of course, he was no tramp. He was innocent... mostly, and it was obvious. He smiled softly to Mel, taking the offered ice pack and saying a soft thank you. He placed the ice pack on his head, where he hurt most, and sighed deeply. He felt he needed to say something, but he just wasn't sure of what to say. He couldn't pay Mel back for his kindness right now, unless he were willing to give him his body, and he wasn't sure he could do that. He wanted his first time to be loving and perfect... Another foolish dream, he thought. Perfection didn't exist, did it? Still, he couldn't help feeling that Mel was as perfect as any he had ever met. He was strong, looked as if he could bench-press a truck, and had, so far at least, been very kind to Aeryn. He seemed to be both hard and soft. Hard in body, strong and buff, but soft in heart, taking pity on Aeryn when he'd been left laying in the road. Or so he thought.
Nodding slightly, he finally spoke, trying to voice the many thoughts that plagued his young mind. "Thank you for being so kind to me... I'm not sure how I can repay you now... You're welcome to come and stay with me at my home any time... Whatever payment you wish of me, I will give, if it's in my power to do so... I am sorry that I came at you with the knives... I just... I was scared. I woke up somewhere I didn't recognize, feeling like I'd been run over by a mac truck, and I thought at first that... that someone had kidnapped me, or wanted me for.... Well, it wouldn't be the first time someone tried to force me..... Well, I'm sure you don't care to hear my life's story... I wasn't sure what to expect. Then the sound of metal on metal, and not knowing who you were... I was scared, that's all. Believe me, I couldn't hurt a fly... I'm sure you've noticed. I'm tiny, weak, and easily spooked. The sight of blood makes me lightheaded... I couldn't do anything, even if I had a reason to..... But, I'll pay you back. Anything you want of me, you need only ask... I'll not stay any longer than I have to. I don't want to be a burden...Are you sure you don't want your bed? I feel bad taking it..."
Sighing again, he hung his head some, letting his eyes drift closed. He wasn't tired, but was submissive as usual, and hid his face, keeping the ice pack on his still somewhat aching head. There was no excuse for his earlier actions, he knew, but he'd been unable to help it. Fear and pain made him react before thinking. He was calmer now, though still a bit nervous, unsure how he was to behave before Melichai.
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*Melichai's POV* (Darth Lotean)
Okay well, just keep him calm and he wont flip... right... Well Hmmmmmmm. I was stronger than he was... and we would be nude, so... but wait, I've hidden and seen my "partners" hide weapons and god knows what in places that any amount of searching couldn't reach. -sigh- C'mon Mel... either you want to sleep with him or you don't. My mind said no, he's a mini time bomb waiting to go off, but my body wanted something. Something "loving" Something that, well, wanted me next to him... oh well he would have to prove himself first, though he seemed a little "new" if you asked me. Maybe I would "ask" tomorrow or the next day, when he proved he wasn't here to kill me, or maybe after I talked to my client and found out if she was going to pay me or not but I really don't know how many "offers" I could take from this "angel" and not say yes...
"Please... Take it. The couch is very comfy anyhow. I really don't want it, though you don't seem to be very tired right now. So, tell me a bit about yourself anyways. I mean I want to know who exactly I rescued and we have some time before dinner's ready." I said getting back into the kitchen and setting everything back on high, getting back to cooking. Maybe getting him out of my sight would stop me from having to think about whether to take him into the bedroom or not, and maybe, just maybe, kill what I just found out I had in my pants. I guess my body really wanted this little fur... Biblically...
Damn how hard would it be to get rid of this thing when all my questions were answered. Maybe a cold shower would do it. God, this was embarrassing, trying to be taken seriously when you had a raging hard on that showed.
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*Third Person POV* (Ragdoll)
Aeryn couldn't help being a bit taken aback at his request. 'He wants to know about me?' Sighing, he finally put away his driver's license and tried to think of what to say. He could have sworn he saw desire flash in Mel's eyes, and that he had hesitated before telling him to take the bed. Somehow, he couldn't help thinking he'd find his way into the bedroom during his stay here. But, would that be so bad? He had been nothing but gentle with him thus far, and if he should be the one to take his precious virginity... would it really be so wrong? Fair payment at least, if not more than just that... Would his heart linger with Mel if they slept together, even after he had returned home and they had parted ways? Or, would it be more than just a 'one night stand'? Realizing he had gone silent, he finally forced himself to say something, though again it wasn't quite what he had wanted to say.
"Well... you want to know who I am, huh? I guess first and foremost, I'm an author...I write gay romance novels... I'd rather not say just where my... interests lie, but I write slash...My name, as I told you, is Aeryn... Angel Midnight is my pen name... I don't know if you've heard of me or not... A lot of people have... whether they love me or hate me... I know you probably still don't believe I'm 18, but I am... I'm just small. I always have been... When I was born, I weighed only 3 pounds and 2 ounces... I was tiny. I live on my own. So, when I told you there's no family, I meant it. Just me. My only friends are part of my publishing company. My manager and my publicist, mostly... and you now... Again, I thank you for saving me. I'm... I'm usually shy, and I've been accused of being kind of... ditzy... I'm not, I don't think, but apparently I sometimes act like it. I'm not religious. And, contrary to popular belief, I'm not a slut... In fact, I'm a... well, a complete virgin. I've never even kissed anyone. Well, except my mother when I was still a little one. I think people get the wrong idea about me because of what I write... I've been on my own since I was 11 though... so, no family... I'm also very interested in music. I play classical piano and flute, and I write my own songs and sing... I sculpt as well, but not with great skill, unfortunately... But, tell me about you... Do you make a habit of rescuing would be road kill?"
He giggled softly then, tilting his head slightly as he watched Mel through the kitchen door. He couldn't help thinking that it looked as if Mel was hard, almost painfully aroused. Should he offer himself again? Did he truly want to? He only just met him, and he was terribly inexperienced... He knew he should just forget about sex for tonight. He didn't know enough about Mel's past, didn't know that he was safe with him, and still wasn't quite settled into this new environment. He shook his head, telling himself to think of something else, but he found himself staring, and before long, he was hard as well. 'Dammit,' he thought to himself. 'Not now... I can't even write to handle some of this need... Get a grip, Aeryn... wrong way to phrase it. Dammit...' Again, he shook his head, thankful that he had the kitchen table to hide his arousal. He put his head down on the table, groaning softly at the slight pain bending in such a way brought, and still holding the ice pack on his head, trying to calm the ache that still lingered. It had eased some, but was not yet gone. He knew that it would take awhile for his body to heal completely. Still, if it meant he could stay here for a little while longer, it was worth it.
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*Melichai's POV* (Darth Lotean)
I sighed deep. My turn. The story that I gave everybody with a little modification. Lying did wonders for my "hard condition" as it were with each word I focused to make it "true" a little tension got released. "Well, I just saw you on the road after that asshole pulled away and nobody was stopping to help, so I just pulled over and helped you in my car. You were out cold... Like a little angel..." Okay what the fuck was that Melichai? Focus! "Um... I'm a day trader really. Just got lucky in the stock market one day after working the docks for about two years. I live "here" though to be safe just incase some of my picks turn into dogs and maybe crash out but oil's been doing good right now so I might get a house if it keeps up like it is. Maybe a two bedroom for furs to move in... If they wanted." There you go again... What the fuck are you doing? You're trying to kill your hard on, dumb ass, not invite the little crazy into your house. I looked down at my meal. A little soggy, but the noodles were done and ready to be mixed in with the meat. After a little bit, I started to make our plates. "I'm twenty years old..." I told him something real now. I really didn't think about it much though.
"My parents were killed violently when I was five and well I survived through the kindness of one man; my grandfather, of sorts really... he raised me in the states and, well, taught me everything he knows... I don't know who or what I'd be without good old grandpa." He was real and really someone dear to me. My mentor was the one that taught me everything I knew about killing and about life really... he was like a grandpa to me. I guess I would have to go to that place and make amends for what happened so long ago... After I knew what to do with my new "friend" keeping him away from what I really did...
I set the plate down in front of him steaming hot with tasty noodles on the plate mixed in with ground beef. Not the fanciest meal but it would fill him up for the night. I sat on the other side of my "angel" nodding to him as I waited for him to take the first bite.
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*Third Person POV* (Ragdoll)
Aeryn listened closely, smiling and nodding now and then, but blushing brightly at being compared to an angel, and then at the underlying invitation in his talk of his home. He had to say something, but for the moment wasn't sure how to voice his thoughts. He smiled sadly as he was told about Mel's mentor, his grandpa. He couldn't help a wistful sigh then, reflecting on his family, and the lack of a male role model in his life. His father had been keen on the bottle, and his grandparents had died long before his birth. His father had been cruel when he kicked him out, and no one had truly taken Aeryn under their wing in his time on the streets. People had given him money, blankets, food, but never a home. Never love. He couldn't help feeling slightly jealous at the closeness Mel had shared with his grandpa. He shook his head slightly, as if to clear his thoughts, and took a small bite of his meal, seeming to sample it carefully before smiling at Mel. Swallowing the bit in his mouth, he finally spoke up, voice barely above a whisper.
"If anyone's an angel, it's you... I'd have been hit again, or worse, if I had been left there...It's hard to believe you're only 20... You seem very grown up... I know nothing about the stock market or trading... nothing about anything really, except for my writing... I hope you're able to find the right fur to move in with you. Such a good heart... you deserve to be happy... I'm very sorry to hear about your parents... my parents are lost to me too, though not to death... might as well be so though... My father hates me and threw me out on my own when I was 11. My mother... she doesn't hate me, I don't believe, but she's forbidden to contact me. I had managed to write a letter for my father once, and he wrote back saying I would never see her again... It's for the best though, I guess... they don't need the shame... Mom used to watch TV a lot... she may have seen me... she may know... I don't know. I use 'Angel' as my pen name, because it's what I aspire to be... my mother always seemed like an angel, and I want to be just like her... She had so much love in her heart, and was so gentle... I try so to be the same, to give all I can to people, but... sometimes no matter what I do, they hate me and they judge... You can't please everyone... So, an angel I am not... though, I deeply appreciate you saying such a thing. It's been a long time since I've blushed so much... I'm flattered... And I bet you didn't want to hear my little sob story about my parents... I'm sorry... I just... I trust you... Maybe I shouldn't, but I do. You haven't tried to hurt me, and you haven't.... made a move on me, like a lot of people have... So, you have my trust... though after my little stunt in the kitchen, it might not seem that way... I'm harmless, as you can probably tell... I'm prey... I always have been... In any case, I'm sorry. I was just afraid of you... Funny that... Afraid of the one fur that cared enough to save me..."
He shook his head, thinking to himself that he was being a sentimental fool, and taking another bite of his dinner. After a moment, he said softly, "This is very good... I envy your skill. I can't cook very well at all. I tend to make frozen dinners most often... maybe you could show me how to cook while I'm here? Though... I should be okay to return home tomorrow, if you want me to. I don't want to be a burden..."
But, it was clear he really didn't want to go. If anything, he wanted to stay with him. And though he wouldn't meet his eyes, it seemed to show in his very body language. He was a rather lonely soul, much as Melichai must be, but he was hesitant to admit to it. Aside from those he knew through his publishing company, he had no one. Now it seemed he had found a hero and perhaps a friend in Mel. He only hoped his earlier tryst with the blades didn't scare him off. Reaching down, he lightly tapped where the blade had nicked his leg, frowning at the slight sting of pain the action brought. He was foolish to have dropped the knives the way he had.
He finished his meal after a time and yawned deeply, leaning back some in the chair and looking over to Mel, smiling as he said softly,
"Dinner was perfect... thank you... for everything. I'm not used to anyone caring like this..." He fell silent as he seemed to realize what he'd said, and to break the silence, he told him that he would do the dishes. He made quick work of washing them, and when he had finished, he wandered slowly back to the kitchen table, yawning again. He was exhausted and it showed, but he seemed hesitant to go off to bed, knowing sleep wouldn't be peaceful tonight. He wasn't used to not having his mother's pillow or blanket to cuddle up with, and he couldn't help feeling that he wouldn't feel safe in the bedroom all alone. Still, he'd make himself sleep. He had to, if he wanted to heal. The only question was, did he want to heal? It would mean going home and losing the chance at paradise he had found here.
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*Melichai's POV* (Darth Lotean)
I was tired, genuinely. It had been a long day, though probably more so for my charge... It was kind of hard to believe a scarred killer like me was the best thing to happen to this little angel, or devil in disguise if he tried anything. I felt uneasy even after I hid Darlia under my sleeping place, not so much for my safety but for his... -Gah- now I was worried about him more than me... Focus Mel... Focus... You need to survive till tomorrow and that's all that matters. Not some new fur you want to bone just because he's pretty enough to be a model... -sigh- I waited until he eventually went to sleep watching him until he did, not touching my forbidden fruit. Not yet, not until I'm sure it isn't poisonous.
I lie on my couch, fake snoring at first with my eyes open, then slowly closing to real sleep, my hand on Darlia mostly as I dream erotic dreams. Dreams of Aeryn sprawled out on an endless field of flowers on his stomach wanting me and only me, and I give him what he wants... what we both need, mating him over and over and over, joined in our screams of pleasure as my hips move into his again and again pumping harder and harder our scents mixing with our arousal. The ecstasy continues until I slowly wake up, the dream over my "angel" flying back into reality as I stretch. While my dreams were kind, the couch wasn't... "Off to see the bitch? We both know she's gonna screw you... just like you wanna screw that little bitch sleeping in the other room..."
My angel was still asleep as my devil spoke, her voice coming from the bathroom. She walked out completely naked, damn her... Damn my angel... Damn my libido... Damn my suspicions... Damn my life at this point... I don't say a word as I let the demon watch the medicine go down my throat, after I hide the bottle again. Changing clothes and going off again to scout out the meeting point, leaving one of the best things that happened in my life still in bed. Maybe this little "jog" would kill my new hard on...
*End of Chapter Three*