Weasel entered the Nocturne, feeling dejected and more than a bit frustrated. He'd already juiced up so he was all hot and bothered and where was Angelo? Fuck if he knew.
He sighed. Angelo was pulling more and more disappearing acts and it was getting past the point of being old to the point where Weasel was ready to just say screw it.
Weasel suddenly felt a familiar pulling, something like what he'd feel with another of his kind, but stronger. More powerful. Heat seemed to sweep through his body, as his blood quickly reached a boiling point
(He's left you alone again, hasn't he, cheri,.) Weasel heard Ardoin say as he walked quickly past him.
His uncle had hit a raw nerve and Weasel stalked back to him. (What's it to you?)
(Angelo takes you for granted. And you try to seek comfort with other boys who don't even come close.)
Like Dimitri, though "comfort" wasn't exactly the word he'd use. But while purely animalistic sex satisfied some needs, it was like junk food that only satisfied temporarily. Dimitri was damned good, but he wasn't Angelo. And Dimitri was the best of a bunch of substitutes. (What am I supposed to do, just curl up and die?)
(But isn't that what you are doing?) Ardoin's eyes gleamed. (There are…other ways to make yourself feel better, Jacques.)
Weasel'd had enough of this little chat. (Yeah? Can't do drugs anymore because they don't do shit for me. I'm not about to start spiking pickups with drugs and drink because I don't like people getting high for me. Oh yeah, there is always this,) he held up his fist and simulated pumping. (But if it's the all the same to you, I'd rather have a hand on me that isn’t my own, thank you very much.)
Ardoin laughed. (Well, you can take a boy out of the streets but you can't take the streets out of the boy.) He seized Weasel's wrist. "Angelo is an idiot to leave such an exquisite creature to his own devices," Ardoin whispered. "He may find a new playmate to play with." He lifted it to his lips then began to suck on Weasel's fingers.
He gasped as Ardoin's tongue traced along the crook of each finger, sending little bursts of pleasure throughout Weasel's body.
Then he snapped out of it. What the hell was he doing?
Weasel pulled his fingers from Ardoin's mouth, as tempting as it was. (Whoa, what the hell are you doing? You had your chance for that when I first got here and you turned me down. You and your sister.)
(If you remember, I said that I didn't want you to react just out of instinct. And when you had been Changed for a while, then maybe I'd consider it.) Ardoin smiled predatorily. (It's been almost a year. I'd say that's enough time, wouldn’t you?)
(You'd say! You! How about me?)
(Your body didn't lie then, and it's certainly not lying now.)
Weasel shrugged. (It's genetic incest. Fucking instinct.)
(That it is.) Ardoin moved closer. (But that doesn't make it any less real.) He leaned over, and brushed his lips against the top of Weasel's cheek. (You've been driving me crazy since you've gotten here.) His lips trailed to Weasel's neck, nuzzling. (I've been avoiding you because every time I smell you, I want to drag you off to bed. Well I'm done with avoiding you.)
Everything in Weasel wanted to push Ardoin away, but that was his mind. His body was another story. Everything about Ardoin felt so… right. The way his blood made Weasel's blood sing. The way every touch made every nerve ending tingle. And the pull. Ardoin was a magnet and Weasel was steel, uncontrollably drawn to him.
Then Ardoin's lips met his and Weasel was no longer thinking coherently.
Ardoin's tongue plundered Weasel's mouth, savoring him like a rare fruit. Their tongues entwined, and their bodies slid against each other, each of them getting harder as the kiss grew deeper.
They sank to the floor, and Weasel wasn't caring that everyone would see them and wonder, wasn't caring about anything but the overwhelming desire that swept through his body.
Clothes were quickly shed and Weasel moaned as he felt bare flesh against his own. Mini-firecrackers were set off with every featherlight touch of Ardoin's, his lips and tongue sweeping Weasel under a spell that he had no way to be free of and frankly, didn't want to be free of.
They tore at each other with teeth and nails, tasting each other, marking each other, this wasn't a Sharing of themselves; this was animals rutting. Ardoin's lips and teeth assaulted Weasel's body; licking and biting from nipple to belly.
They moved lower and Weasel eagerly arched his back, letting out a whimper as Ardoin's skilled mouth captured Weasel's cock.
Weasel gave himself over to Ardoin's voracious suckling, mewling as the Broodmaster's teeth raked across the cockhead, yeah, he knew what Weasel needed. But as good as this felt, Weasel wanted to feel Ardoin's touch all over his body.
However, Weasel didn't tell him in words. Instinctively he projected his need in a way that only a Baptiste could, and suddenly, Ardoin's touch was everywhere, little jolts of electricity flew with every caress. Weasel was quickly becoming one big mass of pure sensation.
(Is it like this all the time,) Weasel managed to ask, in between gasps.
As an answer, Ardoin's mouth enveloped a nipple and Weasel was gone, swept away by Ardoin's lips and tongue.
Then Ardoin projected his own need to Weasel in the same way the Nightchild had done moments before. He wanted to fuck Weasel, to take him fully.
And Weasel was suddenly filled with the desire to have Ardoin inside him.
Without words, they quickly maneuvered and Ardoin violently entered him, the pleasure/pain driving Weasel nearly insane with lust. Ardoin reached over and stroked Weasel's cock, pumping faster in time with his thrusts.
It was so much, too much, he wasn't gonna last very long….
With a shudder, Weasel came, Ardoin following moments later.
Now Weasel understood why Angelo had Changed Dimitri and why he hadn't left him long ago. Nothing felt as good, as delicious as your own blood.
And as Ardoin kissed him, Weasel knew that this wouldn't be the last time. Not by a long shot.
He didn't want it to be.
Ardoin swept Weasel up into his arms and carried him to the bedroom where they Shared passion for the rest of the night, until the sun rose and they curled up against each other in Ardoin's bed.
Weasel realized that he didn't need Dimitri for sex anymore. He'd found something better.
A new playmate.