Tug of War
by Janette

Tug of War

by Janette

There's nothing quite like the thump-thump-thump of a dance club beat. The sound vibrates through every nerve of your body, like a heartbeat. It practically dares you not to dance, not to gyrate, not to fuck someone through their clothes and brings a whole new level to the words "mating dance."

However, all dance clubs are basically alike. All of those beautiful bodies sliding against one another are either looking for someone to go home with, someone to bring home or they're with someone looking for the same thing. And in a sense, that's what my lover Angelo and I are there for as well. Only sex isn't the only thing we're after. In fact it's even not the main thing. We have each other for that.

But the one thing we don't have each other for, we have to find here or somewhere else. It doesn't really matter where. All that matters is that whoever we find is healthy and mostly drug free.

And won't be missed after we kill them.

We've been here, at Dante's Inferno, for about an hour and a half and I'm ready to leave. The main gimmick seems to be the cast iron fireplace with the black metal crossgrating in the center of the dancefloor and the bright orange "flame" colored dancers in their painted on bodysuits, dancing in cages circling the fireplace. (Why this club, Angel Boy?) I ask him in Nightspeech, speaking too softly for Breathers to hear. (So far the pickings haven't been anything to write home about.)

(It's still early,) he replies, (don't be so impatient, my sweet.)

Angelo has a point; it's only about nine thirty. The cream of the crop won't show up til about ten or so. If they don't, we won't stay much longer. We like them devastatingly pretty and if they're not here, we'll go somewhere they will be, even though we're not supposed to hunt there.

The Nocturne.

The music speeds up and Angelo dances closer to me - gods he's a good dancer. His movements are graceful and as sensuous as he is and his body slides teasingly against mine. I can't help it, he's getting me so hot and bothered that I lean forward and kiss him; pulling him closer as our kiss grows deeper.

I'm so distracted by the grinding of Angelo's hard-on against my leg that I almost don't notice the arms enveloping me from behind until I feel his hard cock pressing into my ass. "Isn't this a pleasant surprise," the voice purrs into my ear before his teeth bite my earlobe.

A very familiar voice. I break the kiss. (Radu,) I mutter. What the fuck is he doing here?

Angelo's smirk tells me Radu's sudden appearance is no surprise but all he says is, (Let's go.)

The bastard set this up. That's why we've been waiting. Son of a fucking bitch!

Radu's tongue runs along the shell of my ear. (After you, Jacques.)

Usually I see jealousy in Angelo's hot, black eyes. Jealousy of anyone touching me unless it's for a game and the jealousy he won't ever admit but I know is there. He doesn't want me touching Radu anymore than he wants Radu pawing me.

But not tonight. In-teresting.

I'm far from thrilled that Radu seems to be calling the shots but I'll be damned if I'm gonna leave the two of them alone. I give Angelo a dirty look as I follow him out of the dance club and Radu follows close behind me.

We walk for a while until we're deep in the woods, far away from the lights of the clubs.

I can practically feel Radu's hot breath on the back of my neck and it's enough to send chills up and down my spine. (What if I told you to go away?) I ask.

Radu laughs. "It'd do you no good, Baptiste," he says, his arms snaking me into an embrace.

Of course it wouldn't.

Well, I'll just give Angelo what he thinks he wants. I twist around in Radu's arms so I'm facing him. (Well, if you're here anyway, I might as well enjoy it,) I tell him before my lips capture his and our mouths and tongues begin the dance for dominance.

Angelo draws closer, nibbling my neck and making my blood boil over. Hmmm... maybe he does want this.

Feeling Angelo grind against my ass from the back and Radu's cock grind against me from the front is enough to send sparks of desire through every nerve ending. Radu's mouth tastes as dark and delicious as it always does, the taste of human blood exploding against my tongue like little firecrackers. His nails slice and shred my shirt before his lips slide from my mouth down to my chest and my knees buckle as he begins sucking greedily at my nipples.

Angelo and Radu pull me down to the ground and quickly divest me of whatever is left of my shirt and jeans. Then they pin me onto my back; Radu sprawled across my thighs and Angelo lying beside me. Both of them. I'm gonna have both of them!

Or rather, they're both gonna have me.

Angelo immediately reclaims my mouth, our tongues tangling as our kiss grows deeper. Radu's tongue assaults the insides of my thighs, teasing me and making me writhe under his lips.

By now I'm so hard I can't stand it but Radu will not give me any relief until I submit to him. Torture never felt so good!

Angelo's mouth moves to my neck as Radu begins to lick my shaft, each stroke of his tongue resonating through every nerve ending, sending my desire to a fever pitch. Then he takes me into his mouth, Angelo's teeth sink in and I lose it as both boys suck me into orgiastic ecstasy. I thrust into Radu's mouth, fucking his throat as surely as if he was fucking my ass. Which I know he will eventually do. There's no question of if. Just a matter of when. Angelo's lips against my neck feel so good, the lapping of his tongue a dancing flame.

I'm not gonna last any longer but just as I'm about to come, Radu suddenly stops, giving the base of my shaft a warning bite. "Not yet," he says.

Of course not.

"Lay on your side," Radu suggests and I realize that both of them are not done with me.

This time, Radu is behind me, grasping my hips and Angelo is in front of me. Radu's tongue runs across my ass, flickering in and out and now Angelo is going down on me, tormenting me with so much stimulation my cock is gonna burst.

(Fuck me. Either of you!) I demand.

Not the submission Radu prefers but he's getting so excited he doesn't even care anymore. He scrambles out of his clothes and is inside me with one violent thrust.

With all the teasing I've had, Angelo barely has to do anything to make me come and I come hard and fast.

Radu fucks me savagely, so hard I can feel every bone in my body vibrate before he finally climaxes, his teeth sinking into the back of my neck. After that, Radu pulls out of me and I realize that I got off and Radu got off. Angelo hasn't. Not yet.

We must be thinking the same thing because Radu and I move together and seize Angelo, tearing at his clothing until he's deliciously naked and ready to be ravished. He laughs as me and Radu wrestle him to the ground, our mouths and hands already all over his body.

The three of us kiss; our lips and tongues meshing into one. I taste my lover and the boy who is my rival, my competition, the boy who has Angelo's passion in a way I never will and who has become a lover as well. The taste of his mouth is almost as familiar as Angelo's by now.

I realize that this menage a trois is symbolic of the three of us. Me. Radu, who Angelo has been with on and off for two decades before he was with me. And of course, the boy who is at the center of this tug of war. Angelo, the boy we both want and wish we could have completely. All to ourselves.

That will never happen.

For that reason, Radu will accept we both have Angelo's body, our tongues and teeth claiming Angelo's belly before our lips slide down to his hard-on. Radu and I steal hungry kisses as we take turns taking the head of his cock into our mouth as the other's tongue licks up and down Angelo's shaft. Both of us are rapidly driving Angelo insane with desire as he writhes with abandon underneath us.

Angelo is being shared and I recognize that he will always be shared but that's okay. Radu may have Angelo's body and his passion. But he will never have what I do.

Angelo's heart.