Three hours I'd been sat here.

Three hours since I had been so nicely asked to "Get the fuck out and go do something useful"

Three hours at some small grubby bar drinking god knows what, with god knows who.

"I hate him" I slurred to no one in particular "Leaving me all alone in this stinking place."

"Hate 'ho gorgeous?" questioned the drunk next to me, raising his black hairy caterpillar eyebrow in surprise.

"You" I snarled, returning to my alcoholic beverage which he had bought me minutes before.

"Aaaaarrrrwwww Pet" he smiled as placing his grotty hands on my waist and pulling me and my barstool closer to him and his aroma of scotch and stale cigarette smoke.

" I 'ow, 'xactly how 'ou feel" he managed to blurt out

"I'm sure you do" I replied, glancing over to my empty bottle and noticing that it was nearly empty.

"Is it possible that I can have another drink" I grinned, flirtatiously curling a finger around in his un-kept beard, making sure it didn't come in contact with the morsels of food which had managed to lodge themselves into the matted hair.

I waited for his answer, watching as his eyes slowly came back into focus, I could almost see the gears turning inside his skull as he managed to finally register what I had requested.

"Aye!" he shouted, waving the empty bottle and some loose change at the bartender foolishly, who pottered around in a old dirty fridge, recovering the beer.

He didn't care about me age. Why should he? It was money all the same.

Thankfully not my money

A moment later I was again with a drink in my hand, listening to the disgustingly ugly man rant on about his precious wife running off with his best friend leaving him all alone in the cruel world, the usual sob story.

I distracted myself from the fascinating conversation with the pub itself. The room was large enough, its grim brown walls where covered in the odd, yet decipherable stains. Tendrils of smoke rose from the numerous cigarettes and danced in the poor light, contorting themselves towards the also stained ceiling. Chairs were scarce and tables even more so. One corner possessed a small booth, I could barely make out its occupant, if it even had one.

I didn't care, I couldn't care, I had to focus all my attention and talents to the pathetic human sitting besides me. Feigning interest, I turned to face him and listen to his self plugging stories.

I sighed, the place was lifeless and ridiculously boring.

I skimmed my eyes over to the clock, it had five hands. Strange

An hour ago, it only had two.

I must have drunk more than I thought. I willed my tired eyes to focus on the clock and smiled when there were once again only two hands. But my smile was brief, was that the time already? I had work to do and it would be no good if I was late

"Shush" I smiled, placing another one of my polished fingers in close proximity to his filthy face.

I chuckled slightly as he stared down indignantly at my digit.

"How about" I smirked, moving my mouth next to his ear, deliberately brushing up against him "you continue your story outside? Hmmm?"

I withdrew myself quickly from his personal space as he began to nod vigorously. I snatched up the my bottle and downed its contents in a attempted to stop myself gagging, he absolutely reeked.

Grabbing his gloved hand and entwining it with my own, I slowly dragged him towards the exit of the bar, out of the door and into a un-illuminated back alley.

Even in the darkness, I could see his grey eyes glowing. When was the last time this creep got laid? I shuddered at the thought and pushed myself back against the alley's wall, facing my companion.

"Now" I grinned, and roughly pushed him to his knees "Where were you?"

I watched the pathetic man fumble with my purposely complicated belt buckle. The poor chap had no idea, all I had to do was lean back, relax and wait.

"Shit" he cursed, his fat fingers and intoxicated brain weren't cooperating with him. But suddenly a light bulb must have sparked inside his desperate head, and in his drunken stupor he began to yank and heave and the fabric of my jeans in a attempt to lower them.

"Eager are we" I laughed nervously, grabbing his wrists and halting his movements. Where the fuck was he? "If you need help, you should've just said so"

I let go of his hands, and began to undo my belt, taking as long as possible. Then man sat back, entranced as my fingers slowly unfastened the first buckle, and then the second. I didn't know how long I could keep this up for. Once the restraint was undone, the bastard tried again to assist in my undressing. I shoved him away once again and continued with the apparent strip tease. I managed to un-pop the second button of my fly when fortunately everything came to a stop.

I jumped slightly as a familiar hand encased the male's greasy mouth.

"Where the hell have you been?" I hissed as the man fell into unconsciousness.

"I have been here for half an hour, however, I found myself enjoying your little show too much to interrupt" Larten smirked, placing a chastised kiss on my cheek.

"You weren't the only one" I smiled, tilting my head towards the tramp who was obviously down for the count.

"Hm" he grunted, unconsciously jealous.

"Was this the best you could do?" he questioned arrogantly, kicking the slob over.

"Yep" I beamed, wrapping my arms around my older lover and squeezing him tightly against me.

"Hurry it up, I'm starving" I giggled, nuzzling into his chest.

"I do apologise Master Shan, I shall begin presently" whispered Larten huskily, his breath ghosting over my ear.

I shivered as I let him go, returning to once again rest on the wall.

I watched as a had done many a night before. Larten kneeled, took the wrist, and sliced into it, waiting; the precious red liquid oozed out of the open wound, congealing in a small puddle on the skin. I bit my lip as Larten gazed at me, I knew what was coming next. I stared, fixated, as his lips enclosed the lesion, swallowing the crimson liquid which flowed freely from it.

With eyes closed in a euphoric manner, Larten beckoned me with the curling of one of his fingers.

Silently, I hastily went to him. Straddling his legs, I plonked myself In his lap, grabbing his fiery red hair in two fists, I pulled his lips to mine.

The kiss was fierce, yet insanely erotic. I brutally forced his jaw open with my tongue, moaning as the blood flooded into my mouth. I fed hungrily, savagely, floating in ecstasy as the crimson salty substance drained into my stomach.

The lust induced fogged cleared from my mind as Larten tore himself away, gasping for breath.

"Satisfied?" He grinned, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

I nodded slowly, burying my head into the nape of his neck, listening to the settling, soothing thump of his heart beat.

Paradise.

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Ive been away for a while... But im slowly returning...

Sorry xxx