How to Survive Your 19th Life [BL]

Chapter 64: Slut

Never had I looked "hot" before. It was a new feeling. Emiel was the hot one, the sex god who could pulverize the chastity of a convent with one look. I was more of an admirer. 

At Red's End, I was looked at in ways I hadn't before. The doorman let me in without even checking my ID as he was too busy checking out how my ass filled out the leather pants. I didn't stop to say a word. I walked in with the confidence to be allowed inside, though I technically wasn't. I'd snatched Emiel's ID as well.

Inside was a whirlwind of colored lights and heavy EDM music. It was packed with more gay men than I'd seen outside of a Pride parade. Some were absolutely ripped, and some were older than my dad. Twinks, bears, daddies, queens... everyone's type was here. 

The dance floor riveted pure energy. I wanted to dive inside it and vibe out with strangers, feel their sweat and taste their breath. Instead I made a beeline for the bar.

The bartender was a tall man with long bearded braid with flowers. I called for him but he didn't come up to me. Instead he took a couple more orders and prepared them. After about fifteen minutes of waiting, he approached me.

"He'll have a double shot of Cuervo, blanco," a man next to me said. "Same for me." I looked up at him and melted a bit. This man was beautiful in the way that horses were. Majestic, with long hair and the brightest smile I'd ever seen. His body was lean and his hips were narrow. He smelled like expensive cologne. He looked to be about ten years older than me as well.

"Me?" I asked, pointing to myself. 

"Yes, you."

"I'm Solomon," I said back dumbly. 

The man laughed, showing those incredible teeth. "I'm Buffy, o' king of kings," the man said back. 

The bartender slid over our drinks and Buffy slid him a twenty-dollar bill. The bartender left with it and didn't bring back any change. 

I clinked glasses with this handsome stranger and took my shot. It went down hard. I would definitely start feeling this in a few minutes. 

"Angel or Spike," I asked him.

Buffy leaned down to where I was. He was so incredibly tall, it wasn't fair that he be that good looking too. "That show was over before you were pissing straight."

"Good ole internet."

The man laughed. "Angel of course. I love a good boy."

"Is that why you approached me? You think I am a good boy?"

"You look like you are intent on proving that you aren't so good tonight."

This was my turn to smile. I signaled to the bartender, two more double-shots on Buffy's tab, which Buffy didn't bother objecting to. He only smiled and watched me as I downed both. His eyes were a clear green with flecks of brown, the kind of eyes I could stare into all night. I took his hand and led him to the dance floor.

I wasn't much of a dancer, but I was better than most other people around me and Buffy seemed to appreciate this. Half of it was jumping around and shaking out the worries of the past, the rest was hardcore grinding my crotch into Buffy's as I squeezed his ass. 

He leaned down to kiss me and I hesitated for a moment. Dancing was dancing, even lewdly--at least I could bring myself to believe that whilst buzzed. A kiss was different. It undeniably crossed boundaries I'd never really considered until that moment.

Fuck Emiel. Murdering piece of shit.

My lips smashed into Buffy's, finding them warm and soft. I found his tongue and swirled mine around it thickly. I moaned into him without a care. His hands roamed down my body, like when Emiel found me in the forest so many lives ago. 

Fuck Emiel!

I fumbled my way into the bathrooms of Red's End, along with a handful of other guys. Buffy kept kissing me like he couldn't get enough. That was kryptonite for me, fidelity be damned. He kissed his way down my body in one of the filthy dimly lit stalls. He sucked my nipple through the mesh netting and pinched the other while his free hand palmed my stiff cock.  This was definitely cheating. If Emiel ever found out...

FUCK EMIEL!

With frantic hands, I wrangled my pants down to my knees while Buffy brought out a full pack of condoms. I turned around while he slid his Magnum condom on, bracing myself. His was bigger than Emiel's and seemingly twice as thick. Buffy was surprisingly gentle with me when pushing himself inside, but bathroom sex was bathroom sex. I held onto the top of the toilet, fully bent over, while he pounded into my ass. He grabbed my cock and stroked me while he rode me. His grunts brought a mixture of sickness and pleasure to me. 

There was a glohole in the stall wall, and a hard cock slid through. I almost laughed at the sight of it. A random guy in the next stall must have been hoping this glory hole would let him join in with the fun. And he was right. 

I slid one of the condoms on his cock before taking it into my mouth. The sound of his surprised moan from the other side was amusing as well. Buffy fucked me harder at the sight of this, muttering, "You are so fucking bad, o' King of Kings. And you feel so fucking good."

My eyes rolled back from the depravity of it all. There was I was... in a committed relationship with a stranger's cock in both my ass and mouth, in the dirty bathroom stall of a nightclub. 

"O' King of Kings!" the stranger from the other stall moaned. 

I bobbed my head back and forth faster, clenching my lips down and sucking this man with my absolute best technique. I was going to climax soon from all of this. I couldn't take much more.

Buffy's hand sped up on my erection and another hand joined it around my waist, palming my testicles to encourage my release. He was pounding into me at this point, hard enough for my head to smack into the stall wall and the edge of the stranger's cock to jam all the way down my throat. It was this act the sent all three of us over the edge. 

We all plummeted to a roaring orgasm that seemed to thunder the very building. I half-screamed-half-moaned until my throat grew hoarse. Buffy kept himself sunken all the way inside my body until the very last wave of his orgasm settled. The two condoms were dumped in the toilet. 

The stall door opened and an old man stood outside it, buckling up his pants. "I had to see whose magical mouth that was," the old man said, smiling with missing and yellowing teeth.

It was just when I had pulled my pants up from my bare ass, not yet to the point of fastening it, when Emiel walked into the bathroom. I saw him in what felt like slow motion. My heart stopped.

Buffy, his own flaccid penis still out, thought it wise at that moment to help me zip up my pants. The old man was still speaking, saying something I couldn't hear over the pounding of my heart. Immediately, Emiel's face registered the scene before him. 

"How did you find me?" I asked Emiel. Buffy looked from me to Emiel, and back to me.

"That's what you have to say to me?" Emiel asked, walking up to the three of us. His eyes were dark in a weary way. Sweat glistened on his forehead and he was wearing a T-shirt that showed off his beautiful collarbone, with sweatpants and mismatched sandals. Pure rage emanated from him. With every step forward, I could feel the intensity grow denser in the bathroom.

The other men in the bathroom sensed the trouble and everyone left but the old man, Buffy, and myself—mostly because Emiel was blocking our way to the door.

He's going to kill me.

"I'm going to fucking butcher all three of you," Emiel said, removing a large combat blade from his waistband. I wondered if he bought that recently or had it somewhere this entire time?

The old man ran forward, trying to make a break for it. It was a futile attempt. Emiel sliced his throat when he passed. The blade passed cleanly through half of his neck and he dropped to the floor where he squirmed and gurgled up blood. The sound of his death rattle passed like a freight train through me.

"I was wondering what you saw in him, Mr. Hugo," Buffy said. "Frankly, I'm impressed. He looks like a good boy, but he can take it like a demon."

Buffy raised his fists and signaled for Emiel to come at him.