The Keyboardist's Secret

Chapter 27

Pogo's P.O.V

My eyes slowly open and I analyze my surroundings. Why is Manson laying on me.... naked? And twiggs? Did we...? Nah. Manson and I.. we have an understanding. We'd never do something like that with each other, or with each other's partner. Unless we asked, of course. The mate rules are very lenient in the vampire world, okay? Well, mostly. I try to shake my headache away as I slide out from under everyone. I wonder why Zim wasn't there. Eh, probably just woke up before everyone else like usual. As I retreat to the bathroom, I quietly close the door and sleepily reach for the shower knobs and stop. There's only one big knob. Hmm, weird. I step in the shower and start washing my Mohawk. Last nights events start rushing back to me. Oh shit, man. I fucked the Twiggster. Bout fuckin' time. And I... made out with Manson? That was.... hot. Very long overdue as well, I'm just gonna say it.

I walk back into Manson's bedroom with only a towel wrapped around my waist. I almost bump into him as he rushes to the bathroom. He looks me up and down, blushes, and clears his throat as he unintentionally slams the bathroom door. I chuckle to myself. Yes Marilyn honey, it really happened. With the way I catch you staring at me sometimes, it was gonna happen eventually. I rifle through Manson's dresser, trying to find something that'll fit. He's so goddamn skinny. I finally find an oversized tshirt and some basketball shorts. I go to the kitchen to find Zim, and again... nothing. Where the fuck did he go?

Marilyn's P.O.V

As I wash my body and my long, jet black hair I think about what I did last night. Ya know, a normal person would be ashamed or shocked by last nights events. But when have I, of all people , ever been normal. Even a little bit? Pshh, I fuck normal up the ass. But, as much as I love my little Twiggles, I can't stop thinking about Pogo. I've never interacted with him in that way, we've never crossed that line with each other. I've always thought of him as a weird, maniacal brother. Or... have I? I just... I don't know man. I guess the blood is still fucking with my head. Even if I wanted to have any kind of well, anything, with Pogo, it's highly forbidden. Most vampires/ hybrids ignore this rule and fuck whoever they want, whenever they want. Not me though. I try to respect the old volumes. But goddamn, his body is just divine. He could fuck me upside down, backwards and sideways and I wouldn't say a fuckin' word. I mean, really, he could shove his cock so far up my---

"Marilyn! Hurry the fuck up! I can't find Zim any goddamn where and you gotta wake Ginger and Twiggs up while I get ready!" Pogo yells. Mmm, keep yelling at me. I think, as I stroke myself some more. Punish me, I've been so bad. Zim who? Twiggy who? It's only you and me, baby. I moan a little.

Suddenly the door slams against the bathroom wall and the shower curtain flies open. "Marilyn!! I said, COME THE FUCK ON. WE HAVE GOT---" I stare at Pogo, eyes wide as a damn soccer ball and clear my throat. Now think, I'm standing here, butt damn naked, with an erection the size of Jupiter. And he had to have known I was talking about him. I can feel my cheeks heat up as he looks me up and down. He chuckles deep in his throat and sighs.

"Awhhh, fantasizing about me, are we? Look Marilyn, I've known that you want me to fuck you for a long time. But, alas, that's a long discussion for another time. Right now, I need you to get your ass out of this shower and get ready. Since you were taking so damn long I went ahead and woke the others up. Zim is gone and he left his phone here. I can't pick up his scent either. Something is definitely wrong." He says as he closes the shower curtain and stomps away. I cough and get out of the shower. I rrreally hope he doesn't tell Twiggy. I mean, as open-minded as he is, he probably wouldn't care. Especially since it's the morning after a blood party, but still. I sigh as I pull on my old spotted tights. I don't see why Pogo is freaking out, he probably just went to the store or something.

Pogo's P.O.V

I pace back and forth across the living room floor for the 100th time. Why would Zim leave, not tell anyone, leave his phone and cover up his scent? I hand Ginger the shirt Zim was wearing last night. " Here. Find my fucking hus- boyfriend." He closes his eyes and sighs. " I can't see much." Ginger says. " Zim is chasing after someone, I can't make out who. He's snarling and growling very angrily. It seems as if he might transform soon." Just as Ginger finishes speaking, my phone starts to ring. It's.. Jim? What the fuck does he want? I answer. "Yes Jim, we're heading over to your office soon. No Twiggy isn't high, no i'm not drunk. And lemme guess, we need to make sure that--" "Pogo shut the fuck up for one second!!" Jim yells in my ear. "I don't have long. Your boy toy is chasing me and running like a damn dog! What the fuck did you guys do last night? Oh god, he's gaining on me! No! No! Get away! Why are you doing this!?!?! Zim!!"

Click.

I gulp and stare at everyone. "Did you...did you guys hear that? I think Zim just.." "Yeah Zim just killed Jim and ripped him to shreds." Ginger says casually. "WAIT HE KILLED JIM?!?!?!" he realizes. " What the hell for?? I thought he was past this shit!" Marilyn yells. He grabs handfuls of his hair and starts to pace back and forth. "Yeah.. we meant to talk to you about something last night, but everything happened and we never got around to it.." I say as I stare at the floor. "Jim called Zim last night and fired him. Out of nowhere. And apparently he'd already hired someone else. Zim was beyond pissed, understandably, but I never thought he'd resort to this." I say as I grab my jacket. "Come on guys, we've got to find him before the police do. Or worse, the council."

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Hey guys, sorry about the short chapter, it's more of a filler. I hope you enjoyed!