Silas

Chapter 6

"Caine, would it be alright if I had a few drinks tonight?" I plead with my most convincing smile.
It has been a few weeks since the guys and I stayed up late to drink hard. My health isn't as well as it used to be and going to bed drunk every night with Caine still feeding from me has slowly taken it's toll over the years. Dante has been keeping a close eye on my blood count or whatever it is he looks at to decide how my health is from day to day. Hence I am not surprised when he turns his attention to Dante to get the final clear, who nods approval.
"Fine," I hug Caine in appreciation that he won't get angry with me in advance. "Just don't overdo it. It is a weeknight and the neighbors are sleeping, I'm sure." I get the feeling Caine is a little off put at my display of affection in front of Lord Davenmore.
The remainder of the afternoon went more smoothly than I had anticipated with Dante and Jules even warming up enough to Lord Davenmore enough to joke around about the little information they had about his and my activities the night prior. Lord Davenmore seemed more amused than ever and actually appeared to be enjoying their jests and company despite the fact that we don't exactly fit into what I picture as Lord Davenmore's social circle. The pizza arrived only a few minutes ago and Jules and Dante were eager to dig in. I invited Jules to the kitchen with me to make enough drinks for everyone even though in the end I'm sure it would be he and I that were the only ones wasted. I love drinking nights. I don't think there is anything quite as satisfying as grinding against both friends and strangers in a socially acceptable way, especially when window shaking bass is involved.
Jules and I make a round of Red Bull and vodkas to keep us from getting worn out before dawn and I try to make peace with him... again.
"Hey Jules, I'm sorry I kinda lashed out on you earlier."
"Silas, shut the fuck up. No you're not, you're only saying that so I won't ruin your night. I'll tell you what, you find some hot girls to invite over so I don't have to dance solo with you all night and we'll call it even, deal?" His offer actually seems more than fair. I really don't want Jules to be the only other person willing to get fucked up tonight with me anyway.
"Ugh, not really sure where I'm going to find them but if you promise not to make me look like such and asshole, it's a deal."
We take our drinks and a stack of paper plates back into the living room and pass them out to anyone interested. I motion to Caine that I want to talk to him alone and ask Dante to help Lord Davenmore navigate to the show he was talking about earlier.
"Hey, is it okay if we can like, invite some chicks over? Jules promised to play nice if I did." I hope that my elaboration will convince him it's a good idea. Caine's not dense, and quickly deduces our reasoning and agrees saying he will make sure they are taken care of. Sweet, now I don't even have to do the dirty work myself.
I take our usual seat on the couch and Caine goes off to make some phone calls. Caine has all the right connections to round off just about any situation. I'm not sure what connections he could have made previously to make girls ready to party suddenly just show up at our house but I have learned over the years not to question his methods. I haven't always been privy to the business aspect of his day and still now I'm only aware where he feels it appropriate to include me. After many lessons learned I know not to question his decisions or judgment but to follow his direction and if I really need to know he will explain himself only when he is ready to do so.
More often than not I drink cocktails with a straw, like now, and I take a long swig, enjoying the flavors of energy and intoxication soon to take over the room. I think that partying at home can be just as fun aa at the club in the moment, especially since I don't have to worry about sending anyone home afterwards. I put my drink down and wait for Jules and Dante to stop fighting over who's slice is bigger before I conquer the first pizza box by piling several slices on my own plate.
"Cheater." Jules accuses me of being more intelligent.
"I'm not cheating; I ordered it, didn't I?"
"Whatever, lazy bitch. Just don't be so hasty on the next one or I will take the whole pizza box."
"If you can get to it first." I wink at Jules in a friendly competitive way.
I look over at Lord Davenmore who just watches us objectively and I silently question if he will be put off by our appetite, considering he doesn't care for true sustenance. I decide that if I don't eat my fill than it will only pay me back tomorrow morning with a hangover and Dante telling Caine to keep away from my veins.
Fuck it; I'm hungry. I delve into my first slice and temporarily zone into the primal nature of fueling my high metabolism. The old phrase to wolf down your plate does bear some truth, at least when it comes to us anyway. Dante and Jules I'm sure are in a similar state of mind, unaware of much else in the room other than the calories on our plates. Scarcely taking time to chew or breathe we down our dinner in minutes. Before too long the pizza boxes are nearly empty and our stomachs quite satisfied. No one had paid much attention to the show Lord Davenmore suggested still playing on the television. I polish off slice number seven, if I kept count correctly, and sip my drink as if I'd never drank before. Before the first episode is over I'm back in the kitchen trying to decide what to pour next.
"How was the pizza?" Lord Davenmore again sneaks up behind me and I decide maybe I could gift him a jingly keychain or something so I'm not caught off guard. Sneaky bastard.
"Um, did you want some?" I joke. "I can order more."
"No," he smiles in return, "it just seemed you all quite enjoyed the meal. To be honest I cannot recall the last time I partook in comestibles. Please don't think me to be objectionable, it's just not my thing."
"I promise not to be offended if you would tell me what the hell comestibles are." We both smile at the appreciation that any formal niceties could be disregarded for the time being.
"Anything you could consider as food."
"Come-es-ti-bulls?" Lord Davenmore nods affirmation at my pronunciation and I affirm that I feel ten degrees more intelligent under the influence of alcohol. So far the vodka seems to agree with me this evening and I decide to continue to follow the pattern and coat my second glass of ice with vodka and lemonade.
Back in the living room I impromptu lock and dap without spilling a drop and Jules smiles catching the dance vibe. I leave my drink on it's coaster and grab my phone. I shuffle through the various songs I added to my watch later list. Die Antwood's I Fink U Freeky feels like a good beat to start the night off on, plus I know Jules will like it's fast pace.
No sooner do I start  the song does Jules take the remote from Dante and turns the TV off. I plug my phone into the surround sound and crank the bass to a volume just under neighbor waking level. I bob my head to the beat and look for Caine; What ever happened to babes at this dance party?
The song ends but I have already set up a playlist to jam out without interruption for at least an hour. I grab my drink and start sipping like it's going out of style. Just as I finish my second glass Caine pops his head into the room and motions for me to follow him.
I swivel my hips against Jules and don't miss a beat as I groove out of the room. Once I get to the hall Caine tells me that we have anticipated guests waiting. I go to the front door to greet four very lovely females eager to join the festivities.
"Hey, I'm Silas. You want a drink, find me. This way." I'm already buzzed after abstaining from C2-H5-OH...HH, yeah. Ha, science! Damn this bitch got hips like a truck and I'm so going to bang that tonight. I head toward the back of the house as the booming speakers welcome the ladies into the room. Jules takes about half a second to realize I bring back the fruit of creation and advances like a sex-crazed rock star.
While I was gone someone must have tampered with my playlist as  Flo Rida is now playing and I know that wasn't on the list. Fuck it, the girls are already swiveling their hips before they enter the room and I question their hooker status as they hop on the guy's laps, including Lord Davenmore. My heart sinks slightly yet I found myself turned on by his welcoming of their presence. Dante appears rather annoyed at the blond's advances, understandably, and I reach out to pull her back into a lycan-bitch sandwich.
To the surprise of several, I can fucking twerk better than Miley Cyrus and am all too eager to show off my moves. Dante wanders over to my side tolerant but wanting and I send him to the kitchen for another round of drinks. While I wait to imbibe I take turn grinding between the blonde and a brunette wearing fishnet thigh highs, damn I can't wait to pull those off. As if reading my thoughts, the brunette pushes back against me, my boner now pressing against her tight skirt threatening to burst at any minute. Oh my god I need to get off, like now.
Ignoring everyone else in the room I head to the kitchen to find Dante collecting ice for another round of drinks and I wait patiently. Well... patience can only last so long when the person in question is well-equipped enough to handle porn stars. Dante may be quiet, but thankfully homosexual and open to my advances more than the ladies waiting for us to come back to the party. I walk up behind him and throw the ice tray back on the freezer as I shove him against the counter. If this approach works for Lord Davenmore than I don't see why it wouldn’t work for me, especially considering I already have Dante's heart.
"What the fuck, Silas?" He exclaims knocking over several freshly made drinks. Okay.... maybe not.
"Sorry, Dante," I laugh at my misfortunate attempt at surprising him. Well, technically I did surprise him, just maybe not in the way I had envisioned in my mind. "I was trying to be sexy cool."
"Yeah, it doesn't work for you." He hands me some paper towels and uses a nearby dish rag to clean up the worst of the mess. I feel terribly discouraged but checking the clock it's not even midnight yet. "Silas you can be so thick sometimes," he laughs and I feel even worse than I did when I was locked outside his door earlier.
"I'm sorry Dante, it won't happen again. I guess I just got excited. I mean, we haven't stayed up late to party together in a long time and those girls were dancing with me and, I don't know, I'm sorry, okay?" I throw the wet paper towels in the trash and open the freezer door again to get more ice.
"Silas it's early. You haven't even finished your second drink and you come in here thinking you can just sneak up behind me and bang me on the counter like he did to you?" Shit, he nailed down my expectations pretty hard and I do feel like they were some cheap moves in hindsight.
"You're right, it was lame. How many times are you going to make me apologize to you today?"
"As usual, you know I will forgive you." He winks at me and I can't help but smile back. "Besides," Dante continues as he steps closer and lowers his tone of voice, "if you wanted was sex, all you had to do was ask." He kisses me softly on the lips. "as far as I recall, I have yet to turn you down."
No sooner than the words spill from his lips I feel my shaft stand at full attention again and I pull him closer to me.
"Not here," he whispers. Dante, unlike some of my more liberal partners, really doesn't enjoy having sex where someone is prone to walk in on us.
"Please," I beg with my puppy dog eyes.
"Silas if you want me that bad you're gonna have to get me wasted."
"Is that a challenge?"
"If you want it to be." Dante kisses down my neck and rubs my member through my tight pants and there is no possible way I can wait much longer.... however... my thoughts drift back to Lord Davenmore and the rest of our company.
"Fine." I push him away lightly and grab the drinks that were not spilled and walk away. "Challenge accepted. I know Dante is probably leering my departure and hope that he's turned on rather than more disappointed in my advances.
Back in the living room I nearly spill more of the drinks as a few of the girls race to grab one for themselves. My immediate thoughts are for the carpeting but quickly deflect back to bumping and grinding noting that I deserve a night of fun. If the carpet gets fucked up I will worry about it tomorrow.
"Silas," one of young ladies grabs my arm, thankfully not the one I just picked my drink back up with. "Do you want to dance with me?" I look up when I recognize her as the lady who had been sitting on Lord Davenmore's lap. His lap is empty, no his seat is empty, and Lord Davenmore seems to have disappeared.
"I'd love to hot stuff, what's your name?" I wonder if Lord Davenmore is disappointed in how I chose to spend our evening.
"Yana," she hollers back over the thundering speakers and sips from her drink while bouncing up and down to I'm so Fancy? Who the fuck touched my phone? I try to disregard the change in music and focus on my new dance partner.
Yana turns and drops down to the beat, when she stands back up I'm again lost to the music and sway with her slightly smaller frame, grinding my hips against her backside. Sadly I know most of the lyrics and find myself singing along between sips of my nearly empty glass.
Dante passed out the rest of the drinks and is sitting down again with his own cocktail. I'm glad he went with plastic cups. I motion to him that my cup is empty and he reluctantly goes back to the kitchen. Like Caine, Dante isn't much of a dancer unless the alcohol can talk him into it. Still I feel a little guilty treating him as a barkeep.
When a Jason Derulo song starts to play next I excuse myself from Yana and go to fix the dreadful tunes that will now be stuck in my head all week lest I change it back. As I pick up my phone Jules tries to convince me to let this appalling playlist continue.
"Jules! It's my night. It's my house. I don't wanna listen to this shit."
"They like it," he gestures to the slutty girls around us and for a moment I understand where he is coming from.
"No!" I shake my thoughts back to the sincere gravity of needing to hear music I find suitable to the evening. I don’t give a damn if I'm the only one who prefers otherwise at the moment or not. It's my night and I'm not going to sacrifice a drinking night listening to outdated club mixes. I shove Jules' hand away and put back on Afrojack and Martin Garrix. "If you don't like it, you can stop listening," I laugh wondering how I can please him and listen to what I want at the same time. Jules is the type of person who will get even with me if I don't at least try to compromise. Even if it comes to good taste, which he is clearly lacking.
He straddles my thigh and wraps his hand around my waist, giving me my own 'beg' look. Mother fucker, I reluctantly slide into a compromise.
"Fine, I pick the playlist you can skim as you want. It's either my genre or girls go home." Thankfully he nods in agreement and continues to half-assed dance with me as I straighten out the playlist. He knows I'm attracted to him and he plays on it everytime he wants his way. I doubt I could convince him into my bed but hey, I'll settle for rubbing up against him if that's how he wants to get his way.
I run through about a hundred songs as quickly as I can, yes, yes, no, okay, yeah, yes, I could tolerate that, whatever, yes, no, definitely not, yes, yes. I pass the phone back to him and head back to Yana as Jules thumbs though my options. I threw a few dubstep remixes of popular music on the list and of course those are what he chooses to gravitate to. Like a G-6, remixed, played with a heavy bass line as Dante hands me another drink.
I'm caught slightly off guard at the mix of bourbon and coke and spit back into my cup as my pallet adjusts to the change. Great, now I have to drink spit and booze, whatever. Yana seems eager to resume as my dance partner as she leaves another of her gal friends to rejoin me. She is pretty, her skin is a little darker and I assume she is of middle-eastern descent as she shakes her hips provocatively. Her long wavy hair clearly highlighted with bleach, I wonder if she or someone else paid for her hair job. The orange dress she has on is covered in sequins and I think how much more alluring they would be if they caught the light.
I scan the room as I welcome her dancing against me. I spot Lord Davenmore and Caine off to the other room talking amongst themselves. When I catch his eye Lord Davenmore flashes another mischievous smile and I find thoughts wandering yet again, to what he could possibly be thinking about when he looks at me that way.
A strobe light, oh yes. I reach into my pocket to text Jules to go find one but my phone isn't there, duh. Again, I excuse myself from Yana, promising her to return shortly. I sit my cup on the entertainment center and dig through the cabinet for the light. When I find it I try to think of where to plug it in. I glide past Jules to the nearest outlet and hold a finger up tp Yana who is now dancing by herself. I turn on the flashing light and Yana smiles. Within seconds someone else turns off the lights in the other room and the room is flooded with nothing but white strobes flashing our moving shadows across the wall. The track changes again and I make sure to smile and wink at Dante still sipping his drink while I turn the volume just a little higher. The volume from the speakers clearly overpowers any one-on-one conversations at this point and Yana again is all up on me before I know it.
The alcohol at this point has taken a firm grip on my senses and I close my eyes, the strobe light flickering through my eyelids. Her body is so warm and inviting. I bob and dip in time to the beat, once again, and lose myself in the music. The way Yana is bouncing across my body I wonder if she takes those skills to the bedroom. I fantasize her bouncing up and down on my lap with as much enthusiasm while Caine, no, Lord Davenmore watches on. Would he like that, would it turn him on or make him jealous to share me with her? Again I scan the room for my new object of attention who is nowhere to be seen. Maybe Dante will fuck me in the kitchen now. Alas as I look to his seat he is gone too. Fuck I wanna have sex right now. I could ask Yana but honestly I don't really care about her. I'm never going to see her again after tonight, why waste my game on this slut? I finish off I don't know how many songs with a full erection pushing up against her and finally let her know I need a break. Jules seems to be quite content dividing his attention between the bitch sandwich girls I was dancing with earlier. Yana goes to sit with the third wheel girl, who's name I also don't know on the couch where Dante had been.
Where the fuck did he go? I go to the kitchen to make yet another drink hoping Dante is there.
"Hey stranger," it is not Dante, but Lord Davenmore who is leaning against the back door, in the dark, alone.
"Hey... uhhh, Lord Davenmore." My mind has all but stopped, what fucking time is it? "Sup?" I ask realizing I may be slightly past tipsy.
"Are you having a good time?"
"Uhh, I guess. Are you?" Why does he always ask how I am.
"I quite enjoyed watching you dance." I think really hard about what an appropriate reply would be.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Didn't I?" I am so confused. Is he or isn't he having a good time?
"Maybe I've drunk more than I thought."
"Is that so? Even if, is that a bad thing?"
"Huh?" I see him talking, and I hear his words, but I feel I'm on a game show without knowing the rules. He laughs before responding.
"Is it not getting drunk that was your intention this evening?" He walks over to me and lasciviously reaches around me to grab the bottle of bourbon I anticipated pouring in my drink without ever straying his eyes from mine. I find myself without words yet again and I want so badly for his lips to be on mine.
Typically it is I who takes the lead. I'm the one to use my suave and salacious tenacity to lure others into sleeping with me. I'm both intrigued and astounded at being played in such a manor. Who the fuck do he think he is? Wait... who is he? I'm grounded with anticipation of his next move but am haunted with the realization that I am giving up the control to someone other than Caine. Is it because he is vampiric? Am I forever prone to submit to their mysterious authority? I'm suddenly very concerned that he is charming me and I refuse to put up with such allure.
I take the bottle from him and pour it into my cup. "No." I consider my options of how to lead the conversation. "I just wanted to dance." Real smooth Silas, real smooth... not.
"Is that so?" His condescending words scrape my conscious and my feelings border anger. "Would you care to dance with me?"
I turn to meet his question and I cannot decide if he is being earnest or joking. Yes, of course I want to dance with him; I want to do a lot more than dance with him in fact. I want to fall asleep next to him soaked in sweat and his...
"Maybe, do you know how to dance?" I find myself asking before I have thought over my words.
"Only one way to know for sure." Is this an invitation to dance or a dare. I still get the feeling he is mind fucking me and I'm not sure whether I like it or I will regret my next decision in the morning.
"Let me finish this drink?" Rather than answer me back he lights another cigarette and stares at me provocatively. I decide to take the opportunity to gain back some control, "why do you look at me like that?"
"Like what?" He continues smoking, carefully blowing the smoke the other direction.
"Like you know something about me."
"Maybe I just like what I'm looking at." Again with that smile, maybe decevious, I haven't decided yet but either way it becomes him.
"Is that so?" Maybe I can use his own words against him.
"Perhaps I do know something about you, perhaps I don't. Either way, does my attention displease you?"
He steadfastly refuses to surrender control. He is definitely fucking with my mind.
There is nothing I could possibly say that would not further hinder my attempt to wrestle the upper hand to my favor. I take the cigarette from his hand before he can wrap his lips around it again and bring it to my own mouth. Without another word or indication I leave the kitchen to find another dance partner. I can feel Lord Davenmores eyes on me as I walk away and turning back briefly before I turn the corner he is still grinning in my direction.
Oh my god do I want him again. I don't care if he takes me on the fucking entertainment center and we put on a show for everyone. I don't care if Dante cries like a pussy and runs from the room. My loins are on fire and again I find myself reimagining the events that took place in his kitchen. What could I possibly do to convince him into letting me be on top? How could I persuade him to take me back out in his car?
I try to shake the shameless desires from my thoughts and decide to chase after Dante again. Maybe he will let me take advantage of him where Lord Davenmore will walk in and get flustered. Maybe Lord Davenmore would stay and watch with that sexy smile while I bang Dante against the clothes dryer. My head simply refuses to drop the subject of getting laid.... now.
In the living room Jules is now making out with one of the sandwich chicks as the other not so discreetly humps his leg. This is rather arousing to behold and I find myself lingering longer than needed watching them as I finish Lord Davenmore's smoke and suck back on my drink. Of course I know he will end up screwing both of them tonight, not unusual for such an evening. Yana and the other girl are still on the couch and I find Caine sitting on the chair in the corner taking in the room as often he does on such nights. I make my way to his lap and straddle his hips and lean over to speak close to his ear so he can hear me over the still loud music.
"Are you mad at me?" Caine hesitates to answer and too quickly I fear he will shut down my 'party.'
"Do you know what time it is?" I shake my head with no clock within the immediate vicinity. Caine turns his wrist so that I may read his watch, he is so old fashioned sometimes. I try to make out the analog hands but my inebriation refuses to focus on the upside down time. "It's almost three a.m." He says watching me strain to read the watch properly.
"Ok, so?" He points out the window to indicate that I have not given much thought to the sleeping neighbors after I told him that I would. Damn it. I nod my head in acknowledgement, "do you know where Dante is?" Caine pulls my head closer so he does not have to shout.
"He's reparking out front for when he drives the girls home later." I continue nodding and go turn down the music. I assume I won't be taking advantage of him tonight on any appliance. I feel like I've let him down again. Dante is responsible enough not to drive if he's had more than one drink. Guess my stay up until dawn drinking and dancing plan didn't pan out exactly how I had hoped.
"Alright Jules, take it upstairs." I lean into their menage et trois and make sure to grab his attention. Thankfully he seems all too eager to take their activities to the bedroom. Obnoxiously I take a seat between the two ladies on the couch as Lord Davenmore walks back into the living room.
"So. What else would you ladies like to do tonight? Either of you want another drink?"
"I think I'm just going to head home," so the third wheel speaks after all.
"You don't have to leave if you don't want to, my good friend Caine wouldn't mind some company I'm sure. That is, only if you were interested of course." I try to be cordial in front of Yana for no reason at all really.
"Caine?"
"I'm sorry, Sebastian."
"But I thought you said..."
"I know. I call him Caine but no one else does, long story, I wouldn't want to bore you with the details."
"He hasn’t said a word all night and frankly he looks annoyed."
"But do you think he's cute?" Both Yana and this other girl laugh at me. "What?"
"No one says cute anymore unless they're talking about babies or kittens."
"My apologies, it's not often I entertain such hip young ladies such as yourselves." I say this as respectfully as I can muster.
"I don't know, maybe," she glances at Caine, "why didn't he dance tonight?"
"He doesn’t much care for dancing but I assure you, he can be quite.... advanced, in a more intimate setting." The girls giggle again.
"And just how would you know Silas? Would that be something you have witnessed first hand?" The giggling continues.
"As a matter of fact yes, on many levels. You don't believe me?" I defend myself as their giggling becomes exaggerated. "Hold up."
I get up from the couch and set my drink down. Caine appears slightly suspicious as I take his lap again but does not resist as I bow into a passionate kiss. His mouth clearly lacking the familiar taste of liquor but sweet and supple. He kisses me back intensely massaging my tongue with his own and running his hands up under my shirt. Part of me wants to just continue and fuck him right there, I know he wouldn't stop me, but I'm only trying to make a point. I lean back over the floor and grind my hips against his growing erection as I sway to the music still playing. Caine does not take his eyes off me to acknowledge the girls who I'm sure are gaping at our display but encourages me as he massages the bulge on the front of my pants. He is not shy but amused at my audacious behavior. It isn't the first time I have put our sexuality on display for someone else. I lean back further and reach behind me to bend back towards the floor, grabbing onto his knees and showing off my flexibility. Caine shifts his feet forward slightly to  keep my head off the floor and I notice the girls are not the only ones gawking. Lord Davenmore seems just as entertained and I can't help but wink in his direction. The fact that he isn't removing himself from the room or turning away excites me like a child manipulating his parents.
I reach a hand upwards and on queue Caine pulls me back up. I was right, the girls are licking their lips and grinning in our direction. Nailed it, bitches be so easy to entertain. I will have no trouble talking them into our room now. Which means I will at least get some ass tonight, and Caine gets fed; Two birds, one stone. Still leaves Lord Davenmore without a partner and Dante... where the fuck is he, he should have come back by now.
"I'll be right back." I no longer need to shout and I'm sure more than one of them will wonder at my haste to leave after such a display but I feel a need to know where Dante is immediately.
I jog down the hall to the front door but I don't need to go out front because Dante is sitting only a few steps up.
"Hey." I look at him quizzically hoping to read his thoughts on his expression.
"Hey." Nothing.
"So, what's up, you disappeared on me?"
"You seemed like you had enough on your plate."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Caine said you went to move your car and then you never came back."
"It just looked like Lord Davenmore was more appetizing to you this evening. At least that's the vibe I got from him leaning over you in the kitchen."
"What the hell are you, wait, you mean when I was making a drink like... what twenty minutes ago? Dante I wasn't doing anything with him. I was just making a drink."
"Sure you were. Just like you made a drink for everyone else tonight, including myself."
"Dante, are we seriously going to get into this right now because honestly I don't think I'm up for another round of defending myself for something I didn't do."
"Whatever Silas," Dante says as he gets up. "Are you talking all of them to bed tonight or do you still expect me to drive the girls home?"
"Dante, wait." I grab his arm to keep him from going anywhere and scramble for a solution that won't leave him wanting. "I got this. Let me take care of it. I will send them home and we can go to bed together."
"Silas, don't bother," he pulls away from my grasp. "Someone still has to take them home, Lord Davenmore and Lord Sebastian won't do it this close to sunrise. Just drop it okay. I'll be your patsy again and clean up your mess while you fuck your new boyfriend. I'll get over it, don't patronize me Silas. I'm not in the mood to beg you for time, we already went through this hours ago, or did you forget about me that quickly? You know what? Nevermind. I'm going to bed. Goodnight Silas." Dante heads up the stairs making sure to stomp his feet immaturely with every step.
My instinct urges me to follow him. I want so badly to return to the living room and explain myself but I know if I do Dante will take it as me continuing to brush him off. If I do chase after Dante then everyone else will wonder where the fuck I went and why I didn't return. My mind races as I contest the possibilities of either outcome. I nervously tap my foot on the first stair, what is more important? Dante's faith in me or my lust for Lord Davenmore? If I go after Dante now will it only be another fucking argument? Will I have wasted my entire night trying to get laid and end up going to bed alone? Will I lose Dante's affections if I don't follow him right now?
No. I won't. I make up my mind that if I can't have Lord Davenmore in my bed tonight, which was improbable anyway I will have Dante. Long term leaving Dante to himself will hurt the most. He is my best friend. Caine will understand and once he can tell I'm with Dante upstairs I know he is adept enough to make a decent excuse for my absence. I lunge up the stairs two at a time, knowing I must reach Dante before he slams his door shut and locks me out.
He barely has time to grab his bedroom handle before I take his hand in mine and pull him back.
"Please stop running away from me." I beg him sincerely.
"Then stop pushing me away."
"I wasn't," I insist as he pulls away and reaches for his doorknob again. "I'm sorry. Please." I feel the alcohol about to pour out my eyes and I choke them back where they belong. Dante's eyes are filled with both hurt and anger and not having any other sincere words to feed him I push him against his door with my body, tongue half way down his throat as I show him how I feel the only way I know how.
He reciprocates my touch and fumbles with the buckle to my belt.
"Not here," I part lips to interrupt his moves. I grab the back of Dante's thighs and he jumps onto my waist. Thankfully I'm not too drunk to support his weight or this could have been a poor choice on my part.
Dante wraps his arms around my shoulders and tightens his grip on my hips with his legs as I walk back to my room. Our embrace fervent and burning as I lock my mouth to his and hold onto his ass to keep him from slipping from my waist. I slam him against my bedroom door rather hard and he uses one hand to twist the handle while never breaking our kiss. Only a few steps further and I lower him onto my bed.
Simultaneously we both fidget with undoing our pants, his legs still tightly around me. I get the sense that Caine is shaking his head as I do so with further irritation but I really don't give a damn right now. I wanna have sex and I feel I've already been waiting forever. I lean back against Dante as we shuffle over on the mattress using our legs and hands, whatever we are able, to pull, push and pry off the rest of our clothes. Why don't men wear pull off dresses?
I pause only briefly to slam the door shut only further convincing anyone else in the house that I am more than happy being preoccupied without them. I clamber back over my best friend with nothing but getting off my main focus. I pull the comforter over the two of us and am enveloped immediately in closer quarters with Dante than I have been in months now that I think about it. His body tastes plump and fleshy, a contradiction to Lord Davenmore and Caine. I nibble across his torso and up his neck back to his voracious lips. I find Dante as eager to have me as I am him.
The seconds turn to minutes as we consume our lust with equally enthusiastic stimulation. Time passes unnoticed by either he or I as we take turns relishing in each others carnal passion. I honestly cannot recall precisely how many times one of us were on top the other or who came the most this morning. All I know is that we were both thoroughly satisfied before we collapsed next to one another sometime around dawn. By then we had both completely forgotten of anyone else who may have been in the house and when it boils down to it, it doesn't really matter. In those hours we were completely alone, free of responsibility and conflict. It truly was a night to remember, even if I was a little to drunk to recall most of it.