The Crimson Wood (AlastorXAngel)

Angel

   A young man sat alone in an infamous New York bar for men and woman to be "themselves". His slim pale white body was covered by a tightly fitted vest, small black shorts fitted with the fluffy white tail of a rabbit. A top his feathery platinum blonde hair sat the matching ears to his costume. His dark lined eyes were a strange hue of almost pink, they looked around the room playfully as if looking for prey. He played with the long curly straw in his cup with only his index finger and thumb as he became bored.

   His mood soon changed as a handsome group of men walked through the doors. They all wore faded Jean's and simple T-shirts finished with either plaid or denim jackets. They were obviously working men and stuck out from the crowd of misfits. However this attention is what brought interest to the young male. He watched them for a moment to see where they would settle down before he turned back to his drink. He let out a toothy grin showing a flash of a single gold tooth before he slowly stoop up to reveal long slender legs covered only by velvet black thigh high boots. He made his way to the table of men carrying his small drink along. He stood before them taking a slow sip from his straw before smiling playfully.

"Hey cowboys. Need a little company?" He asked bending over the table.

   At first the men exchanged looks as one with a fuller beard glared at the male. The other men looked up at the newcomer curiously and then one of them spoke up.

"Alright, what's your name?"

   The long limbed male stood up tall looking over his white gloved nails. "You can call me Angel, sugar." He winked before sitting where the men had shuffled over. "You boys aren't from the big city are you?" He asked.

   The tallest of the men, a blonde with deep blue eyes answered. "We're from Oklahoma, we're just here for a little vacation." He lifted his beer to his mouth taking a drink before introducing himself. "I'm Dean." he pointed to the man who agreed to Angel sitting down. "This is Tommy." He went down the line to the man with the beard. "Mark." Then the ginger male at the end. "And Richie."

    Tommy and Richie nodded with a light hey, however Mark made no eye contact whispering something to Tom who punched his arm. Angel watched them curiously but then taking his eyes off of them to look at Dean.

"Hm, nice friends you've got." He played. "So, which of you fine country folk is here to party." Angel winked.

   Mark turned his head, brows furrowed. "We are just here to have a few drinks then be on our way." He growled gritting his teeth.

"Awe, that's no fun." Angel pouted. "You're in New York baby! Let loose, have some fun, do some shit you'll probably regret and never tell your wife even though it eats at you daily!"

   The men blinked at the boy a little taken back by his blunt speach.

"Luckily none of us are married." Richie tried to ease the group brushing his fiery bangs away from his face.

"Hmm, fun." Angel leaned in becoming more interested.

"Actually." Tommy spoke up. "We were thinking of heading back out of town to have a Bush fire." He elbowed mike gently. "Maybe you'd like to come with us?"

   Angel thought it over, leaving the city was a little out of his comfort zone, but these were hard working country boys with great bods and big trucks. It would be exciting to do something different, besides he had his cell and a few tricks up his sleave incase something went wrong.

"I sure would like to cum." He winked. "Just let me grab my coat, it could get a little chilly."

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   Two hours later the men had more than a few drinks and were in Tommy's crew cab of his dark blue F-250. Tommy had stayed sober enough to drive, Richie took the front seat leaving Angel in the back with Dean and Mark. For Angel, Dean was the obvious choice of prey, however Mark's cold rude attitude and ability to resist his charm drew him in like a magnet. He reached his hand over Mark's thigh brushing his fingers closer to the inside of his pants.

"Why so uptight baby cakes?" He cooed leaning in closer.

   Mark grabbed Angel's hand throwing it off in disgust. "You should have fucking stayed at that brothel you call a club." He snarled.

"Awe touchy." Angel scooched closer to Dean. "Why is he so grumpy Deano, I just want him to have fuuuuuun." He gave a crooked smile to Mark.

   Angel's eyes widened when Dean slipped his arms around his middle. Dean's lips lowered against the boys ear. "Don't mind him Angel, I'll play."

   Angel bit his lip a little frustrated but when Dean's grasp tightened he saw a glimpse of almost panic in Mark's eyes. Angel held back a wide smile before curling up into Dean not breaking eye contact with Mark.

"Oh good, I was becoming afraid I wasnt fitting in, that you guys didn't like me." He pouted stroking Dean's arm. "I'm so happy you're here."

   Mark's eyes shook as if he were thinking something over, something that scared him. However he just crossed his arms and turned to look out the window.