CODE NAME: VAMP

CN:V.8 - Today Is The Day You Die, Mr. Lewis

This chapter is dedicated to @AlexNason, who binged on all my stories. It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside when people read and enjoy my stories. That makes me feel appreciated. Thanks luv.

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Simon felt really good.

Better than he had ever felt in his life. He let out a low moan and gasped slightly as pleasure lanced through his spine and seep into his limbs. He felt warm all over and he could not remember the last time he felt this good.

Whatever was going on, he never wanted it to stop.

As he awoke slowly, he heard a whimper and realized it came from him. There was a wet, suctioning heat on him and he fixed his bleary eyes down and saw a blond head bobbing slowly on his dick.

"Oh shit!" he choked out as his orgasm slammed through him.

His body quivered as he head Jace's head against him for a few seconds before he relaxed and released him with a sigh. He felt Jace slide up beside him and watch him.

"Gimme a second." He murmured. "I'll..."

"No need." Jace said, sounding very pleased with himself and Simon opened his eyes. "You're pretty hot when you're..." he winked. "And I couldn't help myself."

Simon leaned in to kiss him. Jace kissed him back for a long few seconds and just as Simon was getting into it again, Jace pushed him back. "My van..."

Simon flopped back on the bed with a groan. "Yeah, yeah...and I have to get home."

Jace jumped up from the bed. "Shower's through there. I'll make coffee."

Simon watched him leave and realized he was smiling.

Not smirking.

Actually smiling.

"Well, shit."

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Jace grinned as Simon pulled him in for a steamy kiss.

He pulled away and covered Simon's mouth as he leaned in again. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"Damn it." Simon said, scowling. "I'll see you..."

"Text me." Jace said, getting out of the car and shutting the door. He looked down at the long greyish scrape at the side. "And you need to fix this."

"I can't believe those assholes scraped my baby." Simon growled. Then he gave Jace a shy smile. "I'll text you. And we'll have that date."

Jace grinned and stepped back, watching as Simon drove away. He whistled as he made his way to his van.

It was when he was sitting in the car that his good mood soured as he remembered almost losing control. If Simon hadn't jumped in when he did, he may have killed that guy. Not that Simon would mind.

Or would he?

Simon seemed ok with the killing. Hell, he murdered two men last night and he was still his quirky self this morning.

Quirky. Ha.

That was one way to describe him.

Bat shit crazy was another way.

So was homicidal maniac and fucking psycho.

But he was cute.

He'd always gone for the kind of men that made Imogen go grey early, so why stop now.

He really needed to keep the lid on his own brand of crazy.

As crazy as Simon seemed, he probably wouldn't want to be involved with a raving lunatic with no control on his emotions.