Quatre made his way around the group of silent boys, passing out the mugs of coffee, no one had gotten any sleep the night before. Between Duo's crying, Heero's snapping at everyone, and Trowa's more distant than usual attitude, everything was a bit uncomfortable.
Even Quatre was feeling the effects of the situation, with all the knowledge Skye had bestowed on them, they were drifting further and further apart…well not really. Heero was getting more hostile and Trowa and Quatre were drifting away from him…Duo was just out there.
Sighing Quatre looked around the group, noting that no one was drinking the coffee, most of them were just staring blankly at the steam rising from the cups.
Clearing his throat, Quatre tried to start up a conversation again, " Gu-"
" Ahhh all gathered I see! Now is the time for us to see the next life that -"
" No!" Duo said loudly shaking his head, and clutching his ears, " Nomorenomorenomorenomorenomore…"
" Duo?" Quatre asked leaning towards the other boy, Heero's glare, and Trowa's hand on his shoulder stopped him.
" Be calm children…the past is almost gone….then only the present and the future will matter."
Duo whimpered, and then the room flashed white.
~*~
Daniel lay a light kiss on the bare moon pale skin of his companion carefully he ran his fingers through the long silk like hair that flowed down his back. His Angel was a sight to behold.
" Angel." He whispered softly into the silken hair.
The young man turned towards the sound of his name. A gentle smile on his lips as he did so.
Daniel's breath caught, as depthless black eyes focused on him. Daniel always felt lost when Angel's eyes were on him. They were so deep, so beautiful. You felt like you were the only one in the world. The only one who mattered.
" Yes Daniel?" Angel asked softly, as he leaned closer to the older man.
Daniel despite himself, found he was raising his hand to Angel's cheek.
A teasing light came into the black eyes then, as he pulled away.
" Do you love me, Daniel?" Angel asked carefully keeping himself, out of Daniel's reach.
Daniel nodded, and tried to pull Angel closer. Angel simply danced away, again, while taking the blue satin sheets with him.
Daniel marveled at the sight of Angel wrapped in his sheets, the slippery blue material slipping off his hips but not low enough to see anything that he wanted to.
" I asked you a question." Angel said, allowing his hair to fall down over one eye. " Do you love me Daniel?"
Smiling Daniel, leaned back against the headboard, tucking his hands, behind his head. Angel had been in his employ for two years now.
Angel had asked him the same question on many occasions, and at first Daniel had just answered him to humor him…that had ended over a year ago. Daniel wasn't sure about many things but he was sure about one thing. How much he loved Angel…
" Yes…" he said extending his hand, " Yes I love you…my angel." Daniel's smile widened as he saw the tender expression that crossed Angel's face. Angel had never even once, said he loved Daniel in return…well verbally but he'd said it with his body, and mouth.
Angel lay back down on the bed, stretching like a contented housecat.
Daniel reached out to run his hand over the smooth flesh of Angel's waist, but the cheeky little devil pushed it away.
" Angel what a-"
Raising a finger to his lips Angel rolled over onto his back, the satin remaining stubbornly fixed over his waist and upper thighs. Daniel reached for him again, and got a firm slap on the wrist.
" Angel…"
Angel just smiled and bent his knees, causing the sheet to pool in his lap, exposing a great deal of thigh…
Angel winked coyly as he pressed his feet against the mattress inching his legs further apart he ran his hands up his thighs.
Daniel smiled, he knew this game, folding his arms, Daniel prepared for the show.
Angel seemed pleased that Daniel had caught on so quickly. Locking eyes with Daniel he casually trailed the back of his hand down his chest then back up just as slowly. To Angel's satisfaction, he could see Daniel's eyes following his movements hungrily.
Licking his lips, he surpressed the urge to pull his Angel close to him. He knew from past experience that, wasn't a good idea. Angel tended to take offense to being interrupted in the middle of a game… offense that usually cost him a pretty penny to alleviate. Thoughts of the cherry red Porsche, and gray Bentley plus driver came to mind. Yep, his 'mistress' was definitely high matience.
With a heartfelt sigh of longing, Daniel went back to watching Angel's play and wished for him to finish soon…
~*~
Angel closed his eyes tighter, gripping the sheets with long slender fingers, his head tilted back giving Daniel easy access to his neck. Moaning he pulled his legs back firmer against his chest…one of the things his clients loved so much about him was his flexiability…
Although he'd never admit it he loved it, when Daniel would take him, like this he loved the way, Daniel would seem to push the air out of him with each thrust he liked the way it felt to have Daniel fill him, to have him panting his name while he tried to drill him through the mattress. He liked the way he smelled, the way he fasted the way he smiled and groaned at him afterwards but he liked the most, was the moment. There was nothing better than the moment for Angel…that space in time when he was actually earned his pay. When the person either above or below him depending on their preference.
When they would close their eyes and just- Angel moaned, and brought his hands to lock onto Daniel's shoulders.
Angel layed still enjoying the feeling of Daniel's muscles contracting under his fingers, all the while knowing he was the reason the person did it. Knowing he was the one making them pant, and sweat, he was for once the one with the power.
Growling almost like an animal, Angel began bucking back against his lover. Trying to draw out his own pleasure.
" AngelAngelAngelAngelAn-" Daniel stiffened on top of him then fell over.
Angel moaned as something warm filled him, frowning he wiggled a little it didn't feel right and Daniel….
" Daniel." Angel complained, with a great deal of pout in his voice. " You're heavy!"
Daniel didn't answer…but he thought he heard a low chuckle and a door slam.
Angel grunted, and tried to push him off. " You fell asleep." He sighed, when Daniel wouldn't move. Running his hand along Daniel's back. " Come on Dan-" pausing he frowned when something warm and sticky touched his hand. Pulling it away slowly, Angel brought his hand to his face.
A strong metallic scent filled his nostrils.
Blood…
Instantly he raised his fingers to Daniel's neck.
Nothing.
Daniel was dead. Daniel had been killed. Daniel had been killed on top of him. Daniel was still inside of him.
Finally it registered, and Angel screamed….
2 years later….
Charles Banock future President of the Marik Bank, youngest graduate of Harvard Business ( with honors), and all around money hungry, backstabbing, ruthless bastard, sat alone scowling disdainfully over the inhabitants of the bar, he'd been dragged to, and then ditched.
' Mingle with us mortals for a while!' his friend had said.
Charles being in a rare good mood, since he'd not only doubled his fortune that day, he'd also expanded his father's bank into Nevada, and destroyed the life of a man and his family.
It was only because of this cheerful goody mood that he was in, that he accepted the invitation. Now however he truly regreted his decision. His formerly good mood was destroyted beyond hope of return. He had a headache from the music, his eyes hurt from the lights, and the smoke machines kept giving him a cough. Plus on top of all that, the waitresses kept dropping things in his lap.
Charles swore if one more thing happened to annoy him, he'd buy this place and then have it destroyed! Then he'd have the owner and his waitresses run out of the city- then the state- then the-
Charles paused mid-rant when his eyes landed on a young man making his way through the crowd…Making his way wasn't really accurate. Gliding is more like it, he moved through the people as if they were merely curtains that parted with the breeze before him.
Charles was mesmerized…he was beautiful.
" Ohhhh see somethin' ya like Chuckie?" his friend asked.
Charles turned a cold glare on him. Damon was his best friend…hell Damon was his only friend, but sometimes…" Who is that?" Charles asked tilting his head in the direction of the black-haired man.
Damon looked as well then shook his head. " That my man is poison." He mumbled.
Charles arched a brow, " Oh really? What kind?"
Damon turned a serious look onto his best friend, " I'm serious dude!"
Charles twitched, Damon much like himself was a Harvard graduate. He still couldn't figure out how a man managed to graduate at the top of his class in Harvard law and still talk like a beach bum.
" So am I, Damon."
Damon snorted, " Look I know how you like 'em, but stay away from ' that' one. He's nothin' but trouble."
" Do tell." Charles said dryly sipping his wine, while never taking his eyes off the other man.
Pulling up a chair, Damon leaned close to his friend," Ok like people call him, 'The Poison' because of what he does to his clients."
" He's a whore?
" No…a kept boy."
" What's the difference?"
" About 30-40 thousand."
" Oh I see then…what does he do to his clients. Kill them?"
Damon shook his head, " Something like that, but he doesn't do it himself…he like gets into their head or somethin' and-"
" Damon what are you talking about?"
Sighing Damon ran a hand back through his messy brown hair, " Ok let me try again."
" Please do."
" Do you remember, Chris from Forsters enterprises?"
Charles thought for a moment," Yes, he was going to take over the Forsters empire, till he went insane, and blew his head off. What about him?"
Damon nodded and leaned closer, " About 6 months before that he'd taken ' The Poison' as his houseboy. We all know what got Chris off…we've seen some of his other 'boys' when he'd finish with 'em…none of 'em could stand to be touched."
Charles nodded, " Yes I know…what does this hav-"
" I'm getting' to that, all right well after about a week with him, ' The Poison' had him following him around like a love sick puppy! He was callin home from work, sendin' him gifts…"
" So on and so forth…what's the point of this?"
" The point is, man that was only after a week! You know how much of a bastard Chris was…anyway by the third month he was down right paranoid about the guy. He wouldn't let him leave the house without him. He would buy him even more expensive things and then when ' The Poison' got bored with him. He left…and well we know what happened then."
" How terrible."
" Chuckie listen man, he's like a drug! He likes gets inside you and destroys you from the inside out! It wasn't just Chris either!"
" Oh and who else?"
" Every freakin' guy he's worked for! Every one man! They've either gone crazy or they've killed themselves or someone else did it for them! There is no exceptions ' The Poison' ain't worth it…"
Charles looked down to the young man beside the bar, even more intrigued now.
" Chuckie promise me you won't …"
" Ok I won't."
" I mean it Charles."
Charles arched a brow, Damon never used his name, " And I said I promise."
Nodding satisfied Damon leaned over his friend and kissed him hard on the cheek," Great! See ya around buddy!" Hopping up Damon walked away from the table.
Charles smiled, " Waitress! See the man by the bar? Buy him a drink for me…whatever he wants."
The young pink haired waitress blinked at him then smiled, " Another one?"
" Pardon?"
" You're buying him another drink?"
Charles frowned," No actually this-" pausing he turned to look at 'The poison' who was raising a glass to him and smirking.
" Would you like to get him another?"
Charles couldn't help it…he laughed, " Sure why not." Sitting back against the booth, he ignored the waitress as she walked away to do his bidding. His eyes locked onto the young man beside the bar, who was still watching him with the same mischievous intensity…
" Well then Poison…lets see what you're made of." Downing the last of his wine, Charles stood leaving a generous tip on the table. Tossing The Poison one more glance. He walked out of the bar.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Charles watched as Angel walked around his living room, marrow dark brown eyes took in everything.
" Angel? Is that your real name?" Charles asked.
Angel smirked, " Charles Banock. Is that your real name?"
" Of course." Charles said simply pouring a glass of …something he wasn't sure but it was on his bar, and offered it to Angel.
Wrinkling his nose Angel pushed it away, " I don't drink that." He said, turning away from Charles.
Charles smiled, " Whatever you say Precious."
" Precious?" Angel asked, glancing back at him over his shoulder. " What makes me so precious?"
Charles arched a brow, " Like you don't know already…"
" NO I don't." he said dryly.
" You're body." He said simply, sipping from the glass himself, " Your face…The things hat let you make a living…You're assets if you will." Charles said walking closer to him, taking a breath he inhaled the scent of Angel's hair, peaches and…what was that other scent?
" Apricot. "
" Hm?"
Angel rolled his eyes, " You're wondering about my hair…it's apricot…peaches and apricot."
Charles didn't really care, but he nodded anyway, " It's lovely."
Angel looked up at the much taller man, a calculating gleam in his eyes, then he smiled.
" Do you believe in love at first sight?" Angel asked smoothly.
Charles snorted, " No."
Angel cocked his head, " Then that must mean, you don't love me."
Charles laughed, " Of course I don't love you. I am you're employer, you are my employee. I pay you for services rendered."
Angel's eyes twinkled, " Oh and what are those services? Mr. Banock."
Charles walked to stand behind Angel, leaning forward he nipped his neck gently. " Anything I want." He said, while sliding his hand down Angel's chest.
Angel spun easily out of his grasp, " I can live with that…" he said softly, sinking to his knees. He winked up coyly at Charles, " I'll do whatever you want." Leaning forward he braced himself on Charles legs, and pressed his cheek against his pant covered thigh, " For a price of course."
Charles smirked, " I can live with that. As long as I get my moneys worth."
Angel giggled, then proceed to show Charles he was worth every penny…and then some.
~*~*~*~*~
Charles rose languidly from the bed, stretching. With a lover like Angel who needed exercise?
Popping his back, Charles looked back down to the bed, where Angel slept on, his black hair spilling over his shoulders and face like black ink, on white paper. Hmm a sound investment indeed. Charles snorted and walked into his bathroom. No matter how fun his little pet was…he still had to work to do.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Angel sighed, wiggling his toes on the black leather of the couch, he cast a glance around the room. Everything in Charles house was so…sterile…from the simple yet extremely expensive couch to the even plainer steel gray and black lamp that sat on an equally steel gray and black end table….everything was so dead and dull looking…not even a plant anywhere to give even a tiny amount of life to the room.
Snorting Angel flicked on the tv, this guy was dead already. There was no reason for Angel to even bother…Charles surrounded to his whims without question, just handed out the money indifferently. He even bought him that ridiculously expensive cabin in Colorado for the winter without even batting an eyelash…
Angel's frown deepened, and he didn't even have to throw a temper tantrum either. Charles just gave him what he wanted, and then ignored him until he wanted him in bed…
Charles would be any KB's dream come true, do nothing but lay on your back for a few hours every other night, give a blowjob once or twice a week, and you get any damn thing you want…even freedom to come and go as you please. What more could a kept boy want?
Nothing. However Angel wasn't you're average kept boy…actually Angel wasn't average anything. He liked making his clients love him, and then leaving them…and watching them self-destruct. Nothing quite like it…it was like feeding a mouse poison and then watching it die slowly.
Angel smirked at the mental image, the smirk quickly died when his mind dredged up Daniel's image…shaking that thought away he changed the channel on the tv…he had been so close with Daniel so very close…he'd worked so hard to make Daniel love him. Just to watch him be destroyed. God knew the evil bastard deserved it…Angel shuddered remembering how his victory had been ripped away from him by someone else….and how it felt to have someone die inside of him.
Angel shuddered again, he hoped to never experience that again.
Sighing he turned his thoughts back to his current problem, his benefactor Charles…how does one make someone love them? He wondered to himself, a sly smile came across his features then…he was fairly certain he could figure that out.
Angel wasn't given time to think on that any longer when the door opened and someone that wasn't Charles strolled in looking around him.
Angel smiled, " Well well well….hello beautiful." He said smirking.
Damon kicked the door closed behind him, and stalked over to Angel's side.
Angel looked up at him from the couch, a smug look still on his face, " Yes?"
Damon snarled and grabbed a handful of Angel's hair and yanked him to his feet, and glowered down into his eyes. " What-the-FUCK-do-you-think-you-are-doing?!" he ground out between his teeth.
Angel winced, and wrapped his slender fingers around Damon's attempting to loosen them from his hair, " Watching tv. I'm sorry I hadn't realized that was a crime." Angel replied snidedly.
Damon tightened his grip, and pulled his head back some more, " Don't be a smartass Angel dear…" he said smirking.
Angel winced, " Really Damon you shouldn't pull my hair like that…my clients love it…or should I say client. I don't have more than one at the moment." He smirked.
Earning himself another tug.
" What the hell do you think you're doing with Charles?"
" Fucking him, and getting paid well to do it." Angel said matter of factly.
Earning himself an actual slap.
" Don't fuck with me right now Angel."
" Haven't done that in years Damon dear, and probably never will do it again." Angel said snidely.
Damon laughed, " Ohhh Angel you seem to forget if I want you to, you'd be on you're hands and knees right now."
Angel narrowed his eyes at Damon…but caught himself, and smirked instead smiling broadly, " Is that an order?"
Damon's face tightened, " No. But this is…whatever you're thinkin' about doin' to Charles…" he paused leaning closer to Angel. " Do it quick, and have it finished before the Lawlain & Sons and Boswitch & Boswitch merger takes place. Charles needs to be out of the picture long before then. So whatever sick games you're playin' with him. Play em faster."
Angel sighed, Damon forgot so easily who was really in charge…all it would take for Angel to be rid of the pest was a visit to a friend, a pout and a sniffle. Damon would be dead faster than a rat caught in a trap.
Unbidden this thought brought a smile to Angel's face…
" That's more like it." Damon said smuggly leaning forward to capture Angel's mouth in a brutal kiss. Pulling away slowly he lessened his grip on Angel's hair, " Sorry baby…" he mumbled planting light kisses along Angel's shoulder and neck…" Sorry…"
Angel smirked, as a hand made it's way under his robe…yep just like all the other's he had him right where he wanted him….Even if he wanted to believe otherwise.