Page 8 of Missing Piece
Not to anyone.
“Two.”
“God damn it,” Adam groaned. “Let…go.”
“I don’t think so. I’m already having so much fun,” Vincent said. There was something hollow about how he said that, his tone frighteningly flat like when Adam would say how happyhe was to be sober. Vincent cupped Adam’s face, gently at first before tightening his grip.
“What do you want from me?” Adam asked through his teeth as he forced his vision open to look at Vincent. It looked like his sclera were getting darker. Blacker. He finally let himself recognize the pang of fear that had been knocking at the door of his consciousness, his anger parting enough to let it worm its way through.
He had met a lot of messed up people. Dealers. Addicts. Addicted dealers. Prostitutes and pimps and every low life out there looking for a thrill. But he had never met anyone who made his skin want to crawl off his body and find a place to hide without the rest of him.
“Only two things, but we can discuss that later.” He leaned forward, the tip of his miraculously unbroken nose brushing against Adam’s. “We need to work out number three.”
Adam tried to shake his head against Vincent’s vice grip on his face. “Two is enough,” he gasped.
“Tsk, tsk pet, I don’t think that sends the right message. Now, what to do? What to do?” Vincent leaned in a little closer until his lips pressed to Adam’s cheek.
Adam winced, waiting for Vincent to do something more pervy. When his lips lingered, he didn’t know what to make of the gesture. He was certain Vincent was going to hit him again or try to touch his dick. At least if things went the dick-touching route, he could roll with it. He hadn’t had to use sex to get out of a precarious situation in a few years, but he wasn’t opposed to it.
Anything to get out of this place.
Vincent’s lips traveled down his face, settling against his neck. “You’re sweating whiskey,”he mused.
Adam couldn’t contain his shudder. Vincent’s lips were cool. Unnaturally cool. Even his breath. He didn’t notice it before with his skin still hot and tingling from the drug he wasn’t entirely sure he took willingly. Was this guy planning the whole thing all along? Find some poor drunk at his club to drug and drag back to his place?
God damn, Adam, you unlucky bastard.This never would have happened if he weren’t with that worthless sponsor. “D-Do you wanna have sex?” Adam asked, fisting the sheets beneath him.
Damn it.He really didn’t want to—not with his body feeling wrong and his head pounding, and it had been over a year since he’d been with anyone like that. But if it increased the odds that Vincent would let him go…
“What?” Vincent asked against his neck, an edge of surprise in his voice.
“You want to have sex, right? That’s why I’m here? Let’s do it,” Adam said, squeezing the sheets tighter.Just roll with it. Convince him.“I let you do whatever you want, then I get to go home. Deal?”
Vincent’s face came into view, his sclera were normal again. Not a trace of blackness left in the whites.How did he do that so fast?“You’re just offering your ass like it’s a trade-in for a used car?” Vincent’s face twisted into a frown.
“Yes?” Adam wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He was expecting either an enthusiastic yes or a harsh no.
Vincent’s brow furrowed, something resembling confusion forming faintly on his face as he gently brushed Adam’s bangs away from his forehead while continuing to grip his face with one hand.
“What?” Adam asked through clenched teeth. He triedto move his head, but the grip on his face tightened, just enough to let him know he shouldn’t attempt that again. He desperately wanted to get Vincent off him. He could use a long scrub in a hot shower, but at this point, a large street puddle would do. Anything to get the feeling of this guy’s hands off him.
Vincent said nothing, just continued to stare at Adam with that distant look as his sclera began to change again, the black color spreading across the whites like food coloring dropped into a glass of water.
Adam was entranced by it until he realized Vincent had moved, leaving him staring up at the ceiling light again as those cool lips brushed against his neck again.He might not be human.He tensed at the sharp pain in his neck, but the pain seemed far away…dulled and delayed from his mind somehow. Adam tried to open his mouth to ask what was happening, but Vincent clamped a hand over his mouth.
Adam tried to move his head, but the pressure on his face was too much. He reached up with both hands, fisting Vincent’s hair and yanking hard. He could feel the lips on his neck, a cool tongue lapping at his skin, and burning. A strange, sharp, awful burning sensation pulled beneath his skin.
His eyelids grew heavier.Don’t fall asleep. Don’t fall asleep here.
He tried pulling at Vincent’s hair again, but it was no use. His grip on the blond was failing, his arms heavy and weak at the same time. A strange heat shot down his body from the burning pain in his neck, seeming to settle in his groin and thighs before shooting up to his face. His lips and skin on fire as heat poured off him, beading on his skin as dropletsof sweat.
Open. Don’t sleep here. Open,he told himself as his eyelids fluttered shut. His whole body grew slack, refusing to cooperate with him. Adam heard himself moan into Vincent’s hand, a weird tingling sensation from where Vincent’s body leaned against his sending little shocks of pleasure directly to his brain.
In any other situation, he would have wondered why he reacted that way, but it was too late. He was drifting away again into the darkness.
Chapter Three - Vincent
One of the things Vincent learned early on after living with Luka and Matteo Jovanovska was, that despite them both being mostly silent, they were incredibly noisy roommates. He would have thought Luka would be more mindful of cabinet doors seeing as he could still hear, but it seemed like he did nearly everything the same as his deaf twin brother. He should have gotten used to it after the first decade they lived together, but even after all these years, it still irritated his sensitive eardrums.
