Rules, there were so many rules she had nearly forgotten they were even there as the deadly tango begun with one mans body coming to their table, and the exchange of not only words, but glances and stares, mixtures of twisted desires and severely phucked up trains of thinking. It so utterly floored her when Delavar spoke of Dallas’ and hers “relationship” so cool as a cumber like that she had to swallow the lump in her throat the size of a foot. Back and forth the beast and the man would go until she cared not to fall so closely to their conversation, for it just added to the raging fire within her mind that was only held at bay by how tightly she was keeping a lid on her increasingly warring emotions. This Argenta, she had heard of him through the shady lot that came in every now and then to the coffee shop to ask her if she would attend some random gathering of souls at one of the Syndicate lords “parties” but she would just scoff, grab the number of under aged punks by their throats and throw them out the front doors of her shop into the gutter. Literally. It personally offended her when people tried to muscle in on her when she was trying to work, not that she ever thought they wanted her to go with them because of her looks or personality but because she might appear to be rich? She never thought of the reasons as to why but it didn’t matter now. That shorter frame of slightly pale flesh and now that the lightening had changed again, her hair became glacier white, did not flinch at Argenta’s approach or his all too clear lust for things out of his reach. Like Delavar for instance. That too instigated an inwardly howl of animosity so great that Socrates had to reach up to swat at her hair lightly as if she were fixing it into place before Argenta’s presence. A sort of sign of respect in wanting to look her best for Delavar in front of Argenta when, that wasn’t the case at all but it was a means to an end. Upon the introductions, a shy smile and even a blush was what Socrates produced for Argenta before her hand was taken from its placid spot atop the table to have her.. Was it her knuckles he kissed now? A cheeky grin slipped over her now pouting lips as her hand coiled about the back of Argenta’s hand with all the liquid like grace their kind seemed to have when they wished it, turning the Syndicate Lord’s hand over to look at his palm that she brought mere inches in front of her face. Such an action was rash? Could be. She was not hostile or even condescending to Argenta even though he boasted of his obvious strangle hold over Dallas and that her silly girlish ideals would be on deaf ears. That raspy sounding voice filtered through the music for just the two at her table to hear, and no other unless they had the innate hearing of something most inhuman. “My, my,” Socrates said in a mock woe-is-me fashion to coax laughter out of Argenta, for she only acted in such a way as to get on the sick minded mans good side, “For a man such as you, I would have left me sooner.” The last bit of her words abruptly became heavy with this ungodly loneliness yet it was not the kind from lack of company. Oh no, this was something of a faint purr of the sexuality that would now be coming off of her in invisible delicious waves. Such was the unpleasant side effect of the tremendous range in her emotions that one minute she could feel sad and the next she could want to have wild hot monkey sex in the middle of a grocery store on an apple stand. Odd one Socrates was. Those glossed lips pouted humorously at Argenta’s palm as her thumbs played over the inside of his wrist to outline the veins in his arm or lack there of, before she let his hand slip out of hers, folding both of her hands underneath her chin to regard the human with his delusions of madness almost… cheekily? How coy they could all be when they wanted to. And yet for all the polite manners and show of respect she showed this human, in this club of people in various outfits that varied from full suits to things next to nothing, Socrates felt she was breaking. It wasn’t okay. None of it would be okay, would it? At the prospect of seeing Dallas when Argenta spoke of a favor Delavar would have to do for him, she almost couldn’t contain the renewed excitement. It hurt and was joyous at the same time to have waited all these months to see the man whose eyes she hadn’t forgotten but, only remembered them in her sleep now. A bow of curtsies was made for Argenta’s leave and then before Delavar could leave her to engage in whatever depraved and probably phucked up terms that were to be agreed on, she caught Delavar’s right hand to squeeze it as her gaze simply could not meet his for what she thought he was about to do in the name of her being able to see Dallas this one time that could quite possibly be their last. There was so much guilt and remorse in those big black eyes at that moment she held onto his hand with both of hers that, maybe this wasn’t the great idea she had thought it to be. She wanted to tell him not to go. Not to be anywhere near this weirdo Argenta and his goon looking henchmen and whatever else he kept locked away in his houses of torture. But would Delavar have listened? Something had been clawing at her on the inside since the second they had stepped into the club and now it just howled to be heard. However, she couldn’t give this sinking feeling a name but, she dared not share it with her Sire on account of how much he had and was doing for her. Playing along with her girlish fantasies? Wretched. The word seemed mildly befitting for the time being she thought as she slipped her hands from Delavar’s to turn away and quickly walk away from him before all those chaotic emotions welled up to the surface in front of him, yet again exposing him to the utter insanity that lurked just beneath the first layers of consciousness and skin. Through the crowd she would slink, passing her hands over this shoulder or that to a person who might have crashed or bumped into her to catch them before they could. At one point a rather large man in a full body suit of shinny leather with a mask covering his head stumbled after being ridden by mean looking black haired woman who had the area of her chest in her matching leather outfit cut out had whipped him and called him useless. Socrates blinked as she caught the burly fellow by his shoulders then set him upright with a faint gasp of shock from his Mistress. “Dancing doesn’t involve falling Sugar,” she said to the clearly distraught human who had angered the overly bitchy witch behind him that glared at Socrates for helping him stay on his feet when she obviously wanted him face down on the floor to humiliate him. A smile as warm as the afternoons in the countryside’s was given to him as she patted his arm but, it had escaped her knowledge that the two pairs of teeth on either sides of her two front ones still had the make of fangs and these were unfortunately bared at the man that out weighted her easily by three hundred pounds or so. Miraculously, the fae like little fluff in all white plaid couldn’t have looked menacing, could she? No indeed. Before any sort of thank you or phuck you could be said, Socrates meandered on by him and the swearing female behind him to come to an abrupt halt before the table that now seated the intimidating body guard Meccan sat with the youth who had seen better days. For the first time but certainly not the last her breath caught in her throat and for a horrifying second she thought she might just fade away at the sight of Dallas throwing back so much liquor in the state he was in. Carefully ripping the composure and calm mask back down before she spoke as a hand was placed on the back of the bench on the opposite side of he and Meccan, she asked in that raspy tone, “Is this seat taken Kiddo?”

Dallas was dying. Argenta was smitten. Meccan was just as monstrous as the human he worked for. If the gender confused tid bit of a thing had not become quite the capable one at make-believe, one might have thought her to be an actress. The look on the pale haired femmes face was probably not the one Argenta would hope for. It was blank, to say the least. Not even a hint of surprise or even appall flickered through her eyes. Her mouth did not tick as it might have had she not exercised every ounce of self control over herself in those moments she watched Dallas be abused by the two in such a way as to tempt her into a fit of insanity. Oh yes, she could have snapped. That little switch could have flipped and she might have freaked out and caused quite the scene in the drug lords club if it wasnt for one thing. It was something that Jaami had known. Delavar had felt it, he must have. The club was not the place for it to end though, this much she had reasoned with herself amongst all that disgust and hatred that brewed within. When however Argenta snagged her arm to pull her with him after forcing into that climax that had him wiggling against the two assailants. Those lips parted as if to speak, but nothing came out. Looking back over Argentas shoulder at all those men around them. Then past them to all the bodies jostling one another to the loud music or lack there of. The smell of alcohol, smoke, incoherent and controlling stung the senses. Naturally humans were capable of horrible things. It was in their nature. But it was also in ones nature for change. So little time, she mumbled as she watched some woman sitting on a mans knee bouncing on and down on it as if it were a rodeo ride, and then realized what exactly the woman was bouncing on and nearly choked on her own spit. No shame. The phrase modesty was never entered into their vocabulary but then again, everyone had their own kick. That special something that got their rocks off. As they weaved in and out of people, or the crowd simply parted for their passing seeing as how it was Argenta after all, unconsciously she tried to be closer to Dallas regardless of the hold on her arm. Subtly at first, and then a little more and more, she tugged Argenta forward or in whatever direction Dallas was walking. But then they were all scooted into this fancy oh so spacious vehicle of the drug lords and it was all for not. Sitting where it was most likely to be wished, one leg crossed over the other as everyone settled in. Although her brow creased by a fraction at the way Dallas looked at her, only to immediately shake his head afterwards, the look in his eyes only fanned the hate she held for Argenta and everything associated with the sick phuck. Reaching up, she pulled her own seat belt across herself, never uncrossing her legs in the process. She was smoothing out the wrinkles in the plaid dangerously short skirt when Meccan proclaimed that he knew what the both of them were feeling. At any other time she might have scoffed. What came out of Meccans mouth though couldnt be ignored as much as she tried, so when the look of pure unadulterated shock and anger fumed in her eyes alone well, maybe that would have been entertainment enough for everyone in the vehicle. Composure couldnt be regained after that. For the rest of the ride to the fortress Argenta called a home, she would sit with her arms crossed and her head tilted slightly to the side. Staring out the window at something too far away to be seen, but too close for comfort.

Socrates was vexed by Meccan. Infuriated by Argenta. And yet she felt shame. Not of Dallas, but because she hadnt been there to protect him from these animals the way others had for her. Well once. A long, long time ago when everything had been so black-and-white that it was sicking.

Every part of her wanted to do nothing more than hurt Argenta. Even if the night ended badly, she would gladly take this abuse instead of Dallas if only it resulted in bodily harm to this human that was the cancer to the world. The very disease her sire had been fighting for centuries only to have it thwarted by some backwards treaty with the higher ups and for what? For this? There would always be evil in the world though, there had to be. It balanced out the good they say. But why did bad things have to happen to people like him? She would wonder as she interlaced her fingers with Argentas as he guided her out of the car in front of him. Those dark eyes spanned upwards then back to the gates they had passed through and all those guards at them. Then back around to the woman whose appearance was quite the striking one in the uniform that opened the door for the lot of them. No sooner had they gotten inside that she distracted herself from the building anger for this entire situation by slipping away to the side to ogle the source of the delightful scent that filled the humans home. Laying a hand underneath one of the blooming buds, and taking the goblet of blood when offered, her head lowered to run the tip of her nose over one of the flower pedals till it reached the middle where there might have been that allergy havoc reeking yellow pollen. Either Argenta would wait till the gender-confused guest had finished her mingling with his floral arrangement or he would leave her behind. It was his choice, after all he was the one that owned all the guns was he not? Some of the mans choice in the flowers sparked old memories in the femme as she rolled a green stem in between her forefinger and thumb and then ran her pinky across some of the more violet colored ones, if any. Then her cheeks would flush as she straightened up and offered a smile, taking a quick sip of the goblet filled with blood before saying, Deary me, my head was off in the clouds. My apologies. Quick were those thick heeled shoes to click and clack across the floor to catch up to them, falling in behind and a little off to the side. Distractions. She had to find something to focus on so that she didnt go crazy from the urges to just jump on Argenta right then and there. None to wise would that have been, she thought as she chewed on the inside of her cheek where they all stood in the elevator, that was taking them to God knew where in the place. As they would be led to this parlor where she actually was taken aback by just how luscious it was. Taking another sip of blood in her goblet, she let her eyes wander over the objects occupying the room but she could feel Argentas eyes on her like one would feel the thin film of a sheet laying over their naked body, faint but there all the same. By the time Meccan had came within ten feet of her she had polished off the rest of her drink so that as he poured her more, her head would tilt upwards to tell him thank you. Of course what she really wanted to say was something far less pleasant and obscene, most likely involving pain but that was besides the point. In mid sip, the drug lords question made a brow perk and then as she lowered her goblet, her tongue curled over her lower lip to lick off a few drops of blood. Still her lips would be stained that deep cranberry hue. No correction needed, she said, not showing the old sting that that name had attached to it whenever she heard it. Nobody else had ever spoken it, except Delavar. Maybe someone else had before but shed never paid any attention. The terror and pain in Dallass voice when he was so quick to deny her any shape or form of her being in the same room as him, it nearly speared her in half. Of course there were other reasons for this, there had to be she thought as she watched the exchange of words between the wounded and the wound inflicting. The thought of Dallas being alone though did not sit well with this one though. No thought really was given when she replied, running the rim of the goblet along her lower lip, smearing a little blood over it before licking it off. If its not to much trouble, Dallass room would do just fine tonight Mr. Maldante, she said, letting her eyes rest on Argenta instead of Dallas, even though she would rather have stared at Dallas all night. Even if she couldnt hold him, just seeing him could have made her content. She couldnt refuse the offer of being with Dallas though. She was crazy, but not phucking crazy. A few times her eyes strayed from those moss green eyes and head of sandy blonde hair, to the arsehole at his side, and then to the sprawling older vampire who seemed all too relaxed where he drank his blood. Although her priority was Dallas, Meccan actually felt more of a threat than Argenta did. Never mind how many henchmen the human had at his disposal, Meccan was vampire. That alone caused problems, or they would in time she idly thought over as her ear caught words said here and there, and it didnt matter who said them either. She said her goodnights to Meccan before she lost sight of the man, and then to Argenta before he locked them in the room he imprisoned Dallas in. Turning to look at where they had come in, and laying a hand over the wall, or door rather. It wouldnt open from this side, that much made sense. Then as she turned to look at Dallas and the bottle of tequila he was about to down, her brows drew together. In a freakishly quick walk she would be at his side and pretty much bat the bottle of liquor out of his hand, causing it to smash to the floor and spill its fiery contents everywhere. She didnt say anything except to stand there at look at him level in the eye. Not wanting to do that, but feeling it was for the better, she didnt think it best for him to be drunk when they got out of here. Tell me, she said, well more like a demand than an actual question. One hand laying on the edge of the table he had picked up the bottle of tequila from and the other laying on her hip. She wanted to hear it from him. Not that he wanted this lifestyle. Not that what Argenta was doing to him wasnt what he wanted. No, she needed to hear it from him. Just what she wanted to hear though, Dallas should have already known...

Socrates:

Socrates was not trying to scare Dallas with her demanding an explanation that couldnt exactly be talked out over a day. She was furious yes, clearly Dallas could see that in those dark pools he hadnt seen in so long. But she was furious with nobody but herself. That pair of plump lips set into a line, however they had begun to quiver when she saw the stiffening in his body. It had all gone wrong hadnt it? Half expecting a slap in the face from him at breaking his once only means of escape from the basturd that had enslaved him, the short frame of slightly pale skin and silver tinged white hair flinched just a hair when he stepped forward so quickly. Laying his lips to her own that already felt the heat in Dallas long before his mouth covered hers and his tongue would find great the fight in hers that pushed against his soft pink muscle and then curled around it to lick at his lips. The anger that had been boiling in her since she had caught her first glimpse of the tirade Argenta subjected her most precious one to, it seemed to melt away with each second he kissed her. And the minutes he let her kiss him back, where she laid her hands to the sides of his face and tried not to rip his head off from just how abrupt he could make her entire body feel like it was on fire. His sob alone caused her eyes to burn, but his words, this confession of love he spilled forth sent those crocodile tears rolling down as she kissed the sides of his face crazily. Not those little chicken peck kisses either but gentle ones. She gave him kind kisses against his feverish ones that were bringing faint whimpers from her increasingly aroused self on account of how she leaned into his every movement and curved her body along with his when his hips ground into hers just a little too agonizingly good like. Some were soft, while others were tiny open mouthed sucklings she made along the front of his neck, or the tops of his shoulders. Wherever she could reach even though she wore those thick clear hooker heels, she had to stand on her tippy toes sometimes just to nibble at the corner of Dallass mouth.

She was trying. So hard, she was trying not to just molest him the way he was pleading with her to but little by little she gave into his wants. His needs would become her own. His wants would be hers. I could never hate the one who holds my heart, she said to him in this faint whisper, pressing her lips to his ear as her arms tightened around him because she didnt want to let go. Not of this. She needed to know he was indeed real and that this wasnt all just a sick game that would or could end at any moment. I-I Those tears couldnt stop now as her thumbs ran over the bones defining his cheeks and then back into his hair that she gave tiny tugs to. She nuzzled at him as he clung to her, and she clung perhaps just as much or more to him, breathing out the words, Oh god Dallas I am so sorry. It wasnt said to make amends for everything that had been done to him. By far it was meant to be a spec of comfort to the human as his gender bent offspring of Delavar turned her head upwards, running her lips along the humans and then she caught his lower lip in between hers to begin suckling on. She was sorry, for this. For all of this even though there was no possible way she could have perceived this happening beforehand. There was nothing Dallas could say or do to ever slacken the blame she settled over herself for his kidnapping. His torture. His anguish. She felt it all too real in his kiss, the look in his eyes, the shiver that crept up his spine. I need you more than anything in my life, came that moanish sound somewhere near the middle of Dallass chest as the girlie boy had slunk downwards to nip and nibble all over the green eyed ones abdomen after he had removed all those leather straps. She couldnt resist it anymore. The smell of him alone had been chipping and eating away at her self control not to just pounce him and please him till he died of ecstasy, or they both did. With him naked, she found the white button up shirt all too restricting now. Having a little fight with her shirt to get it off of herself as her tongue slipped out from between her red stained lips from the blood she had drank all that eve, she would start to lick up the front of Dallas at about the same time that Meccan tried to reason with Argenta, who wouldn't be reasoned with. The pointed heels of the shoes Socrates wore dug into the floor as she pushed Dallas down onto his bed, not being able to help in wanting to feel him all over herself. She wanted his touch, needed it more than she needed to live now. To feel the warmth he and only he held that could be the sole thing able to undo the constant cold her skin possessed, at times. With one hand on the right side of his neck and the right one slightly digging its nails into Dallass left hip, those sets of fangs would nick at his smooth skin here and there. This was wrong though, however much she wanted to make Dallas happy, to see him and that glow in his smiles again. This wasnt the place to be with him in she knew. But did it stop her? Did these walls with their eyes and ears make her falter or slow in flinging her shirt to the floor or the unbuttoning of her skirt? The danger was so real. They could both be killed. Well, she would be killed and the arseholes would probably make Dallas watch but in these few moments she would not deny him any longer. She wouldnt tell him no to his hearts desires. Somehow or another the tart thing had managed to straddle the humans lap, grinding those hips into the other as they were both nude now. Except for the pair of white stockings running up high onto the kindreds thighs and the white stilettos that kicked each and every time he pressed to her, or she fondled his well hung self where they started to roll amongst his sheets. She had not forgotten where Argenta and Meccan had marred him in the club either. Visible as the marks were over Dallass otherwise flawless neck, she would cover the monsters wounds with her own. Dallas Dallas, I love you, it was let out in a shaky breath just before he would feel teeth sink slowly into the right side of his neck just above his collar bone. At the same time he would also feel his hips being tugged closer to his pretty boy lover and the hardness pressing down on Dallass stomach. For a brief moment she almost thought she might come right there if he let her just rub herself against his most peculiar male and female parts just a little longer. That tongue lapped at the few droplets of blood that came from the little puncture wound her teeth caused to the side of Dallass neck, for that was all she could bring herself to do to him and no more.

Although deep down, somewhere, she really did want to taste more of his blood.

Oh how he might push at her, only to have her pull on his hair as that desperate final act of sinking herself inside him made her press her mouth into the middle of his chest and muffle the loudness of the moan that erupted from her. It didnt matter if he had the feel of a virgin or that of a whore. It was indescribable it was she thought as she arched against him, linking her arms around him where she had come to kneel in between his knees and pull him upwards to sit him upright on top of all those aching inches she had for him. Sweeter than heaven, came that murmur of lust and need as the human was surely drawing out the beast in the femme fellow.

Unfortunately their ravishing of each other would only get so far as a few painfully delicious thrusts and a couple more bites before they were interrupted by Argenta and Meccan. Those black pools shifted over Dallass shoulder where she had oddly gotten him pinned to the wall, or the edge of the bed, at the two intruders. The hiss she made was low sounding. Barely audible at all, but Meccan would hear it in the way only their kind could. It was a fierce thing in its tiny stature but it was all she could get out before she attempted to gather Dallas to herself. A vain attempt at that as he had to be pried from her arms and the task of holding her nude form still as Meccan had the task of would not be an easy one. More than once she had wanted to go for the mans eyes and the only thing stopping her was what was being done to Dallas all over again. However the voice that infiltrated her otherwise current mad mind made her spine go rigid and her back straighten. What? Meccan stayed her hands from further pulling at his arm by the mere mention of getting Argenta alone. Indeed he would bruise the pretty boy something fierce on account of how he just couldnt simply stand there and watch Dallas be tormented all over again. Yet there was nothing she could do about it was there? That head of light toned hair turned to the side but her eyes would not leave Dallas as he was strapped and bound to this infernal contraption that the syndicate boss now used to bring orgasm after orgasm out of him, even if he didnt want it. Shed never heard the sounds that tore from Dallas now as the machine reeked its bliss and torture all over his most sensitive of parts. It made so little sense to hear someone in the midst of pleasure and yet at the same time, they were hurting as well. It made her eyes water all over again and she had to turned her head to the side and shut them, causing a slight accidental nuzzle into the crook of Meccans arm just to force herself not to bulk at this. Not now. For Dallass sake, have a phucking back bone she would scream at herself as she turned her eyes back onto the spectacle of Argenta sick ideas. She was silent where she was tense like a coiled snake underneath the other vampires grip, not saying anything at first to Meccans promise that it wasnt he that was the enemy, but he could help her get rid of Argenta. But to act as though she could get off on what was being done to her beloved, she could never condone such acts! This was ridiculous she thought, although she saw the reason to the other vampires logic. Her cheeks flushed a bright red when Argenta finally left Dallas to wither in the hold of yet another of those unnatural climaxes he seemed to leave him in for long intervals at a time, and the smell of Dallas was all over the man. Of course, she could still taste Dallass blood in her mouth and the slickness that those few, few minutes he had let her enter him kept her own male parts warm. Even if it was just the memory of it.

What do you get out of this? she thought, shifting uncomfortably within the hold he held over her because it had to be a very painful one given how she squirmed every now and then. Dont trifle with me brother, youve no love for the humans. Ohhh, there it was. That unyielding thin steel wire that ran through the middle. The piece of her that had not died when Jaami had been murdered, and it did not disappear when Delavar had given her the stars that one fateful night. It was the part naturally that her first love had. The will to love, and to not expect to be loved in return. As foolish as it sounded though, Socrates would play along. Against her will and better judgment mind you. Slowly, almost timidly, one hand would slip down from the hold she had been digging her nails into his arm with, to feel over her abdomen and then down even further till she ran her fingertips over herself and the dampness Dallas had left behind. So perverse it was how her index finger gathered a bit of it to bring it up to face level, as if to study it. Those hips were set at an angle, leaning on one foot, she said with words laced with that intense lust Argenta had watched Dallas and her in, "I cant watch if I stay here now can I." Her index finger was rubbed along her lower lip, and then it slid into her mouth where she suckled on it just to be able to have some part of Dallas near. Even if it was inappropriate. It was the taste of the juices that now spilled from him due to the machine having its way with him again and again.

The taste of Dallas alone made her possibly only male part of her anatomy that was visible remain achingly hard

The taste on the pretty boys fingers was as they say, to die for. In a way it was betrayal, was it not? Knowing that what you were doing would be perceived by someone else the wrong way, and yet you had to do it just the same. Even if you ended up hurting the one you were trying to protect. In which case, was it worth it? Would Dallas understand was the only concern now to the petite thing that now had her arm looped into the humans and was escorted from the room, and the one of the two people she loved. As they exited the room, leaving Dallas to the merciless monster of electric lust and Meccan whom she still thought non too kindly of, she would force every single thought from her mind. Every intention to have or have not, it would all be pushed away and in its place would be something perhaps Delavar would be displeased to see had he been there. To enable no deceit or ounce of hatred to be revealed to the man that she hung from the arm of in her indecently dressed state, she would turn her hatred of him inward. The need to hurt Argenta morphed like some twisting hideous thing inside of her, and by the time they had reached that all too impersonal room where he said that she should see how the machine he had conceived of had its way with her beloved, the femme boy would seek pain from the human. Oh how Socrates knew this game, and she knew it painfully well. Perhaps Argenta would find it amusing. To where this couch they sat upon, the femme boys pale haired head would lift to the side and give faint lickings to the top of Argentas shoulder as he was undressed. It was a type of separating oneself from what they felt with every fiber of their being to be wrong, loath it, hate it, and wish it dead, and then shutting down that path of thinking and just run on animal instinct. That was the best summing up she could ever hope for, to explain how eager Argenta was to let her touch his hardness, even caress the human as she nipped at his ear lobe. Even if she hadnt spent all those years mastering things like this game of how long will your mask stay on, the touches and words Argenta made were quite the seductive ones. It would have been dreadfully hard to resist even sober. Socrates wouldnt just screw Argentas brains out, she would exhaust him to the point that he could barely move before he sent for Mecca. When she felt the humans hands feeling over her own sex she would make this loud cooing sound as she pushed herself against the man. It would appear sickening to Dallas had he been there to witness just how willing she looked to please Argenta. Occasionally, the crime lords fingertips would be caught in between that plump set of kissable and nibbled at after they both got over the initial shock of how achingly slow he lowered himself onto Argentas tool and different he might feel from Dallas. Or maybe it would just be Socrates that would be shocked, cause it had been quite awhile since she had ever touched anyone, except for the beautiful act Dallas had just done with her mere moments before. Hurt me, came that whispering purr into Argentas left ear before she nipped at him and ground her hips into his, driving his full length completely inside of her and causing her back to stiffen before she arched upwards and choked back a scream. The human had the potential to be an awesome lover, if it werent for the bassturd that he was and the horrific deeds he had done. They might have started out with the femme boy on top where his hands knotted up the sides of the couch on either side of the humans head, but they would in time shift to where Argenta would be pulled upwards and then sank back down against that couch with Socrates underneath him and his thighs squeezing inwards against his hips. The human would have his back clawed but slowly, so as not to be so painful as to warrant a smack or something. Argenta was going to bleed before the night was over with, that was a given. Yet it would be starting in those perverted acts they committed with Socratess nails raking up his back as the gender confused male forced himself to relent to Argentas advances enough to drive them both into that blissfully painful euphoric state. Even if she had soiled the crime lords couch with her seed, she would not let him out of arms length until he too was squirming in the beginnings of his own climax, the hot sea within the pale haired vampires mouth never seemed to leave the humans. She caught herself once from saying something foolish, and it ended up with tears being shed and her hands tugging Argentas to her sides as if demanding that he make her do as he wanted her to. It was easier this way in the end, or so she continued to tell herself as Argenta made her orgasm horribly all over the both of them. Perhaps she wasnt prepared for the double-edged sword she was holding though. When she finally could not take anymore of it, and had to beg Argenta to stop for surly she wouldnt if he continued, she would lay quietly half hanging over the arm of the couch. The thin silver chain around his belly glinted in the stark light of the room. His black eyes stared hard at the ground as he listened to the sounds Argenta made when he moved away from the sweat covered couch to make that fateful call to Mecca to bring Dallas in. Dallas?! he thought, and every muscle in his body pulled taunt like wet leather. He could not see him like this. Dallas couldnt see what had just happened between his long time captor and obsessed drag queen. Not that it helped in seeing that kiss he had given Argenta. As the syndicate bosss attention went into placing this call, by whatever means he had in that lavished mansion of his, the femme boys facial expression would harden. If Mecca came in then there would be no chance to get Dallas out of this hell hole. But if Argenta was out of the way then maybe this Mecca would re-think this whole thing and let them go? Oh how stupid! He thought to himself as his naked sat upwards, his neck craning in Argentas direction. The wild look in Socratess eyes just then would never really be able to be explained, not by him at least as he lunged at the human, and tore into him. It was a mixture of blood and lust one could say. The only thing that did skirt across his mind as he wrenched the humans left arm up behind his back, before smashing his face down into a console of this table or a computer pad, was that he had to die. He just had to. There was no forgiving him. Not for what he had done to Dallas. As Mecca took his sweet little time in coming to the room, Dallass inhuman lover would have descended into a rage as he would chase the human if need be around the room just to break another bone. Or have a little muscle to gnaw on...