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"No," he admitted. "To be completely honest, I'm usually a pretty boring guy. I can't say I've ever picked anyone up at a bar before - or had them pick me up."
So Roarke stepped into his back to whisper in his ear. "I definitely did the picking up. But I mean, can you blame me?" He slid his hands around the man's waist, pulling his hips back into Roarke's pelvis. "You have one hell of an ass. I am dying to play with it."
Matteo turned in his arms, guiding Roarke over to the side. "Well, there's a nice little secluded area over here by the pond. Means we wouldn't be seen from the street, and then you can show me a few new things."
"Oh, so you're down for experimenting," Roarke teased, liking the way this was going. "I like a man with a little kink."
Sure enough, a cluster of cedar trees shielded a concrete picnic table and little metal barbecue from view. On the other side was the pond he'd mentioned, which wasn't exactly a large thing. Still, families in the area probably came out to fish and do other family things out here. Oddly, that made the idea of fucking this man over this picnic table even more alluring.
The moment they were out of sight, Matteo stepped into him. He didn't initiate the kiss, but he made it clear he wanted one, so Roarke took over. Kissing his lover deeply, Roarke guided him back until the man's ass was resting against the concrete table. Then, he let his hands roam. Matteo followed his lead, both of them trying to get inside each other's shirts so they could caress skin.
But Roarke wasn't looking to drag this out, so he pulled, guiding Matteo's shirt up and over his head. Matteo returned the favor, their kisses just getting more and more wild. Groans and gasps filled the empty park, but no other sounds. They were alone, so this was safe. It was enough to convince Roarke to start working the guy’s pants open.
"Wait," Matteo begged. "I don't really want to get fucked dry."
So Roarke grabbed for his wallet, opening it to extract two little packets of lube. "I went to a gay bar hoping to get a date. I came prepared."
Which was all his lover needed to hear. Matteo wrenched his own pants open and began pushing. Roarke just kissed him again, anticipating the vitality he was about to consume. As their tongues swirled, he began to pull, careful not to take too much of this man's life too fast. It didn't matter. Matteo seemed to want more, hotter, and a whole lot faster.
Somehow, Roarke managed to get his wallet back into his pocket, and his pants open. Matteo's hands were immediately on him. Yeah, that felt good, but it wasn't what he wanted. So he spun Matteo around, then leaned in up against the guy’s back.
"Both hands on the table, big boy," Roarke said before lifting one of the packets to his teeth and ripping it open.
Thankfully, the time in his pocket had made the lube warm. Then, properly greased up, Roarke angled his dick to the man's ass and pressed in. Matteo leaned back, making it clear he wanted more, so Roarke gave it. Wrapping one arm around the man's chest, he pumped into his body while leaning closer to the back of his neck. Maybe he didn't love this guy. The truth was he didn't even care about him. Still, that wasn't the same as wanting to hurt him.
Together, they rocked, using each other's bodies to get what they wanted. Reaching around, Roarke wrapped his fingers around the man's dick, wanting every bit of vitality this fuck could give him. His ass felt good, his broad shoulders were amazing, but it was the vitality that mattered most.
The sweat on his skin, the clenching of his ass around Roarke’s dick, and the awkward, half-sideways kisses were the best meal Roarke had enjoyed in days. He took, sucking away vitality that this guy would never miss, giving back pleasure as payment. Slow rolls of his hips, deep thrusts, and sensual strokes of Roarke's hand across Matteo's dick had the man whimpering in his arms.
Overhead, the sky had changed from orange to magenta, and the shadows were now a deep purple. As turned on as this guy was, Roarke would be able to get him off, suck him off, and still be home before dark. Oh, and he needed to ask for his phone number, because if he ever ended up in need again, he might just brave the guy's politics to get into this tight ass one more time.
Thrusting deeper, angling his hips to hit the man's G-spot, Roarke was lost in the rush of consuming someone else's life - until something slammed into him from the side.
His dick slid out of Matteo's body. The dirt crashed into his face and cold dew chilled his hip and thigh. Confused, he barely had time to register that someone had just attacked them before he heard Matteo's scream. Fuck looking stupid. All Roarke knew was that he had to stop this, so he pushed towards the veil, forcing his dead soul closer to life.
"Run!" he yelled at Matteo, struggling to his feet.
But the attacker hit him again, also from behind. Roarke once more ended up chest down in the dirt, and he had just enough time to see a dark cross rushing towards him before fire erupted in his lower back. He tried to pull away from it. Struggling to make himself move, his vitality was rushing from the wound faster than anything he'd ever experienced before.
It was like being burned alive, but that wasn't all. His attacker grabbed his hair, forcing his face into the ground over and over as if trying to knock him unconscious, and the whole time he could hear his latest lover's screams. High-pitched, panicked,terrifiedscreams.
Then they stopped. Something heavy hit the ground. Roarke struggled, seeking the strength he was used to, but it now eluded him. He tried to get the hands out of his hair, yet shaking his head did no good. Slinging his head, he managed to see a wisp of something behind him, but it didn't seem to be solid.
And still his life bled away.
The fire in his back was consuming him, burning like someone had put heated irons inside his body. His attacker held him hard, refusing to even let him look back to where Matteo had been. He still heard the sounds. Wet, and meaty, the noise was one he was used to, but Matteo had stopped screaming. That meant he'd be next.
Bracing himself, Roarke got ready to make one final push - and the weight on his back vanished as quickly as it had come. Dazed, feeling confused by the weakness of so little vitality, Roarke couldn't even follow where they went. All he knew was that one second, he'd been held down, and the next all he could hear was silence - yet the burning in his back wasn't getting any better.
Free, Roarke twisted, bending his arm until his fingers brushed against the cross sticking out of his body. Immediately, his skin began to burn, blisters forming at the contact. So, knowing there was no way he'd get out of this in one piece, Roarke grabbed the searing wood and pulled.
He yelled with the pain, but he didn't stop until he was free. The moment the burning left his body, Roarke rolled to face it, giving himself that much more distance. There, lying on the grass, was an eight-inch-tall cross, painted green with darker green ivy across it, and it was still too close.
So he crawled. Too weak to make it to his feet, Roarke forced his body away. His dick dragged across the ground because his pants were still hanging low. He needed to get those up, but he had to get away from the cross first. He had to make sure he saved himself this time, because there wasn't anyone to call him back. No one at all knew his real name, so they couldn't pull him safely from the abyss.
But once the pain was far enough away, Roarke rolled again. This time, onto his back so he could pull his pants up and get to his phone. The problem was that the position let him see what was left of his date for the night. Matteo's throat was gone. His face had been pulled halfway off. The young man who'd been so excited to try something new was dead, and Roarke was hit with a wave of guilt.
But if he wanted to do something about this, he needed to make sure someone else knew, because he was fading fast. A bloody finger swiped across the screen of his phone. He found the last text message he'd received - from Thane - and just started typing.
