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Riding to the sunken resort where David and his gang lived wasn’t the same the second time. The motorcycle underneath Michael felt…slow, somehow. His body had grown accustomed to being weightless, going its own speed and its own way. Michael gripped the handles harder, ignoring the sting from the dog bite in his palm.
But eventually, he reached the resort and called for David, his voice echoing. He got no answer immediately. Instead, Michael found the bottle he’d drunk from earlier and sniffed it. It smelled of blood, like Star had said it was, but instead of the smell churning his stomach, every cell in his body ached in return. Michael threw the bottle against the wall, and it smashed.
A laugh echoed in Michael’s ears. Soon, David emerged from the shadows, appearing exactly how he looked in Michael’s mind: hair bleached, a single earring, dark coat, gloves. He owned his lair, heading toward the chair he’d sat in earlier and sitting, sprawled.
“Hello, Michael,” he purred, taking his gloves off one finger at a time. “Looking for me?”
Michael answered between grit teeth. “What did you do to me?”
“I offered. You took.”
“What did you do?”
David grinned, looking Michael up and down. He lit a cigarette and took a slow drag, taking his time to exhale. He knew he had command here. Michael remembered how it had felt to slam his fists into his face, and his fingers twitched to grab at David again.
“Feels incredible, doesn’t it?” David said after a bit, dropping the cigarette and crushing it under his shoe.
Want and hatred flowed through Michael in equal measure. “I don’t want this!”
“What do you want?”
David leaned forward, resting his arms on his thighs. The line of his neck was more visible than before, and suddenly, Michael knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to feel David’s skin, put his teeth into David, consume him fully.
“Come here,” David said.
Michael’s feet moved, seemingly of their own accord, but he knew better. He wanted to be near David. He wanted to tear him apart, hear him cry out Michael’s name.
“You know what I love about this place.” David didn’t make it sound like a question. “All you have to do is ask.”
“I want you,” Michael bit out.
“Then you can have me.”
Michael surged forward. He wasn’t sure until their lips contacted if he wanted to kiss David or punch him, pin him down or fuck him. His blood sang as he held David’s head hard, holding him in place. David playfully nipped at his lips, laughing into Michael’s mouth. He smelled like his motorcycle, metallic and sharp.
With a tug, Michael threw David onto the ground, sitting on his hips. Michael knew that David let him do it; he could feel the strength David was concealing with his stillness. He tugged his shirt off, and David reached out, dragged his hand across Michael’s abs.
“You want it like this, Michael?” David grinned, panting a little with barely suppressed want. “You want me like this?”
Michael kissed David again, kissing him hard enough that he drew blood from one of them. He licked it away as he fumbled with David’s belt and reached inside his briefs, finding his hardening cock and working it until it was at full attention.
“I want to eat you alive,” Michael said. The words sounded both wanton, coming out between panting breaths, and confused. “What did you do?”
David arched into Michael’s grip. “I made you…who you’re supposed to be.”
He surged up and grabbed Michael by the shoulders, flipping their positions. David rid them of their clothes quickly, and it took Michael hearing his belt hit the floor after a pause to realize they were floating above the ground, rising slowly. He clutched at David, and groaned as David took Michael’s cock in hand.
“That’s it, Michael,” David said, nibbling on Michael’s ear. “Let go. I have you.”
Michael was so tempted. He wasn’t sure what ceding full control to David would entail, but as much trouble as it would be, he knew he would feel relief. That was the most seductive thing of all about David. He wanted to be in charge, yes, but Michael wanted to give it to him.
But that wasn’t in Michael’s nature. Instead, he took David in hand again, stroking his cock as he figured out how to move in the air with a little more grace than he’d managed so far. Once positioned the way he wanted, he took David in his mouth, sucking hard. David cried out above him, and Michael smiled.
The taste of David, the taste of boy and sweat and pre-come and that mysterious, metallic other, should have been completely repellent. But Michael had never tasted anything better.
Moments later, Michael felt wet heat around his own cock, and he groaned around David in his mouth. That made David groan back, and suck harder. David seemed more experienced at this than Michael; Michael felt his cock touch the back of David’s throat without resistance, and Michael couldn’t resist. He came hard, pulling off of David to yell into the echoing room.
They floated to the ground, and Michael ended up on his knees in front of David. David sat in his chair again and gestured at his erection.
“My turn,” David said.
Michael sucked him again. David’s taste was so heady, and between that and the recent orgasm, Michael’s entire body seemed to sing. It was like how he felt racing David toward a cliff, but more. Only his body would die if he’d stopped at the wrong time on a bike. He’d seem to lose something more if David took him over completely.
David’s stamina was better than Michael’s. He ran his fingers through Michael’s curls lazily, like it was his due.
“That’s it,” David said again, rocking gently into Michael’s mouth. How could someone so reckless and dangerous be so even and steady?
Michael looked up at him through his eyelashes. David smirked down before his eyes rolled in the back of his head, and he spent into Michael’s mouth. His come was bitter going down. It was the best thing Michael had ever tasted, if still missing something. Still, Michael was disappointed when the orgasm ended and there was nothing else to lap up.
He made himself pull off and look at David, naked and sweaty on his chair. Michael had made David look like that. Amazing, that he had that kind of power.
It seemed only a moment passed before Michael’s eyes were drooping. He looked toward the entrance to the cave. The sun was starting to rise, the sky just slightly lighter, and he was exhausted. The night had taken a lot out of him.
“I need…need to get home,” he said. He looked for his clothes.
“You could stay here,” David said. The with me went unspoken.
Michael shook his head. That was the line he couldn’t cross. Why, he wasn’t sure, but he knew it. “I need to fix this.”
He got dressed as David watched. David seemed in no hurry to cover up, and Michael avoided looking at him. If he did, he wouldn’t leave.
“I’ll be here,” David said.
His laugh seemed to follow Michael as he ran outside, fleeing for the safety of his bike.