Setting: Earth, August 2000
Adam's POV
I perched atop the open roof of the club, eyeing the scene below me. It was like staring into a witch's cauldron. And this cauldron had all the right ingredients for one thing: sex.
Strobe lights, pounding music, alcohol, glitter, the thick scent of pot, and clothing that screamed of indecency. I always loved a big entrance; why not from atop the roof?
Standing on the edge, I shut my eyes. I was a falcon, about to take flight. I let my ears meet the music halfway, felt it enter my heart and soul, felt it surge through me in time with my pulse.
It took over to ignite the angel in me, and I felt myself leap from the edge of the roof and sail downward, through the clouds of smoke and flickering strobe lights, mentally grasping onto each beam of light, using their radiance to give me strength and spark a fire in my soul.
The impact of my feet upon the concrete floor hurt like a bitch, but I barely noticed, as it sent a puff of glitter into the air around my legs. I swept my fingers through the sparkling particles and brushed them through my hair. As I inhaled, I could taste the sex and freedom in the air.
I can correctly state that he "caught" my eye, in every sense of the word; as my eyes wandered, he drew my eyes to him like a magnet. His hips lured me in with claws of candy. I could feel several pairs of eyes following me as I let my feet carry me to him, and it was fuel to the fire.
Strong, lust-filled fingers laced around his waist and let his glory wreak havoc on my body while the music urged us on. My fingers glided down his thighs, feeling his figure beneath them. With his ass grinding into my crotch, I absent-mindedly fought the urge to wrestle him to the ground and fuck him right then and there.
He reached behind himself, entwining his fingers in my hair, and I could have melted under his touch. My pants grew tighter, and the boy turned around to face me. In the brief moment before he kissed me, I was able to drown in his exquisite eyes.
He let my tongue dance with his for only but a moment before releasing me. Without thinking, I reached down and grabbed his cock through his skinny jeans. His eyes blazed, and he threw himself against me. His tongue danced through my mouth, as if searching for something he couldn't find. I inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of weed and slight hint of sugar.
Still gripping his cock, I was aware that I might be driving the boy wild, judging by how tightly he clenched my hair and how his fingers had made their way down the back of my jeans.
Normally, this is when I'd slow down, take him away, and fuck him until he couldn't scream anymore. But, I was too heavily enjoying the way he tasted, and the way he was searching my mouth as if he were trying to drain my soul out of my tongue. He tasted like sweet alcohol and something else… glitter.
If glitter had a taste, it'd be this kid right here.
The boy's nails dug into my ass cheek, and I thrust forward uncontrollably, pressing into him. All I could think was: Hot DAMN.
Without warning, I released him altogether. I shot one look into his stunning dark eyes before strutting away. Not turning to look back, I beckoned him with my finger. I knew he was watching me leave, and that he'd follow.
Into one of the curtained rooms in the back is to where he did so. There was a large elaborate bed, covers already messed in evidence of past deeds done there, even though it looked pretty clean.
I've never been anything close to a bodybuilder, but I certainly had enough toned muscle to effortlessly throw the boy down on the bed and tear his clothes off as if they were nothing more than a candy wrapper. His purple hair flopped over his eyes as he lay back, awaiting the inevitable.
My eyes came to rest on his cock, and I whispered, "Well someone's a big boy." My first words to him.
He smirked at me, and I engulfed his cock with my mouth and got to work. I was careful not to bite him, but lightly skimmed the head with my teeth. He let out a soft moan, so enticing that I shivered. I felt him writhing in pleasure, all at the mercy of my tongue.
Caressing his smooth white thighs, I deep-throated him. His moans increased in volume as he laced his fingers in my hair. The harder I sucked, the harder he pulled at my hair. I wondered how this gorgeous son of a bitch had known that my hair was the ticket to getting me to obey. Even from a submissive perspective, he had reigned in some control.
I felt my cock get even harder when he wrapped his beautiful legs around my body, his thighs brushing my ears. I found his hole and eased one finger inside, than another. He was so tight I didn't think I could force a third without spreading his cheeks further.
I swirled my tongue around his cock, a trick I'd picked up and carried with me, and he came in my mouth, and I gratefully swallowed every ounce of cum. It had seemed almost too easy.
Releasing him, I crawled up over him, running my fingers along his outline, feeling his heavy breathing. Each breath in and out was another assurance that he wanted me to follow through. And I would do so gladly.
Laying on top of him, out chests moved up and down in sync, our erections rubbing together. I moaned lightly, and he circled his hand around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his soft, thin frame, drunk on the feeling of his skin on mine.
"Stop torturing me…" he moaned on my lips.
That voice.
That voice.
I knew that voice. That was his voice. My Soulmate's voice. I'd never forgotten it, and here it was, right in front of me. And this was no dream.
"Stop TORTURING me, dammit!" he moaned louder.
I was ready to cry. I could have dropped to my knees and starting singing praises, as I truly felt in my heart that I was experiencing the most glorious moment of my life. Yet, the praises would have to wait. This was my Soulmate. And it was time to claim him.
"As you wish…" I whispered, my lips grazing his ear. The boy shivered beneath me, as if I'd sent a bolt of electricity through his beautiful body.
I felt his soft hair (that hung as side-bangs over his eyes) on my face, as I gently bit his ear, and he sucked in a deep breath.
I sat up, on my knees, and with little aid from him, I turned his thin body over until he was lying face down. My heart pounded loud enough that I thought for a moment he might hear it. Caressing his thighs all the way up to his ass, I spread his cheeks, forcing two fingers gently inside, one at a time, and then a third. The boy moaned and clutched the sheets in his fingers. His breathing deepened, and the words "Fuck… me…" seemed to melt from his mouth.
Positioning my cock at his hole, I held onto his hips and thrust forward fiercely. He screamed; obviously it had hurt him. I didn't stop though, and his screaming became a mixture of pain and pleasure. I could see the side of his face enough to watch his eyes roll back in his head.
He wasn't the only one in pain.
"So tight… you little bitch…" I said.
I could almost see him smirking at me, even though he'd moved and I could no longer see his face. A few more thrusts, and I'd found his sweet spot, and I positioned my cock to hit it every time. I was in tune with his intense pleasure. I could feel my soul connecting to his, luring him in. Or was it his soul calling to mine?
In this moment of inner connection, it didn't matter; all I knew was that we were alive within one another's hearts.
His pulse under my skin was a song to me, his nails scratching the sheets was a symphony.
Writhing beneath me, a final scream from him was the last I could take before I could no longer control myself.
"Son of a bitch!" the boy moaned fiercely.
Pulling out of him, I saw he didn't bleed. Experienced, he was, as I could have guessed, for he knew how to play this game with all the right cards.
Somehow, through the wavelengths of our bodies and minds, I knew that if I lay down to hold him in my arms all night he would stay without question or worry.
What we have here, is the beginning of love.
