Part I: Bored to Death

Chapter: She's like heroin

Myers woke up to the sound of someone banging the door.

He was awake in a heartbeat, and the gun on his hand in another.

"Who is it?"

"It's me John." A faint voice replied. "Let me in."

Margot. He's heart skipped a beat.

He got off the bed, and went to open the door. It wasn't until he'd let Margot in, that he realized he was wearing a pair of Mickey Mouse boxers, and nothing else.

"Damn, you're cute." Margot giggled, eyeing him from head to toe. "Mickey Mouse, huh?"

"You're drunk." he noted. She was wearing a pair of incredibly tight, black leather pants, super high heels and a latex top, with matching gloves that reached her elbows. Her makeup was smudged, her hair moist as if she'd been sweating, and there was a distinctive smell of alcohol in the air around her.

"Juuust a little bit." she winked. "Don't let it bother you."

"It's 2 o'clock in the morning." He stated, rubbing his eyes. "Not that I'm not glad to see you, but… what are you doing here?"

She seemed suddenly serious. "I came to see if you're alright. I hurt you."

"Yeah, you threw me to a wall." he suddenly remembered, with his tired brain. "But it's fine. I'm fine."

"You sure?" she asked, and something in her voice felt warm, like she really cared. "Let me see your head."

Myers felt his cheeks blushing. There was something about the way she was looking at him, that made him suddenly super self conscious.

"There's nothing to be seen, just a little bump. I'm fine, truly."

"Good." she nodded. "I'm sorry. I-"

"Don't be. I was being an ass." he shrugged. "I seem to be good at that lately."

"No, John. Listen-" she shook her head slightly. "There's nothing wrong with you. It's me. I'm a mess, John. I'm a freak. I'm no good for you."

As she spoke, she had walked closer to him, as if there was a magnet pulling her, an invisible force that she couldn't resist. She was standing oh, so close to him right now, and feeling her warmth on the skin of his bare chest, he couldn't help but to think about kissing her.

"How about you let me make my mind about that."

"No, really." Margot shook her head. "You don't know me well enough to say that."

"Then let me get to know you." he pleaded, almost begging now.

"No. It's never gonna work."

She seemed resolute, but suddenly Myers had this strangest feeling, that she wasn't trying to convince him. She was trying to convince herself. For what reason, he didn't know, but it gave him a new burst of hope.

"That's bullshit, Margot." He stated, on a firm voice. "I've never felt like this about anyone before. It's like I'm burning. Gods, I want you so much, and I know - I just know, that you want me too. Why can't you admit it?"

"I want you too." she breathed. "There? You feel better now? It's not gonna make any difference though."

"Why not?" he was standing very close to her now. The scent of her sweaty skin, of her perfume and alcohol was on him, and that was enough to make him aroused. "I want to kiss you, Margot."

"Damn, I shouldn't have come." she breathed.

"I'm glad that you did." he raised his hand to her hair, to feel her moist, soft curls, and pulled off the hair band. Her hair fell to her shoulders and his hands, making him gasp. He buried his fingers into her curls, and pulled her closer, bent to meet her lips with his, and was swept into her mind once more.

She surrender to his kiss, her body bending against his. Myers' arms were around her waist in a heartbeat.

Gods, it felt so good!

Myers moaned into her mouth, her lips opened to him and she inhaled the sound he made. Her mouth soft and hungry, and her mind was a deep ocean of secrets. He felt being pulled under the surface with a current he could not resist.

But just as fast as the kiss had begun, she broke it. Her eyes were dark, her pupils dilated, as she stepped backwards.

"Gods, John… I'm not going to sleep with you again." she said, shaking her head.

"Why not?" he didn't bother to try and deny it had been his hope.

"'Cause it isn't right."

"It feels damn right to me."

There was a dark tone to her fair voice, as she replied: "That's just because you know nothing."

"I know that you want me. I might not be telepathic, but I'm not blind or stupid."

"Yeah, I know you're not stupid." she whispered. "That's part of the problem."

"You lost me there." he murmured, running his fingers through her curls. "Could you spell that out for me?"

"I should leave." she breathed. Her pupils were huge and dark, and her cheeks were burning.

"Don't." He pulled her closer. The sensation of electricity surrounding her made the hair on the back of his head stand up. "I want to kiss you. I want to feel your hands on my skin, your thoughts on mine, your lips on my mouth-"

"I'm going to Hell for this." she exhaled, but could not help it. She let Myers pull her closer for a kiss, that shoot stars into his mind and left them both breathless.

A need was burning in him. A need so agonizing and all consuming, that it made his hands shake as he grabbed her and pulled her tiny form against his bare chest. Her kiss tasted of alcohol and salt, and the taste of her made his blood boil. Her hands on his neck sent jolts, like electric shocks to his spine, and he couldn't think anymore, he could just feel, and all he felt was her, and the need to have her filled his essence.

The kiss was long and deep and raw. Her petite form clang to his chest, her sweaty skin shivered under his touch, and her lips opened, demanding for his tongue to enter - as she wanted for him to enter every part of her body.

Myers moved his fingers to her top, cupping her breasts, trying to open the zipper, but Margot sent a thought to his mind.

"Don't." she broke the kiss, and their contact. A flash of pain ripped Myers' chest, as he felt their minds separating. But she just stopped for long enough to remove her gloves, and then placed her small hands on his chest, walking him backwards across the room, so that his back met the wall. And then her lips were on his again.

"Christ!" Myers groaned into her mouth, as he felt her fingers on the waistband of his boxers. He was so damn hard already, that it almost hurt, his erection throbbing and pulsing with need. Her hands pulled down his underwear, and he felt her slender, cool fingers gripping him tight, sending an immense wave of pleasure through his core.

Damn, it had been just last night that he'd given her all he had, but already he felt like he'd burst any second.

"I've never wanted anyone this bad." he breathed, his voice raspy and thick in his throat.

"I know." she grinned, her hand beginning to move on his length, her fingers gripping him with just the right way, that he knew would make him come in no time.

"Margot, don't-"

"Don't what?" she gave him an seemingly innocent glance. "You want me to stop?"

And she did just that, letting go of his cock - leaving him groaning out of sheer desperation.

"I want to touch you too." he moaned, but she shook her head, teasingly.

"I'm in charge of this game, and that's not in my plans." she breathed and kissed him, biting his lower lip, suckling it into her mouth. And Myers felt his hands being pulled to the wall, as if they were glued, and he couldn't move them even if he tried.

"You're evil." he breathed, helpless. His erection was pulsing against his abdomen, begging to be touched, and Margot's fingers found it again. She pressed her palm on it's head, spreading the little droplets of pre cum, making it slick. She rubbed it gently, relentlessly, until he was a shivering mess in her hands, groaning out loud.

He read the images she sent to his mind - images of him, coming all over her, and it made him almost lose it.

"If you keep that up, I won't be able to control it." he rasped.

"Maybe that's just what I want." she gave him a shameless grin, beginning to pump him again, this time with a faster pace.

"Christ, Margot!" Myers groaned, closing his eyes, hitting the back of his head against the wall. His legs were shaking. Damn, that girl knew what she was doing!

And then she knelt before him, giving him a lustful look through her lashes.

"Ah, your cute Mickey Mouse boxers." she noted. "Let's lose them, shall we, Thad?"

With nothing but a wave of her hand, and one swift thought, she ripped his underwear apart and it fell to his feet. Her lips were on his balls on an instant, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin - her tongue tracing small circles on the underside of his cock. A deep, animal growl escaped Myers' lips, and Margot pulled back again.

"Margot, I-" he panted.

"You want me to continue?" she raised an eyebrow. "Where are your manners? Say please."

"Please." his voice felt hot in his throat. His heart was trying to beat it's way out of his chest.

"Say it all." she commanded, her fingers slowly, agonizingly sliding on his manhood.

"Say what?"

"What do you want for me to do?" her tone was teasing, as provocative as her looks right now.

Damn, it felt so wrong to say it to her, but he knew he had no choice but to obey.

"I want you to suck it." he growled.

"And how do you want me to suck it, dearest?" she kept torturing him - her fingers aimlessly running up and down his length, following the pulsing veins on it's underside. Her lips, that were painted blood red, were so close to it's head that he felt the air she breathed on it.

"You know how!" his voice was a desperate plea.

"Hard." her voice echoed in his mind. "You want me to suck it hard, right Thad?"

"Oh, God yes." he moaned, as she rewarded him by doing just that, sucking his dick deep in her mouth.

He made a moan of pure pleasure. His cock was large and thick, and her mouth was so small and sweet on it, so wet and warm. And she knew how to suck like a pro, taking it deep, all to way to her throat, her fingers relentlessly pumping him at the same time.

"Release my hands…!" he pleaded, and for once she did as she was told. Myers felt his hands being freed from the wall, and he brought them to her hair, buried his fingers in her curls. He didn't grip her hard though, just kept his hands on her, to feel the movement of her head as his shaft sunk deep between her pretty lips.

He'd lost this battle, he knew. There was no fighting what was about to happen.

With a loud growl he shot his load deep into her mouth.

"I owed you one." Margot said, standing up, wiping her mouth to the back of her hand. "Last night you gave me three, and I only gave you two. Now we're even."

"Even?" Myers had hard time believing his ears. "You talk like this is some kind of a game."

"Well, isn't it?" she seemed indifferent. "I thought you knew that. 'This' is all I'm ever going to be able to give you."

"I'm kinda liking 'this', whatever it is." Myers said with a small laugh. "I don't mind if we keep the game on."

"Oh, John, you're a lousy liar." Margot stated with a sigh. "I know you want more. You need love."

"You say that like it's something horrible."

"It isn't. I'm just not built for that."

"And I don't believe you." Myers stated, suddenly sure of himself. "I've felt your soul, and there is more to it, than just dirty talk and kinky sexgames - not that I mind those."

She laughed. "God, if you think this was kinky, you're even more vanilla than I thought."

"And I have a feeling that's just what you like about me."

Margot gave him a look, her eyes wandering to his bare abdomen - and downwards.

"Could you put something on? That's a bit distracting." she stated.

"You destroyed my underwear." he shrugged. "Blame yourself."

"You only have one pair?" she raised an eyebrow. "That's disgusting."

Myers didn't care. He leaned his back on the wall, showing off his gorgeous nakedness, fully aware of the effect it had on her. He was no ladies man, but he had a pretty solid hunch, that girls didn't do things like she'd just done, to guys they didn't like.

"It's not too late to change your mind about not sleeping with me." He gave her a sinful grin. "I'm good to go again soon enough."

"I'm not changing my mind." Margot snapped, and gave him an annoyed look. "Besides, this game is beginning to get a bit boring for me. We're even now, so let's leave it at that."

"Yeah." Myers said, with a laugh. "You see, I don't believe you. I know you'll be back for more."

"So sure about yourself, loverboy?" she snapped, and there was a storm in her eyes. "Well, in your wet dreams, Myers. Goodbye!"

And with that she left him, standing naked and alone in his room, still feeling her fingerprints in every part of his soul.