-Opens arms wide and receiving-
I do not deserve all the love my dreamers are giving me and I deserve every kind of insult that you could possibly think of.
You should hate me, I'm terrible. I am very sorry for not updating.
School started, ideas had to be shut up. But it's no excuse. I even accidentally wrote Allison as Addison! it's fixed now but ugh. such a bad author I am.
Feel free to dump all your frustration on me and let me beg that this chapter will make up for a lot. *cough*explicitcontentwarning*cough*
I think it will. –glitterwink-
enjoy,

It was like everything around me had stopped moving. Froze when I locked eyes with Tommy. I only halfway noticed Cassidy standing beside him, skimpily dressed as always, as ever.
But Tommy dragged any attention anyone might have for the exposed skin to himself.
His sparkly eyes were rimmed a smoky black and surrounded by glitter, waving out on his cheekbones like waves of sin.
His lips, of which I could still feel the shape on my own, were a dark, deep, sensual wine-red.
His hair covered the rest of his face, silkier then I remember when I pulled it.
The memory made me shudder in anticipation; I wanted him, just as I'd wanted him before.
I observed a dark, glammy top and tight jeans that hugged him in all the right places. A single guitar pick around his neck matched his piercings.
He was gorgeous, more then ever. He was shining, sparkling. He raged of colour.

But there was more then the beauty tonight, more then just the innocent curiosity, the captivating personality that shined behind the pretty face.
Tonight, there was something in the brown orbs that made my insides turn ice-cold.
It made me remember why I'd thrown him out that morning, but even more, it made me realise why I shouldn't have.

It was sadness. Pain, even. Utterly heartbreaking.
And it was directed towards me. He was hurting for me. Because of me.

I shook my head, trying to clear it. I had to pull it together, I couldn't let him get any closer to me then he'd been. I'd given him a message. I'd given him the lie of not wanting him.
Didn't he feel the weight of that lie? Yet another lie?
Didn't that boy get a clue? Maybe I would need to make it dance in front of him, naked and preferably wearing an obnoxious birthday-hat to make him realise he shouldn't be here.
That I didn't want him here. That I couldn't have him here. It wasn't allowed.

I forcefully tore my eyes away from the fucking captivating sight of Tommy. Damn him.

I gracefully stomped through the club, only subconsciously scanning it as I made my way through the second floor crowd.
I was only vaguely aware of bodies grinding and moving against mine, revelling in yet another wave of deserved hate for myself. I hated myself for running away, but I was more scared of how I was feeling inside at the moment. That feeling overthrew anything else.

"What's up with you now?"
I send a harsh glare to the source of the voice, once more; Kristopher Allen. How he loved to be a royal pain in my ass.
His smirk was knowing, too knowing and I immediately narrowed my eyes suspiciously at him. He knew better then to pull something in my club. He knew very well that this was my circle.

"Nothing." I shortly answered his question. Seeing him laugh. "But do you actually give a damn?"

That shut him up, but probably not in the way I wanted. His face became completely serious.
"More then you think." He replied.
What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was everybody out to mess with my head (and heart) tonight? I wanted to scream with frustration. Rip my pretty voice to pieces because I didn't know what to do.
I always knew what to do. I had to. Why was this happening? Was it happening?

No, I wouldn't allow it. It was over, right this instant, I decided, rising to my full height.
From now on, I wouldn't let the blonde into my club again, no matter how that hurt his feelings. From now on, I wouldn't tolerate Kris playing around.
This mess had gone on long enough, I wasted an entire day fussing over what had happened and I couldn't allow that. I couldn't allow myself to have another Drake.

–wince—

Couldn't let myself get that weak and useless again. I had a purpose now, I was the ultimate entertainment and nobody; especially not an obnoxious, annoying, amazing, Adam-charm-intolerant guy with sparkly eyes, could distract me from that.
I was alone, inside my circle of trusted ones and I would stay that way. Tommy'd come this far and had put up a damn good fight, but I wouldn't let him intrigue me anymore. I wouldn't fall for the challenge of figuring him out. I wouldn't let fate play with me. To here and no further.

I felt myself relax now that I'd made this decision. I knew it was the best option. It had to be. I had a club to run.

Speaking of which, it was time I took the strings back into my hands. I only hoped being exposed to unrestrained Cassidy, Cheeks and Allison hadn't done too much damage.

It felt nice to fall back into my perfect cat-like movements as I slickly made my way to the DJ. It was time to spice things up some, shoving any thoughts of Tommy forcefully away.
The lighting, with an intensified amount of neon reflected in the eyes of the happily surprised crowd. Their smiles drugged me. That was what was important.
I heard their heels click to the beat that now freshly pulsed through the four story building. They'd known something was off, but I was back now. They had nothing to worry about but being entertained.

They looked up at me with adoring eyes as I mixed with them, something I rarely did on working-days.
The lighting darkened and I smirked. Perfect.
I grabbed a random boy, who was fortunately not completely bad looking and gave him the kiss of his life.
It felt a bit off, but I didn't care. It was about the image, not how I felt.

The air was thick, dirty and filled with thrilled voices; moans even, especially after a few, around a dozen more, kisses, with male and female lucky winners. I smelled the arousal in the air, layers and layers of thick, glittery sexiness. This was what I lived for.
I strutted my way up the stairs, hearing the cheers and wolf-whistles behind me as I seductively swayed my hips. Not thinking of the way another man had once done that. It was good.
The second floor was bursting, with a lot of my people hanging over the railing, just to stare at me.
The lighting played over their skins, glowing with sweat already and I felt some of myself trickle lightly over my brow and the back of my neck.
I walked over the bar, moving to the music exactly and rung the fashionable black bell that hung there and immediately, I had the whole floor cheering for me.
Nobody ever hated getting free alcohol to excite them further.

Then, dancing with several good looking women and eventually groping a man through his jeans (he was a moaner) I walked up the stairs to the terrace. The image of a certain blonde almost completely erased from my mind. I'd forgotten how easy it was for me to shove unpleasant things away to where they couldn't bother me.

I breathed the sweat-smell-less air as I leaned over the balustrade, like that night; was it only 3 days? Three days since everything changed?
It was almost exactly like that evening, because now, I had the club back where I wanted it, in the palm of my hand; I had to be more careful. Next time it might be too late to tie the laces.

I watched the people downstairs, dancing and singing along with lyrics they knew. The club was hot, deserving of the title it carried.
I searched for the usual groups; the dancers, the performers, the fans.
I found Cheek's happy followers of positivity and the slightly saner group seated around Kris and Katy, happily chatting away, but I couldn't find the large group of Haley-fans, how strange. Cassidy was almost as much of a performer as I was, he always had been and there wasn't much that could pry him away from being so. It was so long before… things. And it was so now. What could be more important then entertaining my crowd?
I annoyedly flicked the raven strands out of my blackened eyes and pursed the lips I'd so carefully plumped. I didn't like this; things were supposed to be back to extraordinarily normal again. I needed that in order to forget… certain other things.

"So the chase is back, huh? Not going after him this time to make him unable to walk for a week?"
Of course this scarily accurate impersonation of me could only be coming from Allison.
"No, I grew bored of him. Little fucker." I answered, without missing a beat.

"Oh. I guess that's good then." She told me nonchalantly. Rolling her eyes when she thought I couldn't see her.
Her hair seemed almost purple because of the light that flashed on her and I leaned in to whisper understandably; "What's good, then, Ali?" With a tone that would've made other girls her age probably faint.
Of course she didn't, she just genuinely smiled.

"God; Adam." I smirked at her choice of words. "You need to take a step before you leap, jeez."
She ringed as she moved closer to me. "I meant its good because of… well, that."

Her hand encircled my jaw and roughly turned me towards the second floor.

What I saw broke all the restraints I'd put on myself and unlocked everything I'd locked in my head the past hour.
I growled, low and dangerously and nearly flinched when a strange pang of pain hit my square in the chest with the force of probably ten teenage fan girls.

Oh no, he did not.

"Stop fiddling!" Cassidy hissed in my ear, though quite loudly, for a hiss.
As an answer, I snorted. He try not fiddling with clothes that were obviously uncomfortable.
Of course, he couldn't feel uncomfortable in anything. And he was aware of it.

The shorts he wore barely covered the essentials, his top so long it barely covered his nipples and his neck was once again adorned with necklaces and things I'd never imagine on a neck. He managed to pull it off along with a reasonable amount of make-up.

I pulled at the too-tight pants that hugged me in all the wrong places and figured this, at least, was better then the corset.

"He's going to be here any minute now. Look adorable!" I just send Cassidy a weird look. I didn't want to look adorable. I just wanted this to fucking work so I could talk to Adam.

What I would say? No clue.
How this would exactly work? Even more clueless.
Was it worth it? I may fucking hope so.

Club Glam never ceased to amaze me and tonight, it was looking specifically erotic, because basically everyone had a gorgeous body, awesome moves and clothes to rip. If I'd been interested. And if I'd been into such things.
I listened to the music, trying to get lost in it for a moment, before I was thrown in with the sharks.
I knew Cassidy (and Cheeks, though he'd been jumping around, squealing how pretty I was half the time) had picked my look and make-up (god, I felt really gay now) to match the surroundings.
I was thankful, but horrified. I felt good, which was weird to me. I never really felt pretty in anything. Because honestly, I wasn't that good-looking.
But I hoped Adam would think the otherwise. Cassidy had promised to get me to him. I had to trust the man.

"Spindle… Spindle…" Cassidy hummed. "Ah, like I thought, there he is. Look sexy."

And there he was, the man that'd been in my thoughts for the entire day. He looked amazing and I felt my self-esteem shrink when I observed his clothes, zebra pants and everything, up to his carefully styled raven manes and his skilfully applied make-up.
It made me look into his eyes, which seemed grey, instead of the magnificent blue I remembered.
It made me forget everything and remember just one thing.

Adam was hurt. Badly.

I now new how, to an extend and I had no clue how harsh Drake had actually been to him, but I'd felt the rush of pain just as clearly as I felt the beat of the bass at that moment.
I wanted to squish the little fucker that'd done it, I wanted to run away, but mostly, I just wanted to hug him and tell him it was allright.

God, I was such a sap.

"Wait for it…" Cassidy muttered besides me, awakening me from the trance of Adam's eyes.
I now noticed the pained expression on his lined face. For a moment saw the scars he carried, before the mask hid him deeper then before and he turned around, managing to disappear with a style I could never accomplish.

Just like that, he disappeared and I could only stare after him, too frozen to do a damn thing.

"Cassidy?" I questioned, not so sure if this was part of the plan.

I saw him frown from the corners of his eyes, scrunching his nose. "I'd hoped he would fall for you like this, but of course, he has to play Mr. Perfect again. He's losing himself, Tommy."

I felt something prick behind my eyes. Have you lost all you are, Adam? Is there even a way for me to bring you back?
The thoughts hurt, but I needed to face them, I needed to face that what I was doing wasn't a happy dive into the glitter.
It was a dive into a bottomless pool of stored-up hurt.

I heard the music change, felt the atmosphere around me get thicker, needier.
Cassidy had to pull me away from the spot where I'd been standing; frozen, just thinking of what I could possibly do. What I would say. How could I tell him he should stop hiding, that he was beautiful just the way he was? That he had friends who would catch him when he fell. That it would hurt, yes, but that he'd be better off not like this?

Strangely enough, Cassidy dragged me to the dance floor. Where Allson stood waiting.

"Plan B." He hissed to her, before he whispered to me; "Now, act normal. Don't be scared."

I could feel him, behind me and I heard the bell indicating free drinks for everyone, but I didn't went to claim one. I just stood there, facing Cassidy, who was looking over my shoulder at what was probably Adam.

I noticed Cheeks behind him, who was nervously biting his bottom lip and saw blood trickle over it, but he was giving me the thumbs up.
That's right, I had to pull it together, Adam couldn't use a nervous mess.
I stood upright, though that wasn't exactly to be called intimidating, and decided that if Adam didn't want to listen, I'd make him listen. I had to get to him, somehow and if plan B, whatever it was didn't work then I'd go…

"Plan B. Act slutty. Or at least don't freak." Cassidy whispered harshly, before he locked his hand behind my neck and pulled me flush against him, crashing his lips against mine, pushing his tongue through the barrier of my lips in a harsh kiss.
My eyes widened in shock. I was too surprised to do anything.

This was plan B? Seriously? Shoving his tongue down my throat?

I felt Cassidy slowly turn so we were clearly visible to the third terrace. He would be able to see all of this. He would have a goddamned private show.
Fuck it, Cassidy! What the hell? Ice surged through my body.

I struggled in the tanned arms that surrounded me, trying to get away from him, but he wouldn't budge and kept my body aligned with his in an unnatural embrace.
He kept his lips securely against mine and I felt him smile when I groaned into his mouth in protest.

Suddenly, he was pulled off me and I felt my whole body being yanked back by a painfully angry force.
A fierce growl sounded from somewhere on my left as paler, freckled and familiar arms surrounded me possessively.

As I looked up, I couldn't help but wince and feel scared for Cassidy when I saw the outraged glare Adam gave him.

Even from up close he was flawless and perfect, but right now, his mask was broken with downright anger and… jealousy?

Oh… Now I got it.

A mixture of joy, fear and empathy for Cassidy filled me; he was still laying half upright on the floor with blood trickling down his face, staring after us as Adam forcefully pulled me away, down a familiar path.

This was it. Cassidy had gotten me in. A newfound respect for him made me strangely aware of what was happening.
I noticed the anger still on Adam's face, but I now clearly saw the jealousy and the pure want on his face as he glanced at me over his shoulder, his fingers wrapped around my wrists harshly enough to leave bruises later on.

I didn't really care.

I also didn't care about the force he used when he slammed me into some wall and my vision blurred, my mind focussed on one single thing; Adam. I couldn't care less about who would see, I couldn't care about what he was about to do to me. It was just me and him and the surging need that coursed through my veins, aligned with the heartbeat I felt through both our shirts.

His breath was hot on my face. It was quick, almost panting as he tried to get his control back.

No!

The thought shot and bounced through my head as I realised I couldn't let that happen, I couldn't let him get back his control. That would only get him back his mask, that mask I so desperately wanted to destroy.

So in a wave of bravery, I pushed myself against him and claimed his lips. He stumbled back, surprised.
I harshly bit his bottom lip and pulled him up what I now recognised as the stairs to his apartment behind club Glam.

He threw open the door, but I had it closed just as quickly, pushing him against it now.
And don't get me wrong, that was hard enough on itself, seeing as he's kind of huge, but then he started struggling.
I removed my lips from his and just stared at him for a second, his face was almost funny. He didn't understand what I was doing.
So I showed him.

I grabbed the hem of my shirt and peeled it off me in one motion, before I stepped back to him and forced my hands underneath his, my lips back on his, suckling on his tongue.
I let out a moan, making it roll over into his and I felt him finally push back at me, fighting for dominance.
I stumbled back, only vaguely remembering where his queen-sized bed was, but he steered me.
I pulled his shirt over his head and then attached my lips to his neck, biting in victory when he groaned and rolled his hips into mine without anything of control.

Shoes long forgotten, the back of my knees hit the bed and I felt him throw me back so I hit it rather harshly, but equally as harsh, I pulled him down on top of me, moving my thigh between his legs.

Now, I earned myself a downright moan, but I would pay.
His tongue lapped at the roof of my mouth and his fingers played with my nipple, for a second I cursed the piercing, making pleasure shoot through me. He amazed me, he dazed me.
But I couldn't give him control.
I turned us around so I was straddling his hips, my right hand on his chest, while the other tried to undo his belt as he removed his jewellery, carelessly throwing it aside.
He tried to roll us over, but this time (and I repeat; I might be small… etc.) I had my knees firmly planted on either side of me and I smirked when he arched at the friction of denim.
I finally opened his belt and tugged it down his hips, taking his underwear with it as I went.
I was right, he was most definitely huge.
He sat up; taking me by surprise when I'd observed them and slammed his mouth against mine. "I can't, it's wrong…" He muttered, but he kept on kissing me, his left hand sliding into my hair as he started tugging on my pants.
Lifting my hips off his lap, he slid them off and carelessly threw them away like we had all the other articles of clothes.
His mouth was now attached to my collarbone, nipping and occasionally biting at my shoulder, echoing my moan when I moved us together, circling as I pushed his shoulders back on the bed, snapping my lower body down onto his. He growled and tugged on my hair.

My nails scratched the skin of his arms and shoulders. We battled for dominance in the steamy kiss we exchanged. It was hot and needy and we were both fighting for the control.
I couldn't, wouldn't let him get it. It was my turn to show him he could trust me, without hurting him more. I would do everything in my power to stop that from happening.

His fingers were at my lips out of an instinct and I complied by sucking them into my mouth. His eyes were dark, blue and broken as he watched me and felt me lick them. Covering them with salvia.

"Nnggh. Adam." I grunted, moving my cock against his, indicating what I wanted and he immediately reached to his nightstand.

I grasped for the lube I knew was there and snatched a condom with it. It was like my mind had shut down, until all there was left was this beautiful man seated on top of me.
There was something wrong with that picture and it scared the shit out of me, but something stopped me from stopping him.

It wasn't right, him taking control. It wasn't good.
But how could something that felt so good not be exactly that?

Once more, he rubbed our lengths together and I couldn't stop a moan. How many times had I let go this evening, more then once and I suspected more were to come.

How did that boy do it, how did he made me feel this way?

The possessiveness that had taken over me when I saw Cassidy, the fucking traitor, kiss my Glitterbaby had been frightening, but this was downright terrifying.

That didn't stop me from accepting his tongue into my mouth as he licked my mouth open.
The last time someone did that…

–wince—

He felt the wince, try as I might to hide it and his hands suddenly reached for my face, cupping my cheeks as he completely lay down on me, our bodies two pieces of a puzzle.

The kiss that followed was almost tender as he reached for the lube and ripped the condom packet.
It'd never been so scared; I'd never been so hard.

He rolled it over my painfully throbbing erection, making me squirm with his touch.
Wasn't I the one that was supposed to do that to him?
But then he moved my fingers to the bottle, squeezing the clear liquid on my fingers.

"Go on; take control if you want it so bad." He told me, something indefinable in his voice.

I growled, feeling the possessiveness surge through me again, the passion on my lips as I bruised the sinful mouth of the elf on top of me.
My hands moved down his spine, until it reached the crack of his ass. Kneading his cheek with one hand, I harshly pushed in a finger, feeling his muscles react to the intrusion as he hissed and bit my lower lip painfully.
I moved my fingers in and out of him, pushing a second in quickly after the first. The heat was already unbearable as he sloppily, dirtily kissed me, his body still moving above me. Twisting with pleasure.

My third finger went in to the knuckle and I smirked at his expression of ecstasy. This was how it should be.

He surprised me again as he suddenly detached himself from me and sat up straight, straddling me still.
His pale skin shone in the moonlight, as well as it made his eyes sparkle more then ever as he grinned down to me.

He lifted himself on his calves and then, without warning, sank down on my leaking dick.
I almost cried out at the tight heat that surrounded me. Sheer fire burning through my entire body, pooling in my groin as he moved.
Tommy was fucking riding me.

His eyes narrowed, but in pleasure as he watched me and lifted himself again, lowering himself with precision. Hitting his prostate head on with my cock, I could see it. I could smell his arousal. My hips bucked up to meet his in a perfect thrust.
Good lord, he was beautiful. Moving atop of me, slamming down and making me hiss and groan over and over along with his moans and mewls. He was so goddamned beautiful, sweat covering his skin, making him glitter as his blonde hair, still wild from my treatment fell over his face.

His eyes were a dark deep brown now and closed in on me as he bend over. Supporting himself with one hand, the other on my cheek as he briefly kissed me, it wasn't more then a ghost of lips as he kept moving.

I cried out when he moved down on me again. It was mind-blowing what he did to me and I didn't understand. He was beautiful, why did I deserve him? How could he possibly…

He answered, whispering in my ear when his body did the most dirty, sexy things.

"I can't promise I won't hurt you."

He surprised me beyond reason, but I could only loudly whisper his name.

"But I like you. I fucking care," He moaned himself. "Adam!"

It was all too much. The creature on me, his movements, the way this wasn't supposed to happen, it being forbidden making it all the better.
Then he whispered more.

"But I'll try my goddamn best not to ever hurt you, Babyboy; I'll be your aftermath."

We screamed at the same moment, right after his words when both our orgasms hit with force.
I spilled deep inside of him as he clamped down, making me shout with his name on my lips, arching my back and moving up to meet him in those final trusts.
I saw the hurt in his eyes, I saw the exhaustion, but mostly, I saw his honesty. The truth;
He cared for me.

And as he collapsed, his limbs spread out like a ragdoll on top of me, I couldn't do anything but pull him into my arms. Slowly pulling out and disposing of the condom without releasing him.
I'd deal with that in the morning. I'd deal with everything in the morning.

"I'll be your aftermath."

He knew. I was sure. But it didn't matter. All that mattered now was the boy in my arms, his head snug in the hollow of my throat.
Darkness took me and for once, it was soothing. Healing.

I feel like Adam writes his songs for this story.
More hurt is to come. –skips off evilly-
~Dawn