Roommates 16: Party Hard
#19 of Roommates
...yeah... took me long enough, didn't it? I suppose at the least, it wasn't a year or some kind of uber extreme length to push this crap out. I dunno... I guess what irks me is that this was probably essentially done, but I didn't get around to looking at it because I wanted to keep going. I think I had a similar problem with another story, not too terribly long ago... or something like that.
Anyway, enjoy, you guys.
No kids, mature for language.
Roommates
Chapter 16: Party Hard
Croy-----------------------------
"You're bringing him to a Dail party?"
Well, it sure as hell sounded like a good idea at the time. I mean, honestly? I can handle Dail. He's just a creepy ass otter that just... likes sex. A lot. Which is fine. I mean... so what if he throws parties just to get a whole lot of people drunk, I guess. That's him. Still, right up until I had told Icarus of my intentions, it sounded like a pretty good idea.
Sighing into my phone, I turned and leaned on the table. "Yes," I said. It was Thursday. There were no classes Friday, in order to give people an extra day to prepare for mid-terms, which were starting this coming Monday. Some used the time to relax before jumping into weekend cramming... case in point, why Dail's party was scheduled as it was. Still... so what if it's a Dail party? "I can watch myself and Sem at a Dail party, it's no big deal. Besides, he's kinda messed up right now... why not have him drink a little, relax?" Why did I sound like a drug dealer?
"You drink to celebrate," Icarus told me flatly. "So what are you celebrating?"
"End of semester," I returned.
"A ways off. Try again."
"Uh... The fact that Sem's single again?"
"Is he? Do you really believe that?"
"Well..."
"You told me that Kiyara was distraught when she told you you could have him, right? Who's to say that she didn't really mean that, that it was her grief talking?"
"Uh--"
"For all you know, they may have had a big fight, but then have broken it off. Or maybe Sem's just pissed off from whatever drove them apart, and it's at her and she knows it. For all you know, she's just giving him enough rope to hang himself, going to break his heart right after he sleeps with another femme."
"Well, okay--"
"Or a guy, Croy." Well, he sure as hell knows how to put a damper on a guy's spirits. "You have any idea what's going on in between them?"
"Er, uh... not... really, no. Neither of them will talk to me about it. Trust me, I've been tryin' for the last couple days."
"So do not use this as an opportunity to try and fuck Sem."
"What kinda--"
"I know you, Croy. I willin' to bet money that the thought has crossed your mind. Get him drunk, get
yourself buzzed, cuddle up and let drunken nature take it's course, right?"
I'm not going to admit it out loud that he was right. At least, not right now. Silence ain't always so golden, though. "If you do that," he went on, "you could screw up his relationship with Kiyara. Do you really want that on your head?"
"Well so what?" I said, turning and walking into the open door of my room. "It's not like they ain't on the rocks already!"
"Croy! I-- mm..." He sighed. I don't know why I was being so stupid over this... but I just was. It's Sem, okay? He's been torturing me for the last... too damn long. I needed some fucking closure and if getting him drunk is gonna do it, then I'm gonna do it. Dammit. This isn't me...
"You must be really hung up on him," Icarus said after a bit. "Normally, you aren't this hard-headed."
I sighed, running a paw through my headfur. "Yeah, I am," I conceded.
"Mm. Well... then my advice is this: Try not to do anything colossally stupid, alright? There's gonna be alcohol, so I know nothing can be promised, but try."
"Yeah... alright."
"I'm serious, dude. I'm so, so serious. Please do this for me."
It wasn't like Leo to plead. Combine that with the anxiety over what I had planned (that he made me face)... I folded. I told him I wouldn't, and then we hung up. Sighing, I sat back down on my bed in my room, staring at the ceiling. I hoped... I hoped I wouldn't. You know... do anything stupid. Regardless, the party started in an hour.
For the sake of my sanity, I made another phone call.
DailI liked my parties. They were the only ones where the liquor really flowed. Of course, that comes from selling one's body in order to... persuade others to buy copious amounts of booze, then drink it all. Honestly, though, I don't mind doing that. I don't mind it at all. It takes a certain mix of morals and libido to enjoy being fucked over and over again, by many, many different people.
Ever since I've discovered the power of sex, and what some people are willing to do for it, I've been using it to my advantage. I suppose one could say I've been fucking my way through life since I was 13, when I first hit puberty. I don't remember who I lost my virginity to. I suppose I loved... her, was it? I don't remember. Anyway, I suppose I loved them in some fashion... but it didn't last. The part I do remember, though, was that they were 21. And they later went to jail for child molestation. I remember never wanting to see them again... so I told the cops I needed an adult, and why. Every so often, I miss them, whoever they were. I did like them. I suppose that's why I had them sent to jail.
Now, I was looking for something for myself. I was looking for a little something that I hadn't had since I pretty much swore off girls: to top. Every time I thought about it, like maybe me over a cute, built Argentine dogo I met the other day, I get so incredibly fucking randy. It's like my aphrodisiac.
Croy-----------------------------
We mingled and talked, and I gave Sem his first beer. He wrinkled his nose, but drank it, almost tossing the whole thing back. I had mixed feelings about that. Anyway, I gave him another one but told him to drink it slow, and he managed to do that... well... right until we ran into Dail. Or... Dail popped out from somewhere. I dunno, the guy just appeared.
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It took me a moment to find Baxter, and another five minutes of carefully chosen words and whispers to get him to come with me. The badger was a slave to my skills, so I knew he'd do anything I wanted if I gave him some ass... and gave him a select few threats, like outing him as gay. Sure, he dabbled every once in a while in the males, but that was until me. Once I found him, I made him make me his bitch. I got him too take out every sexual frustration he'd ever had in his life out on me. Gods, it was wonderful. I was a mess of cum and a little bit of blood where he'd bitten me. Now that I had him hooked, it was a small matter of getting him alone, pushing him into a seat, and dropping to my knees. He knew what I wanted, and he was more than willing to give it to me.
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I wanted to own him. I wanted to wreck him. I wanted to take him, make him mine, and completely and totally ruin him for anybody else. I wanted him to be my bitch on call, giving me whatever I wanted whenever I wanted it. After briefly torturing Baxter, there was nothing else I was capable of wanting...
I got into a fight with Sem. Fuck if I know what it was about, though.
He was kinda cute, in a musclehead sort of way, and he kept regaling me of tales of debauchery and gay-bashing. I remember thinking that the guy seemed desperate for pussy, but laughed at his stories anyway. I wanted to laugh.. I really wanted to fucking laugh. Preferably with Sem, but hey, even this asshat was hilarious with a few drinks in me.
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"could swear. "Besides, Dail just wants to suck his cock."
Shit. I didn't want this. I wanted us to have a good time. I wanted Sem to be cuddled up on my shoulder or something... not this. I don't know about anybody else, but depression has a way of sobering me. Probably didn't help that it was fueled by self-hatred.
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