Wicked fingers wrapped round my flesh, pulling, fucking with obvious expertise... soft lips roaming my neck and jawline, sending thrills of shivering excitement down my spine... Little gasping sounds of pleasure I didn't realise I was making... oh he was *good*.

//Stop.  This isn't why you came here.//

I squeezed my eyes shut and clutched at Darren's back as his lips feasted on mine, out mouths locked together, so close all the forces on earth couldn't separate us.

//Stop kissing him.  Let go.//

My tongue slipped into his mouth, pushing, tasting, wanting more.  He tasted of salt and sweat, sweetness and temptation.  And desire.

//Leave *now* before it's too late.//

His fingers tightened around my cock, making me swoon, and I knew it was too late.  I'd lost the fight the moment I saw him leaning against the wall, bathed in red light, invitation in every line of him.  There'd been no conscious decision to make.  I was powerless.  So I figured I may as well do it properly.  I might even enjoy myself.

"How much?"  I choked out between heaving breaths.  He met my eyes with a sweet secretive smile, licked his lips and then mine.  My fate was sealed.

"One hundred, but I'm worth it baby."  Light kisses dropped on my mouth, my jaw, the pulse point on my neck... "That's all inclusive."  His hand - which until then had been keeping a steady rhythm at my crotch, a simmering slow burn - began to quicken its pace.  I tried to swallow the moan that bubbled to my lips.  He pressed the length of his body against mine, hand working overtime on my cock, locking my eyes to his.

"Deal?"  His voice a strained caress at my ear.

I didn't have breath to answer.  A groan and a nod seemed to suffice.

A soft smile tainted with calculation.  "A hundred." he confirmed, changing the rhythm of his hand, forcing more strangled sounds of pleasure from my lips.  "That's hands or mouth Daniel, what do you want?"

He was already unbuttoning my shirt, kissing my chest, I struggled to answer, but I was beyond words now.  I just continued to thrust into his hand and let the pressure of my arm on his shoulder subtly tell him.

"Oh yeah, I know you want this." His voice flowed like honey over the bare skin of my chest, his tongue flicking out to tease a nipple.  He kept me there, suffering this exquisite torture, balancing on the brink of ecstasy for seeming eons, mouth travelling far far too slowly downward, down to where I wanted it.  Craved it.

When his mouth reached where his hands were, I almost fainted.  Hot, wet warmth engulfed me, stimulating further my already tortured cock.  I didn't last long then, I was so ready to explode.  His eyes met mine as he sucked me, somehow managing to hold my gaze, even as his head moved faster and more furiously.  When I came all I saw was his face, his eyes, I would swear his soul... He watched me intensely as I lost it, taking it all down, and it was more intimate than any other sexual encounter of my life.

As the pleasure ebbed away I felt the weight of consequence settle firmly on my soul.

I'd used him.

I was no better than the rest of them.