Make Me

It was strange how with each day passing, I found it harder to work in the café. I struggled to keep my mouth shut and keep my comments to myself when people complained about seriously stupid stuff, and it was probably because my life became harder as well, with a huge irritation named Jude, messing up my mood either way.

As I washed a few cups, I tried to ignore Suzanne's sweet and delightful voice, explaining in detail how great and hot Jude really is. I found my stomach clench with hatred every time I heard her say his name, and I couldn't find a reasonable explanation for it. Suzanna was really the most trustworthy, most ride-or-die friend I was lucky enough to have and I didn't know why I have such distaste for her happiness. They have recently been on their... 3rd date or so? And with each time I grew more and more annoyed when I hear about it, especially because Jude never really mentions it to me.

"Veronica is quite busy nowadays, isn't she?" Suzy's huge eyes glanced back to mines, and I offered her a tired smile.

"Yeah, she's working on her art projects... I should be as well, to be honest, but... My partner is Jude and I'm just not very comfortable" I chuckled "He will make me look like a fool in his pictures, I'm quite sure." She joined me in laughing, and with that, she went on her way to deliver a few ice-coffees.

Truth be told, Veronica wasn't busy I just made everything purposely so we wouldn't be able to meet up. I honestly liked her, and that's the reason I knew things had to be over between us, at least romantically. I cheated on her, and I didn't even know with whom... Not to mention that Jude planned on having my first strike soon. He told me, that we would start with my middle school bully, whom I don't know how he knew about, but I agreed, that guy deserves all that he gets. Or at least in theory... I was a little chickening out of the whole murder thing.

The sun has already set when I started to make my way back to our flat, growing more irritated with each step. I was tired, angry, confused and immensely guilty about my non-existent feelings towards my own girlfriend. Not non-existent, but... too little too late. I can't find myself being drawn to her, though I like talking to her, so I'm not sure. Maybe I'm just not as sexually active as most guys my age.

"Welcome home" with the well-known voice, came an equally pleasant scent, and I threw my shoes off to check what's going on in the kitchen.

"You can cook?" I stared at Jude, who was busying himself in the kitchen right at this moment, two dishes already served. Some delicious-smelling soup and steak for the main course. Where the hell did he get these from? I can't afford things like that, so surely not from our fridge.

"I've existed for long years, so yes, I can cook... You look exceptionally tired... what's troubling you, Seth?" I got suspicious since he seemed to be so kind tonight. Why would he care, though? Probably just to laugh at my misery, and brush it under my nose that he told me that what I want won't be fulfilled with Veronica. Is this what he wants to hear? But what does fulfil my desires then? I guess I have to find the person I hooked up with, but then again, how? "Suzanne is very invested in you... emotionally. She talks about you all day...You are going to break her heart" I reminded him sternly, getting my jacket off and I hung it up, searching for his eyes. He sat down at the table, not showing much emotion on his face.

"How do you know, I'm not invested in her?" the question struck me more than it should've, and I felt my stomach curl up, for some unknown reason. I sat down as well, concentrating on the beautiful meal. "Well, are you?"

"Eat your meal" his eyes sat on me, letting my expression sink in and he seemed to enjoy it, more than someone looking at me should. Probably just bathing in my miserable state, but I just about had enough of his asshole attitude. "Answer me you damned demon" I growled, growing irritated with his stupid games, and instead of tasting the soup, I glared at him, standing from my place, my palms firmly on the tabletop.

"Tell me why you care, and I'll tell you what you want to know" I didn't know what he was playing at, so I turned my gaze away from him, slowly sitting back into my place. Why do I care? Because it feels wrong. I feel obligated to owning Jude. He is mine; he has my soul in his hand, we are tied together. I don't want to share; I paid a very high price...

"Forget it. Do whatever you want" I sighed, beginning to eat my dinner. My pride choked my words back to my throat, and I was sure they could never come out again.

The soup was marvellous, but I didn't tell him, I just gulped it down very fast and then went the steak with it. I've never eaten such a thing in my life but hell, did I love it.

"Want some wine? I bought a few bottles" I accepted his offer with a tight nod since alcohol seemed to be the only thing that could benefit me right now. I watched him pour out the dark red liquid, and somehow, I associated it with blood, yet my stomach didn't really turn. Jude was a such a sight, doing literally anything, and I don't mean his looks here, in particular, just his movements, and his dark aura wrapped up in the most elegant but beastlike presence I had ever witnessed. As he turned to me, his chin making a small gesture towards the couch, and I sat down there. I guess he likes it here, he always prefers the sofa of all places.

"Don't worry your mind so much, Seth... You are not alone anymore, you know that" he offered me the glass and I accepted it cautiously, scanning his eyes for the catch or the twist behind his sweet words.

"Can you even get drunk?" I changed the subject, feeling like his tenderness was just a trap. We clinked our glasses together before taking a slow sip. It was quite a good wine I could tell, and I didn't know what from he bought all these fancy things, but then again, it made me feel like a prince of some sort. What a silly thought.

"I can, though much harder than you can... light-weight" he grinned, and I just rolled my eyes, pouring the wine into my mouth in a very bad-mannered rush, though Jude didn't seem to mind, he drank slowly, sip by sip.

"Does our first target trouble you? It's hard for me to believe that you are so irritated because of Suzy and I... You worry about the murder part, don't you?" he asked seriously, and I just shrugged, a little taken aback by his interest in my personal feelings. Jude always seemed to joke around, but also knows me so well somehow, he always touched on the most sensitive topics.

"I have set my mind to it... I just haven't done anything like that. I wonder if I'm doing the right thing... with you and all" he smiled a little at my words, somehow endearingly, as if my words somehow painted me as adorable in his eyes.

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"I'm a demon. I'm never the right thing..." he chuckled deeply "But sometimes, as here, I'm a necessary evil."

His hand reached out to me, without so much as a warning, and I felt his thumb brushing over my bottom lip, probably because I drank too messily... His touch left a tingling sensation on my skin, numbing my lip for a second before I could move on from the spell he seemed to cast on me.

"Sometimes I forget how young you are... since you act so tough and experienced." his confession came off in a smoky tone, sending familiar shivers down my spine.

"Sometimes I forget how touchy you can be..." I retorted like an angry child, but I didn't pull away from his hand. It was warm and soft, and now that I got his attention again, I wanted to keep it that way. He tilted his head to the side with a small smirk.

"More wine?" he offered innocently, and I just nodded, giving my glass to him, oblivious to how clear it was that he wanted to get me wasted, and even if I knew in the back of my mind, I also wanted to be wasted so it's a win-win. A few glasses later I was already deep in explaining to him, how much of a jerk he really is, gesturing around with my hand and my glass.

"Jude-this, Jude-that, bla-bla-bla. I hear that all day! I really liked Suzy before she became a fangirl over you... If she would know... what a jerk you are, you know? She wouldn't be into you if she knew..." I hiccupped, then went on without a bother "That you are...bad, and evil..." I gestured towards him with my glass, and I only noticed when it was too late that the oversized movement caused the wine to land on... on him. The lower part of his face was covered in red wine, but most of it went to his chest, slowly pouring down over his upper body.

"I'm so sorry" I blurred out, but his cut-throat eyes didn't seem like he wanted to just have a laugh about it and go on. "Clean it up." he ordered deeply, and I raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"What do you..." before I could've finished the sentence, I felt a hand grabbing onto my hair and he pushed my face impossible close to his exposed neck, where the fabric of his shirt began. "Clean it... up" a special edge in his voice, somehow made my body act on its own, as if there was no way I could disobey him. It wasn't fear, but something strong and magnetic for sure.

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A sweet, fresh and masculine scent lingered around him, best to be described as the perfect perfume, that could never be made by humans. My mouth ran dry, and I swallowed, sniffing him silently, so he wouldn't notice.

Not knowing exactly what to do, I slowly opened my mouth and ran my tongue through his neck, tasting his skin and the wine simulations. I felt like it gets me more drunk, that the liquid did alone, feeling his breath getting a little shaky under my touch, was intoxicating.

My fingers found his shirt, and I started to unbutton them, to see how much of the wine got through the fabric. When I undid his shirt completely, I glanced up into those dark eyes, filled with a strange kind of hunger that we seemed to share now. He was my wrong, that felt too right to avoid.

"Go on little one..." he encouraged me, his voice a little throaty, and on command I lowered my head, even more, running my mouth and tongue though his wine-soaked chest... I could probably use him as a muscle map in biology class if I wanted to, but what was even sexier than that, was the noises that he made whenever I got to a little more sensitive part, his fingers strongly holding my head down.

When I got to his lower body, I slowly raised my head and instead of continuing there, I ran my tongue through his jawline, then his chin, and finally his bottom lip.

"I don't want you to date Suzy." I whispered the words I spoke foreign to me, but they came from my mouth, so they had to be mine.

"Well, it's a good way to drive you mad..." he answered with a smirk, his voice deepened with lust, but his eyes sparkling the same way they always do.

"I wonder what would do the same to you..." I taunted, running my hand down his already quite hard crotch, pressing myself closer to him while not breaking eye contact. His smile grew, pulling me onto his lap, I let him kiss me, opening my mouth eagerly to feel him more. The itch I could finally reach, I wanted nothing more than him to invade my personal space to the maximum.

Our tongues danced around each other, fighting for dominance, but I lost to him early, and his smirk only made sure I knew that.

"You can't do this forever... getting drunk and seducing me... you'll have to face what you want eventually" he whispered, but I could hardly care about my drunken state right now. My yearning was too strong to deny, and he didn't seem to decline my offer either.

"Maybe I can..." I moved my hips a little bit, brushing up against his hard-on, and he growled deeply, at my teasing.

"Will be hard to deny, what happened if you can't even sit properly the next day" he pulled me into a violent kiss, his teeth biting down on my bottom lip. I could taste my blood and somehow not bothered by the pain, perhaps just more aroused by his forceful embrace. I only froze at the sound of the front door opening suddenly, and a familiar, female voice cutting into my lustful thoughts.

"Se...Seth... What the hell?!" I had the audacity to care so little about the situation, that I glanced over at the door as if I had all the time in the world, not even letting go of Jude's shirt, but as soon as I met the fully red-faced, astonished Veronica, I sobered up in an instant...