Chapter Twenty

Robbie

Neither Abi nor Theo treated me any differently after I had Commanded them a week before. I guessed I had hoped they would? Shown some sort of hatred or fear for the mutant that I was. I had been free of Mother for almost a year and had reflected on my childhood a lot in that time. Being Commanded was analogous to some sort of defilement. Theo and I had talked about it a little the night it happened, but he had shrugged it off, saying he was glad he’d had the opportunity to experience it. I wasn’t sure I believed him.

Nothing had changed though. We ended up enjoying the week, and Abi hadn’t stopped talking about Pride. So much so that we went into the city the Friday before in order to enjoy some of the festivities that went on. And there were many. Theo being one of the premier DJs of the city meant he got invited to a lot of parties and he pretty much got a free pass to any nightclub we went to. He admitted to me months before that he wasn’t much of a partygoer and in the past really just went to hook up. Now that I was on his arm, he didn’t see any need to go. I didn’t mind one way or another. Abi was another story. She begged us to go out because, as she put it, soon she’d be “old, married, fat, and a medical student.” I didn’t challenge her on the fat part, which I’m fairly certain wasn’t possible with our physiologies. But I did understand college and how time-consuming it could be.

It seemed like all of the bars that night were gay friendly. With each bar hop we were slightly more inebriated so that by the time we reached the owners of Grizzly’s, Bob and Chuck’s huge old Victorian at the edge of the Castro, we were in pretty good moods. I had first met Bob the year before when he had come barreling at me from a parade float and fireman-carried me back to where Theo was deejaying in the procession. He was an enormous man with a full pelt across both shoulders, back, and chest. His much smaller, feminine husband wore an elaborate blue kimono and waved a matching silk fan in front of his face as he greeted us at the door.

“Darlings!” he called out. “You grace us with your presence! Ohhh, and who is this gorgeous creature?” He clutched Abi’s hand, bowing to kiss it, which summoned a tinkling of drunken giggles from her.

“This is Abi, Chuck. Robbie’s cousin. She’s been crashing at our house for a month avoiding her fiancé,” Theo teased.

Abi nodded agreement. “I’ma gonna be so married sooooooon.”

“Come, do tell Charleen allll about it,” Chuck crooned, tossing an annoyed snort over his shoulder at Theo when he announced his more feminine name. He hooked arms with Abi and ushered her off into the din, asking about the details of her upcoming wedding.

Theo linked fingers with me and led me through the house to the huge gourmet kitchen where he found a bulky, shirtless guy with big bushy beard and intricate rose tattoos up his arms holding an opened bottle of champagne.

“Mind if we get in on that action?” Theo asked, jerking his chin the way of the bottle.

“No worries at all! This is my husband, Jory. I’m Rod.” He poured four flutes’ worth, and the smaller man in a black T-shirt that had Helloween with a grim reaper holding a crystal ball on it offered a shy smile to both of us before taking one of the glasses, raising it in silent salute, and then sipping.

“Thanks!” Theo said, handing a flute to me. “This is Robbie. I’m Theo.” He stuck out a hand and they shook.

“Hey! Have you ever deejayed?” Rod asked.

Theo snorted, and his smirk and single nod answered in the affirmative.

“Great sets.” Rod clapped him on the back. “If you guys ever have the need for ink, swing by All Ways Studio.”

They made small talk as Jory and I finished off our flutes and almost simultaneously reached for the two full ones that our partners were ignoring. We exchanged knowing smiles, both of us glancing at our large partners with adoration as they talked each other up.

Soon others were filing into the kitchen searching out the champagne, and Theo said his goodbyes and steered me away. “You are so hot.” His breath ghosted over my ear, summoning goose bumps up my entire right side.

Sipping the champagne, I glanced up to meet his fiery gaze, a look that had me wanting to be on my knees without caring who was around to see. “Come,” he ordered, and I thought for a moment in my drunken mind that he had meant something else before I realized he was pulling me through the house and up a back stair.

The house was packed, and we were jostled back and forth as we headed up the stairs. The whole house seemed to be roaring with noise of music and talking, and my senses were overloaded. Perfume, body odor, and sex permeated my nose, and I caught myself just before partially shifting to taste the air and see what that would be like. As we ducked into one of the rooms upstairs, I was overcome with the heady odor of men engaging in a variety of acts and realized where the more concentrated sex smell was originating. No one seemed to care when Theo pushed me against the wall and graced my mouth with his tongue.

His hands cupped my rear, and I wondered if he was going to bend me over right there with the group of men engaged in one another on the bed. He pulled away from the kiss, which left me breathless. “When I grab your hair, I want you to bite me.”

The world tilted and I was on my knees servicing the love of my life before I could fully catch up with how I had gotten down there. Theo pumped roughly and suddenly forced himself deep in my throat as he tangled his fingers in my hair, holding me in place. I hadn’t realized that he had meant bite him there but had very little choice as he was shooting his load down my throat. Sinking my fangs into the base of his shaft summoned a loud moan from him. The mixture of his flavors was too much, and I wrangled myself from my pants so that I did not come in them, rather jerking a few times to leave the evidence on the floor between us.

Gingerly retracting my fangs, I lapped any stray fluids from Theo’s shrinking member before standing. I loved it when he was reduced to monosyllables, and his blood was already having a stimulating effect on me.

We spent the rest of the night dancing with the throngs in various parts of the house and making out randomly. I vaguely recall running into Abi a few times. She wasn’t the only girl at the party, but being one of the few won her a place of honor with the drag queens, who insisted at some point in making her over so that her hair was piled high in a gravity-defying bouffant. She was also wearing weirdly long fake nails and glittered eyelashes. At some point they dressed her in a golden corset with matching garters, hose, and heels that would make any Rocky Horror fan cheer. Theo said he got some blackmail footage, but I’m pretty sure many people also got video as she insisted on walking back to the hotel like that and drunkenly curtsying every time she got a catcall. Theo called it, “Feeling no pain.”