A TASTE OF BAD( MXM)

5. d**k 'N' Stuff

CHAPTER FIVE

I grabbed a coat and my bike keys, trying to track the last place his phone was switched off and to my utter surprise, it was a pub. That was certainly not good. I was aware of my wolf trembling with fear inside me, afraid that something could have possibly happened to our mate.

“Its going to be okay, Bud,” Bud. Typical name to call my wolf s***h fairy, right?

Beck had no idea half of how dangerous this world really was and who could blame him? He was human and now because of his association with me, he was a vulnerable piece of the game. I was the only one who knew about him being my mate- scratch that- I’d known since I turned seventeen, the summer we went to Hawaii with my parents. The revelation had been overwhelming and despite my earlier attraction to him, I’d known if I let him in on this world and the truth of him being my mate, it could ruin our friendship. That’s when I’d turned into this playboy, putting up a façade, determined to burry the other part of me for good and hoping no one would notice me daydreaming of something I could never have.

I could barely feel the ice-cold wind biting on the exposed parts of my skin as I raced through the familiar streets on the Harley I got myself for my eighteenth birthday. As much as this college was supposed to be a safe haven for me, I couldn’t help but doubt that. I could scent the vampire’s death smell all around me, the werewolves hiding in plain sight, the witches trying not to get caught doing magic and of course, the fairies very much capable of harnessing the power of their element. I was always the one who never exactly fit in because I was the hybrid of very two opposite super creatures. While werewolves were considered ferocious and ready to kill, the fairies were quite opposite with their gentle nature and good will spirit. As far as I knew, I was the only hybrid of a werewolf and fairy known to exist and it was not as special as it sounded. More counts than I cared to count, I had lost control of my fire fairy magic and I could barely control my wolf, let alone get through my combat training. It was safe to say, I was the weakest hybrid to ever come into existence and up till now, I thought I had one thing right and that was protecting Beck from me and my dangerous world but clearly, I was dead wrong.

I pulled to a stop at a pub, rushing in and narrowly missing being plummeted to the ground by a couple of drunk students exiting. After a couple of shoves, I made it to the bar counter, my coat intact somehow.

“Hey Jared,” I called, capturing the bartender’s attention. We were both in the same class, taking English literature and despite not being the best in class, the guy was best cocktail mixer I’d ever known.

“Hey, man. I saw your friend here a few minutes ago and he was like super wasted. I have to admit, I never thought he had the balls to get that drunk,” he shook his head in amusement.

“A f-few minutes ago?” I questioned, already feeling my heartbeat quickening with dread. f**k! What if that vampire Ken had taken him? I had no idea who else in this forsaken college was working for those monstrous beings, now that it was clear they had spies here. They were called the council of the thirteen Angels of darkness, spearheaded by the notorious hybrid they called The King. Being the only direct descendant of the original hybrid of a werewolf and Vampire still in existence, he was the most feared and ruthless being on earth. I had never seen him and admittedly enough, no one seemed to know what exactly he looked like. All I’ve heard my entire life were stories of the horrors he left on his trail. For some reason I seemed to pose a threat to him despite being the weakest hybrid in existence and now that he’d found me, I knew he was not going to stop till he’d wiped off my entire existence.

“Yeah, he left with some dude. I’ve never seen him around though but I heard Beck saying something about a new gay bar in town. They might be there,” He shrugged. He left with some guy? s**t! I quickly pulled out my phone, went through my gallery, clicking on a picture of Ken from high school before showing it him.

“Did he happen to look like this?” I questioned, my heart ramming hard against my chest. If that bastard had taken Beck, I was going to kill him and not give a single f**k if I lose control.

“Not even close. He was a bit more on the bad boy side. He was like…how do I put it? Hmm… Kind of Mr-steal-your-girl vibe like you but more…darkish vibes; if that makes any sense. He had to be about six feet tall. I’m sorry but that’s all I got, dude. To be honest, I think he might be new town,” He said. New in town? Suddenly acquainting himself with Beck? Taking advantage of him being drunk? Double s**t. I’d never been more scared of losing Beck than I did right now.

“Thank you, Jared. See you in class on Monday,” I pushed my phone back in my pocket, rushing out and basically pushing everyone out of the way.

I’d heard about d**k ‘N’ Stuff, the new hot gay bar in town supposed to be top tier and apparently you gotta have lots of money to be there. It was exclusive, had every kink you’d ever dreamed of and the kind of fun that only exists in fantasy world. Of course, I’d be dumb to believe any of that s**t. Business would always remain business at the end of the day and the people involved would do anything to sell.

The outside pretty much looked like some downtown club but after I was scanned and let in, I almost doubled back in shock. Everything was stellar down to the drinks and proudly gay men gyrating to the loud hip-hop music in the background while some were getting pretty…dirty right on the dance floor.  f**k! When was I going to be like any of them?

“Oh…looks like we’ve gotten ourself a winner tonight,” The DJ suddenly said, shouted above the music right as some shirtless guy who seemed to have been in a fight or something, appeared on a double door above the dais. What the hell was going on in here?

“And as you all know, the winner always is given a magic Mike moment with any hot man in here who is in the mood for some d**k tonight. If he likes you, then you get to have some fun tonight. So lets see who gets to be lucky tonight,” It was followed by a deafening cheer from the crowd.

“What exactly is going on in here?” I questioned, the man standing next to me.

“First time here, huh? Well, every first Friday of the month, the club throws an underground fight here and then the winner gets to have the chance to pick the guy he finds most attractive on everyone who has gotten a chance to go all Magic Mike on him. Its so much fun and well,” he paused, this time his gaze turning suggestive,” let’s forget that dance and talk about what this mouth can do,”

“Sorry dude but I’m not…into guys,” Liar.

“Then what are you doing here? Are you a cop?” He narrowed his eyes, his question earning me a few stares from the people around us.

“What? Of course not. I’m just here looking for-“

“Niran?”

I quickly turned around to the staggering Beck, holding a half -full cocktail,” Beck. Thank God I found you because you have no idea how worried I was when-“

“What are you doing here Niran? Haven’t you f****d up my life enough already?” He could barely stand up straight without staggering. f**k! Never in my life since I’d known Beck, had I ever seen him this drunk. He was always the barely tipsy one every time we went out partying it.

“Look, I’m sorry about everything and as much as I want us to talk right now, we need to-“

“I think I’m going to be sick,” he mumbled, his face scrunching up. Well, s**t.