Addie Loses His Shit

He pretended as if he didn't want to have sex with her and wrinkled his nose.

"I'm tired. I don't want sex. Besides, why the hell would you let me have sex with her, anyway?"

He licked his lips.

"I like seeing my mate enjoy himself is that so wrong? Besides, you've been awfully uptight--you could really use a shag."

Addie almost brought up the fact that Royce supposedly owned him for the day, so why not just force him into sex? But then he realized it was retarded to give Royce ideas. So he didn't say that.

"Well, screw you, I just want to sleep and if you're not gonna let me go home I'm gonna sleep in your bed."

Royce snorted.

"Good look--the DJ just got here. No sleeping for a while in this flat. Come on, might as well have some fun--try the punch, it's bloody fucking ace." He bared his fangs cheesily, laughing that booming laugh of his.

"No." He said, being a grump. "I don't want to party with you, it's stupid! I don't even like people."

"But you like me," he said with a smile.

"No, I hate you." He grumbled. "Leave me to sleep. Go kill more people, I know how much you love that, jerk."

"Don't make me keep you up the fun way," he purred.

Addie glared, but finally stood up.

"Fine! Just don't touch me. Ass. Hole."

Royce fondled Addie's left buttock.

"But I can touch the rest, right?"

He jumped, shoving Royce away. "No! Don't touch me! I'll go to your stupid party, just stop touching me!"

"Mmm, put your hand around my waist," he cooed. "I own you, remember? You can be my date."

Seething, he did as he was told.

"If you tell anyone I'm your date, I'll kill them."

Royce's eyes lit up, and he smiled, genuinely flattered.

"I want to tell the whole world," he whispered sweetly in Addie's ear, running his fingers over his chest. "I'd love to see you kill for me, Addie--the thought sets my blood afire."

"I'll set you on fire for real if you keep touching me!" He shouted, little flames popping up on his body to prove his threat.

"Calm down," he insisted. "I own you but you'll be fine as long as you're nice. I really do fancy you, Addie."

"Well, I don't like you. At all. You're a murderer and a terrible person." He said bitterly. "Just get this whole situation over with so I can sleep."

He smiled.

"If I could sell my soul for the love of anyone, it would be you," he said, leading him out the the main room. "Ah, look at all the people enjoying themselves--I suppose I'm an ace host, eh?"

"If you say so." He grumbled. "Why even bother throwing a party, anyway? If you 'own' me, why not make me do other humiliating things?"

"Oh, are you requesting?" he moaned softly, flicking his tongue over Addie's earlobe. "I fancy you really badly, too."

Addie shuddered, shoving him away.

"No, I'm not suggesting anything! I just thought... never mind, I didn't say anything!"

He sighed.

"Why don't you find me sexy anymore? I'd be content if we were only mere shagmates, even..."

"...I never found you 'sexy'. What do you mean 'anymore'." He replied, raising an eyebrow. "You're a man. It's physically impossible for me to find you attractive."

Addie hoped Royce didn't attempt to prove him wrong. Because that would be one awkward boner he couldn't explain, if he did.

He grinned.

"When I was a woman, you loved shagging me and touching my huge knockers. It was fucking ace."

He flushed red Luckily, his complexion pretty much hid that.

"...That doesn't count!" He insisted weakly.