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The next day was hell. Gerard's words kept echoing in my brain. My fiancé had cheated on me with a man. Shit, as if that wasn't hard enough to accept, he had cheated on me with Gerard Way. How the hell did he know him? Where had they met? Was that even the truth? Part of me didn't want to believe it but the small voice in the back of my brain kept telling me that I had know all along.
The day dragged on forever. By the time I got back to Alicia and Mikey's place it was almost 8:00 pm. Work had piled up on my desk that had to be dealt with before I could leave. Once again I promised myself to look for my own place. It was nice of Alicia and Mikey to take me in but I needed my own space. Alicia, being the friend I had known since grade school, kept telling me to stay as long as I wanted. I knew it was time to get out and on my own. As I walked up to the door I could hear the music blaring from inside. I didn't feel like facing a party. I felt like facing Gerard alone. I needed answers.
My eyes scanned the crowd for him as soon as I walked in. He was sitting on the sofa, his arm around his fiancée, laughing with several people. He glanced in my direction briefly then went right back to laughing with the group around him. I talked to Alicia then went to my room. There was no way in hell I was going to sit and watch him with his fiancée.
Almost 45 minutes later someone knocked on my door. Opening it I saw a man I had never seen before. "Gerard asked me to give this to you." He pushed an envelope into my before turning and walking back downstairs.
I turned the envelope over in my hands and could feel there was something inside it other than a note. I tore the envelope open. There was a sheet of paper and a key.
You missed "Sin City". Meet me there.
2234 Olive Road
2:30.

I turned the key over in my hands. The number 124 was imprinted on it. It was a motel key. I threw the note and the key down. Damn him. What the fuck kind of a game was he playing?
Of course, at 1:30 I left. The address was in an older area of the city. Not the best place to be at this time of the morning. Laughter escaped my lips when I reached my destination. There in neon was the sign THE VEGAS motel. Shit, it tied into the movie.
I parked in front of room 124. Sitting in the car I once more asked myself what I was doing here. I was being used, but fuck it, I wanted it. I also wanted information.
I got out and walked to the dingy door. THE VEGAS had seen better days. I was sure most of the clientele rented rooms by the hour. The door squeaked as it opened. The darkness inside somehow frightened me. My hand moved along the wall feeling for the light switch.
"Don't turn on the light" the voice pierced the darkness.
I jumped; "Shit you scared me" Gerard's voice was easily recognizable.
"Close the door and take a few steps foreword."
I decided to play it his way until I could get my bearings. I did as he said and waited.
"You're here so you made your decision. You want answers, I don't want to give them."
"You have to." I said rudely.
"You can turn and leave," he said without emotion.
For a moment I considered it. His arrogance was getting on my last nerve. He waited a few moments then spoke. "You can ask two questions and only two."
Shit, I racked my brain tying to decide which two questions out of the hundreds I had should win the lottery.
"I'm waiting" he said sounding bored.
"How did you meet Alan?" I still was having trouble accepting that my fiancé had had a relationship with a man.
"We met through a mutual friend. The was one."
"Did you know who I was when we met?" Shit, there was so many questions I need answered.
"Yes" he said. He remained silent.
"Fuck, that's not fair. A one word answer isn't fair."
I could hear him moving in the darkness. Suddenly the drapes were pulled open slightly. The neon glow of the VEGAS sign gave the room a ghostly glow. I could make out his shape moving towards me. His hands landed on my shoulders and he spun me around. His pulled me tightly back against his chest. I could feel his breath on my neck, his erection pressing against my bottom. "No more talking." His tone made it clear he meant his words.
He reached up and moved my long hair off my right shoulder baring my neck. His lips felt warm on the delicate skin. This was straight out of a fucking vampire movie I thought. It really seemed like a vampire fantasy when his teeth bit into my neck while his other hand pulled the fabric of my skirt up so that it could snake under and caress my bare buttock. The fact that I hadn't worn anything under the skirt seemed to please him. "You came prepared." He said softly. In the dark I nodded, I knew not to speak.
His fingers moved around to the soft curls, which were hiding the warm, damp, place his finger sought. When he began to run his fingers up and down my hot, warm slit I moaned. His teeth bit down on my neck painfully. "I don't want to hear a fucking sound." He whispered into my ear.
I was sure my neck was bleeding; I could feel a warm liquid running down from the spot he had bitten. I tried to move away but his arms held me tight. His fingers were still caressing me and I hated that I was wetter than before. His other arm held me tightly to his chest. He inserted a finger inside me as his tongue darted out to lick the blood from my neck. The combined feelings were intoxicating. In and out his fingers continued as his tongue ran up and down my neck.
Suddenly he released me and I slightly stumbled as he pushed me away. I stood in the dark trying to see his face that was inches from mine. His movements were almost cat-like. He shoved me back against the wall. His body pressed into mine. I felt his hands move down and I heard the soft hiss of his zipper being lowered. My skirt was pulled up in one quick move. "Put you legs around me". His hands had moved to my butt and he was lifting me." I didn't move fast enough to suit him. "Put your fucking legs around me," he repeated roughly. Gone was the bored tone.
I got my legs wrapped around his waist just as he pushed himself deep inside me. I had never had sex standing and it excited me. He lifted me up and down on his rock hard cock, faster and faster. I knew to keep my mouth shut. I felt as if I would die if I angered him and he stopped. I came quickly. It was intense, more intense than last night.
He continued to pump faster and faster. "Speak," he commanded.
"Cum for me" I whispered. The sound of my voice and the words did the trick. I could feel him cum inside me. He lowered me and I put my feet on the ground. His juices were running down my legs. I leaned against the wall trying to catch my breath. My legs were wobbly.
I could see him reach down and I assumed he was going for his jeans. Instead he knelt in front of me and began to lick my inner thighs. He was tasting himself and me. I held my breath on the verge of coming again. As if he could sense this his tongue moved up and began to push it's way inside me. When I came a second later he licked up even more.
He stood I felt like falling. The intensity of what we'd done made me weak.
He pulled up his jeans and returned to the shadows. "Remember what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." His voice had taken on the bored tone again.
I pushed away from the wall and stood, slightly shaking. "Why would I tell anyone?"
"Many reasons" he answered. I waited but he remained silent. I turned to open the door. As I stepped into the early morning his words called out. "Princess Bride."
I turned back wishing I could see his face. There were so many questions and he had the answers. He also had more than answers; he had what I needed physically. I had felt dead since Alan and I had broken apart. Now I felt alive. How ironic that the man who caused the break-up and had caused me to feel dead was the man who was now making me feel so fucking alive. I never uttered a word as I made my way back to my car.