Undertow : Part 5

    "Aren't you interested in where I got my information from?" Redgrave said when Dante let out a sign and sank back into his chair.

    "No."

    "That's how they'll fuck ya -" Redgrave said, stabbing his finger at Dante.  "When you are only aware of what the network gives you."

    Redgrave dug into his pocket and retrieved a crumpled piece of paper that had been folded sloppily.  He unfurled it carefully, watching Dante's non-descript expression as he did so.

    "Ever heard of a place called Club D.O.A.?"

    "No."

    Redgrave cocked his head thoughtfully and rubbed his chin. 

    "Actually, I was rather surprised we've never had a call from that place."

    Redgraved smoothed out the paper as best as he could then slid it to Dante.

    "It's a high end club with very powerful men...and maybe women, as members. Very exclusive."

    Dante looked at an address scribbled in horrid handwriting and in bright red ink.

    "A lot of demons likes to nest there," Redgrave continued.  "The kind that likes to party with the humans.  From what my sources told me - it's something of a black hole for the halflings.  They go in and they never come back out."

    "And?"

    Redgrave scratched his chin thoughtfully.

    "You know - I don't think I could ever figure you out completely.  I'd thought you'd be all over this and run into this place with both guns blazing.  You don't seem to care that this place not only housed a den of demons but they were also killing off halflings."

    "There's nothing to figure out," Dante said and folded the piece of paper in half carefully.  "Just tell me what I need to know."

    "The order to have you done away with came from the club," Redgrave said.  "Or at least, that's where my source told me he got his information from.  Someone in there."

    Dante folded the wrinkled piece of paper and tucked it into the inside pocket of his jacket.

    "You are not going to just walk right in, are you?" Redgrave asked, raising an eyebrow.

    "The only way I know how."

    "I don't think you will get much answers if you are just gonna go in with both barrels blasting.  Dead people...or things don't tend to communicate well after they are dead."

    Redgrave reached back into his pocket and fished out a metal card key.  He tapped it against the table for a few moments and finally slid it across the table to Dante.

    "It's a membership card.  My source bought it from one of the members inside."

    Dante ran his fingers over the smooth surface of the metal's satin finish.  Two snakes wrapped around the club logo in the center.  In the back of the card - two black magnetic strips reader ran through the center.

    "I know you'd go, even if the front door is not wide open for you to walk through," Redgrave said, his voice lowered into an octave above a whisper.  "All I ask of you is to just...not make me regret I gave you the name of this Club and a way in."

    Dante traced the shapes of the snakes etched onto the card, a corner of his mouth curved up in a half smile.

    "I think you would have lived with a greater regret, if you hadn't Tony."

    Redgrave let out a long sigh.

    "I know...shit...I know..."  

    Dante looked at the address  on the crumpled piece of paper in his hand and glanced toward the gray building with blacked out windows.  The street name matched.  The name of the building would be located around the corner, out front, if Redgrave's description was correct.  He had pulled up to the back alley of the Club D.O.A..

    Dante shoved one set of keys into his boot - wedged snugly against his knife that'd been fitted against the contour of his calf.  He eyed his twin guns for a moment, then shoved it back into the holsters he had hidden into the driver side door panel.  He stepped out of the SUV and straightened his clothes.  On the way toward the front door of the Club, he shoved the second set of keys on top of the door jamb to the side fire exit.  

    He hated the place, Dante concluded as soon as he rounded the corner.  It's the kind of place he would have never wanted to come to, even if he knew about it.  The kind of place where rich bastards with key cards preyed on the eager men and women who had crammed themselves into tight outfits and hoped to be beautiful enough to be let into the club.  He hated the people who are members of places like these and he hated the people who lined up like a herd of cattle along the velvet rope outside the club.

    Dante steeled himself and walked up to the main door where two blue-suited men, each one easily outweighed him, stood guard.  One of them held a portable card reader at his side.  The other held a clipboard.  Dante held up the metal card to the man with the reader.

    "Well," the man said.  He smiled - flashing his polished row of teeth.  "I've never seen you here before."

    He slid the card through the reader.  Dante shrugged.

    "I would have remembered someone like you."

    Dante gave him an annoyed look.  

    "Giving you a compliment," the man said, his smile widening.  "Usually, the members come here to look for hot  -- "

    "Tom, shut you will ya?" the other blue-suit interrupted.  "Don't talk to members like that."

    "Okay okay....sorry," Tom said and looked down on the reader's screen.  "Just making conversation."

    "Don't make conversation with members," Tom's partner said.

    Tom nodded, reading the information on his screen intently.  The smile on his face faded into a slight grin, then disappeared.

    "Hm..." Tom tapped a few more buttons on his reader and looked up at Dante.  The smile on his face did not return.  "You are clear.  Joe, give me a wrist band?"

    Joe unclipped a strip of black wrist band from his board and handed it over to his partner.  Tom ran the wrist band through the card reader and handed both back to Dante.

    "Same routine," Tom said.  "Keep the wrist band on at all times while you are in the club.  Drop it off in the box by the exit on your way out.  The chip in there will sound the alarm as soon as you step out of the club."

    Dante wrapped the bracelet around his left wrist.

    "We wouldn't want anyone to recycle anything from the club and let in some uninvited guests," Tom said, his brilliant smile returning.

    "Whatever,"  Dante said as he brushed past the guards and pushed open the double doors.  Music with heavy bass thumped through the walls and outwards, welcoming him into the bowels of D.O.A. 

    Dante leaned over the chromed railings and looked down at what was probably the basement of the building had been hollowed out and made into the dance floor.  The street level were sofas and cocktail tables, all occupied with men and women in different state of undress and copulation.  

    Dante pushed himself away from the railing and made his way toward the bar.  He ignored the catcalls and offers shouted to him as he shoved barely clothed bodies away from him when they leaned in too close.    He hated this place.  He hated the music.  He hated the atmosphere.  He hated the scents.  He hated everything about this place.

    He made his way down the stairs, toward the main floor of the dance floor.  He had his eyes set to the bar that was to the right corner.  As he shoved his way through the crowd, he noticed that everyone did have a wrist band.  Some black but mostly white.  He deduced the white wrist bands must have been the non-members.  He would have to mingle with the members to canvass for information.  The only thing the white wristbands seemed to be interested in were hooking up with the members.

    Dante nearly cracked a smile when he learned the members' drinks were free.  He downed two shots of tequila even before he sat down and ordered a whiskey on the rocks when he finally did.  The bartender was an attractive young man - probably not even old enough to legally drink.  A gold name plate pinned over the pocket of his outfit said "David".

    "You are new here," David said as he poured whiskey from a crystal decanter and into the tumbler full of chipped ice.

    "Something like that."

    "You don't seem to be terribly interested in anyone here, if you don't mind me saying so."

    Dante took a drink from the filled tumbler and shrugged.

    "You paid a lot of money to be disappointed," David continued.

    "The drinks are free," Dante said and raised his glass up to the bartender and took another drink from it.

    David smiled.

    "Besides fucking with the white wrist bands, what else do the members do around here?"

    David cocked his head.

    "Not sure," he said.  "The extent of what I know exists in the locker room, bathroom and here behind the bar."

    "The members don't talk to you or you don't hear what they say when they cluster here for drinks?"

    David smiled.

    "Well, what I hear...by my contract, I am not allowed to divulge."

    "Even to another member."

    "Especially to another member."

    Dante took another drink from the tumbler and drained it.  He pushed the emptied glass toward David and asked for another one when an arm slipped around his shoulder.  Dante froze and fought the instinct to turn and hit the owner of the arm.  

    "That's enough, honey.  Pace yourself," a velvety voice said into his ear.  The voice made Dante flinch.  He knew it but then, he didn't.  Not right then.  Not until David said his name and backed off, walking away to serve another member.

    "Nice seeing you again," the voice continued.  A small kiss at his ear lobe.  "You have no idea how much I've thought about you."

    Dante shoved the arm off him and spun around.  Remus used his body to pin Dante against the bar, pushing Dante's upper back into the hard ledge.

    "Don't fight me here dear," Remus said, slipping his arm around Dante's waist.  "Believe it or not, I am probably the only one that will prevent you from having your lovely ass torn to pieces by the others here."

    "Let go --" 

    The arm around his waist tightened.  

    "Not very nice to get in with a dead man's card," Remus said.  "Well, he expired when we found out he sold the card to a street rat."

    "The contract on me came from here," Dante said.  "Your fucking boss is here, isn't he?"

    Remus broke into a smile and laughed.  

    "You are so precious," Remus said and leaned over to kiss Dante.  Dante turned and felt Remus' mouth caress his cheek instead.  "No, dear.  He doesn't come around in this human sewer.  He hates humans.  The smell of them repulses him."

    "Who is he?"

    "We'll talk later," Remus said and planted a trail of soft kisses from Dante's cheek down to his neck.  "Let's dance."

    "You fucking mad?"

    Remus bit down on the side of Dante's neck, his teeth sinking in deep and hard enough to draw blood.  Dante winced and felt Remus' tongue lap at the wound, suckling it.  Dante pushed against Remus harder but he was strengthless.  He felt like a child trying to pull out of the arms of a grown man.

    "In case you are wondering," Remus whispered, giving the wound another lick.  "You are powerless here, darling."

    Remus loosened his grip on Dante's waist and took a step back.  

    "Touch the bite mark," Remus said, nodding. 

    Dante ran his finger along where Remus had bitten him.  The dimpled, wet skin was not healing.  He looked at his fingers and saw smears of blood on its tips.

    "The portal is here..." Dante whispered.  The portal that he had been looking for - the divide between the human and demon world.  

    "Half-bloods are too weak to resist its magnetic pull," Remus said and wrapped his arms around Dante's waist, pulling him toward the dance floor.  "Perhaps now I can see all of the pretty scars I can leave on you."

    Dante was like a manikin being swept into the tiled floor, under the spinning colored lights and into the sea of gyrating bodies.  He resisted, pulling and shoving against Remus until his wrists were snatched into a hand and held tightly against the small of his back.  The other arm laced around Dante's hips loosely, guiding the unwilling body along the tempo of the music.

    "Let go of me fucker!"  Dante shouted.  His voice was lost into the music.  He could not even hear himself.

    Remus leaned in, grounding his hips against Dante's.

    "Be a good boy and maybe I will tell you about your wonderful brother that had suddenly came back into your life," Remus said into his ear.

    Dante stilled.

    "I know more about your brother than you do, sweetheart," Remus continued.  "Keep me entertained for awhile and I'll tell you all about him."

    "You know nothing..."

    "Poor little lamb," Remus said and kissed the bite mark he had left on Dante's neck.  "What do you think? To find out in the harshest way something you wish you didn't know? Or to learn something that you really needed to know?"

    Dante drew in a breath and when he let it out, his body relaxed - going nearly limp in Remus' arm.

    "I don't want to dance."

    Remus pressed his mouth over Dante's mouth and kissed him.  Dante didn't pull away nor did he return the kiss.

    "Then we can do something we both know how to do," Remus said, releasing Dante's wrists but still kept on arm around his waist.

     Remus pulled him toward the edge of the Dance floor and pressed him against the thick marble column that supported the upper floor.  A knee was shoved between his thighs and pushed up until Dante was nearly riding on Remus' knee.  Before Dante could protest, Remus sealed his mouth over Dante's and kissed him hard - biting into Dante's mouth.  When they separated, Dante found himself gasping for breath.  

    "Oh, you bruise so easily," Remus said with a smaller laughter as he ran the tip of his index finger along Dante's lower lip.  "I was quite sincere when I told you I missed you.  A lot."

    "I don't want to...." Dante said, looking around and saw eyes focused on them.  "Not here."

    "You are afraid of a little audience? Especially after we had the lovely gang bang?" 

    The words made Dante grimace.  

    "Undo my belt and zipper, darling."

    "No... Not here."

    "I won't ask again," Remus said softly.  "You wouldn't want me to do anything myself."

    It took Dante another few moments of hesitation before his hands reached out to undo the belt.  His motions were quick and furious, mirroring what he felt inside.

    "Easy with the 'friend'," Remus said when Dante pulled down the zipper of his pants.  "It's not what I was born with but I've become very attached to it."

    "Why here? In front of these people?" Dante said angrily.  

    Remus caught Dante's right hand when it moved to pull back when the pant zipper was down.

    "Because I know you hate it," Remus said and pressed Dante's hand over his erection.  "It's been hard the moment the guards told me you were here...but, it doesn't hurt for you to pay your respects to my friend in person."

    "You sick fuck..."

    "How do you want it?" Remus said. "From the front or the back?"

    Dante finally wiggled his hand free and pulled it away.  He cursed.

    "Now undo your pants."

    It took Dante another few moments of hesitation before his fingers worked to undo his own belt and zippers, cursing as he does so.  Dante was slightly relieved when Remus turn him around and lowered his pants down mid-thigh.  The tail of his shirt came down, covering most of his ass.  Dante appreciated that little bit of modesty and Remus allowed him to keep it, not pushing the shirt up or make Dante take it off.

    "I hope you are just as tight as I remember, sweetie," Remus whispered and pushed two wet fingers in.  Dante gasped, his hands curled into fists as he fought the urge to scream.  

    "Nice...." Remus said, kissing the nape of Dante's neck.  "So hot and tight.  Feels better than a woman."

    "Sh...shut...up...."

    A hard shove made Dante's back arch forward.

    "I'm saying nice things about you.  Thank me."

    "Fuck...you."

    Another finger was added in.  Already Dante felt his flesh spread open so wide by the fingers that it was about to tear.  It hurt. The pain was new, his wounds had been healed.  The muscles had been repaired by his demon blood.  Dante wish it hadn't - maybe the pain would not be so terrible now.

    "I'm going to put more in until I am elbow deep, dear.  Thank me for my wonderful compliment."

    Dante cursed again then whispered a 'thank you' that seemed to satisfy Remus enough for him to pull out his fingers.

    "I am easily pleased," Remus said as he pushed the blunt head of his cock against Dante's barely dilated hole.  He shoved in until the thick head slipped through and slowly, he pushed in his shaft until it was entirely inside up to the root.  

    "Shit..." Remus said, a little out of breath.  "You are so fucking tight that it hurt... I forgot how good this feels..."

    Dante felt his eyes brim with tears from the pain.  It was the kind of pain that he couldn't remember he had ever felt.  Not even when he was raped by the demons.  Perhaps it was the numbed demon blood in him that made his pain thresh hold low.  His weak human blood had made him feel everything.  And he does.  The pain was so vivid that he could feel every inch of Remus' cock inside him, even as it moved - however slowly, in and out of him.  

    "Relax your muscles or you will rip," Remus said and stopped moving.  "You won't be fixed like before, honey."

    "Fuck...you."

    "And if you tear, you won't be able to walk and will be shitting blood for the next couple of months.  And I will still continue to fuck you - ripped open or not.  Then you will feel real pain."

    Dante cursed again but knew Remus was right.  He pressed his face against the cold marble and tried to cut through the fire-like haze and force his body to go limp.  It was fighting instincts and it was difficult.  It was already hard not to scream.    

    "Good boy," Remus said and kissed the nape of his neck again.  "I was a little put off when I was told to rape you.  Not into the male species.  Turned out that you were the best fuck I had in my life."

    Dante breathed with his mouth open, panting to draw enough air into his lung to prevent himself from going unconscious.  Remus' words sound distant to him.  He heard them but it took him longer to comprehend them, if he did at all.

    "I wished I didn't have to share you with the other beasts," Remus continued.  "I'd like to just fuck you all night so you would just remember me."

    Fingers pried open the cheeks of his ass apart wider as Remus' thrusts became harder.  The gasps came with sounds.  Dante couldn't stop himself from making the sounds, even though he was aware of them.

    "And I would hear nothing but the wet noise of my cock and your poor little abused hole...and your lovely screams."

    Dante gnawed on his lower lip, forcing his mouth closed so no more noises were escaping from his throat.  He was only wishing Remus would just cum so all of this would end.

    "So now...I would get my wish," Remus said, pushing and pulling in and out, following the tempo of the dance music.  "I will have you to myself."

    Dante felt his insides being spread wider and wider apart with every stroke.  It hurt more and more.  He didn't even realize it, when he started to scream.  His fingers clawed at the smooth surface of the marble frantically, as if he could crawl away.

    "Almost darling," Remus said softly against Dante's shoulder.  "Al...most..."

    A distinctive cold splash that was as painful as the heat that consumed him spiked through - until he could feel it from his bowels up to his throat.  

    "You did very well," Remus said, out of breath.  "You didn't bleed."

    Remus pulled out slowly, carefully.  The pain of him withdrawing was terrible - nearly as bad as him pushing inside.  The widened passage contracted, squeezing at the emptiness that was there.  Dante was shaking - the after effects so draining that he was quivering.

    "Poor baby," Remus said and kissed Dante's temple.  "You'll get used to this.  I'll help you learn to turn this kind of pain into pleasure."

    Remus pulled Dante's pants up and buttoned it for him.

    "It's all a matter training your mind," Remus said, pulling up the zipper.  "Then your body will follow."

    Remus spun Dante around and buckled his belt for him.  

    "Now, let's get a couple of cigarettes and go somewhere private to talk about your dear brother Vergil, shall we?"

End Part 5

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