"Um, sir.Sir." Nemo jerked in shock when he realized someone was talking to him. He peered down at the young employee. "You have to wear a shirt here, sir."
"Then give me a shirt. I don't have one."
"You're supposed to have your own," Orson said.
"Am I supposed to weave it with my hands or some shit?"
"You don't weave shirts. Why did we bring him again?" Orson asked while shoving an XXXL tee shirt at me. Nemo’ssize. It made me smile. You don't buy shirts for people you plan to leave for dead.
"I'm going to fucking touch her," Baz hissed, straining to look over the cash registers towards his Golden Girls nemesis.
"Are you threatening to sexually harass another customer?" The employee asked, still standing in our space.
"Sexually harass?" Baz asked in confusion. "Jesus, you're sick. I'm talking about killing her." The employee's eyes bugged.
"Murder isn't normal, sweetie," I said, trying to find the barcode on the rope and machete Orson handed me next.
"I was only threatening," Baz grumbled. "Here," he said, slipping a card from his back pocket and sliding it into my hand. He then reached over to the candy and began piling it on the scanning area. Some fell onto the floor.
"What is this?" I asked, staring at what looked to be a credit card.
"My bank card. I made sure to get it from Zero's office before we uh ...." he looked at the employee. "Before we left the BDSM party."
"Thewhat?" I asked in confusion. "Wait, bank card? You have money?" I asked. Baz shrugged, and Nemo began laughing while rubbing his naked chest.
"The asylum wanted Baz for his wallet. Convenient how much money he got after killing his parents, isn’t it?" At that, the employee scampered off.
"No, you forget the real reason I was brought there. Your daddy wanted a friend for his pet dog."
"I'm not a fucking dog," Nemo growled loudly. Apparently, the energy drink was making them aggressive. Who’d have thought?
"Why do you take my cock doggy style if you aren't a mutt?" Baz asked, sounding genuinely confused. Nemo launched at him, and they began wrestling on the ground.
"Let's see who takes it," Nemo snapped. People in the store were freaking out. This was officially a shit show. Baz attempted to scramble away on his belly. Nemo reached out and grabbed him by the top of his pants, tugging him hard enough that Baz's muscular ass was revealed. He wasn’t really going to fuck him on the floor of a public grocery store, right?
“You’re not winning this time. I’m in charge now,” Nemo growled. Baz flipped around, biting off a glove before pressing his bare hand to Nemo’s neck. Green veins slid out across skin.
“I can always win,” Baz hissed. Nemo’s pain was evident as the venom soaked in, but he didn’t back away.
“You won’t kill me just to win this fight. You care if I die. It’s over.” Nemo smiled with all his teeth, leaning closer to Baz.
“Get off me,” Baz said, shock-laced in his words. He moved his hand to Nemo’s shoulder, pushing him. More dark veins spread out, faster than before. When Nemo didn’t fall over, Baz’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Oh, fuck.”
Orson pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I didn't plan to do this," he sighed.
"Please don't drug us again," I pleaded.
In a blur, Orson was on Nemo's back, his teeth pressing into his neck. I could smell the blood released from his vein and into Orson's mouth. I swayed, grabbing hold of the self-checkout counter as my mouth pooled with saliva. The sound of Nemo's blood gushing into Orson's greedy mouth filled my ears. It was followed by the wet sound of his tongue lapping at the wound and the steady swallow as he gulped it all down. I imagined it traveling down his throat and settling into his belly, full and warm with Nemo's red, wet life force.
My stomach grumbled in hunger, and I felt dizzy. The edges of my vision went dim, and the metal on the self-checkout counter dented as my grip tightened. I tried to concentrate on specific details around me as a way to ignore the gnawinghunger rampaging inside me, demanding I drink from my soul mates. Demanding I also gorged on the humans milling around, gasping in shock and huddling closer to catch a glimpse of what was happening.
Nemo dropped Baz and pressed his forehead into the ground, panting as Orson drank from him. I tried to steady myself as I listened to his deep breaths. Orson pulled his mouth away, his lips red and wet. It was obscene. He flipped Nemo over and looked down at him, capturing the bigger man's eyes in a hypnotic stare. Nemo's half-lidded gaze gave him the attention he demanded while his hands settled on Orson's hips.
"Put this on," Orson demanded, holding up the shirt I'd scanned. Nemo nodded. Baz was pulling himself up when the self-checkout employee came over and grabbed his arm to help him. Baz sighed.
"Not even a full day outside," he said.
