1 Chapter 1- Hangover from Hell R-18

POV- Dominic

Being an orphan was not as fun as Batman makes it out to be, and unlike him, I was sent to the foster care system when I was 4, passed from place to place, never truly fitting in. Years of punishments for my acting out, beatings for my shitty attitude and sneaking out had left me tempered, and a menace to authority. Though I'd always hated authority, hated the feeling of being restrained or leashed, both symbolically and occasionally, physically. For 13 years I'd been passed from home to home, eventually being fostered by the Gonzales family, alongside Landon and Rafael. The three of us understood each other and supported each other where we could, helping with schoolwork, or covering for me when I snuck out to parties. The Gonzales were catholic, heavily so, and would drag us to church for service and had a house filled with crucifixes and portraits of Jesus, which Landon and I had slowly switched with images of Obi-Wan Kenobi. Their strict attitude rubbed me the wrong way, so more often than not I was out, drinking and having fun, even hanging out with a group of druggies at one point just to try it out.

When Raf had his accident with Cassie, we stuck by him, but he was getting more aggressive by the day, and so I did what I always did, escape into my distractions. With bright blue eyes and tussled black hair, I stood out in most situations, and though my jawline wasn't super sharp, the slight softness only accentuated my cheekbones. 6'3 with a body built for callisthenics, something I'd become addicted to after deciding to bulk up in between foster homes. Hooking up with a random chick wouldn't solve my problems, but I wasn't looking for a solution, just an escape.

R-18 ahead*

"I guess we could enjoy ourselves in my car," the girl, Jennifer I think says huskily, hands crossed around my neck. She drops the back of her seat and kicks off her shoes, "Come get me, stranger," she says with a smirk, 'I wonder if she forgot my name, not that I can judge.' Joining her in stripping my clothes, I simply accept this as the effect of hookup culture, a series of unfulfilling flings, weird as it is. Which is exactly what I'm wanting.

Leaning over and planting my lips on hers, the heat between them almost blistering as we grow more passionate, our tongues intertwining and writing like snakes, I move in. With her hands in my hair, I shift to the spot of her jaw just below her ear, prodding it with my tongue before leaving a soft trail of kisses down her neck and to her collarbone, her moans almost directly in my ear only making me more excited. Unclasping her bra with a quick swipe and squeeze, I pull it off and expose her beautiful chest, perfectly sized to fit in my palms, and as I trace my fingers up her waist and begin to squeeze, mould and caress her elastic breasts, my tongue continues down her body, stopping only as I reach her tits. Taking one nipple in my mouth I flick, lick and suck at the hardened nub, my now free hand running down her spine and working to remove her panties, simply pushing her skirt up around her waist.

'While some would think a fully naked woman is sexiest, I view a piece of clothing as an accessory, like an oversized shirt over a naked body, or thigh-high socks that just help emphasise the sexiness of a woman.

Listening to her pants and soft moans I move down her body, kissing down her smooth stomach to her waist, then shifting straight to her thighs, drawing a groan from Jennifer. Digging my fingers into her deliciously soft thighs, I lick and bite up her leg, eliciting cries from above as I move closer to her now-soaked pussy. Teasing slightly by circling my fingers around it and stopping my face mere inches from it, my breath felt by her trembling lips. Bucking her hips into my face enticed me to begin, starting low with my tongue and massaging around the clit with my fingers, I can feel her breathing become rapid and shallow, and as I replace my fingers with my tongue, I insert my fingers inside her, the sounds of her breathing and the gyrating of her hips taught me all I needed about her sensitive areas. Curling the tips of my fingers I rub at a rough spot, causing her walls to clench as her legs tighten around my head, her voice almost painfully loud in the car.

"Oh my God, yes, don't stop. Keep going, I'm gonna cum, Oh fuuuuuuuck." The warm if slightly salty spray coats my face, and with a wipe of my hand I move up, rubbing the head of my dick against her lips, lubricating it and the shaft as I run the underside along them, rubbing the clit on the way through. Glaring at me she spits out her displeasure at my teasing, "Shove your cock inside me right now." Complying, too drunk to even consider using protection with this random woman I will never meet again, I push myself in deeply in the first thrust, feeling her back arch against the seat as she takes it deep, knocking against her womb. 'That's one of the best things I've got going for me, the personality of an ass, but the dick of a donkey.' Spearing into her repeatedly, she builds up to a second and enjoys her third orgasm before I even come close to my first.

'Yet again, another girl who simply lies there and takes it. If I wanted to describe this, it was masturbating with a sex doll, making it difficult to build up. Getting hard wasn't an issue luckily, but this chick is giving me nothing, making climax now my goal. Flipping her onto her hands and knees I lean over her, pumping powerfully into her at high speed. Her moaned words having become some form of incoherent mumbling, and the happy face she wore provided me with a deep satisfaction, in addition to the orgasm I feel running through me and into her, as I thrust as deeply as I can battering her cervix harsher than I had so far, holding her tight as her pussy tries to squeeze every dollop of cum from me. The second I release her, she drops to the chair, ass still in the air, but I'm not entirely sure she was conscious.

"Oi, who the fuck are you?" 'I swear to fucking God, an extra 5 minutes and I could have escaped this shit.' "The fuck are you doing in there with my girl." 'Who the hell says, my girl anymore.'

"You sure you've got the right person?" I ask, worried some drunk asshole had just mistaken his car for hers.

"I recognise my own car you fucker, now get out here so I can beat the shit out of you." Deciding not to do that, I begin to smirk, taking my still-hard and ready-to-go shaft and lining it with the chick's slit, driving in hard and quick and causing her to shriek as she woke up to the sensation. The guy was yanking at the handles, but the doors were locked thankfully, but he pulls something from behind him and bashes it into the window, then proceeds to unlock the door as I fumble with the other door locks. 'I love classic cars, but the lock is going to get me killed.' Being stabbed repeatedly was horrific, yet knowing that the most satisfaction came from cucking the guy in front of him, made it seem almost worth it.

R-18 End*

*Bzzt Bzzt Bzzt Bzzt*

"Hey Dom, where the hell are you dude? It's 7 in the morning and you're still not back, call me when you get this."

Rolling over on the uncomfortable place I'd no doubt fallen asleep I look at the phone in my pocket. 'That was the weirdest fucking dream of all time,' but then again, I've somehow managed to wake up in an alley. Not for the first time, and probably not the last. I really need to consider quitting.' Ignoring the stiffness in my body and responding to the voicemail Landon had left I begin walking home, finding my wallet still in my back pocket thankfully.

"Hey Lando what's up?"

"What's up? You've been missing all night, where are you?"

"I was at a house party from one of those swim team dickheads, but I got blackout drunk and woke up in an alley like 15 minutes away. Has foster dad realised?"

"Yeah, Raf managed to convince them you two got into an argument this morning and you went for a run, but the Gonzales flipped at him telling him that he needs to go see a priest and confess or whatever sometime tonight."

"But Raf's not catholic."

"That's what I said, anyway I'm glad you're okay, but you need to cool it on the partying, between Raf and the Gonzales, we need to stick together."

"Sure thing, I'll be home in like 5 minutes if I jog, so have a coffee ready."

"With that kind of attitude, you're lucky I don't put salt in it." Landon had been through a similar experience in the foster care system, but instead of resisting, he submitted, so desperate that he clings to anyone who is nice to him. 'God the amount he talked about some random girl he used to serve while he was working at a café was ludicrous.'

Walking through the door as Landon distracts Ms Gonzales in the kitchen, I sneak up to the shared bedroom the three of us use, definitely not weird at all, and duck into the bathroom. "Ahhh!" the reflection I see in the mirror was smeared in blood, and the shirt I'd worn out was ripped and an equally reddy brown.

"What's wrong?" I hear Raf ask, and he goes to open the door. "Dom I can smell blood are you alright?"

"Uhh, fine," 'I think, though now my clothes are ruined.' Stripping down and washing off the blood as quickly as I can I notice something else equally jarring, the scars and burns I'd received over the years, few as they were, had vanished, my skin now smooth and unmarred, without even a blemish or scratch from the events of last night, that somehow were seeming less like a dream.

Stepping out with a towel around me Rafael grabs my clothes from my hand, but noticing my unharmed self, begins to interrogate me as Landon comes into the room, with both mine and his coffees in hand.

"Who's blood is this?"

"I don't know Raf, I got drunk, had a weird dream that I got stabbed, then woke up in an alley."

"Maybe some of the drugs made you hallucinate and you came across a dead animal," Landon offered, providing a somewhat plausible explanation.

"Except that I didn't take anything."

"That you know of." He raised a fair point because unless I am a zombie, there was no way that dream was real.

"Whatever, anyway, I'm fine, and have no idea whose blood that is," drawing reluctant and worried nods from Landon and Raf. Turning the conversation away from my confusing ass night, I focus on Rafael's meeting tonight. "I heard you covered for me today, thanks."

"Well now I've got to talk to some priest, but if it gets them off my ass, I'll do it."

"Thanks anyway." The three of us relaxed in the room, only being interrupted by Mr Gonzales who was glad we'd 'made up,' and took us for dinner, saying we should meet them at the church in an hour.

"Are churches always open this late?" Landon asked.

"Only the ones with dungeons beneath them. Do you reckon the nuns get freaky after hours?" I reply, causing both of them to laugh and groan at the mental image of Sister Calloway getting down. While the food was fairly standard, slightly overpriced and a little overcooked, the three of us had enjoyed the casual atmosphere before taking a stroll down towards the church.

"Rafael, seriously it's not right."

"It is what it is."

"For the last time, you're not Catholic, even if it buys you a temporary break from them badgering you, what you need is-"

"I hope you're not going to say therapy," I interject, "Because we ALL would fit right in with the mentals that pay ludicrous amounts of money just to talk to someone about their feelings."

"I was going to say a talk, you know I hate therapy."

Raf butts in, finishing the conversation as we reach the doors, "Regardless, I tossed a lawnmower through the patio doors. I'm going through with this and then we're going home. Okay?" Both raising our hands in surrender, I mutter to Landon as he follows him in, "Hell of a throw though."

I decide to remain outside, something that would have been forced on me anyway apparently as Landon comes and joins me, putting on a set of headphones and sitting on the steps. 'Bastard thought ahead and brought headphones.' Lying on the stairs and scrolling on my phone, I look up to the glowing full moon, its light illuminating the both of us and giving me a welcome distraction from the buzzing sound in my ears. 'Is it tinnitus?'

A screech sounds out, drawing both my and Landon's attention to the hideous 4-wheel drive SUV that pulls up in front of the church. A young girl, probably near our age steps out, her beautiful pale skin framed by long auburn hair, glowing in the moonlight. With big blue doe eyes, she had my attention in a snap, and watching her waltz up the stairs with a ready pace was enticing, her curves not hidden at all by the sweater and jeans she wore. Our eyes met for a brief moment but we were brought out of it by Landon.

"Hope?"

"Landon?" My head whips to Landon.

"This, is Hope? No wonder." Was she gorgeous, yes, no doubt? Would I try to take her if Lando came forward and said he was interested in her? No. 'I'm an asshole and a degenerate, but I have standards.' Not to mention she probably has super fit friends.

"You two know each other?" an older man queries, with dirty blonde hair and a strong physique, hidden by the layers of sweaters and jackets he wore, looking almost like the Vegan husband a few doors down from us, but significantly more tired and welcoming.

"Long story," Hope replies, but she then flicks her gaze back to me for a moment before shaking her head quickly. A cry escapes the doors of the church, as Raf starts to scream. "Dr Saltzman, the door." The older man, who I just noticed was carrying a duffel bag and a fucking crossbow, ran and pulled on the doors, unable to open them.

"They're locked."

Waving her hands like a LARPER, Hope calls out, "Dissera Portus." The doors slam open dropping the remnants of a chain on the floor stopping me from laughing at her. "You're gonna want to stay out here Landon, trust me." Completely ignoring the words of the sexy witch, I follow them in, Landon following behind me. Crossing the border of the church was like moving from a really cold room to a sauna, but without the health benefits, the only thing keeping me there was watching Raf writhe on the floor in agony.

"A fucking exorcism?!" I was pissed, and the chanting of the priest was what I'd been hearing as buzzing before, but now instead of background noise, it was as if he'd grabbed a speakerphone and stuffed it in my ear canal before reading hymns. A groan slips from me as I crumple to the floor, drawing the attention of Saltzman who was now looking incredibly concerned. My back felt like I'd just come off a bike at high speed and was experiencing road rash, and my hands had become a light grey, as if the life was fading from my body, my nails turning black and growing rapidly, more claws than anything.

"Hope, Shut down the Exorcist NOW!"

"Silencio," she spoke, the chanting now stopped, bringing instant relief to me as I collapse into a ball, still feeling like someone had started boiling me, but no longer turning up the heat. With a wave of her slender fingers, our foster parents/ traitors were flung to the sides of the room, and Saltzman attached supports and chains to a collar he placed on Rafael, who'd begun to change shape even more drastically than me. Skin ripping and bones breaking and reforming into position, he stands now, as a wolf, roughly 5 foot tall with glowing red eyes contrasting epically against his black fur. 'Wait, he's a fucking werewolf?! That's so cool.' Rising slowly to my feet, I drag myself outside, taking deep breaths of the cool, crisp air, and watching as my hands return to normal. "If the claws only come out in churches this is a sucky power," I groan, hearing a chuckle from behind me.

"No, but if this was your first time experiencing it, we can teach you to control…whatever it is you are."

"Aren't I similar to Raf? He was also affected by the exorcist."

"True, but the spiced holy water and full moon were what caused him to turn, whereas you were affected by the words themselves."

"And the ground," I add, causing him to look at me inquisitively. "When I walked inside, it was like being in a dehydrated sauna, stiflingly hot and difficult to breathe. Not impossible, but definitely uncomfortable."

"Maybe you've been impacted by a spell," he posed, "and your friend will be fine. We'll take you to our school and look into helping you both."

"You're from a school? What school teacher runs around with a witch and a crossbow?" I ask, causing him to laugh more openly this time.

"A very tired one. We will bring Landon and Rafael here in a few minutes so stay here."

"Well, I'm sure as hell not following you back in there."