Just This Once

A/N: Just a fun little standalone spin-off that takes place in the same universe as Michael & I (and you don't have to read Michael & I to enjoy this one :)

ALSO: this is a M/M story so if you're not into that just a warning...

*~*~*

Aaron was late.

The guys at the office had decided to go to a club to unwind but no one had bothered to give him the name of the place. It was all that asshole's fault.

What was his name? Michael?

He'd been getting lavished with all of the attention the past couple of months rising through the ranks with godlike precision. Promotion after promotion had left Aaron humiliated in some newbie's dust. And now he just decides he wants to go and get piss drunk with all of Aaron's friends with no one bothering to tell him jack shit.

He'd been working, no, dedicating his life to the company for nearly five years and this was what it got him. Feeling lonely and pissed off. It was Aaron's own aggravation that had him staying at the office late, brooding over some paperwork that he easily could have done the next day or the day after.

He stared at his phone laying screen down on his desk hating himself for wanting it to ring. Or hell even a text. Just some acknowledgment that his 'friends' remembered that he existed.

Why should he care about a bunch of guys who just wanted to line up and kiss the ass of the blonde pretty boy?

It was those feelings of bitterness and resentment that made Aaron go in search of his own fun. Screw them if that was all they thought of him. He didn't even bother to go home and change; just slipped his tie into his pocket and unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt.

It was Vegas so there was no issue of him finding a club but he wanted a thrill so he asked around until he found out about a place that sounded ideal. It didn't have a name or a sign out front showing that it even existed and you needed either a recommendation or a password to get in.

It sounded dangerous. It was perfect.

Once he'd found it, down in an alleyway tucked between two buildings, there was a single garage door and a bored looking guy having a smoke who could have been mistaken for being homeless at first glance. He was dirty and wore many tattered layers of clothing.

His eyes were unusually sharp, however, and they stayed fixed on Aaron as he approached giving away that he wasn't what he appeared.

Aaron cleared his throat, "Lucifer."

"Eh?" the man snorted, exhaling smoke through his nose.

"The..The password..to get in." Aaron faltered, his heart fluttering with anxiety.

"Oh, I heard ya. How the hell did you hear it, four-eyes?" The bouncer took in Aaron's appearance with a scornful huff. "Well, whatever. The boss is always looking for new meat. Get your ass inside before somebody sees."

Aaron felt a chill go up his spine at the bouncer's odd choice of words and self-doubt ate at him. A strong hand in the middle of his back pushed him so hard he half-tripped going through the roll up door and before he could back out it was slammed shut behind him deciding his fate.

There was no one around the entryway but he could hear voices somewhere ahead. There was plastic covering the entryway that separated the hall from the entryway to the dance floor not unlike that which you might see inside a freezer.

"...I think you're freaky and I like you a lot.."

The song was one he'd never heard before sang by someone that sounded a bit like she'd been sucking on helium played over a heavy techno beat. The entire area was decorated in the style of a mix between a bdsm dungeon and a meat locker.

Chains and assorted hooks hung from the ceiling while multi-colored lasers flashed and reflected on the shiny metal surfaces in time with the music. Bodies swayed and pressed together, some dancing, some practically fucking right out the middle of the room.

Aaron started to feel sick from the sensory overload and rubbed at his eyes underneath his glasses. No, he couldn't give up now. He forced his way through the crowd until he found the bar taking a seat beside a couple sharing a stool.

The girl was in the guy's lap with his hands under her shirt mashing away at her breasts while they kissed in a spectacularly sloppy fashion. Aaron blushed despite himself. He was loathe to admit his lack of experience with dating and the opposite sex. He'd married his work at a young age and hadn't made time for anything else.

When he turned back around the bartender was watching him with a knowing smirk.

"A beer," Aaron snapped.

*~*~*

The night went on and 'a beer' turned into too many for him to keep track. He was so caught up in trying to force himself to relax that he'd gotten more drunk than he'd planned.

He absently watched the crowd with blurred focus, his glasses had ended up tangled back into his messy, brown hair at some point. A flash of white caught his attention through the haze of alcohol and he somehow got his glasses back down onto his nose.

A man stood leaning back against the wall with a bored expression . His appearance was striking and Aaron found himself totally transfixed. He couldn't have been any older than his early thirties and yet his hair was the color of salt. It cascaded in waves down to his lower back.

Must be goth, Aaron thought blearily.

As though he could feel Aaron's staring he locked eyes with him, cocking his head slightly to the side. And still Aaron couldn't look away. The man smiled and time seemed to stop for a moment because..

..it looked like he had the teeth of a shark.

Aaron jolted to his feet spilling what was left of his drink all over his lap.

"Shit!" He had made a mess of himself. When Aaron turned to see if the white-haired man was still watching he saw that he was gone.

He had to find a bathroom, not only because of the stain covering his crotch but because he suddenly had to piss really badly.

Aaron had a moment of good luck when he discovered that the men's room was completely empty and locked the door ensuring his privacy. He did another quick sweep of the stalls just to make sure no weirdos were hiding in the bathroom before removing his pants and laying them on the sink.

He picked a stall at random and relieved himself, a little surprised at his accuracy given how drunk he was. He was reaching for the handle of the toilet when he heard it.

A footstep.

He froze in place, sure that he must have misheard but he heard it again, closer. The soft scuff of someone's shoe on the floor just outside his stall.

Had he only imagined locking the door? No way. He wasn't that unaware. When he'd spilled his drink on himself he had came back to his senses a little.. hadn't he? His hand trembled as he reached for the stall door, pulling it open quickly to find..

..no one.

"What the fuck?" Aaron murmured out loud, perplexed.

The door was locked, his pants were still lying on the sink, and he was alone. No. No he wasn't. The hairs on his nape prickled. Aaron couldn't explain it but he knew there was someone else in the room.

"I haven't seen you in here before."

Startled, Aaron turned too fast in the direction of the speaker and ended up sprawled on his ass. The man with white hair was sitting on the edge of the sink, ankles crossed, head cocked to one side.

He caught a glimpse of pointed teeth behind the man's thin lips and felt himself shudder.

"Are you lost? Did you come from below?"

"Be..low?" Aaron repeated, dumbfounded.

He hadn't noticed it before because of the distance between them but the man's skin was startlingly white as well; as though he were wearing stage makeup but Aaron could tell that wasn't the case. The man's eyes were a delicate shade of pink that seemed more red depending on the angle of his face.

"Well, whatever. Did you get fired or something?" The man must have been referring to how Aaron was dressed.

"No," Aaron replied, trying to make sense of the situation in his befuddled state. "How the hell did you get in here?"

The man sighed seemingly uninterested in his question. A quick glance towards the door told Aaron that it was still locked. Had the man locked it when he had came in? Wouldn't he have heard it?

"No, I didn't unlock the door. Counter-question: how did you see me back there?"

What the fuck was this guy on?

"You were standing right in front of me?" Aaron was getting irritated with the man's attitude towards him.

"Human's rarely pick up on things other than that which their closed minds can perceive as 'normal'. You must have some Angel blood in you. Interesting. I haven't seen one of you in a long time," the man said.

"You had some difficulty perceiving me when I first came in just now. I was getting bored but now I have you to keep me entertained."

The way the man said 'entertained' made Aaron's skin crawl. Aaron's forced bravado to keep pushing himself all evening had disappeared. He started to think he might be in real danger, here.

"I'm not something for you to play with, asshole. I'm leaving," Aaron snarled.

"Can you leave without these?"

The man held up his trousers, still dampened with beer, a look of smug superiority appearing on his usually neutral features. It pissed Aaron off even more.

"Give me those."

"No."

The two men stared each other down, one angry, the other clearly enjoying himself. It was to Aaron's utter humiliation that the man brought the crotch of his trousers up to his nose and inhaled deeply. It was an obvious provocation and it worked brilliantly.

"Son of a bitch," Aaron roared, lurching across the room, trying to snatch them away.

He missed by a mile, his clumsy attempt easily evaded, his hand sailing past where the man had been holding out his trousers to taunt him. Instead, the man used it to his advantage and grabbed his wrist, slipping forward off of the sink and easily folding Aaron's arm around behind his back.

"Let go of me!" Aaron bucked and squirmed against the man calling him every curse he could think of. the man patiently waited until he was panting and tired out before trying to speak with him.

"Tonight is your lucky night. Do you know who I am?"

"Why the fuck would I?" Aaron shouted. "Let me go you-"

The man gave his arm a viscous twist until he felt a warning creak in his elbow threatening that it was on the verge of being dislocated. Aaron knew he was weak. He had spent the majority of his life sitting behind a desk. His many forgotten meals had left him underweight.

In other words he didn't stand a chance against the man in terms of physical strength.

"Did I not say to entertain me? Stop acting a fool and enjoy yourself. It is the reason you came here isn't it?" The man was whispering, his breath tickling the back of Aaron's neck stirring the hair of his nape, making his skin prickle.

"I am Sodom, a demon born when Lot's wife defied God and looked upon the ruined city and was turned into a pillar of salt. I am the embodiment of all things sexually perverse," the man introduced himself in a bored monotone.

The man, Sodom's words stirred something in the back of Aaron's mind that he might have heard in Bible school once upon a time before he sold his soul to his career path. Sodom and Gomorrah. The two cursed cities. It sounded crazy for this man, Sodom, to be so sure of what he was saying but Aaron irrationally believed every word.

"That's why I was surprised that you could see me as my appearance is so unusual to almost all humans they simply ignore my existence."

"Hardly their fault. It's simply how they were programmed so the demons and Angels can do whatever."

Aaron was hyper-aware that he was only wearing his boxer-briefs and he wasn't drunk enough not to know what Sodom meant by 'entertaining' him.

Even if Sodom was distracted telling Aaron about himself for the moment he still felt he needed to clear things up no matter how awkward.

"I'm not gay," Aaron said. His lips seemed to have gone numb from even saying the words out loud.

Sodom laughed at him.

"You came here because you are obviously feeling sorry for yourself. You want to feel better, right?"

"Not like that!"

"Look, four-eyes I am loathe to use force as I have a lot of pride in my abilities to bring intense pleasure to others. If I have to force it it makes me feel like I'm not doing a very good job."

"I didn't ask for your shit! Let me go!"

"Maybe you didn't ask but I'm going to give it to you whether you like it or not and trust me; you will like it."

Aaron felt sick and dizzy. He couldn't believe this was happening the one time he decided to have his moment of rebellion from his usually careful job-orientated lifestyle.

"All pleasantries aside, what's this?" Sodom suddenly seemed very interested in something he'd found.

Oh shit. Oh fuck. No way. When did he get an erection? He hadn't even noticed. Was it when he was at the bar watching those two? Aaron's thoughts turned inside out when Sodom groped at him over his underwear.

Aaron made a strangled sound of fury and lashed out with his free hand, compromising his balance, and ended up sprawled over the sink, the edge digging into his belly painfully.

"That's not because of you," Aaron hissed.

"Are you sure? All this talk of me wanting to fuck you and it hasn't went away even a little?"

Now that Aaron thought about it, he hadn't been hard earlier when he'd taken a piss. The revelation turned his stomach. He felt sick.

Sodom's hand remained where it was, continuing to grope his cock, and Aaron wanted to die. How much humiliation did he have to suffer in one day?

"..I pin my heart to my sleeve so that the whole world can see I have a heart on for you~"

The song from the adjacent room drifted in, the heavy bass pounding along with Aaron's racing heart. Sodom's hand started to move up and down and Aaron squeezed his eyes tightly shut. He tried to concentrate on anything to distract himself from what was being done to his body.

"Ah!"

His eyes flew open when Sodom's hand slipped behind the band of his underwear. His fingers felt strange where they came in direct contact with his skin. They felt good. Almost too good.

Was it because of what Sodom was? A demon of perversion? Could Aaron actually believe everything Sodom had said this easily?

Or in his desperation was he trying to rationalize why a man had him so excited?

But then-

Sodom stopped.

"Go home." Sodom's voice had lost all of it's good humor. He sounded..bored? Disappointed? Aaron didn't have time to think or care about Sodom's reasoning for his decision. He grabbed his pants off the floor where Sodom had dropped them and ran.

"Don't look back."

Those were the demon's parting words.

*~*~*

It had been nearly a week since the incident in the club. Aaron had went back to work trying to erase it from his memory but for some reason ever since then-

-he'd been unable to make himself come.

After stumbling into his apartment, still hard, he had fallen into bed and slept for a few hours. He'd awakened in a cold sweat, his hand already around his throbbing cock. It had been painful but no matter what he did he couldn't achieve orgasm.

He'd finally given up and taken a cold shower to get rid of his problem.

It wouldn't have bothered him if it hadn't happened again the next day. And then a few days after that. All he'd ended up with more frustration than when he had started, his cock sore with no relief.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself, staring daggers at his laptop.

Aaron was finding it hard to concentrate on the company data that glared back at him demanding his attention. His glasses were tangled in his hair and he knew he was far past a five o' clock shadow. He hadn't been so out of sorts in a long time.

It was his fault. Sodom. Just thinking his name sent a pang of hatred through him. And as always, a pang through his groin.

He reached for the lube on his bedside table.

*~*~*

Another week crawled by. Another week of hell. Aaron knew by then what he was going through was unnatural. The bastard at that club had done something to him. He'd lost count of how many times he'd tried to jerk off since then.

There were only two options; go to a doctor who would probably say nothing was wrong with him or-

-go back to the club.

Aaron knew he couldn't go on like this. He couldn't concentrate on anything else. Sodom was truly an asshole. He hadn't decided to let him go and spare him the humiliation after all, he'd decided he'd rather see him come crawling back instead which was worse than the initial assault.

It was like going back to your rapist to make dinner plans.

Aaron didn't care about his tattered pride any longer.

The club was exactly the same as he remembered, heavy pulsing music, swaying bodies, several couples having sex in full view of everyone else. Aaron didn't care about any of that, either.

He went straight to the bar, a different bartender was working this time.

"Where is he?" Aaron said, so worked up that he didn't even bother to explain who he was looking for.

The bartender raised an eyebrow. She might have been someone Aaron had thought of as being 'cute' on a different day.

"Who?" she said, clearly getting enjoyment out of how flustered Aaron was.

"A man, he's tall, has long white hair. He's a prick."

She cackled at his choice of insult, "I haven't seen anyone like that in here tonight."

Aaron felt disappointed.

"You could try the basement. I don't see everybody that comes in so he could've went straight below."

"Thanks," Aaron said.

The basement. Sodom had said something about it before hadn't he? Asking Aaron if he had came from there. His mind was uncertain but his body was already moving in the direction of the staircase that led into the lower levels.

As he descended his entire body seemed to throb with need. However, as soon as he reached the basement he froze, his mouth opening in shock. What he saw there nearly made him run away.

Blood.

A man was being held against the wall while two women lapped at his skin, their mouths stained crimson. He was enjoying it from what Aaron could tell. The women seemed to be feeding on his blood while at the same time they teased and pleasured him, sometimes stroking his cock, sometimes pinching his nipples or sucking them.

One of the women noticed Aaron watching and turned to look at him, curiously. Her eyes were solid black. Aaron made his feet move. He couldn't stop now. If he ran away this time he probably wouldn't be able to come back.

The stench of blood became stronger the deeper he moved into the room, people, no, humans were being fed on by what Aaron could only assume were other demons like Sodom.

There were pillows of every size on the floor where demons and humans were sprawled out either feeding or fucking. It seemed that it was usually both happening at once.

Aaron didn't see Sodom.

His eyes scanned the darkened recesses of the basement but he didn't catch a glimpse of the demon's long white hair anywhere.

Suddenly, a hand clamped down over his eyes and he gasped. He was yanked backwards against someone's chest, a man's from the feel of it, and was dragged away half kicking.

"H-Hey!" he protested.

He was taken only a short distance but the music seemed much more faint than before. The hand covering his eyes was lifted and he quickly freed himself turning to see who had grabbed him.

"You!"

Sodom looked different, his hair was braided and lay draped around his shoulder. He wore a dress shirt unbuttoned over a pair of fashionably distressed jeans.

He looked so elegant that Aaron almost forgot why he was there.

Sodom stared at him, his expression the same; disinterested.

Aaron felt his anger return.

"What did you fucking do to me? Huh?" he shouted, not concerned about being heard. The music was too loud after all and he probably wouldn't have given a damn even if it wasn't.