Marty knocked gently on his ex boyfriends door. It had been years since they'd seen each other. 4 years exactly. They had loved each other once but had grown apart. Andrew had graduated law school and had landed a prestigious job. Marty figured that even with the student loans Andrew would be paying back he would easily have a few thousand dollars in petty cash. And Marty needed that sort of money to pay off a few debts of his own. He'd gone a little overboard charging clothes and other niceties on his then boyfriend's credit cards. The guy had totally overreacted and wouldn't listen to reason at all. And when Marty had tried to tell him to just 'relax' the guy had literally thrown him out the door with just the clothes on his back. So he'd glanced at a phone book and considered possible soft touches and Andrew headed the list.

Which led him to knocking on this door to a decent apartment in Santa Monica. Still he hesitated. A lot could change in 4 years. He might have a girlfriend, obligations, or maybe even a new boyfriend. One never could tell. He regarded himself in his makeup mirror as he considered this. Granted he wasn't 18 anymore. But he still looked youthful, coffee brown skin that radiated sensuality. His smile could still charm and his eyes gave the impression of a deep soulfulness, an impression that had parted many a fool from his money. He pouted his lips at his reflection and dismissed the chances of any hypothetical competition.

When the door opened and Andrew looked out he saw his long departed ex boyfriend framed by the setting sun in the background, a cigarette dangling from his long, delicate fingers as he exhaled smoke up towards the sky. Andrew took a moment to wonder if this was a hallucination so unexpected was this out of nowhere visit. He took another moment to regard his visitor from his long legs covered in black slacks to his thin body covered in a tight white t-shirt, the curve of the exposed neck and the short black hair in a mod cut with shaved sides. He opened the door and enveloped him in a tight hug, surprised and delighted to see Marty for the first time in years.

"What brings this on?" he asked, a light teasing sarcasm in his voice that had marked all of their conversations.

"Oh, just in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop in. You know how it is." He said this with studied nonchalance, but didn't really expect it to fly.

"Why don't I believe you?" Andrew said with a sardonic smirk.

"Because you're just so dazzlingly intelligent and educated you always suspect ulterior motives." Marty replied.

"Well, yeah." Said Andrew, because, well, it happened to be true. "And I'm usually, which is to say always, correct. So, why are you really here?"

"To ask for money." Marty said.

"I'm shocked and appalled," said Andrew still smiling. "How much?" "Just a few thousand dollars."

"Just how many is a few? I ask only out of curiosity of course."

"Of course. A few is about 4 actually." Marty elaborated, smiling charmingly. Andrew regarded him, mouth slightly agape.

"4 thousand dollars. You appear out of nowhere after 4 years asking for 4 thousand dollars. What for may I ask?"

"I was thinking of going to Europe actually. There's a lot of cute guys there I hear. Maybe I can nab myself a prince. What do you think?" And he gave Andrew his brightest smile, and batted his eyelashes just a bit. Andrew was a sucker for that as he remembered.

"What do I think about your chances of nabbing a prince, or the chances of my giving you the money?"

"Whichever."

"Somewhere between slim and none." Andrew said with a smile that perhaps belied his words. Sometimes he took a deliberate pleasure in denying people what they wanted, a reason he did well as a lawyer. This smile sometimes confused people and it took awhile to differentiate between his sense of humour and his cruel streak. Marty was remembering this and wondering if this idea would pan out after all. He had a feeling it would as more memories of Andrew returned to him.

"So are you seeing anyone these days?" He asked and then inhaled from his cigarette. He exhaled and watched the smoke trickle towards the skies while he related for Andrew's reply.

"Yeah" he said smiling smugly. He contemplated his current girlfriend's generous curves with obvious relish. He had a thing for large breasts, and while she wasn't particularly intelligent or interesting Andrew had long ago realized you couldn't have everything in life and therefore one had to focus on the important things and not whinge about minor drawbacks.

"Is she home?"

"No, she's not home, but she's over. In the kitchen, want I should introduce you?" Privately he wondered what he would say. Hi honey, want to meet my long ago ex boyfriend? That would go over like a fart in a car he reckoned.

"No that's okay, I don't want to take up too much of your time. Just give me the money and I'll leave you two alone."

"Do you suppose I just carry a few thousand dollars around in my wallet?"

"That's okay, you can write me a check then."

"Write you a bloody check. What makes you think I'm even going to give you the money? Especially if you're just taking off to Europe, do you think I'm a bloody human ATM?"

"Well I can't exactly stay, you're girlfriends here. I wouldn't want to come between you two, would I?" Again he pouted and batted his eyelashes at Andrew.

"That's not going to work. I'm through being manipulated by you. You've been out of my life for years and you're not going to fuck things up for me ever again. You hear me! So just get out of here!"

Andrew was livid with rage yet Marty regarded him coolly. Taking a drag from his cigarette he asked him "Has anyone ever told you how cute you look when you're furious?" As Andrew stood openmouthed in fury, his outrage grown beyond words Marty took another drag and exhaled the smoke directly into Andrew's face. Placing his hands on Andrew's firm chest he tenderly squeezed the pec saying "Would you rather I stayed around to convince you things haven't changed? You could send your girlfriend home and we could ... talk. What do you think?"

Andrew shook his head. Marty's touch always confused him. It was like his hands were just warmer than anyone else's and sent waves of heat coursing through his body like no other's touch could do. He imagined himself succumbing to that touch as he'd done many times before, allowing those hands to guide him to his knees before Marty, worshiping his master with his mouth...

No those days were done. They were done. He shook off Marty's touch, knocking the hand loose with a rough gesture of his own. "You'd better go." He said coldly.

"So you really have changed" he said thoughtfully. "I guess I'd better go then and let you get back to your no doubt curvaceous girlfriend. Tell me though, have you ever found the comfort, the surrender you're seeking in a plentiful bosom. Or have you only found it against my hard chest, the firmness of a boys' body?"

"Haven't you realized as you jump from the soft flesh of one bimbo to another what you really miss is a man's hardness between your legs?"

"I told you to get out." Andrew said, voice cold as ice. His fists clenched dangerously. He was bigger and stronger than Marty and though he'd never struck him before Marty had never pushed him this close to the edge before. At least not often. Marty enjoyed playing brinksmanship with his control over men, at least when it didn't result in black eyes and bruised ribs. Those could ruin his looks for weeks.

"Hon, who is that at the door?" chorused a lilting voice from the kitchen. "Just a particularly obnoxious salesman who was just leaving, sweetness. Be there in just a sec."

"Sweetness?" Marty echoed in distaste.

"She likes it." Said Andrew and advanced on the smaller man. "Now git." He said his voice dangerously low. Marty knew that despite the momentary distraction by his girlfriend, his ex was close to violence.

Still Marty didn't back away. He had a certain steel to him, even if conman and grifter had become his lot in life. "You really have changed I guess." He said, as Andrew stood practically nose-to-nose with him, quivering with anger and an unreleased desire to strike and hurt. So close his next comment was practically a whisper in the other's ear

"No longer my little slut at all." He breathed. The word struck Andrew like an electric charge. He snarled at Marty. "What did you say?"

"I guess you've changed. Not my little slut at all. No longer a dirty, little slut are you? He stepped closer and now he did whisper in his ear. "Unless you are? Are you still a hot little cock slut?"

Andrew's fists clenched tighter and his will was knife edged between violence and surrender. When they were together he had loved for Marty to talk dirty to him. To call him a slut and tell him he was only good for one thing. Only worth something in that he pleased his master. But that was over. Over! He had a girlfriend, a law degree. He didn't need to please anyone to prove his worth.

He wasn't a cheap slut. So why did the word send a shudder down his spine. Why did his ass clench and burn with a hot, moist wetness. Why did his cock throb with every soft whisper?

"Forget your girlfriend. You're still my little slut aren't you? You haven't changed at all. You're still a dirty little slut. You love it when I call you that. You're not really angry. You want to get angry but you know it's true. Slut! Cheap, tawdry slut! Cock whore! You want to suck my cock don't you? Don't you?" And saying he slid his hand around the back of Andrew's neck and forced his eyes to look into his. Saw the demons whirling in Andrew's eyes as he hovered between mayhem and surrender. He inhaled once more from his cigarette and exhaled it again into Andrew's face with all the contempt he could muster. Andrew sighed and his eyes closed. "Slut" Marty said again and Andrew's lips curled up in a smile. "My little slut" he cooed and Andrew grinned vapidly.

With his hand behind his head he guided him to his waist. Andrew's fingers deftly undid Marty's belt and zipper and licked his lips with anticipation. Out came Marty's cock, brown and long and not yet completely hard. That changed as Andrew took it deep into his mouth. With his hand he rolled it around in his mouth as he ran his tongue up and down the shaft. He slid his mouth up and down Marty's cock, taking it so deep he almost gagged and then just a little deeper. Then he let it slip out so he could lick the tip. Unexpectedly Andrew had a tongue piercing, a metal barbell which he ran over the tip and Marty smiled as the cold metal flickered over his glans.

Marty pushed his head further down and he began to lick the skin between the balls and the anus. Then as the firm pressure, the welcome pressure at the back of his head that told him he was owned and guided by his master he began to perform anilingus.

With loving eagerness he pushed his tongue into Marty's ass. He licked it and sucked at the skin there. And then his girlfriend walked into the hall.

"What the hell?"

Marty looked at her. As he'd predicted she was blond and wore a low cut top which showed a prodigious breasts. "I think you'd better go." He told her coolly. She seemed on the verge of tears. Andrew never looked up, he was otherwise occupied.

"Oh Andrew" she said tears streaming down her face. "How could you?" and she left trying to keep some remnant of dignity as she walked out into the street, tears streaming down her face.

Marty guided Andrew's mouth once more to the attention of his cock. He considered Andrew's reference to ATM machines. He'd come for a withdrawal but it appeared he was going to make a deposit instead. At least at first. And his eyes rolled back in his head as his come exploded down his ex's throat. Who eagerly swallowed and licked his lips to capture any he'd missed.