Foray Into Darkness
He came into the restaurant every night, long after the dinner crowd
had left. It would be one, two in the morning, the place reduced to an
empty gray hole full of nothing. No ambience, no entertainment, no
people…there was no reason for any one to come here, save for the fact
that not many other establishments were open so late.
He would come in, standing out among the few people that were there,
none of the others regulars. But he was there every day, ordering the
same exact thing. An order of tapas, and a mat shooter. The thought
alone made me cringe, but when the waiter came back to me with the
drink order I always served it up. If the guy wanted to get sick it
wasn’t my problem.
I could never get a good look at him, hidden in the shadows as he was.
I know he wore tight black jeans, black boots, and an oversized gray
sweater that still managed to cling to his body while hanging off his
shoulders. He was slim, yet built, the lithe muscles pressing against
their fabric constraints. Jagged bangs shadowed his face, and a long
trail of hair swept down his back and hung limply by his side. I
suspected it was held back in a braid.
I had to admit…I was enraptured. He was a complete mystery, in body
almost as much as in mind.
I came home every night to the rented crawlspace I called an apartment.
It wasn’t, really, just one of those places people rent to sleep in. A
plastic, climate-controlled coffin, about 4x4x9, enough space for you,
a vidphone, and maybe a bag. I came back, climbed into my coffin, and
lay on the foam mat that formed part of its bottom. It never failed, my
hand would find its way towards the bulge in between my legs, and I
would start rubbing against the tented material of my pants. I thought
of him every time. I would unzip myself, reaching in to caress soft
curls and draw my hard shaft out. I would already be wet by then,
trying to figure out what my mystery man looked like, what color eyes
he had, whether his hands would be soft or hard against my skin. I used
the liquids leaking out of me as lubricant, coating my whole shaft as I
hold it in a too tight grip and start pumping myself. I wondered if his
body was as beautiful as its silhouette, what color skin he had. My
cock would be at full attention by then, pointing up towards my
stomach. I would pretend it was his hand, milking me, teasing the vein
running underneath my shaft, the folds of my head. When I imagined his
voice I would push my thumb into the slit, and the sensations would
drive me into completion. My cock would twitch, then pulse, sending jet
after jet of milky cream onto my stomach. I would fall asleep shortly
afterward, only to wake up the next day with my cock stuck to my lower
abdomen. It was a bitch.
He talked to me one day. I remember, as he walked towards me, thinking
that he didn’t get less vague as he came closer, his form remaining
still a shadow in the dark place. His hands, I saw on the counter, were
a pale shade of cream, enhancing long, graceful fingers. He was still a
silhouette, though, hidden by a darkness just out of my reach. He
leaned forward, brushing his cheek against mine fleetingly on his way
to whisper into my ear, and I could feel his eyelashes along my
cheekbone. I had remembered seeing swirls of color underneath those
eyelashes before he got too close…blue, purple, I really wasn’t too
sure. My mind wasn’t working properly at the moment.
“You like to watch me.”
His voice didn’t disappoint. It was smooth and deep, penetrating. When
I didn’t say anything else he chuckled lightly, as if it amused him,
and he licked a trail from my ear down my jaw.
“I can give you more to watch, if you like.”
He left me then, turning to leave the bar, and I could feel the
coolness from where his saliva was evaporating off of my cheek. The
taste of him encouraged me, and I leapt over the bar, intent on finding
him before he was lost into the night.
My first really clear remembrance of that night was when I stepped out
of the bar. I vaguely remember the muted shouts coming from inside,
people telling me to get back behind the bar before they fired my ass,
but I really could have cared less. What really got to me, though, was
the air that hit me as soon as I stepped outside. It was just a breeze,
a little chillier than you would usually find on a given September
night, but it seemed nearly artic as it swirled around me, especially
given that I worked in a hundred degree conditions.
He was standing at the corner, body drenched in darkness. He raised his
face towards me, moonlight glinting off his eyes in silver streaks as
we made eye contact, and I knew. The chase was on.
He disappeared into the shadows, and I could swear I saw a grin as he
turned away. Then my world was reduced to the sound of footsteps
hitting damp pavement, as I followed him into the night. He was always
just a few yards from me, forever hidden from my sight. We made our way
through the sleeping city, the empty gray streets. I chased him through
the fog, through alleyways and up and down staircases. We wound our way
past a thousand corners, me chasing the fall of his boots, not knowing
our destination.
And as suddenly as it had started, it was over. One inconspicuous door,
identical to any other, hidden in some back alley. I heard him stop for
less than a second outside, heard the door open and shut as his
footsteps faded, leaving only echoes to hang in the moist air. Not even
thinking, I found myself running through the portal, tracing his steps.
What awaited for me inside… it was another world.
It was even darker in the strangely large space, if that was possible,
areas lit up by glowing green lights. Multi-leveled platforms jutted
out of the floor, concrete covered in vinyl, and people stood on
display atop them. Hundreds of people, crowded together, dressed in
black leather and lace. Not dancing, not engaging in any kind of sordid
acts, just… standing.
Slightly intimidated, dressed as I was in a t-shirt and jeans, I was
about to leave when something caught in the corner of my eye. A braid,
flying through the masses, and that was the first time I realized his
hair was chestnut brown, almost honeyed in his hues.
So what else could I do? I went after him.
Trying to make my way past the crowds, I wondered how he had glided so
effortlessly through them. I had to stop, occasionally, to pull myself
onto the raised platform, and it was only after I had made my way
through the large space several times that I realized he was gone. Or
at least, lost to me for the night. I had nearly made my way back out
of the place when a hand wrapped itself around my wrist, pulling me
back into the storm of bodies.
“Nice.” It was a nice voice, deep and calm, but it wasn’t His. I felt
some one’s hot breath on the back of my neck, and I turned around to
stare into emerald green eyes, one of them half obscured by a fall of
light brown hair. “But I doubt you really mean to be here.”
A tug on my wrist, and I was being pulled back into the crowd, before
being thrown into the folds of a curtain. I tumbled, a little, finding
myself seated on one side of a booth. Onyx eyes blinked up at me from
across the black velvet table, and the boy from before slid in next to
me.
“What exactly are you doing here?”
“I…” I had no reason to answer him. I didn’t know him, after all. “I
followed some one.”
“Mysterious.”
The onyx eyed boy snickered even as my eyes narrowed.
“I was just about to leave.”
“No, don’t. Who did you follow? An ex-lover? Girlfriend? Maybe we can
help you.”
The other boy nodded. “Barton knows every one here. He likes to analyze
them.”
If I ever fidgeted, I would be fidgeting now. These people were proving
all too strange to me, and I would be having a more pleasant time
without their company. But nonetheless, I was curious. “A boy. My
height. With long chestnut brown hair, pulled into a braid.”
“Duo.”
The named rolled itself through my mind, around my mouth. “Duo.”
“That’s what I said. Any way, he doesn’t like to play with us.”
“Play?” I looked back and forth between Barton and the other boy,
slanted eyes narrowed in a laconic gaze. “What is it you people do?”
Trowa waved his hand around in a casual gesture, looking bored. “We’re
vampires.”
“Vampires aren’t real.”
“We’re real.” It was the second sentence the other boy had spoken. He
caught my questioning stare, nodding his head. “Chang Wufei.”
“Heero.”
Wufei’s lips wound up in a small, amused smile. “Heero, have you ever
tasted of human blood?”
“It’s very…sensual.”
“It’s sick.” I got up to leave, blocked as Barton placed a hand on my
shoulder and pushed me back down.
“You’re just saying that because you don’t know.”
That’s when he kissed me. Firm yet gentle lips pressed against mine,
and I would have pulled away in shock and disgust if the whole thing
didn’t feel so damn good. Then I felt something moist try to press
between my lips, and I parted them to allow Barton’s tongue admittance.
It delved into my mouth, caressing my own tongue as I pressed back. It
was my first kiss, believe it or not. Any way, I was getting really
into it when he moved his tongue out, moving his lips to caress my
lower one. And then he bit down. I could taste metallic wisps as some
blood seeped onto my tongue, but he was lapping most of it up, sucking
at the small wounds. Wufei’s voice whispered in my ear, and I wondered
when he had moved so close.
“Imagine this. A steel blade pressed against soft skin, the danger
inherent in such a situation. One small movement of the wrist and the
blade cuts, not deeply, but enough. It breaks the skin, cutting across
the surface, red liquid following in its wake. And that liquid spilling
out isn’t just a mixture of compounds and molecules. It’s life. Draw
the blade too deep, and you can kill a man. It’s an amazingly erotic
act, knowing the danger of the situation, trusting that it won’t come
to that, drinking the life force of another person. Really, you’re
possessing some one in the most intimate way, even more so than in sex.
Don’t you think?”
I pulled back, breaking up the kiss, my breath coming in pants. I
lifted a hand to wipe off the blood trailing lightly down my chin. “I’m
leaving.”
And I did. They only snickered as I left, Wufei fingering the blade
that had appeared on the table, red droplets appearing on his
fingertips. I stepped out into the night, feeling again the strange
coldness that I had first stepped out into, and I made my way home. I
was tired and disoriented. I had probably lost my job. Sighing as I
entered the complex, I climbed up to the level my cubicle was in,
sliding open the hatch to crawl in. I closed the entrance again,
letting my eyes adjust to the almost total darkness as I slid onto the
foam mat. That’s when I realized I wasn’t the only person in there.
“It took you long enough to get back here.” He was leaning casually
against the far end of the coffin, legs slightly bent to accommodate
the small width, braid trailing down to rest by his thighs. I rolled
over onto my stomach, reaching out to feel his cheek, making sure I
wasn’t hallucinating. It felt soft, and warm.
“How did you find me?”
“I can do a lot of things, Heero.”
I sat up and inched closer to him, reveling in the feeling of his flesh
against my palm. I kept brushing his cheek, nestling my fingers into
the soft brown of his hair. His eyes stared back at me evenly, a
thousand shades of blue and purple glowing with an almost unnatural
light. He lifted a hand, pressing fingertips against the bite marks on
my lip.
“Did you have fun at the club?”
I shrugged. “Are you one of them?”
“No. I’m not.” Even as he spoke he pushed me back down onto the mat, my
legs spread and him sitting in between. “Why? Have you developed a
blood fetish?”
His tongue lapped at the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck, and as
he pressed down against me I could feel his hard length against my
stomach. “I don’t understand the appeal.”
His hand reached down, and I heard the audible clicking of a zipper.
For one fleeting moment I wondered if this was what I really wanted, my
first time with a complete stranger, but when his fingers wrapped
around me I realized it didn’t matter. I was too far gone to stop it
now. He stroked me, long graceful fingers running up and down my
length, even as he explained. “It’s simple really. Vampires seem to be
a highly romanticized legend in modern society. They’re the only facet
of horror even remotely connected to sexuality. Those people you met
may not live forever, they may not die if they go out into the
sunlight, but they can drink blood and pretend. Make believe they’re
something greater than they are…legends, sex symbols, all in their own
right. That’s where the appeal comes from.”
I moaned, arching into his touch, his words reduced to sensations of
air moving along the side of my face and down my neck. He let go of me
then, moving back, and I was surprised when I heard myself whimper at
the loss. He smirked, peeling my jeans off and tossing them in the
corner.
“Do you like to be top or bottom?” He moved up my body, kissing me on
the lips for the first time as he awaited my answer. It was strangely
sweet, that kiss, just a gentle pressure that was gone as soon as it
was given. It was unassuming and unpretentious, just… a kiss.
“I… I don’t know.”
“You’ve never done this before. You get to be bottom then.”
He looked me over than, and I was surprised once again when I felt
myself embarrassing slightly. I wasn’t wearing anything but a tight
t-shirt at this point, my cock hard and pointed upwards, while he was
still wearing all his clothes.
“Take off your shirt. I want to see all of you.”
Well… I guess I would soon be completely naked in front of him. I
reached down, grabbing the bottom of my t-shirt before lifting it off.
I tossed it away to join my forgotten jeans, blushing for maybe the
first time in my life.
“Mmm. Very nice.”
“Do I get to see you as well?”
He just chuckled. “I think I like us the way we are now… you, spread
and wanton, me, domineering and… well… fully clothed. I don’t suppose
you have any lube.”
I shook my head a little as he reached down to pull open his zipper,
drawing himself out. He was completely hard as well, and more than a
little wet. Pre-cum shone on the slit in his head, and used his thumb
to try to spread it over his cock. “That’s too bad. It’s going to hurt
like a bitch then.”
I didn’t have any complaints. He took a hand, teasing my ball sac
before moving downwards toward my anus. I shivered slightly as his
finger found my hole, running circles around it, but I though I was
doing a pretty good job of keeping my body under control. That all flew
out the window, though, when he forced that finger inwards. My whole
body jerked at the intrusion, and I couldn’t help the wince that formed
on my face.
“It gets better.”
He whispered it in my ear, and I relaxed a little as he trailed kisses
up and down the side of my face. His finger kept moving within me,
forming a now pleasant sensation that I was quickly getting used to.
All to soon he drew the finger out, and I felt what must have been the
head of his cock nudging against my entrance.
“Ready?”
It made me laugh, inwardly, that he would ask when he would have done
it any way. A second later he was forcing his way inside of me, and my
fingers were vainly trying to grip the hard foam beneath them. I
cringed as he entered me, inch by inch, until he was fully seated. I’d
be lying if I said it didn’t hurt like hell. After a moment he pulled
nearly all the way out, than thrust back into me, a quick, hard
movement that hit against something inside of me. Waves of ecstasy
poured through my body, I arched up to drive myself deeper onto him.
“Oh, God.”
He chuckled lightly, pistoning in and out of me. My whole world at that
moment was comprised of sounds of flesh hitting flesh, soft pants, and
Duo’s cock moving violently inside of me. Just as I felt a crescendo
building in my groin his hand moved over my cock, moving in rhythm with
his thrusts. That drove me over the edge, waves of pleasure shooting
out through my body as my cock emptied stream upon stream of cum. I was
vaguely aware of Duo coming inside of me a few seconds later, wet fluid
coating my insides.
He collapsed on top of me then, panting and sweaty, and his cock slid
from my body. I collected myself, evening out my breath before I
attempted conversation. I brushed his bangs out of his face, tucking
them behind his ears, and lifted his eyes to meet mine.
“Why?”
He blinked sleepy eyes at me before rolling over to my side and pulling
me into a loose embrace. His arms fell over my waist, the wool of his
sweater itchy against my skin. I could feel him nuzzling into my neck.
“I find myself drawn to you.”
“But why the chase? Why not just meet me here?”
He licked his way over my throat, giving his answer in between kisses
and swirls of the tongue. “It was something of a prelude.”
“Prelude?”
I could feel him smile against my skin. “Do you know why I dislike
people like Barton and Chang? They’re just children playing make
believe. They have no idea what it’s like to need to take others’ lives
in order to survive, to really hunger for something like blood.”
“Duo?”
“They have no inkling at all of what it’s like to be me.”
Those words were the last thing I was aware of before I felt two sharp
fangs puncture the skin at my neck. My last thought, however, flew back
to Barton and Chang, and the fact that the whole experience was indeed…
amazingly erotic. And then, my world went black.
~owari~