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Secret Desires - Part 2 (*slash*)
For disclaimers and such, see part one.
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~HUNTER'S POV~
I yawn and stretch as I step outside of my office. Looking around at the peaceful setting, I can't imagine ever
returning to the big city again. I breath in a lung full of the fresh air and smile. Prosperity has been good for my
health and my mental state of being. You might say that my whole life has changed drastically for the better.
I no longer have to face drug dealers, rapists, and murderers every day. Hell, the major complication of my day is
deciding if I want a slice of Molly's apple pie or a slice of Matt's pecan pie.
I look around and realize just how lucky I am. I whistle happily as I head towards Matt's diner, the only place
open this early in the morning.
It'll be another good hour before the town comes to life, but in the meantime, I'm craving a cup of Matt's fresh
brewed coffee.
As I near the small diner, the smell of fresh brewed coffee and bread baking assaults my sense of smell. I'm so
engrossed that I didn't realize that I was being watched.
I stop as I catch a glimpse of someone. Turning, I see the new store owner sitting on his porch and staring at me
intently. He is leaning back in a huge hand-carved wooden chair with his feet propped up casually on the white
railing that surrounds the porch.
'Damn,' I sigh under my breath. I realize that it is my duty as sheriff to introduce myself. I guess my coffee will have
to wait.
As I approach him, I realize that he is even larger than I had first thought. My heart beats faster as I realize that he
is smiling at me. "Good morning, Sheriff Helmsley," he says casually as if he's known me all my life.
"Morning, Mr....?"
"Callaway," he quickly replies. "Marcus Callaway."
"Nice to meet you. I think you will really enjoy living in Prosperity," I reply, not offering to ascend the stairs as the
uneasiness in my stomach grew. The guy gave me the creeps with his intense stares.
"I'm sure I will," he whispers with a slight smirk. "May I interest you in some shopping today, sheriff?" He asks
with a slight smirk.
"No. No, thank you," I quickly retort, confident that he has nothing to offer me in his store of antiques.
"Are you sure?" He asks with a larger smirk. "I might be able to help you in obtaining you most secret desire," he
whispers with a wink as he motions to something across the street.
I turn as if I'm in slow motion to see what he is looking at. A gasp catches in my throat as I see Kurt standing at
the door to our office. Kurt sees us and waves.
'Fuck!' I scream inside of my head. I whirl around and Marcus is looking at me with an all-knowing smile.
"Sure you're not interested?" He asks with a wink.
"No!" I gasp as I turn to leave, stumbling on a rock that I swear wasn't there a minute ago.
His faint chuckles echo in my ear as I feel the heat in my cheeks grow hotter.
I don't dare look back.
How did he know that I had "feelings" for Kurt? No one knew!
~MARCUS' POV~
I chuckle as the slightly dazed and confused sheriff quickly distances himself from me. I have a feeling that I'm
really going to enjoy playing mind games with him. His resistance is sweet, but his seduction is inevitable.
I sigh as I look around the small peaceful town. The complete corruption and destruction of this peaceful
community is just what I need to relieve some of my stress and frustration. You might say, it's just what the doctor
ordered.
Even the devil needs a couple of days of relaxation and fun away from the furnaces of hell. Torturing souls for an
eternity can be exasperating and sometimes boring work. Sometimes, I just need to get away and enjoy the
corruption of a fresh batch of innocents.
I smile as I look at the heavens, sensing a rumble in the distant sky. "Don't get made. It was you that gave them
free will. All I do is suggest, and what they do with that suggestion is up to them."
I duck as two large white doves suddenly appear and dive at me, almost knocking me out of my chair. But I'm
always quick on my feet and I land upright. I glare at the two birds managing to singe their pure white feathers
before they disappear back into the bright light. "Temper. Temper," I whisper to the sky as I enter my domain and
wait for my first victim. I mean .......customer.
Step into my parlor the spider whispers to the flies.
~ADAM COPELAND'S POV~
I rush along as I glance at my watch. Fuck. I told Terry that I would be at the garage at sunrise to help him
overhaul Mrs. Johnson's car. He's going to be pissed.
I sigh as I remember how pale and frail my brother, Jason, looked this morning. I wish that I had the money to
send him to the big city for treatment, but I don't. Not that I don't love him, but sometimes I wish that he had been
born to another family.
I look up at the door to the new shop and see the sign that reads....Open.
Secret Desires?
What kind of name is that for a store, especially one run by a man? I smirk as I shake my head, remembering how
he had rode into town last night and caused such a stir.
I'm almost by the shop, when something in the window catches my eye.
I stop and stare at the male mannequin in the huge bay window. The leather pants and jacket it's wearing draws
me closer. I look closer and see that the thin silvery shirt underneath is see through.
I glance around to make sure none of my fellow townsmen see me as I slowly climb the creaky steps to the porch.
I stand in front of the window and press my face to it, admiring it. I glance down at my old worn jeans and frown.
They are so full of holes and covered in oil and grease stains that I'm ashamed to be seen in them. But then again, I
have no choice. The money that I make at the garage barely puts a roof over our head and food on the table.
I've always wanted to wear leather. To dress up and be sexy. Maybe then, someone would notice me.
I glance at the fine print at the bottom of the window.
"Payment plans available."
It couldn't hurt to look, could it?
Cautiously, I walk to the door and turn the handle. I step inside and look around. No one is in sight. It's so early,
maybe he forgot to turn the sign around.
"Hello," I call out. "Is anyone here?"
No answer. The house is silent as a tomb, but I get the eerie sensation that I'm being watched.
Shaking off the shiver that runs down my back, I slowly make my way to the window and start to admire the outfit
closer.
I reach out and touch the jacket. The leather is cool and smooth underneath my fingertips.
"It would look very sexy on you," a deep male voice whispered in my ear, startling me.
I whirl around and end up in the shopkeepers huge muscular, tattooed arms. He chuckles as he looks down at me.
"Sorry," he whispers. "I didn't mean to frighten you."
I pull away, flinching at how warm he was. "I didn't see anyone...the sign said open.....and I came in," I mumble
nervously, my voice starting to tremble as I stand before the huge man. His mere presence sent chills down my
spine, but amongst my fear, my cock sprang to life.
"It's quite alright. My name is Marcus Callaway," he whispered as he starts to remove the jacket from the
mannequin, handing it to me. "Try it on," he whispers.
"I......ummmm.......how much is it?" I manage to ask, knowing that I could never afford it, but too damn proud to
admit it to this stranger.
"Try it on and then we'll discuss your payment," he whispers softly, seductively, but something in his eyes made me
nervous.
"Ok," I whispered as he proceeded to take the items off the mannequin and hand them to me. "It probably won't
fit," I whisper as I try to reason with myself.
He chuckles.
"I have a feeling that it was made especially for you," he replies with a smirk.
Nervously, I entered the small, narrow dressing room. I breathed a sigh of relief to just be away from his powerful
presence. But was I really? Mr. Callaway was waiting just outside of the curtain like some kind of hungry vulture.
"You alright, Adam?" He asks concerned.
The curtains to the dressing room rustles and I almost drop the clothes as I realize that I never told him my name.
"Just fine," I gasp.
Fuck. Am I in the twilight zone?
No.
I'm being paranoid.
I must have told him my name.
I had to tell him my name.
I quickly change into the outfit and I'm completely surprised as it fits perfectly. He was right. It was made for me.
The leather pants are a little snug, but they show off my curves perfectly.
Amazed, I step outside of the dressing room to look at myself in the huge mirror that I had seen by the entrance,
forgetting that "he" was out there.
"My, you look good enough to eat," he growls, licking his lips hungrily.
I shivered as I realized that he meant it literally.
I watch him nervously as he comes to stand behind me. I can feel his warm breath on the back of my neck as his
fingers releases the band holding my long blond hair in ponytail. He grins as he allows it to splay loosely on my
shoulders. "So beautiful," he whispers in my ear, nibbling softly at it. "You want me, don't you?"
I hold my breath as his hand caresses my shoulders, smoothing the leather. I moan as his large hands glide
downwards 'til they reach my waist. One hand splays on my abdomen, pulling me backwards against his huge
body, while the other caresses the curve of my hips. "Yes," I gasp.
He leans in and starts to place soft kisses along the nape of my neck. A moan of pleasure escapes my slightly
parted lips. I want to pull away. I want to run, but it's almost as if I'm in a trance. His trance.
The more my mind screams to run, the more my body leans back into his strong embrace.
I hear a soft chuckle escape his throat as he starts to undo my pants, the sound of a zipper being unzipped echoed
in the stillness of the room.
"It's been awhile since I had such a tasty morsel," he growls as he slowly pushes them down my long thighs.
Before I know what is happening, I'm being forced to lean over a huge wooden table with images of demons and
monsters carved into it. For a brief moment, I swear they are laughing at me.
It is when his huge hands cup and squeeze the globes of my ass when I realize in horror that my backside is fully
exposed to him. His for the taking. I try to raise up, but his fingers dig in deeper, holding me down.
I feel him yanking the jacket off, but I don't.....can't resist. Hell, what is wrong with me? I've never been with a
man before, but I want him. I want this.
It's so hot in here.
I moan as his hands slowly slide up my abdomen and torso like two giant snakes, pushing up the shirt. I whimper
helplessly as he tugs and pinches at my two very sensitive nipples.
"Do you want me?" He growls. "Do you give yourself freely to me?"
He grinds his hips forward, and I feel his hot, huge cock as it presses against my entrance. "Yes," I moan, grinding
my hips backwards.
He chuckles once again. "Then I shall take what you offer so freely," he growls as he presses closer, enfolding me
into his arms, his darkness. "You'll be screaming my name for an eternity."
As he rams into me, he forces my head back and covers my mouth with his, stifling my screams of pain as he
impales me on his huge shaft.
After a few moments, the pain passes and is replaced by something else. As he angles his thrusts for my pleasure
spot, my body trembles and he releases my mouth.
"So tight. So pure," he growls lustfully.
Unable to form a single word, I just moan and whimper as he fucks me practically through the table.
As his huge body presses me against the table, I feel so hot as if a roaring furnace had been lit in the room. He
sucks hungrily on my neck, with occasional nips to my shoulder, as his thrusts become harder and faster.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see our silhouette on the far wall, but the shadow that is being cast from him isn't that
of a human. It's a monster with horns and......
I yelp as he pulls my head back and kisses me roughly once again, not allowing me to look at the shadows.
"Adam!" He roars as he jerks his hips and I'm suddenly feel a heated burst of semen as it sprays my insides.
I gasp as I feel the heat of it. "IT'S BURNING ME!" I gasp in pain as I try to wiggle way from it's source. I feel
his cock twitching as it continues to pumps his seed deep inside of me.
He chuckles as he grips my hips and holds me still, allowing the rest of his seed to flow into me. "Don't be stupid,
boy. It's only semen."
I quickly silence as I claw at the table, biting my bottom lip in pain. Surprised as the heat inside of me fades. I
suddenly feel very foolish.
I lay across the table with him pressed against my back for several minutes. Finally, he pulls himself up and out of
me.
As he pulls out, I feel an immediate emptiness as some of his seed trickle down my inner thighs.
I can imagine how wanton I look as I lay there with my legs parted wide, my naked, sore ass in the air, my pants
at my ankles, and my shirt pushed up to my nipples.
As I slowly push myself upwards, I glance at him, blushing deeply.
"So, do you still want the outfit?" He asks as he helps me slip out of the leather and back into my old clothes.
I wince in pain as the soreness in my backside makes itself known as I get a quick glimpse of his huge cock that I
just had up my ass moments before. A gasp escapes my throat. The huge mushroom head was still leaking.
I blushed even more when he caught me looking at it. "Did you like me fucking you, Adam?" He asks with a smirk.
I want to die then and there. What could I say?
"Yes," I whisper, embarrassed.
"Good." He walks over and tilts my chin up. "Sex is nothing to be embarrassed about. I have a feeling you will be
getting more than you can handle very soon. Now, do you want the outfit?"
"I can't afford it," I finally admit, bowing my head once again.
He chuckles. "Then it's on me."
"What?"
"It's yours.....for a small favor," he whispers.
I shiver at the idea of what the favor would be. Maybe a night in his bed?
"Favor?" I ask nervously, but secretly hoping that I would see him again and soon.
"I'm having a party tonight and I'd like you to come. You can bring your little brother, Jason, with you," he
whispers as he pulls my t-shirt down over my head.
"Ok," I whisper. That didn't sound so bad.
"But I want you to wear this outfit," he growls as he pulls me in for another kiss before he places the leather outfit
in a bag for me.
"Why do you want me to bring Jason?" I ask, suddenly realizing that I hadn't even told him that I had a brother.
"I make it a point to know everything about my neighbors," he whispers with a faint smile as he hands me the bag.
As he slowly ushers me out the front door, I feel nauseous. What have I gotten myself into?
I glance back at him as I make my way down the steps, wincing as I can still feel him inside of me.
I still can't believe that I let him fuck me.
I glance at the garage and Terry is standing outside with his arms on his chest, and he looks pissed.
Fuck. I'm over two hours late.
Where had the time went?
I clutch the bag under my arm as I run to where Terry stands.
~TERRY'S POV~
I frown as I see Adam exit the new shop. I don't like the looks that the new shopkeeper and him are sharing.
Much too intimate.
Well if that asshole thinks that he can ride his harley in here and take Adam away from me, he was wrong.
Dead wrong.
He was close to being a dead man.
Adam was going to be my bitch. He would be spreading those long legs for me, no one else.
I had hired Adam, when no one else would. A high school dropout didn't have a chance around here, much less
the city. It didn't help that Adam was always into trouble as he tried to protect his younger brother, Jason. I had
kept a roof over their head and food in their mouth.
"I'm sorry," Adam gasped as he stood before me.
I frowned as I noticed that his face was slightly flushed and that a faint scent of sex surrounded him.
The shopkeeper was a dead man!
Adam was mine.
~MARCUS' POV~
I smile as I see Adam run to his boss and soon-to-be lover.
I see the hatred and rage on Terry's face as he realizes that I've laid claim to the beautiful Adam. "His" Adam.
Chuckling, I pull out my black book and painstakingly scribble Adam's name into it.
Now that I have older brother, I think it's time to claim the younger brother......Jason.
Sweet. Innocent. Virginal Jason.
Mine.
I'll take away his pain for a small price. One which he can easily repay by warming my bed.
I smile as I hear the stairs creak.
Another...customer.
~MATT'S POV~
I stare at the motorcycle that is the center bay window. I noticed it a few minutes ago when I was serving coffee to
the sheriff.
It can't be his.
It was over a year ago that he died.
It's just not possible.
"May I help you?" A male voice whispers from behind me.
"Yes," I stutter nervously. "Where did you get this motorcycle?"
He smiles as he ponders his answer. "A real cute little thing with purple and green hair."
I pale and stumble backwards at his answer.
No.
It can't be Jeff's. He died a year ago.
The motorcycle was destroyed.
I shiver as the wind picks up and soft whispers assault my ears.
"Matt, save me."
I feel myself passing out. This can't be happening.
Before I hit the hard, wood surface of the porch, strong arms pick me up and carry me inside.
"You're in good hands, Matthew," the shopkeeper whispers with a smirk.
Did I tell him my name?
~TBC~
