Munchula

"Son of a bitch!"

I sighed, glaring at the phone in frustration. Of all the nights for some sick fuck to ruin, it had to be Halloween. Instead of staying at home watching horror movies with my lover cuddled in my arms and pigging out on candy, I'd be working the unit. I wouldn't be able to dress up and give out candy, [my only really well kept secret], but at least I had some sort of consolation: John would be there, too. We'd sift through the mess together, even if we would have rather spent the night as previously planned.

My shift at the unit started in a little less than an hour, but since it takes so damn long to get there I had to get ready. I dropped my candy off with my neighbor, chatted for a moment, then went back to my apartment, immediately stripping in the hopes that I could catch a very quick shower. I was just getting my towels when I heard a light knock on my door. It almost sounded hesitant.

"The candy's with 43B," I yelled, figuring it was trick-or-treaters. There was no response.

Rude, I thought then heard the knock again just as I was about to turn the shower on. Definitely a hesitant knock. Or maybe a very small kid.

Thinking they hadn't heard me, I threw my sweatpants and tee back on, and grumbled my way into the living room, unlocking the deadbolt and opening the door to find-

"Trick or treat?" The phrase was uttered as a question not a demand, and a weak one at that, the voice close to cracking. It belonged to my partner and passion, John Munch, who, at the moment, happened to be dressed in a Dracula costume. He seemed little uneasy about it. The black pants, the white high-collared shirt, the long, black cape... Nice pointy teeth and slicked hair, too. The single element that had Dracula coming off more Los Angeles than Trannsylvania was John's trademark tinted glasses. Come rain or sleet, better or worse, they were there. I was the only one lucky enough to see the rich green forest beneath on any kind of regular basis.

"Treat, most definitely." He eased up at that. I smiled and appraised his garb, then looked at him. "What are you supposed to be, little boy?"

He frowned, looked himself over, then back up to me. I was trying hard not to laugh at the apparition in front of me. "You're kidding, right?" The fake Dracula teeth were muffling his speech, but it sounded as if he was losing some of his shyness about the ensemble. My laugh broke out, mostly at the fact that he looked so damn cute, a word I would have never before linked directly to Jonathan Munch. He could always surprise me. "Aren't you a little old to be trick-or-treating?"

"Actually, you have no idea what I've been through in the last 25 minutes." He pushed past me to walk into my apartment, and I closed the door behind him cursing the length of the cape. I hated anything that covered up his lower, lower back.

"I didn't invite you in, you know."

"Ahhh, but I've been here before." he said, picking up the accent again. I laughed again, harder than before. It was a very bad Lagosi impersonation.

As I leaned up against the door watching him, I noticed he was carrying a full garbage bag. He took out the fake teeth. "I had to change in the public bathroom at the park next door," he started, refering to the bag. "-so I wouldn't get looks from the cab driver on the way over. Little kids literally stopped to look at me on my way up here. I had no idea dressing up was reserved strictly for those not allowed to drink or vote or even get into the top cupboard."

"Well, it's not," I said crossing my arms over my chest. "But the kids know that most old men walking around in costumes are perverted geezers."

As always, he lets the comment on his age go by, and I wonder briefly if it bothers him. "And actually purchasing this thing was like suddenly becoming a masochist." He shook his head wistfully. "Ah, the pure and euphonious days of youth. It'd be nice to dress up like this and once again seem rational."

Rational? Things I hadn't been thinking of fifteen minutes ago were suddenly becoming very rational. But why was this turning me on? Did I have some bizarre Anne Rice thing going on? I licked my lips and shifted against the door. "Why'd you do it?"

He dropped the bag on the floor and put the plastic fangs back in, walking up to me, suddenly serious and completely brazen.

So much for the unease. As his glasses slipped half an inch down the bridge of his nose, I caught the heated and lusty look in his eyes, which in turn caught my breath. That same fiery look that always turned my mind and stomach into warm mush, mixed with the brand new and utterly ridiculous costume... Well, it was confusing my senses. I didn't know whether to laugh or pull him close.

He made any future decision and, in fact, any future thought, from me useless as he grabbed my arms and pushed them over my head, successfully pinning them to the door. His face moved out of view as he moved slowly to my neck, and I sighed, closing my eyes in anticipation. Of what I knew not. I had enough time before he reached his objective to think that if all of Dracula's victims felt this tingly and sexually aware before he made them into his willing slaves, then everyone should be so lucky.

A second later I felt the dulled plastic of the fangs lightly pierce my neck, sharp to the sensitive skin. I breathed in a shuddery breath, and felt his tongue flicker out to taste the skin. "Mmmm... I vant to suck you." I closed my eyes as his hands grazed down my arms and shoulders to my chest, leaving a tickling trail aching for more.

"You got it wrong," I started, trying to catch my breath and steady my nerves. His fingers were driving me a little nuts, playing with my nipples through the fabric of my shirt, which now felt to harsh against the hardening nubs. "It's 'I want to suck your blood', John." The 'John' came out in a squeak as he pinched and pulled at one of my sensitive tips.

"Ahhh, so you don't know who I'm supposed to be."

I frowned, opening my heavy eyelids. "Yes, I do."

He pulled back, eyes meeting mine. "Who am I?" he whispered.

I swallowed thickly. "Dracula."

He shook his head very slowly. "Nope." He moved back to my neck, biting harder with the faux fangs, then licking the spots where he had no doubt left marks. "Dracula wants blood," he said into my ear, voice low in timber, then bit down on the tender lobe. "I'm Munchula." He took his teeth out and pulled back to meet my stare again, this time his eyes were sparkling. "Munchula lives off a different kind of fluid." My heart jumped at these last words and he kissed me for the first time that night, pressing hard and passionate against my lips. He pulled away with my bottom lip clamped gently in his teeth. Letting it go, he began to outline the top lip with his long, sensuous tongue. I opened for him and he dove in, pulling my tongue helplessly into his mouth and massaging with his own, sucking on it, closing his lips around it.

I moaned, deep and loud. My eyes shut tight, I dared to grind my aching groin to his hips. His hand found its way past the waistband of my sweatpants and moved straight to cup and massage my testicles. "I love how you never wear underwear at home." The hand then moved to wrap itself around my hardening steel, and began to pull and push, both easing and adding to the agony.

I grabbed him around his waist with one arm pulling him aggressively to me and cupped the back of his head with the other hand. I drew him to my mouth on impulse and coerced my tongue inside, licking every ridge and bump, every fragment, marking it as my own territory. He tried to pull away, but that only increased my desire, making my struggle for total command all the more potent. He finally succumbed to me, letting me take him, but not without a price. He continued to siphon me using my precum as lubricant, and I could feel his other hand relocate to grab and knead my ass. Blood rushed to my head causing my senses to heighten and my heartbeat to rocket. He slowly dipped his finger between the two cheeks and rubbed the hidden ring of muscle, forcing a violent shudder of need to wreck through my body. I cried out into his mouth, and broke away, gasping his name as loudly as I could.

"Turn around." He whispered with a grate that was audible even then, and his previously occupied hand vacated the premises.

"Please," I begged, refusing to open my eyes. "Don't stop." I desperately pushed my hips to him and dropped my hand to grasp blindly for his, hoping to restore it to its proper place.

He grabbed onto my hips and helped to spin me around until I was pressed flat up against the door, my erection rubbing incessantly against the wooden barrier, the only thing between me and the outside world. I was ready to dry hump the damn thing. He dropped my pants to puddle around my ankles and spread my cheeks. I pressed my forehead up against the door, panting hard. "John."

"Munchula." He reminded me and I felt a hot, wet object flicker across my anus. I grabbed at any hold I could find on the door, realizing he what was doing and why. This was purely for me. Teasing me, but trying to satisfy me at the same time.

"Please, John... Let me have you."

"Not enough time," he whispered, and I felt his hand grab my cock, finger playing with the head, making my whole body shake with longing. He trailed quick, dry kisses sweetly over my butt. "Just let me take care of this, Oda, love."

As if the physical torment wasn't bad enough, he had to call me that.

With such said, his tongue thrust itself within my hot and tight cavern, driving itself past the tight ring of muscle and then moved back but not all the way out. I couldn't think, couldn't speak, all I could do was feel his hand milking my cock, and his tongue making harsh and fast love to me. I pounded the door once with my fist, needing release and about to get it.

That goddamn tounge, in and out, in and out, in and-

"Oh, John... I, oh, God... I'm coming."

He took his tongue out of my ass, and turned me unstably around once more, taking my iron into his mouth and sucking on the head. I almost screamed at the oh, so sweet pressure, but instead grabbed his head. I looked down and was greeted by the sight of my lover on his knees with my most sensitive area almost completely engulfed. Feeling like all I wanted to do was fuck his mouth and hard, I managed to restrain myself with small but eager pumps. I started to whimper unintelligibly, running my hands harshly through his hair.

Then I felt it. Oh lord, did I feel that.

Where'd he learn to...

"Sh-Shit!" Vibration coming from John's mouth, and exploding through my entire body. I was sure that if the blood wasn't roaring through my ears right that second, I'd hear a little melodious buzz coming from him. As soon as he dropped his octave, that pleasing little buzz turned into a full out rumble and I felt myself stiffen and empty, orgasming into his mouth. He took it all without another sound.

After a moment of an odd number of little spasms, my hand loosened its relentless grip on my lover's scalp, and I felt everything in me turn to jelly. He released my softening member from his warm cove and stood up, pulling my sweatpants back on and helping me in my weakened state as he always does.

My hot and sweaty body wanted nothing more than the comfort of holding his, so I grabbed onto him. His arms pushed under mine to wrap tightly around my ribs, his face burying itself deeply into my neck. I noticed that he was trying to slow his breathing and at the same time felt his partial erection against my thigh. My forefingers forged a quick, butterfly light path down the cool satin of the cape and stopped to cup his nice, bony little butt.

Unfortunately, though not surprisingly, he read my mind. "I wish we had time, believe me, but we don't. We're already going to be a little late."

"Was worth it though." He laughed, snuggling closer, and I took the opportunity to rub his lower back, a place that is forever sore with endless tension. I smiled at the appreciative moan that I received and it vibrates through my shoulder, reminding me of a mere minute ago. "Maybe we can head to your place after work and pick up where this left off."

"Who are you going to be? Finkenstien?"

I growled. "Try the Wolfman."

FIN