by James Brock
Well fuck a duck were WE having fun!
Panting, touching, giggling we slowly untangled ourselves and fell back up onto the bed, I did go to the bathroom and unscrolled the condom, tossing it into the small container I would empty ASAP. Marta the housekeeper did EVERYTHING for me BUT that little chore. NO WAY was she taking care of that business. Bad enough she did my sheets.
We showered, I found robes and we rummaged in the kitchen (if Marta were there that would NOT have happened) for snacks. I was grossed out when he grabbed a cold, rare-ugh!-steak someone had not finished and all but swallowed it whole with a smack of his lips. Shuddering at his taste (bad in food, good in guys, though) we wandered back out to the pool where we settled in for a long make out session, stroking at each other’s thickening cocks beneath the soft material of the robes. We paused long enough to take a couple of tokes before I spoke again.
“Go back upstairs,” I finally murmured as I stroked a finger along the edge of the soft scruffy beard growing along Cole’s strong chin.
“Naw, I gotta go,” probably had to work in the morning and it was a long drive back to Hartford. He’d be tired as fuck in the morning while I slept in. I tried to think of a nice way to get him at least back upstairs to get some clothes for him.
Going back into the laundry room we pulled his still warm clothes from the dryer. I leaning against a counter I thought it was nearly as sexy to watch him dress as it was un dressing him in the pool. He didn’t bother tucking the shirt in but did roll up the sleeves, exposing his sexy hair covered forearms. Leg’s, ass and a sexy trail down his chest followed furry, sexy suit. I was half hard just watching the reverse burlesque.
“Here,” he said with that wide, crooked grin as he fished a now tattered (and still wet) card from his wallet, “call me.” I looked at the card and realized I would not need to find a way to get Cole upstairs for a hand me down of clothes. And that while he would probably be tired as fuck the next morning that he would be sleeping it off in a suite bigger than mine.
Cole, Harris, Harris Family Enterprises was printed on the card. The Harris place made Lavender Hill look tiny, which it was not.
“Fuck. Your Chip’s kid brother,” I moaned. Chip and I had bounced around at the same schools our whole lives. Cole being two years younger (but of age!) it was rare we saw each other. He had still been in lower school while I was in my own upper classes. Last time I had seen him he was a gangly thing in braces out on a soccer field I didn’t give a second glance. Chip, frankly, was not my cup of anything; mean and a bully I pretty much had avoided him whenever I could while Cole had hit the gene lottery in that family and he seemed like a nice guy on top of that. And no wonder he hadn’t flinched when I gave him the general area of the state I lived in when we left the club.
“Half brother. We don’t have the same mother’s.” Rich bloodlines can be very confusing and I knew that there had been some marriages over on that hunk ‘a land and this was the result. Turning the dry hat around so the brim was at the back of his head Cole dropped to his knees and swallowed my by then hard cock again, taking it to the base while I moaned and slid my hands along the edge of the counter, moaning as the robe fell open and he worked the magic of that mouth! Those lips! Rough gym calloused hands working their way up the length of the back of my legs to MY ass until I was nearing completion, pulling out and fisting my load out onto the smooth tile of the laundry room floor as he looked up at me with those sexy brown eyes.
I would be calling him without question.
Chapter Three
And I did see Cole, breaking out every time we got together. His family had dog’s so he was infused with their smell and hair-but he was so hot how could I not see him over that? I just slammed a vial of the big B. and we got it on like Donkey Kong…and I do love dogs (and cats and birds and all things pet like, just was never allowed any due to the allergy thing) and part of me was coming to love Cole. He knew how to dress when we needed to do something formal and as we know from the last chapter he certainly knew how to strip down as well. He was funny and fun and the closest I’d had to a boyfriend for a long time.
We even talked about taking the step of becoming an item but decided that between the howl his family would put up at an openly gay son (us trustfundies do have some things to fear: the IRS and internal intolerance among them) we made a pact that while we could hang I (and screw like bunnies!) that a relationship wasn’t in the cards. And I suspect that the fact that I broke out in hives every time I got near the kid may have had something to do with that decision but we didn’t talk about that.
“Keepin’ an eye on you, though,” the sexy guy said with a wink as he dropped a kiss on my cheek then settled the cap onto the back of his head before slamming that raggedy old car into gear and peeling out on the driveway.
After Cole left I went for a swim. I’d only made a few laps then stretched out on the pool deck. I was still a little high, I’d finished that joint, relaxing in the warmth of the night when I felt a familiar itch. Fuck. My whole life I’d been plagued with allergies. Cat, dog, grass (the lawn kind, thankfully not the smoking kind), pretty much everything was suspect. I knew the signs and groaned, scrabbling my fingers over the red blotches forming on my thighs when I heard a noise. Not a normal neighborhood noise (read rich noise: pool pump, crystal tinkling, lobster shells cracking) this was more of a gargling/strangling sound.
Lifting my head up I peered around and saw nothing then took a look through the hole in the fence I’d never let the designers repair. There was just something comforting about being able to see over to Ash’s house like I had when I was younger. There was movement over there, even in the dim lighting I could see something darker than the darkness stirring.
Quietly getting up I moved to my old spy place and what I saw freaked me the fuck out and changed my life.
At first I thought it was just Ty doing someone. In the year since making my deal with Ash I had hardly seen Ty and been very polite to his snarkiness when I did see him. Which was not out of concern for Ty’s feelings but born out of the concern that I would make Ash mad and lose him as my guardian. I was a little bit older but still a walking hormone so squinted in for a better look, thinking Ty was going down on someone. I was also ready to tear him a new one if he had been spying on Cole and me. Yeah, I was young and double standards reined; I didn’t want him watching me but I had no concern about checking out what HE was up to.
It took a second or two for me to figure out that his head was at the guy’s throat. And that his Hands were nowhere near the guy’s crotch. And that the guy was fully dressed.
Hmm, this was curious. My just spent cock twitched despite the itchy red welts rising all over my body. Sheesh. I was going to have to go give myself a shot of Benadryl before Marta got home or she would have me running to another doctor. Boston crème pie, feathers and dust had all been past culprits. I would do a backward triage of what I had eaten, touched or drank but was willing to suffer a bit to see what was going on next door.
Stepping forward I squinted just as Ty looked up, his teeth dripping, face smeared with something. His eyes locked into mine as I looked down at the neck of the man lying on Ash’s pool deck. It was ripped open; streamers of muscle and tendon splay out like party decorations. Grisly party streamers for a macabre Adam’s family like gathering.
And that is how I found out Ty was not only a skank as I had pegged him but a vampire as well. I don’t remember the scream I let out because I passed the fuck out right there in my little safe hiding place.
Coming to I was face to face with Ash, looking as pale as I had ever seen him. Ty paced on the other side of the room.
“Here,” Ash lifted my head and put a glass to my lips. This time I heard my own scream as I caught a glance of Ty hovering in the corner. No, not literally hovering, he was just standing there looking as hot as ever but with a concerned look on his face. A new emotion on him that still made him look sinister.
“Calm down,
calm down…,” Ash soothed, thoughtfully moving a glass water toward me. Flinching I drenched the 600 thread count sheets woven of Egyptian cotton and myself as I thrashed around, trying to make myself as small as possible against Ty and whatever kind of monster he was.
Pretty bad kind, it turned out.
“Carter, listen to me,” Ash commanded, “you are in shock so I am just going to give this to you straight so you can deal with the whole issue at one time,” running his fingers through his thick hair he looked down at me. I was yelping again like a dog hit by a car as Ty moved in close as well.
“He’s sick, bad!” I screamed while pushing myself away from the edge of the bed and grabbing at Ash’s arm at the same time. Those itchy blotches? Forgotten, I could have been covered in barnacles and tentacles and I wouldn’t have noticed.
“Calm down,” Ash soothed, sitting rock still and holding my arm so tightly I knew that it would be ripped off if I pulled away, “and listen.”
Well and Whoa Nellie did HE have a story to tell! From being his being turned to “saving” Ty-it was all pretty Twilight Zone meets Rosemary’s Baby with some Outer Limits thrown in. I have no idea how long the macabre story took to tell but Ash brought it on home with a rather casual (to me at least) explanation that while Ty had deplorable (I pledged a frat so I had seen nearly worse) dining manners that they only fed on those who needed to be “removed” from society and that there was, sadly, more than enough “food” to go around. It seems that Soylent Green was just so much child play.
VAMPIRES! He had just told me the two of them were VAMPIRES! Had I really been so busy with the death of Uncle, school, college, my car (a sweet vintage Mustang-’68, hells yeah), swimming and GUYS to not have noticed that he and Ty were never out during the day? Well Uncle had friends, party friends, who had not seen the light of day in YEARS either so that was no big clue in my book. But to have GROWN UP next door to the UNDEAD and not figured it out. Embarrassment was at that point way, way down on my list of emotions. In a few DECADES it would work its way back up the rotation of things to be dealt with I’d get back to it.
“This will help you get some sleep; you are going to need it.” Ash said as he produced a syringe and alcohol swab. Well now THIS little turn of events did NOT sit well with me either, especially when Ty leaned in and lay a hand on my shoulder. While the movement looked simple enough he was strong enough to hold me fast while Ash, this guy I had trusted and known for so long and even lusted after, swiped my skin with the swab then eased the needle expertly into a vein. I could only look at him with confusion, wondering if I were going to soon feel Ty’s teeth against my neck.
Whatever he gave me I felt the effect right away, became slightly light headed (and loopy) with a million questions freight training through my head before the world went dark; Santa Claus, then? Werewolves, because there was this HAIRY ASS kid on my swim team we all kinda suspected…. The Lucky Charms elf? Prancing around in my kitchen pantry for real or just a drawing. Was Bewitched just the reality show of its day? Well Uncle WAS a fairy, I had proof on THAT count at least! And were THEY the only blood suckers? Oh it was a lovely something coursing through my veins, which might at any second be ripped open and drained by this man I trusted and cared about!
Then the world went black for quite a while.
I woke the way I assume they wake; I was not there, then I was there. Aside from a slight head ache nothing seemed wrong, or was TORN OFF MY BODY, so I just sat for a few minutes trying to decide if this was all just a nightmare. It was daylight and neither Ash nor Ty was there. I was back in my own bedroom wearing PJ’s and was hungry as fuck. Whatever Ash had shot me with had also cleared up my allergic reaction. Picking up the receiver of the house phone it was immediately answered in the kitchen by Marta-dear sweet NORMAL HUMAN (or was she? EVERYONE was suspect now) Marta. Uncle hired and approved (oh he went through a series of hot housemen and cooks but could NOT keep his hands or his friend’s hands to his/their selves, resulting in dinner party delays that even to THEM became unacceptable-and that crew were all about seeing which one could be the latest to any event) when I was about eleven months old Marta came into our lives, teaching me what green vegetables were and not allowing Uncle to give me half milk half seltzer because I’d already had so much soda in my short life I did not understand the concept of a not fizzing beverage unless it were served with a fun paper parasol at brunch.
“Hey, um, what time is it and can I have breakfast?”
Although SOMEONE paid Marta with my funds I NEVER EVER would have considered just TELLING her what I wanted. Yes Uncle minced and flounced and wore caftans and had some other less than desirable traits but man did he have some class and decorum. We never had staff, help or employees. Anyone working at Lavender Hill were treated as an equal and near guest. Marta wielded the power of a God and was treated accordingly. She was first hired to take care of me, then moved on to the kitchen but in truth ran the whole house, living in a suite in the back I’d never been in. For me there was no life before Marta and I loved and feared her as not just my house manager but surrogate mother. While Uncle gave love and fun mixed in with a few life lessons Marta brought stability and security. I had no idea what she was paid and resented not a penny of it. Right then I would have happily sucked the blood out of someone for the promise of her French toast. Which did surprised me as after seeing Ty leaning down over the body on the pool deck I never thought I’d have much of an appetite again.
“Mr. Carter! You are alright then!” her usually Prussian clipped voice ragged with emotion.
“Yeah and could I get…,” she cut me off before I could finish.
“Stay right where you are, I’m bringing French toast!”
Marta was not the kind of person who lightly said “stay right where you are,” especially if that right where I was in bed. She was an up-‘n-at ’em type who tolerated NO nonsense from slug-a-bed lazy boys. I’d heard THAT speech a time or a thousand and knew it by heart so I hardly knew what to make of this new Marta, who was BRINGING food to MY BED and, well, everything had just gone wonky. Save for my penis, which we have hardly heard from on this adventure and was now fully morning hard and waiting for some attention down there.
But there was no time to attend that because Marta burst into my suite bearing a huge tray, all but doing a Julie Andrews-as-Maria VonTrapp spin. Seeing Ty covered in blood truly surprised me less than seeing Marta so giddy. Had she gotten laid? If she was some kind of creature I was going to have to come to terms with it would have to wait until after I had finished eating.
Adjusting the tray onto my dresser top Marta turned and rushed to the bed, thin (strong!) arms surrounding me and holding on like I was the last life preserver on the Titanic.
“Uh, Marta. What the fuck?” is what I thought.
“I love you too,” is what I said.
And I meant it.
“I was so scared when Mr. Ash brought you back to ‘z house! He found you over by ‘z bush and said not to call for ‘z dok-tor. He came to check on you every night, such a goot man!” she rhapsodized, letting me go to grab the tray and swing it onto my lap. Yeah, good man who might eat your brains. I thought but did not say. And I was so WRONG on that count anyway. Vampires drink blood; ZOMBIES eat ‘z brains, as Marta might have put it.
Marta lifted the cover of the silver serving tray (antique, sterling, btw. Not bragging, just how Uncle and his crew rolled), the cloud of aroma from her French toast sent me into a feeding frenzy of my own. Marta watched me eating, a goofy half smile on her face. I wondered if her sudden burst of Carter care stemmed from the fact that she might know something about the OBVIOUS DANGER we lived next door to but I didn’t ask. I had a feeling Marta could hold her own against anything human or non and knew she had my back and more on the matter. When I had finished she took the tray, kissed me lightly on the forehead (something she hadn’t done since I was about ten) and left the room.
My life had been full of adults doing odd
things so Marta’s behavior was taken in stride. I got up to shower (and yeah, whacked it off), moisturize, manscape (hey modern guys ain’t got it easy), blow dry, dress and high tailed it over to Ash’s through the hedge to be front and center as soon as the sun set.
I had a LOTTA questions
Chapter Four
Most of which Ash answered with “I don’t know.”
“There aren’t any manuals or text books. Just myth, legend and what we have learned on our own. We know what we know; which is pretty much that we are here, we exist. There isn’t a Yahoo chat group to exchange information.” Ash said with a smile. Ty sat on the other end of the sofa sans smile.
“There are bad ones out there, as well as good. Ty,” Ash continued, shooting an if-looks-could-kill glare toward the handsome young vampire, “cannot always control his feeding habits and sadly that is what has brought us here now. We do know we need to feed and try to do it with discretion. The bodies are usually drained and what is left of the carcass is easily enough to dispose of.”
“We burn in sunlight, learned that the hard way a time or two, never had a stake driven through my heart. Close call once in the old country which is why I am here now so I don’t know much about that myth either. Never had to sleep on hallowed ground. Used to go out in the odd hollow tree or two when this,” he said with a sweep of his hand around the opulent home of his we were in, “was all nothing but forest.”
“My village was where the Stop ‘N Shop is now,” Ty added in a way that for the first time ever made me feel sorry for him.
“As to your other questions, yes, there are werewolves and shape shifters and gnomes and elves and possibly even a Sasquatch or two running around. We tend to keep to ourselves, it’s hard enough just getting though some of what we have to do to survive. We each have our own unique set of circumstances to deal with.”
