Scavengers: August (3 page)

Ira breathed,
looking into his eyes, all tense. “What d’ya want from me?” he
finally asked in a quiet voice, his chest visibly moving as he took
deep, long breaths.

I want you
all over me, every day
, thought James, turning red on his face
due to the shame he felt at the thought. Frustrated, he didn’t know
how to express any of those feelings, so he stood there, silent,
his tense lips clenched into a thin line.

“Well?” Ira
demanded.

“I...” James
tried to say something that could make him understand, when all of
a sudden, Katherine walked straight past the other man and hugged
her husband.

Her face looked
really tired. “I couldn’t sleep, my love! I’m so happy you made it!
Henry cried all day yesterday. He started saying you would never
come back!”

Ira shook his
head, looking straight into James’ face for what seemed like
forever, but then turned around and got off the wagon. A deep
feeling of loss gnawed at the aristocrat’s insides as he watched
Ira pass and then disappear in the crowd without looking back.

*

August 17th,
1893

Ira forced the
zombie’s head into an oval-shaped hole in the section table. Using
a type of metal harness, he immobilized it safely and proceeded to
the creature’s limbs. It was not hard for him to deal with the
undead, especially within the university’s safe conditions. He took
this job despite its low status, because it not only paid well, but
also provided him with references, which could prove to be useful
in the future if and when he needed to take up a new profession.
The only thing he did not like was the hierarchy at the
institution. People like him were at the bottom and he could feel
it in moments like these. They were forewarned about a visit of
parliament members and he was not happy about it at all. Working
quickly, he did everything he could to stay invisible. Completely
focused on his task, he did not listen to the voices coming from
the opposite side of the hall. The zombie’s mumbling made it even
easier. Finally finished with the creature, he picked up his
catchpole and quietly walked back to the technical backup. He did
not lock it, as he had to bring out one more specimen. With a soft
sigh, he strolled down a white corridor, which led towards the
cage.

Behind him, he
heard rapid footsteps and the moment he turned around, a pair of
arms surrounded his neck in a cuddle and soft lips pressed to his
own. He blinked, feeling that air had rapidly left his lungs.
Instinctively, he gripped the other man’s arms, closing his eyes
and giving into the caress. He smelled of clean clothes, straight
from the laundry and leather shoe brushing paste. The smooch
quickly turned into a hungry kiss, when Ira didn’t push him away.
He eventually nestled him closer, grabbing a thick lock of hair
with a quiet moan. His heart hammered, as he finally broke the
kiss, yanking the stranger’s head back by the hair to see who it
was. His self-satisfied smile faltered as he saw the flushed
handsome face of no one else but James Hurst, the man who rejected
him about a month ago. His heart raced and he stood there, looking
into James’ eyes, as if time had frozen. He was the last person Ira
expected to see here.

The man
trembled in his arms and breathed hoarsely, not moving away. He
pretty much pushed him onto the wall. Grabbing the other man’s
wrist, Ira hauled him towards a small wooden door to a walk-in
closet, without even uttering a word. His temples pulsed rapidly.
He did not know what he wanted, but he knew he wanted a lot. He
sensed resistance at first, but it perished after a short moment of
hesitance.

“Oh... Ira...”
whispered James desperately.

The door was
yanked open and the other man pushed him inside, closing it once
again. Pitch-black darkness engulfed them in a thick, safe cocoon
and Ira’s hands found the other body with a soft sigh. Sometimes,
when he was alone in bed, his mind still wandered to the warm attic
in Kent.

“Oh God, oh
God...!” muttered James, trying to find Ira's hands while
simultaneously wrenching off his long leather work gloves. “I’m
sorry! I just... I saw you... and—”

“You smell
good,” the other man whispered, pulling him closer, nestling his
nose in James’ neck. His body shivered, as they pressed tightly
together in the comfort of darkness, not caring that only a short
while ago, he used to be angry with him.

“Just this
once, please? I will not bother you later!” promised James, as his
hands were finding their way up Ira’s torso. His soft plea melted
Ira’s heart and he let out a quivering breath, removing the ribbon
from his partner’s hair and pulling him close for another hurried
kiss. With his tongue caressing the depth of James’ mouth, Ira felt
his cock getting as hard as a rock. He groaned in surprise, pulling
the other man even closer and stroking his sides.

James kept
kissing as if his life depended on it, gasping every now and then
through his nose. Everything else seemed to disappear as they clung
to each other in thick darkness. Ira grunted, running his fingers
through the long, soft mane, excitement pulsing through his veins.
He pulled his partner closer, instinctively pushing his thighs
apart with his own knee, while hissing appreciatively as he felt a
stiffness there.

James let out a
quiet moan. “You want me?” he asked as if it wasn’t obvious. Ira
shuddered, lapping at his lips. The smooth feel of shaved skin and
luscious lips made him mad with lust. Not even thinking about it,
he pressed at James’ arms, pushing him down.

The other man
hesitated for only a moment, when he wasn’t sure what was
happening, but a second later, he kneeled in the tight little room,
and Ira had to instruct him no further. James’ hands trembled, but
he was quick to slip under Ira’s leather apron and unbuckle his
trousers. In the darkness, Ira heard his loud, hoarse breath.

“You want it,
don’t ya?” he sighed, feeling him in the pitch-black room. He would
love to be able to see the flush on the other man’s cheeks, lips
stretched around the broad length of his cock, eyes looking up in
adoration. He wondered what happened to change James’ mind. Did he
miss him that much? Ira smiled at the thought.

“I do...” James
whimpered, pulling Ira’s trousers down abruptly as he snuggled up
to the stiff penis with his cheek, while his hands wandered off to
the man’s thighs. “It hit me so hard, when I saw you...”

Immediately,
Ira felt a flutter deep in his belly, letting out a shaky breath.
It was not the first time he heard something like this, but if felt
somehow different. “Oh yeah?” Ira grabbed his penis and lightly
slapped it on the other man’s cheek. “Tell me, boy!”

“I thought that
maybe you just pretended not to see me, not wanting any contact.
But I still went after you,” he said, kissing the tip of the penis
with affection.

Ira loved
hearing this, it felt empowering. “ Yeah.... hungry for cock?” he
asked in a hoarse voice.

“What have you
done to me?” James sighed, while kissing the length of the penis
and squeezing his thighs. “I thought of you for so many
nights...”

“You missed
me,” Ira suggested, stroking James’ cheek and pulling the apron off
with the other hand. “What d'ya miss more? Me or the cock?” he
asked breathlessly.

James
whimpered. “How can you ask such a thing? It is the only cock I
have been acquainted with.”

Ira laughed,
surprised. “So kiss it! Show it how much you love it!” he said. He
loved the way James acted, it felt fresh and untainted. There
wasn't much time to dwell on that though, as only a moment later,
his pulsating cock got enveloped in the hot wetness of the other
man’s ready mouth. “Fuck...” he moaned, letting his head fall to
the back of his neck. He loved this feeling, the power he felt as
he held another man’s head close, thrusting his own prick deep into
his throat. James choked a bit, but he was too eager to please to
move away. Ira could feel his enthusiasm for sucking.

“Fuckin’ell!”
he mumbled with a smile, gripping his soft hair tightly and
thrusting deeper, unable to stop himself. The inside of James’
mouth was simply too hot, too delightful. It shifted around his
cock as the other man choked, making Ira groan. “Yeah... that’s ya
place... suckin’ it on ya knees!”

James let out a
few high-pitched moans through his nose, as Ira’s thrusts were
merciless. While they indulged in mutual pleasure, James’ hands
slid under Ira’s shirt and caressed his stomach and torso with a
nervous tremble. The touch felt soothing on his heated skin and it
almost made him ache, cock twitching between James’ lips. “What’re
ya doin’ to me...” Ira breathed, smiling to himself and massaging
his scalp, as James sucked a bit slower for a while, before
intensifying his moves to a steady rhythm. It was amazing to feel
his lips once again. This completely set Ira off guard and he
grabbed his partner’s head, fucking his throat in short, frantic
jabs. The other man started choking once again, but did his best to
please. When Ira came, James wrapped his arms around his waist,
sucking and hugging him. His lover moaned, spilling himself into
the willing lips as his back hit the wall. He felt wonderfully
weak. Sounds of desperate masturbation echoed in his ears as James
trailed kisses along the lenght of Ira’s shaft, before finally
backing away.

“Ah... kiss
me,” Ira pleaded, breathing rapidly and pulling him up. He felt hot
all over and didn’t have to wait long, for his request to be
granted. James was panting and pushed his lips onto Ira’s, kissing
him for a short moment, before he reached peak, with a few nasal
moans.

Ira deepened
the kiss, spinning them around and pressing the other man against
the wall. Their hearts hammered against one another. It felt
mind-blowing. James’ arms wrapped around his neck and the intimacy
of the small, pitch-black room increased the sensation. He
withdrew, still touching the other man’s lips with his own and let
the back of his hand trace a delicate cheek. “That...”

“I thought you
wouldn’t want me...” whispered James.

Ira chuckled.
“How? With such a talent?!”

James also
laughed, kissing him again and nuzzling his cheek. “I didn’t plan
on all this. I hoped I could maybe steal a kiss.”

“It was more
than that!” Ira giggled. Tension left his body as he hugged the
other man even closer. “Villan.”

“I stole your
cum like a succubus,” James whispered into his ear. He seemed
really glad to be in Ira’s arms.

“A what?” Ira
asked, as he kept trailing small, lazy kisses along his partner’s
jaw line.

“A demon, which
comes at night and steals a man’s seed...” he muttered, clearly
more and more relaxed. Ira swallowed, stroking his back.

“That you
are...” he whispered, noting to himself that he knew quite a few of
those.

“Ira... Are you
in some financial trouble that you have to work here, with those
kinds of people on a Sunday? I could help.” His hand gently stroked
Ira’s arm and even in the darkness it was obvious he was
smiling.

Caught off
guard, the other man furrowed his brows. “They pay very well. Why
wouldn’t I?”

“You’re working
in the company of Jews, you know,” he lowered his voice, “I’m not
sure if that’s the company a man like you would like to keep.”

Ira’s lungs
emptied as he looked down at where James’ face must have been. He
did not know what to say, abruptly snatched from their dark fantasy
world. He felt a weird pang of pain in his chest. “I’m the
company,” he finally said in a quiet voice.

“Hm? Whose
company?” James asked, caressing his back in a lazy manner.

“I’m Jewish,”
Ira muttered flatly. An unpleasant heat crept up his chest.

“Wh... what?”
James pushed his back onto the wall as if trying to escape. “You
couldn’t be!”

Ira squeezed
his fists shut, feeling a flash of anger move through him. “I am.
You just sucked a Jewish cock!” he spat, abruptly pushing him away.
“How the fuck didin’t ya notice?!”

James winced
and Ira heard some shuffling about, as the other man seemed to be
putting his clothes in order. “I— if this is some kind of sick
joke...! It’s not exactly written on your forehead!” said James,
clearly angry.

Ira opened and
closed his mouth, speechless. “I’m fuckin’ circumsized...,” he
finally said.

“So...? My
brother is...,” he muttered.

Ira shook his
head slowly. He couldn’t understand it at all. “Why would he be?
You’re..., “ he trailed off, completely at loss.

“It’s done to a
lot of upper class boys,” James swallowed. “So they do not pleasure
themselves. In private,” he whispered the last words.

Ira grunted,
massaging the base of his nose with two fingers. He felt sickened
by this situation.

“But it doesn’t
work for Jews, now does it?” James laughed nervously.

Ira cradled his
own face in his hands in frustration. He didn’t know whether he
should laugh or scream at him. “You lil’ shit!” he finally said,
shaking his head with a bitter cackle. “Fuck you!”

James went
absolutely silent, and all Ira could hear now was his loud, nervous
breathing. Instead of being intimate, the storage room started to
feel stuffy. For some reason, this silence triggered a sudden fury
in Ira who blindly grabbed at James’ arms, pushing him against the
wall. His hand gripped the other man’s hair, pushing his face into
the cold surface.

“Ow! Don’t!”
James held back a scream, trying to grab his arm in panic.

“Why? Don’t
wan' it anymore?!” Ira growled, holding him in a bruising grip.

“No! I— I don’t
know...! I do—but...” his words didn’t make any sense.

Ira laughed,
bumping his forehead on the back of his neck. “Get lost,” he
breathed, quickly adjusting his trousers. Without paying James any
more attention, he left the room.