The Vampire and the Man-Eater (12 page)

by G.A. Hauser

"Let you—" Brock started to laugh. "Yes! Tell me something that's troubling you. I'm here."

"Really? You care about me?"

"You know I do. Why does that surprise you?"

"No one has. In all my recollection no one has ever cared for me, let alone welcomed me."

"You're being a bit cynical aren't you? Exaggerating?"

"Never mind. Forget it for now."

"Yes. What's past is past." Brock rubbed him to warm him, inadvertently nudging into Daniel's hard cock. Brock wrapped his hands around it, pumping it gently. Instantly his own was erect and throbbing. "Mm, what you do to me," he announced giving an exaggerated shiver and a growl. Climbing over Daniel to straddle him, Brock stared down at his face.

"Better?"

"Getting there," Daniel replied weakly, pouting out his bottom lip in a play act of a wilting violet.

Brock tugged off the adhesive strip on his neck and rolled it in his fingers, flipping it onto the floor.

"Getting better by the second," Daniel boasted, wriggling his hips aggressively.

"Good." Brock liked being the man of the two. Too often he felt like the slave and not the master, not his usual role.

Jamming his dick between Daniel's legs, Brock stated, "I want to fuck you. Hard."

Daniel spread his legs, raising his pelvis. Brock slipped in.

"Agh! Wait!"

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"No waiting. I don't need all your fussing with rubbery things and goo." Daniel slammed his hips up and Brock's dick dove inside him.

"No. This is so wrong..." Brock moaned as he thrust his hips. "Why is it so smooth without lube?"

"Magic."

"We need to be safe." Brock began to rise to the heavens once more.

"I will keep you safe, my pet. Don't you worry."

"Tell my GP that." Brock gasped, thrusting deep and hard, arching his back as the orgasms began.

"What is a GP?"

"
Ooooh, gadddd ... Daniel! Augh
!"

"Oh, yes. I love your face in climax."

"
Take it! Take it
!" Brock lowered as close as he could to Daniel's mouth.

Reaching up, Daniel met Brock's throat and dug in.

"Don't make me lose consciousness. I want to stay with you..."

A muffled laugh was his reply.

"Oh, Christ ... oh, Christ
..." Brock was boiling hot and tried to kick off the blankets. Gradually he felt them sliding back from him, as if someone was helping pull to them down to the foot of the bed. Both Daniel's hands were holding his jaw, and Daniel's feet were planted on the mattress under him.

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straddled, bent knees, his cock still inside Daniel's ass.

Between them lay a dewy sweat. Brock was so sated sexually he wondered if he was in love. Was this what it felt like?

Savoring the contact of your lover? Never wanting them to go? Desiring being one, inside each other, and not pull out?

Or was it because he was thinking of Daniel every moment of the day and night? Did someone finally trap him? No. Could it be?

Leaning up on his elbows, Brock watched as Daniel opened his eyes to lazy half-lidded slits. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

"Oh,
yessss
..." Daniel hissed, grinning.

"I'm still in you."

"Yes. You are."

"I like being in you."

"I like it too."

"So you're clean right?"

"Clean?"

"Yes. No AIDS, no STDS?"

"What are you talking about now? You really do ask too many questions. Close your eyes. We still have some time."

Brock rested his head back on Daniel's chest. He touched his neck. A fresh band-aid was on his cut. Smiling, very grateful Daniel was being considerate, Brock blinked and leant up again. "When did you clean me up?"

"Again with clean? What is your clean obsession?"

"No. I'm talking about the fresh band-aid."

"You talk too much." Daniel nudged him back down to his chest again.

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"I can't believe I'm still hard."

"You are always hard when I touch you. And I am always hard when you touch me."

"I know." Brock pushed in deeper, feeling another spark of hot desire.

The phone rang. Brock checked the time. It was only ten.

"Do you want to answer that sound?" Daniel peeked at him.

"No. Let the machine pick it up."

"Yes. The machines do all the work. I like it." Daniel closed his eyes again.

In the quiet, Brock could make out Eli's voice. "It's Eli," he relayed.

"Yes. Your blond friend."

"Right." Brock snuggled back down, closing his eyes. When Daniel started caressing his hair, Brock moaned in contentment.

"You are mine now, correct?"

"Correct." Brock smiled.

"Will you eat men at that club?"

"Nope. No more."

"Good."

"What about you?" Brock kissed Daniel's warm skin.

"Only you."

"Yes!" Brock cheered, plunging his dick into Daniel's ass deeply. "Damn, that feels amazing."

"I am very glad."

"So?"

"So?"

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"Do we move in together?"

"Move in?"

"Well, I just figured since..."

"I cannot live here."

Brock tried not to feel too crushed. "Why not? It's certainly big enough."

"No. It is not because of the size."

"Am I moving too fast? I'm sorry. I don't do this relationship thing very well. I'll let you decide."

"You are very clever."

"Ha ha." Brock rubbed his face against Daniel's skin, sniffing. The only scent was his own. And they were so sweaty it didn't seem possible that Daniel didn't have any aroma.

While he was still penetrating Daniel he couldn't reach Daniel's armpits very easily for a sniff. And he didn't want to pull out. Sighing, he rested his head against Daniel's chest.

He yearned to hear the beat of his heart. Pressing his ear down on his ribs, Brock felt his own pumping but couldn't hear anything coming from Daniel.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to listen to your heartbeat."

"Whatever for?"

"Because it's comforting."

"What are you? A puppy?"

Brock leaned up to see Daniel's smile. "You're a real wise ass."

"First I have sweet cheeks, now my ass is wise?"

"Where did I find you?"

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Daniel gripped Brock's shoulders, dragging him higher on his chest. Brock's cock slipped out of Daniel's ass.

"I found you." Daniel kissed him affectionately.

"Yes, you did," Brock laughed between kissing. "How long can you stay?"

Daniel checked the time. "A few more hours."

"Why? Why do you have to go?"

Urging Brock down for more kisses, Brock never got an answer to his question.

* * * *

Black clothing covered Daniel's body once more.

Brock followed him out of the room. "Wait, hang on."

Running to the kitchen, Brock returned with a set of keys. "No more breaking in, okay?"

Daniel stared at him in shock. "You are giving me a key?"

"Yes. Why not?"

Daniel gaped at it in amazement. "One that will allow me access inside here at will?"

"You do say the oddest things." Brock laughed at him, kissing him.

As Brock walked him to the door, Daniel jolted in surprise, hissed and jumped back. "You did not throw it out!"

"What?" Brock held his chest at the start.

"You said you got rid of it!"

"How did you know I put it in there?"

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Daniel backed away from the vase in horror.

"I'll get it. Hang on." Brock picked it up from the bottom of the ceramic vase. When he looked, Daniel was shielding his face from it, cowering against the curio cabinet.

"Jesus!" Brock raced with it to the kitchen tossing it in the trash. "It's gone!" Hurrying back, he tried to comfort Daniel.

"You lied to me."

"No. I just need to give it back to Faith. I can't just dump it. But I have now." Reaching for him, Brock cooed, "Aw, come here, baby."

Daniel held onto him tightly. "Please, do not keep it in the house. Get rid of it."

"I will, Danny. I'm sorry to put you through it." Brock held his waist as he approached the door again. "Tomorrow? Will you be here when I get home?"

Giving Brock a scolding glance, Daniel warned, "Do not bring another religious item into this house again. Do you understand?"

"I do. If I had known, I would never have done it this time.

Give me another kiss goodnight." Brock closed his eyes at the nice loving peck. "See ya."

Daniel stood at the elevator, still appearing slightly shaken up. Brock felt terrible for him. When Daniel had gone, Brock locked the door, retrieving the necklace from the trash to give back to Faith in the morning.

Heading to the bathroom to wash up, Brock rubbed his hand over his cock a few times and sniffed it. There was no smell other than his own. "How could I be in your ass all night 120

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and not get your scent on me?" Trying not to get too wound up in the puzzle, Brock washed himself off and went to bed.

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First thing Wednesday morning, Brock sat at his desk and called Eli at work. Dangling Faith's necklace in his hand, bouncing it on his paperwork dully, he heard Eli's voice and his practiced greeting.

"Hello, banker-man."

"Mr. Hart."

"I got your message. Had my dick up Daniel's ass at the time or I would have picked it up."

"Uh huh."

"You were giggling. You and Gary playing?"

"We were. We were drunk. I suppose that's why we thought it was a good idea to call you so late."

"I didn't mind at all. I was just ... occupied." Brock smiled, glowing from his memories. Gazing at the tiny cross, Brock asked, "So? You and Gary?"

"We're moving slowly."

"And?"

"I like him, Brock."

"I'm very glad."

"Why don't we meet as a foursome at Koi's or something?"

"We should." Brock sat up when he noticed Faith arrive at her desk outside his office.

"Name a day. I assume Friday and Saturday are off since you'll be playing at the club."

"Maybe not."

"Oh, no way!" Eli shouted.

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"Shh! Calm down!"

"Are you telling me Daniel finally put a leash on your dick?

After over a thousand blowjobs?"

His cheeks going crimson, Brock replied, "Maybe."

"Holy shit! I need to shake that man's hand."

"Look, call me later. I have to get busy."

"Talk to Daniel about dinner out."

"I will." Brock hung up, took off his headset and stood.

"Uh, Faith?"

"Yes, Brock?"

"Could you come here, please?" Once she had set her purse down and taken off her coat, she entered his office.

"I can't accept this." He held out the necklace.

"It's nothing. Keep it."

Reaching for her hand, he placed it into her palm and clasped it shut. "I don't need saving. Being gay is not a sin."

"I'm afraid it is."

Sighing tiredly, he met her eyes and said, "Look, I'm not so sure this is going to work out."

"You're firing me based on my religion? That's illegal."

"What about you harassing me based on my sexual preference? Huh?"

"I didn't mean to harass you."

"But you did. You gave my lover a coronary when he spotted that thing on my neck. Don't do me any favors."

Brock walked back to sit at his desk.

"It won't happen again."

"Good." Brock assumed that was the end of his latte service.

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"Is there anything else?"

"Not at the moment." He did need to pray. He prayed she would quit. Sitting down at his desk, placing his headset on, Brock wished he could call Daniel and talk to him about what an idiot his secretary was, but he had no phone number, no address, nothing.

* * * *

Pedestrians with umbrellas rushed around from shelter to shelter flagging taxi cabs. Brock's windshield wipers mesmerized him. A horn announced the light had changed.

The classic "New York Minute" Johnny Carson had joked about. Hitting the gas, Brock was counting on Daniel lying naked on his bed when he got home.
Move in. Move in!

Parking his sports car, Brock climbed out wearily, craving, yearning, keeping his fingers crossed. Opening his door, he shouted, "Daniel?"

"Hello, sweet-cheeks," came a distant reply.

Jumping into the air in excitement, Brock raced to his bedroom. "You're here!"

"I am here."

"Naked and ready!"

"Naked and ready," Daniel echoed.

"Wow ... hang on." Brock tugged off his necktie. "Did you eat? I come home starved. Where do you work? Did you say you taught history?" Brock hung his tie on a rack in his closet.

"Where do you create your stories?"

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"Oh. I don't remember where I thought I heard that."

Brock shrugged. "What do you do?" He removed his suit jacket, wrapping it around a hanger.

"Do?"

"For a living?"