Rain: A Romantic Short

The window was cracked just a bit, and I could hear the rain falling from the sky, that steady safe woosh of an endless shower of water, falling and falling from the sky, soaking the ground and the grass and the pavement. Water that falls and seeps into everything and finds it’s mark and nourishes.

It was a gray day. I couldn’t remember what time it ought to be, though it was probably the afternoon.

We were all alone. We would be for a few more days. The blinds were raised to show the view of Henry’s back yard, a lush green valley of grass that needed mowing, and in the distance at the bottom of the hill were the trees that led into an expansive forest. Their property extended somewhere into the woods. Usually we’d be out there, even in this rain, soaking wet, up against the wet bark of a tree. But we didn’t mind.

I could smell the rain in the air. It smelled like home, like something safe. The gray light cast down to the boy who lay in my arms. My eyes washed over him, drinking in the sight of his soft, white skin. He’d always been somewhat pale, but right now his whole body was flushed pink. His arms were pulled close and his hands rested on my chest, his fingers making slight movements against my naked chest that sent shivers through my body.

His eyes were closed, his moppy dark brown hair obscured most of his face. It was still damp from sweat. Beneath the covers, our naked legs were intertwined, and my still sticky cock was pressed against his thighs. His member was hiding somewhere, because he was curling up slightly and facing toward me.

I brushed a strand of dark hair away from his face. He took a staggering deep breath that told me he was falling asleep. I pulled him closer and felt his heart beating in his neck and his back, still thumping a little harder than normal. A few minutes ago we’d come together and collapsed, and I had pulled the blankets above us to fight the oncoming chill of the cool afternoon air.

No one would be home for several days. We were all alone. This was our time. We were lucky to have it. We’d been in love for years. Our parents thought we were just friends. We couldn’t tell them the truth, or anyone else. Not even our friends new. Though we both knew they suspected it and we didn’t deny it.

Sometimes we met up underneath an old abandoned bridge in the woods. Sometimes in the dense forest behind Henry’s house. And sometimes, when there was a blessed hour or two when no one was around, we could pull our clothes off, breathing quickly, hearts thumping, and fall into Henry’s soft queen size bed, and we would roll and giggle and kiss and bite and embrace and thrust and pull and we would make mistakes and accidentally hurt each other, and our bodies would awkwardly clap together and make silly noises, and sometimes there was a mess and sometimes there were unpleasant smells and sometimes one of us would have a runny nose and it would get on the other. Being in love is a messy business. Being human is messy. Touching is messy.

We didn’t mind. We treasured everything. Every moment and every touch, every taste and smell. He was the only person I’d ever loved, and I never wanted to love anyone else. The world was empty but for Henry and his moppy hair and his shorter height than mine, and his adorable round butt that made me instantly hard every time I saw it, and the way he laughed at stupid things in movies that made me roll my eyes, and the way I could feel him harden in his pants when I gave him even the most gentle kiss. The way his bright blue eyes would look up at me, because he was always lower than me, when we stood he was lower, and when we were in bed I held him against my chest. It’s strange that it was my arms around him that made me feel so safe.

When his head was laying against my chest, with his soft, wet breath against my skin, I was more than one body, his entire being was an extension of mine, with his own individual thoughts but we shared one beating heart that led us to come together again and again, our mouths sloppy and wet, our cocks throbbing with the intense beating of our hearts, our heads swimming and hot with something that couldn’t be expressed out loud, the whimpers that passed between our lips and the gentle moans and the loud gasps of pleasure only hinted at something so large that it filled up our chests and when we burst, bloody and warm, all over each other, we just kept growing until we filled the room and I think we might fill the whole world.

With my outer hand I explored the familiar contours of his body. The gentle down of hair against his butt, which he hated but which I thought was incredibly sexy. My fingers passed through those hairs that were so light they were almost blonde, perfectly splayed along the cheeks of his butt. My finger found it’s way between them into the warm crevice that seemed to beat with his heart for just a moment against my fingertip. He was nearly asleep but he noticed, and he squirmed gently, but it was a happy gesture. He was exhausted, but I knew that if I pushed my fingertip further, he would want more. I ran my fingertip up along the crevice between his cheeks and then my nails gave a gentle tickling scratch up his back to his shoulder, and he breathed the tiniest sigh of relief. I wanted him to have this reprieve, I knew that in an hour or so we’d be at it again.

But in this moment, with the lingering smell of our bodies and our sweat and our fluids still sticky and drying against me and inside of him, we were safe, and we were whole, and it was quiet. My head was swimming and I found myself getting sleepy too, but I kept my eyes open, and watched the rain outside the window.

This moment might come again and again in our lives. We might have a million of these moments. But this one would never be replaced, and none afterward would be the same. When we were older, we’d both look back on this moment and yearn for it, even if we still have the happiest of moments then, this one will never come again. This one is perfect.

I am more perfectly alive than any other person in the world. Anyone who yearns and tries and searches, it is this that they are searching for. It is this moment in the rain, with Henry pressed against me, and the utter safety of knowing that I don’t have to get out of bed if I don’t want to, and I don’t have to let him go.

I place a finger, the same one that was just giving his entrance a gentle prod, beneath his chin and with the slightest pressure I raise his face up, and his lips form the slightest of smiles. I lean down and my lips reach forward and find their home upon his, and his lower lip is in my mouth and I suck it gently, and a soft and gentle groaning for more comes from him chest and his throat, vibrating against my mouth. He wants more. He’s insatiable. I love him so much.

I kiss his closed eyes, my lips touching those soft eyelids, and his lashes flutter just a little from the surprise, but he’s smiling again. He opens those eyes and they look into mine, and they are blue and crystal and bright and full of everything I am, and he leans up to give me a kiss himself, one a little rougher than mine, his lips pressing hard against mine, and now my eyes are closed, and my pelvis instinctively thrusts forward as my cock begins lazily thickening, and finds its tip pressed against his erection. He lays his head against my chest again and his eyes are closed, and as I glance at his face I place a kiss on his temple.

Everything is worth this. Any pain is worth this. As long as I have this, I can be anything. As long as Henry is pressed against my chest and his lithe body is squirming in my arms, readying itself for more of our passionate and emotional connection, as long as I have the heat of his body to protect me from the sweet chill of the rain outside, I am alive. He is everything in my heart, and the world is a bright landscape upon which he walks, and his destination will always be in my arms, where I need him to be, where I can have safety and shelter. He is rain and forests and beds and moments.

His voice is a soft, crackling whisper, saying that he loves me. My vision becomes blurry. He’ll notice in a moment and ask me why I’m crying. But for a fraction of a moment, this is my reality, forever and ever, and I am so happy that I can’t express it, but my body is trying anyway, with my hard cock and my salty tears and my expectant lips when they come close to his.

And there is no world, no home, no life, but for this feeling, and even though in a few moments it will subside, and transform, and become something different, it’s here. And this is enough. This is enough.

How To Diffuse An Argument With Your Boyfriend

“You could try being a little more considerate!” I shouted.

Garrett rolled his eyes and stood up from the couch, walking toward the kitchen. I followed, really getting steamed up.

“So you’re not going to say anything else? You’re just going to be totally quiet?” I asked.

Garrett was closing a pizza box and putting it back in the refrigerator. “Look,” he said in an angry, authoritative voice, “I’m just cranky tonight, okay? I’m sorry that I was inconsiderate!” He slammed the refrigerator door shut.

“You can be sorry,” I said, cleaning up paper plates from the counter and throwing them into the garbage, “But that doesn’t help when I’m pouring my heart out to you and you completely change the subject! And don’t try to be cute either!”

Suddenly Garrett stopped, a shaker of Parmesan cheese in his hand, and arched an eyebrow. “What did I do that was cute?” he asked in a skeptical voice.

I groaned, “Saying you’re ‘cranky,’ like a baby, trying to make it cute. You’re being an ass, is what you’re doing.”

Garrett kept his eyebrow raised and set the cheese down on the counter. He stepped closer to me, “So,” he said carefully, “You think I’m cute?”

I narrowed my eyes and bit my lip in frustration, “This is not working, you are not going to change the subject again.”

Garrett slipped his hands onto my hips. I registered a view different physical reactions to this. For one thing, I was still fuming, and it annoyed me to no end, and then on the other hand, my hips were a very sensitive spot and he knew it, and it sent a shiver up my back. “Garrett, stop it,” I said, “I’m trying to talk about something serious.”

Garrett’s anger was gone, and he pressed his forehead to mine, and said in a quiet voice, “I’m sorry baby, I was just being cranky.”

“Garrett…” I grumbled. “You are not going to charm your way out of this.”

“So you think I’m charming?” he asked with a coy smile.

My heart was beating fast, and my chest was filling with a warmth that made me even more aggravated because I really didn’t want to be feeling this right now. I was still mad at him.

“Garrett, can’t you please be serious for one second?” I asked, and I gently held him away from me by his arms.

He gave me a pouty face. God, not the pouty face. His green eyes seemed to twinkle when he did that. I didn’t know for sure if he was capable of making himself cry on command but it looked like there might be tears forming in his eyes.
“Garrett…” I sighed. He was wearing me down. This was unacceptable. “I’m trying to make an important point to you here. You have to take my feelings into consideration sometimes.”

“I know,” he said in a pitiful voice. “I’m really sorry, Tyler…”

Goddammit. I was getting hard. My zipper was tightening. Stop it, Garrett.

Garrett leaned forward and wrapped his scrawny little arms around me, pulling me in to hug him. He was the same height as I was, but so much thinner, and even though he was strong, it always amazed me when I held him in my arms how tiny he felt, how light he was. I put my arms around him too. “Garrett,” I breathed, “We are having a serious discussion.”

Garrett touched his fingertips to the scruff on my cheek and touched his nose gently to mine, “I know we are, baby,” and he leaned in and kissed me.

God, his lips were soft. And my erection was in full force. He was certainly the best kisser I’d ever had. He always started gentle, this way, a tiny kiss, and then one that was a little deeper. I found myself kissing him back. And then he slipped his tongue into my mouth and just like that, I wasn’t angry anymore. That feeling became a tingling sensation on the back of my neck and all over my head that slipped away as I touched his tongue with mine and he pulled it away, teasing me like he always did. He held me tight with his little arms. He was just a tiny bit taller than me, so when we kissed, he was leaning down ever so slightly to get to my lips. I liked it.

He had completely seized control of this situation. He began to kiss me while gentle walking me backward into the living room, and he pulled me with him onto the couch, laying on top of me. He was so light. I kept my arms wrapped around him tight, and he pressed his crotch into mine. Yep, his erection was there, bigger than mine, as always, though he never bragged about it, and he was definitely as in the mood as I was.
Suddenly the anger became something else. I whispered to him softly, “Dammit,” and bit his lip.
He giggled. So cute when he did that. It made me want to take him more than I had before. “Why you say that?” he asked with a grin.

“You can’t always get out of every situation like this, Garrett,” I said, but there was no anger in my voice.

Garrett raised his eyebrows gently and in a low voice that he reserved only for me and only when we were about to have sex, he said, “I’ll bet I can, baby.”

I lost all control at that point, and what had been an argument going on for twenty minutes suddenly became something completely different. I pulled his clothes off, whipping his tight little underwear down his legs as he unbuttoned by shirt and pulled it off of me. His lips were everywhere, kissing my nipples and biting at them, and as we lay naked, grinding against each other, ferociously making out, I found myself whimpering, giving myself over to him, and he held me tight in those arms that I loved so much, and when he reached into a table beside the couch for lube and touched me gently with it, I didn’t flinch. I was hungry for him, and when he entered me I let out a gasp of pain. He always hurt the first time he went in, so he’d take it out and add some more lube, and then try again. He always went in fine the second time.

It didn’t take long. He leaned down and kissed my face and my lips and my cheeks and my necks while he thrust into me, that little body becoming suddenly ferociously strong as he held my entire weight in his arms, thrusting into me and making me completely surrender to him. When his hand reached down to my cock, it was only another moment before I began to come, whispering in his ear that I loved him, that I belonged to him, and he released inside me, as I loved for him to do, and there was a warmth there within me that could only come from him, filling me up.

He grabbed his shirt from the floor and slipped it under my butt, and then pulled the soft blanket from the back of the couch, covering us both with it, and laid his head on my chest. I kissed his soft hair, smelling it. We had been sweating, but it was cold in the house. I liked it cold. It made it feel better when we cuddled. I held him close in my arms.

“You still mad at my, Ty?” he asked.

I smiled. “No, baby, I’m not mad.” I kissed his hair again, and he leaned up, looked at me with those perfect green eyes, and kissed my lips. I could taste my cock. I liked it. It felt so intimate, this kiss, after we were done. I squeezed him, and all the strength in his skinny little body seemed to be gone now and he sunk down onto me, and within a few minutes, he was asleep on top of me, naked, breathing gently.

I whispered into his ear that I loved him and got back a sleepy grumble that resembled “I love you too.” Trying not to move him, I reached above my head and grabbed the remote from the table by the couch, got a little more comfortable, entwined our legs together, and turned the TV on. I could feel myself getting sleepy was I wasn’t ready to fall asleep yet. I turned on the TV and leaned down to give him another kiss, scratching his head and playing with his hair and he slept on my chest. I watched TV, but I wasn’t paying attention to it. All I was thinking about was him.

It was in moments like these, together, quiet, and alone, that I felt the happiest. I gave him a gentle squeeze in his sleep, feeling his whole body on top of me, his hairy legs, his soft cock resting on my leg, his chest gently rising and falling, and his head snuggled comfortably into the corner of my chest by my armpit. I eventually turned the lamp on the table off, turned off the TV, and closed my eyes. I could have taken him to bed, but somehow this was more comfortable. In bed he could get away from me. Here he was all mine. I grinned at the thought, and when my head got swimmy, the only thing I knew was the feeling of his body against mine, and his gentle breathing, as I fell asleep.

Seduction of the Incubus

Seduction of the Incubus

a short story
by Jesse Colton

He spotted the young mortal man through a crowd. It had been at one of those silly conventions the lovers of fantasy in this time so loved, a gathering of human beings dressed in the raiment of wild fantasy creatures, raiment like that of the old eighteenth-century nobles that was made from cheap fabric and sewn together by amateurs, and then of course the humans who painted their faces in all manner of colors to appear to be various creatures. They wore contact lenses that changed the color of their eyes, they washed into their hair dye which changed it to unnaturally beautiful colors like that of the grass of the fields or the blue sky.

And amongst that crowds he had seen this young man, standing with a book in his hand, waiting in line to have it signed. His heart had been beating in anticipation to the meet the author, someone he admired, but his face had been the mask of tragedy incarnate, sorrow in his eyes and his pouty, beautiful lips. His bright blue eyes actually sparkled with tears, but from the emotions and thoughts he sent out without knowing it, Jared knew that it had nothing to do with this event, or the signing of the book, but a deep depression that suffused this young man.

Jared could hear his thoughts, but not so much as words, more like images and feelings that he caught from the young man’s mind. He had come here to this convention because he wanted to die. He would wander through the sea of mortals until he found one who would take his life. He had had a troubled life, ostracized by family, abandoned by friends, scorned by lovers, but he was so young still, only twenty-seven years old. But his mind was far more advanced than the mind of an average human, indeed he had been told at a young age that he was a genius, that his IQ soared above those around him.

And perhaps that was what had led him into depression, had ostracized him. The mortal man would think of new and exciting ideas that were met with mockery and anger by those around him. He questioned the ways of the world, he questioned the fabric of existence, but no one ever took him seriously. Every now and then the ones he himself referred to as “stoners,” they would listen to him, listen to him talk about how he believed that there was some cellular structure uniting and binding all living things, that it could be harnessed some day and used to cure any disease, to prevent death, to grant the unending wishes of human beings and give them the purest happiness of any living creature before then. The young men and women who sat with him on the carpeted floor of some apartment, intoxicated by various drugs, would nod and sigh in wonderment, though they didn’t truly believe a thing he said, they only wanted to experience some moment of pretend nirvana, transcendence.

His ideas had been laughed at. He had been a believer that the old prejudices against sexuality were obsolete, that incest truly harmed no one if two people chose not to procreate or could not do it, that transgender people should be allowed to express themselves in any way they choose, to have the body they choose, and even that gender itself was an obsolete notion, that there was no real gender, that people needed to move away from these ideas. He believed that there was no reason for a legal age of sexual consent, and that people could choose for themselves when they were ready to participate in sexual activity. He’d been labeled sick, a molester of children though he’d hardly ever had any sexual experience with anyone, and even then it was always people his same age.

This young man sought endlessly to question the world around him. He didn’t believe in anything. He believed it was just as possible that the table in front of him where the author whose book he held was sitting was made from cells and dead wood as he did that it was made up of some unseeable cosmic fabric and that all life was an illusion that each person interpreted differently. He didn’t truly believe that any living being was really a living being, he suspected they were all illusions created by his own mind and that he was merely some small cellular organism in the vastness of the cosmos, interpreting images around him as “people,” “animals,” “things.”

What a fascinating and lovable mind had this young man. Jared had sensed first not his thoughts, but his feelings. He sensed the great disdain this young mortal had for the world around him, he sensed his disappointment in life, his desire to leave this world, but he himself knew that he had no courage to take his own life. So he had come to a convention, a place where lovers of fantasy came to share their art, their poetry, their literature, their extravagant costumes, where they had parties that lasted all hours of the night to the thrumming “rave” music, intoxicated by the drugs they inhaled or swallowed. He would come and find some criminal who wished to kill him, or simply take enough drugs to die without knowing who he was or where he was anymore. But he had come to this place with a death wish, and he never intended to leave this place alive. Indeed he had kissed the door to his bedroom back home in his apartment in the city goodbye before he left, and reached down and petted his little cat on it’s head, whispering his goodbyes to the little animal.

As the young man reached the head of the line and politely spoke his name to the author who signed his book (“Evan, ma’am, just sign it to Evan”), Jared remained standing in the corner, staring at him, picking up his thoughts and his emotions. Jared himself was wearing simple clothes: blue jeans, a tight t-shirt with the name of some musician he’d never heard of printed on it, he’d only chosen this shirt at the store because he liked the calligraphy and the image used on the shirt, black boots, and a black leather overcoat. It was assumed he was in costume by those who attended, and passersby would grant him compliments on his “makeup.” He wore no makeup. His face was stark white, his lips a pale red, and his eyes had large pupils, with irises around them that were almost white, but had tinges of pale blue. He could hear in their thoughts that they thought we was dressed as a “vampire,” one of those silly creatures from old fiction that had experienced a revival in the fantasy world of these times.

But he didn’t mind. It was easier to blend in here. He didn’t have to try and come up with a clever explanation for who he was when inquisitive people asked him, he didn’t have to make up stories about skin or blood diseases to explain his hideous appearance. Oh, his face and his body were beautiful, yes, as they had been when he was human, but as drained and empty as he was now, he appeared a revanant, a walking corpse among human beings.

What was he, exactly? Well, “vampire” had certainly been a good guess. But he knew how these fantasy creatures gained sustenance, and it wasn’t nearly so crude for him. He didn’t drink the blood of his victims (though he had tasted it once, and was as disgusted as any human being might be), he didn’t even cause them physical harm. He didn’t need to use powers of persuasion to lull his victims into bliss, he gave it to them truly and purely, and took their lives when they were at their happiest, when they reached the moment of true transcendence.

And how he longed for this mortal young man. His body was attracted to his beauty, but his spirit was attracted to the mortal’s spirit. How melancholy was his mind, and how pure was his soul. Jared lusted after him immensely, wanting right now to snatch him out of this crowd and take him away. But that wouldn’t do, he could not be secretive that way, and it would cause too much trouble. He wanted to savor this moment, and savor this taking of life. For him, the victims were not truly victims at all. Sure, they died, they lost their mortal life, but they died for a purpose. They sustained him while feeling the most pleasure and satisfaction any mortal could ever feel. They died in a state of complete bliss, the gates of heaven opening for them.

Evan. The mortal human man with dark brown hair and green eyes, a lean body that beneath his clothes was covered in fine, dark hair. Even through his disdain for all things around him, Jared could sense Evan’s body picking up signals from the other mortals gathered around. He saw a young woman with breasts held tightly by scant fabric, dressed as some fantasy warrior, and his erection grew behind his jeans. He saw another person to whom his body reacted, a man walking around in absolutely nothing but a gold speedo, wearing a crown of laurels on his head and golden boots on his feet. He’d had a bulging member between his legs poking through the fabric of his speedo, and Evan’s erection had grown at seeing this, his heart beating faster and his head beginning to throb. Evan himself tried to put these thoughts out of his mind. The time for making love, he told himself, was done. It was time to die. He had come here because his favorite author had been signing books, and he would have a copy of his favorite book signed and dedicated to him, and he would die with that book at his side, however it happened.

Jared could respect that. He would honor Evan’s wish.

When Evan exited the building through the turning doors and headed for the lawn, Jared approached him. He gave him a simple tap on the shoulder, and Evan had turned, seen Jared’s ghastly appearance, and gasped. He put a hand to his fast-beating heart, “You scared me, man,” he said in a deep voice that was so gentle and sweet. It was calming to hear. “I guess you’re dressed as, I don’t know, an Incubus or something?”

Now that had been truly a miraculous guess. Jared himself was surprised and for a moment he almost let his facial expression betray himself. Then he spoke, “Something like that,” he said simply.

“Well, it’s a cool look,” Evan said politely, and then turned to walk away.

“Wait,” said Jared, and Evan turned around, “Are you here by yourself?”

“Uh, yes,” said Evan, and Jared could hear from Evan’s thoughts the secret desire that this man, strangely costumed or so it seemed, was some rapist or murderer who attempted to kill him. Jared would indulge this fantasy.

“Why don’t you come to my room?” asked Jared in a gentle voice.

“You’re asking me to your room and I just met you?” laughed Evan, “How do I know you’re not gonna chop me into bits and hide me in the floorboards?”

The funny thing about it was that as the words escaped his mouth, very convincingly making it seem as though he wanted none of it, Jared could feel Evan’s longing that it might happen. Evan had stopped caring about pain anymore, and he didn’t care if his death was painful or humiliating, he just wanted to die.

“Oh no, never anything so crude as all that,” said Jared with a smile.

Evan thought the strange man speaking to him was joking, but secretly hoped he was telling the truth. Jared was telling the truth, but spoke as though he were telling a joke.

Jared boldly reached out and grabbed Evan’s hand, and began to lead him. Evan followed without much of a word, and eventually when Jared let go of his hand, he continued to follow. They walked at a calm pace to the hotel where Jared had rented a room. He didn’t really need the room, he didn’t much like modern comforts, and preferred to sleep in the wilderness, but he had rented the room so that he might lure a victim here. And how simple now it was.

Neither of them spoke as they entered the hotel lobby, boarded they elevator, waited for the doors to open, and headed down to the room at the end of the hall. Jared used the little card he’d been given and opened the door, holding it open in a gentlemanly fashion for Evan, who slipped in past him and set his book down on the night stand, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking out of the wide window with it’s blinds pulled up.

The little hotel room had one large bed and a leather couch near that, along with a wooden stand that held a television, a closet, and a door to a small bathroom. The couch was perpendicular to the bed. Jared came around the bed and sat on the couch, relaxing with his arm on the arm of the couch, while Evan regarded him with curiousity.

“So, do you know why I’ve brought you here?” asked Jared.

“To have sex with me, probably,” said Evan in a voice that sounded vaguely disappointed.

“Would you like that?” asked Jared.

Evan shrugged. “I wouldn’t hate it, but I don’t really care anymore. I don’t care about pleasure or pain. I have a death wish.”

Interesting that he was so candid. Jared hadn’t expected that. Thoughts are always candid, words, not so.

“Why do you wish for death?” asked Jared.

“It’s too complicated to explain,” said Evan, “But suffice it to say I’m tired.” His eyes suddenly began to well up with tears like they had in line at the signing within the convention hall. The sun outside the window was already setting. “I’m tired of everything,” he choked through his tears.

“Oh, sweet boy,” said Jared with true compassion in his voice, and he stood up, walking to the bed and wrapping his arms gently around Evan, who laid his head against Jared’s chest, “Why do you cry?” he asked Evan, “When you say that you don’t care to live anymore? If you care not for pain or pleasure, why are you so emotional?”

“I wish I knew,” sobbed Evan, and he pulled his head back from Jared, wiping his tears and sniffing. Jared got down on his knee before him and smiled. He knew that to Evan, he looked terrifying, but Evan believed him to be wearing makeup, to be in disguise. He believed the terrifying white skin and the hideously white eyes to be trickery. He thought that Jared might shower all of this away and transform into a normal human being again. Well, he wasn’t entirely wrong.

“Evan,” said Jared in a quiet voice, “I have something to tell you.”

“How did you know my name?” asked Evan with a hint of fear in his voice.

“Oh come now, you wanted me to kill you when you met me, and you wonder how I know your name?”

“I didn’t really want you to kill me, it was a joke,” said Evan, but his voice didn’t carry any conviction.

“No it wasn’t,” said Jared. He placed a hand on Evan’s hand, oh this warm, delicate hand, covered on the back with fine little black hairs, the hair running up Evan’s arms and all over his body. He had picked up images of Evan staring at his naked form in the mirror, the young man dissatisfied by what he saw. But how beautiful he was.

“Now listen,” said Jared, “I’m going to tell you a marvelous secret. When you met me, you said that I was dressed as an Incubus, one of the demons of ancient times.”

Evan nodded, “Yeah, I don’t know why, it just seemed that way to me. You’re probably a vampire though.”

“Actually I am not, nor am I dressed in any costume,” said Jared with a smile, “I am indeed what was in those old times called an Incubus, though I go by many different names now. I don’t have a preferred name for what I am, because I never divulge it to anyone. But I am indeed one of those old demons who steal life from their victims.”
Evan smiled and rolled his eyes.

“You don’t believe me I know,” said Jared, “But that’s alright, you’ll know soon enough. Because I am going to fulfill your wish, I am going to kill you.”

Evan’s heart began to beat faster. For a split second there was hesitation in his mind. Now that someone had threatened to do it, did he really want it? But it took not even another moment before he came back to his old feeling. Yes, he wanted death. But he didn’t believe this person in front of him was a demon.

“I know you don’t believe,” said Jared, “But touch my skin, do you feel makeup there?”
Evan reached out and gently caressed Jared’s face. Jared closed his eyes, his own heart pumping. Oh, to feel the hands of this youthful man touching him was ecstasy. “No makeup, alright,” said Evan.

“I invite you to touch my eyes to prove I am not wearing colored contact lenses,” said Jared.
And Evan did. It was violating somehow to feel fingers pressed against his eyes, a slight burning sensation when they touched, but Jared kept his eyelids open. Evan drew back his hand. “You really look like this,” he said in astonishment.

“Yes,” said Jared, “And though I am but an ancient demon, I don’t have the powers your modern fantasy creatures have. I live only to take life and sustain myself, but when I do, I give that person who dies the most pleasure they have ever experienced.”

“You mean sex?” asked Evan.

Jared laughed a little. “Sex does not begin to describe it. I’m going to take your life, sweet, young Evan, but you will enjoy every moment. It will not only be painless, but you will see what you’ve dreamed of, you will see the cosmic fabric of the universe, you will understand all questions. I know this because they all do, when they reach the final point just before death, my victims. And I try to read it from their thoughts or feelings, see what they’re seeing, but I never can. I just know that they unlock some kind of answer when they reach that point, and then I take their life and I am sustained.”
Evan was silent.

“Do you believe?” asked Jared.

“No, not really,” said Evan, “I think this might just be a fantasy game you’re playing. But I wish it were true.”

“Come now, my beautiful, my love” said Jared, and he placed his hand on the back of Evan’s neck, “Let me show it to you, let me give you the sensations now, let me prove it to you.” He rubbed his fingers against the little hairs against Evan’s neck. “Is there anything you wish to be done before you die? Anything you wish to say, anything you wish for me to do with your body?”

Evan smirked. “If what you’re saying is true, then yes, just one thing. I want the book to be with me,” he motioned with his head toward the nightstand, and the little hardback book there, “It’s the only thing I brought with me. I want it to be with my body when they find it.”

“That is all you wish?” asked Jared.

“That’s all,” said Evan. He still didn’t believe.

That was alright. The time for doubt was passed anyway.

Jared leaned forward and pressed his lips to Evan’s.

Oh, the kiss. How Jared reveled in the kiss. It was the first and most sacred part of the ritual. The lips touching, the heat from the lips penetrating Jared’s entire body, making his hair stand on end and his penis become erect beneath these tight jeans that he wore. Evan moaned. It was beginning for him, the feelings that humans only knew when they were in Jared’s arms. The kiss was not just Evan’s lips pressed to his, but his spirit, his energy, passing out of his body and into Jared’s. Jared’s eyes opened during the kiss. There was no physical change in Evan but already a slight bit of color had returned to Jared’s eyes, he knew it and could feel it. They were a little bluer than they had been before. And as he kissed deeply, passionately, moving his lips against Evan’s, feeling the eager and passionate tongue of the young man penetrate Jared’s own mouth, he knew that color was returning, very slowly, to his skin. His white hair was regaining it’s dark pigment, but only very slowly.

A kiss was simply not enough.

With skill, Jared laid Evan back on the bed properly, his head laid on the pillow, Evan’s eyes closed as his body was filled with warmth and bliss. It was like a trance, this part of the ritual, the human being always giving themselves up, body, mind and spirit. Oh, he would be so gentle with this beautiful spirit, he would not tarnish or harm it, nor the body. And what a beautiful body it was, Jared discovered, as he unbuttoned Evan’s shirt and his jeans, removing them, pulling down the tight-fitting underwear and revealing the cock that bobbled up between his legs.

Evan was completely naked now, his head thrown back, his body slowly squirming in pleasure, filled with the warmth of the spell Jared’s kiss had cast. His figure was lean, and his body covered in dark hair, surrounding his small, pink nipples, leading down to his naval and trailing into his pubis, hair everywhere on him, covering his testicles and the base of his penis, his thighs, his legs, his arms, the tops of his feet and hands. Like a child Evan drew himself up with his hands under his knees and turned to the side, not in pain but in pleasure and delight, unable to speak, his eyes closed, and Jared saw his small buttocks, covered also in the black hair, and the separation there between them. He leaned forward and kissed Evan’s beautiful, plump little buttocks, and darted his tongue between them to the little opening, and Evan sighed and relaxed and Jared skillfully worked his tongue into Evan’s sex, lapping at it, tasting the tangy saltiness of it and the little hairs surrounding it. When Evan’s opening was wet, Jared teased it with a long finger, and let it slip inside just a little, and Evan turned over onto his back, hoisting his body up a little to allow Jared’s finger to penetrate him, and with his finger he felt the warm inside of Evan’s body, and rubbed with his fingertip the gland within, the soft little spot inside that felt as though it were swelling in pleasure. Jared smiled and removed his finger, and Evan whined, opening his eyes and looking up at Jared.

Jared put a finger to Evan’s mouth, and skillfully began removing his clothes quickly. Jared’s own body was stark white, but his stomach had well-carved muscles, his buttocks were hard, his penis was thick, his chest was broad. He knew that he was beautiful, and with his white skin he appeared like a statue. He laid down atop Evan now, feeling the warmth of this young man’s body against his own, the warmth held there in all the hair along his body, and how soft and luxurious was this body hair as Jared felt himself wriggling around it giddily, enjoying the feel of it, and bringing his lips to Evan’s again. He kissed Evan passionately, long and deep, and allowed his lips to move for kiss after kiss, Evan’s tongue lapping the inside of Jared’s mouth with complete abandon now, as he thrust his hips upward. Jared bit very gently on Evan’s lip.

He kissed Evan’s neck, sucking gently. He could feel the blood rushing to the spot where his lips sucked, he could feel the energy inside Evan’s body coalescing there, but this was only the beginning. This was not how it would happen. The energy would release inside of Jared at the very end, at the moment of transcendence. Still, a little color came back to his body, his white skin now looking less like that of a statue and simply very pale. He didn’t seem to be made of granite anymore. Jared didn’t have to see himself to know this, he’d seen his own body go through the changes before, marveling at it, but that was long ago.

Jared placed a kiss over Evan’s beating heart, feeling there more than anywhere the warmth, the energy, and the pure love radiating from it. They always fell in love during this, the old ritual, and they died in love too. Jared was happy it was that way. It was the most beautiful way to die. And he licked with his tongue Evan’s sensitive little nipple there next to his heart, and then the other. He moved down, feeling Evan’s cock slip past Jared’s own testicle and bob up toward his stomach. He leaned down and kissed the young man’s stomach, and there was a strand of clear fluid streaming now from the tip of Evan’s cock. He lapped it up greedily.

Traces of semen, of Evan’s seed. This was the sweetest taste of them all. This was the pure life force inside any man, his seed. To Jared it tasted different than it would to a mortal. Oh, the tangy taste was there, but it was so warm, almost burning in his mouth, and this was just the fluid meant to lubricate his penis, it wasn’t the true seed. That would be at the end.

Jared touched every part of Evan’s body with his fingers, avoiding the cock, saving it, massaging gently Evan’s fingers and hands, his arms, lifting him up and running his nails down Evan’s back, feeling the plump little buttocks with their covering of fine dark hair, and running his hands through the hair on Evan’s legs, back up across his stomach and his chest, breathing deep this young man’s scent.

He leaned down to Evan’s cock. He kissed it’s head. It was a beautiful member, not too long or thick, but perfectly proportioned and a little too big for Evan’s body, just one simple upward curve that was not too pronounced. His testicles were large, filled with seed, and burning hot, for this young man hadn’t experienced sexual pleasure in weeks. Jared leaned down and kissed the testicles, sucking on one and then the other, running his fingers gently along the soft skin of the scrotum, and down the trail of hair leading to Evan’s anus, penetrating it again with his finger.

Evan was circumscribed, and Jared shot his tongue out and licked the little gathering of nerves on the underside of the shaft, below the head. Evan moaned. Jared let his finger find it’s way deeper into Evan, touching again the prostate, the warm gland within him, and more of the clear fluid came rushing out of the tip of Evan’s cock. He licked the tip and then allowed it to pass through his lips, taking the whole cock in his mouth.

How warm, how delicious of taste and intoxicating of smell, this organ. The energy in Evan’s body was all concentrating here, in his penis and in his testicles. Evan’s body was positively glowing with color and the hairs on his body even seemed to darken. During these final moments when the energy was so freely moving through every spiritual chakra, every physical cell of the body, Evan was coming alive as he never had before.

Jared sucked hard on the organ, feeling it release more of that warm, flavorful liquid into his mouth, his finger playing gently within Evan, and then pushing hard on the gland, begging it for more of the liquid that now came in little spurts into his mouth. But it was not the seed, no, not yet.

Jared removed his finger and climbed atop Evan, whose head was lain back on the pillow, his eyes closed, lost in complete bliss. Evan’s body was alive with pleasure, every pathway inside of him allowing the blood to flow, the energy to flow, and as Jared reached down with his hand and pressed the head of Evan’s cock to his own small opening, he felt the burning ecstasy there, as no mortal would ever feel it with another mortal.

Jared let the wet cock slip inside of him, and it penetrated him easily. He breathed a sigh of deep pleasure and relief as the cock slipped it’s full length within him. Though Evan didn’t look up at him, his hands began to move up and touch Jared’s body, pinching Jared’s nipples, gliding down Jared’s abdominal muscles, and then finding Jared’s thick cock and squeezing it. A little fluid escaped Jared’s own cock.

Jared began to ride Evan gently, and then bucked harder. The cock inside him hit his own prostate, and the warmth there within him, inside his opening, was astonishing to him as it always had been. Every time Jared experienced this it was as though it was the first time. He threw his head back and reached down to hold Evan’s hands.

“Yes,” he whispered, “Yes, my sweet,” and Evan began to thrust hard inside Jared. “Pleasure me, and take for yourself all the pleasure you will ever know in this world, take it all, my love,” breathed Jared.

Evan opened his eyes now and moaned loudly, his lips moved as though to make words but all that escaped him was a meek cry of pleasure. Jared smiled. Evan’s entire body was glowing, his eyes were the deepest color green they had ever been, his lips becoming blood red, his dark brown hair full and luxurious, his skin animated, tanned, full of life. Evan’s cock pushed inside Jared again and again, hitting Jared’s secret little spot, making his entire body rock with unspeakable hunger, unspeakable pleasure, and he bounced on Evan’s cock, the young man’s body full of strength and he held Jared in his strong young arms, the sweat beginning to form along his body, in the hair of his chest and his stomach, and he breathed deeply and in bursts, noises escaping his mouth that no mortal ever made until he had reached this point. The energy was collecting there in Evan’s cock as he thrust, Jared giving himself over to his lover’s sublime strength, Evan’s body working frantically to gain more and more pleasure, his cock now nearing the point of release, and Jared felt it, the spiritual energy all through Evan’s body coalescing there inside his penis, his testicles tightening.

Evan screamed, an unabashed scream of undeniable ecstasy, and the semen burst from the head of his cock within Jared, streams of it jetting out within Jared, and Jared’s own body did the same, the orgasm touching his own cock and sending fluid out onto Evan’s stomach and chest, and from within Evan’s mind and his spirit Jared saw it, from within the roiling pleasure the shook Evan’s entire body from his toes up into his burning eyelids, concentrated there within his cock as more and more seed than he’d ever given released, Jared could see for a moment that great cosmic fabric binding all things, he could see the universe in it’s entirety through Evan’s mind, he could feel it, nirvana, ultimate transcendence, and Evan screamed again, his deep voice full of weakness and pleasure as his powerful cock shot more of the semen, Jared’s own semen rushing out of his cock that had never been touched, landing on Evan’s chest and on his neck.

Another jet of semen within Jared, another still, less this time, and then the final shot, and the warmth filling Jared’s entire body. He smiled and lifted his body from Evan’s cock. He got up from the bed and stood, naked. He wandered over to the door to the bathroom and saw himself in the mirror there.
Oh, what sublime warmth filled his body now, every muscle, every sinew, every pore tingling and warm, and there was his reflection. Great majestic blue eyes, deeply tanned skin, the hair on his body light brown, the hair on his head a deep brown. His body and his spirit were alive, the energy flowing through him entirely, the nirvana still touching him from within.

He smiled to himself in the mirror. Such beauty, his own form. How satisfying to see himself restored.

Jared opened the door to the bathroom and grabbed one of the towels, and came back to the bed, wiping his seed from Jared, cleaning his beautiful body, now stark white, drained of color, drained of life and spirit. His soul was gone from it now, and his colorless hair and colorless irises were just a part of a vessel that he had left. His energy was within Jared now, and as for his soul, should it exist, well, Jared knew no more than anyone else in the world might know. He arranged Evan’s body with dignity, and he placed the hardback book from the bedside table on Evan’s chest, above the colorless chest hair there, and folded Evan’s hands over the book.

Jared put on his clothes and walked to the window, looking out at the convention center. He had accomplished what he’d come here to do, he had answered the call of one who sought death and granted him divine oblivion, or divine absolution, Jared couldn’t know, for he was immortal, but still alive. He was as human as anyone else, really, he had been human once before he’d been given the curse. But no matter all of that now. It would be months before he’d need to take the energy from someone again, and yet he found himself feeling gluttonous. Surely there was another with a death wish, another who could be persuaded to give up their body, their energy, their spiritual being, for a moment of unparalleled pleasure?

With a gentle laugh to himself, Jared turned to walk to the door, but stopped to look at the body that had been Evan’s. He so hated to see the bodies like this after it was done, but out of respect, he closed his eyes and bowed his head. “May you find peace, little one,” he said gently, “May your soul find the answers it longs for, and may my gift to you be joy that you carry with you, wherever you go.”

Jared found himself shedding a tear, a fresh, salty tear, full of life and energy, out of respect and love for the boy. How he loved him, and how he would always remember him, the way he remembered every one of the people who had given to him their energy. He smiled. He walked to the hotel room door and opened it, then gently closed the door in reverence of Evan, and left to find another who sought release.

For A Long Time

Hephaestian stood, naked, his erection bulging between his legs, his eyes boring into Lucas with a white hot intensity that sent currents of shivers from the top of Lucas’ head down through his spine, tingling into his own erection and trailing down into the bottoms of his feet.

Hephaestian came forward and with two strong, calloused soldier’s hands, he grabbed Lucas firmly but tenderly around his waist and pulled him desperately close to himself, and brought his face close to his lover’s. For an instant that seemed to stretch on endlessly, Hephaestian’s bright honey brown eyes gazed into Lucas’s own, his deep brown curls blowing in the slight breeze of the afternoon, the grey clouds above him calm and still. He brought his lips to Lucas’s, and kissed.

Their lips met, and it was as though some weakness triggered in the back of Lucas’s neck, in his lower back, behind his knees, and he seemed to lose any concept of where he was for a moment, only that Hephaestian’s supple lips were pressed to his, sucking lightly, and then Lucas moved his lips to return his lover’s kiss. Together their lips made light popping sounds and they kissed again and again, Hephaestian clutching Lucas tighter, his thick erection pressing hard against one of Lucas’s clothed legs, and his tongue shot out from within his mouth and licked at Lucas’s tongue. At this, Lucas really did lose his footing, and with a satisfied, desperate moan he laced his arms around Hephaestian’s neck and allowed himself to be held in his lover’s strong grip.

Hephaestian broke from their kiss and stared again into Lucas’s eyes, his heavy breathing matching his lover’s, and he ran his hands through Lucas’s straight, blonde hair. In an instant he had placed Lucas on his own feet again, and was hastily untying the laces of his shirt across his chest and pulling it off, and ferociously he began to suck on Lucas’s neck, gently nibbling and then moving down to his lover’s shoulder, where he bit hard. Lucas took a deep breath and allowed his head to fall lazily back as Hephaestian moved his kissing lips down to Lucas’s nipples, and lowered himself to his knees, his fingers undoing the laces of Lucas’s trousers while his lips sucked on the first nipple, his tongue shooting out to lick it lightly, teasingly, and then his teeth gently grazing it, before he moved to the next nipple, Lucas’s trousers now undone and being whipped down to his ankles.

On Lucas’s satin underwear there was a large wet stain at the tip of his erection, and Hephaestian began to move his mouth down to Lucas’s lean stomach, kissing the light little blonde hairs that sprung up around his bellybutton, his fingers hooked into the sides of Lucas’s undergarment. He licked at the trail of blonde hair leading down from Lucas’s bellybutton, and then he moved his mouth boldly down past the lip of Lucas’s underwear to his erection, and started to kiss the edge of the organ that painfully jutted out in an attempt to escape from the clothing, tasting the salty remnants of the precum there stained into the underwear.

Carefully, enjoying the sight, Hephaestian pulled the underwear down, exposing first the darker blonde hair beneath Lucas’s stomach and then further, allowing his organ to break free into the air and bobble up and down for a moment. It was not as thick or as long as Hephaestian’s own cock, but it was beautiful, well-sized for Lucas’s body, and oddly symmetrical, without any protruding veins or awkward curves, only a gentle upward slant as it pointed forward, Lucas’s low-hanging balls swaying gently beneath the organ, covered in their fine blonde hairs.

Lucas’s groaned for satisfaction, and Hephaestian could see the strand of precum dripping quickly from the tip of Lucas’s cock, like colorless syrup escaping the bark of a tree. He took Lucas’s organ gently in his hand and with a slight squeeze felt the size of it, ripe as a fruit, and his squeeze caused the precum to flow out more quickly. Hephaestian brought his mouth down beneath Lucas’s cock and shot out his tongue, coming up closer to the cock as the sweet fluid fell into place on his tongue. He pursed his lips and pressed them gently to the tip of Lucas’s cock, sucking the precum from the tiny opening, and heard Lucas sigh in consternation, flexing his cock purposefully, bobbing it up and down, begging for pleasure.

Hephaestian let his fingertips slide down the length of Lucas’ erect cock, feeling the soft skin held taught and firm there around the pulsing organ, and then lightly grasped it, finding with his thumb the thin protruding skin that was a result of his circumsision, following the line of skin down from the tip of his cock to the small cluster of skin and nerves just below the head, and rubbing this cluster with his thumb, feeling Lucas’ begin to relax as pleasure rippled through him, and more precum began to find it’s way from the tiny opening at the tip of Lucas’s cock. Hungrily Hephaestian pressed his closed lips to the head and allowed it to break through into the warm recesses of his mouth, the ridges of the head sliding gently in and half the length of Lucas’s cock filling his wet mouth, his tongue coming up to slide along the bottom of the cock, and his lips sucking fiercely.

With a small moan of intense desire Hephaestian moved his left hand up and brought his fingers to graze Lucas’s balls, and gently weighed them in the palm of his hand, exploring with his fingers the two balls hanging in the soft, sensetive, and lightly blonde-haired skin of the scrotum, playing with the backs of the balls and running his fingers up the length of them to the little area under Lucas’s anus and pushing his finger in gently, all while he sucked on the cock, moving his head forward and back, trying to take as much of the length of it in as he could.

Lucas sighed with pleasure and his knees shook gently and he struggled to hold himself up, his hands finding their way into the tangled curls of Hephaestians hair and lovingly petting him while he sucked, grabbing a cluimp of his hair and pulling gently when the pleasure began to overwhelm him. His cock felt warm, tingling with satisfaction and the desire to come.

With his right hand, Hephaestian had reached between his own legs and was furiously running his hand up and down his own thick erection, precum dripping onto his fingers and lubricating his palm, tightening his grip around the foreskin that covered his head and feeling the shocking, pleasurable impluses from inside the foreskin and all around the head of his cock shudder up through his body and into the back of his neck, while Lucas’s hands played with his hair and pulled at the sensetive nerve endings in his scalp, and Lucas’s cock, tasting of sweat, filled his mouth, his head moving forward again and again to pleasure it, breathing in through his nose the scent of Lucas’s dark blonde pubic hair, feeling the hairs enter his mouth when he came close to taking in all of Lucas’s cock.

“Hephaestian,” whispered Lucas, and he pulled roughly at Hephaestian’s hair, and they both knew that it was time. Hastening the strokes on his own cock as he sucked as hard as could, Hephaestian readied himself, and then he heard Lucas let out a little gasp, and a long whimpering moan as his cock stiffened and flexed, and then Hephaestian felt on his tongue the hot liquid, salty and thick, as it began to fill up his mouth and gather on the back of his tongue.

Breathing hard and letting a loud moan that vibrated Lucas’s cock escape him, Hephaestian felt his own cock coming to the pinnacle of it’s pleasure, and jerking furiously, he felt the orgasm in the tip of his cock run down the length of it to the base, and begin to shake his whole body, his eyes behind their lids rolling back with unspeakable pleasure as the last of Lucas’s come filled his mouth and his warm cock remained firmly between his lips, the hot orgasm stabbing it’s way into the end of Hephaestian’s cock, his own come shooting hard out of the opening in his foreskin and onto the ground below him, racking his body again and again with each shot, the amount of hot come that coated his fingers lessening with each spasm, all the while moaning loudly, desperately, with each shot, until finally the consuming pleasure began to subside, and was replaced with a gentle, light-headed calm.

Hephaestian pulled his mouth back from Lucas’s cock and swallowed the warm liquid built up in his mouth, and kissed the tip of the cock he had sucked as more come still oozed it’s way out of the opening, and Hephaestian let his tongue gently press into the opening and taste the salty-sweet liquid. With his heart pounding in his chest and his body weak from it’s orgasm, he had a hard time standing up, but steadied himself with his left hand, and immediately kissed Lucas gently and lovingly, wrapping his left arm around Lucas’s naked waist and pulling him close, coiling his right arm around his lover without touching him with the hand that still dripped his own come onto the ground. The swelling in their spent cocks began to gently go down as Lucas’s half-erect organ touched Hephaestian’s much thicker cock, which still dripped come onto the ground beneath him from it’s head, covered all but for the tip and the tiny opening there by it’s hood of foreskin.

Both he and Lucas let out moans of relief and Hephaestian’s head was swimming as his chest began to fill up with warmth, holding his beloved in his arms, the love that he felt for Lucas growing so big that he felt it might actually find some way to burst from his body at any moment. Tingling all over with satisfaction and with the gentle weakness that is the love of another, he held Lucas tight and with his unsoiled left hand, laid his lover’s head against his own naked chest, stroking his hair and kissing it.

“I love you, Luke.” He whispered.

Lucas kissed Hephaestian’s chest. “I love you so much, Hephaestian.”

They stayed there, Lucas in Hephaestian’s arms, breathing together, the light afternoon breeze against their naked bodies, warmth filling their chests and their heads, for a long time.