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The cafeteria was full of noise; everyone taking over each other. It was an assault on the ears. Pierce had never had this problem before, but he was overwhelmed. The endless noisy chatter of the college cafeteria was resolving itself in a high pitched keening that made Pierce cover his ears, but there was no covering the sound. It grew in pitch and volume until Pierce thought he would scream and then, the fire sprinklers began to shower water over the cafeteria. Pierce watched as the students, screaming in shock and surprise, rushed out of the large featureless room. He watched their mouths move in surprise, but could only hear the now slightly relaxed keening in his ears. Without warning the keening built in intensity and then disappeared with a pop, to be replaced with the steady whoosh of the water as it poured down onto the now empty cafeteria. Slowly, numbly, Pierce stood, feeling the wet fabric as it stuck to his athletic body, and carefully began to make his way to the double doored exit. After stepping through the doors, he promptly feinted.
When Pierce woke next, everything was white. He was in a white bed with a frame of white bars. White curtains closed him away from the rest of the white ceilinged room. He sat up an noticed that he had been changed into a hospital gown of blue. He flushed in embarrassment at the thought of some strangers fingers unbuttoning his shirt, and drawing the soaking clothe away from his ivory skin, drying his arms, his hands, his abs, his.. everything else. He could feel his dick stirring at the thought and decided that he should probably think of something else. As if summoned from his fantasies, the most stunning creature he had ever seen slipped through the stark white curtains.
High cheekbones set in a pleasingly symmetrical face; eyes the color of molten gold set below a full head of unkempt chestnut hair; all serving to act as the perfect accompaniment to his full smiling lips and even pearly teeth. The six foot tall man in front of him wore a crisp powder blue dress shirt tucked into a pair of flat grey slacks, all just tight enough to hint at the undoubtedly David-esque shape of his body while being loose enough to force the imagination to fill in the oh so tantalizing gaps. His smile slowly shifted into a smirk as he observed the awe-struck expression on Pierce's face.
"Well hello." The perfect lips said with a slightly humoured air. "My name is Hyde or Dr. Mountblanc if you speak to my mother."
"I'm P..Pierce." Pierce stuttered in embarrassment as his cheeks flushed crimson.
"Well, then our little sleeping marble has a name." Hyde said, smirking again. Pierce looked at him in confusion.
"Sorry, Pierce, the sleeping marble is what the nurses have nicknamed you, owing to your handsomely pale skin. I think some of them hoped you would wake up and prove to be a vampire." Hyde laughed, though whether it was because he thought he had told a funny joke or at Pierce's embarrassment was anyone's guess.
"Wh..Where are my clothes?"
"Don't worry, Pierce, they have been laundered and are in storage. Now that you are awake, I'll have them brought up."
"How long have I been out?"
"Two days. The paramedics tried to find identification, but you didn't have any. After I check a couple of things about your condition, I'll bring in the phone so you can contact your family."
Hyde moved towards Pierce and with a series of gentle touches led him through a battery of tests. He understood that Pierce was in shock and tried to treat him gently. Once he had finished his tests, Hyde took Pierce's face with one hand and directed Pierce's gaze into his eyes. For a moment, he felt stunned at the dark, watery depths of Pierce's eyes, but he knew this was probably a side effect of the mana that was coursing uncontrolled through Pierce's newly awakened body.
"Pierce," Hyde said carefully, while continuing to gaze into Pierce's enchanting eyes. "It's going to be ok. You're fine, but you have to do some minor mental exercises to keep this from happening again. I'll return later to show you what to do. Can I get a phone for you?"
Pierce stared into the glowing depths of Hyde's molten eyes and felt calmed as if the anxiety and fear he had just been feeling were flowing out into the warmth of Hyde's smile.
"I.. I don't have anyone to call." He felt himself say almost involuntarily.
Hyde felt as though he had been struck. The pain that flowed outward from Pierce was overwhelming and all Hyde could think was: I have to help. I have to heal. Before he knew what he was doing he lowered his face to Pierce's and ever so gently brushed his lips against the coma-chapped lips of the handsome and wounded boy in front of him. He could feel Pierce's desire flame into being, not just animal lust, but also a desire to be comforted, to be healed.
Hyde mustered his self-discipline and, keeping his face so close that his lips continued to brush Pierce's as he spoke, he said, "Rest," in a breathy whisper. Pierce's hard body went limp in his arms.
Hyde carefully arranged his limbs under the blankets and resisted the nearly overwhelming temptation to explore the beautiful form that lay before him. He caressed Pierce's ivory face.
"Don't worry, you'll sleep 10 or 20 minutes, but your mind needs time to cope with your shock. Oh how I wish there was some way for me to protect you from what is coming next."
After a few more moments of contemplation, Hyde went into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. He quickly disrobed in front of the mirror, admiring his toned arms and abs, his honey touched skin, his lightly trimmed brown pubic hair, and his thick semi-hard member. He let one of his hands trace across the muscles of his chest, occasionally tweaking one of his hard, dark nipples, while the other made its way down to his heavy, round balls, cupping them and gently squeezing them. Then he moved his hand to his now hardening member and began to stroke it slowly and methodically until it reached its full eight inches.
After a few minutes of this, Hyde begins to direct his thoughts towards Pierce. Imagining what it would be like run his tongue up and down that marble skin, cool and hot at the same time. Dreaming of what his cock must look like set against that skin and night black hair. He imagined the curve of his muscular buttocks. What would it be lick to kiss those pert red lips, not soft and gentle, but hard and needy? He imagined Pierce's lips wrapped around his dick and couldn't hold back anymore. He let out a soft moan and felt his dick spasm as thick cords of sperm shot into the sink.
After a momentary reverie, Dr. Hyde Mountblanc carefully cleaned up the bathroom, redressed, and thought to himself, "I'm going to have to be careful around that man or I may lose control."