Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. I do not know the sexual orientation of any of the celebrities who will be appearing in the story.
WARNING: The character does not have a happy life and will not have very many happy events in his life. If this kind of stuff bothers you, I do not recommend reading. Otherwise, enjoy.
The Shadow created by Street and Smith, Walter B. Gibson. Copyright Advance Magazine Publishing Inc.
Author's email address: authorjames2002@yahoo.com
Chapter 7 Sugar Rush
The Shadow slipped into the hotel easily this time. He found a shadowed area and waited for several minutes. Then he moved slowly toward the door waiting to see if the guard would see him. When it appeared the guard stared at him and then turned away, the Shadow knew his newfound gift was working. He also noticed that his mind was on depressing thoughts. He felt emptiness inside.
'No major difference,' he thought. 'It just seems now that when I'm in the shadows, I disappear from sight literally. Whatever works, I guess.'
Once inside, he made his way to the elevator. It didn't take long to reach the floor the A-Teens stayed on. When the doors opened, he stepped out and saw several men in tuxedos trying to open the locked door. The Shadow found the light switches and cut the lights in the corridor. The men in tuxedos looked around trying to find out what happened.
"What are you doing here?" the Shadow asked. His voice sounded nearly sinister when he was a shadow. "You've come to the wrong place."
"Who the fuck is there?" one of the men asked.
"Don't you know? You tangled with me before."
"What are you doing here?"
"The question is, what evil are you doing here?"
"How do you know we're here to do evil?"
The Shadow laughed. For the first time, he felt a real laugh, but it was dark and sinister. "Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?" Again he laughed. "The Shadow knows."
During this time, the Shadow moved down the corridor, but none of the men saw him. His fist flew out and became visible for a second as it collided with the jaw of the nearest tuxedoed man. A foot appeared, then another hand. Soon, the men were sprawled on the floor with the Shadow standing in the middle of them.
The door opened slowly and the Shadow appeared when he saw it was Amit. Amit's eyes widened when the Shadow seemed to come out of nowhere.
"What the hell?"
"It's okay," the Shadow comforted. "I came to check on you guys and they were here."
"You really took care of them."
"Call the police."
"Do you want to come in?"
"I really don't think..." Before he could finish his statement, the singer grabbed the Shadow and pulled him into the room.
"Don't worry," Amit said. "It will be okay."
Without warning, Amit kneaded the Shadow's chest.
"What are you doing?"
"Aren't you feeling the same as me?"
"This...this isn't right."
"Suit yourself," Amit said as he turned and headed to Dhani's room.
"I've been waiting for you," the Shadow heard Dhani say.
Then he heard the sound of heavy kissing.
"It's happening again," the Shadow whispered. He went to the bedroom door and he felt himself disappear from sight. In the apartment sat a camera videotaping the two men as they kissed and ground their bodies together.
After a time of sucking and fucking, the two men pulled on condoms and proceeded to ejaculate into the latex tubes. Then they got up and tied the condoms tight. Without even sensing the Shadow's presence, as if they were in a trance, the two singers walked past the shadowed youth and headed to the balcony. They placed the condoms on the table and headed back inside. Dhani went into the bathroom and washed himself while Amit went into his bedroom and crawled underneath the covers.
The Shadow went into the living room and stood at the balcony door waiting for something to happen. The shower stopped running and Dhani came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He noticed the balcony door was open and walked over to it.
Instantly the Shadow appeared.
"Holy shit!" Dhani exclaimed as he jumped back from the Shadow's appearance. "What the...?"
"I came to check on you."
"I take it everything is okay?"
"Sort of. There are several men in the hallway unconscious." The Shadow turned and nodded toward the condoms.
Dhani looked and his eyes widened. "That's..."
"From you and Amit."
"But when?"
"Just before you got your shower." The Shadow walked over and picked up the condoms. Just touching the two youths' condoms, knowing the latex had been on their long cocks, the insides of the tubes filled with their cum, stimulated the youth. However, he repressed his arousal. "Follow me."
Both young men headed into Dhani's bedroom where they saw the video equipment.
"Oh my God," Dhani said as he sat on the bed.
The sound of water running clued them into the fact that Amit was awake and in the bathroom.
"I can't believe it happened."
"This is the third time. Are you being blackmailed by anyone?"
"No," Dhani said defensively.
"Someone is going to an awful lot of trouble to get your cum. For some reason it is needed, but I don't know why. And I can't explain why you two are being videotaped unless you are being blackmailed or you guys get off on being exhibitionists."
"How can you say that?" Dhani said defensively again.
"You and Amit are in the public eye. You can't be openly exhibitionists or your careers would be ruined. That doesn't explain what the person wants with your sperm, though. And don't worry, I'm not judging you."
The water turned off and Amit exited the bathroom with a towel around him as well. He saw the Shadow and Dhani in Dhani's room and entered. "What's going on?" Then he saw the camera and realized that they had done it again. "Not again."
"How much longer are you going to be here?"
"I think we leave the day after tomorrow."
The Shadow nodded. "I want some blood samples. It could be that someone is drugging you. Although the hot shower seems to be the only thing clearing it up. At any rate, I want blood samples. If you are being drugged, there should be trace amounts of it in your system."
"Come by tomorrow night. We have another performance. If we start to do it, take our blood then. That way it will definitely be in our system."
The Shadow nodded. Amit got up and went into his room, slamming the door in frustration. The Shadow stood and Dhani pulled the towel away.
"Don't go yet," the blonde singer requested. "Could you stay in here for a while? At least until I go to sleep?"
The Shadow nodded and sat down in a nearby chair.
Dhani crawled into the bed and pulled the covers up over him. "I can't believe this is happening to me," he said. "I don't know what's going on. It scares me."
"There's nothing to be scared of."
"So you often go into trances and videotape your sexual escapades with your co-workers?"
The Shadow said nothing. In his mind he answered that he didn't have sex and he didn't have co-workers. Even his three new 'friends' didn't count as co-workers. Not in his mind, at least. He would not allow himself to open up or connect with anyone. It only distracted him from his purpose. Plus, he didn't feel he deserved it.
The Shadow looked over at Dhani who was now sleeping restfully. He watched the slow rise and fall of his chest as the singer was now in dreamland.
'He's naked under that cloth,' the Shadow thought, though his thoughts weren't conscious. They seemed to just come to his mind. 'I got to see him naked and have sex with Amit. Amit sucked his dick. I wonder what it tastes like. It might be the same as...
'No, stop this! You have no right to think that! Not after what you did! Not after what happened!
'But he won't know. He's almost offering himself to you by laying their naked. He's practically inviting you to take a look.'
The Shadow rose from his chair and slowly walked toward the bed. His heart beat hard in his chest, so much so that it felt like the reverberations were busting out of his ears. He reached down and lightly touched the edge of the blanket, grasping it as if holding a delicate flower, and pulled it back. The first thing he saw was Dhani's chest. It was so smooth yet slightly defined. He truly retained his youthful physique. Raising the blanket a littler further, he could see the slight definition of his abdominal muscles. If Dhani kept working out, he would have a nicely ripped body. Then, as he looked a littler further, he caught sight of Dhani's blondish brown pubic hairs. Nestled in those hairs was flaccid two inch cock, hanging to the left as Dhani was sleeping on his left side. His balls hung toward the left as well.
'No, this isn't right,' the Shadow said as he dropped the covers and ran to the living room taking deep breaths, nearly hyperventilating. 'I can't do this! This is wrong!'
The Shadow, angered by his actions, willed his semi-hard, wet cock to go soft. He walked to the balcony and climbed out into the night.
A short while later, the Shadow entered his lair to find Harris typing away at the computers.
"Find anything," he asked.
"Ipanema is a neighborhood in Rio de Janeiro. It wasn't a very popular place a century ago. Ipanema means bad water in a Brazilian Indian dialect. The natives weren't too keen about the water. Or something in the water scared them.
"The A-Teen toured there a few months ago. From what Jared was able to uncover, the odd behavior the guys have been engaging in started sometime around there."
"I'll have to ask them about it when I see them again." And the Shadow, leaving Harris to his work, headed toward the gym and his cot.
To Be Continued...