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First and foremost, the legalities. If you are under the age of consent, whatever that age may be in the state where you currently reside, read no further. This story is part of an ongoing serial fiction and contains graphic depictions of homosexual encounters. All encounters are of the masculine variety and are often done with little regard to 'safe sex'. This is after all a work of fiction, so none of the characters can get aids or the like. It is the recommendation of the author of this story, namely myself, that if you absolutely must engage in copious amounts of man sex, then do so as safely as you can. The last thing you want is to turn into a victim of your own hormones.
Secondly, for those of you who expressed interest in this story, I am sorry it has taken so long between installments, I have been working a great deal and will be starting school soon, so this leaves me little time for the things that I want to do. This series will be concluded in the next four chapters as it was never meant to be anything other than a quick foray into this world. Though I do think that I will visit our two 'heroes' again shortly, with another series that I have been toying around with. However, next on the agenda will the posting of a new series about a vampire searching for redemption......and lots and lots of sex. I hope you guys don't mind, but there will someone having sex at least once a chapter, even if it is only a quicky. So make sure you have lots of jergens and I hope you enjoy this installment.
*As always you may view my artwork and the sketches that will be going along with this series and all future series at my website www.designsbykyler.com , which will be updated within a week of the date of this posting. Love peace and chicken grease.
Terry sat on the back of the couch, the sharp back cutting into his muscular thighs. His toes had long since lost all feeling. He wasn't sure how long he'd been there. Tep had muttered something about needing to rest shortly before he confiscated the bed. Followed by another fit of muttering about how the bed smelled of sex.
The crown of his head was shining in the overhead light, the twinkle in his eyes was hidden by a shadow that came from within. He was worried, no...he was more htan merely worried, he was terrified. What had he been thinking, he should never have left the jungle. His rash action could be the cause of Darren's death, and if that happened, he knew his future would be short as well.
He'd never believed that he would know true love, especially not after the debacle with Peter. He'd run away to the wilds of nowhere, because he could neither contain nor deal with his feelings for Darren. His lust for his friend had made him nearly crazy by the end of his college career and he knew that had he not done something he would have broken.
So he left, ridding himself of the need to be near, to touch, to be touched. How ironic that in the deepest, scariest jungle on that side of the planet Terry would find someone who could make him feel alive and sane again, even if it did come at such a terrible cost.
Peter had shown him that it was okay to release the passion that he'd always held within him. So many people had always thought him wild and crazy, so few had known that was merely a front for someone who had trained themselves not to care for fear that such caring would overwhelm them. And he was right, Peter had overwhelmed and nearly destroyed him. But in the end it had been worth it, he'd discovered his own strength and how lucky he was to have it.
Now he had Darren, and it may wind up costing him so much that he couldn't afford to pay. The sleeping figure that was stretched across the couch, the full lips that he loved to bite had the very corners turned up in something like a smile. They seemed to beckon him. The long dark lashes were the perfect frame for the gentle and loving eyes that he knew would look out as soon as the spelled man woke. What had he done to deserve such feelings from someone so wonderful.
It hurt so bad that Darren was being constantly taken advantage of, his feelings being used as a door mat for others. But then, that was what Terry had done isn't it. Used him for his own emotional comfort, and now, he would have to leave, even if it was for Darren's own good.
Terry couldn't take the chance that Peter, or the thing that now had Peter's body would remember and come for him. They would hurt Darren to get to him, and that couldn't be allowed to happen.
His hand reached out of its own volition and traced the cheekbone of the man he loved with all his heart. The soft pale skin was so beautiful next to the dark tan that his own had become. The soft brown strands of his hair was enough to send thrills through his body at the memory of clutching that hair at the height of passion. He couldn't imagine how he'd ever lived without this man next to him.
He felt the soft change in breathing, felt the mind of his lover begin to rise out of the mists of Tep's enforced sleep. He wondered briefly how long the old Indian would be able to affect him this way. Darren had a powerful natural talent, he would learn far better and faster than Terry himself had. He wondered if that would be a good thing or bad for his friend.
The soft brown eyes opened with a flutter of eye lashes that was like the dancing of butterfly's wings. IT made terry's heart catch in his throat. "Hey, what are you doing?" The voice was still low with sleep.
Terry smiled, "watching you sleep."
Darren looked at him with humor in his voice, "Aren't there laws against that in this state?"
Terry's smile grew a little wider, "yeah, but you can just put me in handcuffs you don't evne have to call the cops."
"Freaky little bastard, I might just do that." Darren's hand reached up and took Terry's. "What's happening terry, I feel like my life is spinning out of control?"
Terry's smile disappeared, his head dropped down. "Tep and I have to do something. You don't want to know what it is, believe me."
"Your going to kill Peter." The statement was flat and held back any emotion that might have told Terry something about Darren's stance to that, not that he needed anything.
Terry nodded his head, "We have to, ever second that he is out there, is another chance that someone will be hurt. You can't imagine what he can do to a person Dar."
"Your going to murder someone Terry! I can't believe that your even capable of something like that!" Darren's eyes opened a little wider, but he wasn't hysterical.
"Darren, baby...listen, I want to show you something." Terry wasn't sure it would work, but he couldn't stand Darren thinking him a murderer.
"What?" There was true suspicion in his voice and it cut Terry deeply.
"I am going to show you peter, or more truly, what he's become." Terry took the hand that was twined within his own and held it to his heat. His own right hand went to Darren's temple. He wove the strands of his own mind into that of his lover's. They were one. He sent to Darren what Tep had sent to him, all those months ago while hold up in a cave in a lost jungle.
"This is what Peter is Darren, he's not human anymore. He's something older, and so much more cruel than anything you've ever seen before. He doesn't grapple for money or even power over others. Those things are just secondary for him. He wants death Baby, that is all he'll ever want till he's dead. What little there was of peter that was worth saving is gone.
Terry removed the hand from Darren's temple, ceasing the flow of images. Sights and sounds that had lived within the mind of a sentinel of a race of man so long gone that only rumor of it survived. Tep's mind had given to terry of his knowledge and now Terry had given to Darren. The young man who only days before had worried about his ex boyfriend being a bastard, had seen the bloodshed and horrors of a war fought before the pharaohs or Egypt or the terra cotta warriors of china. He'd seen what now walked the streets of new York city.
When his dark eyes opened again, he said only, "How can I help?"
The first feeding was always the best, the rush of sensation, of memory as the life of a person flowed into you. Humans were so much better than the beasts of the field. Cho'quatl, needed to teach his new child so much. And what an apt pupil he would be.
'Richard' had gone out and within an hour had returned with two beautiful young men. Cho'quatl had discovered this body's preferences and was more than happy to oblige. Being of neither sex himself, he had no distinction.
The first boy was a beautiful Latino, small with a wiry musculature that reminded Cho'quatal of the Indians of the jungle, he saved that one for last. The other was a golden colored youth with hair dyed a deep burgundy. This one with shining eyes was a delicious morsel. He cloths were gone at a look from the dark eyes of Cho'quatl. He drank of the boy's soul as he spit his fire into the boy's eager ass. He sucked his screams down his throat with the boy's life. When he was done pounding his pleasure into the boy's ruined anus, he dropped the lad, with just enough life left for a healing later, on the ground.
The darker one, he would be savored as well, though his torture would be far longer. His poor luck. Cho'quatl controlled his small mind with a will of iron and boy took jerking step after jerking step towards him. When the dark chest encased in its taunt wife beater was almost pressing against he pale red head's chest, he stopped. The slender hand reached down and grabbed the boy's testicles in his hands. He pulled on theme and twisted, but would nto let the boy fall. The force of his mind kept the legs locked and stable.
Taking on of the little balls between his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed until he felt the little but rupture. He kissed the Latino then, pulling him close and sucking his scream down with his life force. He could feel the two different kinds of pain vie for dominance in the boy. A thought sent to Richard and the boys lost his pants and the tight jockeys he wore were ripped off his body with such force that he nearly fell down.
There was no preparation, no lubrication needed, Cho'quatl took the head of his dick, which had begun to alter just like the rest of his body. It had had now started to sprout nubs that would later turn into small spikes of flesh. He knew it would cause an agony for the young man. He pushed in with all his strength. The tiny mortal pucker was no resistance. He felt tissue tear and listened to the sounds of the boys' screams as though they were a symphony to him. His brimstone cum mixed with the blood oozing out of the boy's ass, sizzling the carpet when it dripped down.
Cho'quatl laughed as he sipped at the boy's essence. Joined as they were with his massive tool buried deep in the suffering hole, he could pull the hot rich honey of the youth's life from him at any rate he wanted. But the agony that came with a slow death, that lent potency. It would make it a doubly more powerful feeding. He continued to slowly pulse into and out of the boy's ass. The slurping sounds of torn tissue and flesh were satisfying and would not let his cock soften.
He loved the fragility of these human bodies. As it slowly began to assume Cho'quatl's natural form, it would become easier to heal, and the sensations would become even more profound and delicious.
With some little irritation he let the boy drop, nowhere near dead, but unconscious and that ruined the pleasure he could take from him. He used a small amount of his hellish power and keep the boy from bleeding to death, reuniting the opening that he'd torn just enough that it still hurt.
He turned to Richard, who was watching with his eyes half lidded, his own large tool slick with black cum. His hand beating so fast that it could barely be seen. He felt his master's eyes on him and his back arched as more of the black acid spurt from his body.
"Let's clean up, tonight we do the hunting." His grin was scary in its emptiness. He ushered his child, lover, slave, and partner into the washroom and enjoyed the sensations as Richard washed him sometimes with his tongue, sometimes with the sponge. When they were both cleaned they left the bathroom and proceeded to dress in Richard's finest. Oddly enough each selection that Cho'qautl tried on fit as though it were tailored to his body. A marvelous feat considering how much larger Richard's body was compared to the slender demigod.
Their beatific bodies clad in the highest fashion they left the apartment and walked into the rank hallway. The door closed and locked of its own accord. As the elevator chimed its response to Richard's outstretched hand, Cho'quatl smiled again, as he summoned up the direction of the pulse of healing energy he'd felt the night before.
He could feel his golden one's presence. He knew that Terry would come to this city, just as he also knew that tonight he would have what they sought to keep from him. He wanted to enjoy the little ant that had thought to thwart him, but with the hunter so close, he daren't take any chances. He'd made the mistake before of thinking that only the old one was a danger. It wouldn't happen again.
The taxi driver was most helpful with his directions as well, soon they were headed for 'midtown'. The closer the got, the deeper Cho'quatl smiled.
That is it for this chapter my friends. Next one will be longer, I know cause I already wrote it. So it will be posted one day after this one. Enjoy and remember, an indicment is not a conviction no matter what a fifties something hooker name Arlene tells you. If you want to talk to me about my stories, you think you have constructive criticism, or you just want to chat, my email address is Kpettry2000@yahoo.com. I would be more than happy to talk to you, as a little exposure to outside world would have help both my writing and my complexion.