Confrontation

Vvv vvv. Derek groaned and reached for his phone. “Derek, I think we need to talk.” Seven words and Derek’s heart froze.

“When do you want to meet up?” He sent the text and clutched the plastic casing and glass screen. Vvv— He opened the text before it could even go off again.

“You should come over now. You can do whatever you want to get here.” Derek couldn’t believe it. Bill remembered.

“I’ll be right there.” Derek replied and walked to the mirror. No time for clothes. He thought of Bill and walked through.

“There you are.”

“Well, you said right now. So here I am. What did you want to talk about?” Derek went to the bed and sat down. Bill had already seen him naked, so why try to cover up?

“What are you? You came through my mirror last night, and then left without a trace. I know I didn’t drink anything last night, so why do I feel like I have a hangover?” Bill stood in the doorway with a towel around his waist.

“That’s all very…complicated.”

“Try me, because all I know is you just came through a mirror. A fucking mirror, and I don’t know how to deal with this right now. Plus the murder investigation. Just tell me.” Bill walked up to Derek, wanting to hold him, but Derek looked away.

“You’re hung over because as you were inside me, I was feeding on your energy. Ever since I went through puberty, it’s all I could do.” Derek couldn’t look at Bill. He didn’t even know why he was telling him this. He never met anyone that he couldn’t glamour.

“So you feed…on sex?” Bill asked Derek. He put his hand on Derek’s shoulder, slightly rubbing it.

“Yup. I don’t know why I’m like this, but I think I’m what they call, and Incubus. We feed on sexual energy. When I first looked at you at my house, I knew I needed you, badly, I just didn’t know I wanted you. That’s why I left. I need to feed once a day, and at the end…at the end they die. I couldn’t…wouldn’t do that to you.” Derek put his hand over Bill’s.

“Hey.” Bill sat down next to Derek. “If a hangover is all I got from the most amazing sex I’ve had in years, then I want one for every day until I die.”

“Be careful what you wish for.” Derek said and straddled Bill. The only thing between them was a mere piece of cloth. “You might just get it.” Derek kissed Bill, siphoning some of his energy, but stopped. He caressed Bill’s face. The color had drained a bit, and his eyes became clouded. He looked so happy. “Bill.” Derek ground his hips on top of Bill’s hips.

“What?”

“If you don’t mind. I need to feed. Do you think I can come back after?” Derek continued to grind on top of him. “It’s so you won’t die.”

“As long as you promise to come back.” Bill said and kissed Derek’s neck.

“Anything for you.”

 

 

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Helping Bill

Tink tink tink. Derek tapped the card on his desk. He looked at the back. “Like what you see? Text or call me. Winky face. (206)-777-2841.” This was scrawled quickly on the back of his card. Derek grabs his phone off the desk and creates a contact for this officer. “So I was wondering, do the carpets match the drapes?” Derek put in and sent. It’s just another hit, but his stomach was doing cartwheels.

Derek’s phone screen lit up. He opened the message. “I don’t know, why don’t you see for yourself with a winky face at the end.” A picture followed of Officer Walsh, red hair covered everything, from chest to stomach, to definitely the groin area, and more. Derek looked at the picture and knew he wanted more.

“Damn man, I wanted you since I laid eyes on you, but now I wish you had taken me in your cop car and gave me a hard pat down. Winky face.” He pushed send, and couldn’t believe what he just said. He knew that was cheesy, but hopefully Officer Bill will take the–” vvvv vvvv. Derek unlocked the screen and clicked on Bill’s message.

“This hard?” Then a picture of his dick. Praise modern technology and the fact that most men are some-what exhibitionist Derek thought.

“Where are you? I think I need some help.” Derek pressed send and looked up at his ceiling. He hoped he responded in the correct way, and not worried. vvvv vvvv.

“Come help me and then a winky face and an address.” There was also a picture and Derek found out just how hairy Bill was with his legs in the air.

“I’ll be right there.” Pressed send and moved off his chair. He went up to the full length mirror in his room and thought of Bill. Of all of Bill. He could see Bill in the mirror and walked through. He freaked for a second from Derek coming through his mirror. In his room. But calmed once Derek stared into his eyes. “I’m here now.”

“I-I see that.” Bill stammered.

“Shhh. Just let me take care of that.” Derek said as he crept onto the bed, in between Bill’s legs. He went down on Bill.

“Fuck man.” Bill moaned, grabbing onto Derek’s hair. Derek’s hands roamed all over Bill’s body, reading his body and absorbing his energy. As Bill guided Derek’s mouth, his other hand roamed across Derek’s back and grabbed his ass. He noticed the hand prints that were still red from Patrick. Mmm. “I think someone likes to be–” Smack.

Nnh! Derek moaned around working on Bill.

“Spanked.” Bill finished. He worked his hand across the fresh red marks he just made. He rubbed down the middle and found something with a little, resistance. Bill pressed his finger in and Derek came off Bill and moaned.

Derek looked into Bill’s eyes. “Fuck me.”

“You want it, come and get it.” Bill told Derek. Derek moved farther up on Bill’s body. He could feel the hairs on Bill’s body tickle his skin. Derek stared into Bill’s eyes as he shifted and moved slowly down again on bill and kissed him as he went. They worked in tandem, both working each other to go over the edge, but neither wanted it to end. Derek kissed Bill’s neck, then bit down. Bill cried out as a little bit of blood was drawn.

Stop! Something inside Derek screams inside his head. He looked down at Bill and he’s a bit pale but still riding the high from them together. Derek stopped moving and Bill, smiling, passed out. He’d never done that before. He felt almost completely satisfied, but couldn’t take him. He wanted Bill, but didn’t need him. Derek kissed Bill again and got off. He wanted more but knew what the cost was. He left through the mirror, still naked back to his room.

“Text me tomorrow.” He texted Bill. He hopes Bill won’t be angry but he’ll find out tomorrow. Derek went to his dresser and grabbed out his mesh tank top and the pair of cut off shorts he knew showed too much of his ass. He needed to feed, but it wasn’t going to be Bill.

 

Found a Cop

Police Sirens. Derek could still hear screaming from next door.

“Derek. I think the police are next door. I wonder what happened.”

“I don’t know mom. Maybe something happened to one of them. You don’t think it was a heart attack, could it be?” Derek called down to his mom. Having just come back from Patrick, he knew all to well what Mrs. Sampson had found when she entered the house.

Knock knock knock. Derek got up off his bed, out his door, and down the stairs. He hoped the cops were at least a little hot. His mom answered the door just as he reached the landing.

“Hello?”

“Hi Miss, we were just wondering if we could ask you and, your son–” The first officer looked right at Derek. Staring right into his eyes. Derek could feel the pull of want he had with Patrick. “some questions?” Derek stepped up closer to the front door and saw his name tag said Walsh. Clean shaven, police hat on, Derek couldn’t tell if he was a red-head or not. He’s always wanted on in the collection.

“Sure, has anything happened?”

“Well ma’am, have you seen anyone entering the house next door about an hour or two ago?”

“No.”

“No.” Derek said looking at officer Walsh in the eyes. He couldn’t stop looking at the officer all over. Officer Walsh smiled.

“Do you know of anyone that had a problem with Mr. Sampson, or had been acting weird around the house or neighborhood at all?” Officer Walsh asked the two of them, but mainly continued to look at Derek.

“I don’t think so. I just got home, did you see anything Derek?” His mom directed the question to him.

“Even with my room facing their house, I didn’t see anything. I also have not really seen anyone around the neighborhood other than the delivery services and mail people driving around like usual. Although, there has been a red Ford F150 driving around lately. I don’t know if that could possibly have a connection.” Derek said to the officer. He blatantly looked from the officer’s face, down to his crotch, and then back to his eyes.

“A red Ford F150 pickup truck you say? Did you happen to catch the license plate number?” Officer Walsh asked Derek.

“Nope. I’m sorry. If I see it again. I will definitely try to see the plate.”

“Thank you. If you do, or need anything…” Officer Walsh took out a card from his shirt pocket and wrote something on the back. “Don’t hesitate to call me. Even if you think someone is in danger, or trying to break in. Call me for anything, alright?” Officer Walsh hand Derek the card.

“I definitely will Officer Walsh.”

“You can call me Bill.”

“Okay then, Bill. You can count on me.” Derek winks at him. Officer Walsh smiles. Derek didn’t even notice the older officer standing behind Bill. The officer said good day, and both he and Bill left to go to the next house. Thank god with Patrick’s and his, indiscretions, they had learned to use the back door. No one would’ve seen him go next door.

“Oh my god. What do you think happened to Patrick? I know he was like a father to you ever since he moved here.” Derek’s mother closed the front door and looked at him.

“Don’t worry mom, everything is going to be okay, and I don’t know what could’ve happened to him, I just hope he’s not dead.”

“Derek, the police were here.” His mom said in hushed tones, bringing him into the living room.

“I know, I think everything will be fine. They’ll catch whoever did what, and we’ll be safe again.”

“If you say so honey. Oh, I don’t want you going out after dark with this maniac about.” She hugged him.

“Okay mom, I won’t.” Derek said to his mother. He didn’t look at her while he said this, just sat there. Staring forward and thinking of that hot officer Walsh.

Necromancy

 

“Blain, can you do anything?”

“Just give me a moment. I need to connect all of them in my web.” Blain concentrated on the bodies on the ground. He could see the electric fields around their bodies, but they were diminishing. He had to do this and quickly. Blain drew lines connecting himself with all of the bodies he could see. Through these, he worked some magic and electricity flowed through all of them from his own field. Blain could feel the force around him grow as well as the ones around the bodies. He stood up and they all mechanically tried to stand up as well.

“Isn’t even the first time I’ve seen this and it still sends shivers down my spine. But I still love you.”

“I love you too, but right now, let’s give our enemies something to dream about in the forthcoming nights.” Blain made the re-animated opposing knights face him and salute.

“Still not used to it.””Shh.” He moved towards the corpses and raised Yorutengu into the air. The corpses mimicked his stance and turned towards their living brethren. “Give them nightmares.” The bodies dashed forward faster than when they were alive. Swords slashed, maces obliterated, no one was safe. One of the enemy soldiers screamed as a katana cut his head clear off and continued to scream as his energy was connected to Blain’s web. With this in tow, the rest of the soldiers risked desertion over trying to fight their fallen brothers.

“That’s right, run.” Blain yelled to those still alive. “Ah!” Blain cried out. His legs buckled from underneath him. Something cut through his web. “We are not alone Malek.” The ground sighed as the corpses thumped back to the ground.

“Where?”

“I don’t know, they cut my web.”

A figure comes out from behind a tree. “I see you boys have been busy.”

“Madame Karina. A pleasure to see you again, teacher.” Blain blinked and she was right in front of him, Serumas at his throat.

“Now now Blain, what did I tell you about trying to hard?”

“It would kill me someday.” Malek twitched but Blain put his hand out to calm him. “It’s okay Malek, she won’t kill me, at least, not today.”

“You think so?”

“You need me for this war. I know you do.” He said as the blade gently nipped at his skin.

“I wish it weren’t true, but the king needs your help.”

“The one that banished me?”

“For killing half your class, yes, that one.”

“I’m surprised he’s still kicking. What’s the problem?”

“He needs your, ability, to end this war. You just proved you can’t fight the dead as easily as the living.”

“I’ll have to think about–” Serumas cuts a little deeper. “Okay okay, get your dog off me, I’ll help. Where?”

“At the Grand Cathedral. You know the chamber.” She lowered Serumas and leapt back. “Meet us there and you’ll see.” With that, Madame Karina dissolved into flower petals.

“Damn that’s cool.” Malek went over to Blain to check the bleeding. It’s already stopped and a thin, pink line formed where the cut was.

“Looks like I’m going home.”