By His Side

“Mmmm, good morning sleepy head.” I heard from behind me and felt warm arms wrap around me. Something poked me in the back and a slight pain brought me fully out of sleep.

“Oh! Good morning to you too.” I said back and grabbed his arms around me. For a second I forgot where I was, but then I remember who was next to me. Who was in me. The warm skin made sense now. I was in Lucifer’s bed.

“You feel so good, what are you thinking.” He asked and continued to grind his hips back and forth.

“Fuck, just thinking about what happened yesterday, all of this. Yes! Keep hitting that spot.” I gripped his arms harder, digging my nails into his flesh. He felt so amazing. So right. Maybe it’s a good thing he didn’t wait too long to collect me.

Grrr. “Take it.” He went faster and and grunted as he slammed into me a few more times. It felt hotter than normal. “Mmm, sorry babe, but I have to go to work. There’s everything you’ve ever wanted in the mansion. I’ll be in the throna room, if you ever need me, just ring the bell.” Then he disappeared into thin air. I got up off the bed and into the bathroom. It was huge. There was a double vanity, a shower, a jacuzzi tub but now toilet. Actually I don’t remember having the need to go at all yet. Must be a perk of the whole being dead thing. I turned on the shower and stepped in to clean everything off. I checked my ass, but I seemed fine. Everything was good. I finished, dried myself, and went back to the bedroom to put something new on. I found a hot jock and put it on. I hoped Lucifer liked how this looked on me.

I walked around the mansion for some time. Screams came up a little bit, but it seemed like the mansion was blocked from all the noise. He said anything, so hopefully there’s a tv room. I walked around and heard noises coming from a door at the end of a hallway. It actually wasn’t too far away from the bedroom. I didn’t knock and found a fairly hot guy playing Bloodborne, naked?

“Hey, I’m Jeremy.” He said but didn’t take his eyes off the game.

“Clark. What are you doing here?” I asked and sat down next to him. He didn’t look like Lucifer, but maybe he was a demon.

“Didn’t he tell you? I help around the house and him whenever he needs me.” He smiled at me and continued playing.

“No, he didn’t tell me, and I don’t think he’ll be needing your “services” now that I’m here.” I crossed my arms.

He looked at me. “I don’t know. You might not be able to take care of some of his interesting, needs.” He chuckled.

“I think I can manage just fine.” I couldn’t believe this guy. I was getting really pissed off. He got to a safe area and stopped the game.

“Here. Let me show you.”

 

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Slaughter

“Your majesty! The courtyard is in shambles. Most of the people escaped, but they’re–”  Gah! The tip of a sword pierced the servant’s chest. Blood stained the clothes as he fell. Nobles screamed and tried to escape, but they could only go further in the castle. Bandits entered from the courtyard. They only killed those who were in their way. A shadow moved to Balkin’s right and a throwing knife cut through the air in front of him. It wasn’t aimed at him, it was going to hit Dralor. Time slowed down and Balkin reached out his hand. He felt a tingling flow from his heart down to his hand. He sensed the ground under Dralor and pushed up. The stones hit the chair and flipped Dralor onto his back; the knife narrowly missed him at the last second.

Balkin slid over to Dralor and grabbed him. They ran towards his room. There was a secret exit in his room that led to a set of tunnels on his family knew about.. Someone screamed and leapt towards them from the side. His father was there in a flash with sword raised to parry the attack.

“Go. You know where to go. Once you’re out go to the North. Your uncle will know something is up. As for now,” the King through the jeweled necklace he always wore to Balkin. He caught it and knew this was probably the last time he will ever see his father. Dralor pulled on his arm. They had to go. As they rounded the corner of the hall, Balkin heard a yell and a thud. He looked back and his father was on the ground. Bandits were coming to them, but anger filled his heart. Dralor tugged on him, but he stood his ground and put his hands up. The ceiling rumbled and cracked. Balkin brought the stones falling on the bandits and with one last bit of energy, pulled some of the stones into a wall. He stumbled and Dralor caught him. He was exhausted, but Dralor pulled him into his room and barred the door.

“Why are we in here.” Dralor looked to Balkin and stood next to the door to listen for anything.

“Under my bed, there’s a trapdoor to the tunnels. We can escape there.” Balkin couldn’t keep his eyes open.

“Then we need to grab some clothes and leave.” Dralor quickly gathered some of Balkin’s clothes, but also suggested he get in his clothes. Dralor and walk around in some underclothes, but balkin needed some kind of disguise. He helped Balkin get in his clothes, and put what they were wearing in the fireplace. Dralor moved the bed and pulled on the trapdoor. He beckoned Balkin to go first so he could make it look like nothing changed. When Balkin was through, he closed the door and moved the bed back over. It was going to be a squeeze, but Dralor crawled under the bed, pushed on the mattress a little to make some room, and slid into the opening. He clung onto the ladder as he fell down. He hoped they were gone before anyone found the entrance.

“Dralor?”

“I’m right here, come on.” Dralor found Balkin slumpt against the wall of the cave.

“I don’t have the energy to walk, whatever awakened in me took a lot of what I had. Balkin said and passed out. Dralor threw him over his shoulder and began walking through the tunnel. It came to an abrupt turn and he just kept walking. The tunnel came to a room with a bed. He placed Balkin down and tried to find a way out. A door opened and in came that servant that caught them earlier.

“Why are you here? Where did you come from?” Dralor went for his sword but forgot he was only wearing his underclothes. His face grew hot as th servant looked him over again.

“This is my house. I am Balkin’s second cousin from the King’s first wife. No one really remembers about us, but the King gave my family this house and kept us well taken care of in case something happened. We just heard. I am truly sorry. How is Balkin?” The servant stepped towards Balkin, but Dralor got in the way.

“He’s been through a lot, he needs his rest.” Dralor stared at the servant and kept himself in between him and Balkin.

“Stop worrying so much, I’ve been his servant for as long as I can remember, If I wanted to harm him, I could’ve used the trap door. Which reminds me, you did lock it didn’t you?” The teen looked a bit worried.

“We uh, we didn’t have a lot of time and it all happened kind of fast.” Dralor looked to the floor.

“Don’t worry about it, there are other,” the servant pushed on a beam at the entrance to the tunnel Dralor just came through. The beam fell and the tunnel collapsed. Balkin rolled over. “ways to protect us. I’m going to tell my parents you are safe.” He left.

“Thank you.” Dralor called and went back to Balkin. He looked so beautiful with his semi long hair draped around his face. He got into bed with Balkin and snuggled up behind him, holding him tight. “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.” He said as he dozed off next to his love.

 

 

The Feast

Klunk. “You’re father really said that?” Klink. Dralor deflected every advance from Ballkin. It’s like he wasn’t even trying. Dralor yawned as Balkin swung the sword in a wide arc again. “You really need to stop telegraphing your moves so wide. I can tell what you are going to do, before you even try it.” He sneered.

“Maybe someone should teach me then.” Balkin went in with his sword, but at the last second twisted and elbowed Dralor in the chest.

“Ow, not fair.” He laughed and rubbed his chest. “I thought we were going to play fair.” This time he actually parried Balkin and advanced with his own swing. Balkin barely held on as he was pushed back. Balkin pushed forward and moved to hit Dralor in the side. Dralor saw this and twisted around Balkin’s sword and stopped him with his sword at Balkin’s throat. “You need to be better my Prince.”

Balkin swallowed. “If it wasn’t you I was fighting, I’d have a better chance.” He smiled. As the sun began to set, a bell rang from inside the castle. Trumpets blared and the torches were lit. Balkin and Dralor ran inside to get ready.

As people filed into the courtyard and main hall, Balkin and Dralor got dressed. Balkin wore one of his finest vests, burgandy with black stripes, it wasn’t his favorite but Dralor was wearing his black with red stripes one. He wanted Dralor to look his best. They left and walked down the hall next to each other. As they entered the main hall, Balkin put his arm out for Dralor to hold onto. Dralor looked at him, and took his arm in his. They walked into the main hall toward the King.

The trumpets blared and the room all turned toward them. The shock flashed across their faces but then erupted into clapping. Balkin and Dralor sat down. The King remained standing. The nobles fell silent when the King raised his hand. “Welcome, welcome to the Grand Feast! Eat! Drink! Enjoy everything here!” The king grabbed his glass to drink some wine in a toast.

Balkin put his hand on Dralor’s knee, “What do you think? Sitting up here with us?” Balkin squeezed playfully.

“It’s nice, but I can see becoming drunk with these looks rather than the endless wine in my cup.” Dralor took the cup and drank.

“That’s part of the reason you’re here. I can’t keep my eyes off you.” Balkin leaned in to kiss Dralor.

The first course came out. The King watched as everyone ate and drank. He was happy with everything that had happened so far. Balkin has grown up to be the perfect son, and soon to be amazing knight for his kingdom. He watched as Balkin and Dralor watched the crowd, but couldn’t keep their eyes off each other. To be young and in love he thought. The main course came out and the King allowed himself to get his full. He raised his chalice to his lips when a scream came from the courtyard.

 

Caught by the Servant

Knock knock knock. “Master Balkin, oh, I am sorry your majesty,” the servant looked at both Balkin and Dralor’s state of undress and blushed, “Your father calls for you. The King wants to make sure everything is to your liking tonight.” The servant tried not to stare at both Balkin and Dralor’s nakedness but failed. Balkin looked at Dralor, then back at the servant and winked.

“Thank you, that will be all.” Balkin said and placed his hand on Dralor’s thigh. The servant blushed, bowed, and left, closing the door behind him. Balkin’s face lit up with laughter.

“Well if your father and everyone in the castle didn’t know before, I’m sure they will soon.” Dralor put his hand on Balkin’s face and pulled him in for a kiss.

“What can I say? I see something I want and I take it.” He smiled.

“Like your servant?” Dralor sneered.

“I saw how you were looking at him too. You can’t tell me you weren’t undressing him with your eyes. I remember that look very fondly.” Balkin straddled Dralor.

“And when, may I ask, did I ever give you the look?” Dralor ground his pelvis on Balkin’s ass.

“Well right now for one,” Mmm, Balkin closed his eyes as Dralor continued to move under him, “and when I was beating you in the jousting.”

Uhn. “You need to see your father.” Dralor moved his hips up quickly.

“Oh ho ho, really? Should I call him here? See his precious son in such a–” Dralor slowly slipped into Balkin. uhn “yes, compromising position.” Balkin wrapped his arms around Dralor and kissed him.

“Ha. You’d. Like. That. Wouldn’t. You.” Dralor emphasized each word with a thrust. Balkin cried out. “Guess we’re done being quiet?” He looked into Balkin’s eyes.

“Keep hitting that spot and everyone in the kingdom will know.”

“Right there?” Dralor smiled.

“Yes.” Balkin moaned.

Knock knock knock.

“Just a minute.” Dralor called out.

“I told you to come down to check out the main hall ages ago. You can have a romp after.” The King yelled through the door. “And you’ve embarrassed the poor servant as well.”

“I’m coming soon father, I’ll meet you there.” Balkin smiled down at Dralor.

“You better.” The King walked back to the main hall, shaking his head.

“You should do as he says.”

“Well if you finished, I could.”

Unh. “Sorry.” Dralor thrusted in faster.

“Oh god.” Balkin and Dralor moaned at the same time. As Dralor finished, Balkin slid off him and tried to stand up to put his pants on. His legs wouldn’t stop wobbling.

“See what you’ve done to me?” He tried to walk but his legs kept shaking.

“Hey, you were on top the whole time. It’s not my fault, work on those thighs more.” Dralor winked and fell back on the bed. Faint snoring could be heard as Balkin left his room. His heart was thumping like a drum at one of his father’s season rituals. He practically ran to the main hall to see his father.

“I see someone is happy, or drunk from too much sex.” His father laughed. To be young and bold again he thought.

“Maybe a little of both. Who knows.” Balkin snickered. “So the feast? What do we have planned?” He stopped next to his father.

“One of the biggest yet. Summer has just reared its head, so the people can eat and drink outside. I figured the nobles would like to sit in here, with us, and we could have some players singing, dancing, playing the best songs around the kingdoms. What do you think?” He placed his arm around the shoulders of his son.

“I love it! Also, thank you for allowing Dralor to come. It really means–”

“Don’t worry about it Balkin. I could see something growing between you during your tournaments. We’ll talk about housing later.” He looked down to Balkin and winked. His son shivered and looked like he was going to cry.

“Thank you.” Balkin choked.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Let’s have the greatest feast this kingdom has ever known!” He bellowed and grabbed his son into a hug. He kissed Balkin’s forehead and roughed his hair. “I need you happy if you will one day run this old castle.”

“No talking of that kind. Like you said, let’s just have the best feast we’ve ever had.” He hugged his father and broke away. What Dralor said about his father catching them in the act popped into his head and he blushed and turned away.

“The feast is a couple of hours away, grab Dralor and train outside or something. You need more training with your sword than just in the bedroom.” The King slapped his son on the back. You’ll know when the feast has begun.

Balkin looked at his father, whole face burning. “We will.” He ran to get Dralor.

“Who knows, maybe this will be good for the kingdom. It’ll definitely be a change at least.” He chuckled and continued to give directions to people running around the castle for tonight. Out of everyone, Dralor was the best swordsman at least. His son will forever be protected the king thought, even when his time is done.

 

 

A Suitor

“Father, is this really necessary? I’m not in the mood for a feast.”

“I know you’re not, but you just finished training to be a knight, so some celebration is in order. If not for you, then at least to appease the people.” His father smiled.

“At this rate they will want a feast with every little thing.” Balkin pouted. He just wanted to be by himself tonight and sneak out to his best friend Dralor.

“Who knows son, but even so, you being a knight soon means you need to start looking for a wife.” The King looked to Balkin. By now he had at least been talking to Balkin’s mother, but he hasn’t even seen his son interact with any girl. All he did was hang out with his best friend. He didn’t know what to do.

“Not again father. I’ve been looking around, I just don’t see anyone that interests me.” He doesn’t look at his father as he says this. Balkin has looked around, but no one in the castle has caught his attention. All he can think about is Dralor.

“You mean no one but Dralor.”

“Uh..um…uh–”

“I know that’s who you want to hang out with tonight. He can come.” The King looked at his son and smiled. Balkin looked at his father and felt his heart catch fire. Adrenaline pumped through his body.

“Really? Then let the festives begin!” He yelled and ran to grab Dralor. Balkin couldn’t believe the King had allowed Dralor to come to the feast tonight. Dralor and Balkin had gone through the knighting at the same time, sometimes at each other’s throats, but with healthy competition came, some strong entangled them.

Dralor came from a long line of knights. His father trained him from a young age to be the best to be picked by a fellow knight. Balkin was a Prince, so it was customary to become a knight in his father’s army. Through different trials and some jousting, Balkin and Dralor learned every inch of each other’s bodies. They were both chosen to become knights and couldn’t wait to hopefully work in the same area.

Balkin found Dralor at a pub in the castle town, doing his own celebration. “Starting early I see.” Balkin slapped his shoulder and left his hand there. Dralor looked at the hand and smiled.

“Might as well, my dad was sent out and he’s all I have anymore.” Dralor put his hand on Balkin’s. “Sit down at least.” He pointed at the stool next to him.

“Father is having a feast.”

“Good for you. Have fun.” Dralor looked down at his drink; he moved his hand to the bar.

“Oh stop pouting. You’re invited.” Balkin looked at Dralor’s face.

Dralor’s hand twitched. “Are you serious?” He looked at Balkin, he could see the smile spread across his face.

“Dead serious.” He reached for Dralor’s hand, emboldened by the implications of his father’s invitation. “You will come, won’t you?”

“Well I was hoping to feast on something for you anyways, I guess I should come to the celebration, and have my main course after.” He finished his drink and left some money. Balkin grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the pub. They walked through the gates of the castle and up to Balkin’s room. “Why are we here.”

“I’m tired.” He says and pushed Dralor onto the bed. Balkin unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side. He untied his pants and crawled on top of Dralor.

“I thought you were tired.” He said as Balkin crawled on top of him, rubbing his inner thighs and groping him as Balkin gets to his face and kisses him.

“I am.” Balkin said in between kissing Dralor. “But I want my main course.” He kisses Dralor’s jaw and down his body. “Before the feast.” Balkin stopped at Dralor’s groin. He kissed the outline of Dralor through the fabric. Balkin hooked his fingers on the rim of Dralor’s pants and pulled them down. “I think this is a good snack.” Balkin licked Dralor.

“Don’t stop.” Dralor moved his hand through Balkin’s hair. Balkin took Dralor fully and wouldn’t stop until he got his snack. “Balkin.” Dralor hissed. He ruffled Balkin’s hair and pulled him off. “Kiss me.” Balkin inched up Dralor’s body. As he kissed him, Dralor touched Balkin. “I think it’s time for my snack.”

 

Something’s Brewing

“What do we have here?” Bill looked at another crime scene. The only evidence linking the first murder and the truck stop ones were the slit throats and finding them with their pants around their ankles. He was lucky with the ring before. As Bill looked at the body, he felt like something was wrong. The eyes weren’t glazed over, his mouth wasn’t in a smile. Something different went down here he thought.

“Officer Walsh, good to see you. Single homicide. Male. 25 it seems. Just like the others, that’s why we called you.” The woman officer told him. Bill bent to look at the face and down the body. He probably would’ve been good in bed. He notices there isn’t anything around his genitals. They’re perfectly clean. No lube, not a condom in sight. Not like the other crime scenes.

“Was there any kind of lube or maybe a condom in the trash?”

“Nope. He was exactly like this when we found him. Why?”

“I can’t explain it right now, but I don’t think this is connected with the others.”

“It’s the same MO.”

“Maybe. I need a blood screening to double-check everything is the same. Have the labs run the same tests and have them call me when they’re done. I’ll let you know my findings once they know.” Bill stood up to leave. He checked his phone. Derek had sent a picture, of him making dinner naked for the both of them with “Get here before it get’s cold.” text under it. He wanted nothing more that to go home and ravage his body. “I’ll call you.” He said as he slipped out to his police car. “Just leaving a scene. Something new popped up. Can’t wait to eat you.” He sent with a picture of his uniform partially unbuttoned. Bill didn’t know why, but he was crazy for him.

Bill drove home as quickly as he could. He couldn’t wait to get home to Derek. Maybe he should ask if Derek wants to move in with him Bill thought as he pulled into the drive way. He got out of the car and walked up to the front door. He didn’t bother knocking and just went right in. He took off his gun belt and placed it on the table in the entryway.

“Dinner is ready, so get your sweet ass in here.” Derek called from the kitchen.

“I’m coming, I’m coming. Work was crazy.” Bill said as he walked into the kitchen buck naked.

“I see you joined in the no clothes party.”

“I never liked them anyway.” Bill said and kissed Derek, his hand sneaked down and he grabbed Derek’s ass.

Mmm. “No. Eat first, then you can play.” Derek slapped Bill in the chest playfully and went to pull his chair out at the table. “After you.”

“Thanks.” Bill sat in the chair. Derek brought the food and sat across from him. Bill began eating.

“So, what did you find?” Derek asked between bites.

“Another death. This time it’s exactly like what you do, but I feel like there are some slight differences.” Bill looked at him. Derek had fed today, but he made sure it was way out of town. “He was 25, not really your type from the previous kill…feedings, but it had the same MO. Was it you?”

“The description doesn’t ring a bell. You may get a call from out of town though.”

“Great, now I have two killers on the loose.”

“Hey, I’m doing this for you.” Derek finished and got up to take care of the dishes. Once Bill was done, he took his plate over to the sink and hugged Derek’s body from behind.

“I’m sorry.” Bill said and his hands began to roam across Derek’s body.”

“It’s okay, I just don’t want to hurt you, so others die. It would’ve happened anyway. I just don’t know how to feel about this other person. What excuse do they have?” Derek said and moved his soapy hands onto Bill’s.

“Depends, I’ve never dealt with a copy cat before.”

 

 

Morning

Derek felt a hand slide across his chest. Light was streaming in through the curtains. He opened his eyes, even if it was barely because of all the light. “Don’t you own any black-out curtains? How do you sleep with all this light in here?” Derek asked Bill as he turned to cuddle up against him, burying his face in Bill’s arm pit.

“Sorry babe. Helps me wake up for work.” Bill said and wrapped his arm around him. He thought of last night. He should’ve known Derek was behind this, but he thought Derek fed on sex. What was with the slit throats? What more didn’t he know about him? Derek moved his hand to Bill’s chest. He ran his hand through the hair and down through Bill’s happy trail. His hand stopped there. “You gunna help a guy out?” Bill said, pushing the covers below his waist. Derek moved his hand farther down and grabbed hold of Bill. “Fuck.”

“Need some help I see.” Derek said, moving his fist up and down.

“Oh fuck, you know I do.” Bill thrust his hips up in Derek’s hand. Derek could feel the energy emanating from Bill’s body. He took a sip, but tried not to delve too much.

Beep beep beep, beep beep beep. Bill grabbed his phone as Derek moved his head to his groin. “Officer Walsh here.” Mmm. “Two bodies? At a truck stop. Same MO? I’ll be there as soon as I can. Mhmm. Thank you. Bye.” Bill hung up the phone.

“New crime scene?” Derek said and went back on him.

“Yes. I need to go soon. Don’t stop. I’m close.”

“It was me.” Derek said and sucked harder.

“Oh fuck.” Bill knew this already. He put his hand behind Derek’s head and pushed his head down. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Fuck it, here it comes.” Bill’s energy exploded. Derek kept a little, but let him revel in his orgasm. “I need to take a shower.”

“And I need to finish. Go, you got work to do.” Derek winked and began playing with himself. Bill had a bathroom set right off his room in line with his bed. Derek could see him shower, and definitely put on a show for him. “You keep doing that and I won’t be able to stop myself from coming over there and plowing you into the night.” Bill called over as he sudzed up.

“You certainly could try.” Derek continued working on both parts of himself, making sure he’s on full display for Bill.

“Damn you.” Bill laughed. “I need to go to work. Even though it is you, I need to find someone, or make it a cold case. Until then, I need to go.” Bill got out of the shower and dried off. Derek finished as Bill got dressed.

“I’m feeling a little low, maybe I’ll go feed while you’re away.”

“Just not here please. I’d rather not come home to find a body on the couch.”

“Don’t worry, it’s always different place. I’ll keep you busy.” Derek winked as Bill left. Derek sighed. He left his house, naked, to go to his car. He grabbed his bag and went back inside. He put on his favorite hunting outfit and decided to go to the park.


“So, what do we have?” Bill walked into the truck stop men’s bathroom. Two bodies with blood dried on them still leaned against the side wall.

What do you Want

“A ring?” Derek asked, but stopped moving for a split second.

“Yup. And the deceased was single, so we know it wasn’t his.” Bill said and looked at Derek. The ring was at the lab now for testing, but he thinks it belonged to Mr. Sampson.

“Where else could it have come from?” Derek looked up to Bill with a smile. He wonders if Bill has made the connection yet. The table was square and small enough for Derek to find Bill’s foot. He continued to eat and sneak his foot up Bill’s leg. Bill’s face noticeably changed with the contact.

“We are thinking it might be from the killer for some reason. Either to make connection between the victims, or to wave their hand in our faces. Screaming ‘come find me,’ from a distance. It bugs me.” Bill looked to Derek, but finished eating.

“You never now. They might’ve just left it on accident.” Derek continued moving his foot up until it was in Bill’s fiery crotch. He finished eating and looked up to Bill. Bill was staring at him. “What?”

“I just can’t keep my eyes off you.” Bill moved his chair back and got up. He placed the dishes in the sink and began washing them. Derek brought his over as well. When he placed them down, he wrapped his hands around Bill and hugged him.

“I love the feel of your skin on my back, but I think something.” Bill pushed his ass out. “Wants some attention.”

“Oh really? I think I can help with that.” Derek got on his knees behind Bill. He spread bill’s cheeks and Bill spread his legs a little bit so Derek had a little more to work with.

“Oh! God you’re good at that. I hope you ate today because I fucking need you.” Bill continued washing dishes and Derek’s hand sneaked up his groin. “Oh! Yes. Faster. I think this is the most fun I’ve had washing dishes.” Bill said as he finished putting the last one in the drying rack. “Come here.” Derek stopped licking and stood up.

“What? Didn’t you like that?” Derek asked and put his hand on Bill’s peck, playing with his nipple.

“Yes, come with me?” Bill grabbed Derek’s hand and moved towards the stairs for his room.

“Of course.” Derek held on and followed Bill to his room. When they got there, Bill pushed Derek on the bed and straddled his lap. Derek was wearing only his gym shorts and a thin tank top. Bill was wearing nothing. Derek had never seen Bill like this, but he liked it. He could be in control for once. “Oh god.” Bill had just ground his ass onto Derek’s lap.

“You like that?” Bill said and moved his hips, grinding on Derek again.

“Oh god yes. Where has this guy been?” Derek moaned.

“You like being dominated? You like it when a guy takes control over every. Single. Move.” Bill ground his hips to make emphasis of his point.

“Yes. God I want you.”

“And I want this.” Bill said and groped Derek.

“Fucking take it.”

Bill got off Derek and grabbed onto his shorts. Derek lifted his hips to let Bill take them off. With his shorts off, Bill pushed Derek back again and straddled him. He looked into Derek’s eyes as he pushed his ass down on Derek, taking him in slowly, but all at once.

“Oh fuck Bill, ride me.”

Unh! “Yes.” Bill began working his hips even more one Derek. “Oh fuck. Yes. Do you know where that ring came from?” Bill continued to ride Derek, but stared into his eyes.

Mmmm. “Yes.” Derek looked into bills eyes, wrapped his arms around him and rolled over so he was on top.

“Fuck, don’t stop. Where is it from?” Bill couldn’t stop himself from moaning really loud from the new angle.

“Patrick.” Derek said and picked up his pace. It’s been a while since he was on top.

“Faster. Who’s Patrick?” Bill said and wrapped his legs around Derek, pulling him farther in.

“Patrick Sampson. The guy who lived next door. Fuck. Such a kinky man. Couldn’t stop spanking me.” Derek looked into Bill’s eyes. He knew he was close, but wanted Bill to finish first.

“I’ll have to remember, oh god yes! That you liked to be spanked. God, fuck it out of me.”

“Do it for me baby. Come on.” Derek went a little harder, pushing all of Bill’s buttons.

“Oh god!” Bill and Derek said at the same time.

“Fuck, that was good. You need to top more often.” Bill said and kissed Derek. “Oh, by the way. Don’t even think about leaving the city. You just became my prime suspect.” Bill put his hand behind Derek’s head to kiss him harder.

“Mmm, good luck. You won’t be able to place me at the scene. No evidence. No witnesses. No conviction. And if you ever try to wear a wire or record me, I’ll just..” His voice changed. “Change my voice, and I’ll bring you down instead. Got me?” Derek said and pumped one last time into Bill.

“I got it. Trust me. I don’t want you going anywhere.” Bill said and fell back on the bed. He began to snore.

“Good. I don’t want to lose you either.” Derek said and moved out to cuddle Bill. “I’ll just need to feed more because of you.” He fell asleep.

A Second

Derek’s eyes flutter open. What time is it? He looked at his phone. 5:44pm, and a message from Bill. Great, wasted the day away. At least I had fun. “Long day at work. Eat and come over for the night?” Bill said with a winky face at the end. What has happened to me? Derek texted back yes please, and got up. He picked out his favorite shorts and mesh crop-top. Time for hunting. He left the house and decided to try a rest stop.

He stopped his car and got out. It was so small, but a couple other cars were outside. Derek entered the men’s restroom. Two guys were at the urinals. No walls blocked the men. Derek went to the one in between them, unzipped and took a piss. He looked at the other two guys while they finished but didn’t hide away. “Well guys, are you going to just stand there wanking your dicks, or are you going to do something about that?” Derek said and pushed his short down a bit more, showing the top of his ass.

“Think a boy like you can handle all this?” The man on his right asked, shaking his prick around.

“You can’t even imagine what I can handle.” Derek got on his knees to work on the guy on his right.

“Hey now, don’t forget about me.” The guy on his left stepped up right to his face.

Mmm. “Someone’s a little impatient.” Derek switched to the other guy. Moving from one to the other. Derek moved his ass up some towards the guy on the right. The guy grabbed onto the shorts and pulled them down. Derek didn’t wear anything underneath.

“Perfect. And so smooth.” The man rubbed all over his ass, pressing a bit with his finger to go inside.

Mmmm. Derek moaned as the man pressed farther in.

“I think he likes it.” The man pushed another finger inside and moved them around. Derek’s eyes began to change to a dull golden color. Eating two for the price of one was all the more sweeter. The guy got impatient so he tried something a bit harder from behind. Derek could tell both were hot and ready, their energy throbbing. He was draining them dry as they fucked from both ends. As both men finished, Derek’s eyes grew bright gold and he went for it. Neither men realized what had happened till it was too late. Blood flowed down their necks.

Derek licked at the wounds for a bit, his eyes slowly turning a dull red as always. Satiated with his efforts, he left to go to Bills. He texted his mom he was going over to a friends, just to cover that base. He secretly hoped Bill had tomorrow off. Derek parked in front of Bill’s house and got out. He went up to the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Come in. It’s unlocked.” Bill called from inside. Derek opened the door and immediately was swept away with the smell of something delicious.

“What are you doing?” Derek asked as he entered the kitchen and stopped cold. Bill was at the stove with only an apron on. He could see red hair covering Bill’s beautiful ass. “I hope food isn’t the only thing on the menu tonight.” Derek licked his lips and went up behind Bill.

“Of course I’m also on the, oh! Menu.” Bill continued to cook as he felt something warm and wet between his cheeks. Bill was making parmesan chicken. He wasn’t sure if Derek liked it, but wanted to make something for him anyway.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“It’s done. God, are you hungry or just want me?” Bill moaned but didn’t want Derek to stop.

Mmmm. “Some food would be nice. I’m actually famished.” Derek got up from behind Bill and hugged him. “Look at my man, cooking just for me.” Derek kissed Bill on the neck.

“Your man huh?” Bill asked, turning around. He smiled at Derek as he saw the panic light in Derek’s beautiful eyes. “I’m kidding. But I do need to take the chicken out or it will be really dry.” Bill broke away from Derek to open the stove.

“I guess I’ll get the table set.” Derek slapped Bill’s ass and moved to get the plates but didn’t know where to start.

“Top cupboard on the left. Close to the fridge.”

“Thanks.” Derek laughed and grabbed two. He set them down at the table, while Bill brought the rest. Derek watched as Bill put everything on the table and took off his apron. He whistled.

“Down boy. There will be plenty of time to play after we eat.” Bill started filling his plate.

“True. You better be ready to go all night.” Derek snickered and also began to fill his plate. “How was work?” He asked as he ate the chicken.

“Interesting. I was called into another scene. Another male killed, just like your neighbor actually. Throat slit, practically naked. But we did find something I think is a bit odd.” Bill looked at Derek but continued eating.

“What was that?” Derek said without looking up from his plate.

“A ring.”

 

Awkwardness

Vvv vvv. Derek grabbed his phone and turned on the screen. “Where are you?” Came from his mom. A forearm crossed over his chest as he replied. “I need to go home soon.” Derek put his hand over Bill’s and squeazed.

“But we only just got started.” Bill said and rubbed Derek’s chest.

“I know, but my mom is wondering about me.”

“Why not just tell her you’re with a friend.” Bill moved onto his side facing Derek.

“That would work if my car wasn’t still at home.” He laughed and shifted to be right up next to Bill’s body. He could feel the heat and energy radiating off Bill. Derek rubbed his back and groped his ass before getting up and walking to the mirror.

“Come back soon.”

“Don’t you have work?” Derek snickered, touching the mirror’s surface to leave.

“Don’t remind me. Hey, my head doesn’t hurt today.” Bill said and moved the covers down a bit lower, hoping to entice Derek to come back for just a little more.

“That’s because I fed before coming back to you. Go do your job, I’ll be waiting.” Derek winked and left through Bill’s mirror. He was back in his room and got dressed. “Mom.” He called from his room.

“There you are, where have you been? I swear I checked your room and you weren’t in it.” Derek’s mom was downstairs, cleaning the living room.

“Sorry mom, I was out late last night walking around with some friends. I must’ve slept through your calls.” Derek said and hugged his mom.

“It’s fine, just let me know next time. What are you up to today?” His mom slightly hugged him back, then continued cleaning.

“I was kind of thinking of just having a lazy day, after everything that happened yesterday you know?” Derek left the living room and pulled out his phone to text Bill.

“Okay sweety, if you need anything, let me know.”

“I will mom, I might go for a walk.”

“Okay dear.”

Derek went up the stairs, back to his bedroom. “How’s work?” He sent to Bill. Derek walked to his window to look across to the Sampson house. He opened the curtain and his heart stopped. Through the yellow tape on the window across the way, he saw Bill.

Vvv vvv. Derek looked at his phone. “I don’t know, you tell me.” Bill waved. Derek waved back.

“Are you alone.” Derek replied. He lifted his shirt up over his head and threw it aside. His phone vibrated in his hand.

“I’m the only one casing this scene.” Bill texted back and Derek could see him undo his belt. Derek hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his gym shorts and slipped them down. His phone vibrated on his desk.

“You keep going. I’ll watch and work.” Bill said and slightly moved away from the window.

“Whatever you say. At least I’ll have fun.” Derek sent and put his phone down with the screen left on. He started feeling his body, working on himself while looking over to Bill. He could feel his hunger deepen. He thought of Bill and his prowess. He kept working on himself and moaned.

“Keep going babe. You’re so hot.” Bill continued searching the room, but couldn’t keep his eyes away from the window. There was something still missing from Mr. Sampson, his wedding ring, that he was hoping to find.

Derek looked at the phone and continued, but maybe putting a little bit more show into it. It’s been a while since Derek hasn’t worked on just himself. He could feel Bill’s want for him from twenty feets away. His energy exploded and watched as bill stared at him through the windows. He was drained and left the view.

“I hope you saved some for me.” Bill texted him.

“I always have time for you, text me later.” Derek closed his phone and passed out on the bed.

“You can count on me.” Bill sent and then continued looking. Psshhht. Officer Walsh, please come in officer Walsh. Pssshhht. “10-4, officer Walsh here, standing by.” Psshhhttt. 10-100, body found, you’re requested at the scene. Pssshhhtt. “10-4, leaving the Sampson’s place now.” Psshhhtt. 10-4, we’ll send you the address to your car. Psssshhhht. “10-4, on my way.” Bill left the crime scene to the next, he wonders why he was called to this other scene and leaves.