Sex in the Sky

“Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can’t live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* real life based, it is fantasy, my idea of what real slavery might be like in my fantasy world. If you choose to get into the real world scene, do your research, make sure you have safewords and stay completely safe. That said, if none of the above bothers you, enjoy the first installment of “Slave to Love”.”

Eko cowered down in the corner of the well kept yet dusty corral, trying to hide his tiny form amidst the crowd of milling slaves. Yes, slaves. He had no way of knowing how he’d ended up in the city of Shalei, but one thing Eko was absolutely certain of: This was nothing even remotely similar to the world he came from.

He’d gone to sleep in the Utopia of home, where there truly was little to no violence, children were raised in a communal setting, with not one or two parents but a mass of adults that helped and loved each and every child. The sky was a pale lavender purple, the moon a deep glowing red, and the trees had leaves the color of the richest most beautiful emeralds ever to grace the hand of the most wealthy and prestigious Lady. Utopia. Eko had never really understood what Utopia meant, because all he’d ever known was peace, laughter, gentle parents and friends, and a sense of always belonging.

And he was ripped from all of that, from his happiness, from the certainty of a future into the uncertainty of a world where people sold people for amusement and gain, where rape was non existent if it was forced upon a slave, where he had no rights, no choices, and no chance to have protected himself from the Slavers and their whips and cattle prods.

Eko’s head snapped up as two men approached the edge of the corral, eyes locked on his tiny form curled as low to the ground as possible. One was a slaver, Eko recognized him, but the other was no one he’d ever seen before, and he was most certainly the largest man he’d ever seen, so tall he towered over all those around.

“… and you’re certain that this is a purchase I wont regret?” the man who spoke, the new one, he had the most incredible deep green eyes, and shoulder length auburn hair that seemed to gleam like spun rubies in the weak light of the late evening sun. His skin was pale and he had the most kind, almost gentle smile.

The slaver was quick to placate the large man as Eko watched out of the corners of his eyes and focused on listening into the conversation. “This one is nothing like the last one I sent to you.” The slaver said hurriedly, “This one is very shy, he has not be used yet nor have we put him through any training what so ever, when I laid eyes on him I thought of you immediately!” The vile Slaver brightened, beaming at the large man who simply ignored him, moving along the edge of the corral towards Eko.

“He really is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.” The big man said, speaking about him as though he wasn’t even present. “How’d you get him?”

“He was taken on a short expedition to a peaceful world. We decided to only take one specimen, so we did so at night when they were asleep. They probably think this one ran away in the middle of the night. If he turns out to be good slave material we might go back to take more. What do you think of his wings, Master Daman?”

“Stunning,” Master Daman sounded distracted, and Eko glanced up to see what held his attention only to find himself staring into those intense emerald green eyes. He felt captured for just a moment, like the proverbial deer in headlights, and slowly the Masters lips curved upwards into a slight smile and Eko tore his gaze away, staring down at the dusty ground beneath him as he focused on breathing, bringing the softness of his multi-hued feathered wings around his tiny body in a protective manner. “Bring him here.” Daman commanded gently, then held up his hand, “Never mind, I’ll go to him.” Moments later he’d climbed over the wooden fencing and dropped to the ground beside Eko, kneeling down to get closer to eye level with him.

“Hello, little one.” His tone was soft, but Eko cowered away from him and looked down and away, pretending he wasn’t being spoken too. “How long have you been in Shalei?” he murmured, and Eko swallowed hard, fear a cold knot in his stomach.

“Th-three days, S-sir.” He stammered out quietly.

“Three days, humm? Have you been touched at all during your stay here?” Daman wanted to know if he’d been misused in any way, but Eko didn’t quite understand what kind of answer he wanted.

“Th-that Slaver h-hit me.” He whimpered, turning his face away and blushing. “I didn’t move fast enough.”

Daman cut a glance towards the Slaver, who seemed bright red at the comment the slave had made, and then looked back at Eko. His hand came up to carefully brush the silken lavender-streaked black locks from his delicate face, then lifted his head by the chin so he could look into the most beautiful pale lavender eyes he’d ever seen. “I’ll take him.” Daman said, then released his chin and began to get to his feet, taking his newly acquired slave by the arm and pulling him up to his full height, which couldn’t have been more then just under five feet to Daman’s nearly Giant’s Status. “Go draw up the paper work; I’m taking him home with me now.”

“Surely, Master Daman.” The slaver turned and scampered off, gathering the papers he’d been presumptuous enough to have had drawn up before Daman ever even saw the slave Eko.

Eko was silent while the humiliating exchange took place. He stood at Daman’s side, and the large man never once removed his hand from the back of his neck. While it wasn’t a cold touch, it was decidedly possessive, and Eko didn’t like the idea of being possessed by anyone. He was his own man, he wanted to be his own man, and he felt uncertain and nervous about what he would be expected to do as the slave of this strange Master.

The walk back to what would become his new home was equally humiliating, as the Slaver had fastened a simple collar around his delicate neck, and handed a leash to his Master by which Eko was forced to be lead about as if he were some sort of animal. Nothing could have been more embarrassing, and he found the beautiful wings he was so proud of dragging on the ground, drooping with his misery until he was lead into a large and lovely home and handed over to an elderly woman to be properly “Groomed and readied.”

“Donae ye be too scared of tha Master there, young one.” She said briskly as she dragged him swiftly down the marble floored hallway, and then nearly pushed him through a huge doorway into what might have been considered a bathroom.

Eko paused slightly, his huge eyes gazing around the palace-like room he was engulfed in. Everything was opulent, rich, lovely and large and overwhelming. Rose and gold and pale cream were the soothing colors that met his sense of sight, and as the woman leaned down to turn the faucet on the bathtub he couldn’t help but notice that it was a good three times bigger then anything he’d ever seen. It took quite some time to find his tongue after seeing where he was to live, and the entire time the kindly older woman continues to fuss around with the faucet, water, towels and soaps, sniffing each one delicately as if unable to decide what to smother him in.

“I-is he g-going to h-hurt me?” he whispered to the woman finally, unable to keep his voice from stammering and stumbling over his tongue in a manner that had him utterly ashamed and blushing profusely.

“Oooh, Aye, prolly so.” The woman commented in a nonchalant manner without looking up, as if his question was of little consequence, or if hurting wasn’t such a big deal.

Eko paled, he actually felt the blood chased away from his face by panic as it went to other parts of his body, and he thought for certain he was white as a cloud. The elder woman looked up; grinning as she placed her chosen soap on the edge of the tub, but her face fell when she saw Eko’s terror streaked face. “Oooh, child, donae be so frightened. He’s a good man, our Master is. I be promising ye, he’ll be takin’ a fine care of one so lovely as yerself.” She came up to him, curling an arm around his tiny form, pressing him close to her side. “He’s jes got some interestin’ tastes in bed play.” The look on Eko’s face became even more terrified. He’d never done any ‘bed play’ let alone tried the interesting sorts.

The elderly lady chuckled softly; patting his cheek then gripped his chin and turned his face to hers. “Ye be listenin’, and ye listen right’n'good.” She started out firmly. “Tha Master, he be a good sort, but he can be right’n'proper frightenin’ if you fight ‘em. Treat ‘em good, an’ you’ll be treated with more gentleness than ye would from most other Masters. He cares fer us all, right and true, right and true. Fed, clothed, with a nice place ta sleep and warm cozy fire an’ the care of a wonderful Master. This ol’ one couldna ask fer anythin’ more from her life. You mind me well, donae be so frightened, he can be frightenin’, he might hurt ye, but he will always care fer ya afterwards.” She let go of Eko’s chin, and he nodded hesitantly, swallowing hard.

“Is it horrible?” he asked her quietly as she began to help him undress. He was so stunned that she had her hands all over his body that for a moment he allowed her, and then he blushed and made a little sound as he fought to cover himself up and she shoved his hands aside.

“Oooh, I’d say nae.” She told him, working his pants open while idly shoving his protective hands away again and again. “Might be a bit painful tha first few times, an’ he does feel partial ta spankin’s and tha like, but I be thinkin’ you’ll be enjoyin’ it more then hatin’ it, child.” She finally got him completely naked and pushed him towards the tub, watching as he slipped into the water with comforting eyes.

“So lovely ye are.” She commented after scrubbing all of his bare skin completely and totally clean, much to Eko’s embarrassment, even doing the parts of him he’d only ever touched himself. She was brisk and efficient, not paying mind that she was touching his penis, just doing her job without thinking twice about it. “Truly, alla this black hair, falling down to your knees, with these lavender streaks, just tha same color as your eyes. So lovely. Did tha guild go an’ be dying your hair when ye got there?” she asked quietly.

“No m-ma’am. That’s h-how my hair g-grows” he said, and when her eyes glanced immediately to his lavender streaked groin she made an appreciative sound, nodding her head. “It is a r-rare color even among m-my p-people.” He whispered quietly, fighting back tears as she worked conditioner into his hair.

“Aye, aye,” she murmured, then touched his wings, causing them to shiver and rain water drops across the bathtub’s surface. “An’ these wings, can ye fly, child?” Eko found himself nodding mutely, “Truly fly? They be so beautiful. Tha Master prolly has ideas about them wings.” She commented, “All them colors fluttering across the surface, like an oil slick, just amazin’ I be telling ye for sure.” She continued talking, and then rinsed his hair out; giving him blessed silence for an all too brief moment.

When the bath was finished, she ushered him out of the tub and wrapped him in a warm fluffy towel, drying him and wrapping his long hair up to pile atop his head. “See tha table over there, young one? Go lay down on it.” She pointed to the soft padded table and Eko nodded his head, lying down gingerly on his back, his heart pounding in his chest. What would come next? He had no idea, but he would soon find out.

Moments passed and then the older woman returned carrying a little tub of what she told him was hot wax. This went by with no concern that is until the woman began slathering the warm stuff all over his sensitive groin area, getting his hairs all sticky. “Be still now, child, this will only sting a moment.” She pressed something to the wax, and then with a quick yank, jerked all of his hair out causing him to cry out in pain.

Hands immediately went down to protect the rest of his precious pubic hair as he gazed at her with wide eyed terror. “Why!?” he wailed quietly, precariously close to tears.

She simply patted his cheek and smiled, “Tha master likes ye clean an’ smooth. Now move your hand, child, I needs ta finish my work an’ then get ye to his rooms for viewin’.” It took some struggling, but she finally got his entire body to go completely hairless, and by the time she was done, Eko’s eyes stung with unshed tears from the sharp stinging pain of it.

“There there, child, its nae so bad, take a deep breath.” She said, brushing out his hair, then turning him around and around to make certain she’d missed not a spot on the poor young man. “Ye’ll find ya likes being with Master.” She told him, and Eko only looked down, fear causing his tongue to stop working all together. He had that problem.

“Shh… come now, ye be followin’ me lil one.” She led him by the hand through the open doors, and Eko paused, stalling at the doorway and shaking his head.

“I’m n-not c-clothed!” he whimpered, “I c-can’t walk a-around without c-clothes on!”

“Oooh, ye be walkin’ round without clothes on most tha time here in this house, tha Master doesn’t like clothes.” She told him seriously, and Eko’s mouth dropped open, going dry. “Donae ya worry, ya wont be tha only one without clothes on.” She said, then tugged him out into the hallway and began leading him.

Eko couldn’t help but try and cover himself as best he could as he passed slaves, some of whom were dressed, and some of whom were not. It didn’t matter, however, Eko was naked, and that’s what mattered. In fact, it was ALL that mattered. His free hand kept covering up his cock as best he could, and his cheeks were so warm he was certain he could light up a room with his blush alone.

“How ol’ are ye, young one?” the woman, who’d never introduced herself by name Eko realized, asked him.

“I’ve s-seen e-eighteen sum-mmers.” He whispered softly, his eyes locked on the floor, not wanting everyone about to see his utter humiliation.

“Ahh, so young.” She mused quietly, then stopped so suddenly that Eko actually bumped into her back, stumbling, wings fluttering to catch his balance. “Here we be!” she said, and then rapped on the door three times.

“Send him in!” came the call, and the woman turned to Eko, straightening his hair, patting his cheek then nodded.

“Ye goes in ‘lone now, young one.” She said quietly, “Ye jes be compliant, behave as tha Master orders, and remember that no matter what he does, he will be taken good care o’ ye.” She opened the door and ushered the Eko in, then snapped it quickly shut so he couldn’t change his mind.

Eko stood with his back and wings pressed tightly to the door, his eyes sweeping the darkly lit room even more gloriously appointed then the bathroom had been. His heart hammered painfully against his chest, an every present *THUMP* *thump* *THUMP* *thump* that he couldn’t control. A shadow moved out of the corner of his eye, and Eko made a soft whimpered sound deep in the back of his throat as he pressed himself more fully to the firmly shut door.

Master Daman walked towards his new slave, so frightened, his lovely lavender eyes looking much like he’d been caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. Daman was that truck, at least in Eko’s mind, of that he was certain. The truth was however that Daman liked that look. He enjoyed the fear that fluttered across those beautiful amethyst eyes. It made him want to take the sprite of a boy into his arms and drink in the scent of that fear, taste it on his lips, smell it on his skin.

However, Daman knew better then to move to quickly with one like this. Years of practice had taught him well, if you move to fast you can break the slave and that just isn’t what he had in mind, especially for sweet little Eko.

Sliding his eyes in a blatant show of approval, Daman nodded his head and then a flicker of a smile fluttered across his face. “Come here, Eko.” His voice rumbled forth.

Eko glanced up, quick panicked motions, his eyes flickering from place to place and all the while pointedly missing his new Masters face and eyes. So afraid, he was, that he completely forgot what he’d been commanded, and in response didn’t move or budge an inch from his position plastered with his back to the door.

Frowning, Daman shook his head. “I said…” he growled, “Come. Here.”

Eko gave a terrified little whimper and then scampered forward, staring pointedly at his Masters chest, not knowing what else to do.

Fingers slowly curled about the edge of Eko’s chin, and Daman lifted his face so he could look down into the personification of innocent. “Good.” He murmured, his other hand coming up to stroke along the satin-soft locks of his new slaves hair, petting much like he would a spooked animal. Soothing.

It had the desired effect as well, Daman noted, as his slave took a deep shuddering breath and let it out in a slow whoosh of air.

“So frightened, shhh, little one, shhh.” Daman whispered, continuing to stroke his hair, pet him gently, “We have much to talk about tonight so I wont expect to much from you on our first encounter.” He told Eko, nudging his chin a bit, “Look up at me, don’t close your eyes little one. I want to see those beautiful lavender eyes. You must always look into my face and eyes unless I instruct you otherwise.” He began, smiling a little bit.

Eko nodded his head slowly, and then his small pink tongue darted out to wet his lips nervously, making Daman want to follow that trail with his own tongue and taste that sweetness, that untouched uncharted sweetness. Managing to hold back from such an action, he was not however able to stop himself from running his thumb over the fullness of the boys’ lower lip, so incredibly soft and pliant.

“Your life has changed, Eko.” He began his instruction, still petting him right where they stood in the middle of the room. “You are no longer a free agent, you are owned by me.” Daman watched as fear, anger, humiliation and then resignation all flashed in those beautiful lavender eyes and he felt a pang. Such a lovely creature, stolen from his home, his life, and taken to this new world where he would be made to do things he probably never considered let a lone thought about doing to himself.

“A-and y-you’ll hurt me.” Eko stammered out, surprising Daman.

“Yes, sometimes I will.” Daman agreed readily enough, only to be greeted by more terror and helplessness in the small creature’s eyes. “But that wont be all, Eko. You belong to me, so you will need to learn to find pleasure in my pleasure. If you please me, you should be proud of yourself. If you make me happy, you should be happy. If you follow my orders perfectly, or do your very best, you should be proud of your accomplishments. When you do well, when you please me, I will reward you.” Like a pet, the words went unspoken but Eko thought them, and so did Daman.

“Tonight you will get taught the basics, and we shall see how you do.” Daman continued, smiling a little smile. “I want you to stay absolutely still. You will do what I tell you the moment I tell you to do it. No matter what I do to you, you will remain still and accept the touch of your Master. Do I make myself clear, Eko?” his words spilled fear down along Eko’s spine, and he nodded wordlessly, his mouth gone dry for fear of what would happen next.

Releasing Eko’s face and hair, Daman took a single step back, allowing his gaze to travel down the form of his new possession. Without thought, Eko raised his hands to cover his groin, and Daman slapped his hands away. “You will never cover yourself from my gaze.” He hissed in a steely voice. “This is not your body anymore, it’s mine. I can do with it what I want.” Simple as that, though Eko couldn’t quite force his mind to wrap around the concept.

He got impatient and clamped his other huge hand over my forehead. Pushing my forehead and pulling my hair, he could go faster, and did. Up down up down up down. . . It didn’t hurt so much, except by reminding me of all the pains I already had. Faster yet — updownupdownupdown. I knew he was cumming before he did, I think, but only by a little. Just as the first blast flew out, into my eager mouth, he let go of my forehead. I caught most of the cum in my mouth, this time, so I’d have some to savor. No need.

He was pumping his scorching prick, slowing down, but squeezing hard. My mouth and throat were ready for the second blast, but didn’t get it. Instead, just as that cum was about to be launched, he yanked my head back, off his hard prick. Shot after shot of hot, oven-roasted cum flew into and coated my face. I couldn’t see, and for one second my nose was blocked and I thought I couldn’t breathe.

As he ejaculated that hot semen, he pulled himself out from under me, so he was now standing, pumping his cock all over my face and torso. I couldn’t see him very well, and I wasn’t sure if it was permitted to move, so I just lay there and watched. Where did it all come from? His balls were big, but all this cum –?

The spurts got smaller, and came out under less pressure. Abruptly he turned away. A moment later I heard the clatter of tableware in the drawer, and he came back with a spoon, which he shoved into my hand. “Here,” he said. “Suppertime.”

I knew what that meant. As he stood there watching, I spooned his cum off my face and body, and into my mouth. If you think it feels like a lot as it gets pumped down your throat, imagine scooping it teaspoon by teaspoon. I’m certain there was more cum on me and in me, today, than on my office walls that time last week.

Only last week! So much has changed.

By the time I finished, my Master was leaving. He paused at the door. “Do you have a cell phone, Bitch?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Well, get another one. With a different phone number. You will give that number to me, and only me. Save your money, don’t order voice mail. When I call, you will, without fail, answer by the third ring. Understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

I felt the breeze from the door as it swung shut. I was still too sore to go out, so I spent the day cleaning up after our fuck session and trying to think about what kind of a gift I could give that would be anywhere good enough for my Master.

Brad was in heaven. He had been wanting to get fucked from both ends for so long. He might have gotten mad at Louis for spilling the beans on that fantasy, but having that big, beautiful cock puncturing his lips and another violating his ass was the most pleasurable and . . . well, naughty thing he had ever done.

Tom was happily pounding away at his boyfriend’s ass, but then he grabbed Brad’s hips and started scooting him to the right. Brad reluctantly pulled off of Louis’s dick, but then Louis shoved the young man’s head down on Johan’s waiting member, returning the favor from earlier. Brad wasn’t a star athlete at the moment. He was just a cock-slut getting what he so desperately wanted.

Tom stayed buried in Brad’s backside as the young man sucked on Johan’s root. And then when he sucked on Richard’s root, and then back to Stan’s. The poor young man’s lips were already beginning to swell a bit, but it didn’t seem to bother him.

Louis was enjoying another hand-job from Johan when he did something that was strange for him. He leaned over and kissed the young man on the lips. Even Johan was surprised, but he tentatively returned the kiss. Louis found his hand sliding up Johan’s shirt, caressing the muscles of his abdomen before pinching his nipples. Johan gasped directly into Louis’s mouth.

The two of them seemed to have lost track of what the rest of the group was doing. Brad was alternating his oral attentions between Stan and Richard while Tom was drilling him from behind. And Johan seemed to take comfort in Louis’s attention. “Yes,’ he thought. “That’s what I’m doing. I’m comforting him.’

“Why don’t you finish getting those pants off,” Louis whispered. “Then you can be my ball-boy.”

Johan wasted no time in standing and dropping his trousers. Louis grabbed the young man’s buttocks and drew him close, sucking Johan’s rod into his mouth. Once he had the whole thing downed, he slid his tongue out the bottom of his mouth to lightly touch Johan’s nuts. Then he stuck a hand between Johan’s legs and stuck a finger in the young man’s ass. Johan jumped a bit, but he didn’t seem upset. Louis recognized that expression. The young man was nervous. Louis was pretty sure that the young man had never been explored in that way before. His sucking action was actually a little gentler than usual, and he was enjoying “nursing’ that sweet young shaft.

“Are you ready?” Louis said at last.

Johan didn’t need to be told what his friend was talking about. He grabbed a condom and ripped open the package. After taking a few sucks on Louis’s meat, he struggled to roll the rubber over that thick dick. Then he went down on it a couple more times before grabbing the lube. “Get it nice and slick,” Louis instructed, perhaps unnecessarily. Johan was coating Louis’s cock with the stuff. He was no fool. Then he straddled his friend’s lap while facing Louis, his knees on the bench. He slowly eased back until that massive head pressed against his virgin sphincter.

“It’s okay,” Louis said in a soothing voice. “Go slow.” He reached around with both hands and grabbed Johan’s ass cheeks, pulling them slowly apart. “Just let me know if it’s too much for you to . . .”

Louis was cut off as Johan ever so gradually started to sink down. He gasped. He groaned. He bit his bottom lip as Louis’s cock began splitting him open. Meanwhile, Louis reached over, grabbed the lube and then lifted his own shirt. He smeared some lubricant on Johan’s wildly waving prick and started stroking it.

Finally, Johan’s ass relaxed enough to let the head of Louis’s cock in, and his descent onto the shaft increased in speed. He found himself with his ass resting directly on Louis’s legs, with the entire eight inches of his lover’s cock buried inside him. “Oh fuck!” he said with closed eyes and a slight smile.

“Don’t mind if I do,” responded Louis, who made a slight humping motion with his hips. Johan got the idea and started bouncing up and down, taking it slow at first and eventually gaining speed. After several minutes, he was fucking like a wildman, taking all Louis had to give over and over again.

Down the bench, Tom grunted and shot his load into the condom while buried in Brad’s sphincter. There was an audible pop as he pulled out, as well as a contented sigh. He got on his back and crawled under Brad, taking his boyfriend’s cock into Tom’s mouth while Stan and Richard were still drilling Brad in the mouth. Stan got up and positioned himself behind Brad, thrusting his huge black dick into that recently vacated asshole. Brad pulled off of Richard and grimaced a bit when that large dick was buried in his rectum.

Louis looked over. “So, you like getting all that dick? I’ll bet you do. What do you want?” he asked.

Brad suddenly grinned. “Cock.”

“And how do you want it?”

“Hard and fast.”

“And do you enjoy being a little cock-slut?”

Brad didn’t verbally respond. He just grinned again and stuck Richard’s throbbing dick back into his mouth.

Louis turned his attention back to Johan, who had sunk all the way down on Louis’s stick and had started grinding his hips. “Oh that feels nice,” Louis muttered before kissing his young friend again. This was a little more intimate than Louis was used to in his sexual encounters, but it probably worked a little better for Johan. Louis had upped his tempo in regards to jacking off Johan, and the young man was quickly approaching release. With his asshole stretched by a big, beautiful dick and with a hand on his shaft, Johan spewed the mother-load all over Louis’s abdomen. The young man collapsed temporarily against his lover as his member cleared itself of every drop of jizz. There were gobs of the sticky stuff everywhere.

“Well,” said Louis, “it seems you REALLY needed that!”

Johan grinned, then started bouncing again.

Meanwhile, Tom’s lips had done their work and were in the process of sucking Brad dry as the young baseball player continued getting fucked at both ends. Stan was next to go, burying himself deep in Brad’s behind while filling the condom to the point of overflowing. Then Richard blasted a huge load into the young man’s waiting mouth, and Louis could hear his friend gagging and slurping from across the dugout.

Then Louis felt himself approaching the main event. He was using his hips a little more since Johan was almost exhausted. He felt his balls clench up and the first wave of sticky goo shot down the pipe and into the rubber.

Johan felt that enormous cock pulsing, and he settled all the way down and started kissing Louis again. They were both sweating like racehorses the kiss seemed especially salty. But Johan was loving it. He only wished Louis were feeling the same way. Deep inside, he believed that was too much to hope for. Johan waited for almost a full minute before letting his friend’s shrinking shaft slide out of his rectum. All in all, everyone was smiling. Brad still had cum on his lips and a sore ass, but he had lived out one of his fantasies. Stan and Richard were happy just to get laid. Louis was happy that everyone else was happy, and Johan was glad to have gotten fucked by Louis, if only that one time. The six of them got dressed and made their way out of the dugout and through the gate, which Johan locked behind them. Each couple went their separate way.

“Want to go grab some coffee or something?” Louis asked, stretching out like a cat after a good nap.

“Nah,” said Johan quietly, forcing a smile. “I’ve got a busy week, so I REALLY should get some sleep.”

“Are you okay?” asked Louis. His friend was usually amenable to whatever Louis wanted to do.

“Yeah. That took a lot more out of me than I thought,” he said. “I’m just really tired is all.”

“Okay,” Louis said. He gave Johan a friendly hug, and the two parted ways.

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About a week later on a Friday night . . .

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Louis was sitting on the couch, dressed in his finest black outfit. It was the one he almost always wore when he was going to a rendezvous or was hunting for new blood. Neither of these things applied on that occasion. Louis had just come to the inescapable conclusion that most Americans had arrived at years before: All television programming on Friday night sucked. It didn’t just suck a little, either. It sucked a lot.

Katie came in the front door, giggling like mad and with her boyfriend John (or was it Robert?) in tow. She stopped in the doorway and stared.

“Louis?!? You’re . . . you’re home. Here. On a Friday. After dark. I mean, the sun has gone down and . . . and you’re not gone.”

Louis looked perplexed. Admittedly, he USUALLY went out on Fridays, but it shouldn’t be considered THAT odd that he simply didn’t have a place to go. For once. “Just reminding myself why I hate television,” he said, turning off the set. “Listen, if you two need some time to do whatever it is you do that isn’t sex involving my virginal sister . . .” he said with a pointed stare at the very nervous (albeit cute) young man standing behind Katie, “. . . I’d be happy to find something to occupy my time for a bit.”

“No, that’s okay. Robert is flying out for his sister’s wedding tomorrow and has to leave early.” She turned and gave the young man a quick kiss. She would have liked taking her time with the kiss, but any kind of interaction in front of Louis made Robert nervous. “See you when you get back,” she said sweetly and ushered him out the door. She plopped down on the sofa next to her brother.

“So,” she continued, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Why?”

“Because you haven’t spent a Friday night here at the apartment since I moved in. Well, except that one time you got sick from food poisoning. Why aren’t you out?”

“Stan wanted to take Richard to the opera, which I hate. Brad and Tom appear to be getting serious and are actually doing the dinner-and-a-movie package.”

“What about Johan?” she returned, maybe a little too eagerly.

“I saw him briefly today. He said he had “things’ to take care of. I probably should have asked if he needed help or anything.” Louis found himself strangled out of sorts. Johan had sort of become a staple of Louis’s Friday night expeditions. Without him, Louis felt a little . . . lost.

“Is he walking for graduation next week?”

Louis scrunched up his eyes. “Actually, I don’t know. I remember asking, but I don’t remember him answering. I don’t know if he has a job lined up or what.”

“Do you know ANYTHING?!?” Katie said with an exasperated wave of her arms.

“I know that you’re acting very strangely . . .”

“You’ve spent almost everyday with him for how long? Do you ever actually ask him about himself, or do you just talk about . . . you!”

“You are so very odd. Are you sure we have the same parents? Yes, I ask him about himself. But . . . he’s slippery.”

Katie stared at him. He cringed.

“Okay,” he mumbled at last. I’ll go talk to him tomorrow.” He paused. She glared. “Early.” She kept glaring. “Fine. The library’s open for half an hour. I’ll talk to him now.” She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “Manipulative wench.” She stepped on his foot.

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At the library . . .

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Actually, the library was going to be open for a while. Louis had forgotten about the extended hours going into finals week. He scooted past the reference desk and waited until no one was looking, then descended the stairs. “Funny,’ he thought. “Lights are off.’ He carefully made his way down the stairs and felt for the light switch. The lights came on. Louis suddenly wished they hadn’t.

Everything was gone. The books, the microwave . . . well, the tub, the table and the water heater were still there. But it was obvious that the small bunker had been abandoned. Louis felt lost again. He noticed that there were a couple of things on the table. One was a ring of keys which Johan used to get into places on campus. Louis picked them up.

“He’s not coming back,” he muttered. It was one of those statements that made sense to his head, but his heart hadn’t quite caught up. “Where the hell . . .?” Then he noticed the drawing on the table. It was a small charcoal piece. Louis picked it up. It had Louis dressed in something resembling a toga, with a horseshoe wreath of leaves on his head. “Is that me as Christ?’ he thought. On the other side of the drawing was Johan, dressed in the armor of a medieval knight, holding a glowing sword. Between them was a lion lying at the base of a pyramid. And there was a caption. It read, “Happy travels, Johan.”

Louis sat down on the floor. Johan had left. He realized that he wasn’t used to the idea of Johan NOT looking at him. Staring out at him from the stacks or from the corner of his eyes. Louis had noticed those glances. He grabbed his cell phone.

“Katie?!? I’ve got something to tell you . . .”

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Three weeks later . . .

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Johan Smythe was chatting with a few members of the board as the meeting left out. It was the first formal gathering where the young man was discussing his plans to get that medium-sized public library he now ran to draw new visitors. The board members had seemed enthusiastic about his plans to bring in more art exhibits and update the antiquated information database that they were using to locate information. He was wearing a tweed suit and small, circular glasses and had his hair slicked back. He actually didn’t like tweed and didn’t need glasses, but he felt it fit the image most people, including the ones he would be reporting to, expected. He was actually thrilled with the position. He would be earning a modest salary, but that wasn’t something he cared about. He had his own apartment. He had a job. He was going to pay taxes and get selected for jury duty. Some people might find the latter two things less than appealing. But not Johan. These things meant that he existed. That he was a normal person. He was just like everyone else. And yet there seemed to be a dark cloud over his head.

He had talked his professors back at the university into allowing him to take his finals early so he could accept this job offer. They had readily agreed, seeing as he only needed to sign his name on the exams to get enough points to graduate. And then he had crept out of town like a thief in the night. That had bothered him; the decision not to tell Louis and Katie that he was leaving. It felt cowardly. “Well, it was cowardly,’ he reminded himself.

Johan knew that he had broken the rules. He had fallen for the unattainable. From the word “go,” Louis had been completely honest about his rules, but Johan had grown too attached. He thought that it might have been that the powerful young man had simply been the first person to show concern for the now-librarian. But it had grown past that. That last time they were together . . . in the dugout . . . had mean a lot. Johan remembered how the event had been playing in his head, and how he had been pretending that he and Louis were REALLY together. But he knew it had only been in his own head. And he didn’t have the nerve to tell Louis how he felt. He had barely learned to stand on his own two feet. A harsh word from that man would have knocked him to the ground again.

Johan ushered the last of the visitors out and he locked the door. He would finish up filing some paperwork before heading back to his quaint one-bedroom apartment. He’d fix himself a grilled cheese sandwich, turn on some background music, read another chapter from Shirley Jackson’s classic “The Haunting of Hill House” and then promise himself that he would go out the next evening and try and meet someone. He also knew that he would talk himself out of that last part by the time the next evening rolled around.

Then Johan heard something from the main reading area. He was the sound of one of the old wooden chair legs squeaking against the cheap tile.

“Hello?” he called out. “Probably just one of the board members who got lost.’ But despite his attempts to reassure himself, he grabbed the heavy Mag-Lite out of his office. Just in case. He wandered up the small ramp and looked around. Nothing. “Hello?” he said again. Nothing. Then he heard a voice come booming from out of the stacks.

“Pleased to meet you,” that voice said. “Won’t you guess my name?”

Johan saw the figure emerge from between to rows of classic literature. He knew the man dressed in black, with long brown hair. The man had been mistaken for either Christ or the Devil, and Johan was wondering which of the two had arrived at his door.

“Louis,” he said cautiously.

“Johan,” said the other man with an unmistakable smirk. “Nice look. Your idea?”

“Yes. I thought it might make me seem more officious.”

“It works,” Louis said. “So, how are you liking Las Vegas,” he grinned.

“Fine,” Johan said. He glanced out a window and saw the ever-present glow that the city put off. He had been in awe the first few weeks, but he was beginning to get used to it. “So how’d you find me?”

“Your drawing. The one you left so that I COULD find you. Me dressed as Caesar, you wielding a magic sword, which happened to be Excalibur, the lion was the MGM Grande and the pyramid was the Luxor. Then I did a job-search for “librarian’ in Las Vegas and looked into the positions that had recently been filled. The “how’ was easy.”

“So why?”

“Regardless of what you might think, I thought highly of you. I wanted to know why you thought so little of me that you would leave without a word.” Louis sat down at one of the chairs and propped his feet up. “I think I deserve an explanation.”

“I was falling for you,” Johan said. “I know that was stupid of me. But I did. And I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Louis cocked his head, looking a lot like a spaniel that was trying to understand human speech. “So you just left?”

“I meant to call you. Every day. I started feeling kind of childish, so was easy to put it off “one more day.’ And I figured you’d just be annoyed with me and move on.”

Louis sighed and rolled his eyes. “You seemed to have forgotten the part about how you intrigue me.”

“I haven’t forgotten my “novelty’ status,” returned Johan, more than a little bitterly. “I have roughly the same value as a pet-rock or parachute pants.”

“What I wouldn’t GIVE for a snug pair of parachute pants! I blame the 90’s for their current lack of availability.” Louis sighed and shook his head. “You know perfectly well you mean more to me than that. Well, maybe not the parachute pants.” He looked a Johan. “You really need to loosen up. I’m the one that should be pissed here, but I’m having fun!”

“You always have fun when you’re making someone uncomfortable.”

“Pretty much. But seriously. Johan, I like having you around. I didn’t realize how much until you suddenly weren’t there. I’m not saying it’s some great, outlast-the-stars kind of love they talk about in storybooks and in on-line porno stories, but you were more than a friend to me. If you had just told me how you felt, it would have saved me a whole lot of trouble in tracking your cute ass down. And don’t tell me you didn’t think that would happen. If you had really wanted to make a clean break, you wouldn’t have left a clue.”

“So you tracked me down just to tell me how stupid I was, or is there a chance . . .”

“Of COURSE there’s a chance, nimrod! Otherwise I would have just called you to chew you out.” Louis reached out and grabbed Johan’s hand, pulling him closer. “Of course, you’ll have to let me crash with you for, oh say the next month.” He unzipped his pants. “And it might not work out, since it will have to be a long distance relationship once school starts for me again.” He took Johan’s hand and slid it into the fly, moaning slightly as that soft hand encircled his shaft one more time. “And who knows what’s going to happen after I graduate and . . .”