Daniel’s brain was screaming that he was looking at a werewolf, but the logical part of his brain was trying to convince him of a rational explanation. Either way, he was scared shitless but too afraid to make a run for it. Daniel pressed his back flat against the wall. In one hand, he had his phone, and in the other, the steel pipe. He took a few deep breaths, then slowly put his phone in his pocket, keeping his back to the wall as he eased toward the stairs, away from the battling men.
“Where do you think you’re going?” A hand latched onto the back of Daniel’s neck from behind. Sharp nails dug into his skin and Daniel hissed in pain. The man jerked Daniel around to face him, hands curled into Daniel’s shirt holding him in place.
Daniel blinked his eyes several times. The man’s eyes glowed like spotlights right back at him. Razor-sharp-looking teeth, stained a neon yellow, drew closer to Daniel’s face. Daniel grabbed at the hands holding him in place. He dropped his pole in the process, but thought it better to get away than worry about his weapon.
The man sniffed the air around Daniel, and Daniel flinched back as the man’s bitter, stale breath huffed out over his face.
“What’s wrong with you?” The man sniffed again. “You smell like death.”
If the situation hadn’t been so dire, Daniel would have laughed. Being eaten up with cancer was probably the cause of that pleasant aroma.
Something over the man’s shoulder grabbed Daniel’s attention. A man with short, blond hair and sunglasses covering his eyes gracefully made his way toward them. Daniel couldn’t tear his eyes from the man’s face. His nose was straight and his jaw sharp. Pale flesh covered the exposed skin that Daniel could see. He had on all black clothing, but even in the poor lighting, he could see how it stretched nicely over well-formed muscles. Daniel found himself staring openly at the man. Had he seen this man under any other circumstances, he’d have been attracted to him, but now? Now all Daniel could think about was getting away.
The man drew close and moved as if on air, not making a single sound. Daniel watched as he got closer. Then he raised his hands, long claws digging into the scalp of the man holding onto Daniel. The man let out a howl of pain and dropped Daniel to the floor. As the two men fought, Daniel searched the ground for the metal pole he’d found.
He saw it just a few feet in front of him and lunged for it. He snatched up the cold, dirty pipe and pulled it in close to his chest. All he could hear was fighting all around him, and the reporter in Daniel shouted for him to take more pictures or record the fight. Against his better judgment, Daniel pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos of the two men before him. They were snarling and gnashing their sharp teeth at one another. The men rolled to the side, giving Daniel the perfect angle to get a picture of their faces. Daniel focused in and snapped the pic. The flash went off in time to capture one man sinking his teeth deep into the other one’s neck, ripping out his throat.
Daniel’s hands shook even more and he spun around and ran toward the stairs. He tripped over his feet and hit the wall hard, but he never stopped running. Daniel had just made it to the lower level when someone from behind him grabbed his arm. Going on instincts, Daniel came around swinging the pole in his hand as if it were a baseball bat. His aim was high enough to land a hard hit to the blond man’s left temple. His sunglasses flew off of his face and landed on the ground.
“Fuck!” The blond man jerked back around, hand clutching his bleeding face.
“Oh my god,” Daniel whispered and took a step back, then another one. Complete and utter blackness filled the man’s eyes. Nothing was there, just empty pools of nothing.
Daniel spun on his heels and ran for the door he came through. The sound of his blood pulsing through his veins drowned out all other sounds. He fumbled with his keys and popped the lock. He jumped inside and sped away, too afraid to even look behind him to see if he was being chased.
Daniel broke every speed limit posted on his way home. It was a miracle he hadn’t gotten pulled over by a cop. He parked his car in the drive and ran toward the front door. He slammed it shut and rested his back against it. He was out of breath and jittery as all the adrenaline left his body.
Slowly, Daniel slid down the hard wood of the door to land on his ass. He brought his hands up to cover his face.
“I can’t believe it.” He gasped. “That shit isn’t supposed to exist.”
When Daniel started this whole search, he did it still thinking it was all crazy talk from his overzealous friend. Daniel wanted to believe he’d find explainable evidence or even those responsible for Billy’s death, but not this.
Daniel pulled his phone from his pocket and searched through the photos. The video he’d taken wasn’t the best. It was dark and the voices sounded so far away. He scrolled through all the pics and found the one of the blond-haired man’s face. The picture was a little fuzzy, but no mistaking who that handsome face belonged to.
“But what was wrong with his eyes?” Daniel asked himself. Nothing would ever erase the memory of those haunting black eyes staring back at him.
Daniel pulled away and Julian arched an eyebrow in question. “Are you okay?” Julian really wanted this, wanted to have Daniel squirming underneath him in pleasure, but he wouldn’t force the man.
“Yeah, I just…” Daniel popped the button on Julian’s pants and pulled down the zipper, parting the material. “I want to taste you.”
Julian nodded his head, at a loss for words. He wanted that, too.
Daniel went to his knees and, with cool, nimble fingers, pulled down Julian’s pants, taking his boxer briefs along with them. His hard cock sprang forth, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
“God, you’re big everywhere.” Daniel smiled up at him.
“Are you complaining, my little human?” Julian ran his hand over Daniel’s hair, the soft, brown strands tickling against his palm.
“Nope.” Daniel stuck out his tongue and licked over the weeping head. He closed his eyes and hummed, as if savoring Julian’s flavor. “I can’t wait to feel this”—Daniel fisted his hand around Julian’s hard shaft and stroked up then back down the thick length—“in my mouth, then in my ass.”
Julian groaned as he stared down at Daniel tonguing his cock. His breath whooshed out of his lungs as Daniel’s mouth engulfed his veiny length, swallowing him down only about halfway. Julian was impressed. His nine-inch cock wasn’t easy for most men to take. Besides being long, he was also thick, like a beer can. Julian couldn’t wait to feel Daniel stretched tight around him, begging for more.
Daniel hollowed out his cheeks and sucked down even more of Julian’s cock. The wet, hot suction was becoming too much. His orgasm swam right at the surface, threatening to explode if he allowed Daniel to continue his oral exploration.
Julian ran his hand through Daniel’s shaggy brown hair, then fisted his fingers, pulling Daniel’s head back. Big blue eyes stared up at him. Julian gasped at the sight of the pure innocence in those swimming pools of sapphire with the pink lips stretched thin around his arousal. Julian couldn’t wait another moment. He used his other hand to grab under Daniel’s arm, pulling him to his feet. He dove in for a greedy kiss, forcing his tongue past the seam, tasting himself on Daniel’s tongue.
“We can do slow later,” Julian said as he pulled away.
“Yeah, slow later,” Daniel repeated, as if in a trance.
Julian grinned down at Daniel, then gave a light shove to his shoulder. Daniel fell backward, and when his back hit the mattress, he went for the fastening on his jeans, yanking then downward. Julian admired his excitement.
Once Daniel’s clothes had all been removed, Julian stared down in awe of this human. Daniel may have been thin, but his body consisted of lean, corded muscle that wrapped around his short frame. The pale skin made Julian’s mouth water, and he wanted to lick every inch of the man.
Julian shucked off his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He spread Daniel’s legs further apart, then crawled up on the bed. He ran his hands up Daniel’s thighs, and goose bumps pebbled the hairless skin. Daniel’s eager cock stood straight into the air, jerking with every move of Julian’s hand. Julian loved how responsive Daniel was to him. It really was a shame they weren’t mates.
“So beautiful.” Julian bent down and kissed the inside of Daniel’s thigh, moving upward to bury his nose into his ball sack. The strong, bitter smell that seemed to surround Daniel was strong there, but so was his sweaty skin. Julian flicked out his tongue to tease and taste. “And so delicious.”
“Oh god!” Daniel cried out, his back arching as Julian licked a path up his straining length.
Julian smiled around the cock in his mouth and went down deeper. Daniel’s cock wasn’t nearly as long as his own, and it was easy for Julian to swallow his lover whole. The tangy, salty pre-cum flowed from the tip, making Julian hunger for even move.
Julian let his drool slide down Daniel’s shaft to drip down to his balls. Julian swiped up the wetness and used it to tease at Daniel’s clenching hole. The rippled flesh pulsed against Julian’s finger. Julian sat back and pushed Daniel’s left leg up and toward his chest, opening him up. In between the white, hairless crack sat the most gorgeous pink pucker Julian had ever seen, Small and a light, pale rose. Julian looked up at Daniel as he pushed his finger past the outer ring.
“Fuck,” Daniel groaned, his neck arching as his body tightened around the invasion.
“So tight.” Julian pushed in further, the smooth channel sucking him in further. Julian began fucking his finger in and out of Daniel’s tight heat.
“It’s been a while.” Daniel smiled up at Julian as he reached for his cock and pumped his fist on the bright red shaft.
“No touching.” Julian pulled Daniel’s hand off his cock and moved his hand to the side. “I want you so turned on you’re begging for my cock.” Julian added a second finger and Daniel whimpered.
“You keep doing that, it won’t be much longer.” Daniel lifted his other leg, grabbing underneath his knees, then spreading his thighs apart. “Please, Julian. Fuck me hard.”
“God damn.” Julian yanked his fingers free from Daniel’s ass. He spit in his hand and rubbed the wetness over his sensitive cock. He was wound so tight he damn near came in his hand.
Julian walked forward on his knees and placed the swollen tip of his cock at Daniel’s stretched opening. He stared down into Daniel’s eyes as he pressed forward. Daniel’s face scrunched up in pain and his chest heaved up and down. Julian reached out to stroke Daniel’s prick with his other hand. With Daniel distracted with the pleasure of Julian’s hand on his cock, Julian inched in further, not stopping until his balls were pressed up against Daniel’s ass.