Today would be a different game altogether though. He was going into enemy territory and the best I could do was follow at a distance and wait until he came back up from the bowels of this school's catacombs.
"Maybe you shouldn't go," I said. He gave me an odd look, hesitating a moment when he realized I was serious. Then he sighed.
"You know that's not happening." He shut off the water and left. Before I even heard him leave the locker room I pushed my hand in my shorts and frantically jerked off, desperate grunts leaving my mouth. I imagined he was here—kneeling—and that as my cum flew from my cock it painted his face instead of dropping to the tile floor.
Such a good partner, his words repeated in my mind as I groaned quietly, leaning my head back and riding the orgasm.
4
Ispread my arms out, pretending I could scrape both sides of the hall with my fingertips. I was trying to expel the tight grip of dread in my chest. I wanted to make this hallway expand because right now I felt like I was in the throat of a snake; the ceiling bending down further and further.
Did everyone else get this dread when they were about to walk into a den of vampires? No, probably not because this wasn’t like normal missions where people blasted into a shack in the middle of the day and shot fish in a barrel. This was subterfuge on an alarmingly risky level but the payoff would be worth it.
Tate didn’t know, but Sanguine Society was who killed my family. They came for my parents, offering them vampirism, and when my parents refused they were killed.
No one was in this school building at the moment. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, the perfect day for the Sanguine orientation. I’d been living this lie for three years, playing the rich collegiate aristocrat. The role was boring but I tried to wear it like a crown. I was the infamous hedonistic fuck up of campus.
It was disorienting that this mission had required me to use my actual name and history, just skip the middle where I trained to be a killer.
Sanguine Society thought they were getting another good one for the dark side. Would be a nice little surprise when they learned the truth. I was promising myself to some type of cult and lying through my teeth to them the whole time. This could end up bad but I wanted my revenge.
To distract myself from the dread and trepidation, I thought of Tate. Particularly the way his blue eyes seared me while his lips were stretched over my cock.
I replayed him on his knees, his mouth open and waiting for me to fuck. I’d never been more turned on in my life.
What else would Tate be willing to do for me? I drew closer to the door that led to Sanguine Society. Tonight I’d ask for more. I’d tell him it was his duty to lay down on his belly for me. We both knew it was a thinly veiled excuse. Still, I’d say those magic words and tell him I needed to be focused on my work. That I was distracted by my sex drive.
My mind played it out—what he’d look like when I told him what I needed. His throat would bob nervously, his eyes widening and then darting away—the same quiet shock he presented me before.
Then, just like the showers, he’d give in far too easily. He’d peel his clothes off into a heap on the floor before crawling his large, muscled body on the bed, burying his face in the pillow. I’d feel powerful over top of him, spreading his cheeks apart and sliding into his tight ass. Then I’d fuck him hard, gripping his waist tightly, groaning as I came in his ass.
His erection had been obvious in the showers. I couldn’t wait to see how red his face was while I fucked him. I imagined him having to bite his lips to keep from groaning in pleasure, hiding how much he liked me using him. I wanted him to admit he liked it.
It would be a shit show if we were ever caught doing these things. Well, fuck the Brotherhood. Their authoritarian demands were annoying. Tate was used to following their orders though. He’d been raised by them since he was a baby and sometimes the concept of disobeying them didn’t even cross his mind. It was shocking and entertaining he’d done something that had pissed them off.
I pulled an iron key from my pocket and slipped it inside the wooden door. Something inside clicked and the door creaked open. I peered into the darkness, eyeing a spiraling staircase that went deep into the earth.
This was either going to be a colossal mistake or maybe, just maybe, it would be the thing that brought me relief. I’d never forget the gurgled cries of my dying family as I hid under the table shivering when I was ten.
The nightmares had been getting worse lately. It was disturbing they’d altered to match the situation. Instead of being a child under the table of my family home, I was an adult running around campus.
A sudden urge came over me to take one last look at the world before submerging myself into Sanguine. I looked out the windows in the hall. It was dusk. Clouds looked pink and purple, like bruised cotton candy. The sky was blue but fading away towards sunset.
I didn’t try to look for Tate. I realized when we started working together that I could never find him when he followed me. He was frighteningly skilled at stalking me.
Finally, I went through the door and started my descent. I didn’t bother to adjust my tie and looked down at a loose shoe string, its plastic end tapping the stone stairs as I kept going down. There was an inexplicable sense of foreboding sinking and bobbing in my gut, residing there since this morning. There was the taste of premonition on the tip of my tongue—a sour threat that all wasn’t okay and that soon doom approached.
What I was supposed to do with those feelings, I had no idea.
My shuffling created a scraping noise as I marched towards my fate. Tate suggested I don’t go but there was no choice in this matter. Or maybe there was but I didn’t want to entertain it.
Truth was, something felt off about all of this but that had to be nervous energy talking. After all, I was going into a secret society of vampires with nothing but a farce. There was no other way to do this though. I was the only one for this job.
The stairway grew colder. Electric lights were stuck to the stone, looking abnormal on the old wall. An upgrade–this place predated common electricity. A door came into view at the bottom. It was a deep crimson color.
The paint was thin and sticky, stinking of rot. A sudden chill made me shiver. The door smelled like iron, meaning it was painted in blood. I swallowed, then closed my eyes and shook off my nerves. When I popped my eyes open, I transformed my face into an amused smirk. I twisted the knob and flung the door open. I was as ready as I’d ever be.
No one was in the dark room. This was all very mysterious. I’m sure they intended that. I shoved my hands in my pockets and strolled into the cavernous stone foyer.
