Date: Mon, 15 Oct 2012 07:43:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Richard Garcia <invertedbeast@yahoo.com>
Subject: Darkness Evolves chapter 2

DARKNESS EVOLVES
Chapter Two


Daniel fucked me as soon as we got home.

"Hey ... Joey," he said as he followed me up the stairs from the garage.
As soon as he said my name, I knew what was up.  Usually Daniel calls me
"bro," but never when he's feeling horny.  He's still too guilt-wracked by
the incest thing.

At the top of the stairs I turned around.  Daniel stopped one step below
me, putting us at almost the same height.  His lips landed on mine, hard.
He was pissed.  I understood; I'd make it up to him.

My brother's arms reached around me, grabbed my ass, and pulled me tight
against him.  I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh.  Without
breaking the kiss he lifted me into the air and walked us into the living
room.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on, all the while sucking down
his tongue like it was a Daniel-flavored popsicle.  We fell onto the couch.

"Amber looked good tonight," I said when we broke the kiss to catch our
breaths.

"I guess," he muttered as he started to unbutton my shirt.

"There were a lot of pretty women there.  Didn't you think so, Daniel?"

"Jesus, Joey."  Daniel sighed in exasperation.  His hands dropped.  "Why
bring that up?  You don't give a shit about them."

"I know, Daniel."  I reached down to rub him through his pants.  "But you
do."

He grabbed my wrist, stilling the movement.  "Why are you saying that?" he
demanded.

"I know you left early because of me.  I'm sorry, Daniel.  It's okay to be
angry at me."

"I'm not ... " he looked away.  "I'm not angry at you, Joey.  This has just
been kind of a weird night.  Don't you think it's been a weird night?"

My brother was wondering how many people at the memorial service knew we
were lovers.  He wouldn't believe me if I told him how little anyone cared.

I shrugged.  "I guess it was weird."  With my free hand I reached up to
trace his eyebrow.  "So you're not angry?"

Daniel's other hand grabbed that wrist.  "Fuck you, Joey.  No, I'm not
angry.  I'm just ... frustrated."

"Oh, frustrated."  His grips on my wrists ached a little.  "Will you fuck
me now?"

Daniel growled.  He released my wrists, grabbed two fistfuls of shirt, and
ripped it open.  Buttons flew in all directions.

We ended up naked on the couch, Daniel pounding hard into me.  With one
hand he held both of my wrists pinned overhead while the other jerked me
off with brutal rough-palmed strokes.  It was great.

Afterwards we lay curled together, my body aching in all the right places.
Daniel ran his fingers slowly through my hair as my head lay on his chest.

"I dig your hair," he murmured, his anger slated.

"It's not too long?"

"Hell, no.  It's just starting to get long enough."

I rolled over and propped my head on the back of the couch so I could see
him.  In the light coming up from the stairwell he looked as beautiful as
some ancient Greek hero, the son of an Olympian.  The emotions I felt
surging through me were so strong that I didn't know what to do with them,
didn't know how to face them.

I looked away.  "You ruined my shirt, Daniel."

"Yeah, well."  He yawned, stretching the hard muscles beneath me.  "I
didn't like it on you anyway."

"What's wrong with it?"

"Everything you wear is at least three years old and came from the Gap.
It's kid's clothes, bro.  You've got a lean body; you should be wearing
things that fit you better.  We need to get you some new threads."

"I don't want anything too fancy."

"Fine, but you need to stop dressing like a kid.  I'll take you to H&M.
They'll have some stuff that's not too flashy but won't hang on you like a
sack.  You need something to go with your new tail.

"Tail?"

"Ponytail."  He reached back to tug on the hair covering the nape of my
neck.  "We'll go sometime soon."

The weight of Daniel's gaze brushed across my face.  I didn't have the
strength to meet it.  He released his grip and ran his thumb lightly across
my shoulder blade.

"God, Joey," he whispered, "you're so beautiful."

He stroked the chain around my neck with the tips of his fingers.  "I love
the silver against your skin.  Is it still in there?"

I drug my gaze up and saw that he was looking at the cross resting on my
chest.  The demon.

"Yeah."

"Can I touch it?"

"Sure."

He tapped on the cross with a fingernail.  "Yo -- sex fiend -- how's it
hangin'?"

I giggled.

"Can it hear me?"

"No.  It's like it's locked away in an airtight bottle."

He looked up and his eyes caught me.  "Can I ask you something?"

This time his gaze held me too tight to look away.  "Sure, Daniel."

"It made itself look like me, Fellers said.  Is that right?"

"Sometimes.  Not always."

"So when we're ... having sex ... you don't ever get confused about who I
am, do you?  Like when rape survivors have flashbacks?"

My poor big brother.  He still can't get over what he does to me, can't
imagine I'm not traumatized by it.  He doesn't understand.

I shook my head.  "No, Daniel.  I always know it's you."

"Really?"

"Really."  I lay my head back down on his chest.

It's true.  When it had wanted to, the demon had been a fantastic lover.
And it could mimic Daniel perfectly.  At times it looked like him all the
way down to the exact shape of his hard cock, and the way his eyelids
flutter and his eyes almost cross when he shoots.  But when I have sex with
Daniel, I never doubt that he's Daniel and not the demon.

Want to know why?  It's because of how Daniel tastes.  The one thing the
demon could never duplicate -- because it didn't know -- was how my
brother tastes to me.

I think that how things taste is different for everyone.  Maybe that's why
one person's favorite food can make someone else gag.  So even though my
darkfather could go into Daniel's dreams, and spy on him having sex with
his girlfriends to learn all kinds of things about what he says and does in
bed, and even how he moves, it still couldn't create the precise taste of
his mouth, his skin, his cum on my tongue.  It didn't know how he would
taste to me.

It's good that our first kiss in Daniel's car, when I'd still been
possessed, had been so chaste.  If I had gotten a good taste of him then,
my darkfather could have used that memory to make me forever wonder if
Daniel was really himself or the Devil in disguise.  But now all I had to
do was kiss him -- or lick him or suck him -- and I knew he was really
himself, that I was safe.

And Daniel tastes great.  He's my favorite flavor.

Over the next few days we had a ton of sex.  Daniel's energy and libido
ramped up the closer we got to the full moon.  Living with a horny werewolf
around the time of his change is even more exhausting than being possessed
by an incubus.  My darkfather fed off of my sexual arousal; Daniel was
already souped up on his own.  He wore me out, but it was also loads of
fun.

Even though we didn't have Fellers to help us this time, I wasn't worried.
Daniel had made a lot of progress integrating his beast half and his human
half.  He wasn't at war with himself any more.  By the time he entered the
second phase of conversion and his nails began to darken, we'd had so much
sex already that he was pretty mellow compared to that first change two
months ago.  He didn't even want to fuck; instead he groomed me.  He spent
so much time licking me that my hair got crunchy from all the dried saliva.
Werewolves drool a lot.

When the full moon came up I let him out the back door again and he hunted
in the preserve.  It was a relief to have him off me so I could go take a
shower.

He came back at dawn.  We were both exhausted and slept the whole day.  I
woke up at sunset to the sound of his soft whining.  I don't know why
reversion is more painful than conversion, but it's been that way each
time.  I got my clarinet and played to him, sending soothing waves of
Darkness through the notes.  He slept more.

I got up and did some chores around the house, then fixed a sandwich for
myself and watched some porn on the Internet.  Over the past few weeks I've
been doing that.  I know most teenagers watch porn, but not for the reason
I do.  I've needed to get a sense of what people do in bed together, of
what's possible and what's acceptable.  Before Daniel, the only sex I'd had
had been with a demon.  Sometimes demonic sex is like human sex, but
sometimes it isn't.

After an hour of that I went into the living room and watched a couple of
movies on Netflix.  Finally I got tired enough to go back to bed.

My ringing cell phone woke me up.  I groped for it and checked caller ID.
It was Daniel's friend, Steve.

I flipped it open.  "This is Joey."

"Hey, Joey, this is Steve.  I'm trying to reach Dan and he hasn't been
answering his phone.  Do you know where he is?"

"Hi, Steve.  Daniel drove out to the forest again, to take pictures."

"Really?  I thought he was done with that."

"He said he changed his mind.  I think he'll be back tomorrow."

"Okay."  Steve hesitated.  "Listen, Joey, I should probably tell you that
his mother called me.  She said she's been trying to reach him for the last
couple of days, calling and sending emails.  She's totally on a tear about
you."

"Oh.  What did she say?"

"Listen, man, I don't want to get into the details, but it's nasty stuff.
Called you awful names and blamed you for trashing Dan's life.  I've never
heard her this bad before.  I'm telling you `cause you both need to watch
out.  She's PMSing big time."

"Okay Steve, thanks.  I'll tell Daniel when he gets back."

"Tell him to call me, Joey -- as soon as he can."

"All right."  I hung up.

Daniel's mother can get him pretty riled up, but normally I don't care what
she does.  She doesn't matter.  This time, though, it felt different.  It
was a weird kind of feeling, like I was standing in the middle of the road
at night and could hear the sound of oncoming traffic.  Something was
approaching in the Darkness, but I couldn't see what.  I had known what was
going to happen before the grendel attacked because it had been operating
under my darkfather's direction.  This Darkness was new to me.

I walked into Daniel's office and turned on his computer.  He has a
password on his email account, but I know what it is.  Four emails from his
mother, all sent in the last 48 hours, were sitting in his inbox.  I
clicked on them.

None of them were very long or specific.  Daniel's mother isn't stupid; she
knows that an email can stick around for a long time.  The messages said
that she'd gotten some disturbing news that had to do with Daniel's
relationship with me and she needed to speak with him.  What she'd heard
couldn't possibly be true because it was too outrageous and disgusting, but
she needed to hear from him immediately.  She'd called him several times
and he hadn't called back and now she was wondering what was going on and
was her Darling all right and what had that little monster done to her
baby?

Oh-oh.  This was the source of the watch-out-for-oncoming-traffic feeling I
was having.  Daniel's mother must know we were having sex.  That would be
hard for him.  How had she found out?

Daniel might have figured it out just by thinking it through, by deducing
things.  He's smart in that lightblind way.  I'm not so much.  But I have
other ways of finding things out.  Telepathy, clairvoyance, precognition,
psychometry: the lightblind use all sorts of words for knowing things that
your physical senses haven't told you.  Witches just call it kenning.

I reached out and put my palm against Daniel's monitor, right over the open
emails.  Somewhere at the other end of the Internet was his mother's
computer and the keyboard she had touched as she had typed.  I closed my
eyes and followed the pathway back.

It was kind of like walking at night though a jungle filled with zillions
of insects zooming around me at fast-as-light speeds.  The jungle was pitch
black, but it didn't feel particularly dangerous.  I could hear something
like the rustling of plants and feel something like the whiz of little
info-gnats flying by.  The air was pungent with the odors of stuff growing
and dying.  I had to step carefully because the ground was uneven.  For
some reason, I don't know why, it reminded me of the beach at Momma
Lolotta's service.

Eventually I arrived at my destination: Ms. Rolston's desktop.  It was a
place in the jungle that didn't seem different from any other, but was
filled with her presence the same way that Daniel's clothes are filled with
the scent of him.  I could tell it was hers.  I knelt and touched the
ground.

A thread of light pierced the jungle canopy and filtered down.  Glowing in
the gloom next to my hand -- a little white flower lit up by the thread
of light -- was a message in her inbox.  The email was only one sentence:
YOUR SON IS FUCKING HIS BROTHER.  That was all.  It was untitled and there
was no sender's address.  The message had appeared in her inbox three days
ago like it was conjured out of thin air.  Like magic.

As I knelt beside the flower, the jungle abruptly became pitch black again.
Something had moved across the ray of light.  There was something overhead
that was bigger -- much bigger -- than an insect.  A shiver ran down my
back.  The jungle was starting to feel dangerous.  It was time to leave.

I didn't have to retrace my steps to get back to my body.  Instead I just
woke up.  One moment I was kneeling in the jungle, the next I was back in
Daniel's office sitting at his desk.  I took my hand off the monitor and
turned off the computer.  Then I went and got a bottle of cleaner and a
cloth.  Daniel wouldn't like fingerprints all over his screen.

After I was finished I went back to check on Daniel.  He was still
sleeping.  I took off my clothes and slipped into the bed behind him,
resting my cheek against his back.  Mmmmm.  The fur was gone and his skin
had regained its familiar golden hue.  I hoped he'd wake up soon.  Knowing
that his mother had found out we were fucking made me super horny.


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