Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2015 11:40:51 -0800
From: Sellar Dhor <sellardhor@gmail.com>
Subject: Evil is a Man: Blood In Blood Out chapter 18

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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include them.


       JANUARY 19th


       I woke up in the morning as pale light started coming into the room.
I was still face up on top of Parker.  He was still holding and caressing
me like he had been doing all night, which was a very comforting and
reassuring way to wake up.  His rhythmic breathing told me he was still
sound asleep.
       But then as sleep left my body and my senses returned to me, I could
feel something unmistakably different about Parker.  Through the fabric of
my shorts and the cotton of his pajamas, I could feel his hard, amazingly
giant unit pushing against my crack.  Holy crap, it felt good.
       It was an extremely sexy way to wake up, and I might have stayed
like that for hours, if it wasn't for the fact that my bladder was
absolutely screaming to be released.  I had to get to the bathroom, but
absolutely didn't want to wake Parker up, as he would be mortified to find
he had a sleep hardon.
       So, I very carefully and slowly got off of him.  My efforts seemed
to work, as I left the bed without him stirring.  The room felt cold,
especially the hardwood floor on my bare feet as I walked to the bathroom.
I could hear the sound of strong winds outside the windows, and noticed
that the sky was grey, which was an unusual occurrence there.
       After I had used the toilet and brushed my teeth, I came out of the
bathroom and looked at sweet, beautiful Parker sleeping there in bed.  I
felt my head pounding, and I realized I must have had a whiskey hangover
from the previous night's misadventures.  All I wanted to do was to get
back in bed with Parker and have him cuddle me back to sleep, but there was
a loud knock at the door.
       Parker stirred in bed.  "Yes?" he asked, and I realized that whoever
was there probably just blew my chance at getting back into my cuddle with
Parker.
       "Syd Logan needs his fiancé right away," said a voice through the
door, clearly one of the guards.
       Parker looked around, seemingly surprised to find I wasn't in bed
with him, until he saw me standing by the bathroom.  "I'll be right there,
thanks," I yelled towards the door.
       I went into the closet and got properly dressed for the day.  By the
time I came out, Parker had gone back to sleep, which looked really nice to
me as I rubbed my aching head and walked out the door.  As I walked over to
Syd's room, my annoyance grew exponentially at being summoned for nothing
but Syd's amusement.
       I honestly felt a bit guilty when I came into Syd's room and found
him still lying under the covers in bed, his breathing heavy and asthmatic,
looking very sickly.
       What was incredible though was every surface of his bedroom had been
meticulously organized and cleaned since I last saw it when I left the
night before.
       I gasped.  "Holy crap, did the maid do this?"
       "Jakey, ya know they won't let any maids in here, for Christsakes.
I woke up in the middle of the night and paid the debt I owed you, as it
was only fair.  After I went back to sleep, though, it seems like the cold
finally won me over," Syd said, his throat sounding sore and his nose
clogged.  "I feel like shit today."
       "Maybe you shouldn't have drunk so much whiskey," I said, feeling at
least partially responsible for that.  "Passing out drunk can't be good for
the immune system."
       "Hell, whiskey never did anything but help my body, Jakey."
       I walked over to his bedside and looked down at him.  His skin
looked red-hot, and I noticed his sandy blonde hair was clumped damp with
sweat.
       "Am I hot to you?" he asked me.  "I mean, we both know I'm a fucking
stud in yer eyes and there's no one hotter, but I mean, do I feel warm?"
       I looked down at his forehead with all the beads of sweat on it, and
I cringed.  "Perhaps I should get a thermometer."
       "Just feel with yer goddamn hand, Jakey.  We both know yer not gonna
die the second you touch me."
       I placed my hand down on his sweaty, germy forehead.  "Yes, you feel
warm."
       "Jakey, I tried getting up earlier but fell back in bed.  I'm too
weak to stand up anymore."
       "You got like this before," I said.  "You should sleep as much as
possible to keep your immune system strong.  Just like last time, Syd,
we'll get you through this illness.  Wow, you vampires are huge pains in
the butt, aren't you?  Getting so sick all the time." I grabbed a glass and
filled it up with water from the bathroom.  "You should be staying hydrated
as well."
       "That's the thing, Jakey, I gotta piss like a fucking horse,
probably on account of me not pissing since we had our little drinking
game.  But I need ya to help me to the bathroom."
       I groaned.  "Okay, alright, let's do this."
       I pulled off his covers and noticed he was still naked, the rest of
his body looking just as wet from sweat as his forehead.  I made him sit up
with his legs off the side of the bed and his feet on the floor.  Then I
bent down, he put his bare, muscled right arm around my neck, and I put my
left arm around his thick back, and helped him to his feet.
       As I started walking him towards the bathroom, all I could think
about was every part of his germ- ridden body that I was touching.  He had
his whole right side pressed into my left side, but luckily, he was
touching only my clothes there, not my bare skin.  The same was luckily
true for my arm against his bare back, as I had worn a long-sleeved button
up that day because it was colder than usual.  But my left hand, which
gripped into his wet-hot, muscular back, grossed me out to no end.  Not to
mention his wet, bare arm around the back of my neck.  I could feel his
soggy armpit hair there, dripping sweat on me, and it was making me feel
queasy.  I noticed a strong sweaty smell was coming from his armpit, as
well as from his whole body in general.  Though it smelled a bit musky, it
didn't smell bad, really.  It made me wonder if vampires were even capable
of bad smells, I certainly couldn't remember any coming from the vampires
I'd been around, unless the smells came from external items, like Syd's
cigarettes or Steely's chew.
       As we walked, Syd's head must have been woozy because he placed the
right side it down on my shoulder.  Thankfully, my shoulder was covered by
my shirt, but his wet head touched the side of my neck, jaw, and cheek, the
matted hair contaminating me there.
       I finally got Syd into the bathroom and set him in front of the
toilet, whose seat was already up.  Syd glanced down without taking his
head off my shoulder, positioned his soft unit over the toilet, and then
let loose.
       I looked down at his huge dick as the urine started to fly into the
toilet.  I noticed some of it was missing and splashing around, making a
mess.
        "I'm watching it," he mumbled.
       "Syd, you have your eyes closed!" I snapped, seeing him in the
mirror.
       "Well, if you don't want it to splash, you can hold it."
       I groaned, then reached over with my free right hand and grabbed his
massive dong in my hands, just beneath the head.  I aimed it towards the
toilet and then held it steady, feeling the piss move through his urethra
on the underside of his unit.
       He started to trail off, then when he finished, I shook his head off
until every last drop was off of him.
       I flushed the toilet, and started to walk him out of the bathroom.
"I need a bath, Jakey," he said.
       "I'm not going to argue with you there," I said.  "Let me help you
in the tub."
       With Syd having two legs, it was easier getting him into the tub
than it had been with Parker the previous day.  Once he was sitting down,
his head leaning against the back, I started the water for him and handed
him the soap.
       "Jakey, I'm hungry for breakfast," he said.  "Could you run down and
get me some while I clean up?"
       "Sure," I said, going into the bathroom, washing myself thoroughly
anywhere he touched me, and then left the room as he lazily lay in the tub,
scrubbing himself.
       The mess hall was slower than normal, and it took me more than a
half hour before I was back in Syd's room with his hot breakfast.
       "Christ, Jakey, it's about goddamn time!" he said from the tub.
"Did ya forget I needed ya to help me outta the tub?"
       "You were the one who wanted me to get you breakfast."
       "Well, I didn't figure you'd be down in the mess hall for two
hours."
       I looked at my watch.  "It's been thirty-nine minutes.  So, yeah,
let's cross having a good sense of time off the very short list of useful
talents you could possibly possess."
       "Come into bed, and I'll show yer asshole one of those talents,
Jakey.  What were you doing down there that was taking so long, getting
chain-fucked by the whole kitchen staff?"
       I thought about having the deed done to me by the evil Kitchen
Fascist, and cringed.
       "Well, the water's gone all cold and now my big Texas dick is all
shriveled."
       I looked down at him.  "Your dick is most certainly not shriveled,
Syd."
       "Well, my fingers are."
       I wasn't going to argue that.  "A little cool water is probably good
for your fever," I said.  "And if you really wanted it hotter, why not turn
the hot water back on instead of waiting for me to get here?"
       "'Cause brilliant solutions like that just don't come to me when my
head's as fuzzy as my cheeks are right now," he said, rubbing his unshaven
face.  "Help me up and get me dried off, Jakey."
       I grabbed a clean towel and handed it to him as I helped him to his
feet.  And then I pulled him out of the bath.  I noticed he wasn't doing
anything with the towel, just letting himself drip all over the wood floor,
so I walked him to the wall.  "Here, hold this for support," I said,
putting his hands on the wall.
       Once he was stable, I grabbed the towel and began to dry him off.  I
started with his back, drying off his broad lat muscles, then kneeled down
to get his bubble butt.  The way his legs were spread open a bit, I could
see his big balls, so I dried those off too very quickly before moving down
and wiping around his huge legs and feet.
       Then I climbed between him and the wall to dry off his front,
starting up on his firm pecs and working my way down.  I dried off his
impressive but still soft dick, then finished his front thighs.  Lastly, I
dried off his solid arms.
       I threw the towel aside, and got him to put his arm around my neck
again.  This time as I wrapped my arm around his back and helped him walk
back to bed, I noticed how much cleaner he smelled.  I sat him up in bed
and grabbed his breakfast.
       "You gonna eat with me, Jakey?" he asked as he started to rip into
his meal.  "I might have enough energy to get the ol' food spring out and
flip my breakfast in my mouth, just like I did for you yesterday," he said
through a full mouth, grabbing his soft dick and starting to rub it alive
threateningly.
       "Nope, that won't be necessary," I said.  "If there's nothing else
you need, I'm going to leave you to it."
       "I guess not," he said, sounding disappointed.  "But I'm sure my
contentedness is only temporary.  I'll ring if I need ya."
       I left the room after washing my hands one last time, grabbing the
bag of food.
       On my way to Parker's room, Cornelius appeared, walking down the
hall with some papers in his hand.  "Mr Groves, just the person I need to
see," he said.
       "Hi Cornelius."
       "Look, since Glaucia's gone, I had assumed that the Governor would
want to forfeit the rodeo competition between you and him.  It turned out
not to be so.  He had me study the contract, the sad reality is that its
language really doesn't specify any names except for yours and his.  Which
means, if he's no longer married, he's allowed to pick his own substitute
partner for your competition."
       "Oh my goodness, who did he pick?"
       "Donnie, the stable boy."
       I cringed, remembering that Donnie was supposed to be some sort of
rodeo expert.  "I see."
       "Now, the good news is, there's a lot of legal protection around
vampires who are temporarily sick, since it's so incapacitating.  So, I was
able to get both a week's delay on your wedding, as well as on the rodeo
competition, just to give Syd ample time to recover.  That is all,
Mr. Groves."
       "Thanks, Cornelius."
       A part of me was hoping Parker would still be in bed when I walked
into this apartment, so I could jump back in with him and warm myself up
with his warm body.  But instead, I found him not just out of bed, but all
dressed and seated at his desk, his wet hair proving that he had managed
his bath by himself that day.  I noticed he had his sporting leg on under
his typical suit.
       "Good morning," he said cheerfully.
       "I brought us breakfast," I said, removing the food from the bag.
       "Oh, how thoughtful.  How did you know my stomach was just starting
to rumble?  Here, let's sit at my table."
       Unlike Syd, Parker had a proper table in his room, though it was
very small and pressed against the wall, out of the way.  It only had two
chairs.
       "We don't have to sit down to eat if you don't want to," I said.
       "No, I want to," he said, walking towards the table and getting nice
place settings.  "I like my meals to have a touch of class whenever
possible."
       I set down our simple but hearty and healthy breakfasts on our
plates, and I sat down.  I was sitting with my chest just a couple fists
from the side of the table, but when he sat down, I noticed there was no
room for him to push his chair in without hitting his legs with my own,
that's how small this table was.  So he stayed a couple feet back from the
table to give me my personal space.
       "Parker, you're sitting very uncomfortably.  Is that how Annie would
make you sit when you ate together?"
       He laughed.  "I suppose so, otherwise we'd throw all of our space
boundaries to the wind."
       I reached under the table, grabbed his chair, and pulled it towards
me.  This position made our knees and legs touch.
       He looked quite alarmed.  "Whoa there, I didn't mean to touch you so
familiarly, Jake.  My apologies."
       "If we're going to sit here, both of us need to be comfortable, not
just me."
       "Well, alright, if you insist."
       He reached under the table and grabbed my chair with his two hands,
pulling me towards him until my chest was at a normal distance from the
edge of the table.  "There, all better," he said,
       As we started to eat, he moved his legs around unconsciously, every
movement sending romantic shivers into my own leg.  Above the table, he
looked into my eyes with his sweet smile.
       I sure was glad to be sitting there eating breakfast with Parker
instead of having to spend another meal with Syd.  I noticed how much more
pleasant it was in general to eat with Parker, who used silverware
properly, closed his mouth while eating, used a napkin, and didn't try to
impress me with stunts and antics that wouldn't have been sophisticated
enough for a frat house.
       "I've spent my morning thinking about Lewis.  I think there might be
a way we can help him, some legal loophole."
       "Oh really?" I asked.
       "I just don't have any of the legal documents I would need in here
in order to know for sure.  So, I've asked Cornelius to come up here when
he's free to go over all of this with me.  He'll bring his vampire legal
tomes, and we'll do some research."
       "Will he be coming in here?" I asked.
       "No, he'll work on the other side of the door, feeding me any
documents I might need.  If you'd like to help, I'm sure we could use it."
       "Sure, but I don't know the first bit about vampire law," I said.
       "But you're a really smart guy who would be fine sifting through
dense academic language."
       "I'd love to help," I said.  "Speaking of Cornelius, he delivered
some rather unpleasant to me just now in the hall.  Seems with Glaucia out,
Cornelius has selected Donnie as his partner."
       Parker's face looked horrified.  "Can he legally do that?"
       "Yes," I said.  "Which is just my luck, to go from competing against
a friend who swore she would throw the event to competing against one of my
least favorite people, and worst of all, he's a rodeo champion."
       "I think that one has always had designs on becoming the next of
Jericho's spouses, the poor misguided soul."
       "The good news is Cornelius also got the wedding and the rodeo
pushed back at least for a week, possibly longer if Syd doesn't recover
quickly.  So, thankfully my practicing isn't an urgent matter.  I can wait
until you're no longer being locked in your room."
        "I don't want you to concern yourself about this.  You have far too
much to fret about it as is.  Just practice whenever you have a free
moment, and that's all you can do.  As soon as I get out of here, I'll be
right by your side.  You will beat him, Jake.  I promise you."
       "Thanks," I said, feeling enormously reassured somehow.
       After we finished breakfast, Parker asked me, "Do you mind if we try
again to make you invisible?  Since last night, my mind hasn't been able to
let that go to rest, spinning with all of the positive ramifications and
new possibilities me learning how to use my power to cover a second person
would entail."
       "Sure," I said.
       "Unfortunately, my power requires physical contact in order to
work," he said.  "That means I'm going to have to touch you.  If you feel
uncomfortable about any of this, please just let me know, and we can
terminate the experiment."
       "It's fine," I said.  "Experiment away."
       "I'm going to try hugging you again while I'm invisible," he said,
turning invisible again.  "Don't be alarmed when you feel me against you,
Jake."  I wondered if memories of the girlfriend who had freaked out when
his ability first turned on were going through his mind.
       "I won't."
       I felt him walk up against the front of me, his arms moving around
my body and crossing behind my back in a hug.  It felt nice.
       "Nothing's happening.  Do you feel any different?" he asked.
       "Like, more translucent?  I like to think of myself as
metaphorically translucent, but when it comes to literal translucence, no,
I don't feel anything."
       "Let's try and recreate the exact situation we were in last night,"
he said, breaking off of me.
       "We were on the bed," I said, getting on the mattress.  "I was on
top of you."  I got on him again.
       "Like this?" he asked.
       "You were holding me with your arms around my back," I said, and he
fixed them.  "Yes, like that."
       I shut my eyes, feeling comforted and relaxed in this position,
feeling like I could fall asleep.
       "Nothing's happened, Jake," he said.
       "You know what?  Yesterday I had just told you about Lewis, and both
of us were pretty darn emotional.  Maybe that was some sort of trigger."
       "Perhaps," he said.  "Though there's not much chance of recreating
those emotions now.  You know what?  My leg was off yesterday.  Perhaps
that has something to do with it."
       I felt him shuffling around, and then I saw his unattached
prosthetic leg appear on the ground beside the bed.  He got back into
position, hugging me again.  "Still nothing," he said after a while.
       "You weren't wearing the same thing," I said.
       "You're right, I wasn't wearing much of anything at all, actually.
Jake, I have a theory, and I'd like to test it out, but tell me if it
bothers you."
       "What's that?" I asked.
       "I'm curious to see what would happen if I wasn't wearing any
clothes while I tried to turn you invisible.  I've never actually tried
doing that, usually I'm spending extra needless energy making my suit
invisible.  But I'm very attuned to you becoming uncomfortable."
       "I don't care, Parker," I said.  "It's not like I can see you
anyway."
       "No, but you might be able to feel, um, certain parts of me.  I
don't want some of that sort of contact to end up with you losing your
breakfast.  But since you have so many clothes on, I'd doubt you'd ever
even know I was naked."
       "I really don't care about any of that, honestly."
       "Okay, but once again, if you get the least bit uncomfortable,
physically or emotionally, you need to let me know."
       He got off me, and I saw him remove all of his clothes piece by
piece and set them aside.  Well, technically, I saw each piece of clothing
appear when he severed physical contact with them, but I inferred the rest.
       "Alright, one more pass at this," he said.  "I'm going to move in to
hold you again, are you ready?"
       "Yes, ready," I said, not really thinking he needed to warn me or
ask my permission nearly as much as he was, but it was charming how much of
a gentleman he was.
       "Hmm, you know what?  I feel too awful being on my back and making
you lay down on top of me, pressed against my private areas like that, even
with your clothes on.  Could we try having you on your back so I can be the
one to control what touches you, to make sure that doesn't happen?"
       I turned around so I was on my back.
       "And could you spread your legs so I can, you know, place my piece
in between you so it touches nothing but the bed?  Yes, that's perfect."
       I felt his body on top of mine again, his arms wrap around me, but
he was lower than me, so everything from his waist down was between my
legs, pushing into the blankets.  Even though he was naked, I was still
fully clothed, and I really couldn't feel any difference, since I didn't
have my hands on him like I had the night before.
       "Anything?" I asked.
       "No sign of it yet.  Do you mind if we just stay like this for a
while?"
       "No, I could use the rest, actually," I said, still feeling my
annoying hangover headache.
       I had just started to drift off, when he said, "You know, Jake, I
believe last night you had your hands on my back, am I right?"
       "Yes, that's right."
       "Do you mind?"
       "Of course not."
       "Just be careful not to get your hands too far down, or you might
get more than you bargained for."
       I stuck my hands in between his buff arms and his sides, then moved
them to his muscular, warm back, setting them down.  This act got me a bit
hard, but I shut my eyes again and started to doze off.
       I don't know how long I was blissfully out before I heard a forceful
knock on the door, jolting me awake.
       "Cornelius, is that you?" Parker asked.
       "Nope, thank god I'm not that academic little twit," said the
vampire guard on the other side of the door.  "I'm here to drag Jake back
to his sick fiancé."
       I sighed.  "Syd must need lunch."
       "It's early for lunch," Parker said as he got up off of me, still
invisible.
       "Syd never held much stock in following any normal civilized
conventions such as set meal times," I said.  "Sorry we couldn't get me
invisible, Parker."
       "Oh no, we DID get you invisible, several times in fact.  Though I
could never get your whole body to turn."
       "Really?  That's great!  You should have woken me up!"
       "I didn't want to disturb you, you looked so delightfully at ease."
       "It's true that I sleep much better when being held by someone I
care about, and I'm much less prone to the nightmares that have been
affecting me ever since I saw Jericho make his first kill.  Correction: not
his first kill by any stretch of the imagination.  The first time I saw
him."
       "Laying there with you this morning, I realized there's something
special about knowing you have that relaxing, soothing effect on someone,
knowing you make them feel secure.  I've never felt so special before.
Annie never lets me hold her."
       "Whatever boring subject you two are yapping on about in there,"
said the guard from the door, "it can wait for little miss fiancé to
come back, I'm sure."
       "It's nice to know the guards these days aren't losing their knack
for tact," Parker said in a whisper.
       I got off the bed and walked towards the door.  "Be back soon."
       When I walked into Syd's apartment, he was still where I left him in
bed, though I could see he had pulled his covers back over himself.  "Hey,
Jakey," he said with his mucus-filled voice.
       I walked to his bedside, and noticed with dismay that he was
absolutely dripping with hot, germy sweat again.  Any help that bath had
done him had been short lived, as he looked like he was stewing in his own
juices, his hair wet and matted and his skin just scorching.
       "Did you need some lunch?  Are you hungry?"
       "Not hungry, Jakey.  Thirsty."  It sounded like it had become
painful for him to talk.
       "I'll get you more water," I said.
       "I don't need more water.  I need blood."
       I nodded.  "I'll go get some from the kitchen."
       Just as I turned to go, I felt his sweaty hand reach out from the
bedside and grab me around the wrist.  "Not from the kitchen.  It's been a
week, Jakey.  Or did you lose count?  I want what you owe me, and I want it
right this second."
       I groaned.  "Oh, come on, Syd.  You're totally sick.  You can't be
serious."
       "I ain't never been more serious, Jakey.  Get in bed."
       "Look, I'll make you a deal.  The thought of climbing into that sick
bed of yours makes my stomach turn, and we both know you're not going to be
able to enjoy yourself as best as you could while you're sick.  I'm not
saying I won't pay what I owe you, but let's wait for me to pay until
you're head isn't completely drowning in mucus."
       "Nope," he said.  "Never been one to delay gratification, you know
that.  I want you now, and I'm not hearing no more debates."
       "Fine., I'll do it.  But do you hear that sound?"
       "What sound?"
       "That's the sound of all the pity I had for you being sick melting
into annoyance."
       "Just shut yer mouth and come to bed."  He pulled me by the wrist
into his bed, and tossed aside the covers.  "I want ya to take those
clothes off."
       I slowly started to remove my shirt and fold it up neatly.
       "No, not as slow as Mr. Fuckin' Rogers, Jakey.  I want you to rip
them off like any passionate lover would do, and I want you to throw them
on the ground."
       "You're totally asking me to do this because you know I hate it."
       "Well, too bad, I get to tell ya what to do when we're having sex,
`member?"
       "Ugh, fine."  I ripped off my pants, underwear, sock, and shoes, and
tossed them on the ground.
       "That's what I like to see."  As he lay on his back in his sweaty
bed, he put his hands on his forehead and flexed his muscles.  "Now, I want
ya to worship my hot body, just like ya used to love to before, well..."
       "Before you killed my acquaintance and kidnapped me?  That's what
pretty much sealed the fate on our romance, right there."
       "Yeah, back before that."
       "But I can't ever go back to how it was back then, Syd, because
there was never a real person for me to adore.  I was infatuated with an
invention, and those feelings will never, ever come back."
       "Well, you better fuckin' pretend then, Jakey.  `Cause I want you to
lick my whole body."
       "But Syd, you're all disgustingly sweaty.  Can't I at least wash you
down first?"
       "Nope.  You gotta love me the way I am.  I better feel your tongue
on me in five seconds, Jakey!"
       "Alright, alright."
       I thanked my luck that I couldn't actually get sick as I lowered my
face and started to lick his sweaty abs.  Goodness, did his skin taste hot,
wet, and salty.  When I had finished licking his entire stomach, I moved
up, started to lick the hair on his pecs.
       I cringed as a sharp flavor entered my mouth.  "Syd, what is that
flavor on your chest?"
       "It's called pure masculinity, Jakey.  You like?"
       "Not your sweat, Syd.  Another awful, awful flavor."
       He seemed confused.  "Oh, that.  I put some Vaporub on my a bit
ago."
       I spat out the disgusting menthol flavor.  "Gross, Syd.  You're
going to make me puke on you if you keep on making me lick that up."
       "Fine, it's just on my chest.  You can skip that part and move to my
manly arms."
       I started to lick up his left tricep, which already tasted much
better than his chest.  After licking both arms thoroughly, Syd said,
"Better get my legs.  Start with my feet."
       "Gross, Syd.  I'm only licking the top of your feet."
       "Fine."
       I started to lick the top of his huge, sweaty feet, which tasted
worse than his arms had.  And then I licked up his damp calves, his knees,
and wet thighs.
       "I wanna feel ya licking my pubes," he said.
       "Syd, they're sopping wet!"
       "Yup, I don't give a shit.  Somewhere, I know ya like it like that."
       I leaned down and started to just slightly press my tongue against
his sandy blonde pubes, amazed how sweaty they tasted.
       "Ya gotta do better than that, Jakey!"
       I rolled my eyes, and then opened my mouth and tasted his bush,
getting his sweat all over my face.
       "And you'd better suck my dick too!"
       After sucking his pubic hair, his dick couldn't possibly be as
offensive.
       "You can start with the balls!"
       I moved his semi-hard dick out of the way with my hands and
concentrated on his sweaty balls, licking away at the things.
       "Now time for the main course, Jakey!"
       I started to lick his glistening dick head, tasting the wet salt.
After I got brave enough, I put the head in my mouth.  That's when he
really started to get hard, and he moved his hands to the back of my head
and forced me down until I had about two thirds of his stalk in my mouth.
       I blew him for a few minutes, with him moaning and groaning, before
he said, "Come up here and give me a kiss, Jakey."
       I pulled off his dick.  "Aw, Syd, really?"
       "Yes!"
       And so I climbed up over Syd's body until I was lying on top of him.
I kissed his lips, which was bad enough, but he moved his hands behind my
head and forced his snot-covered tongue into my mouth, which almost made me
retch.
       Only when we were kissing did I feel his fangs finally pop out.  He
started to thrust his hard dick against the front of my body.
       That seemed to energize him: he grabbed me in his arms and flipped
both of us roughly upside down, putting him on top for the first time, with
me on my back, without him ever breaking the kiss.  With my head against
his headboard, he used his arms to grab my legs and wrap them around his
waist, exposing my butt to him.
       I felt his hard, sweaty dick start to screw my crack, and that
excited him so much, he started to bite my lips a little too hard for
comfort.  Every thrust stroke sent my head slamming into the headboard,
which he didn't care about at all.
       "Oh lordy," he said, stopping suddenly and then lying on his back.
"Just got all dizzy.  Jakey, I'm gonna need ya to get me off with me just
on my back.  And the first thing I'm gonna do is eat out yer hot fuckin'
hole."
       He pulled me up until I was sitting on his face, and I felt his lips
on my hole and my tongue inside it.  After a while, he coughed, and I felt
a bit of hot phlegm hit my butthole, and that's when I got him to stop.
       He pulled me down until I was lying directly on top of him, both of
us face-up this time, and I felt him embrace me from behind.  Once more, he
started to screw my buttcrack vehemently.
       After a few minutes of his dick sliding up and down past my hole, I
felt his fangs break the skin of the left side of my throat, and I shut my
eyes and that huge euphoria hit me, starting to get me hard for the first
time in this session.
       "Mmmmmm," I heard him groan as he swallowed down my blood with mad
passion.
       I don't know if it was accidental or planned, but I felt his dick
suddenly go into my butthole.  Just barely, just the tip of the head inside
me, but it was there.  At that moment, Syd went absolutely wild beneath me,
and I felt his huge load start to gush inside me.  It went a couple inches
up into me, and then started to ooze back out, thankfully, as Syd's dick
continued to spew more and more cum all over my butt and back.
       Syd let up on the sucking and closed my wounds with his tongue.
"Fuck, I never admit this `cause yer such a plain vanilla lover with too
much attitude, but I gotta say, sex with you is the hottest sex I ever
had."
       And after he said that, he fell unconscious, and I had to extricate
myself from his arms and his bed, glad he didn't notice that I certainly
never orgasmed during that session.
       With Syd passed out, I felt so contaminated I knew I had to jump
straight into his bath and scrub the daylights out of my skin with soap.
       I got dressed and walked down to the mess hall, got three orders of
lunch to go, and then I went back to Syd's room and left his portion on his
nightstand, not wanting to leave him any excuse to summon me back to his
room later.
       When I got to the hall leading to Parker's apartment, Cornelius
crossed my path, carrying a bunch of old books and looking about as pleased
as Cornelius was capable of.  "Good day, Mr. Groves," he said as he passed.
       When I went into Parker's room, he was both dressed again and
visible, and he had a much less restrained look of satisfaction on his
face.  "Smells good, is that our lunch?"
       "Sure is," I said, spreading it out on the table and sitting down.
       "I feel absolutely spoiled," he said, sitting down in his old way of
leaving me all the room.
       "Parker, I thought we agreed that we would sit here without worrying
about invading each other's space."
       "I wasn't sure if that agreement still applied."
       "It was just this morning!"
       "Still, I'd never want to presumptuously assume you'd be okay with
expired intimacy boundaries."
       "Well, I am."  I pulled our knees together again.  "Unless you find
touching my legs, unappealing?"
       "Honestly?  I absolutely love the simple pleasure of having your
knees interlocked with mine.  I hope I'm not embarrassing you."
       "Not at all, I like the touch too."
       As we started to eat, he said, "Cornelius and I just finished, Jake.
We were able to unearth a highly fortuitous legal loophole, and Cornelius
is going to announce it this evening in the Cabinet meeting."
       "Oh, very nice!" I said.  "So sorry I couldn't be here to help you
two."
       "You were missed, but the research went quicker than we anticipated.
What I didn't tell Cornelius is that I'm going to attend their meeting to
see the look on Jericho's face when he hears the news.  I'll be invisible,
of course.  I'd love for you to join me, if we can figure out how to get
you functionally invisible by that time."
       "I love a challenge," I said.  "Oh, I should have picked you up some
blood, shouldn't I have?"
       "Thanks for your thoughtfulness, but I already had the guards
deliver today's share while you were gone," he said, and I mentally checked
that off my list.
       After lunch, Parker asked if we could continue where we ended up
that morning in terms of him finding a way to turn me invisible, and I
gladly agreed.  I quickly lay on my back on the bed, while he turned
invisible, stripped all his clothes off, and then got back into his
position on top of me, holding onto me sweetly.  Of course, this only
happened after he protected at several points and I still insisted that his
touch was not offensive to me.
       I closed my eyes again, enjoying the feeling of his warm, sculpted
back in my hands, relaxing myself.
       "You know, it's the darnedest thing," Parker said after a while.  "I
just keep turning your clothes invisible, but not you."
       "My clothes were see-through?" I asked.
       I opened my eyes, and just as he said, I saw my clothes seemingly
flashing in and out of existence, leaving my naked body visible for short
times.  It was a surreal experience, especially since I never stopped
feeling my clothes against my skin.
       "Yes, but I didn't look at anything a gentleman wouldn't have looked
at, I promise.  Because to me, the clothes never turned invisible.  I just
sort of knew my ability was working on them, it's an instinct I've picked
up over the years."
       I laughed.  "Parker, I really don't care if you did see me naked.  I
saw you nearly naked when I had to remove that bullet from you, and it's
really no big deal."
       He laughed.  "Oh, it's not, is it?  I don't exactly rock your world
in that department?"
       I shook my head.  "No, no, no, that's not what I meant at all.  Yes,
you look really very handsome nearly naked, but no, I don't have any issues
with nudity."
       "I was only teasing, Jake.  If I cared so much when someone didn't
find me attractive in the all together, I'd be on suicide watch by now."  I
could only assume he was referring to his missing leg, not his genitals,
which seemed to be equally as impressive as his brother and father, even
though I had never seen them personally.  "And I am still kicking myself
for ever asking you to pull that bullet out.  I had been trying so hard to
keep as much of my body covered so I wouldn't have to add to the trauma of
the situation with you seeing me naked."
       "I didn't actually see your equipment, Parker.  Just your naked
butt, actually, which meant you succeeded wonderfully in your goal.  And
I'm glad that I was able to help you.  Anyway, it sounds to me like your
ability only works effectively on something external to your body through
direct physical contact with your skin.  That's why you're able to make
your clothes disappear so well, because they touch so much of your skin."
       "Indeed," he said.
       "Well, then it's good that you've stripped down, but I should really
do the same," I said.
       "Are, are you sure you're comfortable with that?" he asked.
       "Positive."
       "But you do understand that I'll be able to see your, um, nudity,
while you won't be able to see mine because of my ability."
       "That's fine," I said, laughing to myself how he needed to interject
the word `nudity' into his sentence as a euphemism for whatever naughty
body parts he couldn't bear to mention.  "Let me just strip down."
       "I promise, it will be just like when you had to strip at the rodeo.
I'm not going to look at any inappropriate areas of you.  Do you think you
can somehow find a way to trust me with that?"
       "Yes, I trust you.  And if you see something, no big deal."
       I got off the bed and I went into his closet.  I took off all my
clothes and folded them neatly before reappearing in the bedroom.
"Alright, I'm ready," I said, looking around, not really sure where he was.
       "Are you sure you're okay with this?  I don't want you to feel like
I'm taking advantage of you."
       "I'm totally fine.  Do you want me to get back on the bed?"
       "No," he said, and I realized he was standing right next to me.  "We
can't be sneaking through the mansion lying down.  We need to find a way to
make you invisible without destroying your mobility.  And this will keep
any of my parts of flopping onto you accidentally.  Don't worry, I'm not
looking at any special part of you.  Now, don't be alarmed, I'm about to
touch you."
       "I won't be."
       I felt his warm skin against my back.  I realized he was pressing
his back against my back.  He reached behind and hooked elbows with me, the
back of his head pressing against mine.
       "Parker, I'm noticing that you must be trying very hard and standing
very awkwardly in order to not even graze my butt with your own."
       "You may be correct.  I consider that area of your body to be one of
the most intimate, special areas, demanding respect.  I wouldn't dare to
touch you there if you were clothed, let alone with you naked."
       I leaned back my hips until I forced his muscled butt to make
contact with my behind.
       "Ack!"  He pulled off me completely.  "I'm so sorry for molesting
you like that, I don't know how I did that, but it was purely accidental."
       "Parker, that was me!  Because I'm fine with you touching my butt.
It's going to have to happen in the course of this little science
experiment we have going, so I'm going to say, if you don't relax and just
touch me there, I'm going to force myself on you."
       "Alright, alright, I relent, Jake."
       When he finally did move his butt back so it rested on mine, he did
so extremely slowly, as if giving me any chance to change my mind, and even
groaned in embarrassment.
       "Do you think we could get around like this?" he asked.
       "Perhaps, though I'm not sure who is supposed to lead."
       "We could try it both ways."
       "No, this isn't even working," I said, looking down at my body.
"I'm not turning invisible.  There's not enough skin to skin contact in
this position."
       I turned around, fumbled for Parker's naked body, and when I found
it, wrapped my arms around his front and pressed my chest against his bare,
muscled back.  My arms looked so weird in front of me, just floating in the
empty air.
       Almost immediately, I could see my arms disappear from my sight, and
the rest of my body as well.  It was so, remarkably eerie.  "It's working
now!" I said.
       "Yes!  And this is a much more functional position in terms of
mobility; I should be leading us, because I'll be the only one of the two
of us who can see everything."
       "Oh, wait, no.  Don't get excited prematurely.  I keep fading in and
out.  I still don't think this is enough contact."
       He sighed.  "I believe it's more effective if my arms are around
you, for whatever reason."
       "Well then, you should be facing me," I said, pulling away from him.
       "Are you sure?" he asked me.  "That seems awfully intrusive upon
you."
       "Parker, I can't even see you."
       "But I can see you.  Though I am consistently keeping my gaze
straight ahead, never down."
       "I don't mind, really."  I lifted both my arms out straight to the
sides.  "Hug away."
       "If you insist, but feel free to stop me at any time."
       I felt his bare chest press against mine, his chest hair scratching
against me.  His rock solid abs pushed against my stomach, and I felt his
warm, wonderful arms encircle my body, holding me tightly in their muscled
embrace.  He nuzzled the left side of his face against my right, creating
more skin to skin contact.
       Incredibly, my body went invisible again, until I felt like I was
just a floating pair of eyes.  "Okay, this is working a lot better," I
said.
       Even when I blinked, my vision didn't cut out, due to my newly
invisible eyelids.  It was a bit disorienting, and I wasn't sure if I'd be
able to walk.  I looked down to the ground, and then frowned.  "I can still
see my legs," I said unhappily.
       "Oh, shoot," he said.
       "Parker, I'm not feeling any physical contact from the waist down,
and I think that's causing the problem."  I kicked my feet out, and then
realized he was standing over a foot away from me.  "You're not really
standing against me right now; you're just leaning into me.  That won't
work."
       "I'd love to stand against you, Jake, but I have to warn you, that's
going to create some skin touching side effects that you'll probably find
inappropriate.  I don't want to take advantage of you."
       "You can't take advantage of me when I tell you I'm fine with it,
Parker."
       "You're fine even with my bare penis touching you, Jake?  Because
that's what's bound to happen, unfortunately."
       "I don't mind."
       "Alright, here it comes, then.  Just tell me if this is too much,
and we can end the experiment."
       I felt Parker's body finally push against mine completely as he
stepped right against me.  I could feel his scratchy pubes against my
stomach and his soft but amazingly hefty dick against my thigh.  I wanted
to so much to focus on his gloriously large penis, but I knew that would
only get me hard, so I tried not to think about it.
       "Oh God, I can't believe me bare penis is actually touching your
bare skin.  This is one of the least gentlemanly things I've ever done,
especially to someone as deserving of respect as you are.  I can't imagine
how disgusted you are by me."
       "You don't disgust me, Parker.  Just relax."
       "At least tell me that this embarrassment is gaining us scientific
progress."
       I looked down, still frowning.  "I can still see my disembodied feet
down there.  I think you should try to get more leg contact or something."
       "It's a little difficult with me being taller than you," he said.
       "Try bending your legs a bit," I suggested.
       "Err, alright."
       He bent his legs at the knees, his body sliding down my own a couple
inches, until his legs were more at my level.  He pressed his good leg
against mine, and put as much of the upper thigh of his bad leg against me
too.
       But this adjustment had the inadvertent effect of moving his dick
from being pinned against my thigh to being pressed right against my penis.
       "Sorry, I absolutely did not mean to degrade another one of your
special places by putting my penis against it, it was totally accidental!"
I could feel him start to pull completely away from me, ruining all
progress we had made.
       I grabbed him and held him to me.  "No, Parker, it's okay.  This is
just part of the experiment, and both of us are going to have to accept it.
I don't want to hear another word about our penises making contact."
       "Oh, alright."
        I loved the sensation of feeling his sizable phallus against my
skin and thought I felt a sexual flick of his dick responding
appreciatively, but I couldn't have been sure, and it was just a brief
moment.
        "It's working, my feet disappeared!" I said happily.
       "Yes!  I wasn't sure we'd get your whole body invisible with my
false leg on, but it looks like this ability has more wattage than I
previously anticipated."
       "Now we just have to figure out how to get around."
       "Let's try walking around the room like this."
       We both tied to walk forwards, pushing into one another, but not
getting anywhere.  Parker actually bumped my head with his own.
       "Oh, sorry," Parker said.  "I hope I didn't hurt you, you poor
thing."
       "I'm fine," I said.  "Parker, you probably should be walking
forwards and me backwards, since you're the only one who can see us."
       "Yes, let's try it."
       I concentrated on walking backwards, and we both got a couple steps,
until I accidentally stepped on Parker's good foot.  "Jeez, I'm so sorry,
Parker."
       "It's totally okay."
       "No, it's not," I said.  "This position isn't working.  There's just
no way for us to easily get around if we're pressed up against each other
like this."
       "Yes, there is," he said.  "We're just not approaching this right."
       "What do you mean?"
       "Just a sec."
       I felt him pull away from me, and then I heard him open his armoire
cabinet, and looked to see he had pulled out an ancient-looking gramophone.
He started it up, and warbling classical music started to play.
       "Mozart?" I asked.  "Are you trying to stop me from stepping on you
by raising my IQ?"
       "No," he said, again right in front of me.  "I just taught you how
to dance, Jake.  I think this is the perfect opportunity to take what
you've learned and put it to good use.  Now, if you don't mind, I'm going
to lean in and touch you again."
       I laughed.  "I don't mind."
       I felt his left hand clasp my right one, which seemed a very
romantic gesture, until he started lifting our hands up to the side, and I
remembered that it was all part of the dance.  I felt him grab my other
hand with his right hand, and move it gently so it was resting around his
neck.  Then he moved his right arm down my body until it was caressing my
lower back.  There was something so much more special about this dance
position now that both of us were completely naked.
       "This first movement is a bit jaunty, so why don't we practice our
two step?" he asked me.  "I'll lead."
       "Sure."
       He started moving, and I stepped on him right off the bat.
       "Sorry," I said.
       But he kept on moving, and I looked down to try to keep track of
what his feet were doing, only to remember that I could see nothing but the
floor underneath us.  I felt a little dizzy at that thought, and then I got
disoriented, and ended up stepping on his foot again.  "Sorry, number two."
       "Jake, I can't even imagine how awkward it must feel to dance with
someone you can't see."
       I laughed.  "If you think that's a doozey, you should try not being
able to see yourself either.  If Syd were in my place, he might die of the
pure horror at not being able to see his own body."
       Parker laughed.  "Why don't you try closing your eyes?"
       "I won't be able to see where I'm going."
       "It's alright," he said.  "I'll be here to lead."
       I did as he said and shut my eyes.
       "There you go," his sweet, sexy voice whispered into my ear.  "Just
let yourself go.  Let yourself go into my body, and let yourself go into
the dance."
       The last time I had danced with him, I spent a lot of time looking
down and memorizing the steps.  I summoned up those memories the best I
could, and concentrated on keeping up with his simple moves.
       "Yes, it's working already," he said.  "I'm so proud of you."
       "Just don't try any fancy moves," I said.  "Let me practice just
this."
       We went through those basics for a good half hour, only pausing
occasionally to switch the music.  When he was happily assured that I was
dancing as well as I had been the first night, even with my eyes shut, he
rained down enthusiastic recognition.
       "You're very sweet, Parker," I said.  "But I know this position
isn't putting us in enough contact for us to be invisible."
       "No, but if we mastered the slow dance, that would do the trick."
He pulled away from me and walked back over to the gramophone.  "I need to
put on something slower," he said.  "You just keep those eyes shut.  Do you
have a favorite slow song I could play?"
       "Mmm.  It's embarrassing, but it would have to be Can't Help Falling
In Love.  I guess that's what I get for being Southern."
       "I don't know that one," Parker said.  "That's not Bach, is it?"
       "No, of course not.  Elvis."
       "Is that a Romantic composer?"
       "Really?  You never heard of Elvis?  The king of Rock and roll?
       "Oh, right, I think I've heard of him, but haven't had much
exposure.  Sorry, I spent most of the fifties locked in Jericho's espionage
hell."
       "This song actually came out in the sixties."
       "Oh, well that decade too."
       "At least that meant you didn't have to smell all those hippies."
       "True.  I meant, do you have any requests for some classical piece?"
       "Oh, no, surprise me."
       He put on a slow, orchestral ballad.
       "That's very pretty," I said, feeling instantly ten times more
romantic.
       I felt him wrap his right arm around my waist again, the hairs of
his forearm tickling my tail bone.  I put my left arm again around his bare
upper back and muscular shoulders.  He grabbed my right hand in his left
hand, and then pulled me tight against his body, which felt fantastic.
       Somehow, doing all of this with my eyes shut made me focus on the
wonderful feast this was for my sense of touch.  I could feel his hard
chest muscles press against my chest, the chest hairs tickling my nipples.
Then I almost gasped as his right nipple was pressed directly against my
left, making my nipple go firm with excitement.
       I felt his hardly packed abs digging into my stomach, his furry
belly button rubbing over my own.  He put our clasped hands straight out,
locking my forearm against his forearm and my upper arm against his huge
bis.  He nuzzled the right side of his face against the left side of mine,
and I leaned my head to my left, letting him support me.
       "Yes, that's it," Parker whispered softly, sensuously, right into my
ear.  "Just let yourself go, our bodies melting together into one dancer."
       He bent his legs a bit, moving his good leg between my legs, and I
sort of leaned into it, straddling his knee, while his soft cock pressed
into my thigh.
       "Do you have the position down?" he asked me.
       "Yes."
       "Then let's add in the movement.  Wherever I go, just concentrate on
moving to the sweet music, and keeping your body against mine."
       "I'm ready," I said softly, feeling a romantic peace swell inside
me.
       He started to move me around in his dance, and I concentrated on
keeping myself totally glued to him at all times.  He started out very,
very slowly, but we practiced that slow dance over and over again, with me
getting more and more adept.
       Eventually, we got to the point where our movements were absolutely
coordinated.  When he lifted a foot, so did I.  Every step he made was
mirrored by me.  I didn't need to see his body anymore, I could feel it.
       The disc ended for the umpteenth time in the couple hours we'd been
dancing.  I waited for him to pull away from me again and reset it, but
this time, he stayed in my arms.
       "Aren't you going to turn the music on again?"
       "Not if you're ready," he said.  "It's time for the Cabinet meeting,
Jake.  What do you say we take this dance outside?"
       "I'm ready," I said.  "There's only a couple doors between here at
the Great Room, and there's no need for us to go downstairs.  I've found
you can eavesdrop easily on the proceedings from the third story balcony."
       "Excellent," he said.  "Now, I don't think you should ever try to
open your eyes, Jake.  It will just disorient you again.  You've
conditioned yourself how to follow my lead and stick to my body with your
eyes shut, and I don't think anything should change about that behavior
this late in the game.  I'll pat you on the cheek when it's safe to open
them again."
       Even with my eyes shut, my sense of direction was still very strong.
I felt Parker lead us to the bedroom door.  I felt him lower our
outstretched, clasped set of hands towards the doorknob, and open it
slowly.  I felt him pull my body extra tightly against him with the hand on
my lower back in order for us to squeeze through the door, and then I felt
him shutting the door again with his foot.  He turned us to the left,
towards the hallway that would lead us to the Great Room.
       We walked a good ways through that hallway, when he pulled us to a
quick stop suddenly as some door opened unexpectedly right in front of us,
and a person's footsteps were fast approaching.  Would there even be enough
room in this narrow hallway to allow someone to pass?  I remembered what
Parker had told me before, about people not making room for you like they
normally would if they saw you, and I became worried.
       I heard Parker whisper, "Sorry," directly into my left ear, where
his face still pressed against mine.
       I wasn't sure why he was apologizing, until he pushed my back
against the wall, forcing his body so far into mine it was just short of
being uncomfortable.  I felt his soft, pendulous cock pressing against my
own, crushing it practically.
       In the process, he knocked the wind out of me as my back hit the
wall, which and I tried very hard not to make a sound.
       I heard the person walk past us behind him, and almost immediately,
he pulled back away from the wall, letting me breathe again.  I heard that
person exit through another door, clearly leaving us alone in that hallway
again.  I felt Parker's hand break away from my right hand and move to my
cheek, and I opened my eyes.
       I was standing against the wall of the empty hallway, though I
couldn't see myself standing there until Parker suddenly turned both of us
visible.  He was standing right in front of me, his face looking as
anguished as if he'd just seen his favorite puppy die.
       "Aww, my sweet, sweet Jake," he said.  "I am so, so sorry.  I never
meant to hurt you." His loving, worried hands started running all over my
upper body.  "Please tell me where I hurt you."
       "Parker, I'm fine."
       "You can't be fine.  You're all out of breath."
       "You kind of knocked the wind out of me," I said.
       He moved an anxious hand to my stomach.  "Oh, lord," he said,
kneeling down to look.  "There's an awful mark here.  I didn't bruise a
rib, did I?"
       "No, I'm fine.  It's just a harmless little mark or something,
nothing on my ribs."
       "Well, I hope it heals quickly," he leaned forward and kissed the
mark tenderly on my stomach, which was very sweet, before standing up
straight again, looking at my head.  He put his hand behind my head and
rubbed gently.  "I heard your head bump when I slammed you against the wall
like that," he said.  "Does it hurt?"
       "Not really."
       "I don't believe you," he said, twisting me around so he could have
a look.  "It doesn't feel like it's bleeding, but there's definitely a
bump.  I'm so sorry about that."  I felt him kiss me softly there too, and
I turned around again to face him.
       "It's fine."
       "Well, I think we should go back," Parker said.  "It was clearly a
mistake on my part to put you through this.  You know, I was raised a
vampire, and the only ones I roughhoused with were other vampire boys.  I
never really learned how to tell when my actions were hurtful or harmful to
non-fanged folk."  He caressed my cheek again, sweetly.  "It's the worst
feeling imaginable to know I've caused you pain, when all I ever wanted to
give you was affection and sincerity."  I saw tears start to mist his
beautiful green eyes.
       "Parker, your concern is very, very touching," I said.  "But in this
case, your inability to understand how much damage and pain you've dealt me
has led you to be unnecessarily protective of me.  I'm really just fine.
Not only am I fine, I would have been upset with you if you hadn't pushed
me against the wall like that in order to keep us from being discovered.
And now that you know I'm not as fragile as you think, I absolutely think
we should go on."
       He shook his head.  "I know you're enamored by my ability right now,
Jake.  So am I.  But to glorify this ability is a dangerous mistake, as I
know firsthand.  Don't forget that I lost a leg to this little talent of
mine.  If you had been there with me then, you would have surely been
killed."  His voice cracked as he said the following, "If anything ever
happened to you, Jake, I don't think you understand how devastated I'd be.
But if my hand in any way was responsible for your tragic demise, I'd kill
myself out of guilt."
       He was so emotional with his assertions, he was starting to get me
choked up, and just knowing how intense his feelings were for me was very
profound.  But I still held out.  "Parker, you were outside on the street
and you were hit by a truck.  We aren't abusing your ability by going
places that are a danger to us.  We're safe in the house.  The worst thing
that could happen here is someone walking into us, which would only hurt in
the sense that our discovery could potentially get us into trouble, not in
any physical sense."
       "Are you sure, Jake?  I'll be so upset if I regret doing this with
you."
       "I'm positive," I said.
       I looked down at his body in front of me, and I realized that was
the first time that day that he had been standing naked in front of me
while visible.  I started to take in all of his physical beauty, though he
was standing so close to me, the farthest down I could see was his blonde
pubes.  His naked upper body, which I hadn't seen much of, was completely
magnificent.
       All of my admiring of him physically was threatening to start make
me get hard, so I clamped my eyes shut to avoid it.  "We're being reckless
like this, Parker," I said.  "We need to get invisible again and be on our
way."
       He groaned.  "Oh, alright.  Just promise me you'll be extra safe."
       "I promise."
       I felt him move into me and take up that close dancing position, our
bodies pressed against each other, and I knew he had turned us invisible
again.
       Even if my sense of direction hadn't known when we entered the Great
Room, the loud noise of the already in progress Cabinet meeting would have
cued me.  As soon as Parker stopped us, I opened my eyes.  We were standing
over the third story balcony, looking down onto Jericho's raised throne and
the Cabinet table on the fist floor.  Everyone was seated save for
Cornelius, who was standing up from his position at the head of the table.
       "Just spit it out, Cornelius," Jericho was saying, the typical venom
in his voice.
       "Because the child, in this case, is the son of a Blood Patriarch,
that technically makes him a very important dignitary," Cornelius said,
clearly already in the middle of his announcement about Lewis.  "There's a
certain level of legal obligations."
       "Are you saying we can't hold him?" Jericho asked, furious.
       Cornelius shook his head.  "There's no specific language in the
legal edicts that would seem to bar us from holding him captive, no," he
said.  "But we are obligated not to hurt him, to see to it that his
accommodations are fit for royalty, and to provide him top caliber
child-rearing.  Additionally, we are to provide exceptional schooling until
he's eighteen years of age."
       Jericho looked enflamed, and Parker happily squeezed my lower back
with his hand.
       "I assume these living conditions would cease the second I entered
into open war with the Valmors?"
       Cornelius' face looked like a magician who had just been forced to
reveal the method behind his favorite trick.  "Yes, that's correct,
Mr. Governor," he said.  "But until that point, I must insist that we move
him back to the quarters he had been assigned previous to this, giving him
everything a child of his age could need.  I volunteer to personally be
responsible for all of his requirements."
       "Now wait a second," Jericho said.  "I'll give him his royal
apartment, I'll give it to him so much, he's gonna be sick of it.  Because
he'll have guards posted outside his room twenty-four hours a day, making
sure he stays in, and everyone else stays out.  The guards will bring him
any object he requires, but will only allow the maid-staff, you, Cornelius,
and one nanny of your choice, someone he doesn't already know, to enter.
No one else will ever be allowed to see him, is that clear?"
       Jericho nodded to some of the guards, and they hurried off,
presumably to move Lewis out of the jail and into his bedroom again.
       "Yes, Mr. Governor," Cornelius said.
       I patted Parker's back excitedly, then looked down and almost jumped
as I saw my disembodied bare feet on the ground.  Worried someone would
come up the stairs, I pushed invisible Parker towards the hall door.  He
got the idea I wanted to leave, and led us through the door.
       As soon as he had shut the door behind us, I looked around to make
sure the hallway was empty before I said, "My feet are showing!"
       "Are you sure?" he asked me.
       "Positive!"  The fact that Parker didn't seem fully able to know if
the feet were or were not invisible troubled me.  "Parker, oh my goodness.
They've been visible this whole time, don't you see?  As clever as the
dancing approach was, it's not enough contact on our legs to make mine
disappear entirely."  And I would have figured that out sooner if I hadn't
been keeping my eyes shut this entire time.
       "What about the fellow who walked past us in the hall?"
       "He must not have looked down or something."
       "Well, let's get back to the room quickly before anyone else crosses
our path," Parker said, leading me down the hall towards his apartment.
       We had gone through one door and into the hall that was closest to
his apartment door when someone else's door swung open in front of us.  I
knew the person coming out would see my feet for sure unless I acted fast.
Instinctually, I pulled away from Parker, turning visible as I severed
contact with his body.
       "Jake!" he said, concern in his voice.
       "Name's not Jake, its Rita," said the white, elderly woman who had
just come out of the open door.  She was short, plump, and must have been
in her nineties.  She quickly looked me up and down.  "But, oh, honey, if
you want to call me Jake, I don't mind, as long as it will get you into bed
with me."  She gave me a big smile, not even blushing at her lewd comment.
       I followed her eyes down to my crotch, and realized that I was
standing there naked in front of her.  I covered my dick with my hands, and
stammered, "Sorry, ma'am!"
       "Oh, there's nothing to be sorry about, you studly man!  You just
made my night.  Scratch that, you just made my week.  I still get some, but
I don't get the kind of action I used to, not by any stretch of the
imagination."
       I walked towards her, covering myself, with my hands, and scooted
past her in the hall.  As soon as I was running down the hall away from
her, I heard her shout, "You look even cuter from behind!"
       I got to Parker's room, and opened the door, running in myself, then
leaving it open for Parker.  I heard him shut the door behind him.
       "Jake, I'm so horribly sorry you had to suffer that embarrassment
just now," he said..  "I would have been mortified if I had been in your
shoes, and it was totally my fault you got into that position."
       "Yeah, it was really embarrassing, but I know one day I'll be able
to look back and laugh at it."
       He turned visible again, his body right in front of mine, so again,
I couldn't see anything on his lower half.  He smiled, putting his right
hand on my cheek.  "Hopefully there will be a lot of things we will be able
to look back and laugh at in our future."  He looked down at himself, and
turned red.  "Sorry, sometimes I forget when I'm invisible or not."  He
turned invisible, and I heard him walk into the closet and start to put his
suit back on.  "Well, that could have gone better.  I know Jericho was
thinking of you, me, and Annie being there for Lewis when he ordered that
no one could see him."
       "Exactly," I said.  "But what else can we do?"
       "Nothing anymore.  We've played every card.  Now we just have to
hope that the Valmor Blood will negotiate his release.  It's dinner time,
Jake, and I'm hungry, aren't you?"
       "Yes, actually," I said, starting to put my own clothes on.
       "I won't presume that you want to spend your dinner with me in
here," he said.  "I'm sure you have better things to do.  Should I ask one
of the guards to get my dinner for me?"
       "No, I'll get it.  I'd prefer to eat here with you again."
       He came out of his closet fully clothed, smiling his warm smile at
me that always made me melt.  "I know I'm locked in my room and I don't
exactly have a huge host of dinner guest options.  But honestly, if I had
the whole world to choose from, I couldn't think of any other person I'd
rather spend dinner with that you."
       "That's very sweet," I said.  "But I'm only agreeing to be your
dinner guest on one condition."
       "Yes?"
       "After dinner, we keep working on the whole invisibility thing," I
said.
       His smile faded.  "Jake, I thought that bird had flown.  Last time
we did it, it netted you bruises, a bump on your head, and needless
chagrin."
       "We need to be better practiced, that's all," I said.  "We won't
leave the room again unless we know we'll be safe."
       "I don't like this at all, Jake.  But if this is the price I have to
pay for your pleasant company this evening, then it's undoubtedly worth
it."
       I smiled, tickled at what a considerate guy Parker was.  "I just
need to get Syd dinner first, and then I'll come over."
       The mess hall was super crowded with all the huge dinner crowds, so
it took the kitchen a good hour to get my three dinner orders ready.  And I
was sure it didn't make the kitchen staff move any faster when they saw my
name on my order, since they pretty much hated me.
       By the time I had gotten to Syd's room, he was completely asleep.  I
saw that he had eaten his lunch, so I cleaned up the lunch things and got
him plenty more water.
       I rustled Syd until he woke up.
       "Mmm, don't wake me," he said.  "I was just in the middle of fucking
a hot brunette in my dreams."
       "Feel any better?" I asked.
       "Not one bit."
       "That's too bad.  I'm leaving your dinner right here," I said,
pointing to the food on his nightstand.
       "Yup."
       "Hey, do you still have any of that duct tape that you used to tape
my mouth shut before?"
       "It's in my newly disgustingly organized closet."
       "Can I borrow it?"
       "Only if you promise you'll use it for something thoroughly kinky,
instead of the boring uses I'd expect of you, like catching flies or
building yourself a pocket protector.  That roll of tape has some seriously
sexual reputation to live up to, after being in my service for so long."
       "You know what?  I think if you knew what I'm planning for the tape,
you'd be proud."
       He smiled.  "Jake, everyday you're growin' to be more like me, and
it just makes me want to cry tears of joy."
       "Hmmph.  Just go back to sleep.  Your brunette is waiting for you."
       "Right, almost forgot about her.  I'm coming back, sweetheart, and
don't worry, I'm bringing my big ol' dick with me."  He rolled over in his
bed and fell back asleep.
       I went into the closet and found Syd's duct tape in short order,
which never would have happened before he cleaned up the closet.  I heard
that Pacman theme, and noticed Syd's phone was going off on his nightstand,
but he was sleeping through it.  I wasn't about to answer his phone for
him, so I thought I'd just turn off the volume so it wouldn't bother him,
but when I picked up the phone, I saw "Della Logan Calling," on the screen.
       "Hello, Della?  It's Jake."
       "Jake, hi there, hope you're doing well.  Tell me, how is Syd
holding up?"
       "He's really sick, Della."
       "Hmm.  Has he turned the corner of the virus, does it seem?"
       "No, not yet," I said.
       "Alright then, I'm coming up tomorrow," she said.  "I've already
ringed Cornelius about this, so he's getting my room ready next to Parker's
lab.  I'll be arriving by stagecoach in the evening; already got the nurses
set to cover me at my clinic for a few days here."
       "Do you think it's serious, Della?" I asked, wondering if I should
let her know that he wasn't as sick yet as he had been the last time he had
a cold in Tahoe.
       "It's probably just a cold, Jake," she said.  "And a cold's not
gonna kill him, though he might tell ya different.  But, well, he and
Parker are like my own sons, and I couldn't live with myself if one of them
died of the flu without me doing everything I knew to fight it."
       "I think Syd got his flu shot," I offered.
       "Jake, I mandate flu shots for the entire Logan Blood society,
vampires or no, just `cause I don't want any flu being spread here.  And
the Territory had all those doctors at the quarantines which keeps most of
those out anyway.  But sometimes there's a flu strain that the biologists
who create the flu vaccine each year don't anticipate, and once I a while,
people here get it somehow."  I heard Jess talking in the background.
"Hey, Jake?  I've got to go.  I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
       "Alright, thanks Della."
       I set Syd's phone back down, feeling loads better for Syd knowing
his aunt would be there in less than a day.  I washed my hands thoroughly,
and then left for the night.
       A few minutes later I was carrying our food into Parker's room.  He
was sitting at his desk reading, but his face totally lit up when he saw
me.
       "I'm so sorry this took so long," I said.  "I know it's a really
late dinner."
       "Nonsense." he said.  "Dinner with you at anytime of the night is a
dinner well spent, and no wait could ever be too long with such company as
my reward."
       He got up from his desk and we both started to get our dinner ready,
and soon we were both seated at his small table, with a beautiful candle
holder and candles lighting up our dinners for us, something he had just
set up for that meal.  I loved the feeling of his legs hitting mine as we
started to eat.
       "I notice you always eat healthy, Jake," Parker said.
       "I want to live a long, healthy life," I said.  "And I'm not someone
who is weak on willpower."
       "That's great to hear," Parker said.  "I always worry when my loved
ones aren't eating well.  Luckily, Della and Jennie, and now Jess, all eat
really responsibly."
       "What about Annie?"
       He seemed to go cold thinking about her.  "She eats terribly.
Starving herself one second, binging the next, and never eating healthy
ingredients.  She's constantly vitamin deficient.  It's beyond
frustrating."
       "You're lucky food doesn't affect your health, and you can just eat
what you want."
       "But still, I suppose I eat like I pretend I'm not a vampire ," he
said.  "Because if not, how could I expect my loved ones to do the same?
I'm so pleased that you give me no reason to worry about your health.
What's your favorite meal, anyway?"
       "This might sound weird, but fondue," I said.
       "The cheese kind?" he asked.
       "No, not the cheese kind.  The kind cooked with a pot of spiced
broth.  It's very simple and healthy, but I love it."
       "Ooo, that sounds tremendous.  But you can't get it in Mareshead,
they won't do it for you, I'm afraid."
       "I know, I already asked about it.  And if it was a special
occasion, I would even allow myself a little dark chocolate fondue drizzled
on fresh fruit."
       He smiled.  "I'm glad you'll let yourself live a little once in a
while," he said.  "Everyone needs a little dark chocolate in their life."
       "Indeed."
       I told him about Della coming up the next day, and he was glad about
it.  He started telling me delightful stories about Della's sweeter moments
raising him as a child, which I loved to hear.  He wanted me to tell him
similar stories about my step-mother, which I did, both of us laughing
through all the funnier reminiscences.
       As we finished dinner, he remarked, "You know, I think our
childhoods were very similar in a lot of ways."
       "Seems pretty starkly different to me," I said.  "We weren't even
raised in the same century.  Or into the same species."
       "True," he said.  "But we were both raised mainly by very loving
women who weren't even our biological mothers, but always treated us like
such.  And you say you say you grew up in poverty, well, Della chose to
raise us away from any of the other Logans in a very simple existence.  We
didn't even know we came from a wealthy, important family until we were
teenagers.  And we both were raised with just a single brother, close in
age."
       "Both of whom are totally out of control, by the way," I said.
"Actually, that does sound a lot like my childhood."
        It was well over nine o'clock by the time we were done with dinner,
that's how long we were chatting.  "Your plan to distract me with clever
conversation long into the night may have worked, but don't think you've
managed to make me give up my desire to retry our invisibility experiment,"
I said to Parker.
       "I don't know what you can think of trying that will make the
difference, Jake."
       "I picked up just the thing we need."  I pulled out the roll of duct
tape and showed it to him.  "We're going to tape ourselves together this
time."
       "That tape's going to seriously hurt you when you pull it off," he
said, clearly upset at the idea.
       "I'll be fine.  Stop stalling and let's do this."
       I started to get undressed, and I saw Parker turn invisible and then
started hearing him removing his clothes as well.
       "Now, come up behind me this time," I said.
       "Behind you?"
       "That's right," I said.  "It's the only way we can get enough skin
to skin contact."
       "But how can I lead from behind?"
       "You won't lead, I will."
       "You won't be able to see yourself!"
       "I'll figure it out," I said.  "Just trust me."
       "Alright."
       I felt him walk about a foot behind me, giving me my space.  I
grabbed the roll of tape and bent over.  "This will be easier for me if you
turn visible for now," I said.  "I promise not to look at anything I
shouldn't."
       "Umm, alright," he said, and then I could see his legs (both the
real and artificial ones) through my own behind me.
       "You need to be closer," I said, pulling his good calf towards me.
       He stepped forward so that our legs were touching.  I used the tape
to attach our calves together, with his directly behind me and slightly to
the outside.  Since he was the larger person, his feet naturally fit snugly
against me, just outside of my feet.  This put our legs in as much contact
as possible.
       "This tape is going to hurt you when we take it off," Parker said.
"I don't like it."
       "I'll be fine."
       I stood back up, noticing that the only part of us that were
touching were our lower legs, and then realizing that it was because Parker
was leaning back in order to avoid contact with me.
       "You need be against me, Parker," I said.
       "Uhh, are you sure you're okay with the particular sort of contact
this position creates?" he asked.
       "I'm fine with it."
       "Well, I feel like I'm violating you sexually in the worst way
imaginable."
       "Is this experiment about sex?  No. it's not.  Does the experiment
require some very familiar physical contact?  Yes, it does.  I'm not even
going to think of you touching me there in that way, it's just going to be
like holding my hand."
       "I'd say holding your hand is about as far away from this is we
possibly can get on the gentlemanly scale. Are you sure?  You don't know
how badly I feel about doing this to you."
       "Yes!  I'm sure, Parker, let's get on with it!"
       "Well, if you stop being fine with it, please let me know."
       I reached back, grabbed his naked, muscular hips, and pulled them
towards me.  This forced all of his skin against mind from his thighs all
the way up to our chests.  Because he was wider than I was, his thighs
pressed against mine not completely front to back, but a bit to the outside
as well; I loved the feel of those muscled inner thighs against the back of
my legs.
       I loved just as much the sensation of his chest muscles pushing into
my back, his chest hair tickling me.  I could even feel his nipples against
me; perhaps they were erect.  I could make out each distinct ab pressed
against my lower back; his treasure trail rubbed my spine.  His wiry pubes
tickled my sensitive tailbone
       And, best of all, there was his wonderful dick facing down in my
crack, not deep enough to be touching my hole, but it still felt heavenly.
       I tried not to think about the touching anymore for fear he would
see me get hard.  Instead, I used the tape to attach our upper thighs
together, first the right set, then the left.  Then I started to attach our
waists together, just beneath my belly button.
       "Here, better let me finish that," he said as he saw me struggling
to get the tape behind him.  He handed me the tape on the other side of his
body once he was done.  This locked us into this tight position, but still,
our arms still had yet to touch.
       I had to rectify that.  I took the tape and wrapped it around both
of our left wrists, attaching them to each other.  Then I wrapped us again
together just below our left bis.  This attached his left arm to mine, with
his right behind mine and slightly to the outside.  Sind he was a bit
taller, this locked my shoulder in with his armpit.  I pulled my left arm
to my right side in order to do the same treatment to our right arms,
noting how Parker's left arm came along as well. After that, every part of
us was locked together except for our heads.
       "There," I said, dropping the tape.  "Now you can go invisible."
       "Alright."
       Suddenly, my own body in front of me disappeared.  This time, I
concentrated on not letting that disorient me with my eyes open.
       I tried to take a step forward, but found myself firmly rooted to
Parker.  "Parker, you need to walk with me," I said.  "It won't help to
have me pulling you around like an anchor."
       "Right, sorry," he said.
       I took a step with my right foot.  This time, I felt Parker's right
leg move with me, both of us placing our feet on the ground together, and
then taking a step with our left feet.  It was slow going, but it would
work.
       "What should we do about closed doors, Parker?" I asked.
       "Better let me do that part," he said.  "Just get me in close and
let me listen to hear if anyone's in the next room or not.  If it's secure,
I'll open the door."
       We practiced a couple times on his bathroom door, just to be safe.
       "I'm ready to go out there and do this," I said excitedly.
       "Jake, what exactly are you hoping to accomplish?"
       "I don't know.  I want to do something positive."
       "I have an idea.  Something I do frequently.  Something that will
keep us both out of trouble."
       "Sure, anything."
       "Let me just grab the right tool."  He took me his desk and pulled
out a sizable utility razor blade.
       "Uh, you're not planning on slitting anyone's throat with that, are
you?  Because unless it's Jericho you're planning to kill, I can't get
behind anything as violent as that.  Not even if you're intending to use it
on the kitchen staff."
       He laughed.  "No, it's not going to be used for any person, I
promise you.  Just promise when we go out there you'll keep us safe.  Not
make any unwise decisions."
       "I promise.  I'm not a reckless person by any stretch of the
imagination, Parker."
       "Good.  Let's go then."
       "Wow, this is so thrilling!" I said, smiling.  "Okay, entering
silent mode."
       I felt Parker nod behind me.  I walked to the front door, Parker
listened, then reached his (our) right hand(s) over to the door and turned
the handle, pulling it open.  I was so glad Parker had to do all the
grabbing, since I couldn't see any part of that equation until the door
opened seemingly by itself.
       The hallway looked empty, so I started walking down towards the
Great Room.  On the way there, we had to pass the seated guard posted down
the hall from Parker's apartment, which was no problem.  We made a much
slimmer profile in this position than we had when we had mimicked the
dancing.
       The Great Room turned out to be completely empty when we got there,
and I heard Parker murmur, "Great.  Go to the cage downstairs."
       I led us down the two flights of stairs to the main floor, and went
to the empty cage.  It was never locked unless it had an occupant, so we
were able to go inside freely.
       "Help me carve a message to the slaves," he said.  "The guards
finally noticed the last one I carved a few months ago, it seems, and
scratched it out."  He pointed to a crude engraving that had been scratched
into one of the bars that was now illegible because someone had defaced it.
       "We should put a message in the lid of the toilet," I said, pulling
it up.  "I've noticed that the slaves all inevitably look there sooner or
later because they are kept in the cage for so long, but there's no reason
for the guards to look there, and I've seen no evidence that it's ever
cleaned."
       "Yes, perfect."  He praised the blade in his hands.  "Why don't you
do the carving while I do the listening, making sure no one comes in and
spoils our fun?  With a room as central as this is, it won't stay empty for
long."
       "What do I put?"
       "Something to warn them about Jericho.  It's the least we can do for
those poor souls, and about the only intervention attempt I've ever been
successful in."
       And so, I started to carve a message in the toilet lid.  Thank
goodness Parker was listening, as he had to stop me three times when people
were walking through the room.
       When I was done, Parker read it.  "Don't believe his lies.  Whatever
he tells you, he will end up killing you horribly.  Have honor and refuse
to play his games."
       "At least now Jericho will have a lot less demented fun when he
kills people."
       "It's perfect.  I'm proud of you.  Now, let's go back."
       We went upstairs again, and started to go through the halls that led
to Parker's room.  Around a corner, we came to a door between hallways.
Parker opened it and I led us through.  That hallway led to a four way hall
crossing.  I had to make a left to go towards the apartment, I knew, and I
walked towards it.  Parker must have heard something with his vampire ears,
because he pulled me back before I could turn the corner.
       The very next second, a man walked by, right where I had just almost
stepped.  I looked up at the man's face, and almost jumped: it was Jericho.
       I was terrified he would come down the hallway we were in, colliding
with us, but he walked straight ahead and down across into the other
hallway.  It was bizarre to see him all alone, without being followed by
his usual guards, and that made me highly suspicious.  I just got the
feeling that we should follow him and see where he was going.  It certainly
wasn't to his bedroom or the Great Room.
       I started to take a step towards Jericho, meaning to follow him.  I
felt Parker obstinately holding us in place, shaking his head "no" behind
me.  Once again, Parker was being too cautious with me.  All I wanted to do
was follow him; there wasn't any danger in that.  I pulled Parker with all
of my might, letting him know I wasn't going to back down.  He relented,
and started walked with me.
       Jericho was walking more quickly through the halls than we were
capable of following.  Luckily, he was impetuously leaving all the doors
open behind him, allowing us to not fall too far behind.  Jericho came to
another guard sitting in a chair in the hall, and the guard jumped to his
feet, saluting Jericho as he came.  The guard was quickly dismissed, and
started walking down the hall, right towards us.  I pushed us against the
right side of the hall, noticing the guard was favoring the left, and he
walked past us harmlessly.
       Jericho knocked on a nearby door.
       "Yes, who is it?" came a woman's voice a few moments later.
       "Rose, are you sick?" he asked.
       "Uh, no, Mr. Governor.  Not at all.  I told them I was barely around
Syd, but they still put me in here just to be safe."
       "Then open up, I have some private matters that won't permit me
talking through a door."
       She opened the door, he stepped inside, and then the door shut
again.
       I walked towards the door, but Parker stopped us again.  "What are
you doing?" he asked me in a whisper.  "You never said you wanted us to
eavesdrop on Jericho!"
       "Do you have a moral problem with spying on your father?" I asked
him.
       "No, I actually do it all the time.  And Rose as well, since he's so
frequently coming here to discuss matters with her."
       "Then what's the problem?"
       "Jericho knows about my about my ability, which means we can't
afford to make the slightest mistake around him."
       "We won't," I said.  I looked at the door.  "But, hmm, I guess
there's not a good way for us to open her door without them noticing, is
there?"
       "As much as I'm tempted to lie to you and tell you there's no way,
the truth is, I spy on them all the time in Rose's apartment.  I could
probably get us in."
       "Then let's do it!"
       "Jake--"
       "It sounded like he had something important to tell her," I said.
"Let's not waste anymore time out here, or we'll miss it."
       "Alright, alright," he said, and I noticed he tossed the razor blade
harmlessly aside.  "We won't need that anymore."
       "With those two in there, you might be wrong," I said, only half
joking.
       I walked us to the door and I could feel Parker leaning his head so
his ear was against it.  After a while, he very carefully opened the door,
doing it without making the tiniest bit of noise.  The door opened into a
kitchen and dining room area of the apartment, with two major doors leading
off into the left and right, which were both open.  From the front door, I
couldn't see into either of the rooms those two doors led into, but I could
hear Jericho's muffled voice coming from the room on the left, then Rose's
voice as well.
       I very carefully crept through the door, knowing no one was around
to see us come in, and Parker shut the front door noiselessly behind us.  I
was struck by how much larger and fancier Rose's quarters were compared to
Syd and Parker's, and definitely appreciated how clean every surface was.
Even though Rose wouldn't have been allowed any maids to come in, she had
kept things very tidy.
       I walked us towards the door on the left, and soon saw it led off
into a gigantic bedroom suite, in which Rose and Jericho was standing in,
talking.
       "That's when Cornelius had the guards move the little shit back into
his old apartment," Jericho said, and I realized he had just finished
relaying that day's earlier events to Rose.
       "I don't see any legal way to get around this, I'm afraid," she
said.
       "I didn't figure you would," he said.  "But I think what's clearer
and clearer to me is that we need to find a way to remove Cornelius from
the equation."
       "We've tried bribing him with money and slaves, all to no avail,"
she said.
       "I tried threatening him," Jericho said.  "But there's nothing I
have as leverage over him.  That's why I want him dead.  If I can just get
rid of him, I could think of dozens of possible replacements that would eat
out of my hands."
       "I would gladly accept that position as well, Mr. Governor."
       "Wait, how can you be sure we won't be interrupted here?" Jericho
said.
       "I'll lock the front door."
       She walked back into the room we were in, right for us.  I knew she
would hit us, so I threw us into a large, cozy chair to my right, one that
was sitting against the wall.  Of course, this meant I was forcing Parker
down into the chair behind me as well, with me basically sitting in his
lap.
       The maneuver worked: she walked harmlessly past us, without noticing
us.  I did notice that the movement had jostled Parker's hefty, flaccid
penis so that for the first time, it was facing up, slammed into my crack.
For the first time, I could just barely feel the warm skin of the thing
graze against my butthole.
       Jericho followed her out of her room, hovering right in front of the
chair we were in, watching her.
       Rose locked the front door.  "And, because I never can guess who
might have one of my keys, I've started putting these on, just in case."
She picked up a rope filled with bells, and laid it over the doorknob,
making lots of noise in the process.  It seemed to me that those bells
would be tailor made to stop Parker from entering unheard.
       Jericho started to look at one of the paintings that was hanging on
the wall above me, and I defensively pushed back against Parker as hard as
I could.  I noticed that this seemed to have an effect on him: I felt the
telltale sign of his dick pulsing to life in my crack, I could feel each
surge of blood as he went from totally flaccid to semi-hard.
       "How were you thinking we could eliminate Cornelius?" Rose asked.
"It's so difficult to kill a vampire and get away with it, these days."
       "But if we create an accident," Jericho said.  "Only, the second
something happened in Mareshead, and the fucking pawns would be all over me
for it."
       Jericho stuck his face right into mine, inches from me, and I backed
my head as far as it would go.  He looked over my face carefully, making me
certain he was somehow finding a way to see me.  I pushed back harder
against Parker, feeling his dick respond even more as he went from
semi-hard, which he could have possibly pretended never happened, to
totally hard.  His newly iron rod dominated my crack with its huge size, my
hole kissing his hard flesh tenderly.
       Only then did I realize there was painting behind my head that
Jericho was looking at.  It was incredible, the feeling of being actively
looked through.
       "I have an idea, Mr. Governor," Rose said.  "I know for two weeks
every summer, Cornelius goes on a sail ship out to the island to be with
his wife.  He always goes by ship, enjoying the process of getting there
more than actually being there.  We could plant a bomb, something that
would look like a mechanical accident, and blow him up out at sea."
       "Yes, that's perfect," he said, turning away from me and towards her
with a smile.  "Just the kind of thing I would have thought of if I ever
cared enough to learn where he went on his summer trips."
       "That's why we make such a good team, Mr. Governor."
       "Quite right," turning and walking towards the door.  "Now, if you
will excuse me, I'm ever the busy man.  I got assassination promises to
keep, and dozens of slaves to kill before I sleep."
       "Goodnight, Mr. Governor."
       Jericho opened the front door, the bells making a huge racket, and
then shut it after he left.  I noticed Rose didn't bother to lock the front
door, she just went back into her bedroom and shut herself in.
       I could feel Parker standing up behind me, gently pushing me up to
my/our feet.  I felt him put a finger to my lips, clearly a sign to keep
quiet.  I still felt his stiffy stuck in my crack, feeling wonderful.  He
raised our left arms and seemed to be motioning me to lead us towards the
only open door left in this room.  I walked us into the room, which clearly
was a nicely decorated guest bedroom, all very clean and inviting.
       As soon as we were through the door, Parker reached our right hands
towards the door and pulled it silently shut.
       "I'm so, so sorry, Jake!" Parker whispered in my ear.  "I don't know
what's wrong with me, but this is completely ungentlemanly of me, so
disrespectful and mortifying.  The truth is, no excuse is acceptable for
degrading you in this manner, but the problem occurred because we sat down
so quickly, my, um, my penis got caught in a very provocative position for
me.  Otherwise, I would have been fine, I swear."
       "It's totally understandable," I said.  "Happens to me all the time
when I don't want it to as well.  I'm more concerned about the task at
hand, frankly.  She put bells on the door!  How are we going to get out of
here unheard?"
       "We can't.  She knows about my ability, and she's very crafty.  If
she suspects anything, she'll go straight to Jericho, especially given what
they were discussing."
       "She looked like she was going to bed.  Maybe we could sneak out
while she's sleeping."
       "No, that won't do either," he said.  "I've been invisible in here
before, and she's an extremely light sleeper.  She'll wake up at the
slightest noise.  We really can't leave until she exits the apartment..."
       "...which she won't be able to do because she's being quarantined."
       "Or she's in her shower."
       "So, we just have to wait here until she showers?  How do you know
you'll hear that?"
       "I have even better hearing than a normal vampire, Jake.  I'll be
able to hear it."
       "And she's not showering now before bed?"
       "Not yet, anyway.  But sometimes she wakes up in the middle of the
night, walks around her apartment doing odds and ends, then showers before
going back to bed."
       "And otherwise?"
       "We'll be locked in here until morning, I'm sad to report.  I can't
stop making us invisible for fear she'll walk in here and see us, which
isn't that unlikely."
       "Wow, this really sucks," I said.  "Look, this is my fault.  I'm the
one who pushed you into this, and now it looks like we'll be up all night."
       "Are you kidding me?  If it wasn't for you, we'd never know
Cornelius was at risk.  I'm going to tell him tomorrow about all this.  He
won't be able to use this as evidence against bringing Jericho down, since
we're spying illegally, but hopefully we'll save his life."
       "That's good to know.  Well, I'm very tired," I said, yawning.
"It'll be torture to have to wait up all night."
       "You don't have to, Jake."  He pushed us towards the guest bed, and
gently laid us both down on top of it, on our left sides.  "You just go to
sleep."
       "You can't sleep as well?"
       "I can't and still be keeping us invisible, I'm afraid.  I'll wake
you up as soon as it seems safe for us to make our exit."
       "I feel terrible sleeping while you're forced to stay awake all
night.  I'll suffer through it with you, Parker."
       "Don't be ridiculous.  There's no sense in you having to stay up for
no reason.  You could have a very demanding day tomorrow with Syd being
sick.  I can sleep all day tomorrow if I wish."
       That much was at least true.  "Are you sure you won't fall asleep
accidentally, though?  If so, I could help keep you awake."
       "I'm positive," he said.
       "Okay then, I'll sleep here.  At least I know Rose would keep this
bed clean.  It's a bit chilly, mind if we get under the covers?"
       "Oh, Jake, I'm so sorry, but I don't think that's an option.  The
covers will mess up my invisibly."
       "Right, I should have thought of that," I said.  "In that case, do
you mind if I sleep on my stomach?"
       "Not at all."
       I rolled over so my stomach was facing down into the covers of the
bed.  Of course, that meant Parker was forced to mount me from behind,
which was actually creating more than enough heat for me.  But I felt his
dick, which had managed to soften ever so slightly, harden up again very
quickly.  Goodness, did that hard rod feel so wonderful in my crack, felt
so right.
       "Hmm, this position isn't doing me any favors in the
not-demeaning-you department, I'm sorry.  I am such jerk.  I never meant
for that to happen.  I know there's no excuse for, umm, degrading you in
this way, but you have to understand, I haven't, you-know-what, for days."
       "Had sex?"
       "Yes!  Exactly.  Not since back in Fools Gold, actually.  I may
pride myself the gentleman, but I'm afraid I'm still a man.  A vampire man,
no less, with all sorts of, um, well, urges.  And I've been trying very
hard around you to stop myself from becoming physically aroused, even
though I find you so very, extremely attractive and desirable.  I've mostly
succeeded in staying the gentleman, but this time, I just couldn't resist
the arousal effect you were having on me."
       "I'm really not upset," I said.
       "If I could just get this thing to point down again, away from your,
um, special area, I'm sure I'd get back under control."
       He reached down with his right hand, pulling my own hand along with
him, down to his crotch.
       He used his strong hand to grab his huge dick and try to bend it
down, but that seemed to be a losing battle, as it was just too big and
unbending, with our bodies too close together.  Still, he tried to do the
task, and I inadvertently felt his hard cock with my hand, which excited me
to no end.
       And then it finally gave, and he moved his head down my crack.  But
the head nestled right into my butthole, which sent shivers through me.  No
matter how hard he continued to push, it seemed stuck in that spot,
refusing to down further.
       "Uh, no, that position is only making things worse for me, I'm
afraid.  I feel so ashamed and embarrassed at the way I'm treating you
right now, I could cry."
       "Just leave it how it was, Parker, really I don't care.  It's
flattering, if anything."
       "You're just saying that," he said.
       "No, I mean it," I said.  "Look, would it make you feel better to
know that I found you just as attractive?  And that I've gotten stiff now
too?"
       "You're lying to me."
       "No, seriously, feel me."  I moved our right hands in front of us,
and let his feel my hard dick.
       "Wow, that is so, so sweet, Jake," he said.  I felt his dick behind
me pulse excitedly as well.  "I can't imagine you responding in that way,
to someone as messed up as I am physically.  I'm guessing it's just because
I'm invisible at the moment and you can't see my missing leg."
       "Parker, I've always thought of you as the most attractive man in
this whole Territory.  I frankly never even notice the leg, and when I do
notice it, I think it's just another sweet part of your exquisite body.
Anything attached to you I will absolutely adore."
       He nuzzled the left side of my face lovingly with the front of his
face.  "You don't know how much that means to me," he said, his voice
cracking with sentiment.  "You don't know how much YOU mean to me."
       I felt his dick pulse again, and this time, I could swear that I
felt a bit of precum ooze out of him and onto my sensitive hole.  I wished
that I could taste it.
        "And I'm sorry, but this, er, situation is not going to get under
control with you saying things that totally melt my heart like that.  I
hope you can somehow figure out a way to fall asleep through the physical
onslaught I'm causing you, because, well, I'm not exactly getting any less,
um, lustful, and you're not exactly getting any less attractive or sweet
natured."
       I laughed.  "There's no way I can think of that I'd rather fall
asleep, honestly," I said.  "But I thought you were straight, Parker?"
       "You mean, only attracted to females?  No, always been bisexual."
       "Syd told me you were straight."
       "Well, that's just because I've never found a man around here with
the warmth of a woman.  Just speaking physically, I'm attracted to them
equally."
       I laughed.  "Well, there's something freeing in having you know just
how much I'm attracted to you, instead of having to feel like I need to
hold it back.  It makes me feel all the more close with you, in fact.  I
hope you feel the same about you hiding your attraction to me."
       He laughed too, right in my left ear.  "I don't think I'm doing a
very good job of hiding my attraction for you, not with this little guy,"
he said, thrusting his dick, which was anything but little, against me,
"poking into you, as erect as it's ever been my whole life through."
       "Mmm, you're the only person in the world from whom your penis
against me like that could feel absolutely exquisite, the only one I trust
completely to fall asleep in this position, knowing that you'd never, ever
let anything hurt me."
       "I'd sooner die than let any outsider do you harm, Jake.  And
likewise, I feel so moved by you sweet acceptance of me tonight, that I
would rather die than ever take advantage of you while you sleep by making
my body's craving come true."
       "Then I'm going to sleep," I said.  "Just put your arms around me to
keep me warm."
       "There's no way I'd rather pass the hours of this night," he said.
I moved his and my hands under my body, and his strong hands caressed my
chest, his muscular arms holding me snuggly.  He nuzzled his face against
the left side of mine.  "Pleasant dreams, my sweet prince."
       And he kissed me softly on my left cheek, the simple loving gesture
sending me to cloud nine just as much as his huge dick pushing against me
did.  I've never fallen asleep faster or more contented.

       *****

       But Parker's sweet sendoff didn't result in pleasant dreams at all.
They were drenched in guilt, filled with Annie's furious face as she walked
in on Parker and I in that position, holding each other naked.
       It didn't help that every single time I woke up during the night,
Parker's arms were holding me just as tightly as ever, his dick still stuck
against me, as hard as always.
       Every time my eyes shut again, there was Annie.  "But Annie," I
said.  "Fanged vampires are allowed to have side dalliances in their
marriages."
       "But only if those relationships are purely physical," she said to
me.  "Parker isn't capable of having a physical relationship without
investing his emotions into things.  You know that all too well, you
bastard, Jake."