Date: Tue, 8 May 2018 00:14:16 -0400 From: Logan Montgomery Subject: Into The Night: Chapter 1 This writing contains sexually explicit material, not suited for readers under the age of 18. If you are underage, live in an area that disallows the reading of this type of material, or are offended by homosexual content, please do not read further. But this is Nifty so you probably already know this warning stuff. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, settings, and ideas featured in this series are based on fantasy. Any character that resembles someone in your reality is purely coincidental. If you enjoy these stories, please donate to Nifty so that we can continue reading. Please send me an email logan.a.montgomery@gmail.com. This is my first time writing something in over two year I think because I?ve just been busy and whenever I tried to write I got severe writer?s block. I would love to hear you feedback or constructive criticism. Please enjoy this first chapter in my Into The Night story. ________________________________________________________________________________ The problem with saving up your money for three months and buying a memory foam mattress is that you never want to get up. As soon as you lie down on your bed in your small apartment the entire world disappears. It?s just you and the soft cloud you are on. But this is also the problem. It?s almost too comfortable. It's because of this damn mattress that I?m always late to work. That?s the thought that runs through my mind as I realized I?m going to be late again. ?Fuuuuck,? I groan out loud, as I see that I already overslept my alarm by ten minutes. Ten minutes might not seem like a lot of time but when you're entire morning plan is scheduled to the exact detail, losing ten minutes is a lot. I rushed out of the comfortable bed and speed-walked to the bathroom, tossing my underwear off along the way. I flicked on the light/fan combo and pushed the shower handle on to scalding, trying to urge the water to warm up with my mind. After several long agonizing moments it does and I jump into my shower. On an ideal day I would take my time washing off the sleep from my body, but in a rushed one like this i have no time to waste. I squeeze a dollop of shampoo and conditioner 2 in 1 onto my hand and smeared it all into my scalp, working it in with my fingers. With that in my hair I plopped a glob of my vanilla/brown sugar scrub onto my loofa and started to roughly scrub my entire body until I was thoroughly clean. Satisfied with my results I let the hot water wash both the foam in my hair and only body until i was just my naked form again. With my body now properly clean and now feeling less asleep, I exited the shower and stepped on my scale. Water dripped down on the price of waterproof technology as I stared down on today?s weight: 133.2 lbs. Not too shabby. I took my towel and whipped away a bit of the fog clinging to the mirror and looked at my wet face. My hair was unruly from the shower much to my dismay. I took a brush and started to brush my wavy hair, a little less than shoulder length. The tangles were too many for me to thoroughly work through like i wanted so I instead swept my thick hair up into a messy bun near the top of my head, effectively showing off my undercut. I quickly applied some deodorant and shoved a toothbrush full of Crest into my mouth. With my hand actively forcing my toothbrush to scrub my teeth, i took a moment to check if i looked all right. My pale skin had no blemishes so far and i didn?t need to shave quite yet since I did so yesterday and my sharp jawline still looked like i didn?t have any hair on my chin. My platinum blonde hair was drying in my bun, leaving only a couple of loose tendrils to frame my face. I raised and lowered my dark eyebrows quickly, and noticed only a couple of strands i need to pluck to stop my unibrow from growing back. My eyes were by far my favorite part of my face. Around the pupil was a ring of light grey, than another ring, this time bigger, of a light yellow tinted green, and finally a thin ring of dark blue finishing it all off. After some careful consideration i decided i look cute today and rushed out of the bathroom when I spat out the spearmint foam in my mouth. With my body still slightly damp from the shower and my bun slowly dripping onto my neck, I practically sprinted to my meager closet. I threw on a white button down, jumped into a pair of light blue jeans and grabbed my slate grey tie. I quickly tied the slim tie as I searched for my leather messenger bag. I slipped on my black converse, my navy peacoat, my burgundy beanie and my house keys and left my shoebox apartment. I sprinted down the three flights of stair and to the nearest subway station a couple of blocks away to head downtown. And when i finally had a moment to breath i realized i was not wearing socks. A great start to a day, huh? ~~~~~~~ Ding. Ding. Ding. Error. ?Ugh, why is this card not working?? I mumbled out loud. I've been at the scanner for the past four minutes trying to they my stupid id card to work. Jameson, Hiller, and Prescott, the company I work at) have just gotten several scanners for the main lobby to help keep the 46 story building ?more safe?. Every single day so far the scanners have been saying something is wrong with my card or something. ?Happening again, huh?? the deep voice behind me asked. Tony the security guard stood behind me, now use to our daily ritual of my malfunctioning id card. ?Yeah, i've already been here for four minutes already.? I sighed. ?Don?t worry, little guy. I got you covered.? Tony huffed out. I wasn?t that short. Five foot six is a normal height for a fully grown guy to be, right? Anyways. At six foot three, anyone would be short for Tony. The tall man reached past me and with a swipe of his wrist he slid his own master key card through the scanner, making it blink green with approval. ?There ya go, Leviathan .??Thanks, Tony. And please, call me Levi .?With a final smil at Tony, I started to walk towards the elevator on the opposite side of the large room. But before I could take more than three steps I felt a large hand grab my shoulder, turning me around. ?Idon?t mean to be too forward or anything,? Tony spoke quietly, refusing to make eye contact with me. ?But maybe you would want to get dinner or maybe lunch sometime? I know this great italian place we could go too after you are done with work today.? Oh wow. Was Tony asking me out on a date? ?That?s really sweet of you,? I started. ?But i already have plans tonight.? With those words Tony?s head dropped a bit and the hopeful gleam in his eyes disappeared. He looked so sad. ?Maybe,? I continued. ?Another night?? A bolt of lightning hit Tony and his entire frame jumped a bit and a huge smile appeared on his face. ?Yeah that would be great!? he exclaimed. ?Okay, see ya Tony, gotta go to work now.? ?Oh yeah. See ya Leviathan ! I mean Levi .?He said fumbling. He?s a sweet guy. I started walking again to the elevator, this time not getting stopped by Tony. The Lobby was incredibly nice. A polished marble floor covered the entire large area with walls of some dark stone material, laid in a interesting pattern. The south wall, which you enter from, was entirely windows, letting a bunch of light enter the great hall. But for times when the sun is not out a bunch of over head light was scared across the ceiling. The room was cut in half by a row of id scanners and three large desks for the security guards. The place was testament to how well the firm has done over the years and the money they can just toss aside for the lobby. My shoes clicked and clacked across the stone towards the elevator doors made out of some type of bronze. Tony really was a nice guy. And he was rather attractive. But, i dont know, i?m kinda looking for the one. But when I turned around after clicking the up button on the elevator, the one was the last thing on my mind. People were still coming and going in the lobby but all I could pay attention to was the adonis in the front section. The sexiest, most handsome man I have ever seen was just standing in the center of the building. Not wearing a shirt. I couldn't see much detail about his face from this distance except a strong jawline, high cheekbones and very dark eyebrows. His hair was hidden underneath a black backwards, logoless baseball cap but I could tell it was a dark chestnut color from here. A short cropped beard was covering his face (but not hiding the fact his jawline could cut a stone) and you could tell just by staring at him that he is a man that has perpetual stubble. His skin was of a mediterranean tan, a beautiful toasted color that could only be achieved by genetics alone. And he was tall. Taller than Tony, the man had to be at least six foot four in the lobby and had a stern set to his chiseled jaw that made my knees week. Moving down from his beautiful face his shirtless body was another work of art. He a two huge slabs of pecs that tapered down to taught six pack, complete with the V lines. His arms were basically the same. Again, they were huge. Bulging shoulders, with softball size biceps and forearms that (even from here, yes) I could tell had vascular veins. And I could spend hours tracing them with my tongue if he would let me. There was a smattering of dark chest hair covering his huge chest muscles and a dark happy trail that went past his innie belly button by maybe two inches. The man wore a pair of low ride, dark jeans that hugged him in all the right spots. You could tell that he had an equally impressive set of legs to match his upper body but unfortunately he was wearing pants. And there, in the crotch of the jeans, hast to be the largest bulge on a man I have ever seen; it was mouthwatering and just staring at him i wanted to get on all fours and just present myself to him. Ping. The elevator doors opened right behind me with its usual grace and effectively snapping me out of whatever trance I was in. I quickly stepped into the box with several other people. But when I turned around and looked into the lobby, the man was no longer there. My eyes glanced around to see no signs of him everywhere. It was like he never even existed in the first place. Shaking the whole semi-encounter with the man out of my head, I forced myself to think about work. I reach forward and pressed the 32nd floor button. ~~~~~~~ ?Don?t worry.? Sharon, the front desk lady and work friend, stated when I exited the elevator. ?Mr. Brymill hasn?t arrived yet.? ?Oh, thank god.? I sighed out in a reply. ?If he caught me being late again he would definitely fire me.? ?No he wouldn't. Yell at you, maybe. But he definitely wouldn?t fire. But he would probably yell at you in front of the entire office.? she mused. ?Iwould prefer getting fired.? I mumbled as I left Sharon to her calls and made myself to my desk. I walked through the 40-something set of cubicles to the row of back offices looking out at the city. And with a plop I sat myself at the only desk in front of newly-renovated offices. Yes, I?m Mr. Brymill?s receptionist. About twenty minutes later after answering two calls and bumping up a meeting for the boss of the financial division of the company, in walks the very man. ?Good morning, Mr. Brymill.? I said with a smile. Theodore L. Brymill Jr. has a knack for be very scary even though he is completely undevious in nature. There is just this sense of intense drive behind his eyes whenever you talk to him that?s slightly unnerving even though he is very nice and friendly guy (when you don't mess up). The drive makes sense though, it's rare to see someone who is only thirty two have gotten so far up in the corporate ladder. ?Good morning, Leviathan. And please, call me Ted.? He said mellowly with a smile. He was a good looking man, Theodore Brymill. About six feet even and lean. Obviously works out quite a bit and he tells me that he goes on a bike ride for triathlon training at least five times a week. And he?s nice. With his dirty blonde hair always combed to perfection and brown eyes, he would be a great boyfriend. ?Okay, Ted.? I chuckled out. ?But only if you call me Levi.? ?You got yourself a deal.? he said with a wink. Was he flirting with me? Everyday, like a ritual we both say the name of each other wrong. Always joking but neither of us putting any effort to say the names correctly the following morning. Am I flirting with him? ?What?s my schedule for the day?? he said, knocking me out of my self-questioning. ?Oh yes. You have a 10 am meeting with the Mr. Brunstein about the proposed budget cuts. The monthly meeting with the other department heads is at 2 pm. And I Mrs. Hallard called and said that she can actually make the 3 pm meeting this Wednesday. Oh, and your mom called.? I said, listing off all the notes i had in my hand and giving them to him. ?My mom called? It?s not thursday yet.? He said lifting a singular eyebrow. ?Yes, she just called to tell you her cruise is back in Miami and Bermuda was great.? ?Did she say anything else?? He replied with a light chuckled. Wow, he does have a cute laugh. ?Yes,? I laughed out loud, this time with him. ?She wanted to know if you are going to visit her for Christmas in a month.? ?Tell her yes.? He said with a sigh after we traveled into his office and he sat down at his own desk. ?You know,? he started again, this time breaking the brief profession atmosphere we have built. ?My mother really likes you.? This time I genuinely laughed. ?Iknow, she said that she is going to knit me a scarf for the holidays.? ?My mother doesn't know how to knit.? he said a burst of laughter. ?Well, I?m going to wear it anyways.? We just stared at each other then, not talking but just looking into each other?s eyes. When looking at his intense gaze was just too much I interupted whatever was happening with ?Ishould probably head back to my desk.? ?Oh, yeah. Of course,? He stuttered out. But before I could fully leave the office I felt for the second time today a hand on my shoulder. ?Hey, Levi. Umm, if you got anything going on after work today, I was wondering if you wanted to go get dinner.? I guess he was flirting with me. ?Iwould love to, Ted. But I unfortunately already have plans tonight with some of the people in the office.? I said. I watched him almost instantaneously turn from vulnerable man to indifferent boss. ?Iunderstand, Mr. Smyth.? He said with a slight edge. ?Any other day, Mr. Brymill. Just that today ? is my birthday.? with that his whole demeanor changed once again. ?Ihad no idea, I?m sorry. Happy Birthday, Levi. How old are you now.? He said with a goofy, lopsided grin on his face. ?Thank you and I?m now twenty-one.? ?Finally able to drink ? legally.? he chuckled ?We will have to go out and celebrate sometime this week then.? He stated with a smirk. ?I?dlike that.? I said. And with a finally smile at my very handsome boss I left back to my desk. The next couple of hours were uneventful, just me answer the phone, rearranging Theodore?s schedule and playing solitare when I could. I was also thinking about Ted. Yes, I wanted to go out on a date with him but he was my boss, is that ethical? I had no idea and it is throwing me for a loop. Lunch came and left my desk to go search out Sharon to eat with her. ?So we are all going to meet up at Hanover around 8 for your birthday.? She said between spoonfuls of rice. ?You know,? I said. ?Maybe it would be better if it was just us going?? ?No!? She exclaimed. You only turn twenty-one onces so I?m going to make a huge deal of it and we are all going to get drunk at Hanover.? ?Which I?m fine with,? I countered. ?But why are so many people invited. I?m not friends with many people here and you practically invited the entire building.? I love Sharon, I do. But she tends to go overboard on everything. And now I?m going to be spending my birthday with a bunch of semi-strangers who I don?t know. ?It will be fine, Levi. Trust me!? She said. And to effectively cut me off from questioning her better judgement anymore she left the break room with her meal in one hand and her brown hair swaying. I quickly finished my lunch after that and decided to refocus on work so I could distract myself from this party. Before I knew it I was doing some final filing in Ted?s office after he left with only a near empty office to keep me company. That?s when I saw him for the second time today. Mr. Sex-On-Legs. The shirtless adonis was just walking through the cubicle until he came upon Ms. Sachs office, three doors down from the one I was in. I quickly placed the last folder in the filing cabinet and peered out of the office door to see the hunk amble out of Ms. Sachs room with a black folder in hand. Did he just steal something? And how did the few people left on this floor not notice him. I?m usually very level headed but from the mixture of anger and lust I was feeling for the man, I hurriedly grabbed my stuff from my own desk and chased him down. The giant of a man was a fast walker so I had to basically sprint to reach him. I turned the corner to get to the hallway of the elevators to see one of them just starting to close. And with the speed of a cheetah but none of the elegance, I ran and just barely made it into the elevator. It was in that moment I realized what a complete idiot i was. I was now trapped alone in a elevator with this giant, extremely muscular shirtless man who just stole something from the office. And up close he was even more handsome. Up close I could tell his eyes were a dark grey color and he was more six foot five. The man still had his baseball hat drawn low, but this time with the brim facing front so his face was a bit shadowing. His hair was a deep chestnut color (I was right), and two clumps seemed to be cowlicking out of that hat on his forehead in an adorable way. Damn I was this guy to fuck me. ?If you hand me the folder now I promise to not report you.? I said meekly staring down at my shoes. I was such an idiot, why did I jump into the elevator? But to my shock I heard him gasp slightly, forcing me attention to look him square in the face. His mouth was hanging open a bit and his eyes were wide with surprise and ? terror? In a deep, baritone voice he whispered out ?You can see me?? ?Of course I can see you!? I snapped, my earlier meekness now gone. ?You?re a giant shirtless guy who stole a folder from my workplace. Hand it back now and I won't call the police on you.? The man still stared at me as if I was speaking another language from Neptune. But after a couple moments of him being shell-shocked. The surprised look faded from his body and face to be replaced with a new found hostility to me. He strained his back and took a step towards me with an almost anger-like gleam in his eyes. Try to keep as much distance from this man I took a step back and almost immediately had my back pressed into the wall of the small metal box that we were in. ?Who are you? What are you?? The strangle man growled down at me, leaving me to be the scared one now. I stared up into his beautiful face now contorted in histility and notice something through my general fear. The two cowlick on his head. They weren't hair. They were completely smooth. They were horns.