Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2012 04:36:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Richard Garcia <invertedbeast@yahoo.com>
Subject: Darkness Evolves chapter 7

DARKNESS EVOLVES
Chapter Seven


We had the day to kill before we could meet Chris at his place after work.
Daniel drove through a McDonalds and we went to a public park to eat.  We
found a tree to sit under.  I had a deck of cards in my car, so we passed
the day playing gin rummy and napping.  It was pretty uneventful.  Daniel
wasn't in a talkative mood and I was fine with the silence.

Around four we headed over to the address Chris had given Daniel.  It was a
large apartment complex.  Daniel located Chris' apartment and he parked the
car far enough away to not be noticeable, but close enough to see the door.

We waited.  Daniel turned on a radio station and listened to music.  When
the news came on and they started to talk about the crash he turned it off.

"Joey," he was staring out the window, "what do you know about this guy,
Chris?"

"You met him at the gym, right?"

"Yeah."  Daniel cleared his throat.  "Do you know how we met?"

I shrugged.

"He was cruising the locker room.  We never did anything, but he had the
hots for me.  He's got to think this is a booty call."

"That's okay, Daniel."

His jaw flexed.  "All right," he finally said.  "I'll figure it out."

"What's wrong, Daniel?"

"Jesus, bro, have you not been listening?  He's gonna want to have sex with
me!"

"Oh, that.  Don't worry, Daniel.  You won't have to touch him.  I can take
care of it."

"What — so you'll have sex with him instead?  What does that make me,
your pimp?"

"No, Daniel.  It's not like that."

"Shit, Joey, I don't know which is worse: me having sex with some guy or
you having sex with some guy for me.  I'm not even sure that the beast will
let you do it.  Just thinking about him touching you makes me want to tear
him apart."

Daniel was getting upset.  He's a straight man and his beast is as
possessive as I am.  I understood completely.  But he didn't.

I put my hand on his arm.  "It's okay, Daniel.  We can handle it together.
Nothing bad is going to happen to us."

Under my hand the tension in his arm subsided.  "Right."  He sighed.
"You're right, bro.  I'm a werewolf and you're a sorcerer.  He's just a
locker-room sex addict.  We can handle him."

I nodded.

Eventually a car pulled into a tenant space in front of the apartment
building.  A young man in casual work cloths got out.

"That's him," said Daniel.  He started to open the car door.

"Wait, Daniel," I said.  "Let me go and talk to him first."

"Why?"

"You don't look like yourself, remember?  I'll warn him so he's not
surprised when he sees you."

"Shit."  Daniel didn't like it, but he saw my point.  "All right."

I got out of the car and walked up to the guy.

"Hi — Chris?" I said.

He turned around quickly then relaxed when he saw me.

"What's up, kid?"

"I'm Joey, Daniel's brother."

"His brother?  Really?"  He looked me over.  "You don't look like it."

Chris was somewhere between me and Daniel in age.  Probably a couple of
years out of college.  He was a little shorter than Daniel and beefier,
with tousled brown hair.  Puppy-dog brown eyes regarded me from behind
retro tortoise-shell glasses.  He looked sexy, in a nerdish sort of way.

He glanced around.  "Where is he?"

"He's parking the car.  Thanks for putting us up."  I held out my hand.

"Sure."  We shook.  His hand was bigger than mine.  I let him feel the
difference, let the physical contact move through him.

"Are you really his brother?"

"Yeah." I didn't release his hand.  "But I should tell you something:
Daniel doesn't look the way you'll expect."

"What do you mean?"

"He's in a disguise."

"A disguise?"  Confusion crossed his face.  "Why?"

"Something that lives in the Internet tried to kill him.  We're hiding from
it."

"Something in the Internet."  Chris was more amused than alarmed.  Also, he
liked holding my hand.  "And you're on the run from it?  What'd you say
your name was again, kid?  John Connor?"

"Joey," I said.  "My name's Joey."

"Right."

"Hey, Chris."  Daniel walked up.  He hadn't waited very long.

Chris turned and his jaw dropped.

"Dan?"

"None other.  Don't mind the packaging, it's me."

"Right."  Chris stared at my brother.

"Can we come inside?"  I asked.

"Ah — sure."  Chris started to get his keys out of his pocket and
realized we were still holding hands.  He released me, pulled them out, and
opened the door to his apartment.

We followed him past a kitchen into an open living/dining room dominated by
a fancy-looking home theater setup.  The furniture was tan leather and the
artwork was all posters.  It was a generic space, generically furnished.

"You guys want something to drink?" asked Chris.  "I don't have any
espresso, but I have beers.  I've also got whisky and vodka."  He looked at
me.  "Can you drink, kid?  How old are you, anyway?"

"He's eighteen," Daniel answered.  "I'll take a beer."

"Do you have any Coke?"  I asked.

"Coke?"  He stared for a second, then grinned and shook his head.  "Oh —
you mean to drink.  Nope, no Coke.  Pepsi."

"Okay."

He got the drinks and we all settled onto the couch.  Chris kicked off his
shoes and lounged at one end of the couch with his feet on the coffee
table; Daniel sat at the other end.  I slipped into the space in between.
Our host didn't seem too freaked out, but his eyes darted back and forth
between the two of us curiously before settling on Daniel.

"So, you're hiding from something inside the Internet, your brother said."

"Did he?"  Daniel looked at me in surprise.

I nodded.

"All right, then."  He turned back to Chris.  "We are."

"So what is it?  Some AI monster like Skynet?"

"Skynet?  Oh — Terminator.  Yeah, something like that."

"What's AI?" I asked.

"Artificial Intelligence, kid."  Chris suspected I was a little retarded.
"As opposed to natural intelligence — which is us."

"Oh."  I thought about it.  "It's really more like supernatural
intelligence.  The Internet is just a place for it to live for now."

"Right.  So, Dan, how'd you make yourself look so ... different?"

"Magic," I answered.  "Daniel's a werewolf and he can do that."

"Oh?"  Chris grinned.  He looked at Daniel.  "I don't remember you having a
tail."

"Tails are out," said Daniel.  "That's last millennium."

Chris' laugh was sheer delight.  "You guys are crazy.  Are you really
brothers?"

"Yep, we are."  Daniel regarded Chris.  "You've got a different look
yourself.  I don't remember the glasses."

"Oh, yeah," Chris adjusted them self-consciously.  "I wear contacts at the
gym."

"Well, then," Daniel raised his beer, "here's to new looks."

"New looks."  Chris laughed again.  He raised his bottle and tossed down a
gulp of beer.  "Right."

This wasn't going any of the ways our host had imagined since he'd gotten
the call from my brother.  He was confused by the changes in Daniel's
appearance, and would have been frightened if he hadn't been distracted by
something else.  When Chris was in junior high he'd had a crush on his best
friend, an Hispanic boy named Matt.  During the summer between eighth and
ninth grades Matt — and Matt's older brother — had been the star
attractions in Chris' jerk-off fantasies.  Matt had gone on to a different
high school, and Chris hadn't thought about him in years.  But he was
remembering him now.  Daniel and I reminded him of the two brothers.  Chris
was caught up in the fantasy of an old dream coming true.

He took another gulp of beer.  "Are you guys hungry?"

"I could definitely eat," said Daniel.  "But I don't have much money on me.
I lost my wallet in the fire."

"There really was a fire?  Skynet bombed your house?"

"Kind of."  Daniel grinned.  The smile was shockingly bright against his
dark complexion.  It was forced, I could tell, but Chris couldn't.

He smiled back.  "I can cover it.  There's an Indian food place nearby that
delivers.  They're good and cheap.  You guys like Indian food?"

"Love it," said Daniel.  I nodded.

Chris fished a take-out menu out of a drawer in the kitchen.  He and Daniel
went over it and decided what to order.  Chris called and placed the order;
they had his credit card on file.

"Should be here in about twenty minutes," he said when he hung up.

He drained the rest of his beer.  "Hey — you guys ever tried absinthe?"

"Why?" asked Daniel.  "You have some?"

"I do."  Chris went to his kitchen and brought back a bottle and three shot
glasses.  "A guy I met turned me on to it a couple of years ago."

He filled the glasses.  "You up to trying this?" he asked me.

"Joey doesn't drink," answered Daniel.

"Really?"

I shook my head.  Dad had loved good scotch, but Mom hardly ever drank.
Lately I'd learned why: Darkness and alcohol aren't always a good
combination.

"Wow, you really are a kid."  He raised his shot glass.

Daniel picked up his.

"Cheers."  They threw them back.

"Those aren't really the right kind of glasses for absinthe," I said.

Chris snorted.  "What — you're in training to be a bartender?"

I shrugged.

He poured himself another shot, then reached across me to slide the one
he'd poured for me over to Daniel.

"One more," he said, "because it's Friday night."

They threw them back again.

Chris stood up and went back into his kitchen.

"No more booze on an empty stomach," Daniel called out.

Chris came back with a bong and a baggie of pot.  "No more booze, but how
`bout a hit before the food gets here?"

"Oh, just pot?  Well, in that case."

Daniel was being sarcastic, but Chris didn't seem to notice.  He filled the
bong, flicked open a cigarette lighter, and took a well-practiced hit.

He slid the bong over to Daniel.  "I assume you don't smoke either, kid?"

"No.  But that's okay.  I don't mind if you do."

He nodded.  "Half a bowl left," he said to my brother.  "Good for your
appetite."

Daniel hesitated, then leaned in to take a hit.  Chris leaned across and
rested his elbow on my knee as he lit the bowl for Daniel.

"Ahhh," our host sat back settled into the couch.  "That's better.  It's
been a bitch of a day."

Daniel grimaced.

"What do you do?" I asked.

"Computer shit.  My company runs servers and data storage.  It's boring,
but the pay's good.  You?"

"Painter," said Daniel.

"Artist, huh?  And you, kid?"

"Just school."

"Right.  Hey, want to hear some music?"

"Sure," said Daniel.

Chris picked up a universal remote and turned on the TV, a big Samsung
plasma.  He pushed a few buttons and a song menu appeared.

"What are you into?"

We listened to music until the food came.  Chris had a pretty nice sound
system.  When the delivery guy knocked on the door I got up and answered.
We ended up eating on the couch, passing the boxes around and eating
directly out of them as we listened to the music.

After the food was gone we sat and listened some more.  Chris poured more
absinthe for himself and Daniel.  They talked about bands and music,
bantering back and forth the way I've seen Daniel talk with his friends.
Chris seemed like the kind of person who could become Daniel's friend:
smart, funny and easy-going.  My brother doesn't like high-maintenance
people.

Underneath the banter, though, there was a building tension.  They were
both a little wasted.  Daniel can handle a lot of alcohol — especially
since the moon gift — and he was hoping that Chris would drink himself
into unconsciousness.  Chris, who was clearly used to drinking a lot, was
hoping Daniel would drink himself into horniness.  That's why he'd brought
out the absinthe; he thought it had aphrodisic properties.

I'd already decided that I'd be having sex with both of them tonight.
Their Darkness would help me with something I needed to do.

"Thanks for putting us up, Chris," I said.

"No problem, kid."

"We didn't mess up your plans for tonight, did we?"

"Nah," he said.  "I was just going to unwind and then go out later."

"Where do you usually go?"

"Different places.  Clubs, sometimes."  He slid me a look.  "Sometimes I
meet a guy online and he comes over."

"Oh.  What kind of guys do you like the most?"

Beside me Daniel stirred slightly.  He was about to say something.  I put a
hand on his leg and squeezed.

Chris's gaze traveled from my hand on Daniel's thigh up my arm to my face.
He smiled.  "I like all kinds."

"Do you like me?"

The puppy-dog eyes turned to me.  His glasses were sliding down his nose,
so I reached out and pushed them back up with my index finger.

He looked surprised, then grinned.  "Sure, kid."

"How about Daniel?"

Chris looked at Daniel.  He tilted his head, the picture of a man giving a
question serious consideration.  "Honestly, I liked him better as a blond.
But now he's got that sexy Italian Stallion thing going for him."

Daniel's dusky cheeks flushed slightly.

"Hey," said Chris, "does that skin-darkening stuff cover your whole body,
or do you have like a bikini line?"

"Everywhere on Daniel's body is darker," I answered.  "He's got more hair,
too."

"Right."  Chris leaned forward.  "Can I see?"

My brother looked at me.

I squeezed his leg again and nodded.

"All right," Daniel grunted.  He stood up and unbuttoned the thrift-world
shirt.  In the TV's beached light the hair on his chest gleamed like oiled
metal wire.

"Woof," Chris grinned.  "That's a lot of hair."

Daniel shrugged the shirt off and draped it over the arm of the couch.  His
muscles flexed provocatively.  They were clenched in distress, but Chris
didn't know that.

"What about you?" Chris asked me.  "You got any chest hair?"

He started to reach for the top button of my shirt —

— and almost faster than the eye could follow Daniel leaned over and
grabbed his wrist.

"Hey!" Chris tried to jerk away but my brother's grip was like an iron
clamp.  It didn't waiver.

"It's okay, Daniel."  I stroked Daniel's arm lightly.  He released Chris'
wrist.

"Only Daniel gets to undress me," I told Chris.

"Ah ... right."  He rubbed his wrist and stared at Daniel, wide-eyed.

"He's really strong," I said.

Chris licked his lips.  "Yeah."

"Will you take off your shirt?" I asked.

He hesitated, then stood up and slipped off his work shirt, draping it over
the couch arm next to him, like Daniel had done.  Underneath he was wearing
a white t-shirt.  He pulled it off and tossed it into my lap.

I looked up the length of Chris' torso.  It was a nice chest.  He was
somewhere between old Daniel and new Daniel in hairiness. The muscles were
beefier, but they weren't as defined and there was a little padding from
fat.  His nipples were larger.

And his erection was sliding down the inside of his pants leg, right in
front of my face.

With the tips of my fingers I touched the place on his pants were the bulge
stopped.

Chris sighed and his cock surged past my fingertips, pushing out on the
fabric.  I bet it was starting to get uncomfortable.

Behind me Daniel growled softly.  He was definitely getting uncomfortable.

I stood up.  "Maybe we all should go to your bedroom," I said to Chris.

"Right."  He grabbed my hand.

I offered my other hand to Daniel.  His darkened eyes burned into mine, but
he took it.  We followed Chris back.

Beside his bed Chris stopped and released my hand.

"Your turn?" he asked, looking at my shirt.

I nodded and turned to my brother.  "This is one of the shirts you bought
me, Daniel.  Do you remember what you said you were going to do to it?"

For a long moment he stood motionless.  His gaze flicked from my face, to
the shirt, and back to my face.  I could feel the tension vibrating through
his body.  Then he moved.  In a flash his hands were on my shirt, gripping
the cloth.  The muscles in his arms bunched.  He jerked and the shirt
ripped apart.  The entire shirt ripped — not just the buttons but the
entire back as well, from collar to shirttail.  My brother slid half of a
shirt off each of my arms.

Behind me I heard Chris suck in a gasp of air.

"Thank you, Daniel," I whispered.  "Don't forget what I said in the car."

I turned toward Chris and let myself lean into Daniel's chest.  The hairs
rubbed against my back as his arms circled my bare stomach.  I grinned at
Chris.

He had repositioned his cock in his pants.  It was a pretty big bulge.

"Are you really brothers?"

I nodded.

"Wow," he licked his lips.  "You guys are crazy."

I brought my hand behind my back and slid it down Daniel's belly, under his
jeans and boxers, to cup his scrotum and flaccid penis.

"Will you take off your pants?" I asked Chris.

Chris sat on the edge of the bed and shucked his socks.  He stood up,
unbuckled his belt, and slid his slacks off.  Underneath he was wearing
navy blue boxer-briefs.  The glistening tip of an enormous erection was
peeking over the waistband.

"Watch," I told him.

I pulled my hands out of Daniel's pants, turned to put my arms around his
neck, and kissed him.  I kissed with a Darkness-laced passion that pushed
everything out of his awareness but me.  My brother's beast, which had been
riled up and jumpy all day, went into sudden heat.

Daniels hands went to my ass and crushed me against him.  His tongue slid
down my throat.  The hairs on his chest and his beard rubbed against my
skin; it was like kissing a rug with a big, wet mouth.

I slid my hands back down to Daniel's crotch.  Now he was hard.  I undid
the buttons on his jeans (Daniel likes button flies) and pushed them down
to his ankles.  Breaking the kiss, I knelt down and pulled his jeans off of
each leg.  Daniel's erection was poking out through the fly in his boxers.
I reached up and grabbed it, holding on like it was a piece of railing as I
climbed to my feet.

Daniel started to reach for me again but I released his cock and stepped
away.  I turned my back on them both and unbuckled the belt on my pants.
Slipping my thumbs under my underwear, I slid them and my pants slowly down
my legs.

The heat of their gazes warmed my backside like two mid-day suns.  They
wanted me.

I moved to face Daniel, my back still to Chris.  Reaching down, I
maneuvered the boxers over his rigid cock.  I slid them down his thighs and
let them fall the rest of the way to the floor.  I looked up into Daniel's
eyes as I stoked his cock and balls.

"Hey, Chris?" I said without breaking eye contact with my brother, "do you
have any lube?"

I followed Chris by sound as he went to his nightstand, opened a drawer,
and pulled something out.  He walked over to me.  Keeping one hand wrapped
around my brother's cock, I held out the other hand.

A bottle of lube plopped into it.  I broke my gaze with Daniel to turn my
head and smile at Chris.  He grinned back.  Our host was having a fantastic
time.

"Go sit on the edge of the bed," I said.

"You're the boss, Kiddo," he said.

I turned back to Daniel.

"Open this, please."  I handed him the lube.

He opened it.  I released his cock and held out my hand.  My other hand
dropped down to cup his balls.  He squeezed a glob of lube onto my palm.  I
wrapped my hand back around his cock and started to jack him, spreading
lube up and down the length of his shaft.  At the same time, I tugged
gently on his balls with my other hand.

"Agh!" Daniel staggered.  He reached up to grab onto my shoulders.

I leaned in.  "I want you to fuck me, Daniel," I said softly.  "Will you
fuck me?"

"Yeah — " he shuddered.  "Okay, Joey.  I'll ... fuck ... you."

"Good."

I looked back over my shoulder at Chris.  He was sitting on the edge of his
bed watching us through his glasses with his puppy-dog eyes.  His mouth
hung open in lust.  Precum flowed in a glistening stream from the tip of
the mammoth cock down to a sopping stain covering the front of his boxer
briefs.  Our host had good self-control; he hadn't touched himself, yet.

"Take off your glasses and lay back on the bed," I told him.

I turned back to Daniel and kept jacking him, sliding my hand slowly up and
down his cock.  Every few strokes I'd stop and rub my thumb over the head.
Daniel breathed in deep, ragged breaths, his eyes half-closed.  His hands
squeezed me tight.  Tomorrow my shoulders might have bruises.

I released Daniel's cock and turned to kneel down in front of Chris.
Without his glasses he didn't notice that I wasn't hard.  I wouldn't be
getting hard.  Tonight wasn't about my own arousal.  It was about theirs,
and how I could use it.

Chris' boxer briefs slid off easily.  I tossed them aside and they landed
on the carpet with a precum-soaked soggy splat.  His erect cock towered
before me.  Taller than Daniel's, and wider at the base, it tapered in a
way that my brother's didn't — a penis version of the Eiffel tower.  It
really was pretty amazing, like a national monument you'd pull over to take
a photo of from the car window.

I grabbed his cock around the wide base and started to lick up and down the
shaft.  It was slick and gooey with all the precum.  Chris' precum tasted
sweeter than Daniel's.

As I licked Chris I felt Daniel settle onto the carpet behind me.  A hand
grabbed my hipbone as his greasy cock-head probed around my asshole.
Daniel was drunk, mad and horny.  He wasn't going to open me up gently
before he fucked me.  I couldn't blame him for it, since it was my fault.

He found my hole and his cockhead pushed in.  It hurt, but not as much as
what I knew was coming next.  Another hand fell on my other hip and he held
me motionless as he threw himself forward.  His cock slammed into me.  I
relaxed my ass muscles as much as I could to minimize the pain.  It would
pass.

As Daniel settled into a steady fuck I licked my way to the top of Chris'
cock, opened my mouth, and swallowed the head.

"Oh ... God," I heard him moan.

I worked my way as far down his cock shaft as I could, which was only about
half way.

"Yeah, kid," Chris sat up; his abs pressed against the top of my head.  He
ran his fingers through my hair.  "That's so good."

Daniel's hands tightened on my waist.  His hips smacked my ass like he was
spanking me, an angry fuck.  He was angry that Chris' hands were in my
hair, that his cock was in my mouth.

The force of the fuck moved through my body.  My head bumped against Chris'
stomach every time Daniel slammed into me.  In my mouth his cock jumped in
time with each thrust.

"God — " Chris moaned, "brothers!"

I grabbed hold of the lower half of his cock with both hands as I sucked.
My head bobbed up and down in rhythm with Daniel's hips.

Daniel growled.  His hands on my waist tightened and the tempo picked up.
There really would be bruises tomorrow.

My body was bouncing all over the place.  Now I was holding onto Chris'
cock just to keep myself from flying around.  My fingers clamped around his
pole.  The head of his cock was bumping back and forth inside my mouth and
I know it was getting knocks from my teeth.  It must have hurt some, but he
seemed to be loving it.  His hands were entwined in my hair, clenching my
scalp and holding my head against the straining muscles of his stomach.

"Arrgh!"  Daniel growled again.  His hips pounded with maniacal fury.
Sweat dripped off of him onto my back.  My ass felt like a red-hot poker
was running through it.

"Oh, God!"  Chris cried out.  His hands clamped onto my head in a
tightening vise.  His battered cockhead swelled in my mouth.

"AUUGH!!"

"GOD!!"

They came together, stabbing into me from both ends, flooding my body.  I
drank them in, taking Darkness with semen, draining them to their roots.  I
didn't want either to get hurt, so I drank their Darkness slowly, sipping
instead of gulping.  It stretched out their orgasms and they hung there,
their bodies wracked in ecstasy, long after their cocks had pumped dry and
they shuddered and dry-heaved into me.

I finished and they fell out of the climax, an air-whistling drop to
profound exhaustion.  Chris just rolled back limply onto the bed, already
asleep.  Daniel collapsed on top of me.  The sweat-plastered hair of his
chest fell across my back like a drenched blanket.  I could feel his heart
slamming in his chest.

"Jesus!" he gasped.  "What the fuck was that?"

"It was an orgasm, Daniel," I said.

"Fuck."  He shuddered.  "Not like any I've had before.  Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but can you pull out now?"

I winced as Daniel pulled out, turning my head so he wouldn't see the
grimace on my face.

"God," he said as he staggered to his feet, "what the hell just happened?
I'm so tired I can barely move."

"It's okay, Daniel.  You just need to sleep.  You'll be okay in the
morning, I promise."

I steered him to the side of the bed and he toppled over.  They would both
be dead to the world for the rest of the night.  That was good; it meant
that I wouldn't be interrupted.


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