Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2003 10:27:08 -0600
From: Michael Yost <myost@charter.net>
Subject: Real World Chapter 35

"Pete if we take Josh into our coven do you realize you would have to share
him?  He wouldn't be yours anymore he would belong to all of us," Ovid said,
pulling his  snow damp shirt over his head, putting Pete's hand to his  naked
chest.  Pete's eyes widened. He left his hand on Ovid's chest. The city lights
stretched out before them.  A fresh,   light snow tossed about, falling
sparkling in the city lights.

"And you're implying I belong to you too," Pete said shrinking away Ovid,
"Fine, if there is no other way,  I want Josh to be my first lover, then Emil,
then Lena,  then you're last, dead last on my list."

"Long as I'm on the list," Ovid laughed.

"Ovid beak your coven rules for me, I'm begging you not as a potential lover,
but as your friend.."

Tenderly kissing Pete's lips, looking reflectively out into the night, Ovid said
thoughtfully" Go ahead and ask him."

In another part of town, looking like a animated explosion of black and white,
Christov strolled amongst the high rise buildings, the quant clubs and taverns.

"Christov?" a puzzled voice said behind him.

"What do you want?" Christov said in his toughest, street, wise-guy voice.
Turning around, he said in shock, "Detective Mayers?"

Christov couldn't believe his past was standing there gawking at him.  The young
muscular  detective he knew thirty years ago was now a trim, handsome man in his
sixties His dark hair was a carefully combed out thick mop of gray.  His
handsome face was obscured by a pair of dark glasses, his well cared for body
was dressed in an expensive gray suit, and a trench coat.

"You, you, a cop,"" Christov babbled at his old customer who had also been his
partner forcing  him to turn  informer against the drug dealers in is
neighborhood.

"You know I'm a cop. You called me by my name.  You used to call me Rick,"
Detective Mayers said mildly, hiding his shock.

"I don't like mother fucking cops named Rick, never have never will," Christov
sneered his head souring to dangerous heights, "I heard about you out in the
streets.  Now if you will excuse me I have  appointments."

"I'm sure you do," Detective Mayers said politely, his clean masculine scent of
after shave and soap clung to his snow sprinkled trench coat.  Throwing a
surprised Christov against a car, Mayers took out a pair of handcuffs.  Mayers
deftly handcuffed Christov's hands behind his back.  Professionally his hands
patted against Christov's body till they came in contact with his crotch. There
Meyer's hands lingered a longer than necessary.

"I didn't do anything!"  Christov whined. Then he snapped out of his moment of
dajavue thinking, As soon as were alone, I'm so going to tear this guy a new ass
hole.

"Do I have to do this the hard way?" Meyer's said, "I could take off the cuffs
and buy you a cup of coffee. " Before he knew what he was doing Meyer's pressed
Christov against the warmth of his coat.

"Stop slobbering on me!! You like handcuffs didn't you? You're even a cop in
bed," Christov yelled actually blushing, remembering nights Mayers would
handcuff his mortal body to a bed post.  How surprisingly gentle the cop had
been.  How he slowly would coax him with his  hands, mouth and cock  to shudder
with  a frenzy  of pleasure no matter how hard he tried not to feel anything.

"Crap!!" Christov yelled, shaking indignantly.

"Sorry, you look so cold.  You're just like him.  He'd  go out every night half
naked, too.  It didn't matter if it was raining, snowing. He didn't care. I
loved him" Mayers said stroking Christov's wincing  face with his fingers, "And
he didn't care.  I knew the shit was tempting fate.  Wanting to die.  Thank God
I always insisted on wearing a condom when ever  I mounted him even after I had
him get tested and he came out clean.  Probably dead with AIDS by now.  Probably
how he wanted to end it."

"Who didn't care?" Christov moaned, knowing fully well who Mayers was talking
about.

"Let me buy you a coffee and a hot meal.  Roxy's makes a mean hot roast beef
sandwich.  We can talk."


"I'm busy with appointments to keep," Christov growled.

Then you're under arrest for prostitution."

"No, I'm not. I'm having coffee and a sandwich with you. I can't very well do
both. Can I?" Christov spat out.

"No you can't," Mayers said uncuffing  Christov,  "After you."

Hesitating for a moment his vampire instinct screaming alarm bells inside his
head,. Christov went inside Roxy's knowing Mayes was behind him checking out his
ass.

 Henri waited a while then he followed them inside.  Henri quickly took the
darkest corner he could find in the resturant.

"The man I was in love with," Mayers mused, "He could have been your father,
maybe he was. Do you know of a guy named Christov?"

"Nope, never heard of him."

"I doubt if Christov could have fathered a child, not by a woman in the a normal
way. He was kind of a woman hater."

"I was not, I mean if he was a pro like me he probably didn't like the
competition," Christov cried, scrumming in his seat.

"Maybe he donated his sperm," Meyers said reflectively.

"I didn't, I  . . . wouldn't do a thing like that, I mean!!" Christov cried
flustered.

"It wasn't always bad between us was it Christov?" Meryes said in a dreamy tight
voice.

"I'm not this person you keep calling Christov  Stop hassling me!'

"Right of course not. Remember when we spent our first and only Christmas
together?  I bought Chinese take out.  It was fun.  We were both so exhausted.
We both sat around in your, I mean his thread bare apartment watching my
television I brought over. We didn't say a word all  night long. I bought him
bags of groceries. And a goose down comforter for his bed."

"Strange gift," Christov said indifferently "to give to a whore."

"We got under it, he was tense waiting for me to make my move. I knew he was
tied and wasn't up to it.  Some trick  busted him up really good.  I surprised
him by keeping my hands off him  Even when I insisted on giving him a bath I
didn't touch him except to soap up his bruises.  I made a huge production about
tucking him in. Giving him aspirin.   He looked so peaceful once he finally fell
asleep. It was always cold in his place.  Like a grave.  He snuggled up to me in
his sleep.  I stole a kiss off  him.   I felt like the luckiest bastard born."

"He refused to move in with you once again didn't he?" Christov said coldly.

"He insisted  on being on  my pay roll. He took all the luck away from that
night."

"Did you hit him?"

"We had a fight. I was frustrated.  The stress which goes along with my job.  I
was frustrated with him. I ended up slapping him.   He hit me back. Drew a knife
on me.  Almost stabbed me in the gut if I hadn't have stepped back in time. He
went postal on me."

"You drew a gun on him."

"Yes, I hit him with it.  I was angry with the punk.  Hitting a cop. How stupid
can you get? Out of self defense  I drew a gun on him. How can you love someone
and hate and resent them all at the same time?"

"You tell me I wouldn't know.  Did you like fucking him with your gun in his
face?"


He knew I wouldn't have shot him."

"Just like he knew you wouldn't hit him," Christov said sullenly.

"I only played with him that one night.  He deserved it for being suicidal
enough to draw a knife on me. He demanded I pay him afterwards..  I did.  I was
insulting us both.  After he got his money  the scary thing was he laughed,   he
was all calm, his anger disappeared.  Nothing touched that bitch.  Nothing.
Only hard ons  and money mattered to him."

Christov leaned back, remembering after the fucking  was over.  His body
sprawled out on the floor.  Mayer's zipping up his pants, lighting up a
cigarette.  Mayer's young face hard and cold,  angry, sad  tears falling down
his face, telling  him he deserved it.  Putting his gun back into his shoulder
holster. Later Mayers came back with flowers of all things, telling him he loved
him.  And  he was sorry, begging him if he would only listen to him, really
listen to him, he would understand how he felt about him, and his nights of
being abused by tricks would soon be over.  The night ended up in bed as usual..

 "You're right,  he's probably dead. Hookers like him don't stay alive long, "
Christov said, getting up  from his seat, only to to Mayers grab his arm.  Not
wanting to make a scene with so much two legged food around Christov allowed
himself to be forced back into his seat.

"The last time I saw Christov he was hanging around this sissy blond," Mayers
said.  His eyes angrily caressing the slender brunette sitting across from him.

Seething, Henri hid his head behind a menu.

"I have no idea what he saw in that girlie bitch.  All decked out in pearls and
ruffles, he looked like my kid sister."

Still hiding behind the menu Henri took off his pearls. Glad for the heavy
jacket he was wearing hiding his ruffled shirt.

"And that stupid walking stick he always carried.  Going around like he was some
lady boy. I always thought Christov was a bottom. Even though he bitched and
whined when I was fucking telling me  he was a top.  He had this skinny ass.
Holding it up in the air, cursing the whole time under his breath. Then he'd
sweet talk me.  The bitch. Guess he was fucking the blond the whole time he was
fucking me.    He was a good whore.  Had me fooled. He stopped talking money
from me  after a while.  We were lovers.  At least that's what he told me. I
wanted him to know we were partners.  I'd take him out to dinner afterwards.
he'd put a ton of sugar in his coffee,  just like you're doing now."

Nervously, Christov noticed Henri sneaking out of the cafe.

Christov blinked his eyes.  There siting across from him was a handsome, dark
haired man. His young face holding a just lit cigarette. 'You love me.  It's not
bullshit?  It's not all about what we  do in bed?.  I'll  buy a house.  I'll
keep you there.'

Christov could remember himself say, 'It's not bullshit.  How many time do I
have to say it?   I love you. '

Christov blinked again, sitting across from him was Mayers back in his old age.

"I guess he wasn't  telling me the truth about being in love with me.  He must
have ran off with that lady boy in velvet .  He must have been working him and
didn't want to tell me because he was afraid of what I would do to him if I knew
he was planning on leaving me.  I should have known something was up when he
stopped asking for money. I guess they're a couple of old farts like me now,
keeping house.  Christov was getting too old to push his pussy. I could have
given that bastard a wonderful life.  I bet he cheats on Goldilocks too."

"Ah, " Christov moaned, "Didn't you ever find someone else?"

"Not like Christov. Sure,  I had partners for sex.  No one I fell in love with.
Something about him. I'm here on special assignment.  The body of a mutilated
girl was found in an alley. Who ever killed her had Jack the Ripper expertise.
Funny, this seems like stepping in a time machine, When I knew Christov and what
was that blonde's name?  Henri.  There was dead mutilated bodies showing up too.
Know any blondes?"

"Not not like the blond you described," Christov said shortly.

"Funny thing is once Blondie and Christov disappeared the murders stopped.
Who knows maybe Christov buried some where. Worms making holes in him.  Maybe
the blond killed him.  I doubt it. I shot this guy  Roscoe who informed on
Christov. I thought the guy ruined everything. Blew my case right out of the
water.   Christov took off running.  Gossip on the street was a hit man from the
drug cartel killed Christov to keep him from telling more about their
operation.   I won't believe he's dead.  Christov's out there some where.
Laughing about how he played me for a chump. I want you to keep an eye out for
me on anything suspicious.  I'll make it worth your while."

Sliding a hundred dollar bill Christov's way, Mayer's ran his hand through his
crisp gray hair, "Come to my motel room. Spend the whole night."

"No," Christov spat out bitterly, "Not for all the money you got."

"Then you're spending the night in jail," Mayers said simply,  taking the bill,
crumbling it up in his hand, "What's the problem whore?  You want to give it
away for free when all the boys check out your pretty face and your ass in your
nice, comfy cell?   Maybe they'll at least pay you in cigarettes.  I'm that
repugnant to you?  You'd risk being ass fisted in jail?"

"I'll go to your room," Christov cried exasperated, feeling mortal, feeling
trapped, remembering that was how he got into his mess with Mayers in the first
place, persuading him not to arrest him in exchange for sex.

Christov shook his head, remembering Mayers taking him to his house.  The hand
cuffs pinching his wrists.  Mayers threw him to his bed,  roughly pulling down
his jeans burying his head in his naked crotch.  The cop gave him a clumsy blow
job, gagging on his cock, till he told Mayers to take it slower, to use his hand
on the base of his cock, to squeeze it firmly.  Mayers complied, licking the
length of it, slowly working the large cock into his virgin mouth, pumping his
mouth on it slowly till he made Christov cum.  Christov slid to his knees, he
had to admit Mayers had a healthy piece of meat on him, he took the rounded head
into his mouth, his hands still handcuffed behind him.  Slowly he mouthed the
cop's cock, working it, putting subtle then hard pressure on it till it pumped
cum into his mouth.  He rolled away from the young cop.

"Ok take the cuffs off me," Christov said, "Were even"

"No way are we even.  You would have spent the night in jail," Mayers said,
grinning a masculine smile at at him.  Going into his bathroom,  he returned
with Vaseline and a condom.

"No, forget it, I don't do that," Christov panted, trying to push Mayers away
from him with his legs.  Mayers  rolled him on his stomach. Christov felt his
legs being pulled apart spread eagled.  Mayers unrolled the condom onto his
pulsing hard cock.  Greasing his cock with the Vaseline, he shoved it inside
Christov's hole.  Christov muffled a scream, he breathed through his mouth.
Mayers prodded him, fucking him as hard as he could, playing with Christov's
hardening dick.  Christov felt sperm wet inside him. His prostrate throbbing,
giving him an orgasm.

"I have to use the men's room," Christov wheezed after Mayer's pulled his cock
out of him,  "You have one, little boy?"

"Use it.  You probably need to  drown some pubic hair lice," Meyers said,
pulling Christov up by his hand cuffs, taking him inside his bathroom, placing
him on the toilet.

Doing his business, Christov face flamed up angrily, "I have to fucking wipe.
Will you please uncuff me?"

"I can manage that,"  Mayers said, wiping a cringing Christov clean.  Pulling
him back into the bedroom, Meyers threw him on the bed.

"You owe me extra for cleaning me out," Christov snarled.

"You were so full of shit I did you a favor," Mayer's laughed.

"We're even now," Christov said angrily, kicking at Mayer's face.

"Hell no," Mayers said, taking lotion he rubbed  it into Christov's body,
rubbings his feet, massaging his back, caressing and pinching his nipples,
masturbating his cock with the lotion. Christov opened his legs up wide,
sighing  like a cynical cat, letting Mayers have the privilege of probing and
licking  his body.    Mayers hard cock ended up fucking him all night long.
Christov ended up waking up to the scent of sex, sweat, cigarette butts, coffee,
and scrambled eggs.  The hand cuffs gone from his wrists.

"I thought you could do with some breakfast.  Orange juice?" Mayers said as
Christov entered the kitchen.

Taking a cautious sip of coffee, Christov relaxed in the chair,  "What no
sugar?"

"Here," Mayers said,  handing him the bowl.

"You took way too many liberties last night.  I'll send you my bill."

"You think so,? Meyers said, his eyes twinkling. "The way I see it I saved you
from spending a lot of nights in jail."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's just say your immune from arrest now at least for hooking.  Kill someone
that's a different story."

Nibbling on the eggs, Christov feeling awkward, he said to his handsome, well
built tick, "So how's the cop business going?"

 Meyers ended up telling him his life story. About growing up a spoiled and
affiant.  Disappointing his oil rich family by deciding to be a cop.  Dealing
with hiding being  bisexual,  Meyers enjoyed the sympathetic responses  Christov
gave him over coffee  The relief he felt finding someone he could talk to, have
sex with held Mayers in a thrall,  making the slim brunette the most important
person in his life.  After using his shower,  Christov put him on notice he was
only allowed one bondage  fuck a night,  and he would never spend the night at
his place again.

It was great at first, Christov thought staring at the old man across from him,
I even thought you and I were friends. Then the lightly veiled threats started
after I refused to move in with you and I ended up doing you  favors in your
police work.

Christov's stomach turned, remembering Roscoe's brains splattering against the
wall, half his face missing when Mayers's learned he was going to tell the drug
cartel Christov was the snitch.

"Listen, I do have an appointment, I can't break it.   He's my bread and butter
client. A regular. Give me a break," Christov whined to the old man.

"Tough. He'll just have to understand.  Now let's  go to my car.  What's your
name?"

"Ken like in doll,' Christov said sharply.

"Eat your sandwich first."

"No," Christov growled.

"I said eat it.  You're thin.  You look sickly."

"Fuck you," Christov growled, tipping his glass of water on the sandwich.

"Doper. I might have known. I bet if I looked on the inside of your thighs I'd
find a jungle of needle marks. Christov hated drugs," Mayers said disappointed,
"And your probably got HIV up you pretty ass too. No problem that's what condoms
are for," Mayers said stuffily, hungering to touch and hold what part of him
believed was only a memory personified in the angry young man,  "When we're
together I want to call you Christov."