Dark Whispers Sheridan and Cain 2009

by Unknown

  Sakurai looked at the cat, now sprawled some distance away, licking itself. He tossed the underwear at the cat. “Take me to him.”

  The cat scrambled to its feet then made its way down the metal ramp that led to the main fire escape catwalk. Sakurai followed him to the floor below his own.

  “Good boy. I’ll help you find something nice and juicy to eat later.”

  The vampire crouched to the left of the window and inhaled the scents of sex and pain. So much pain, both physical and mental. It was like a drug, or the strongest liquor, and he drank it in, shuddering as the power of it washed through his body. He peered in and caught sight of the man through the filmy curtains. Sakurai’s mouth lifted in a smirk.

  So he likes some of my favorite types of playthings, does he? Excellent.

  Sakurai slipped in through the window, his steps making no sound on the carpeted floor. The man lay deep in an exhausted sleep on the bed, covered in nothing but his own ejaculate and surrounded by very choice leather dressings.

  Laughing under his breath, Sakurai grazed his fingertips over the chains and leather straps. The way the collar was designed, it could easily have choked its wearer, especially if the man had panicked. Sakurai closed his eyes, drawing forth the image that had flashed through his mind moments ago as he’d sat on the rooftop. The straps around the man’s sex had clearly been tight enough to make most men whimper in fear and agony, and Sakurai grazed his fingernail over the tip of the man’s cock.

  “What a curious thing you are,” Sakurai said. “How strong you must be . . . for a mortal,” he added with a quirk of his brow.

  He drank in the rush of emotions that flowed from the man, bred by whatever erotic dreams danced through his unconscious mind. Sakurai crawled on top of the mattress, his long hair showering down over the human’s face as he leaned close and stole a taste of the sticky cum from the man’s chin then drank in his dreams . . . .

  Arrested by a tall, attractive policeman, the young man was hauled down to a cell in the bowels of the jail and chained to the wall by both wrists and ankles. The policeman laughed and turned a crank, pulling the chains until the boy’s feet were propped against the wall and he was fairly crouching about three feet from the floor, his ass spread and quite inviting.

  The cop reached around and grabbed the boy’s denim clad cock and squeezed while he took his nightstick and held it against the boy’s ass. The boy groaned, pushed back on the stick and the cop laughed.

  Suddenly they were both naked and the cop now grabbed the boy’s stiff and oozing cock. He squeezed it, slapped it, slapped his balls and jammed two fingers up that oh-so-inviting ass . . . .

  Sakurai grinned as the man on the bed beneath him moaned and writhed. The vampire slid off to the side and coaxed the dream to continue. As he did so he prodded the young man to turn onto his belly then kneel. He took up the large dildo and poised the big head at the young man’s entrance just as, within the throes of the dream, the cop poised his hard cock at the tender opening of the young man’s ass.

  The young man began to push into the dildo, but Sakurai backed off. He shed his clothing then knelt behind the young man, who rocked back. Sakurai slipped once more into his dream and poised the head of his rigid cock at the young man’s entrance, effectively becoming the older man in the dream.

  The policeman gave a wicked laugh. Fuck me, Daisuke. Take it all in. You know you want it. You’ve wanted it a long time now, take it all!

  Daisuke, was it? Such a lovely name for such a lovely young man with such a hot, accommodating body that took him in eagerly. Acting as the cop in the dream, Sakurai plunged his cock into the mortal’s body. He grabbed Daisuke’s cock, jerked it, slapped it, grabbed at his nipples and pulled his hair, then leaned in to nip and suck at his neck.

  The young man’s pain was divine, his passion intoxicating, his body so tight and hot, both willing and tensed in fear. He met each of Sakurai’s thrusts, his balls swinging and heavy. Their bodies collided harder and harder, faster and faster and Sakurai gripped Daisuke’s cock and squeezed, holding on until he felt the boy’s climax peak. With one firm stroke from Sakurai’s hand, Daisuke came, and Sakurai joined him in release. As their bodies emptied, he bit down on the boy’s shoulder and sucked in the hot, sweet blood, so potent with lust and pain that his head swam in a way he hadn’t experienced in ages.

  Daisuke collapsed forward and Sakurai allowed himself the luxury of lying atop him a moment, drinking in the ebbing lustful liquor that flavored his blood, licking away the sweetness of the mortal’s thick cum from his fingers. Sakurai licked the bite marks as well, rather surprised with himself that he hadn’t drained the young man dry. Of course, where would the fun be in that?

  This young man was a treasure. Like a fine cognac, he needed to be sampled again and again.

  Daisuke turned his head, murmuring an unfamiliar name. Sakurai smirked. Soon enough it would be himself and not this Watts person who haunted the young man’s dreams. Sakurai leaned in and kissed Daisuke’s full mouth. “Sleep well, my pet. We’ll play another night.”

  Dark Whispers Sheridan and Cain 2009

  Chapter Three

  “Stupid Dude, go away. It’s my day off,” Dai groaned when his cat licked his face and clawed at his chin, trying to get him to turn over. Dai glared at him through one hair-covered eyed when the cat began to meow in a whiny sort of way.

  “What did you bring in now?” Dai flipped onto his back and groaned as he sat up, putting pressure on his sore ass. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and pulled the leather collar and harness out from under his thigh then leaned over to see what the cat had deposited on the floor. A dead mouse. Great. The cat meowed and rolled onto his back. Dai scratched his belly then stood and picked the mouse up by the tail and tossed it onto the fire escape outside the window. “Thanks, Dude, good collar. A bit of unnecessary violence, but I’m sure the mangy little perp had it coming.”

  Dai stood by the side of the bed and stared at the leather bondage-gear and especially at the big rubber dick. He still couldn’t believe he’d messed with that shit. But damn, it felt good. And thatdream he’d had. He couldn’t remember it in great detail but he knew it had been some weird, weird shit. Poor Watts must be rolling over in his grave.

  Shaking his head, Dai put the collar and harness away then took the dildo to the bathroom to scrub it clean. He put in the sink and lathered his hands to wash it, but scrubbing turned to stroking the thing while he tried to deny the twinge in his ass. He wanted it again. Fuck. Who was he trying to kid? Heneeded it again. He put a bit of warm water in the tub then climbed in, drawing up his knees. He prodded his hole with his fingers. He was still slick inside from all the lube he’d used. He positioned the big dick then slowly pushed it in, deeper and deeper, then pulled it out and did it again, fucking himself to another mind-numbing climax.

  * * * * *

  He was flipping through TV channels and sipping some tea when the phone rang. It was the day shift commander, Ray Watts’s last partner, Dale McAfee. “Matsui get your pretty ass into a suit and scamper down to the Puzzle Palace. Deputy Inspector Diaz with the Organized Crime Task Force wants to see you.”

  “Can’t it wait till tomorrow, boss?”

  “You know the drill—when the mice at headquarters squeak we jump and run their maze.”

  “You know what it’s about?”

  “Not completely, but I hear things from time to time and it seems that one of the Palace Rats may have squealed about certain family associations you have who may be less than one thousand percent law abiding.”

  “They got something on Wei and are trying to tie it to me?” That might explain his brother’s crazy talk about being part of some “Inner Circle.”Shit.

  “I do not know. Chop chop, son. The mice are squeaking even as we speak. I’ll catch you on the flip side.”

  “Yeah, all right.”

  “Hey,” McAfee said. “I hear tell Susie Q was making goo-goo eyes at you last night.�
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  “Yeah well. That’s over and done with. Case closed. Totally.”

  Dai hung up the phone and tossed it on to the couch before trudging back into the bedroom to throw on some decent clothes. He hated those uppity shits in IAB. And to deal with this shit on his fucking day off, no less. Dai caught sight of the dildo on the bed and felt the pleasant ache in his ass all over again.

  Pausing at the end of the bed on his way to the closet, he grabbed the rubber cock and dropped it into the open case on the floor. Some of the other “toys” inside begged to be touched, or better yet, used. Dai pulled out another harness, this one made of woven vinyl ropes.

  Like a jock strap, two of the harness’s loops were clearly meant for his legs to go through, another smaller one to bind his cock and balls together. A tie about as wide as his fingernail ran from the smaller loop to the back of the belt, which held everything in place. A rubber plug about as thick as three of his fingers and just as long dangled from the strap.

  Dai stripped then slipped the harness on, fastening it tightly around his waist and cock. Taking a thick daub of lubricant from one of the tubes in the case, he rubbed it onto the plug and then inserted the piece of hard silicone into his sore opening. His anus clamped around it and he shivered. When his cock tried to respond, the strap tightened and the plug pushed in deeper.

  “Fuck,” Dai whispered, shaking all over. Once he’d caught his breath, he put his brown pinstripe suit on with a black shirt unbuttoned at the collar.

  If he had to take care of some bad business today, might as well make the most of it.

  * * * * *

  Dai was very, very glad the pressure of the harness prevented him from coming because it was his luck to hit every fucking bump New York City’s roads had to offer on the short drive. Not that he was really complaining. It felt good. Damn good, and he couldn’t wait to get back home. There were a couple other things he wanted to try, ideas he’d gotten while cruising the Internet these past few weeks.

  He supposed it was fortunate that the bastards from Internal Affairs pissed him off to the extent that he all but forgot about his erection a minute into the meeting. “You want me to plant a bug on my brother?”

  “Half brother, correct? One who’s got heavy ties to the Chinese mob.” Federal

  Agent Brandt’s lips curled in a sneer.

  “To be honest I don’t know who Wei’s hanging with these days. Ever since I

  went to UC I’ve been too busy to talk to him. Even our mother doesn’t see him that

  much.”

  “Then explain that phone call you made to him on your cell phone last night.” Dai jumped from his seat, ignoring the pain in his cock and ass, and glared at the

  FBI agent. “You monitored calls on my fucking cell? How many fucking laws didyou

  break to do that?”

  “We’ll do what it takes to get close to those who’re bringing a ton of heroin in

  from Hong Kong.”

  “Fucker.”

  Diaz, from the NYPD, motioned for Dai to retake his seat. “Detective Matsui, we

  realize this is difficult for you. Your record on the force has been exemplary and I’m

  sure you’re above ‘looking the other way’ simply because your half brother is

  involved.”

  Dai continued to glare, his hand balling into a fist atop the table “I have never

  compromised my shield or another cop, ever.”

  “Then you realize the need for us to get someone on the inside. No one else has

  been able to get close enough.”

  Turning his venomous look back toward the Fed, he said, “Go to the CO of the

  Fifth Precinct. He’s Chinese; he can get someone to get you in.”

  “I assure you that’s been considered and rejected,” Brandt said. “I won’t do it. There’s no way in hell you can force me. I don’t care if you bust

  me down to walking a beat in the projects again.”

  “Deputy Diaz, could you excuse us a moment?” Brandt asked. Once Diaz left,

  Brandt stared coolly at Dai. “Well Detective Matsui, I think you might care if thisgets

  out.” He placed his briefcase on the table and opened it. Inside was a portable DVD

  player. He opened the lid, switched it on and Dai was greeted with a dark but

  discernable video of himself in his bedroom. He felt the color drain from his face as he

  watched himself put on the collar and harness and start to fuck himself with the big

  rubber dildo. He swallowed hard, unable to tear his eyes form the screen as he watched

  someone come into the corner of the frame. Someone—a guy in a leather coat, black

  boots and black pants and shirt, his waist-length black hair obscuring his face—moved

  fully into view. Dai could only continue to stare as he watched the guy take off his coat,

  unbutton his pants and climb behind him and . . . rape him. But he didn’tlook as though

  he was being raped. He was fucking the guy back, and judging from the sounds he was

  making, liking it.

  “That’s not me,” Dai said between clenched teeth. “I don’t know how the fuck

  you did it but that is not me! I never fucked another guy in my life! I don’t know who

  that is. That’s not my apartment. It can’t be!”

  “Itisyou Detective,” Brandt said quietly, stopping the disc. “And I think we both

  know that.” He popped open the DVD player and removed the disc, handing it to Dai.

  “That’s the only copy.”

  Dai took it and shoved it into his suit pocket. “Like I fucking believe that.” “You should. I’m like you, Detective Matsui. I take my job seriously and I’m a

  man of honor at all costs. I know you’ll do the right thing. I know how hard you

  worked to get where you are. I know about your younger days and how Officer Watts

  helped you straighten out.”

  “Fucker,” Dai muttered.

  “I’m a thorough investigator, Detective, just as you are. I’m authorized to offer

  your brother a deal, so you see it’s only his bosses we really want and you can get them

  for us.”

  * * * * *

  An assassin crawled into the apartment through the air vent.

  Sakurai lay on his back across the width of the twin-sized mattress, the upper half of his body draped over the edge as he dozed, his head hovering a few inches over the floor. The afternoon sun hung ruthlessly over the city and heated up the acres of cement. Not many of the night’s creatures would last more than a moment under this sunlight. Maybe that’s why they thought they could kill him now—a chiang shih would be at his most vulnerable, at his weakest.

  So the assassin had made it into the complex’s ventilation system, weaving through the maze-like ductwork under the mistaken impression Sakurai would be sleeping. Laughing softly, Sakurai followed the creature’s movements with his mind’s eye and sensed it scurrying through the walls like a rat. Then again, maybe the assassin was in the form of a rat to be able to move so quickly through the cramped ducts.

  Now he was really curious. Sakurai traced his neck and throat with a finger while his impatience grew.

  Soon enough, the assassin popped open the grill in the living area just outside the view of the bedroom. The creature caught the grill before the metal could hit the floor, dropping down itself a moment later. The intruder didn’t make a sound any weaker or sleeping vampire would’ve heard, and Sakurai raised an eyebrow, impressed. It came into view and scuttled across the floor, searching, his tiny, deformed body casting irregular shadows as it moved through the shafts of light that squeezed past the edges of the curtains.

  Sakurai watched from his upside-down position, his fingers still toying with his throat as the creature suddenly appeared in the doorway. It crouched against the frame, two sets of amber eyes stacked on top of each other, b
linking in confusion and surprise. Each of its four arms ended in fists that clutched at silver daggers, and its serpentine tail swished behind it.

  “Aren’t you an ugly little fuck,” Sakurai said with a smirk. “What corner of hell might you be from, lovely?”

  The assassin bared its teeth in a snarl and darted forward. Sakurai rolled off the end of the bed as the knives sliced through the mattress and bits of padding and cotton stuffing flew through the air. He landed in a crouch and sprang up as the demon whipped around with a snarl and lashed out again.

  Sakurai grinned at the little beast from across the room, taunting the assassin by blowing it a kiss. The devil became absolutely furious, gnashing its teeth and whipping its tail around. This was too fucking amusing and Sakurai laughed.

  One of the knives sliced through the air, catching him by surprise. He moved instantly, but the blade cut a gash on his right cheek.

  “Fucking nuisance,” Sakurai hissed, wiping the blood away as the wound healed itself. “I’m not in the mood to play.”

  His new “friend” on the other hand . . . .

  The demon crouched low and jumped forward. A tearing sound filled the room as one version of the demon stayed behind, still in the crouched position, and another landed just in front of it. Both demons attacked at once.

  Sakurai stepped back into the living room, dodging their blows with less ease. The little fucks came at him, their blades slicing through his shirt and pricking his skin. As soon as he caught one devil, the other slashed at his side. He heaved them both away only to have them attack again and again.

  Fuck this.

  Sakurai jumped up away from them and landed in the frame of the window over the bar.

  “Enough toying with you,” he whispered. “I have my own tricks.”

  He kept his eyes on the two demons, focusing on them as everything else in the world shifted around him. His body lost all sensation; his ears heard only the sound of his heart beating. He moved forward through this numbing fog, leaving his clothes behind on the bar. When he hit the floor he was no longer in the form of a man.