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Satisfied but still irritated with the night’s events, Sakurai left the club. Something—someone—to relax with was what he needed. Laughing softly as his mood improved, he set off to find his deardai-dai.
* * * * *
Dai got about two blocks from the club when two patrol cars and an ambulance sped past him on 10thAvenue & 6th, sirens blaring. They were headed back in the direction he’d just come from. A bad feeling settling in the pit of his stomach, he flicked
on the scanner and caught the tail of the call.
“10-24 stabbing at theResurrection nightclub possibly gang related.” Shit—an assault had happened in the club, probably right after he’d left.Wei. Dai made a u-turn and sped back to the club.
He flashed his shield to the uniforms setting up crowd control and went back
inside.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he saw the puddle of blood. There was no body and no
sign of Wei. Dai scanned the crowd and caught a glimpse of his brother on an upper
level, standing near the aluminum railing. Pushing his way through the crowd, he
made it to Wei, who seemed to want to disappear all of a sudden. Dai grabbed him by
the back of the jacket. “Not so fast, little bro. What the fuck happened?” “I don’t know. I was up here talking to someone—”
“Who? All of these people who seem not to know you?”
“It was . . . a girl. She got sick and ran to the ladies’ room.”
“That much blood would make anyone sick. What the fuck happened?” “I don’t know!”
Dai let him go and pointed a menacing finger at him. “You stay put.” Trotting back downstairs, Dai hit the lower level in time to hear a shout. “Stop that, you sick little fuck!”
“Grab him!”
“No! You’re the fucking cop; yougrab him!”
Dai pushed his way forward to watch a patrolman and two paramedics staring
open-mouthed at a bone-thin guy on his hands and knees licking the spilled blood from
the floor.
“Christ almighty!” Dai said, lunging forward. He grabbed the freaky little skell
by the belt and a handful of stringy, black hair and lifted him off the floor. “I need it! I need it!” the man wailed, flailing his arms and legs. “I need the
power!”
“You need a fucking psych ward!” Dai glared at the flabbergasted EMTs and
uniformed cop. “Get something to restrain his EDP ass!”
One of the EMTs muttered, “Hang on,” and left the club, presumably to go to the
ambulance and get something. Or maybe to puke. Dai wasn’t feeling so hot himself, not
after all the extremely weird shit that had happened to him lately—and the struggling
freak in his hands wasn’t helping, either.
He pushed the nutcase against the bar and tried to hold him down. The little shit
was strong for being such a sickly looking thing. “Are you on ice, asshole?” Dai shouted
into the man’s ear. Not exactly the most diplomatic method of ascertaining drug use,
but to hell with protocol.
“I need it! I need the blood!” the man cried out again, and Dai remembered his
‘talk’ with Wei over the phone.
Mind readers. Vampires.
“No fuck . . . .” Dai whispered, suddenly a lot more than just ‘weirded out’. For a
wild moment, he considered pulling his gun out of the holster and blowing this thing
under his hands away. He was pissed, freaked, and scared.
“Please, officer, that child is under my care.” A voice slithered in Dai’s ear,
making him jump. “I’m the manager here. I think there’s been a misunderstanding.” Dai turned to look. Weirded out wasn’t even getting close tonight . . . . The guy—he thought it was a guy since it was hard to tell with all the fucking
eyeliner and mascara—gave him a sickeningly sweet smile. “You a fucking doctor?
What the fuck do you mean he’s under your care?”
Dai looked at the little skell who was awfully quiet all of a sudden and was
looking up at the “manager” in the red leather jump suit like he was some god. Mind readers. Vampires.
The paramedics returned and Dai let them coax the guy to the gurney as the
“manager” stroked the kid’s head. “It’s all right. You’ll be fine, just relax.” Dai glared at the rookie cop who was still standing there with his thumb up his
ass. “Get this guy’s info. I’ll be right back.”
He looked up at the balcony but didn’t see Wei. He was about to go up and
search for his brother when two of the local detectives came on the scene. He knew one
from the Academy. What a fucking prick he’d been, and apparently still was. “I thought they canned your ass years ago, Matsui.”
“Don’t you wish?” Dai glared at the asshole. Francis Allen had to be the biggest
shit-eater in the department. Period. He kissed ass left and right, but was one of the
sloppiest mothers on the job and he had cared more about reaching top pay as a
Detective First Grade than actually getting the streets clean. It was no secret, either, that
the prick had something personal against Dai.
“Come again, Matsui?” Allen stepped forward, his grey sports coat tenting
around his thick gut. “You want to start some shit with me?”
Dai clenched his jaw. No way was he taking the bait this time. “Look, this is my
call. I got to the scene first.”
“Aren’t you off-duty tonight? That’s what the uniform outside said.” Allen
squinted at him. “Besides this doesn’t look like the Bronx precinct to me. Does it look
like the Bronx to you, Parker?”
“Looks like Manhattan South to me, Frank.”
Allen smirked. “Matsui, you’re not even supposed tobe here. This ismy part of
town.”
“Fuck you,” Dai said before turning away to look for Wei.
“If you’re looking for your candy-ass brother, Matsui, we took his statement
outside and sent him home.”
Bastards.
“Oh detective,” Allen called. “We needyour statement, too.” He pulled out a
small notebook and began to write, narrating as he did so. “Matsui, Daisuke. Detective
Third Grade—you’re still a bottom feeder aren’t you, Matsui?”
Fuckers.
Dai told them what they wanted to hear then watched as Allen and his asskissing partner went back to the bar where the EMTs were finally wheeling the crazy
skell away.
* * * * *
A light rain was falling when Dai exited the club, and most of the onlookers had gone. Dai caught sight of that Captain Jack looking shithead in the back of the ambulance as the EMT closed the doors. He called out, but when the paramedic turned Dai realized there was no one in the back of the bus with the skell but the other EMT.
“Where you taking him?”
“Where do you think?”
Asshole. Dai watched as the bus pulled away. He squinted and swiped the wet
hair out of his eyes, certain he saw Captain Jack through the small rear window. Vampires.
Yeah. Right.
Dai went back to his car and cruised the neighborhood and then Chinatown,
hoping to catch Wei Wei. Of course he was nowhere to be found and he didn’t answer his cell, either. Stupid little shit.
Not in the mood to go home just yet, Dai kept driving, taking all the side streets and lesser-traveled areas that he knew. He headed out of the city proper and onto the expressway, numbly watching the reflection of lights on the wet blacktop. He punched the button on the CD player and turned up the volume as his favorite Asian rock CD poured out the perfect song for driving and leaving all the day-to-day shit behind.
/> He sang along softly in Japanese, losing himself in the solitude until he turned off the highway and hit the small access road to the tiny, secluded beach Watts had often taken him and Wei to so they could fish. The same beach they’d gone to that night after he graduated college, the night he wanted to tell Watts how he felt.
Dai stopped the car and cut the engine. He rested his head on his hands atop the steering wheel.
I love you like a son, Daisuke.
Fuck.
With a sigh, Dai sat up. He was about to get out of the GTO when the unmistakable sound of a growl traveled to him from the back seat.
Dai glanced up into the rearview mirror. “Oh shit!” A huge black dog—no a wolf was in the back seat.
He reached for the gun in his holster, and maybe blinked once. The wolf was suddenly gone and a man sat in its place.
“Platonic love is so . . . empty, ehdai-dai?”
The blood rushed straight to Dai’s cock when he heard that voice, his heart started hammering at his chest like it wanted to punch through. The man looked like the one from the video . . . sounded like him . . . .
And he was completely naked.
“Who the hell are you?” Dai shouted at the mirror, not wanting to turn around to actually see the man in the flesh. Oh, but he could feel him . . . Sakurai. That was his name. Jesus, how did he know that?
“Have you ever fucked back here?” Sakurai asked with a grin, strands of long hair falling across his eyes and face.
“What?” Dai’s eyes widened.
“You haven’t, have you?” The other man pressed a hand to his forehead and laughed wildly.
“Get out of my car,” Dai demanded.
Sakurai sat up and wrapped his arms around the passenger seat headrest, pressing his cheek on the leather as he stared at Daisuke. “Thereis a scent of sex in here, but it’s years old. And it doesn’t smell of you.”
Dark Whispers Sheridan and Cain 2009
Chapter Six
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Most call me Sakurai, but certain special people are permitted to call me Liu.” “Fuck you.”
“You did, as I recall, and rather enthusiastically.”
Dai felt his temperature spike, as much from anger as remembrance, and Sakurai
laughed. It was a filthy, deep and throaty laugh that made Dai’s heart race. “You’re a fucking Fed. I know it.”
Sakurai breathed an exaggerated sigh. “No, I’m afraid I’m not.”
“Where did you come from?”
“Japan, originally. Oh, you mean this evening? Well that’s my little secret.”
Dai clenched his teeth until his jaw ached.
Look at me, Daisuke.
Dai glanced at Sakurai’s reflection in the mirror. He hadn’t opened his mouth yet he could hear his voice as clear as day.
Look at me. Now.
Dai shifted, his cock stirring in response to the authoritative tone, and returned his gaze to the rearview mirror.
“He didn’t love you like a son, Daisuke, he loved you like a man and many times he sat in this back seat and masturbated, imagining what it would be like to bury himself deep in your pretty virgin ass and fuck your brains out . . . . Alas, Raymond Watts never forcibly took what he wanted. I, on the other hand . . . .”
Dai clenched his free hand into a fist. “You don’t know shit. Don’t you dare talk about Ray that way.”
Sakurai laughed that filthy, seductive laugh again.
“Like you weren’t moaning his name last night.” Sakurai leaned back against the seat, running his fingers over his throat and down his chest.
Dai dropped his gun, his hands shaking so badly he couldn’t keep a grip on the weapon. He jerked his head around. “Shut the fuck up!”
Sakurai laughed again.
“Talk dirty to me—I like it,” he purred. His fingers traced a path farther below his waist, skimming his abdomen and the full length of his stiffening cock. “Though, I could teach you better things to do with that filthy mouth.”
Dai faced the windshield again. An image of that woman tied to the cross and being whipped came into his mind only to be wiped clean when Sakurai laughed yet again.
“You did enjoy that little display, didn’t you?” He flicked his long hair back with a quick motion of his hand and scratched at his neck again. “Amateurs. Pathetic rank amateurs, the lot of them. They know nothing of what it means to teach true obedience.”
He shifted on the seat and leaned forward, his hot breath skimming Dai’s ear. “But I know all about making people obey.”
Dai swallowed and tried not to shiver when Sakurai’s tongue flicked out to skim that place where his ear joined his neck.
Undo your pants. Now.
Before he knew what he was doing, Dai was reaching down and touching himself over the front of his jeans. God—he was so hard. It would feel great to tug down the zipper, to rub his cock . . . .
He shook his head, freeing himself from the thrall that had temporarily gripped him. “Wait a fucking second—don’t you dare do that—don’t you dare get inside my head again!”
Dai struggled to push all his erotic thoughts and desires out of his mind. He bent down, retrieved the gun and shakily pointed it over the edge of the seat. “Stop fucking with me!”
Sakurai laughed. “Oh dear boy, I haven’t evenbegun to do that.”
He grabbed Dai’s wrist and pulled his hand farther over the seat then leaned forward and licked the barrel of the Glock, his eyes never leaving Dai’s. With a smirk, he placed the barrel in his mouth and began sucking on it then pulled back, his tongue swirling around the end like he was teasing a cock.
Dai wished it washis cock. Oh God . . . .
With a gleam in his red-tinged eyes, Sakurai sat back, his arm resting lazily along the rear dash. “You amuse me greatly, Daisuke. I look forward to teaching you so many things.”
The ache between Dai’s legs swelled until his vision actually blurred. Sakurai may have been giving the gun the blow-job, but Dai had felt each hot stroke of tongue right on his own cock.
“What if I don’t want to learn anything from you?” he panted, containing the urge to rub his free hand over the bulge pushing against the front of his pants. He returned the man’s stare, unable to break eye contact even if he’d wanted to. The depth in Sakurai’s eyes was endless, a fiery, unnatural glow burning within that alarmed and aroused Dai in ways he’d never imagined.
“Maybe you’d like to try and teachme something then.” Sakurai smiled playfully, seductively. And damned dangerously, too. “You’ve got quite a collection of fun toys.”
“Youare a fucking Fed,” Dai grumbled.
Sakurai laughed. “Haven’t we been through this, Daisuke? I am what I am. I am chaing shih.”
“Vampire. Yeah sure you are. Lying fuck—”
In an instant, Dai was hauled back over the seat, Sakurai’s hand clutched around his neck, his throat aching from lack of air and the pressure the other man exerted.
“Don’t mock me,” Sakurai said in that low tone that crept along Dai’s spine. “You amuse me but that can change very quickly.”
He squeezed and Dai felt his windpipe give. He gasped. The world began to turn black around the edges.
Dai was released and he fell forward, face down onto the seat. He heard the rear door open and by the time he pulled himself up Sakurai was gone.
Gasping for air, Dai kneeled on the leather seat and rubbed at his bruised neck. He looked out the door at the dark, empty beach, feeling an ache in his balls like he’d been stopped before hitting his climax.
“Get back here!” he called out hoarsely. He kicked at the door before letting out a frustrated cry that left his throat raw.
What was wrong with him? Christ! He kept asking himself the same question over and over again. Did he believe Sakurai was a chiang shih? A vampire? Did he believe they’d fucked? That he wanted to do it again? That he would’ve kissed that motherfucker before he’d a
lmost lost consciousness a few minutes ago?
Dai rubbed himself through his pants until he was about to come. He knew the answer to all those questions already—yes.
He didn’t love you like a son Daisuke, he loved you like a man . . . . Sakurai’s voice echoed in his ears and he sat up, gasping and trembling all over. “Why didn’t you tell me, Watts?” Dai leaned forward and pressed his forehead to the back of the seat.
* * * * *
A uniformed cop banged on the car with his nightstick. Dai blinked against the cop’s bright flashlight and straightened slowly. “I’m NYPD. I have my shield right here.”
“Hands where I can see them.”
Dai put his hands on the dashboard and went through all the obligatory steps to
verify his identity.
“You okay?” the patrolman asked once Dai was out of the car and had presented
his proper ID.
“Yeah. It was kind of a fucked up night, that’s all.”
The cop returned the Glock to Dai. You sure you’re okay?” he asked again, his
gaze on the gun Dai tucked into his holster.
“I didn’t come out here to eat it. It was uncomfortable pressing against my back,
that’s all.”
The cop nodded. “Take it easy, then.”
“Sure. Thanks.” Dai stretched the soreness out of his back then pulled out his cell
phone and called in sick. He couldn’t help but smile as the shift commander made a big
production number about it. He shouted to whoever was nearby that the world must
surely be coming to an end because Detective Matsui was actually using one of his
allotted sick days.
“I’ll catch ya later, McQueen,” Dai said, flipping the phone shut. He opened it
again and hit Wei’s number. As expected, no one answered. He got into the car and
drove.
* * * * *
In a very pissy mood, Sakurai stalked across the beach and to the strip of businesses across the freeway. Not that Daisuke wasn’t amusing. But the mortal was turning out to be a little more . . . difficult about things than Sakurai had expected.
But of course that could prove to be fun, too. Sakurai smiled to himself as he stepped around the back of one of the stores and pried open the door by twisting the steel lock out of place. The sharp ring of an alarm pierced the night, but he found the sensor at the top of the door’s frame and ripped it off. The annoying sound was silenced and he kicked the door closed behind him, still musing over his new playmate.