Indian Blood Moon
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by Jaxx Steele
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Small town reporter Dante Tyler lives his mundane life wishing for something more. When he is sent to cover a Halloween party for his newspaper he finds that the most horrible encounter of his life turns out to be the best thing that ever happened to him.
eBook Publisher: Phaze, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: November 2009
18 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [59 KB]
Reading time: 33-46 min.
Dante left early on Friday but still ran into heavy weekend traffic. He arrived in Chicago in three and a half hours instead of the two it usually took. After settling into his hotel, Dante hurried to dress. The directions Mr. Evans gave him ran alongside the river to a small town on the outskirts of Chicago. Driving along the dark road, the area seemed deserted until he spotted the lights of the parking lot of a building coming into view on his left.
One lamp on both sides of the parking lot and the glowing windows on the first and second floors were the only sources of light Dante had to park to. He could hear the music as he left his car and approached the establishment. The day's weather was mild for late October, but being close the water made the night air crisp and cool. Dante pulled his cloak around his shoulders and looked at the directions again.
"You look a little confused. Are you deciding whether or not to attend the party?"
Dante spun around to the silky male voice questioning him. The man it belonged to was beautiful. There was no other way of describing him. He was just as tall as Dante, but his physique looked more slender than Dante's own bulky torso, under the black cape he wore. His clean shaven face appeared pale against his dark hair and the moon's bright shine made his light eyes almost glow. He was the epitome of dark and mysterious. The man's intense gaze was steady and heated Dante's core as he tried to find his voice to answer his question.
"Uh, no, I'm going inside. I was just standing here checking out the building."
The man smiled and Dante caught a glimpse of pointed teeth in his mouth.
"Excellent, I look forward to seeing you inside then. I am Magnus."
"Hi, I'm Dante. Nice vampire costume."
Magnus' grin widened. "Thanks, shall we?" He walked ahead of him to knock on the door.
A princess opened the door almost immediately and the music washed over them as they walked inside. Dante and the handsome stranger stood in the foyer taking in the sights and sounds.
"I am glad you decided to come. I'm sure we will run into each other again," Magnus said close to Dante's ear.
The erotic shivers that slivered down Dante's spine as the man spoke to him made his cock harden. He watched Magnus walk away and disappear into the crowd before turning into a small room near the door. A woman dressed as Elvira relieved him of his cloak and his ticket, then he joined the sea of people mixing and mingling.
The costumes around him ranged from the macabre to erotic. Dante felt like his costume was a little out of place as he slowly moved through the people. The long sleeve white shirt he wore fit smoothly around his wide chest and wide cuffs hung over his hands. A long V opening in front had white satin cord crisscrossing through it showing peeks of the hair on his chest and tight abs. His black pants stretched around the large muscles in his thighs and buttocks and stopped at his knees where long white socks continued to cover the rest of his legs. Dante smoothed invisible wrinkles from his shirt nervously and adjusted the long plastic sword that dangled from his side and continued to the bar across the room.
"Yes, sir, what can I get you?" the bearded lady behind the bar asked over the music.
"How much are the drinks?"
"The drinks are complementary. What can I get you?"
Dante smiled. "Well in that case, give me a top shelf Long Island Iced Tea."
The bearded lady nodded and Dante scanned the crowd, bobbing his head to the beat of the music until he felt the soft thud of a glass near his arm.
"Thanks. By all the cars in the parking lot, I thought there would be more people in here, but the dance floor isn't that crowded," Dante told the bartender before taking a sip from his glass.
"This isn't the dance floor, this is just the bar area," he/she explained with a rough laugh. "The main dance floor is that way."
Dante followed the fat finger of the bartender, nodded his thanks and headed in that direction. He stood in the doorway and smiled. A strobe light flickered on the wall over the DJ's table and a small disco ball hung over the large dance floor. The colored lights along the ceiling pointed to the mirrored ball and bathed the crowd on the dance floor in tiny rainbow circles.
Dante sipped his drink and danced into the room toward an empty seat. From his new spot he could see the entire room. Scanning the area carefully, he made mental notes of every sight and sound for his article. As he lifted his drink to take another sip and he spotted Magnus through the dancers. He no longer wore his cape and Dante had a much better look at him, but his first impression of the man was unchanged. In fact, it was enhanced!
Magnus stood at the opening to the room that Dante just left. He wore black leather pants that left little to the imagination and a snug fitting long-sleeved button down black shirt. He leaned casually on the door with his own drink in hand. The flashing lights lit up his face showing high cheekbones and finely chiseled features framed by his dark hair. He turned his head to look around and Dante got a good look at his strong jaw line and the black circular earring hanging from his left ear. Something had obviously caught Magnus' attention. Dante followed the man's gaze curiously. Seeing nothing that interested him, Dante brought his eyes back to Magnus to find him looking at him.
The music seemed to lower and the space between them developed a tunnel vision effect. Dante no longer noticed anything around him. All he saw were the silvery eyes across the room calling to him. Lights danced in them making them sparkle. They were like no eyes he had ever seen, entrancing him.
The tingly sensation of arousal started to build in his groin, making him warm from the inside out. Dante pulled in an unsteady breath at the realization of the feeling that had nothing to do with his drink. He desperately wanted his drink to wet his suddenly dry mouth, but he was unable to move to bring the glass to his mouth.
Dante watched the sexy man suck on the straw in his glass as his intense stare bore into his soul. Suddenly Magnus stood up off the wall and walked away from the door. The rapidly blinking lights in the room made it look as though he moved in slow motion. Dante's gaze followed him as he disappeared into another door covered by a heavy blood red curtain, but not without a deliberate backwards glance at him. With Magnus out of his line of sight, the trance his extreme stare had on him broke. Finally able to blink, he shook his head hard before turning away and looking at his drink.
"Man, I definitely have to mention how good the atmosphere and drinks are at this party in my article," he muttered with a chuckle.
Dante sat back in his chair and continued to scan the crowd. His gaze returned to the room that Magnus disappeared into several times. Suddenly someone plopped down on the sofa next to him, causing Dante's head to snap in that direction.
"Hey! Great party, huh? Are you having a good time?"
The woman was pretty in her black and emerald green Victorian style dress. She was out of breath and Dante could see sweat glistening on top of her heaving breasts.
"Yeah, it's cool so far, but I just got here a little while ago," he answered. The woman nodded and fanned herself with a silk fan she carried. "Have you been here for a while?"
"Yes, I got here earlier in the evening."
"Do you know what's behind that red curtain?"
The woman looked where Dante nodded and smiled. "Sure, that's the VIP section. I didn't get a ticket for that part so I haven't been in there, but I have heard people talking about it. They say it's really live in there," she added with a lecherous wink.
Dante looked at the room again and emptied his glass. "Well, I have a VIP ticket."
The woman's eyes widened. "Really? Why are you still out here? People are saying it's worth the extra money," she urged excitedly.
And the mysterious Magnus is in there, too.
Dante set his glass on the small table near the sofa as he stood. "Well, you've sold me. I'm going to head on in there. Thanks for the info."
The woman waved at him as he walked toward the curtained room. Inside was like night and day from the party held on the other side. A woman sat on a tall stool just inside. She wore a black and white satin bustier and black skirt. The skirt barely covered her thighs showing off her black thigh-high stockings as she crossed her legs. Smiling broadly, she let her hand linger on Dante's as she accepted the VIP pass he presented.
"Welcome," was all she said for a greeting and she winked at him as he continued passed her.
Dante walked in and stood still a moment, taking in the changes. Smells of woodsy incense wafted through the space. Different music from the fast-paced dance tempo in the other room drew his interest. Bluesy and sultry, the low bass pulled on his heartbeat, causing it to follow. People on the small dance floor moved to the beat as well. Scantily clothed dancers gyrated to the smooth erotic rhythm, as they sensually touched and groped different body parts of their partners. He let the seductive atmosphere pull him in.
Dante looked over his shoulder and realized the curtain acted like a sound barrier between the two rooms. He nodded his approval of the cleverness of the idea and filed it in his mental database to mention later.
The effects of the well-made drink had caught up to him, causing blood to rush to his head. Spying a red lounge chair through the people, he headed that way. Skirting the dance floor, he sat down and had a better look at the couples. Men danced with men, women danced with women, and the couples moved in ways that was best left behind closed doors on closer inspection. He was uncertain if they were really fucking or just simulating very well. Dante grinned and decided he'd leave this out of his storytelling as he sat back to enjoy the erotic scene before him.
The dancing was seedy, sultry, and primal. It had been a long time since he'd fulfilled any of his own primal instincts. Watching the intense, physical interactions between the men on the dance floor brought erotically delicious and tingly sensations to the forefront of his mind and body.
"Not a bad looking sight, huh?"
Dante looked up, following the voice. A pirate stared down on him. His costume was similar to Dante's own, but clearly not identical. The man had only one eye visible to him as a black patch covered the other. Dante could tell that this pirate was shorter than he and very slender. His feathery blond hair, cheeks rosy from drinking, and pink bow lips made him handsome in an angelic-looking way.
"Mmm hmm, not bad at all," Dante agreed.
The pirate smiled at him. "Mind if I join you?"
"No, please, join me," he said, making room on the chair.
"Great. I was about to get me another drink, can I grab you one, too?"
Dante thought for a moment. He was a little dizzy from the first one, but he could handle one more without being too buzzed to work on his article.
"Yeah, that would be great. I was drinking a Long Island."
Dante watched the pirate nod and disappear through the small crowd. He returned quickly and handed him the drink.
"My name is Jack. Nice to meet you."
He shook the man's outstretched hand. "I'm Dante."
A soft shock traveled through his arm at their connection. He looked at their hands, then to Jack's uncovered blue eye before he slowly pulled his grasp free.
"I like your costume," Jack said with a laughing grin, taking the seat beside him. "I guess great minds think alike."
"Yeah, it would seem so."
They sipped their drinks and brought their attention back to the dance floor, focusing on the dancing men. Two male couples occupied the floor now. The first couple on the left mesmerized Dante. The way they swayed together suggested that they knew each other intimately. They touched each other openly, kissed and gazed into each other's eyes. It was very sensual.
Dante sipped from his glass and turned his attention to the other couple, a lead male and a more subservient male. The submissive wore black shorts and nothing else. The shorts rode high on his muscular thighs as he pressed his leg into the groin of his Dom and kissed the length of his master's chest. Topless as well, the dominant male wore sheer genie-like pants. His face expressed pleasure in the acts of his passive partner.
Dante watched the sub move from one nipple to the other, feeling his own nipples tingle in response. He cut a look at Jack and saw him smiling as he gazed at the couple also. Taking a long drink from his cup, Dante shifted in his seat trying to relieve the pressure in his pants at his growing erection. Bringing his attention back to the couple, he turned just in time to see the aggressive male spin his sub around and bent him forward.
A soft gasp left Dante's lips as the Dom slid his hands down his sub's back. To the beat of the music, he ground slowly against the submissive's ass as he held onto his shoulders. The move demanded Dante's attention, calling to his baser needs that had been asleep from lack of a lover for over two years. He envied the man being dominated by his lover. Visions of himself being bent over like that with a strong and powerful lover behind him worked its way into his mind.
Many times he had been told that he was a large and intimidating looking man. The men he often attracted expected him to top them for that very reason. Dante was an attentive lover and did what his lovers requested of him, but he found that it was difficult for those same men to do him the way he wanted to be done. Not too many men were large enough or strong enough to take him that way. It led to dysfunction in his sex life and rendered his relationships far and few between. He thought he heard Jack's voice near his ear trying to cut through his fantasy, but it wasn't until he felt a touch on his hand that he turned his way.
"Huh? I'm sorry, did you say something, Jack?"
"Yeah, I was asking you if you were here alone."
Dante nodded. "Yes, I am, but I'm actually here working."
Dante nodded, sipping from his glass. "Yes, I am a reporter and I'm doing a story on this party."
The sinister gleam in Jack's smile came and went before he responded. "Sounds like a fun job. Going to parties and writing about them, I could get paid for doing that. Maybe you should have some extra fun to add a little spice to your article."
Dante looked away from the dance floor to Jack. His voice was soft and smooth, filled with the lust Dante was feeling at the moment. Could he have a little fling with this cute little pirate? He wasn't really his type, but...
"Maybe I could."