Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction which will included t/t and m/m relationships, and probably some sex too. If it is illegal in your area to read this, or if you are not old enough to read this (you know who you are), stop here. Otherwise, please enjoy.
Things That Go Bump, Chapter 1
"Something Wicked"
It was a cool autumn evening and James Barton was late leaving school. Football practice ran late, and he was last out of the showers. He only lived a mile from school so most days he walked, but as he walked home by the light of a clear moon, he felt decidedly paranoid. He could feel eyes boring down on him. He picked up the pace, feeling foolish -- he was a big football player. Who would mess with him?
The crackling of a branch behind him drew his attention, but there was nothing there. But when he turned around, he saw a boy who hadn't been there before. Standing about 5'10" and not possibly over 140, the boy was lean and trim, wearing blue jeans and a pale blue shirt. He stood leaning against a tree and James would have to walk past him. The boy's eyes bored into him creepily, and his smile was unsettling. He stood and blocked the sidewalk, almost menacingly, except for the unflappable smile, and though he couldn't possibly pose a threat to the 6'2", 200 lb. football player, James was unnerved nonetheless.
Sweeping the black hair from his face, the boy asked, "Where've you been James? I've been waiting for you...."
"Who are you," he said, stopping maybe ten feet short of the boy.
"Does it matter, cutie?"
"Fuck yes, it matters.... Don't come any closer!" The boy moved almost imperceptibly toward him. "Look, I don't have any problems with ... you guys, but I'm not into that...."
The boy's eyes penetrated him, looking almost perplexed, but then his smile widened. "No, of course not, big JV quarterback.... Couldn't possibly fancy a hand-job from your older brother's best friend, or secretly hope that your scoutmaster would make the first move...." James stepped back, feeling violated, his head reeling. Even now, you're terrified, but you can't help but wonder how my flesh would feel in your hands, how your cock would feel inside of me...." As the boy spoke, James' heart raced and his cock stiffened. "See," the boy laughed, pointing to his sweats, "you're an open book to me...." Suddenly harsh, he commanded, "COME HERE!" Inside his head, he knew that that was a command he should not accept, but his body began to move, until he was looming over the boy. Again the boy smiled now cruelly. "You want to hurt me for doing this to you, but you should be thanking me for saving you from a life of pretending.... But go ahead, take your best shot...."
He felt free again, but looking at the boy's finely sculpted face, with its scarlet lips and porcelain skin, it felt wrong to mar such beauty. But he had felt the danger and wouldn't be fooled. With his full power, he pushed out with both arms to shove the boy down, but when his wrists impacted the slight chest, pain shot up his arms and the boy just laughed. "Who are you?"
"Wrong question," the boy answered with a laugh, reaching out with apparent gentleness and touching a spot high on James' chest just below the neck, sending a web of pain through his body and causing him to fall to his knees.
"What are you?"
The boy's smile widened almost inhumanly, obscuring his delicate beauty, winking with an expression that could have frozen salt-water. "I am your salvation," he said. Leaning in, he whispered, "Or the master of your worst nightmare...." His icy lips pressed against the warm skin of James' forehead, and he collapsed to the ground completely, overcome by darkness.