A Vampire in Waikiki, page 7
“I dream of your cock, I dream of how it feels to fuck you,” I told him, and when I came inside him a second time I discovered another one of his erogenous zones, his left arm pit. I waited for that moment his ass claimed me and the feeling of being alive was right there, again and again, ours for the taking. I adored learning his body and when we fell asleep at seven a.m. we were spooning. Wicked, delicious, spooning. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d spooned anybody.
At a quarter to nine, my body’s vampire clock woke me. Time to leave. I woke my man with kisses.
He whimpered, holding me to him. “No, don’t go.”
“I have to go to work, baby. It’s not that I want to go.”
“Then call in sick. I want to be with you.”
“I can’t do that, darling. I have to work.”
“What do you do?” he mumbled.
“I run a business.”
He nodded, half out of it, his eyes closed. If we were at home in my bed with the curtains sealed to daylight, the house protected from any possible intrusion, we could have stayed entwined.
“Can I see you tonight?” I asked and his smile was so sweet I almost caved in and stayed with him.
“Yes. I’m not working. Jimmy, let’s do something fun.”
I couldn’t stop kissing him. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“That’s early.”
“But I already miss you.” I stroked his head and he burrowed into me.
“You do? Make it six forty five then.” He gave me his mouth for one final kiss and I dropped a peck on his pecker, threw on my clothes, ran for my car, driving like a drunk away from Queen Kapiolani Park and up a residential street to a spot I knew very well. I parked in front of a long stretch of fence outside a house whose construction had halted due to lack of funds some months ago, then climbed into the trunk of the Lincoln and embraced full sleep, dreaming of all the fun things I could do out of the bedroom with my naked prince.
* * * *
I was getting behind the wheel at sunset when I spotted an old Chinese man walking up the street in his slippers. He kept looking over his shoulder and I realized he was being followed. He looked terrified. The two guys trailing him noticed me and I walked right over to them.
“Unless you want trouble, get lost right now.”
“Fuck you,” one of them said.
Who did he think he was, Nonita? “No, fuck you.” I grabbed them, clunked their heads together and they dropped like trees.
The old man stared at me. “Where do you live?” I asked him. He pointed a shaky finger at an apartment building and I walked him home. The poor old thing was shaking like a whippet.
“Thank you.” He gave me a little, humble bow, his hands held in a prayer position. He was still shaking. “I try to get my exercise…I can only go when my wife is sleeping. She is very, very sick…thank you.”
I waited until he was safely inside his ground floor apartment and then I tossed the two unconscious would-be muggers into the trunk of the Lincoln and deposited them at the parking lot of the Haunauma Bay parking lot, a place well-guarded by the local Aloha Patrol. I clunked their heads again, ensuring they’d sleep a bit longer and left them to the capable hands of Honolulu’s finest.
At home, I found my sister in a state of half sadness, half joy. “Clancy is wonderful…she’s everything I want. Please tell her it’s okay to love me. I need to be with her, Jimmy.”
“Yes, yes.” I was checking my watch.
She looked at me. “Where have you been? I’ve been worried.”
“Oh, now you’re worried.” I gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. I knew that her attachment to Clancy had been growing for the last few months and having her to think about took her mind off losing Isaac. “Sis. I have a hot date. I mean, a seriously hot date. And I don’t want to have to worry about…blood.”
“You’ve lost the thrill of the kill.”
“No, honey. I never had the thrill of the kill. I just prefer to kill bad people if I have to exercise this option. I’m happy right now.”
“How alike we are. Pathetic excuses for vampires.” She lifted up her long hair and pointed to a spot behind her ear. I drew her to me and my teeth pierced her skin. I drank from her, holding her close until I felt her heart thundering and she pulled herself away from me.
She smiled at me, rubbing the puncture wounds at her ear. “Clancy and I want to go to Molokai this weekend and find another horse.”
“Good idea. Maybe you should think about getting two. They’ll be companions for each other.”
She looked so happy then. “You wouldn’t mind?”
“Mind? I would love it.” When had time ceased to bring its earthly pleasures to Kalani and me? “Darling girl, plan on bringing back two horses that need a good home. I’ve got to get ready for my date.”
“Are you going to bring him back here tonight?”
I thought for a moment. “I’m not sure.” I really wasn’t sure I was ready to bring Tem into my private world, for him to be here, to know my life. Even as I knew I very much wanted him to be the complete center of it. “Is it important?”
She shrugged. “I was just hoping you’d find time to talk to Clancy…” Her words fell between us like a cashmere throw and I hugged her. We’d have to wait and see.
I called Blossom, the lovely Asian hostess of the opium den. I had something special in mind for Tem that evening. Something I hadn’t done for many, many years…
“Ah, Jimmy-San.” Her voice trickled into laughter, the kind of laughter F. Scott Fitzgerald once said people with money had. Bastard! He stole that line from me. I should never have taken that vacation to the mainland, never should have gotten drunk with him. Man that was a hundred years ago, forgive and forget …
Blossom listened to what I had in mind and told me she knew the very place for privacy, perfection and utter romance. “You call my friend, Osan. He will be happy to help you. Any friend of Blossom is a friend to Osan.” Great, she was telling me I owed her a favor. Oh well, I was a man falling helplessly, mindlessly in love. It couldn’t be helped.
When I got off the phone, it rang immediately and I was delighted to find my naked prince on the other end of it. “Did you get any of my messages today?” he said by way of a greeting.
“No, Tem, but just hearing your voice put a smile on my face and made my cock hard.”
He started to laugh. “I’ve been leaving messages for you all day. Don’t you check that cell phone of yours?”
“Not during the day…sometimes. Today there was no time. Anything wrong?”
“No…” he hesitated. “Are we still on for tonight?”
“Of course we are. I just got through planning a very hot date for us. I hope you’re not trying to wriggle out of it.”
“Not a chance. I’ve never been much of a wriggler.”
“I’ll see you in an hour.”
“What do you feel like doing?”
“I told you. I got it all planned. Wear something comfortable. Something sexy.”
“Will I be wearing my clothes the entire date?”
“Not unless something goes horribly wrong.”
He started laughing again and let me go get ready. I was getting the idea it wasn’t any easier dating men than it was dating women, the sex was just hotter.
“You are the happiest I’ve seen you in a long, long time.” Kalani reached a hand out to me and I kissed it. “Is he worth it?”
“Worth what?” I asked, curious now.
“Whatever you are going to have to do in exchange for whatever small favor Blossom’s doing for you?”
“Yes.” I was skimming through my messages. Six of them. He liked me. He really liked me. “I do believe he is.”
“Oh Jimmy…” My sister threw her arms around me. “Do you think it’s possible…do you think we could find happiness at last?”
“Keep the faith.” I kissed her cheek and ran to the car.
I stopped by an exercise-for-home store in our neighborhood and bought a treadmill. The guy helped me load it into the Lincoln and gave me a cheery wave as I continued on my high, heading back into town to pick up my man.
At six forty five, I was at Tem’s door and he opened it, looking positively edible in tight blue jeans over black boots and a tight black silk shirt tucked into his jeans, his long hair brushed out and gleaming.
We stood on his doorstep exchanging a long, wet, promising kiss and I felt our hardening cocks straining for one another through the confines of our pants.
“You want to come inside for a quickie?” he asked and the hardest decision I had ever had to make in my life was to say no.
“I think I’ll make you wait.” I took his hand and led him to the car. He didn’t hesitate getting in, but then at night, it didn’t look so bad.
“Where are we going?” he asked, the voices of monkeys from the zoo chiming in our ears. We both laughed, as if they knew we were up to…monkey business.
“I need to make a quick stop,” I told him and he nodded. Tem smelled as fantastic as ever. It was all I could do not to drag him to the back seat and rape him.
“I’ve organized something…special. You don’t have any plans for later do you?”
“Nope. I’m all yours. Oooh. You’ve got Taj Mahal. I love Taj Mahal.” He slipped the CD into the player and that gravelly, sexy voice accompanied us the hill to the old Chinese man’s apartment where we pulled up out front.
“Where are we?”
“I want to take a present to somebody. Do you mind helping me with the treadmill?”
“No…I was wondering what that was doing back there.” Tem and I carried the bulky treadmill to the old man’s door. “Who’s it for?”
“An old man. I don’t know his name.” Tem was staring at me now. “I rescued him from two muggers when I left your place. He was out walking and they were about to jump him. He’ll be safer using this.”
“Wait a second. Is he Japanese?”
“How did you know that?”
“Most of the old folk here are Japanese. You know he will never accept this gift, right?”
“He won’t?” I felt my spirits plummet.
“No, honey. We’re gonna have to do a drop run. We’ll leave it at the door, ring the bell and run. That way he will have to accept the gift, save face and be safe.”
“What did I do before I met you?”
Tem laughed and we followed his plan, crouching down out front as the old man came out, saw the treadmill, looked around, circled it, stood staring at it, circled it again and scratched his chin. His old, creased face broke into a huge grin and we watched him lug that thing across the threshold. It took some effort, but he finally got it through his door. Tem and I gave each other a high five.
“What a nice man you are.” Tem kissed me as we got back in the car. “You’re one surprise after another, Jimmy Thunder. Just one question, think he’ll use it?”
“I hope so.” I’d know soon enough. I’d keep my eye on the old coot and give him what-for if I spotted him on the street. We drove down to the waterfront at Kahala and the private tatami cottage I had booked for us, courtesy of Blossom.
Following the directions to a gated road, I stole a glance at Tem who was looking open-mouthed as we rounded a crest of rocks and pounding waves to a small, private Japanese hotel that had no signs, no names, and a breathtaking view of the Pacific.
“Jimmy…it’s magnificent.”
I had been guaranteed an oceanfront view and now as I pulled up at the gate, two male geisha, very rare, prized creatures in the Japanese culture, opened our doors and bowed to us. I was thinking, good thing there are no dead rats under the passenger seat. One of them took the Lincoln, dwarfed by the car’s massive interior, and I hoped he’d be able to reach the gas pedal. The other geisha moved like a wraith, leading us along a wooden walking bridge over a beautiful tropical garden to a room that was, indeed, on the waterfront.
It was an enchanting room with a low-lying table set for two, two massage tables waiting for us in the alcove beside it and beyond all this, a bed. Two more geisha, scantily clad in white loin cloths, bowed to us and indicated that we should undress and shower in the bathroom.
We almost tore each other’s clothes off. We badly wanted to fuck but I knew we had to wait. It would be richer and more fun if we waited. I wanted to fulfill the fantasy I had in mind, so it was with very stiff cocks, under towels that hid nothing, that we came out and lay down on the tables. I turned my head to watch Tem’s face as his geisha waved smoldering braids of ginseng and lemongrass over his back and then placed five warm lava stones from his neck down his spine all the way to the ass that I coveted. My lover groaned and opened one eye to look at me.
“Oh, my God. Did I just die and go to heaven?”
“Not yet, baby.” My own moment of warm torment was upon me as hot rocks found their way to my back. It all felt so good, but what made it better for me was watching what they were doing to Tem. The geisha kneaded and pummeled him and I could tell his shoulders and back needed the extra attention they got. When those small strong hands made a final sweep down to his tail bone and the geisha told him to turn over, his anxious cock sprang into the air.
“Mmmm…” I leaned across the narrow space between our massage tables. “Somebody’s massage needs a happy ending.”
My lover laughed in a way that filled my soul with music as I quickly devoured that happy, come-slicked head, sending the blushing, giggling geisha into the next room to give us privacy.
Chapter Seven
Dressed in soft silk kimonos we were delighted to learn were ours for the keeping, we watched the geisha prepare our dinner table for kaiseki dining. Tem sat very close to me, although there were three other sides to the table he could have chosen. I took his face in my hands and kissed him with great tenderness. I wanted to show him how much I wanted to care for him…not just fuck him. He closed his eyes. I hadn’t realized how long his eyelashes were. I couldn’t wait to learn every little secret to his soul as well as his body.
“What is kaiseki?” He leaned into me and I put my arm around him. He still felt warm from the massage.
“Lots and lots of courses…all seasonal foods. One course may be tea, another…just a piece of fish.”
“How exotic. I’ve never eaten this way before. Jimmy…I have to say this is an amazing date. You…you’ve blown me away. What made you think of doing this? You bring all your dates here?”
“Nope. You’re the first.” A long, long time ago, I took a woman to a female geisha house…but I’m not telling you that, Tem. Aloud, I said, “I got the idea from you.”
“From me?”
“Yes. Your apartment, the way you’ve decorated it, in the Kabuki style.”
“Oh, honey, that’s not my style. That’s my brother. He breaks things. He…” Tem’s face took on a troubled expression. Just as quickly, he covered it with, “I like things. I like vases and flowers…”
Flowers. Tomorrow I would send him some.
“How old is your brother?” Careful, Jimmy. Tread lightly now.
“Twenty-two. He’s seven years younger than me.”
“You said he’s away. Is he at college?”
“No. He’s…he’s in a special hospital. On the mainland. He’ll be home is a few weeks.”
“Hospital! Oh, Tem. Is it…very serious?”
He looked pained. “It’s a kind of…teaching hospital. They run tests. We’re not sure what’s going on with him. ADD…maybe. A mental imbalance…we just don’t know. But I’m not allowed to see him. My parents live on the mainland now and even they’re not allowed to visit him. He’s allowed to call me…” His voice trailed away and I said nothing for a moment, hoping he’d tell me more, even though I was sure he’d said a lot more than he intended.
“I’m sorry, Jimmy. I didn’t mean to get into all that…”
“Tem, I’m so glad you told me. But don’t you think we should fly there and visit him?”
He blinked a couple of times. “You…you don’t know what it means that you even said that.” He lapsed into his gloomy thoughts again. “He’s such a beautiful person, at least he was before the trouble started.”
I stroked his back and felt him relaxing again under my touch. “Tell me about him, what is he like?”
He smiled in the fond way one does when talking about a cherished sibling. “Todah? He’s a musician. He’s so talented, Jimmy. He went to Kamehameha Schools and he has a gift for Hawaiian chanting and drumming. He…is…was…in his last year at the university of Hawaii here at Manoa and he was just a normal, bright, happy kid. Then we moved into the apartment and weird shit started to happen.”
I knew then that the obake had come with the apartment and targeted Todah. I needed to make sure it did not go after Tem. Something Todah had done, something in the bedroom…somehow he had connected with the entity. Had Todah summoned it? It was an evil entity and in order to deal with it, I needed to learn as much as possible.
For now, though, I had to bring the light back again for Tem. “Well you’ll love my sister. And my house. She fills the house with flowers and vases and…lots and lots of things.”
He perked up. “I would love that! When can I meet her?”
“Um…well…how about tomorrow night?”
“Cool! I’m shooting a scene, but after that?”
“You’re shooting a scene tomorrow night?” It cost me plenty not to add, without me?
“Are you jealous?”
“Jealous? Me? Of course I am.”
“You’ll get more work.”
I almost choked. “It’s not the work I’m jealous of, Tem.” He laughed and leaned into me again, as if he knew, just knew he’d get rewarded with a kiss.
Our geisha came out holding a tray with two delicate cups in fine, almost translucent white china and placed them in front of us. We lifted the lids and the scent was so intoxicating it made us both woozy. Lemongrass and lime tea. We sipped the hot liquid, and within minutes, the second course arrived.
