Sexual Content Warning, if you care about stuff like that.
Alex carefully watched Lia, and when he was sure that she was asleep, he put on his jacket and slipped out of the building.
“The drag” was between rows of warehouses. A set of streetlights ran down the center of the unfinished median, so that customers could see the merchandise along the edges, and then retreat into the darkened side streets for the transactions.
It had just been chance, that the apartment that he had found was so close to the drag. Or at least this version of the drag. There was another one for the female hookers, and there was another area for more “exotic” tastes.
Alex had been nervous all day, but for the last few days he hadn’t even managed to get someone to listen seriously to him, and the money was running out. Rent was due again in only a few days, and he needed more time to find a job. There had to be something out there to do.
He licked his lips as he saw the lights of the drag, and then he turned the corner.
There were a few guys standing around, some of them in the light, and some standing in the shadows of the buildings. There were a few cars, trolling back and forth, stopping beside one of the boys. They would talk for a few moments, and then the kid would either get into the car, or the driver would move on, looking for something more his tastes.
Alex hadn’t worried about what to wear. The t-shirt and the jeans were all that he had. Some of the boys wore tighter pants, but Alex realized that he didn’t look entirely out of place. The only thing was, they moved differently than he did. Alex noticed things like that, after the years on his own. To them, it was no big thing anymore. This was their workday.
Alex moved into the light, and started walking along the alley, and tried not to think about what he was doing. If it was daytime, and he was walking home to Lia, everything would be okay. All he had to do was pretend that nothing was going to happen.
With his hands in his pockets, he pulled the jacket tighter, trying to pretend that he was cold.
The guys walking the drag looked up at them as he passed. Some of them looked really young, babies compared to him. The youngest ones, the ones that were fourteen or fifteen, were the ones wearing the most colorful outfits, and Alex couldn’t look them in the eyes. They were Lia’s age.
Two of the older guys stepped out of the shadows. The first one was nothing special. He might have been around Alex’s age, or maybe a year or two older. He was thin, with blondish hair.
The other guy was out of place. He was Hispanic, with slick back hair, wearing a thin black wife beater, showing off a set of arms as big around as Lia’s waist. He looked like he spent all day in a gym.
Alex’s eyes flickered around. The other guys trying to work the strip were looking away, and some had stepped back into the shadows.
“Who are you?” the big guy asked.
The big guy reached out as he approached, and gave Alex a shove, sending him sprawling backward in the street.
“You’re on our turf,” the thin one said. “You can’t work the drag without permission. Can he,
“Nope,” the big guy said, and kicked him in the side. Alex gasped, and curled up into a ball.
“Stop!” he shouted as
“We’ve got a smart one here,” the thin one said. “You want to talk with Martin.” He pronounced it “Marteen.”
“Are you Martin?”
The thin one laughed. “I’m Crazy K. But you look like Martin’s type.”
Crazy K pointed, and when Alex didn’t step forward right away
There was a light in this alley, and Crazy K knocked a few times on the door, and then opened it.
Alex had expected a warehouse with boxes, but he found himself in a red office.
Everything was crimson. The large desk to his right was stained a brilliant ochre, and the walls were hung with a blood red fabric that gleamed like velvet. Aside from the desk, there were couches, three of them in varying cherry hues, and a few chairs.
There was a kid on the couch closest to Alex. He was on the younger side, and he had dark hair. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open slightly, and his arm dangled down to the floor. He looked almost like he was asleep. Alex noted that his pants were unbuttoned and felt his stomach tighten.
“Who is this?” a voice like butter said. Alex’s attention shifted up and he found himself looking at a man, dressed entirely in red and black. The clothing looked old, like he’d stepped out of a history book or a costume party. He had long hair, pulled back in a ponytail, and pale skin.
“I’m Lex,” he bit out. This was Martin, it had to be. And Martin had the most interesting eyes that Lex had ever seen. You kept eye contact on the street to challenge, but looking into Martin’s eyes he couldn’t look away. Martin was so perfect looking, so powerful, that Alex just needed to look at him.
“He wanted to work the street,” Crazy K said.
Martin flicked his wrist, and Crazy K was suddenly gone, leaving Martin, Alex, and the unconscious boy on the couch alone.
“You a runaway, Lex?” Martin asked. He had an accent, but Alex didn’t know it.
“Yeah,” he said, and it was the truth.
“You need money?”
“And so you came out to the drag? Why did you come all of the way out there?”
“I couldn’t find another job, and the rent is due in a few days.”
“Oh, that’s terrible!” Martin said, and Alex felt so embarrassed. He’d resorted to selling himself to make the rent. Martin must think that he was such a pathetic failure. He lowered his eyes, tearing up.
“Don’t cry!” Martin said, and he reached out, raising Alex’s chin. His skin was cold to the touch, as though he’d been outside only moments before. “Don’t cry little brother. You can work for me. Wouldn’t you like that?”
Alex nodded. Working for Martin would be so wonderful, and he could keep his apartment and protect Lia, and everything would work out.
“Let me see you, little brother,” said Martin and his fingered Alex’s coat.
“You want me to . . . get naked? In here?”
“Don’t you want to let me see you, Lex?”
Alex did. He unzipped the coat, Martin pointed to one of the empty couches, and Alex let it drop. He pulled off the t-shirt, underneath, and for the first time realized how warm it was in the office. He let that fall on the couch as well. He kicked off his sneakers, and then peeled off his socks, scrunched them up, and stuffed them in his sneakers.
He reached for the button of his jeans, and stopped, frozen. Martin had taken a step back, but his eyes seemed to be everywhere.
“Are you nervous, little brother?”
Alex nodded. He wanted to say something, but his teeth were so tightly pressed together he thought his jaw would break.
“Don’t be nervous, little brother. After all, if you want work for me, you’ll have to do more than this.”
Alex took a deep breath, and undid the button. With one motion he pulled down his pants, and the shorts underneath, and then stepped out of them, leaving himself naked in the middle of the room.
Martin released his breath, almost like a sigh. “See, that’s not bad, is it Lex?”
Lex shook his head.
Martin moved forward slowly, and caressed Alex’s cheek with his hand, and Alex shivered.
“What do you want to do, Alex?”
“I . . . want to please you.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful. And what would you do to please me?”
Martin’s hands slid down his sides, still as cold as ice. Alex wanted them to warm up soon, but he couldn’t say anything. Martin wanted Alex to please him.
Alex struggled to agree, but again he felt himself at a loss for words.
“Lie on the couch.”
Alex walked to the couch, feeling his body flaunt itself in Martin’s vision, and lay down in it. It was so soft, and upholstered in velvet, just like the walls. Martin walked with him, keeping his hand gently on Alex’s skin the entire time, and kept their eyes locked together.
“I’m so hungry,” Martin whispered to him. “So hungry.”
He ran his cold hands up and down Alex and Alex shivered again. Then he smiled, and there was something wrong with his teeth. He bent down as though he was going to kiss Alex, but his face slid past Alex’s.
There was a sharp pain in Alex’s neck.
And then a blistering realization hit him. He was lying naked in this sicko’s office and the guy was biting his neck.
Martin’s hand was still running over Lex’s body, and Lex caught it in his and twisted it as hard as he could. Martin pulled away, surprised, and Lex pushed him back as hard as he could.
Martin stumbled back and Lex sat up, furious. Martin’s eyes were wide with shock, and down somewhere deep inside Lex felt something bubble up, some desire for Martin even now. He was so beautiful . . .
No. His teeth were fangs. He was a vampire. Lex had seen enough bad horror movies to know that. Lex shook his head, and forced the emotions down. Martin gasped. “Lex!”
The wooden desk rose off the floor. Martin looked at it, and then back at Lex. “You want to please me!” Martin said, almost desperately.
Lex frowned, biting his lip. It wasn’t just Martin in his head, and that made him even angrier. The desk rocketed forward, snapping computer cables like they were threads and slamming directly into Martin, crashing into the wall.
Lex held the desk there for a moment, then pulled it back and slammed it forward again, and the desk splintered. Then he let it fall to the floor and Martin slumped forward over it, bloody.
Papers thrown from the desk were still settling when there was a knock on the door.
Less that a step from Lex,
He fell to the left of the door, knocking his head against the wall where the desk had been only moments before, and slumped to the floor unconsciousness.
Lex turned and saw Crazy K standing in the door, his face white. Lex raised his hand, but Crazy turned at ran before he could do anything.
Then he was alone again. He waited, but none of the other boys came to find out what was going on, so he slipped forward and slammed the door shut.
Where Martin had bitten him was bleeding slightly, but Alex ignored that. He quickly pulled his clothes back on, tied his shoes up, and then ran from the building.
The lights running up and down the drag were still lit, and now Alex could see that the full moon had risen in the sky. There was no one in sight. All of the boys had scattered, and the drivers had vanished with them.
Again, Alex found himself running home in the middle of the night.
This time there was no pretense of silence. He took the stairs two at a time, and clattered through the door, and then slammed it shut behind him, terrified. He leaned against it, like someone was going to come bursting in behind him, and quickly slid the locks into place.
He was gasping for breath, but stood there, leaning against the door until he was sure that there was no one behind him.
He slumped down on the couch, but he didn’t undress. Instead he took his thin blanket and wrapped it around his clothed form as tightly as he could.
It wasn’t until the next morning that he discovered that Lia was gone.