It was the annual Masked Ball at Torque, the hottest gay bar in the Detroit area, and every gay man in the state would be making his way to downtown Ferndale to partake in the debauchery from which they normally would have shied away. Not only was I included in that group, but I often felt as if this party had been created just for me.
So much of my life was about rules, regulations and protocol that there never seemed to be any room for fun. I had chosen to join the Army at eighteen, decided to become a bounty hunter, agreed to become a federal marshal after an early Army retirement and had let obligations force me to grow up faster than I would have liked. At twenty-nine, my life was more structured than I had ever thought it would be.
But on the night of the Masked Ball, those responsibilities melted away. The minute my black satin mask slipped over my face, I was no longer Mitch Baine, federal marshal and bounty hunter extraordinaire. I became Mitch Baine, wanton homosexual sex god. At least, in my head, I did. In all honesty, most years, I ended up just standing at the bar and drinking a ton of beer then calling a cab and passing out on my couch. Alone.
Sex god sounded so much better.
As I swiped the last line of black across my eyes, I swore to myself that, this time, I would meet some hot young thing at the party. I pulled the mask over my face, admiring the contrast of the blue iris set against the kohl makeup I would never admit to wearing, even just this one time a year. I was determined this year would be my year. I would be the life of the ball.
I gave myself one last glance in the mirror. I wore a black, button-down shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans and Cat boots. Not wanting to frighten anyone on my way to the club, I slid the mask up so it sat atop my head. It would put a serious dent in the evening if I got pulled over during my ten-minute drive to the biggest party of the year.
I hustled out the door, locking it behind me before running down the stairs and climbing into my brand new Mustang convertible. It had been a present to myself after taking out a particularly nasty vampire three months earlier. The government was nice enough to send bonuses to the hunters who ended up in the hospital. Since my hospital stay had lasted almost a month so they could be sure I wouldn't turn into a beastie, I'd gotten a pretty nice check in the mail. I'd immediately turned the large monetary donation into a fast, shiny black vehicle. The lifestyle didn't always suck.
Now, I drove the short distance to the club, parked in the closest parking tower and set the alarm. Earlier, I'd emptied everything out since I'd most likely be unable to drive home and I hated leaving the car overnight if there were weapons in it. The Feds frowned on their marshals losing government-issued toys. Go figure.
As I walked around the corner I noticed that the line for the ball was wrapped around the block. I skirted it and called out to my friend, Chuck, who was working the door. After we did the guy-hug thing, he reached up and snapped my mask over my face. I smiled as he moved aside, letting me in the door with much protest from the onlookers. I was a regular at Torque and never waited in line.
The music inside the club was so deafening, it was like hitting a physical wall. As I walked through the room, I looked around at all of the great masks and shook hands with strangers and friends masquerading as strangers. I made my way to the bar, bought an overpriced beer and turned to watch the crowd.
The masks got more elaborate every year. Many people had opted for costumes as well. Rather than looking like a Halloween party, the effect was beautiful. An artistic collection of men in various stages of dress and undress danced in time to the music, with feather boas and sequined masks flowing around them. It was amazing.
I was halfway through my second beer when I realized I was doing exactly what I'd sworn I wouldn't. I drained the bottle and made my way to the dance floor. There would be no wall-flowering for me. I pushed my way toward the center of the floor, heading for the opposite side, but I was grabbed around the middle and pulled into a throng of sweaty men.
No one was really dancing with anyone. It was just group movement. We all jumped and swayed with the thumpa-thumpa of the bass to a song I didn't recognize. It didn't matter, nothing but being there mattered.
I turned, swinging in an exaggerated motion as the song changed, and bumped into a man dressed all in white. From hair to shoes, he glowed in the overhead black lights. His mask was simple nylon, plain and as pristine white as the rest of him. Even his skin had a translucent quality that gleamed. My mind screamed "vampire" while my cock twitched in its own reaction to the sight of him. Even with the mask on, I could tell he was gorgeous.
He smiled, and I was relieved to see his fangs weren't extended. If he'd been too young to control himself, or too hungry, I would have walked away. I probably should have anyway, but he was just so cute. Against my better judgment--or any judgment at all really--I smiled back.
He crept closer, wrapping his arms over my shoulders and dancing with me. He was the same height as me and close enough that, even in the black light, I could tell his eyes weren't a normal hue. I strained to make out the color, but I just couldn't figure it out. He must have confused my interest in his eyes as interest in him because he leaned forward, kissing me on the lips. It was quick, just a short peck, then he pulled back. I was more sorry than I would like to admit when he moved away, but I was proud of myself for not attacking him where he stood. Good to know those two beers hadn't completely gone to my head.
He grabbed my hand as the music changed again and led me toward the bar--which was great because I needed seven or eight more drinks. I signaled to the bartender who brought over two bottles. I reached for my wallet, but the blond had already dropped money on the counter. He smiled at me as he raised the bottle to his lips--his blood-red, pouty lips. I watched him swallow, watched the muscles in his throat move with the action. I wanted to lick that skin. I wanted to feel that flesh move under my mouth.
I picked up my own bottle, draining half of it before setting it back on the bar. I was way too attracted to him. Even if I was looking for a little rule breaking, I hadn't planned on hooking up with a vampire at the party. As a federal bounty hunter, I was supposed to have limits or, at least, standards.
The blond moved toward me until barely a breath of room remained between our faces. But he didn't close the distance. He waited for me to do it. I looked into his eyes, watching them widen slightly in apparent surprise as if he couldn't believe I would be so bold as to meet a vampire's gaze. A small trickle of power, like static electricity tingled up my arms. He was trying to capture me with his eyes, but I don't think he meant me any harm. It was probably just curiosity on his part, wondering if I realized what he was. Luckily, I'm immune to vampire powers. His eyes were beautiful but normal to me.
I leaned toward him, closing the small space between us and kissed him. He placed his hands on either side of my face and held me in place while he ravaged my mouth with his tongue. Our bodies shifted until my back was against the bar, and he was pressed fully against my front. His erection ground against mine, and I knew I had to have him. It didn't matter what he was anymore. The questions were gone at the feel of him hard against me. I wanted to fuck him so bad I ached with the need for it.
I grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the back of the club. The VIP section, which was really just a curtained-off area of the large room, would be closed for the night. No one important would want to blow their chance at anonymity by announcing their status.
Larry stood in front of the curtained room. He was usually the bartender, but apparently, they were concerned that a lot of people would have the same idea I did. He smiled at me, shook my hand and accepted the large bill I slid him. Stepping aside, he gave us access to the private area.
I led the blond inside, pulling the curtains back in place behind us. They were heavy enough that they muffled the sound from the speakers. Not a whole lot, but enough that we could have talked if we'd wanted to. I didn't know about him, but I had no interest in talking.
I gently pushed him onto one of the sofas that lined the inner sanctum of the VIP room. He smiled but didn't speak. He kissed me while I dropped to my knees and unbuttoned his pants. The angle was awkward, but we tried our best to make it work. After easing down his zipper, I grabbed his cock while I sucked his tongue into my mouth, kissing him so hard he must have thought I was trying to devour him.
I continued exploring his mouth while I used my thumb to spread pre-cum around the head of his cock. It was so warm, and his cock was so smooth. I finally pulled from his mouth and kissed a trail across his chin and neck. He unbuttoned his shirt, spreading it open for me so I could continue kissing, licking and sucking my way across his perfect, pale chest. I flicked my tongue over each of his nipples, smiling at the small whimpering sound that escaped his mouth. When I reached his flat stomach, I put my hands behind his knees, pulling sharply to slide him toward the edge of the couch.
I leaned back, letting him lift his hips so I could ease his pants down his legs. I stared at his beautiful hard cock, glistening in the softer light of the backroom with the cum I had spread over it. I moved forward, giving him one last kiss before lowering my mouth to his cock.
He tasted salty and sweet, and once the head of his shaft was in my mouth he felt even bigger than he had looked. I rubbed the spongy tip over the roof of my mouth a few times before sliding further down his length. I knew I would never be able to take all of him, but I wanted to try.
His fingers moved to my hair, gently curling his fingers into fists then back, not quite pulling my hair, but the tension felt amazing. I continued trying to take him completely in my throat, only managing to get about three quarters of him inside of me before I had to pull back for fear of gagging. I moved my hand to the base of his shaft, pumping it in time with my mouth. My other palm gently fondled his balls, rolling them and tugging lightly.
His fingers tightened in my hair again, not releasing anymore as I increased the speed of my mouth. I moved so fast that he was hitting the back of my throat. His hand fell from my head as his nails dug into my shoulder, and he cried out. I swallowed quickly, not wanting to miss any of his thick, salty-sweet taste.
I shifted back on my heels so I could look up at him. His head leaned against the back of the couch, and he looked at me with a smile on his face. I was glad I had seemed to please him. I stood, offering him a hand up, too. He tugged his pants back into place then gave me a soft kiss on the cheek before fastening the button.
I turned his face, kissing him on the lips once more. He smiled, kissing me back as hard as we had started. We fell backward onto the couch, with him on top of me, making out like teenagers in our parents' basement. Our hands flew over each other. I heard the buttons from my shirt ricocheting off objects as he ripped it open. He repeated what I had just done to him, kissing down my body, faster and harder than I had, but that was how I liked it.
He tugged at the button on my jeans, then the zipper, then with the strength only a vampire can muster, he pulled them off my legs as my hips flew upward from the force of it. He looked up at me. His eyes were green, lit by his own powers. They were a mossy color with gold flecks. I reached my hand out to cup his face, and he leaned into it for a moment before moving back to pay more attention to my body.
He was not one for slow apparently. He dropped his warm, wet mouth onto my cock, slamming himself onto me until I was completely encased in his throat. I cried out from the pure shock of it. I had never had anyone take all of me in their mouth before. Most men complained that I was too wide to do it, but the blond didn't seem to have any trouble at all.
He drew up then took all of me again. And again. And again. He finally stopped moving completely, letting his throat convulse around my cock until I came, raking my nails into the sofa beneath me and screaming so loud I saw the curtains move. I think Larry had wanted to make sure the vampire wasn't killing me. Even if he had been, I might have let him finish if it felt that good.
The blond released my cock, trailing kisses over my hips and making me squirm. My skin was too sensitive from the mind-blowing orgasm to be touched like that just then. He laughed, a deep chuckle that gave me goose bumps. I shivered, and he must have mistakenly taken it to mean I was cold. He helped me pull up my pants, and I let him because I wasn't sure what else to do.
I'd never actually had anonymous encounters like that before. I wasn't sure of the protocol. I could handle the sex part with no problem, but now that we had finished blowing each other, I wanted to follow his lead.
Thankfully, he must have grasped the concept. He leaned over me, kissed me one last time and headed for the exit. He turned back though, with that adorable smile on his face again.
"Thanks," he said then walked out the door.
I sat there for a few more minutes, giving him time to make his escape, and me time to catch my breath. I was still sitting on the couch, staring up at the ceiling when Larry came in and sat next to me.
"Dude, I ain't never heard no one scream like that before. I seriously thought he was killing you in here."
I patted his hand and laughed. "Well, in a way, he was. Damn Larry, I have never had a blow job like that in my life. He was amazing."
"Who was he?"
I shrugged, and Larry punched me on the shoulder with a grin. "Thatta boy, Mitchy. Come on, let's get you a drink."
"Aren't you supposed to be standing guard or something?"
"Nah, I'm a free man now. Shift just ended. Come on, I'll buy you a drink."
A drink turned into about ten until we were both so drunk we could hardly stand. We stumbled out of the bar together, arm in arm, singing at the top of our lungs. I'd spent the last of my cash on booze because I had thought I could make the walk home, but as I looked up the street, I knew there was no way I could do it without getting lost. That meant I would have to call my sister. And she would never let me live it down.
I pulled out my cell and stared at it for a minute. Chuck called over to me, asking if I needed help, but I just shook my head.
I pushed the button for Reagan and hoped she answered. Which she did.
"Were you sleeping on your phone?" I thought I'd managed to say it without slurring. But, apparently, I was wrong.
"You know, you're not supposed to drunk dial your sister. That's pretty skeezy, Mitch."
"Look, smartass, I need a ride home. Can you come get me without Mom finding out?"
"Doubt it. But I'll just make up something, and it'll be fine. Where are you?"
"I'm at Torque."
"Of course, you are. Sit tight, brother dear. I'll be there as soon as I can."
I stuck my phone back in my pocket and sat on the sidewalk to wait for Reagan. I woke up to her kicking my boot.
"Jesus, you look like crap. What happened to your shirt?"
I looked and realized my shirt was undone. I reached to close it then remembered that the hot blond had ripped off my buttons. I held a hand up to Reagan, and she helped me to my feet. I stumbled to her car and eased into the front seat. She shut the door for me and raced around to the driver's door.
Putting the car in gear, she took off. The lurching made my stomach roll.
"Slow down, or I'm going to be sick."
"You get sick in my car, and I'm making you clean it. Tonight."
That sounded fair. Of course, I was drunk and obviously not able to make wise decisions on my own. But it didn't really matter.
"What did you tell Mom?" I asked, closing my eyes in an attempt to keep the car from spinning.
"That you were wasted and needed a ride home from Gay Fest. That's all right, isn't it?" I flipped her off, and she laughed. "I told her something happened to your car and you needed a lift home. Do you mind if I stay at your place tonight?"
I must have fallen asleep--okay, passed out--because the next thing I knew, she was gently shaking me awake. I crawled out of the car and followed Reagan up the steps to my loft. She unlocked the door, and I made it to the couch before falling over. I slid off my mask, dropping it to the floor as I laid down.
"You can sleep in my room," I mumbled. "I can't move any further tonight."
She leaned over me and kissed my forehead. My eyes were closed, but I could tell she stood there staring at me. I opened my eyes, and sure enough, she was leaning over me with a strange look on her face.
"Are you wearing makeup?"
Fuck. "Goodnight, Reagan."