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For Life

by Roke ©

Eric looked at his wet face in the mirror, and let out a soft growl as he
squirted the shaving gel into his hand and began spreading it across his face.
He rubbed the gel in a circular motion to create a thick lather across his
square jaw, between his lip and his straight aquiline nose, and on up his
cheeks, stopping just below his blue-grey eyes. Those eyes are what people
always noticed first about him. Eric was one of those people that seem to be
able to gaze right into the depths of your soul. Right now, looking in the
mirror, he was trying to look into his own soul.

He picked up his razor and began carefully removing the whiskers from his face,
for the second time that day. Too close, he kept telling himself. Only a day
away. Too much of a risk. But Shelly had told him Halloween was her favorite
holiday, and so he had given in. He just hoped he made it through the night
without regretting it.

Eric finished removing the heavy five o'clock shadow from under his chin, always
heavier at this time of month, then took a handful of water from the basin and
rinsed the last remnants of the lather away. He poured a bit of the aftershave
Shelly had given him for his last birthday, two months before, into the palm of
his hand and slapped it on his face, wincing slightly at the sting.

They had met at a Fourth of July picnic, and had hit it off famously. It was one
of the few successful mutual-friend set-ups Eric had ever heard of. He smiled
ruefully at himself in the mirror as he massaged mousse into his thick black
hair, remembering that July 4th had been the day before the full moon. It had
not been a problem, then. He'd just met Shelly. The feelings he had now hadn't
yet started to form. By the time he took her out on their first official date
the following Saturday, everything in his life had been back under control.

Eric picked up the comb and used it to part his hair, then grabbed his brush and
brushed it into place. He wore it short and professional looking. The last thing
he did before leaving the bathroom was to take the scissors from the medicine
cabinet and trim a few wild hairs from his dark eyebrows. Another drawback to
this time of month.

Walking into his bedroom, he removed the bathrobe and stood in front of the full-
length mirror, checking himself over thoroughly. 6 foot 4 inches, 225 pounds.
Eric worked out three times a week, so there was no fat to be found. He had been
very careful to maintain a well-toned V-shape without crossing the "over-bulk"
line of too many weight-lifter types. His body was covered with dark hair,
starting just below his collar bone and covering his chest in what he always
thought of as a mushroom cloud pattern, narrowing along his abs and then growing
thick and full once more at his groin. He turned to check his back, then,
satisfied that he was no more hairy than he had been the day before, walked to
the closet.

Hanging there was the Zorro costume Shelly had persuaded him to buy. He took
down the black leather pants and slipped into them, leaving the fly unbuttoned
as he put on the black silk shirt that went with it. Eric tucked the shirt into
the pants, then buttoned up the fly. He threaded his belt through the loops on
the leather pants, then took the silk sash and tied it around his waist,
effectively hiding the belt. Shelly had been very specific about that...belts
weren't worn in Zorro's day.

Eric sat on the edge of the bed and tugged on his shiny black leather boots. At
least these I'll be able to get some future use out of, he thought to himself.
He couldn't imagine wearing the leather pants or the silk shirt much in the
future. But it had been Shelly's wish...and Eric had fallen in love with her. He
knew exactly when he had fallen in love with her, too. August 14th...his 25th
birthday. They had gone out to dinner to celebrate, and she had given him the
bottle of after-shave. When they got back to her place after dinner, she had
another present for him.

Shelly went into the bedroom, and came back out dressed in a virtually
transparent green baby-doll nightgown. The color of the lingerie set off her
golden hair and emerald eyes. She had smiled at him, taken him by the hand, and
led him to the bedroom. That night, for the first time, they made love.

Standing at the edge of the bed, Eric had taken her in his arms and kissed her
deeply, easing the nightgown off her shoulders and letting it drop down her 6
foot 1 inch Amazon frame to puddle on the floor at her feet. His right hand had
cupped her breast, fingers finding the ring through her nipple and tugging
teasingly at it, as her fingers unbuttoned his shirt. He broke from the kiss and
took a step back, releasing her breast as she eased the shirt from his
shoulders, letting it drop down his arms.

Shelly kneeled before him, looking up into his eyes, as her hands began
unbuckling his belt. She pulled it free of the loops in his slacks, then
unbuttoned the khaki fabric and slowly, teasingly eased down the zipper. The
swollen head of his cock sprung forth from the fly of his boxer shorts. Shelly
smiled wickedly and leaned forward. Eric felt a shudder shoot through him as he
felt her warm breath on his throbbing shaft, then groaned as her lips closed
around the head, sucking softly at it like a lollipop. He reached out and
stroked his fingers through her flaxen curls, guiding her head...

The shrilling of the phone snapped Eric out of his reverie. He reached over to
grab it from the nightstand and groaned as his erection wedged between his body
and the tight leather pants.

"Hello?" He rasped into the phone.

"Happy Halloween, sexy!" Shelly shouted into the phone. "Did I catch you at a
bad time?"

"Ermmm...no...I was just...ummm...never mind. What time is it?" He asked.

"It's 7:15...which means you have 15 minutes before you need to pick me up. Can
you stop and get a bottle of Bacardi on the way?"

"Bacardi? Sure...need anything else?" Eric asked. Eric could almost hear Shelly
smiling evilly on the other end of the phone line.

"Oh, I definitely need something else, big boy. But it can wait until later."

Eric grinned.

"Let me get my hat, mask and sword, and I'm on my way." He told her.

"Hurry up, stud. Oh, and one more thing."

"Yes?"

"I love you." She said, and hung up.

Eric smiled and returned the phone to its cradle, then stood and walked over to
the mirror again. He tied the mask around his head and put on the hat, cocking
it at a jaunty angle. He smiled at his reflection...a smile which slowly
withered as his eyes caught sight of the moon-phase window on his watch, sitting
atop the dresser.

"A day away." He muttered to himself as he walked to the living room and took
the theatrical sword from its place in the coat closet and buckled the leather
sword-belt around his waist. "I must be out of my fucking mind."

He grabbed the cape Shelly had made for him out of the closet and tied it around
his neck, then slipped his money-clip, his driver's license, and his keys into
the hidden pocket inside. Eric locked the front door of his apartment behind him
and walked to his car parked at the street, waving to his laughing neighbor as
he slid behind the wheel.

Eric stopped at a liquor store and picked up a bottle of Bacardi, then proceeded
to Shelly's house. He pulled up in front of the three-bedroom ranch she shared
with two roommates and honked the horn. The clock on the dash read 7:40.

Shelly came out of the house dressed in the silks of an Arabian slave-girl. She
slid into the passenger seat and grinned at him.

"You're late." She teased, sticking out her tongue.

"You're the one that wanted me to stop for booze." He countered. "And I love
you, too."

Shelly leaned across the gearshift and kissed him, then sat back and strapped
the shoulder belt on. Eric put the car in gear and got onto the highway.

Some friends of Shelly's owned a farm about 20 miles outside the city, and had
agreed to host the Halloween party this year. As Eric pulled up in front of it,
he was impressed with the job they had done decorating the place for the
occasion. What was normally the pleasant home of a gentleman farmer and his wife
had been transformed into a setting worthy of any horror film. Thick cobwebs
hung from the porch and eaves. Windows had been boarded up. An ominous looking
scarecrow with a jack-o-lantern for a head sat in a rocking chair on the porch.
Shelly and Eric walked up the steps, and knocked on the door. As they knocked,
they noticed a red pentagram painted on the door.

"That's a nice touch." Shelly commented. "But Dick and Teresa are going to have
to repaint their door now to get rid of it."

Eric's nostrils flared, and he felt a familiar, but unwelcome, stirring
deep within.

"Blood." He said. "Chicken, I think."

Shelly looked at him curiously, and appeared to be ready to say something,
when the door creaked open and revealed Dick and Teresa, dressed as Herman and
Lily Munster.

"Welcome to our home." Said Teresa. "Enter of your own free will."

Eric grinned at that line, recognizing it from Dracula. He took Shelly by the
arm and guided her over the threshold, handing the bottle of Bacardi to Dick.
They walked into the huge living room and saw that the decorations had continued
in here, with cobwebs and ghosts apparent everywhere. Flickering candles and jack-o-
lantern's provided the only illumination. About two dozen other guests, in
various costumes, milled around the large empty room. Music pulsed from a stereo
in the dining room, and some of the guests were dancing.

Eric noticed something else, as well. More pentagrams and mystic symbols had
been painted on the walls of the living room. The smell of blood filled his
nostrils, and he momentarily panicked, feeling his control being to falter. He
closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Something wrong, handsome?" Shelly asked, laying her hand on his arm in
concern.

Eric opened his eyes and tried to smile. Shelly could almost swear his teeth
looked sharper in the candlelight. "Are the..." he began, his voice gruff. He
cleared his throat and began again.

"Are these symbols painted on the walls in blood?" He asked Dick.

"Yep...chicken blood." Dick answered proudly. "Teresa convinced me since we were
moving all the furniture out of the living room to have room for the guests
anyway, we might as well repaint. Then she convinced me that some pagan symbols
painted in blood on the walls would add to the atmosphere, so this afternoon I
went out and grabbed three fat fryers out of the yard."

"Don't worry." Teresa piped up. "We froze the chickens after we were done, and
will have them for dinner later. It just seemed to be a fun thing to do to get
into the spirit of the holiday." Dick handed Eric a 7&7, giving him a slightly
suspicious look.

"You're not one of these animal rights activists are you, Eric? The no fur, no
meat crowd?"

Eric grinned, then shut his mouth suddenly as the tip of his tongue grazed the
side of his right canine tooth, which had become longer and sharper suddenly.

"No...not at all." He assured Dick. "I eat meat all the time...and I've even
been known to wear fur on occasion."

"Good to hear." Dick said, clapping him on the back. Dick moved off to mingle
with other guests, and Shelly walked back up to Eric. She looked at him
strangely, then took his masked face between her hands and turned him so she
could gaze directly into his eyes.

"Are you feeling okay, baby?" She asked. She used her hand to wipe away a
droplet of perspiration that had formed on his upper lip. Eric caught a whiff of
her scent as she stroked her finger under his nose, and flinched.

"I'm just a little warm." He told her. "Maybe I should go out and get some air."

"I'll go with you." She said. He started to protest, and she placed her finger
to his lips. "Hush. I'm going with you."

Eric sighed and nodded to her, taking her hand and threading their way through
the crowd to the front door. Shelly left him standing there for a moment, and he
continued leaving before she returned. He was still debating that action when
she walked back up to him, grinning, with the bottle of Bacardi and a 2 liter
bottle of Coke in her hand. Eric gave her a weak smile and took the bottle of
soda. He would have preferred to be alone, but figured once he got out of the
room, and away from the blood, he'd be fine. And maybe having Shelly there would
give him added strength.

He yanked open the door, holding his nose to keep from breathing in the smell of
the blood on it, and stumbled down the front steps, dragging Shelly along behind
him. He walked a few shaky steps out into the yard, then leaned over, placing
his hands on his knees, and took in several deep breaths of the crisp October
air. The moon, almost full, had darted behind a cloud, but he could still feel
it. After a moment he straightened back up and looked at Shelly.

"Cold?" He asked, hoping she'd say yes so he could send her back inside.

Shelly walked up and pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms around his
neck, and kissed him. He concentrated on the feel of the kiss, ignoring the
scent of her close to him, feeling the beast begin to subside within him now
that he was away from the blood. Then she untied the cape from around his neck
and placed it around herself, wrapping herself in it.

"I'm fine now." She told him, smiling. She started to walk towards a stand of
trees to the left of the house, putting an exaggerated sway in her hips. After a
moment, she looked back over her shoulder at him and winked.

"Coming?" She asked.

Eric sighed and walked after her. Shelly grabbed his hand when he caught up to
her and once again headed for the stand of trees.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"We're going to take a moonlight walk in the woods." She informed him. "IF the
moon comes out from behind that cloud, that is."

"Are you sure that's such a good idea?" Eric asked her, allowing her to pull him
along behind her towards the trees. "There could be animals."

Shelly giggled. As the moon came out from behind the cloud, he could see that
she was guiding him towards a trail. Shelly stopped and took the the cap off the
bottle of rum, swallowing a long swig of it, then took the bottle of Coke from
him and took another swig as a chaser. She offered the rum to Eric, but he just
shook his head. Shelly pointed down the path.

"Teresa and I used to play here when we were kids. When I'd spend the night,
we'd sleep out in a little playhouse her father built in a clearing just a
little ways in. The only animals we're liable to encounter are drunken
teenagers! I'm sure you can protect me from them, can't you, my big strong
handsome Zorro?"

"But who's going to protect you from me?" Eric mumbled to himself. Shelly kept
walking, not seeming to hear him, pulling him along by the hand. She stopped a
couple of times to take another mouthful of rum with a cola chaser. After about
ten minutes, they came to a clearing. The moon filtering through the trees
revealed a playhouse, once painted in a gingerbread pattern. The paint had long
since faded, leaving the playhouse looking less like a little girls secret
hiding place and more like a hermits shack. He heard Shelly sigh.

"It's a shame Dick and Teresa don't have kids. They've really let this play get
run-down."

Shelly turned the doorknob and giggled when it came off in her hand. She
reached into the hole left and grabbed the doorframe, yanking it open. Then she
turned to Eric.

"Do me a favor, lover?" She asked, raising a perfectly sculpted blonde eyebrow
inquisitively. Eric noticed she was swaying just slightly from the rum she'd
been drinking.

"Anything for you, beautiful." Eric answered with a grin. He was feeling
completely in control again since getting away from the blood. As long as he
kept reminding himself that the moon wasn't full for another day he'd be fine.

Shelly moved close to him again, tilting her head up and kissing him softly
on the lips.

"Carry me over the threshold. Be my handsome prince carrying me back to
our castle."

Eric smiled and took her into his arms. He bent at the waist, sliding his left
arm down under her knees, and lifted her into his embrace. At the same time her
arms went around his neck, holding him, pulling his head down into a deep kiss.
He cradled her to him and stepped across the threshold of the playhouse.

Inside, the playhouse was divided into two rooms. The main room held an old
cardboard table with a plastic tea set, covered in dust and cobwebs, still set
out, and the rusted remains of a child's toy oven. Eric carried Shelly through
the open doorway into the second room, where the skeletal remains of a bunkbed
still stood. He set her down in the middle of the room.

"Looks like the mattresses are gone." Shelly said, untying the black Zorro
cape from around her neck and spreading it out on the floor. "We'll just have
to make do."

Eric watched as Shelly slowly, sensuously began removing the silk and velvet slave-
girl costume. First she pulled off the diaphanous green silk blouse, pulling her
arms from the puffy sleeves, and draped it over the bedframe. Then she reached
behind her and unhooked the green velvet bra, letting her magnificent breasts
spill free. The gold rings through her nipples glinted in the moonlight
filtering in through the windows.

Shelly kicked off her slippers and eased the green silk harem pants over her
waist, then down her long, smooth, perfectly shaped legs. Then she stood up, and
locked her emerald eyes on his as she slowly removed the green velvet thong. She
lifted her left leg, stepping out of the thong, then let it slide down around
her right ankle. She kicked her foot, sending the thong flying towards him. He
caught it and raised it to his nose, smelling her scent.

She took a step to him and reached up, removing the hat from his head, and
tossed it onto the frame of the bed. Then she untied the knot at the back of his
head, and pulled off his mask. She raised up on her toes and softly kissed him
as her hands began unbuttoning the black silk shirt, revealing the dark hair on
his chest. He kissed her way down over his chin, down the front of his neck, and
began kissing and licking a trail down the center of his chest as she sank
slowly to her knees.

Kneeling before him, Shelly untied the sash around his waist and began working
on the buckle of his belt and the buttons of his leather pants as Eric let the
shirt slip down his arms and tossed it to the bedframe. Shelly unbuttoned the
fly of his pants and spread it open in a wide V, letting the swollen eight-
inches of his cock burst out into the cool night air. She leaned forward and
teasingly placed a kiss on the engorged purple head, then rocked back, sitting
on her heels.

"Lift your left foot, stud." She told him. Eric complied, and Shelly pulled the
boot and sock from it, then set it back down on the tiled floor. Then he lifted
his right foot and she removed that boot and sock as well. As Eric stood
barefoot before her, she reached up and grabbed the waistband of his leather
pants, yanking them down his long legs. Eric stepped out of them and she cast
them to the side, then lay back on the cape she had spread out.

"See anything you like, handsome?" She asked teasingly.

Grinning, Eric sank to his knees on the edge of the cape. He slid his hands
under her thighs, spreading them in the process, and lifted her knees. Then he
lowered his head, breathing in the perfume of her arousal, seeing the moonlight
reflecting teasingly off the moisture flowing from her and the gold ring
piercing her clit. He extended his tongue and began flicking at the ring,
teasing her, then sucked her clit into his mouth. He grazed her throbbing
button with his teeth as he sucked at it, laving it with his tongue. Shelly
writhed on the floor beneath him, her hand reaching out to stroke through his
thick black hair.


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