TWO NAKED men, kissing, barred his way.
He threw an impatient glance over his shoulder to Orin, who just
finished closing the door. Orin raised one brow in inquiry at his
scowl. He jerked his head towards the two men. Orin shook his head
ruefully and indolently walked towards them. Putting a gentle hand
to each shoulder of the two men, he said teasingly, "Hey, lovebirds,
break it up for a sec. The doctor needs to go to Miss Anja's room.
You 're blocking his way."
The two men reluctantly let go of each other's lips and glared insolently
to the doctor, their bodies gleaming and sweaty from the very heated
embrace. The doctor pushed his eyeglasses higher at his nose and looked
anywhere but the two. He turned slightly to Orin and said curtly,
"I would prefer it if this won't happen again while I'm here," and
with a stiff nod, he stalked off to the direction of his patient's
room.
The two men glared at his retreating back, their teeth gritting.
Orin, sensing their annoyance, tried to appease them, "Don't mind
the self-righteous doctor. He won't be long. His business here is
over. I'll deal with him…later."
He smiled lazily, showing sharp canine teeth, which marred his otherwise
handsome features. Then his face became grim, and his stance became
menacing. The two men sensed this change and they smile with each
other, obviously approving their master's reaction.
The doctor stood outside of his patient's room. He dabbed at the
moisture on his forehead with his handkerchief and took a deep, calming
breath. Every time he visits Anja, his pulses quicken, his breathing
became labored and his knees felt oddly shaken.
After taking a grip of himself, he groped for the doorknob and entered
the room without knocking. The room is in darkness, and for a while,
he felt a sense of being lost and swallowed into nothingness. Then
he glimpsed something white moving in the darkness. Shaking his head,
he fumbled in the dark for a table to put his medical bag. As he proceed
in the room, he caught sight of the weak light coming from the bedroom
windows which curtains have been blown by the wind. He gently placed
his medical bag at a nearby table, which he felt his right foot bumped
into.
Walking towards the windows, he lifted the curtains and gazed at
the darkened sky. Cloudy, starless…the full moon seems to be smiling
knowingly.
"Put it back."
He turned and searched in the darkness for the voice. He saw a pair
of gleaming eyes, cat's eyes, he mused. Then he saw Anja's swaying
body clad in shimmering white, and lovingly fiddling the bow of her
violin. Suddenly he felt the room brightened slightly because of Anja's
appearance.
"Where have you been? I thought I was alone," he stammered.
Anja gave a sultry smile and flicked her long, curly hair over one
dainty shoulder with her bow. "I was on the bed, sleeping. I thought
you weren't coming. You're late, Jonathan," there was slight censure
in her voice.
The doctor swallowed and said casually, "I was at my girlfriend's
flat. We just had dinner and you know how time passed quickly when
you have engaging company."
"And is she?" Anja asked.
"Is she what?" the doctor asked back.
"Engaging?"
The doctor cleared his throat and boasted, "Of course! I won't settle
for less you know."
"Hymn...really, Jonathan?" Anja asked with wicked candor.
The doctor gazed at Anja's wide, inquiring eyes and stood mesmerized
for a moment. Then he shook his head and turned from those bewitching
eyes, "Yes, really."
Anja gave a derisive smile behind the doctor's back and started playing
with her violin when she heard the doctor gave an angry expletive
and drew her attention to him.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"My hand's been pricked by my syringe because I can't see a damn
thing in this room!" the doctor snapped at Anja's query.
"Does it hurt?" Anja can't help rubbing the doctor's wounds a little.
"Of course it hurts! Can't you see I'm bleeding?"
No, Anja wanted to say.
The doctor is indeed in pain because the syringe's needle is a big
one and he felt it dug at the palm of his left hand. He put his lips
at the bloodied wound and sucked in the blood.
Anja stood watching the doctor, mesmerized and a little envious.
She swallowed and licked her lips. Unable to just watch any longer,
she moved towards him and put her violin and bow to the table with
his bag. She took the doctor's hand and whispered, "Let me do it,
Arthur," and bending her head, took over the sucking.
The doctor felt Anja's soft, wet lips against the palm of his hand
and felt the pain of the wound replaced by a fluid pain flowing from
his stomach to his groins. He gave a moan and clutched Anja's waist
with his right hand. He caressed the gentle swell of her hips and
pressed himself to her body. He felt Anja stopped sucking and lifted
her head.
"Naughty, very naughty, doctor. What would your girlfriend say?"
Anja teased.
The doctor pressed his lips to Anja's neck and said, "You know I
don't have a girlfriend. It's you I want. Tell me you want me, please
tell me," he begged.
"I'm hungry for you, my very bad, very naughty doctor," Anja put
her hands at the doctor's nape and traced his spine slowly. She felt
the doctor trembled against her.
The doctor buried his left hand at Anja's hair and kissed her eyes,
her nose and then, almost reverently, her lips. Then he used his other
hand to hold her buttocks and ground himself against her. He left
her lips to kiss her throat down to the valley between her breasts.
He felt her shudder against him, and concluded with some conceit that
she's as impatient as he is.
Anja put her hands at the side of his face and pulled his head down.
He went down on his knees and proceeded kissing her body. He pressed
his lips against her stomach and wet her dress with his tongue. Anja
bent to him and put her hands inside his shirt. She caressed his chest
and then felt his heart. He lifted his head from kissing her navel
and gaze at her. She looked into his eyes and whispered, "Your heart's
racing mad."
He wound his arms around her and admitted huskily, "Yes, yes! I'm
burning for you, Anja. You've been a torment for me for so long. I've
been dreaming of this. Let me take you, Anja. And I'll give you everything
you want. Just tell me what it is."
"All I want is your heart, Arthur," and then she pulled him to his
feet and kissed him. "It's yours, just touch me, Anja. Kiss me," he
groaned against her lips.
Arthur let his hands slide upwards to her breasts and cupped them.
He felt Anja's lips at his ears, her hand still pressed against the
racing tattoo of his heart. Then he felt her lips at his neck, his
chin. She traced his jaw with her tongue and tickled the hollow in
his ear. Then, Anja suddenly licked the moisture at the tips of his
nose. He smiled and anticipated her next move. Anja impatiently tore
at the buttons of his long sleeve polo.
"Easy now, the night is still young," he said but helped her all
the same to undress him. Now he felt Anja's lips against his chest,
and then up to his throat at the pulse beating there, all the time
her hands seemed to scorch him near where his heart beat frantically.
He took her other hand and brought it to his abdomen and lower. He
felt Anja's grip on him and gave a shudder, reaching the edge of his
self-control. At the same time he felt an agonizing pain on his neck,
like his flesh has been torn from his body.
He drew away from Anja a little and put a hand against his neck.
He felt his frayed skin and lifted his hand to gaze at the blood dripping
from it. He threw Anja's body from him and covered the bloodied side
of his neck. He looked at Anja's face, her tongue licking the blood
from her lips, greedily chewing something in her mouth. Her eyes,
dazed and hungry, shifted to his chest.
"Anja, why? Why did you do it? I loved you. I'm the only one who
can help you. And you said you want me, too, right?" he cried, still
hoping that Anja has just been playing with him.
Anja shook her head, her hair sticking to her red-mouth. "I want
your heart, not your body, Jonathan," she purred and extended her
hands towards him. He looked at those hands and he saw how her nails
seem so claw-like, long and sharp, aiming at his heart.
"You must be joking."
"Then, why aren't you laughing?"
Jonathan stared at her, stricken, appalled at his own conceit. He
turned and groped in the dark to escape the room. He ran towards the
door, clutched at the doorknob with shaking fingers and opened it.
He can hear his heart beat drumming in his ear, faster than it used
to earlier at Anja's bedroom, but now, not with desire, but with fear-fear
for his life.
He didn't stop running until he entered the living room and stopped
dead at the scene before his eyes. Orin was lounging in an armchair
and looking at him sardonically. The two naked men entwined near the
doorway.
"Where's the fire, doctor?" Orin asked idly.
"Let me out, you filthy servant! Let me out of this damned place!"
he screamed at him and walked towards the door.
Immediately the two men moved and glared at him menacingly, their
eyes lustrous.
Orin get up from the armchair lazily and walked towards him. "I'm
afraid that's impossible," he told the doctor quite gently, "Miss
Anja's orders, sir." Orin gestured with his hand Anja's presence at
the doctor's back.
The doctor felt Anja's sharp nails on his shoulders, turning him
to her tenderly. "Why did you run away like that? We're not finished
yet," she cradled his head and eyed his bleeding neck. "Orin," she
called to man standing nearby, eyeing them jealously.
"Yes, my lady?" he queried.
"You can fix this, can't you?"
"Are you sure, my lady? You will let me?" Orin seemed eager to obey
her request.
The doctor prayed that they were talking about fixing his wound,
that it was all a cruel joke to Anja. He felt Orin's breath near his
neck, probably seeing for himself how much damage Anja has done.
"Hmn…not bad, you're improving Anja," he heard Orin said.
"Really?" Anja asked him provokingly.
"Yes, my love," Orin went to her side and kissed her.
The doctor watched them, shaken to the core, when he saw Orin licked
the blood at Anja's chin. Animals, he thought disgustedly.
Orin raised his head suddenly and looked at the doctor. Jonathan
cowered like a scared rat. Orin turned Anja in his arms. Then they
gazed at each other's eyes and shared a secret smile.
The doctor felt numbed as they walked towards him, with the two naked
men laughing behind him in a sinister way…
TWO NAKED men, kissing, barred his way.
Inspector Corpuz stared at the statue of the two naked men locked
in a fierce embrace at the doorway. At first, he thought they were
real, because their bodies looked so alive. He can almost swear that
he can hear them breathe.
"Kinky, huh?"
He started and saw Orin, smiling sheepishly, his eyeglasses two large
for his handsome face, spiky hair falling on his eyes.
"Er, yes, you're house is a bit queer, sir. I've never seen anything
like it," the inspector explained at being caught watching the bizarre
statue very closely. Then he offered his hand to the man and said,
"Well, thank you sir, for your full cooperation. We may find some
lead to what you have told us about Dr. Jonathan Perez's disappearance.
No one knew that he actually have a girlfriend!" the inspector was
quite pleased at the knowledge that could solve the difficult case
he's trying to solve.
"After he examined my wife, he told her that he's going to his girlfriend's
house. Unfortunately, we didn't know her name," Orin said apologetically
and took his hand.
The inspector shook his head, "It doesn't matter. We will fix it.
Thank you again for your help. And I hope your wife will get better,
she seems so pale. Maybe she's too upset about her doctor," the doctor
said musingly.
"We are deeply affected by his disappearance, my wife most of all.
We need to find another doctor to attend to her, you see. Dr. Perez
was very kind to come here every week for his house call on my wife,"
Orin said, hiding a smile.
The inspector, mistaking the glint in his eyes as tears of concern
for his wife's condition, decided to end his leave-taking. He spoke
his gratitude and said goodbye to Orin. Then, taking a last look at
the statue, walked down the steps towards his car.
Orin let go of his mirth once the inspector's car disappear from
his sight and clapped the back of the two naked men. Then they closed
the door at the full moon gazing forlornly at their house.
Anja was playing when Orin went to their bedroom. She smiled at him
and commented, "The doctor's eyeglasses looks sexier on you."
Orin grinned and swept her into his arms and nuzzled her neck. "I'm
so glad that maniac is gone. I still can't see how I can control myself
every time he looks at you or touches you," he whispered huskily.
Anja laughed, pushing him down the bed and watched as he undressed
himself, saying benignly, "Because you know that you are the only
man for me."
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Golda is taking up advertising. She likes like alternative, metal,
and rock music and loves Jeff Buckley. She wants to be a writer or
painter and is interested in vampires.
