Cobalt Blue 3 - Halloween Special
The tall, muscular man walked imperiously through the throng of revellers at the night's party. He was both aware of and immune to the admiring glances that both sexes sent his way. He stood a couple of inches over six feet tall and his muscular frame was well displayed by the immaculate tuxedo he wore that evening. He filled it to perfection. His dark hair was slicked back and his goatee beard well trimmed. He had wanted to look nothing less than flawless for this special night. This night, in this place, he intended to take his Chosen. He licked his lips in anticipation and then ran them over the sharp incisors.
//The one night of the year no-one pays any attention to teeth like this// he thought with a mental smile.
His hazel eyes coolly appraised the crowd. His Chosen was somewhere in the mass of humanity. The Watcher cast his gaze around again from a second vantage point. A glimpse of gold had the Watcher focus deeper into the crowd and a rumbling growl of pleasure escaped the powerful chest.
His Chosen.
He moved closer, focusing on the sensually gyrating form. Soft, straight blond hair hung to slender shoulders. Dazzlingly blue sapphire eyes shone with joy and the Cupid's bow lips were in a wide smile. Slender bodied, the dancer moved with an elegant, sinuous grace.
The Watcher's eyes devoured the lissom form. It was clear from the way the outfit clung to every curve of the svelte body that the only underwear could be a g-string. His Chosen was in a skin-tight lycra body suit decorated with feline spots. A spotted mask was worn across the eyes and failed to detract from breathtaking beauty. A thick, furry spotted tail fastened above tight, pert buttocks completed the ensemble.
//Delicious// the Watcher mused and then frowned. He had thought his Chosen was simply dancing amongst the crowd; however from this distance the Watcher could see the other male. He growled softly, warningly.//That won't do at all//.
He rapidly closed the distance ignoring all others till he stood behind his Chosen. He had recognised the look in the interloper's eyes; a mix of admiration and lust. //Mine// the Watcher's mind screamed. A proprietary arm looped around the slender waist and burning hazel eyes locked on the other male's. Staking his claim silently the Watcher awaited the other male's response. Fleetingly their eyes met before the other inclined their head acknowledging the prior claim. The Watcher smiled triumphantly.
"That wasn't very nice" a soft voice admonished.
"Sorry, my sweet," the Watcher purred seductively. "But you are mine."
"I am?" the blond questioned and then gasped as the Watcher's tongue laved the sensitive skin behind their ear. Simultaneously, hard flesh ground insistently against toned buttocks and sharp teeth grazed dangerously over the rapid pulse at the fragile throat.
"Oh yes, my sweet. All mine."
The Watcher continued to grind himself against the smaller body in his arms, revelling in the taste and scent of his Chosen. He permitted one hand to ghost across small nipples now hard and peaked before it drifted lower. He growled in approval at the enticing bulge.
"We can't have anyone else seeing what's mine," the Watcher purred and swung the blond into his embrace, cradling their head on his shoulder. His free hand slid possessively to the small of his Chosen's back. Now their mutual hardnesses could press together. His smile was feral as the smaller male rubbed shamelessly against him like the cat he dressed to imitate.
"I can't believe how you make me feel," the blond moaned softly. "Even with all these people around me I want you."
"Then let us have a more...private...party. One just to ourselves," the Watcher husked. "Come with me, my sweet."
He led the smaller man by the hand through the crowd, neither noticing the glances sent their way. As they emerged from the ballroom, the Watcher slid a strong arm around his Chosen's waist as though afraid they would escape him.
"Where are we going?" the soft voice asked.
"Somewhere we won't be disturbed, my sweet," the Watcher assured.
Confidently he led the young man to a large spiral staircase and up to the next floor. He had made a special study of this building. He knew all the entrances and exits and had selected this room as ideal. He was pleased to see his Chosen looked curious, not apprehensive. He produced a key and unlocked a door with a plate marked 'Linen'. He pulled the unresisting young man inside and flicked on the light. He immediately located two torches, flicking them on before switching off the main light. There was sufficient space for the men to move comfortably.