Dru hurried through the fog, the tall grass catching at his shoes and trying to trip him, but he could see the lights of the old manor through the mist–a dozen spots of golden light glowing in the darkness, and he could hear the deep, bass beat of the music, like the heartbeat of the house itself. Climbing the creaky front steps, he entered through the open front doors, shrugging out of his long, black overcoat as he glanced around the foyer.
There was a pile of coats against the wall, so he checked his pockets to make sure there wasn’t anything worth staling, and then tossed his down. Running a hand back through his short black hair, he walked farther into the house, the music coming from a closed set of double doors on his left. On the right, there were a couple of dark doorways and at the end of the hall he could see a staircase leading to the second floor. After a moment’s hesitation, he pulled open one side of the double doors and stepped into the ballroom, momentarily blind as strobe lights and colored spot lights reflected off a spinning mirror ball, sending dancing flecks darting all around the dark room.
As his eyes adjusted, he moved deeper into the room, skirting the writhing mob on the dance floor as he headed for the refreshment table, his bright green eyes sweeping the crowd, looking for someone he knew, or at least someone he could talk to. It was his first college party and he wasn’t sure what to expect, especially at Alyrrawood University, the preeminent school for mages, werefolk, vampires, and faeries.
Dru was himself a mage–a water mage, his major in marine biology, and he was considering a minor in either rain summoning or water conservation. He wanted to study life-forms on aquatic worlds, but if that didn’t pan out, he needed something practical to fall back on.
Stopping at the punch bowl, he dipped out some of the bright pink punch, the odor almost sickly sweet, but with a hint of something bitter as well. He took a long drink, licking his lips as he tried to place the aftertaste, but it escaped him. Something herbal, perhaps? That was all he needed–to drink spiked punch and get himself expelled.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder and he turned, surprised when a dark-skinned human took the cup out of his hand and set it back on the table.
“You don’t want to drink that,” the guy said, leaning close to be heard over the music. “I saw somebody putting something in it–Rapture, I think.”
Dru grimaced. “I already had some,” he said. Rapture was a sexual stimulant that people sometimes took to heighten their experience, but in large enough doses, it was a date-rape drug, fucking over a person’s inhibitions. How much had he ingested?
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” the guy said, taking him by the arm. “C’mon, let’s go someplace quieter.”
Dru followed him out of the ballroom, suddenly aware of how stiflingly hot it was in there. Wasn’t that a side-effect of Rapture? He checked his pulse and found it fluttering rapidly. That had to mean something.
Out in the hall, he stopped and the guy looked back at him. “I should go back to campus,” Dru said. “I should go to the infirmary.”
“Relax,” the guy said with a soft, reassuring smile. “You didn’t drink that much, and there’s nothing they could do anyway. You just have to wait for it to wear off. And you don’t want this going on your record, do you?”
“No…” Dru admitted. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”
“We have Bio together. Professor Tessex’s class. I sit in the corner near the dragon.” The dragon wasn’t a student, he was the adopted son of the professor, which was a little weird, but Dru was getting used to weird. “The name’s Tiny.”
“Tiny?” Dru echoed, arching an eyebrow as he stared up at the tall, broad-shouldered young man.
Tiny laughed. “Yeah, it’s my folkname.”
“Oh, you’re a Were,” Dru said. Were-creatures had a tradition of changing their names to suit their new animal forms. “I’m Dru, by the way. I’m a mage. So what kind of Were are you?” With a name like Tiny, he had to be a mouse or hummingbird or something.
“Stick around and maybe you’ll find out,” Tiny said with a grin and a wink. “What do you say?”
Dru wasn’t feeling impaired, just relaxed and surprisingly horny, his cock straining within the confines of his jeans, but even so, he could have said no. He just didn’t want to. “Sure,” he said. “Do you know where we can go?”
“Upstairs,” Tiny said, grabbing his hand and pulling him down the hall at a near run. They were both out of breath as they reached the top of the stairs, but Tiny pulled him down another hall, this one lined on either side by closed doors. He stopped at the first one and rapped on the worn wood.
“Occupied!” someone inside shouted. Tiny moved on to the next one.
“Go away!” He had to knock on three more before he received no answer. He tried the knob and the door opened into a dark room.
“Here we go,” Tiny said, digging into his pockets. “Just a second…” He pulled out a stub of a candle and a box of matches. With a scritch he struck the match on the side of the box and lit the candle, holding it out as he walked into the room, following the walls and lighting several dusty oil lamps mounted to the walls. “Much better,” he said, blowing out his candle and wiping the dust off the glass globe of one of the lamps. Dru glanced around the room, his nose tickling at the sight of all the cobwebs and dust-bunnies. He sneezed as Tiny pulled the dusty quilt off the bed and shook it.
“How long has this place been abandoned?” Dru asked, closing and locking the door behind himself.
“As long as anyone can remember,” Tiny said, spreading the quilt back over the stained mattress and drawing his shirt off over his head. In the lamplight, his smooth, dark skin glowed like fine chocolate. Dru couldn’t wait to have a taste. “They say it once belonged to Assandra Tyric, one of the founders of the university, but I don’t think there’s any proof. The place doesn’t seem old enough to me, but I’m not a history major, so what do I know?” he added with a laugh.
“You really came prepared,” Dru commented as Tiny pulled a jar of lubricating gel out of his pocket and tossed it onto the bed. “This isn’t your first party, I take it.”
“No, I’m a sophomore,” Tiny said, kicking off his shoes. “I’m only in Bio because I changed my major at the end of last year. I was in economics, but I decided I’d end up killing myself if I had to sit behind a desk for the rest of my life. Now I want to be a veterinarian.”
“Oh? That’s what I almost went into, but I heard it was harder to get than a medical degree,” Dru said, stripping off his shirt and pants. Tiny dropped his jeans and boxers, his thick brown cock already hard and proud, the head flushed a deep rose. Dru groaned and walked over to him, sinking to his knees on the moth-eaten carpet. “I see why they call you Tiny,” he said with a chuckle as he wrapped a hand around the base of Tiny’s cock, the other fondling his full, heavy balls.
Leaning in, Dru rubbed his cheek against Tiny’s shaft, feeling it twitch against the side of his face. Licking and kissing, he mouthed the thick cock, his hand stroking and pulling at Tiny’s balls as he worked his way toward the exposed crown, Tiny’s dark foreskin drawn back and his pink skin slick with precum. Running his tongue up the underside of the shaft, Dry tickled the slit with the tip of his tongue, the salty, musky flavor of Tiny’s fluids making his heart pound and his cock twitch within the confines of his briefs.
Dru looked up, watching Tiny’s face as he opened his mouth and slid down Tiny’s cock, taking more than half of the dark meat into his mouth. He moaned around the hot shaft, so heavy and solid on his tongue, and he sucked as he bobbed his head, drawing back to bathe the slick crown with swipes from his tongue, lapping at the precum that flowed from the weeping slit.
Tiny moaned, his big hand encircling his shaft, and he began to pump himself, taking short, hissing breaths as he jerked off. Dru wrapped his lips around the cockhead and sucked, tongue flicking up and down the slit, until he felt the salty explosion flood his mouth. Pulling back, he swallowed the mouthful and let the next few spurts land on his face and chest.
“Fuck, that was good,” Tiny said, panting as he looked down at Dru. Tiny pulled him to his feet and leaned down, licking his own cum off Dru’s face before kissing him, Tiny’s tongue sliding into Dru’s mouth and stroking against his own. Dru groaned as Tiny reached down and rubbed his hard cock through the thin cotton of his briefs, teasing him until a wet spot had formed on the front of his underwear, hinting at what was to come.