CHAPTER 17
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—> PHONE CASE
Found a phone case with the glitter in the plastic, is it yours…
—> RIDE
Anyone give me a ride home next week? I’ll chip in for…
∨∨ ROADKILL NECROMANCER!
submitted 1 day ago by @AngelD
Y’all seen the new creep in town? Okay so there’s this white dude me and Cameron seen near JSquare and then on Magazine and he was all bent over ROADKILL and talking to it and nearly laying on hands! He’s trying to bring them back to life for sure with NECROMANCY!
@cameron_ortiz 1 day ago says:
For real it was messed up! Like…dude scooped up a cat or a squirrel or w/e it was and put it in a box and took it with him. DEF NECROMANCY ;)
@simpsonface 1 day ago says:
what if he’s a wizard????!
@AngelD 1 day ago says:
Bro what do you think necromancy is
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ROADKILL NECROMANCER
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Me and my boy were wandering around a couple nights ago and saw a man trying to resurrect animals. Near JSquare he was crouched next to this cat and muttering incantations and waving his hands around over its body.
Then last night he was resurrecting another one on Magazine street. He scooped it into a box and looked around all guilty like he didn’t want no one to see.
This morning as I was walking to school I SAW the same cat dude had brought back to life! It followed me and its eyes glowed red like it had the devil in it and had been to hell.
Careful y’all don’t bring a kitten inside that the Roadkill Necromancer brought back to life. It’ll suck the souls out of your family through their mouths!
Categories: Necromancy | New Orleans | Devil | Animals
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>> whaaaaaat the hell i literally found a cat in the street and brought it home like 2 days ago *screams. checks its eyes*
January 23 by mechanosphere
>> LOL probably a schizophrenic guy talking to animals but I like where yr head’s at
January 23 by LampshadeArmchair
>> Maybe he’s one of those Nola vampyres who, like, need souls to live and he’s trying to consume the cats’ souls? Awww kitteeeees!
January 22 by SpilledMilk23
>> *Gag* that’s so effing unsanitary
January 21 by bubbleT
>> Wait is it a tall white guy wearing an overcoat with thick glasses? Cuz I think I saw him near the Lafayette cemetery. He was talking to something on the ground and I just thought it was his own dog or a stray cat or w/e but then when I walked by it was an animal lying on the ground and not moving.
January 21 by ButterOrNothingAtAll
>> Wish he’d bring my cat back to life Actually NM bc Pet Sematary!
January 21 by SageAndAHaircut
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Re: Met Someone?
To: David Callas ([email protected])
From: August Van Helsing ([email protected])
Date: January 23, 10:02 AM
David…he is wonderful. After our first (strange) date that was orchestrated by the phone application he was testing, Arthur and I went to the Museum of Death—remember, I took you and Ang there and he struck up a conversation with the man he believed to be an employee but turned out to be a homeless man who knew so much about the city’s history? I had been anxious that perhaps he would find me tiresome or I find him irritating, but it was quite the opposite.
We…we spark one another, David, and I lose time with him, like a child running through fields in the sun looking up from his soft nest only to find it has set unbeknownst to him. The parts of myself that I hold mostly closely, he wiggles loose with barely gripping fingers; the parts I cloak myself in as armor he peels away with sweet smiles and he names them with lust.
I sound ridiculous, likely. A book of amateur poetry riffled by the wind. But he makes my heart as serene as my lone canoe on the bayou; the touch of his skin whips me hot and tangled. I shall not write the particulars of our encounters for Ang’s titillation, or for yours; I will merely say that every piece of the dynamic works, and that he turns me into a desperate man, ravenous for touch and undone by a simple kiss. He yields to me, you see, in ways that are not about surrender, but about welcome. He welcomes me into himself, body and heart, and it humbles me, David. It humbles me in ways I can’t explain. All I hope is that it not come to an end too quickly. I think…I think perhaps I couldn’t stand to lose him yet. Just…not yet.
Thank you for the prod I needed to make the choice I wanted to make but could not quite justify without you.
Always,
Gus
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Dr. A. Van Helsing
Department of Anthropology
Tulane University
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Text Message
Arthur Quincey to August Van Helsing
1:02 PM
Arthur: Wow I failed hardcore with that profile thing and now Mina’s pissed at me, then I failed hardcore telling Lucy maybe we should stop looking for Harker and she’s upset :( :( :(
Arthur: Sigh, I know you’re in class rn
Arthur: Anyway I’m gonna distract myself from my SM failure now
Arthur: And see if I can change yr mind about yr extra credit policy… ;)
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Re: Extra credit for Arthur Quincey
To: August Van Helsing ([email protected])
From: Arthur Quincey ([email protected])
Date: January 24, 3:30 PM
Hi, Professor Van Helsing! Here's my extra credit. I sure hope it's good enough to earn me a few extra points on my grade.
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XXXtra Credit ;)
Arthur was late to class again, and he knew he was going to get in trouble. Professor Van Helsing wasn't going to be pleased with him, and Arthur's grade was already suffering. He couldn't help it—being in class was so distracting. He spent most of the time sitting in his seat and staring at the good professor, thinking about how hot it would be if he could get on his knees and hear that stern voice lecturing him how to suck cock instead of complex social structures.
There was one particular lecture that got Arthur so turned on, he was palming his cock beneath his desk and hoping no one would notice. Immediately after the class was over, he escaped to the bathroom to jerk off. He came so hard thinking about sucking Professor Van Helsing off that he had to bite his own wrist to stifle the sound. It almost worked, but not quite—and Arthur didn't even care if anyone heard him.
It was the reason why he was late today, actually. He'd been so determined not to get distracted by thoughts of Professor Van Helsing grabbing his hair and choking him with his cock that he got off before class. Arthur fingered himself while he fucked his fist, and he really meant to go faster and just get off but it felt too good to rush. He was out of breath after he came, and sweaty enough that he needed to get a whole new shirt. But he didn't bother with underwear, just tugged up his pants, grabbed a clean tee and his backpack, and headed to Exeter Hall on still-trembling legs.
He'd completely misjudged the time, though, and was even later than he thought. The door opening was as loud as a gunshot, creaking like an alarm. The building was old and the hinges must not have been oiled since the Second World War. Everyone turned to look at him, and worst of all, Professor Van Helsing stopped talking, looked right at him and said in that deep, sexy-as-fuck voice, "Nice of you to come today, Mr. Quincey."
You have no idea, Professor, thought Arthur as he slunk into his seat. It was right in the front, of course—the better to stare at the hot professor—and his face was on fire as he arranged himself at his desk. Professor Van Helsing’s dark blue eyes seemed to bore into him even once he was settled. He tried opening his backpack quietly to get his computer, but of course it made quite a ruckus anyway. When he turned the computer on, he wasn't paying attention and didn't realize his browser was open…to XVideos.
Specifically, a video of a young man being railed over a desk by his professor. Arthur had been watching it before he'd gone to bed, and he'd finished before either of the men in the video so it was right at the part where the young man was saying excitedly, "Yes, professor, fuck me harder—harder, God, please…"*
Arthur was mortified! He'd just played a clip of professor/student pornography and the acoustics were excellent—maybe the only thing that worked in this damn ancient building. He could feel Professor Van Helsing's blue eyes on him as he slammed his laptop shut, horrified…but his cock stirred at the memory of the young man bent over his professor's desk, getting fucked within an inch of his life. Since he couldn't open the laptop for fear of giving his classmates another aural treat, he slouched in his seat and avoided making eye contact with anyone.
After the class was over, Arthur wanted to leave as quickly as possible. But Professor Van Helsing stopped by his desk and put a hand on it, tapping twice.
Nice hands, thought Arthur, unable to stop staring at them. He thought of Professor Van Helsing running them all over his body and shivered, his cock getting harder in his pants.
"Please come to my office, Mr. Quincey."
Arthur needed a few minutes before he could get out of his seat. So long that the other class after Professor Van Helsing's was starting to file in, looking strangely at him. Arthur eventually made his way out, hoping the way he was holding his bag to cover his erection wasn't too obvious.
"Mr. Quincey. Please close the door behind you."
Arthur swallowed nervously and did as Professor Van Helsing asked, wincing a bit at the sound of the lock clicking. He put his bag on the floor and went to sit in the chair in front of Professor Van Helsing's desk.
"You'll stand," Professor Van Helsing said. He was also standing, those large hands resting on the top of his wooden desk.
Arthur should not be thinking about wood. No. He cleared his throat. "Y-yes, Professor."
"Now, perhaps you'd like to tell me why you're so distracted, Mr. Quincey. Have you been watching pornography all this time, and is that why your grade continues to decline?"
Oh, no. Arthur took a deep breath. "I—no, that was…just a mistake. I promise, sir."
"I see." Professor Van Helsing narrowed his eyes. "But that doesn't explain your poor performance and problem arriving on time to class, Mr. Quincey."
"Well, I…" What the hell. "I might have a bit of a problem with you, Professor."
Professor Van Helsing raised both his brows. "And why is that?"
"I keep thinking about—suckingyourcockinclass," Arthur muttered, bravado fading a bit under that fierce stare, the enormity of having all of Professor Van Helsing's attention focused solely on him.
"What was that, Mr. Quincey? I don't think I heard you correctly."
"Sucking your cock," Arthur said, chin tilting up. "That's what's distracting me. Thinking about sucking your cock. And also you fucking me over your desk, just like in that video. Sir," he added, a bit breathless. There was no point trying to hide his erection—and nothing to do it with, anyway—so he reached down and palmed his cock through his jeans.
"Hands off," Professor Van Helsing snapped. He came around his desk. He stared so hard at Arthur's cock, it felt like he was touching it. Arthur shifted on his feet, hands behind his back to keep from touching himself.
Professor Van Helsing leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms over his broad chest. His expression was inscrutable. "I suppose the only way to ensure you're a capable student is by getting this little fantasy out of your system."
Arthur wasn't sure he heard that right. "I—it is?"
"Yes. And I have a class in thirty minutes, so I wouldn't wait any longer to get started, if I were you."
Arthur almost asked if he was serious, realized one of his fantasies was about to come true, then did the sensible thing and dropped to his knees.
Professor Van Helsing was undoing his belt, casually, widening his stance a bit as he finished unbuttoning his pants. "Sometime today, Mr. Quincey. Let's see if you're better at this than paying attention in class."
Arthur looked up at the professor, savoring the view of broad shoulders, a strong jaw, and that infuriating brown hair that gave him such a rakish look. He leaned in slowly and took Professor Van Helsing's half-hard cock in his mouth, and started sucking enthusiastically. The floor hurt his knees, his cock was a throbbing ache in his jeans, and the professor’s big hands were sliding into Arthur's hair, keeping Arthur's head steady as he began to fuck his mouth with sharp snaps of his hips.
"Not entirely lacking in skill," Professor Van Helsing murmured. "Suck harder. Use your hands." He gave Arthur's face a slight slap when Arthur immediately reached down to rub his own dick. "On me. I haven't decided if you get to come today or not."
Arthur stared up at Van Helsing, wondering if he could read the I already did in his eyes as he rubbed Professor Van Helsing's balls with his hand, tonguing the head of his dick with enthusiasm.
Professor Van Helsing groaned and tightened his hands in Arthur's hair, thrusting harder. "That's it. Nice and messy, Mr. Quincey. Get it wet so I can fuck you like the bad, bad student you are."
Arthur moaned and took his professor's cock as deep as he could, choking and trying his best to breathe as Professor Van Helsing used his mouth.
Finally he pulled back, panting, and said, "Stand up."
Arthur stood up with some effort, mouth aching and so turned on he might come if Professor Van Helsing even touched his dick.
Professor Van Helsing took in Arthur's swollen, wet mouth, his messy hair, and his rapid breathing with an expression of pleased arrogance. His eyes traveled down farther, where Arthur's cock was pressing against his jeans, a wet smear of precome visible on the fabric. "My, my, Arthur. Impatient, are we?" He shook his head. "Almost as if you haven't made me wait every day you've been late. If you couldn't do me the favor of arriving when I wanted, why should I return the favor and make you come?"
"Because it'll only take me about three seconds," Arthur panted. "Sir."
"Over my desk, and if you don't come while I fuck you, I'll think about touching your dick."
Arthur quickly stepped out of his jeans, glad he hadn't bothered with underwear, and hurried over to stand behind the desk. He leaned down, bracing himself on the desk and looking over his shoulder. "Like…like this?"
Professor Van Helsing didn't bother to nod, just stood behind him and started rubbing his hard cock up and down the cleft of Arthur's ass. "Open your legs for me, Mr. Quincey. I'm rather through with you making things difficult for me."
Arthur widened his legs, moaning as he felt Professor Van Helsing tease his hole with the head of his cock. "Please, sir," he moaned, sounding as debauched as the young man on the video.
"Please, what, Mr. Quincey?"
"Please fuck me," Arthur begged, and felt his professor grip his hips with a punishing hold as he pushed inside him. Arthur moaned, loud enough that Professor Van Helsing had to let go and clap a hand over his mouth.
"You'll be quiet while I fuck you, or I'll have to gag you."
That sounded great, but Arthur was distracted by how good it felt to have his professor nailing him over the desk. His legs shook and he could feel the brush of fabric from Professor Van Helsing's clothing—he hadn't bothered to take anything off—against his bare thighs and ass. When Professor Van Helsing thrust hard and nailed Arthur's prostate three times in a row, Arthur lost the ability to be quiet and moaned loudly in encouragement.
"I told you," Professor Van Helsing panted, "you're to be quiet. This isn't about you, Mr. Quincey."
Arthur felt his professor's hands slide up from his hips, catching and dragging the t-shirt up and over his head.
When it was off, Professor Van Helsing shoved the shirt under his face. "Bite that and stay quiet." He started fucking Arthur again, hard and fast, and Arthur bit down on the wadded-up fabric of his shirt and tried to snake a hand down to his dick without Professor Van Helsing noticing.
It didn't work, of course.
"You are making this exceedingly difficult," said Professor Van Helsing. There was a muffled curse and a pause, and Arthur looked back to find him taking off his tie. "Hands behind your back."
Sulking, because he'd never wanted to come so badly in his life, Arthur complied.
Professor Van Helsing quickly tied his wrists, then said, "There we are," in a pleased voice. He leaned down. "You look very good like this, naked and tied up, bent over my desk," he purred in Arthur's ear, slowly pulling his cock out and pushing back in just as slowly. "How desperate are you right now to come, hmm?"
Arthur's answer was to bite down on the shirt and push his hips back, desperately trying to make Professor Van Helsing fuck him hard again.
"That's all?" Professor Van Helsing gave another slow, easy thrust, making Arthur feel every inch of his hard cock as he pushed it in Arthur's hole. "I'm not very impressed, Mr. Quincey."
Arthur gave a frustrated whine and pushed his hips back again, just as Professor Van Helsing pulled his cock out and kept it so that only the head was still inside him.
"Fuck yourself on my cock and show me you want it," Professor Van Helsing said. "Show some initiative."
Arthur didn't much care for exams or writing essays, but when it came to fucking, he definitely had no problem showing he was head of the class. So he pushed back hard, fucking himself on his professor's cock until Van Helsing gave a low moan and grabbed his hips again.
"That was—very good." Professor Van Helsing praised him, starting a hard, punishing rhythm that slid Arthur across the desk with each thrust. "Now stay still and take it."
Arthur was desperate to get some friction on his dick, especially with his professor nailing his prostate on every thrust. Professor Van Helsing half collapsed on him and thrust hard one last time as he came with a low moan. Arthur shuddered beneath him, still so turned on he thought he'd die, and made a sound of sheer panic when Professor Van Helsing stepped away from him and began to fix his clothing.
He reached out and deftly released Arthur's hands from the tie. "I'm off to class. Don't you dare come until I'm gone. Do clean up after yourself. And Mr. Quincey…"
Arthur blinked at him, unable to do anything but sprawl on the desk and reach for the t-shirt so he could come the second the door closed. "Y-yes, Professor?"
"Don't be late next time."
*I would never be so stupid as to leave an auto-play porn video on my browser. Just so you know.
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Re: Extra credit for Arthur Quincey
To: Arthur Quincey ([email protected])
From: August Van Helsing ([email protected])
Date: January 24, 4:24 PM
Mr. Quincey,
I have received your assignment and shall return it once it has been graded.
Best,
Van Helsing
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Dr. A. Van Helsing
Department of Anthropology
Tulane University
Re: Extra credit for Arthur Quincey
To: Arthur Quincey ([email protected])
From: August Van Helsing ([email protected])
Date: January 24, 6:10 PM
Mr. Quincey,
As I am an anthropology professor, I find myself rather at a loss as to why you have submitted what must surely be an assignment for your Introduction to Creative Writing Class to me. A mistake perhaps? Regardless, my mission is to educate, and so I shall.
This seems to take, as its genre, a type of Penthouse style "True Confession," and it exemplifies the genre well. Your characters are quickly and deftly sketched, and the dynamic between them clear from the first paragraph, and recognizable throughout. Naturally, this genre encourages all that is taboo and outré, hence your choice of a sexual pairing that is, in reality, unethical.
The style of this piece is evocative, and your prose quite serviceable within this genre, despite a few grammatical errors and missing words. You might consider reading your work aloud to yourself to check for mistakes in future.
I have awarded this assignment the grade of: B
Should you wish to discuss your grade, or my feedback on this assignment further, you know where to find me.
Best,
Van Helsing
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Dr. A. Van Helsing
Department of Anthropology
Tulane University
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Google Hangouts
6:32 PM
Arthur Quincey
I'll have you know I have a minor in creative writing.
A. Van Helsing
Do you?
Arthur Quincey
No, but I mean, INTRO? That's got to be better than INTRO.
A. Van Helsing
Hello, Arthur
No one has ever sent me their fantasies in quite such a titillating package before. You have been a busy little bee.
Arthur Quincey
Buzz, buzz, Professor
A busy bee gets a B?
Not even a B+?
A. Van Helsing
Well now, considering that it is not an anthropology assignment, how could I possibly award it higher than a B? That is, if I gave extra credit at all.
Arthur Quincey
You're very hard to please, Professor
A. Van Helsing
So you indicated.
Rather demanding, am I?
And you seem to enjoy it.
Arthur Quincey
So demanding. You didn't even get me off.
A. Van Helsing
Didn't I?
Arthur Quincey
Well. In the story.
Maybe you do in the sequel: "Arthur turns in his final exam"
A. Van Helsing
It sounded as if the good professor had gotten Arthur off numerous times without even being present.
Arthur Quincey
Art imitates life, Van
A. Van Helsing
Hmmm, shall I dust off my own creative writing chops for such a work?
It sounds like you want life to imitate art, my dear.
Arthur Quincey
I'd probably die of hotness. Though I have *no idea* why your email telling my story was ridiculous got me so hot
A. Van Helsing
Oh? Do tell. Since you're feeling so confessional.
Arthur Quincey
The good professor *has* gotten me off without being present. In life. And in art.
There's just something about your emails, Van. That's what made me want to flirt with you in the first place.
A. Van Helsing
What is it about them, Arthur. Tell me. I want to know. I want to know what it is that I do to affect you so.
Arthur Quincey
You're hard to please. To impress. Very smart and…you don’t give compliments easily. This doesn't sound as hot typing it as I swear it is
A. Van Helsing
And what does it feel like when you please me? When you feel you have impressed me?
Arthur Quincey
Good, obviously.
A. Van Helsing
Go on.
Arthur Quincey
Competent? Wow I'm definitely earning a C on this assignment, huh
I guess it makes me feel like you pay attention. Or, y'know. Like you notice. Me.
I like that.
A. Van Helsing
Ah, I see. I do notice you, Arthur. I do pay attention.
Arthur Quincey
I know. I like that. A lot.
That's the whole thing about the story, right? Story!you noticed that story!me was distracted in class.
I mean that wasn't—the story was hot, right?
A. Van Helsing
Oh, I assure you, its hotness is not at all in question, my dear.
Arthur Quincey
Okay, good. I sent it and then thought, you know, maybe that—maybe you wouldn't like it. But then I figured you'd tell me if you didn't. That's why I—that's a thing you do. That I like.
A. Van Helsing
Is that what you were looking for from all those fraternity boys and college professors? To feel seen? Or perhaps you are used to controlling how others see you, and what you truly want is to be seen despite your attempt to be seen a certain way.
Arthur Quincey
I don't know what I was looking for, with the—the guys in college.
…um
Okay so I see why you're good at anthropology
A. Van Helsing
More like psychology, perhaps.
Arthur Quincey
I never thought of it that way, but I guess so. That makes me…probably not a very good person
A. Van Helsing
I disagree. I don't think it is a matter of good or bad. There is no morality to needing help in seeing yourself clearly. No shame in wishing to be loved for who you are, rather than for whom you have felt pressure to pretend to be.
Arthur Quincey
See, I really meant this to be something you'd find hot—ugh, did I do that thing again? I wasn't trying to not be myself. I wanted to send you that because I liked it and I wanted you to like it, too. Not because I'm hiding.
A. Van Helsing
Let me back up a step. First, I found it incredibly hot, and shall make every effort to show you so when next I see you. Second, as you said, "Arthur" in the story wished to be seen, for his desires to be known without having to speak them. Hence why he "accidentally" allowed the video containing his exact fantasy to play in front of the person he wished would fulfill that fantasy. That is you being quite yourself, Arthur. I appreciate your honesty immensely. I find your ability to express your desires—and especially your desire for me—intoxicating. Finally, I believe you were hiding, just a bit. Framing one's desire as the desire of a character…to mediate a desire is to cloak it somewhat, even if the cloak is visible. But then, I think you knew that too, my dear.
Arthur Quincey
I know you're not into the whole professor/student thing. So you don't have to…act that out. (I'm still good to go on the desk thing). I've never written anything like that to someone before. And yeah, okay, maybe I was hiding a little. Maybe I'm also trying to figure out why you affect *me* so much.
But I'm glad that you liked it. And you should have someone tell you that they want you. That someone is me, and I'm HAPPY to do that.
And I mean, I’d bet money you have students that would love to—anyway.
A. Van Helsing
Putting that incredibly inappropriate notion out of thought…
Arthur, I have not often been wanted in the way you describe, I think. It's as if you see the parts of me that others have considered hindrances, but deem them cause for celebration and acceptance. Truly, it undoes me in ways I can't quite tell you.
Arthur Quincey
Wait, people don't like the part where you're intense and kind of strict? Their loss, then. And I would have been way too intimidated by you in college to try anything.
And thank you, Van. No one's ever said anything like that to me.
A. Van Helsing
People don't tend to like the part where I'm…rather serious and set in my ways, I believe they'd say. The thing is, Arthur, that I'm simply no good at prevarication, and would embarrass all parties involved if I tried. So I stopped trying to be someone I was not a long time ago. And here we are, and to find that…that you appreciate parts of me I thought I might have to compromise to ever…find someone…it's a bit overwhelming. Frightening.
Arthur Quincey
I like that about you. I don't know that I'd say you were serious (well, okay, you can be), I think you're just…confident in who you are, yeah. But, I mean, I don't think I'd say you're "set in your ways" *too* much… I got you to use chat, right? ;) Maybe you're serious but it means you take *me* seriously.
Honestly I'm kind of frightened, too. I…really like you. Like, a lot. Like I don't want to tell you because you might go invisible and never answer my messages.
I like the person I am with you. I'm just scared it's not real. Like I worry sometimes I don't even know who I am.
Sorry, this was supposed to be hot and I'm being emo :(
A. Van Helsing
I do take you seriously, Arthur. I take this seriously. I suppose I've been concerned the same as you have—that I was taking it too seriously when you were simply having fun. I like you more than I can say. I like the person you allow yourself to be when I've succeeded in making you believe I want to see him. I like the person you allow me to be.
I…have worried that perhaps when all this is over—the fantasy sated, the riddles solved—you will wish our acquaintance to be ended as well.
And there is very little hotter to me than honesty.
Arthur Quincey
I don't want that. I want this—us—to last and I want to see what happens. But I'm not planning on going anywhere :)
I *am* being honest with my fantasies, it's just…I guess sometimes I hide a little. But maybe I could write you another story. And hide even less.
A. Van Helsing
I would love that. Or we could make a story together.
I'm not going anywhere either.
I find moments like this difficult on chat because I so wish to hold you right now.
Arthur Quincey
I am all about both of those ideas.
A. Van Helsing
Reassure us both.
Arthur Quincey
Well, what are you doing right now?
I can wait for the story or whatever, but that—holding—sounds perfect.
A. Van Helsing
Ah, I am, in fact, sitting at the very desk of your literary ambitions.
I could come to you.
Soon.
Arthur Quincey
You could, and you should. Before that, though, read my story again and see if you can give poor Arthur a few more points. Think about it real hard, Professor.
And…thank you. For seeing who I am even when I don't make it easy.
A. Van Helsing
Nothing worth having is easy, my dear.
I want… Arthur, I want it the way you've written it.
With nothing between us.
Arthur Quincey
I want that, too. With lube, maybe, though. But I'm—well, I've been tested but it was last year. I'll get it done sometime this week. Not that I'm eager or anything :|
A. Van Helsing
I will do the same. Shall I come to you now? I can't wait.
Arthur Quincey
I might take some inspiration from Story!Arthur and ditch some clothes. So, that's a yes.
A. Van Helsing
Wear jeans without underwear, no socks, no shirt, please.
Arthur Quincey
I—can absolutely do that, now will you please get over here?
A. Van Helsing
I'm on my way.