All Souls Pass
Part
Nine: There
were a handful of ways Macy could get more information. Some, like shaking the
right people down, were more obvious than other methods. Normally, he’d not
care but he trusted York’s instincts and his whispered warning of be careful
wasn’t a normal statement from him. It was actually a thought out warning and
one Macy had learned to trust. So,
that meant finding information quietly and that meant one of a handful of
sources. Of those handful, one was more favorable than others and he made his
way across town to the quiet auto body shop that sat near the river. Calling it
an auto body shop was being nice, it’s what the sign out front said and what
they occasionally did for friends. Custom body work, tricking out cars and the
like but in truth, it was more of a chop shop and that’s where they made their
money. There
was a half dozen folks working inside, men and women and all swarming over two
different cars. A skilled eye could see they were being taken apart but locked
doors and soot darkened windows kept skilled eyes from seeing. Doors were rarely
really locked for Macy, it took only a niggling of power to have the locks obey,
another knack of a full blood. Not that it mattered, he technically owned the
building and had a key, he just couldn’t remember where he had it. “Well
now,” He spoke into the afternoon’s work. “Busy as little beavers aren’t
you?” The
half dozen folks stopped and all the sounds of deconstruction stopped with them.
A radio talked in the background, political talk show or something similar and
the voice bounced around the large space. After
a pause, one of the workers broke away and laughed. Middle aged, thin and non
descript, the man could have blended in anywhere and gone unnoticed. He tossed
his head back and laughed as he came rushing over. Before Macy could stop him
the man had grabbed his shoulders and planted a kiss to either side of his face. “Macy!
Dear friend! It’s been too long!” The man was still laughing before he
turned and whistled. “No work! Break out the beer and the dice!” “I
can’t stay too long Fairth.” Macy grinned and saw behind the glamour the man
wore. The brown hair was more like fur and stuck out in random, wild shoots
across his head. The nose was too large and the eyes too small and the skin was
ruddy and brown. “Typical Brownie, always looking for an excuse to be lazy!”
He glanced around at the laughing group and wasn’t surprised that four of the
six workers weren’t brownies but had the long nimble fingers and pointed ears
of gremlins. “Of
course! Beer and good company, that’s what life is for. Come, come, sit, have
a drink and tell us what brings you here.” He
let himself be lead to a work bay that smelled of paint but seemed to only be in
use as a lunch room. Crates and plastic chairs sat around and the radio here
played perky rock music. It didn’t take much for cold cans of beer to be
cracked open, snow still clinging to the sides of the metal, and Macy let them
press one into his hand. He was put on one of the better plastic chairs and
given colored poker chips to bet with. Money wasn’t actually exchanged between
the group, just ever expanding piles of the chips that re-set every week. When
they wanted him to make the first throw of the dice, he grinned and gave it a
good toss. It
was hours, and many beers, later that Fairth clapped Macy on the shoulder.
“Come, friend, let me show you the new cutting torch I just bought.” Both
men knew Macy would had not a single interest in cutting torches but it was
Brownie way to drink, play and laugh before discussing anything serious. Macy
could have avoided it by just slamming the amiable man against the nearest hard
object but the cities gnomes, gremlins, brownies, pixies and the like had an
unusual fondness for him that he was unwilling to disturb needlessly. That and
he liked their impressions of the other high level players in the city, they did
a mocking impersonation of Oscar that always made him laugh nearly hard enough
to piss himself. “Business
good, Fairth?” He asked casually as they moved away from the paint bay toward
the back offices. “Can’t
complain, there’s some grumbling about the tribute Oscar asks. Some folks, not
mine but some, think he should ask less from other creatures like him. They got
their noses out of joint about paying the same percentage as a human.” He
scratched his ass in thought and farted contentedly. “Oscar’s
a hard ass about fairness.” “You
don’t pay.” Macy
shook his head. “No, I don’t.” “Some
talk been going around, that you need to spank Oscar, that it’s time you
stepped up and pushed him out.” The brownie narrowed his eyes a little and
looked for any reaction from his vampire friend. “God,
how boring would that be!” Macy shook his head. “So long as he leaves me
alone, I leave him alone. You can pass that around to the whispers.” “Will
do, will do.” He fingered the necklace he wore, a gold chain with a plain
white bead on it. “Thank York again for us, these new glamours he cast, best
I’ve ever seen. No one sees through em, even critters need to squint and look
twice if we don’t want em to notice.” That
made him feel warm inside and he grinned as happily as if the spell had been his
handiwork being complimented. “He’s good.” “Damn
good, can understand why you’ve kept him around, even with him being a human
and all.” “Speaking
of humans, you hear anything odd of late? Anything that’s caught people’s
notice?” They’d
reached the brownie’s office and the creature frowned in thought and leaned
against his desk. “Nothing specific, nothing unusual, things been real quiet
of late.” “How
long is of late?” “Couple
of months.” He farted again and sighed happily at the small explosion. Which
was odd in and of itself, the powers that be were making an effort to keep
things level and quiet but not naturally so. “Any unusual gossip?” “About
humans?” He
nodded. “Well…”
he thought and tugged at one of the real tuffs of course brown fur spikes that
sprouted from his head. “You’ve heard of the new Cardinal coming to town,
yes?” “No.” “Huh,
well, Cardinal Deitrch, real hard ass they say. Public face for the committee
for moral guidance and purity.” “Black
Cross order.” The
creature nodded. “Got a lot of folks nervous, him coming here. Arrives next
week and is supposed to be staying oh, couple months, maybe more.” “Huh.”
York almost always followed such things, the arrival of the Cardinal in charge
of the order of the Black Cross normally would have set him off into hour long
cussing fits. “Is it public knowledge?” “The
visit?” Macy
nodded. “It
ain’t being shouted from the rooftops but his movements never are. Too worried
one of us otherworldly sorts will forget our manners and bite his head off.”
He laughed merrily. “Huh,
well, it’s getting late, I should get moving.” “Hunting?” Macy
grinned and let his fangs flash. “Got a date with a witch.” “Tell
the witch,” Fairth paused to belch loudly and grin. “Tell ‘im, thanks
again and give ‘im a good time for us all.” “You
should have figured it out by now, Fairth.” Macy teased from the door way that
lead back out into the snow and the setting sun. “What’s
that?” “I’m
his bitch.” The
words broke the stout brownie down into uncontrolled laughter which pulled forth
more farts and burps and a call for more beer. Macy left the man that way, happy
himself from being so fully amused by the visit and started toward home. Home,
and the uncertain needs and desires of his mercurial lover. The yummy double
double burger burger cheese cheese song floated back into his head and he
whistled it as he turned his steps toward the loft. The
sun was almost gone when he reached the fire escape and the open window to the
loft. He let himself in silently, figuring, rightly, that York would still be
asleep. York didn’t ask for it often, didn’t say he needed it often but when
he did it set a coil of fire in Macy’s stomach that was better than any hunt. Nothing
was out of place downstairs, Macy shut the window behind him and shrugged off
hat, coat and shoes. He glanced around to make sure the loft was secure before
he moved silently to the stairs. Halfway up the spiral he had his shirt off and
dropped to fall where ever it may, by the top of the stairs his socks were gone. The
upstairs curtains were pulled, the set over the windows and the set across the
railing to the downstairs but not the set around the bed. It left the upstairs
in near total darkness with the sun almost set outside but Macy could see just
fine, which was the intention. The sight displayed for him was enough to make
him freeze, trapped in place by awe and stunned lust. When
York said he needed it, that meant he wanted to bottom. Which was stunning
enough for the guarded, careful man, but Macy could never be sure just how his
lover needed it. Sometimes, it would be soft, sweet, slow and Macy knew that
when York came he’d be weeping, sobbing in his arms. If he said he needed it,
now, that meant Macy could do whatever he wanted, as roughly as he wanted, right
where they were. Small, simple words that controlled him, had him stripping his
lover half naked, tearing at clothing, using him almost brutally and with York
begging for more between gasps and moans. When Macy was told that his lover
needed it, later, that could be anything. Even
knowing that, he wasn’t braced for seeing York displayed. He was asleep on the
bed, his face slack and innocent, on his stomach. On his wrists and ankles were
black leather bondage cuffs, cinched in place but not connected to anything.
Around his waist was a slender leather strap, a harness. One strap followed the
cleft of his ass to disappear between his legs. That strap was holding a black
butt plug in place and excepting the plug and leather, the man was naked, even
the covers kicked aside. This
was a side of York that only reared it’s head once in a while. It would have
confused Macy, the timing of such, if Farith hadn’t spilled the beans about
the impending Cardinal’s visit. It explained the toys lined up on the floor so
close to the stairs, placed where Macy couldn’t miss seeing them. They were
lined up, in neat order, on a velvet blanket. Each item was set out with
painstaking care and Macy just knew York had spent far to much time lining them
up, ordering them, debating if he really needed it. It
wasn’t a line up of requirements. York had laid out options. A hood of latex
or a blindfold of black cotton, three different styles of gags, quick links for
the cuffs, four point hog ties of leather and D rings, spreader bars, rope,
chains coiled up in small piles all were gathered together in one section. In
the other was laid out floggers, ones made of small round metal chains, ones
made of hard and soft leather, ones made of stinging rubber, whips of leather
and cords, and instead of the paddles they owned, York had laid out canes.
Beside the canes and whips were plugs in different thicknesses, some that
vibrated and dildos as well, Macy understood what his lover needed loud and
clear. He
crouched down and thought, carefully thought. He made his selections with just
as much care and set them aside but he cleared the items he had no interest in
away as well and left the velvet blanket empty. There was one noticeable item
absent, one that he knew hadn’t been left aside by chance. Macy stood and
silently retrieved a pump bottle of lube and set it next to his choices. York
would want to be hurt, needed to be hurt but Macy refused to hurt the man in
that way. Macy
stood, kicked off his pants and balanced what he needed in a hand before just
standing, watching his lover asleep. It was a hunt, one without running but with
chasing after subtle reaction and emotion. York in this mood stirred the
predator in Macy, they both knew it and welcomed it. It was a matter of trust,
of release, of surrender and York was giving himself over totally into his
hands. It
was easy to reach down to that sleeping form and ease one arm closer to the
other. York was surprisingly flexible for a human and while the touch stirred
his sleep a little, he trusted Macy enough to not wake fully up. The clip
snapped onto one D ring on one wrist and with a little more gentle nudging Macy
got it clipped to the other cuff. That half woke York up and as he blearily
tugged at the bonds that now held him, Macy struck. With
no other warning, he dropped his weight on York’s body, one knee on the bed
beside the sleeping human and the other planted firmly between the tense
shoulder blades. Quick hands slid the black cotton mask across York’s eyes
before he could wake enough to see who was in the room and when he gasped,
startled, Macy shoved the bit gag between his teeth. It wasn’t the ball gag
that he knew York hated, or the inflated penis gag that Macy loved, but the
middle ground, the fat flat leather that filled the wearer’s mouth and was
strong enough to really bite down on. Before York could even grumble a gagged
protest, Macy had the thing buckled in place. The
human bucked a little, pulling at the cuffs that bound his wrists. Macy backed
away, lifting his weight from the shoulders he’d half kneeled on and off the
bed entirely. York struggled, blinded, gagged, bound and tried to get his feet
under him. That wasn’t in the plan, Macy caught the bound wrists and pulled
the human from the bed, letting him drop hard to the floor below. York cried out
behind his gag, startled and disoriented but Macy didn’t leave him laying
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