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  Praise for JS Morbius

  "From the first line to the last line, each story keeps you riveted and wanting more. The characters were portrayed with such exactness, that the fact that they were only short stories made no difference.

  I enjoyed the way each story ended and loved how he dealt with each of their trysts.

  Lust of the Vampires, is a great read for anyone who is looking for a quick, well executed and bloody sizzling read.

  Kudos JS, I look forward to reading more stories of this caliber."

  — Vampirique Dezire, Author in Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex anthology

  Praise for JS Morbius

  "Lust of the Vampires is a brilliant place to start for a reader new to JS Morbius. I'm even more eager to read more by this author. A great read for anyone after some quick reads before bed for wicked dreams of deliciousness."

  — Phoenix Johnson, Author of The Wolf Smitten Series

  Reunited At A Reunion

  ISBN: 978-1-927415-33-7

  First Edition 2012

  Release Date: July 2012

  Published by Naughty Nights Press

  http://naughtynightspress.com/

  Photography and Cover Design by Shane Willis, RAD ACT Photography

  http://www.radactphoto.com/

  Copyright ©2012 Julez S. Morbius.

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  Table of Contents

  About

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  A Taste of Freed from the Chains of Deceit

  Chapter One

  About The Author

  About

  Victor Pierce, a self-made businessman, is looking forward to going to his college reunion and seeing how his fellow classmates got on in life since the good old days.

  What he didn't expect, is to run into Ian Kraemer, the man he lost his virginity to, and the same man he'd thought about almost every day since they lost contact.

  What happens when the two men meet up again?

  Can they find what they once had, or is their passion for each other long gone?

  Reunited At

  A Reunion

  A Gay Male

  Romance

  J.S. Morbius

  Chapter One

  Victor Pierce stared at the large double doors of the college and strode forward confidently. Smiling to himself as he thought about the good times that he’d had while he was a nineteen-year-old student, he looked forward to see what the rest of his classmates had made of themselves since leaving.

  He would have been surprised, if many people there remembered him; after all he had changed unrecognizably in the ten years since leaving. Gone was the thin, scrawny nerd who took his classes seriously and in his place was a man standing 5’ 9” tall, very muscular, heavily tattooed with pale-brown eyes and short, white-blond hair. He had become a very successful businessman in the last few years due to a mixture of hard work and good fortune. A man, who was now running his own private security firm and had a half a dozen people working for him.

  Pushing one of the doors open, he stepped inside, paused, took a deep breath and continued forward to the large hall, where the main reunion was taking place. As Victor reached forward and placed his hand on the handle of the door to the main hall, the other door swung open and a couple he vaguely recognized came through, arm in arm, laughing and joking. For another second or two he paused to regain his composure before opening the door and entering.

  Music—the same tunes from the years he was at college—was playing and there were at least thirty people already in the hall. As he walked towards the makeshift bar that had been set up for the night, he looked around trying to see whether he recognized anyone. One or two faces seemed familiar to him. He just couldn’t remember the names, but then he had never been that good with names.

  “Alright what would you like?” The man working the bar asked.

  “Double Jack Daniels, please,” Victor replied.

  The barman handed him his drink and Victor walked towards one of the tables that had been set up around the edge of the room and sat down. Sipping his drink slowly, he continued to look around at everyone in the room. He finally saw someone whose name he could definitely remember. Ian Kraemer was standing on the opposite side of the room and staring straight at him.

  Kraemer was an athletic looking man; in fact he looked pretty much like he had when they were at college together. Standing an inch or so shorter than Victor, Ian was similarly tanned, with one ear pierced, dark brown eyes and dark, wavy, brown hair.

  Victor took a large mouthful of his drink, his eyes never leaving Ian’s, before standing up and making his way across the room.

  “Hello, Ian,” Victor said when he was within range and held his hand out.

  “Victor, glad you could make it,” Ian replied. He reached forward and placed his hand in Victor’s.

  The two men gripped each other’s hand firmly, just for a couple of seconds, before letting go.

  “Of all the people here I didn’t expect to see you, Victor,” Ian said.

  “To be honest, I nearly didn’t come,”

  “Why not?”

  “It’s not really my scene,” Victor replied. “And besides my firm has got a big job tonight.”

  “So why change your mind then?”

  “I’m not sure. I guess I thought it would be good to see the old crows, and find out they have been up to since we all left.

  The two men stared at each other as Victor raised his glass and took another mouthful of the fiery liquid.

  “Aren’t you drinking, Ian?” Victor asked, noticing that Ian’s hands remained empty.

  “I might in a bit,” Ian replied quietly. “If I hang around for long.”

  “Well, I’m getting another,” Victor said, as he drained his glass. “Surely you’ll have a small one with me.”

  “Okay, sure. I guess one small one won’t hurt,”

  Leaving Ian, Victor walked over to the bar, ordered the same again for himself and a single for Ian. Downing his drink quickly, Victor ordered yet another and then headed back to where Ian waited for him.

  “Here you go,” Victor said, offering Ian the single drink.

  “Thanks, Vic,” Ian said. “So, what are your plans for tonight then?”

  “I thought I might have this drink, then go for
a look around,” Victor said. “See how much of the college has changed in ten years.”

  “Sounds like more fun than staying in here. Do you fancy some company?”

  “Sure, why not,” Victor replied and downed his drink. “Coming then?”

  “Fuck, hang on,” Ian said, He emptied his glass and a look of disgust crossed his face, causing Victor to smile. “Whew! I don’t normally drink that shit.”

  “You should have said something,” Victor said. “I’d have got you lemonade.”

  As he said it, Victor burst out laughing, while Ian pushed him back. Their old camaraderie had obviously returned easily to them both.

  “You cheeky fucker,” Ian said. “Come on then, let’s go.”

  The two of them put their glasses down, wandered out of the main hall and walked along the main corridor, peering into each classroom as they passed. When they turned the corner at the end of the corridor, Ian tried the next door they came to and surprisingly it swung open.

  “Bet this room brings back memories,” he said as he entered the dark room, the only light coming from a streetlight directly outside the window.

  “English class. Mr. Hammel, 4th year if I’m not mistaken,” Victor said, following him inside.

  Without turning on the lights Victor looked around the room, seeing all the posters on the wall, and then walked over to look out of the window. The night outside was clear, he could see people still arriving and there were cars everywhere. He had never seen the car park as full as it was now, even when he was a student.

  “Guess we’d better continue looking around,” Victor said. He moved to turn away from the window only to find Ian standing right behind him. “Fuck Ian, I nearly stood on you.”

  Smiling, Ian didn’t say a word; he just lifted his arm and placed his hand softly on the side of Victor’s face.

  “What the fuck?” Victor exclaimed. He reached up, and wrapped his hand around Ian’s wrist, pulling it away.

  “Oh come on, Vic, you didn’t think me being here was an accident, did you?” Ian said. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist and I had to see you.”

  “What happened between us was ten years ago Ian.” Victor ground out, still gripping Ian by the wrist. “We were young, inexperienced...”

  “But we were also damn good together,” Ian interrupted.

  “Yes, we were. But times change, people change.” Victor’s voice held a hint of anger in the words.

  “Memories like those stay with you forever,” Ian implored, before pulling his hand out from Victor’s grip and lifting it again to cradle the back of Victor’s neck. Before Victor could say another word, Ian moved his head forward and placed his lips against Victor’s.

  Shocked, Victor froze for a second, before he found himself responding to Ian’s kiss with one of his own. Groaning he wrapped his arms around Ian’s back and pulled him as close to his own body as he could. “Ian...”Victor breathed out, his tongue darting into Ian’s mouth, his groin grinding against the other man’s before he suddenly pulled away and pushed Ian off.

  “We can’t, Ian. Not now, not here.” Victor groaned. “Not after ten years without even seeing each other.”

  Before Ian could do anything, Victor pushed passed him and hurried back out into the corridor.

  “Vic, wait,” Ian called out, as he followed him out of the classroom.

  “I’m sorry, Ian.” Victor said over his shoulder as he walked toward the doors to the parking lot. “I’ve got to go.”

  Chapter Two

  Leaving Ian standing in his wake, Victor hurried through the college, back out into the car park and drove home as fast as he could. He couldn’t believe that going to the reunion could have turned out like it had. If Ian hadn’t have been there, everything would have been okay. But, Ian had been there, and he was the one person that Victor had hoped to avoid. Not because he hated him, exactly the opposite in fact, it was because all those years ago he gave his heart and virginity to the man and had never forgotten about him. Never stopped thinking about their time together. Never stopped wanting...

  He sat on his sofa and thought back to their days at college, days they used to take off certain classes together to go to each other’s homes. Days they spent in bed, naked, exploring every inch of each other. Days they spent sucking, masturbating and fucking each other in every position imaginable. The memories were like a movie running through his mind. Each detail remained clear, as if it had happened only yesterday.

  As he remembered the feeling of Ian’s soft lips encircling his hard shaft for the first time—every time—Victor felt his cock stiffen inside his trousers and quickly tried to shake the thoughts from his mind. The more he tried to think of anything but Ian, the more he thought about those days together and the harder his cock became.

  Realizing that just sitting around was causing him to think about what could have been, or what might have happened if he had stayed at the reunion, Victor stood up and walked out of his apartment. He decided to go to the office, even though it was Saturday night. He figured he could at least make himself useful, catch up with some paperwork and see if there had been any calls from new, or existing, clients. He got into his car, hoping the drive would clear his mind of all thoughts of Ian.

  ***

  The office was only twenty minutes away and Victor was soon unlocking the front door to walk inside. Being a Saturday, he didn’t usually come to the office and as he headed through the door, he bent down to pick up a pile of mail that had been delivered earlier in the day. Sitting down behind his desk, he began to open the post; more bills than anything and he put them to one side, ready to deal with Monday morning when everywhere opened again.

  Other then the bills there were a couple of flyers, a handful of fast food menus and two other letters. Tossing the menus and flyers into the wastebasket by his desk, Victor opened the first of the letters, scanned it and placed it on the desk in front of him, before opening the second and doing the same. Reaching for the diary he checked the dates on each of the letters and penciled them in for when they were required, before noticing that he had two functions for the same day. Not bad. Two more bookings this month. If things keep up like this, I’ll either have to give pay rises or employ a couple of other people.

  He decided to employ two more people to make a nine-member team; that way he could have three teams of three. He stood up and thought he could do with a couple of drinks. Slipping his hand into his back pocket to check how much money he had in his wallet, he felt something that he couldn’t remember putting there and pulled it out.

  Holding the business card between his thumb and forefinger he stared at the name on the front and smiled; Ian Kraemer. The crafty bastard must have slipped the card into his pocket while they were busy with their tongues down each other’s throats. Taking out his wallet he put Ian’s business card away, counted how much money he had, left the office and went into town, thoughts of Ian playing on his mind yet again.

  Entering the first club he came to, Victor made a beeline straight for the bar, ordered another double Jack Daniels and sat alone at a corner table. Looking around to make sure no one was watching him he withdrew his wallet from his back pocket, opened it and took out Ian’s business card.

  Turning it over in his hand a couple of times, he withdrew his mobile phone from his pocket and, with thoughts of what had happened at the reunion, began to input the number. Victor stared at the screen, Ian’s number flashing back at him, and wondered what he should type. After the way Ian made him feel at the college reunion, he would have given anything to be transported back ten years, when they first gotten together. Surely things couldn’t be as good now as they were then. He thought as he sipped his drink.

  Dropping his phone on to the table he picked up his glass and emptied it in one mouthful. Damn why did you have to be there? Victor thought, picking up his phone again. Without really thinking, Victor typed his message quickly and pressed send, not giving himself a chance to question wha
t he was doing anymore or the chance to change his mind. Guess it’s just a matter of wait and see now.

  Victor stood up and began to walk back towards the bar, when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. Taking it out, he looked at the number and not recognizing it instantly, put the phone back in his pocket. Instead of going to the bar Victor walked out of the club, back into the night, only to find it had started to rain slowly. For fuck’s sake can this night get any fucking worse? He wondered, looking up at the night sky.

  Hoping that the rain was just going to be a quick shower, Victor turned around and went back into the bar and his phone began to ring once again. This time he took it out of his pocket, and answered it without even looking at the number, a shiver going through his body when he heard the voice at the other end.

  “Alright, Vic, which club are you in?” It was Ian. “I’ll meet you there.”

  “Evolution,” Victor replied.

  “Okay, give me twenty minutes.”

  “I’ll meet you out the front so you don’t have to fight your way through the crowd inside.”

  Then the phone went dead.

  Chapter Three

  Relieved that the rain had eased up a little, Victor went straight back outside to wait for Ian. He decided that he had had enough to drink for the night and being inside would just encourage him to have one, maybe two more. As it was, he didn’t have to wait for long, Ian arrived within fifteen minutes.

  “Surprised to get that message, Vic,” Ian said. “After what happened at the reunion.”

  “I shocked myself sending it,” Victor replied. “But I couldn’t get you out of my head—you and what happened all those years ago.”