Zombies Ahead (Club Zombie, Book One) (5 page)

“No sir. You are my master, and I am but a low slave. There is no love between us. You command. I carry out.” Desperation mixed with sadness tinged Lafayette’s deep, rich voice.

Beau bit back the command for Lafayette to love him. He felt the connection. He knew it was there.

The slave reached out with a trembling hand. “You are young, Master. You have confusing feelings. It will pass.”

It felt worse than a slap in the face. How could he say that? Beau wasn’t just a handsome piece of fluff like everyone seemed to think. He knew his own mind. Fifteen wasn’t that young. He was a man. He would show Lafayette. He would prove to them all, he was no child.

The talk of war was upon them, and he would fight. He would fight for his right to keep Lafayette with him. Liberation would force him to throw the love of his life off his land. Freedom to those who have nothing is not independence, but a sentence of poverty. Beau didn’t believe in slavery, but he would go fight to keep his love with him. When he got back Lafayette’s mind would be changed. He would somehow free him, and Lafayette would admit they were meant to be together.

Beau stared at the man, his family had claimed as a slave and tried to memorize his beloved’s face. He refused to let the tears that were gathering in his eyes fall. He gently picked up Lafayette’s hand and kissed it tenderly with all the love in his heart. “I won’t force you. But I will always be enslaved to you and you will always be the Master of my heart.”

Lafayette’s mouth opened in surprise, but nothing came out.

Beau bowed and without another word left for the war. He didn’t tell his family because they would only try to stop him. They would tell him he was too young.

It was 1861; the War Between the States had just begun. The war wasn’t what he was expecting. It was dirty, loud and not the noble endeavor everyone back home thought it was. He learned not to make friends among the other soldiers after losing a number of men in his company. It hurt too much to lose a friend, so he kept to himself.

When he was injured, they returned him home. It was right before his nineteenth birthday. The first thing he did as soon as he could straddle a horse was ride out to see Lafayette. Even though the slaves had been freed most chose to stay and work for food and shelter. They had nowhere else to go.

His heart pounded in jubilation as he found the dark-skinned man in the same field as if no time had passed. The man was a sight for sore eyes. All those muscles flexing and glistening in the sun made Beau’s mouth water. The things he could imagine doing to him and the things he prayed Lafayette would do to him made him hard in the saddle.

“Will you tell me about planting the fields?” He carefully got off the horse without whimpering from the pain of his still healing injuries.

“As you wish sir,” Lafayette swallowed hard as he stared at Beau with wide eyes. There was a mix of emotion that Beau couldn’t decipher. “I heard you were hurt, sir.” His deep voice had a tremble to it.

“I was,” Beau said as he watched tears form in the eyes of the strong man in front of him.

“No one knew how bad.” The man swallowed again and squeezed his hands into fists. “I stayed with my Gran to work your family’s fields.” A tear slipped over the rim of his eye as he studied Beau.

Not knowing what say, Beau said, “I’m fine.”

“Real glad about that… sir. Real glad.” Lafayette’s big hand wiped across his eyes before he continued, “I could explain while I feed the horses. Sir could sit down in the shade.”

Beau nodded and walked next to the holder of his dreams. “I have missed… things.” The shady barn was much cooler than the South Carolina sun beating down in the field. A look around confirmed they were alone.

“As have I.” Lafayette stepped in front of him to catch Beau as he tripped over an abandoned barn tool. “Careful.”

Prevention of the fall caused his body to be against the larger man’s firm muscles. Beau didn’t try to hide his erection. He was no longer a shy little boy. He had been to war. He had looked death in the face. Life was too short to not to try to get what he desperately wanted.

His hands gripped Lafayette’s hips as he pushed him backwards into the shadows of the furthest empty stall. Beau could feel other man’s cock was throbbing behind his trousers. The scent of fresh hay tickled his nose as the high walls of the stall hid them.

Beau was just tall enough to pull the bigger man down for a kiss. Unlike their first and last kiss, Lafayette groaned in defeat and responded. The response ignited a fire of passion within Beau. Their lips glided and caressed each other’s mouths.

On a soft moan, Lafayette pulled back. Work rough hands skimmed over Beau making him burn with need. Lafayette’s voice was husky as he reminded Beau of their reality. “We shouldn’t. You know we shouldn’t.”

“Shhh, Lafayette. I need you. Don’t turn me away. Please not this time, not again.” Beau’s hands cupped those firm muscular globes that had tormented his dreams for years. Lips crashed and bruised, but he didn’t care. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Oh. No. I don’t think I could.” Lafayette’s voice was strained as he absorbed all of Beau’s pent up frustrations and fed it with his own. “So long. Waited. Didn’t know if you’d come back.”

Big hands cupped Beau’s ass and pulled him up against his body. Beau’s legs moved to wrap tightly around Lafayette’s waist. They fell back into the wall of the stall with their fervor. Beau’s cock was so hard, and all he could think about was coming for this beautiful man.

With Lafayette’s strength holding him up, Beau could move and grind their fabric-covered cocks together. The only sounds were their soft panting between kisses as their excitement began to consume them. When their thrusts hasten bringing them to the edge of heaven they hesitated to stare into each other’s eyes.

That was all Beau could take. His cock erupted with hot cream on a choked moan as he thrust against the man holding him. Lafayette’s eyes focused on his as Beau climaxed until the bigger man threw his head back and grunted with his own pleasure. Beau shivered as he felt their combined wet heat cover him. He felt marked.

Over the next seven days, Beau was with Lafayette as much as he could manage. They would come together in a heated bliss of shadows or in a slow wave of love in the forest surrounding the plantation and sometimes they just shared time and space with quiet conversation. Beau had never been happier, and Lafayette seemed to be at peace.

His birthday had come and gone. Beau felt lethargic and was getting easily confused. He was having an overriding need to do unspeakable things to Lafayette. His desire to ingest him could no longer be buried. Beau had to have him in this manner.

That was his sole thought as he made it through the moonlit field to the small hut where Lafayette lived. A soft tap to the window brought his lover out of the shack. Beau knew he wasn’t thinking clearly, so he just took the bigger man’s hand and led him to one of their private havens behind the tree line to ensure their privacy.

Up until this point, neither man had gone any further than they did that first passionate day. They never seemed to be able to stop kissing long enough to pull the clothing off their bodies. As the moonlight kissed Lafayette’s face, Beau vowed tonight he would taste him.

Their lips met in a soft caress that turned into a hot fire within seconds. Beau’s nervous fingers went to the buttons on Lafayette’s pants. He popped them open one at a time until his lover’s manhood was freed from its constraints.

Without further ado, Beau dropped to his knees and suckled. Lafayette softly cried out and tried to stop Beau from savoring him. “Beau. Don’t. Come up here.”

The distress in his lover’s voice made him smile because the cock in his mouth said something entirely different as it throbbed with a pulse of its own. Beau had never done this before, but he had witnessed it just once briefly. Two of his friends found pleasure in the activity; unfortunately, neither had made it back from the war. Blocking that thought from his head, he focused on the man above him.

Lafayette’s entire body was straining for control, but Beau’s mouth and hand was stealing that from him with each downward suck. He moved his hand and his head a little faster as he felt his lover shaking.

“Beau. I’m going to spend,” his lover choked with emotion.

A big hand tried to push him away from taking in the fulfillment he was giving his lover, but Beau was determined and sucked harder. He knew he had to have what only Lafayette could give him.

The man grunted gratefully as he came, shooting the most delicious nectar into Beau’s mouth. He swallowed and sucked for more. His lover provided mouthful after mouthful of warm cream, satisfying Beau in ways he didn’t know he needed. His cock erupted untouched at the taste. Beau’s fuzzy feeling disappeared as he swallowed.

As soon as he was done, his beautiful black lover was on him. Beau was lovingly laid back, and his lover made sweet love to his cock. Even though his cock had released he stayed hard. The larger man kissed, licked and loved it until Beau gave up his seed again. Lafayette may have swallowed; Beau was too distracted by the throes of his orgasm to give it any attention. His lover licked him clean.

It was such a sweet gesture. Beau did not understand why he wanted to bite Lafayette with urgency far beyond his need to have his orgasm. He desperately wanted to exchange blood with him somehow he felt like doing so would tie them together.

They froze as they heard the snapping of some dried twigs. Before a minute past, a little old black woman in a white dress was standing there.

“Gran?” Lafayette asked as they tried to cover themselves.

With one look of Lafayette’s grandmother’s wise eyes, she seemed to know. “Boy, I told you. Your love for him would be the end of you. I told you keep away from him. Hims got the evil on him.”

Standing next to his love, Beau’s head dropped. “Ma’am I am sorry. I… it was me. Lafayette listened to you.”

“If he listened to me he would’ve left before you come back. Instead he been pining for you something wicked.” This was news to Beau, and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. “Well, come on in the house. No use standing about crying over something that can’t be taken back.”

Once in the privacy of the little shack, his lover reached out and took Beau’s pristine soft white hand. Beau looked down in total amazement as he watched the dark fingers locked on to his tightly. He hadn’t dared to look at Lafayette on the walk back to his dwelling. But now his eyes shyly peeked up through his lashes to find Lafayette watching him intently, and it made his heart flip.

“Gran, you knew my heart has always been his. Nothing could have ever changed that. Now explain to us what is happening.”

Beau’s head was spinning with joyful happiness that he was sure was written all over his face. Lafayette loved him, and it sounded like he always had. His heart soared with grand feelings.

“Young fools! You make folly as you think only with your heart.” Gran scoffed, but the small smile on her face told Beau that she wasn’t completely angry with this situation. “Well, sit down. Sit down.”

Beau and Lafayette seated themselves on the stools next to the dying fire. Beau’s heart did another happy back flip when the man reached again to take his hand back. His hand was held in one work roughened hand while Lafayette stroked the callused fingers across his palm creating delicious shivers to dance through Beau’s body.

Lafayette’s Gran cleared her throat to get their attention. She shook her head. “I tell my boy stay away from the men of the big family. But he no listen. So here we are…”

Lafayette frowned at her, and Beau wanted to crawl under a rock. “We love each other, Gran. Nothing will change that. Now tell what you need to say. Tell me what you would not say before.”

Gran’s head dropped forward for a moment before looking directly at them. “You be like him. When he bites you.”

How did she know Beau was barely restraining himself from sinking his teeth in his lover? The unnatural desire was scaring the hell out of him. He couldn’t help it; he leaned closer to inhale the larger man’s scent.

Lafayette’s eyes darted to Beau. “Bite me?”

“He take a bit of your blood. You take some of his back, and you mated stronger than marriage.”

Lafayette leaned towards Beau.

The little old woman sighed as she wagged a finger at Beau. “Hold yourself still. No biting in my house. I don’t want that here.” She softened her words by touching Lafayette’s knee. “Once he exchange with you, he’ll lie with you like you’re married. You won’t be able to wait.”

Lafayette grinned as if he liked the idea of passion sweeping them away. Beau knew he was blushing and only hoped they couldn’t see it in the firelight.

“‘Fayette, know that once share his blood, you two are tied together. Destiny can’t be ignored. You will be his forever.” Gran looked at them both and shook her head. “But you already are, and he is yours.” Sighing as if she was no longer going to fight against what was meant to be. “Sir Beau needs to gather his money, take some of your momma’s silver, I knows she’s got fine pieces, take two horses and go. You go as far as you can.”

“No.” Beau gasped out not liking that he would have to leave his home.

“Yes, sir. You take my grandson, and you go. He needs to pretend he’s your servant or slave. You take care of him.” She sniffed, but none of the tears that were gathering in her eyes fell. Turning to Lafayette she added, “Take you a boat across the sea. Go to wild places where no one will know. You can survive off the land and each other.”

“But is that safe?” Beau heard the fear that seemed to bleed into his love’s voice.

“No choice. And ‘Fayette, my sweet baby, death he will never finger you now.”

“What?”

“Once he bites, and you stay together, you will not die.”

“Ma’am?” Beau choked out, hoping for some kind of clarity.

“You give my boy life for always.” She took the talisman that hung around her neck and kissed the tiny sac.

Beau opened his mouth and closed it as Lafayette leaned forward. “What are we now?”