Chapter 3-Sexual instincts
Hector Dixon did not answer even one of the many messages that were saved on his phone mailbox. After hearing almost half of them, now he felt desperately irritated.
"That idiot always knows how to make me feel irritated. Fucking bastard" the blond grumbled constantly in his luxurious living room where also was alone, as usual.
The blond poured some brandy from his own personal canteen, enjoyed the bitter drink served with ice as he lay back in his sofa lined with black vinyl, thinking of the words he had heard from the voicemail on his phone a few minutes ago. Those messages had been sent by his partner, who had not seen just a couple of weeks ago.
It took about twenty minutes for Dixon stopped feeling so angry. He was annoyed by those messages but then managed to subside a little his angry and transformed it in just a flimsy resentment.
Peter Guillam had been his partner and lover for nearly two years, but the differences between them had always caused a big problem for their relationship because the intense personality of Dixon sometimes ended by exasperating Guillam, although Dixon had stopped requesting sexual services to other men just for him, an activity which he was an addict. But though he not expressed much Dixon had fallen in love with Guillam and although on numerous occasions he had been greatly tempted to call back some alpha Adonis to warm his bed, he had resisted to do that countless times just because he was aware that for the first time he should pay fidelity to the man who had taught him to feel what he believed was definitely love. Guillam was a man who knew very well please him in bed and all that had been aroused in him feelings of affection.
But now he was separated again of Guillam so Dixon thought again that to pay allegiance to anyone was absurd and even laughable, he was the best assassin in England and perhaps the best around the UK so he could not afford to stoop to that level of sentimentality.
Now he was alone again and anyway could re-hire any man whatever he wanted for have sex, besides at the moment in his mind only remained insistent the idea of finding at all costs the alpha male sexy that had possessed him in the luxurious bed in his suite just a couple of days ago. He knew he could not return to the United States in a couple of weeks to avoid suspicion in the police, but he was determined to return to seek the Adonis alpha with that sexy tattoo covering his entire muscled back where Dixon could still remember he had dug his nails when had been clinging to his body while Dolarhyde penetrated inside him with rapt lust.
Remembering the whole process of their sexual intercourse that both had been together that night again he felt excited greatly, as he returned to pour another glass of alcohol and as he reclined on the couch wrapped in black vinyl, and then he decided to hear once again one of the last messages that Guillam had left on the answering machine just one hour ago.
"Hector, please I need to see you. Call my mobile phone and immediately I'm going to be in your flat"
Dixon decided to sip a few drinks from his glass as he finished reproduce the voice message. He looked constantly to the recorder, irresolute in deciding to ignore the request that the message of his former boyfriend or accept his proposal.
Since the blond had left the bathroom after taking a hot shower to half an hour ago, he was still wearing only one of his new robes whose fine silky soft fabric with great grace fell over his naked body, sticking to his skin that just a few minutes ago had been wet with water from the shower, and under the shower Dixon had been thinking of him, in the sexy manly man who had taken his body in the United States, and under the shower Dixon did not stop to masturbate himself thinking about him, remembering how wildly he penetrated to the depths of his being and he clung to his back and caressed his dark hair between the phalanges of his hands. And among the moans of pleasure in the shower he was uttering his false name again and again, John Bateman. And when he had dried his damp skin with the towel he had seen in the mirror those marks made by the black-haired, that had done on his body. Now Dixon was back in the mirror, wearing his fine silk robe, carefully observing those sublime brands, caressing them gently with his fingers.
After pondering on his memories and concerns he could not stop thinking about the dark-haired man. Thinking of it made him feel excited, the heat of the excitement remained in his body, the heat seemed growing up and perhaps that was the reason that prompted him to decide to call his former lover that had been insisting him to reunite. His heat did not decrease; even his hands or his sex toys might not be able to lessen his desire. Dixon needed to feel a man after all and needed that now. And alcohol emboldened him much more.
After a while, Dixon had made a decision.
The timbre of his large and luxurious flat suddenly rang just a few minutes after Dixon had called him. Dixon's hair was still wet and to hear the call of the door a growing excitement assaulted his chest. He knew it was Guillam, he had asked him to go to his flat in a quick and concrete response. He was determined to call him and let him have a good reconciliation with him, culminated between the sheets of his bed.
Dixon smirked with malicious smile; he tied the belt of his robe at the waist to cover his nakedness notorious and headed for the door to open.
"Hector" Guillam's voice mumbled greeting, still standing at the door outside the penthouse, in the corridor that connected it. Before Dixon uttered a word, his eyes fell upon the face of the little blond, a face that had been impatient to see after those weeks they had been separated each other. Guillam noticed immediately that Dixon just had taken a shower not too long ago and inevitably he felt a little uneasy because not only Dixon had called him to meet personally in his flat at that time of night but also he was dressed in that very suggestive way. With the transparency of the fabric of the robe of Dixon was almost obvious at a glance that he was perfectly naked and Guillam knew well the ardor of Dixon and how he enjoyed to provoke him. Guillam was suddenly excited to guess what was about to happen.
Dixon smiled at him in sexy way while his eyes were finally fixed on his.
"Come in..." Dixon said in a very soft and sensual voice. Guillam did not hesitate to obey the request and went in, and after Dixon closed the door, Guillam could appreciate Dixon's body back realizing the way his robe perfectly was molded to his naked body and could see the outline of his naked back and the protruding volume of his butt.
Guillam sensed that Dixon was clearly intended to seduce him, he always had done that and he always fell on his games. And since their separation he almost couldn't resist. He needed to feel again Dixon's body.
Dixon did not turn to him, instead he remained standing against the door turning his face just a little to see him askance.
"I've been missing you... Hector...too much" Guillam whispered with hoarse voice with excitement. The provocation of Dixon certainly also was beginning to cause him a tightening in his manhood. Dixon still did not turn to him, but in the reflection of the fine polished mahogany door, Guillam could realize that Dixon smiled with flirtatious malice. Then Guillam did not resist more to approach his body to his with a bit of desperation, hugging Dixon from behind and soon he began to kiss the bare shoulder of Dixon tucked under his robe, Dixon has just discovered that part with the intention to provoke him even more. Wordlessly, Guillam began to lay his hands on the waist of Dixon, feeling with pleasure the silhouette of his small body under his restless hands.
Dixon moaned a bit in low tones to feel the hands of Guillam touching his torso, again, leaving him to continue with the caresses through his body that made him feel gradually excited. Dixon always greatly enjoyed feeling the male hands of another man exploring beneath his clothes, rummaging recklessly to fondle his skin and Guillam had known well how to please him.
Guillam's hands continued fingering his whole body and soon he ventured his hands under the thin fabric of fine silk of his robe, feeling the touch of bare skin of Dixon, burning with desire. Dixon was swayed by the unbridled passion that soon would overflow and could feel how Guillam boldly began to rub his buttocks against his already hard member, which was still captive in his pants.
Although due the touch was extremely pleasant and he could even allow to be fucked by him just once against the door with desperation, Dixon did not resist to turn to face Guillam and then their faces met again at last. Dixon looked at him and rose on the balls of his feet and began kissing him. Guillam immediately corresponded the kiss, he had been desperate to enjoy again the contact of Dixon's lips with his in passionate kisses. No separate their desperate mouths, two men walked into the living room and Dixon sat on the black vinyl couch, previously sliding his robe to take off it before the eyes of Guillam. Then Dixon began to open his legs to leave uncovered his throbbing erection caused by the excitement to be soon possessed by his former lover whom he had called to calm his heat.
Dixon looked at him maliciously and Guillam eventually lowered the zipper of his pants to free his erection quickly and as soon as he was stripped of his pants he put between the legs of Dixon and accommodated his red glans in the corner of his entrance, Dixon's entrance was already wetted with lubricant. Dixon encouraged him to continue, looking at him with malice and licking his lips. Guillam then began to enter into him to the bottom with a little abruptly that after all Dixon loved. Dixon winced a little as he felt the invasion of his hard cock and then they both moaned with pleasure, they finally were joined again in delicious copulation, Guillam could finally feel back into the narrow and warm cavity of his sexy assassin lover who to feel the way Guillam's rigid member came to the bottom of him, he clung tightly to his back.
"Ahhh, you're a naughty dirty Hect…you've already prepared your hole to receive me, you knew that would drive me crazy as soon as I see you" Guillam whispered excitedly, slipping deeper into him.
"Pete do it fast...do not stop...you know well how I like you do it," Dixon whispered suggestively with sexy voice, near his ear and licked his earlobe. Guillam obeyed his request and began to ram inside him with progressive power and Dixon felt the delicious stimulation of his lover reaching the internal hot spot of his prostate, making him reach a peak of pleasure with each thrust. No doubt the union of their bodies had always been wonderfully pleasant and added to the despair that Guillam had to be back with him was causing his thrusts were wilder than usual so Dixon clung to his back with greater force, but then he discovered that the back of Guillam did not feel as strong as the manly back of that alpha Adonis of Boston, who had become his lover in that casual horny encounter of one night.
Guillam continued powerfully attacking inside him while his hands patted each part of the naked body of the man who was possessing and the room was filled with their moans and gasps of pleasure with shortness of breath.
"Pete ahh... ahh...don't stop…ahh don't stop, harder," Dixon pleaded purring and contracting the muscles of his buttocks to maintain the erection of his lover in turn well inside him, Dixon felt his belly burned and his own erection was rubbing against Guillam's torso, the sexual encounter was driving him too crazy, almost felt to be being dominated in every way by Guillam. He had always enjoyed greatly make love with Guillam, they always had had very hot moments together in the bed and Guillam, despite his peaceful personality, showed always be a hot lover in bed who sated all his lusts, especially with an sex addict like Dixon but despite the sexual encounter was being even more pleasurable than all doses of sex they had enjoyed together since the beginning of their relationship, this time Dixon could not help but compare it with that delicious sex he had enjoyed to the point of madness with the alpha male Herculean of Boston.
Guillam satisfied him, drove him crazy with his thrusts and obscene caresses, Guillam knew every part of his body and how he liked to have intense sex, Guillam intoxicated him with his hot, deep kisses that left him breathless but nothing of that felt so damn well how it had felt being possessed by that sexy virile male with dark hair. Dixon was annoyed every time he opened his eyes and realized again that the man who was fucking him in frenzy that night was not the same sexy tan lover from America. And yet a reasonable part of his psyche told him he should not compare Guillam with the mysterious black-haired man of Boston, well after all Peter Guillam was fulfilling his purpose to lower his heat of that night.
At that time Dixon did not want to stop and consider his feelings for even wanted to convince himself that certainly still felt something strong for Guillam, would not think whether if it was affection or love and could not even consider if his feelings for him was just a kind of addiction for the good sex he gave him or if that could be a kind of co-dependency, the only thing that mattered at the moment was the fact that Guillam was providing him the dose of sex that he needed.
At one point, Guillam still being inside him, leaned close to his face looking back contact of his lips with his. A little hesitant, Dixon would not immediately correspond to kiss Guillam but soon gave back to the union of their lips and started kissing each other while Guillam again increase the attacks inside him. The delicious sex continued for a period longer until Guillam spilled his cum inside him and Dixon spotted them both with the explosion of his orgasm.
The lovers, panting and exhausted by the strenuous activity kissed again, it had been the best of their reconciliations that they had had and then gave a momentary rest before continuing a second round of sex in another position that this time they enjoyed on the warm carpet in the living room in front of the large window where could see well the high buildings of the city.
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Dolarhyde had remained quiet and pensive for a long time, sitting on a hard wooden chair that was being increasingly uncomfortable. But his great inner unrest forced him to sit in the corner with the faraway look, it almost seemed that he had entered a kind of shock.
Now he was in a very small, modest apartment that he had achieved smoothly rent somewhere in New Jersey, he was always constantly moving to mislead the police.
The truth was that by just a couple of hours ago he had been talking to the infernal being that subjugated his mind and senses, he had been talking to the great Red Dragon after the ritual ceremony that daily did in front of the large, old and heavy Bible with leather-bound. This time he had read the part of revelations where the Apostle John had mentioned the beast from the sea. He understood that what the Red Dragon had said was true, he had not been done one with the dragon after all, there were other beasts that embodied evil and at the same time formed one, perhaps a kind of blasphemous analogy to the divine providence.
After reading that paragraph, Dolarhyde was immediately amazed. Imagined the beast out from the sea, with its seven heads with one of them mortally wounded and its absolute magnificence, he imagined all, he was greatly excited. After falling into the usual trance he had gotten an erection. But soon a feeling of panic invaded his chest. The paranoia of imagination from his dream warned him that surely the beast from the sea also has the purpose of harming him and if he really wanted to beat the red dragon he should also obtain the monstrous sea beast.
He could not help to put his hands on his head constantly in an effort to stop listening all those cavernous and hellish voices that began to emerge from his head one more time.
And while the infernal voices still were upsetting him, suddenly in his chaotic mind came the memory of Hector Dixon in the form of a burst of images which could lucidly spot their moments of unbridled lust in the dose of sex they had had together a couple of nights ago in Boston. Dolarhyde made an enormous effort to keep the sexual images within his consciousness, struggling for dominance against the Red Dragon who continued annoying him. In his hallucination, Dolarhyde thought suddenly that surely the mysterious sexy blond who he had possessed probably still was in Boston, far away from where he was.
"...The dude of golden hair. His name was Hector. Ha, oh his body was so wonderful, it was so wonderful...penetrate inside him, and his golden hair, his sweet voice begging me not to stop to fuck him, his narrow body, so warm, so live...his sharp eyes, no one had ever looked at me in that way, no one had ever kissed me like that ...his burning lips attached to mine ...the man clothing with the Sun" Dolarhyde mumbled continuously falling prey to delirium, and the annoying Red Dragon still persisted in his grotesque gasps, the cursed Red Dragon would not shut because he didn't want to leave him alone, the Red Dragon didn't want to let him remember with pleasure the wonderful sexual encounter he had had with the mysterious blond whose name he could not stop saying.
But now Dolarhyde was appeased, the fearful voices that tormented him had stopped to talk a while ago, but could not get out of his mind the idea that after all had not mastered the dragon nor merge completely with the evil.
"Haha, do you think you've defeated me? You think you can be stronger and smarter than me, small impotent loser? You've just been a filthy dreamer who cannot even get an erection, if you cannot catch you at a living person much less you can defeat me, you small filth. For that reason your parents didn't wish you, for that your grandmother hated you, so nobody never loved you and nobody loves you now. Reba doesn't want a monster like you're at her side. Nobody wants to be by your side...you're a loser and a sexual impotent.. and you cannot kill me, Francis, because the evil of the universe is channeled not only in the Red Dragon, my powers do not come only from a banal piece of art of Blake ...my immense malevolence emanates not only from that ridiculous engraving that you devoured in the museum...you're a fucking sexually impotent...you're a damn loser...filth…garbage...loser, you fucking dross"
Suddenly evil voices had return to whisper heavily from his dark schizophrenic psyche, buzzing in his ears, becoming louder progressively. Dolarhyde couldn't stand it anymore, those derogatory annoying shouts echoed throughout his mind and soon he began to feel a severe headache.
"Noo! I'm not a loser!...I'm not a damn impotent!...¡no, you can't against me, you can't hurt the ones I love!, I ate you, now you're in my fucking stomach, filthy beast! Now you are part of me!" Dolarhyde snapped continuously, he was now kneeling on the floor; his hands remained on his head in a failed attempt to stop listening to those terrible voices that increasingly were becoming more recurrent and lasting. But despite his efforts, the beast kept saying its derogatory phrases.
Soon the erection between his legs began to soften up again, leaving his member flaccid again. Dolarhyde felt that this was a kind of defeat, the Dragon had mastered his sexual power again at will, always it had to be the same, in the same way the Red Dragon gave him vigorous sexual power that raised his heat, the dragon also could remove it with ease.
"You're a fool if you think you'll live such a pleasurable experience like that again, Francis. And look at you now, you've become a stupid fagot. But even so fuck the guy of golden hair was just a fluke, you will not to see him never again Francis, and he probably even doesn't remember you, maybe now he's in bed with another man, having real sex, he's now with a real man who fucks him so well, because you're not even a man, you're a monster, you're a loser and a sexual impotent, maybe that night of casual sex you had with him you had to use an object to penetrate him because you are a sexual impotent, you cannot maintain an erection .. it's all part of yours stupid delirium Francis..."
"Nooo! Shut the hell up stupid Dragon! The man clothing in sun is my complement, my other half... the Red Dragon must master it, the red dragon that with its tail shed a sea of stars that will destroy the Earth."
"Your grandmother hated you"
"The man clothing in Sun...wears a crown of stars" Dolarhyde mumbling with calmer voice.
"Your mother abandoned you"
"Underfoot it is a moon..."
"Your father chose to die crushed, reduced to a disgusting bloody mass before to see the birth of his deformed child"
"The Red Dragon suddenly stopped in front of him..."
"You remember all the animals you killed in your childhood, Francis? You were always a monster"
The tangled mind of Dolarhyde began to lose more and more the sense of his delusions. He could not realize the moment his consciousness gave the total mastery of the Red Dragon until his body slumped unconscious on the floor. The infernal voices stopped at last to resonate but Dolarhyde already had lost his consciousness.
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Dixon and Guillam had enjoyed together their pleasant night full of lust and now the two lovers had shared the bed to sleep one more time. Early in the morning, Dixon was the first to wake up, still naked on his luxurious bed next to the man who had made him love the night before. When Dixon sat up approached him for fiddling a little Guillam's bare chest with his fingers, outlining some circles to awake him.
But seeing him there naked next to him Dixon could not help but return to make comparisons with something that never happened, but he imagined how it would have been fiddling in that sensual way over the naked manly chest of that sexy alpha of Boston if only he had awakened at his side the morning after their passionate doses of sex together.
Dixon had always liked waking up with Guillam next to him in his own bed, but the idea of doing as well with the dark-haired Adonis haunted him greatly, he could not get it out of his mind... but the bastard had fled from the suite that morning without warning.
And though he tried to hide it certainly felt a little annoyed that his lover in turn was not the sexy dark-haired man, but his ex. He could almost think that now Guillam had referred to as a gizmo of his life, because in fact they had not yet spoken of reconciliation and therefore he could not call him boyfriend.
"Wake up ...Pete" muttered Dixon whispering with sensual tone. Guillam awakened to his call by, opening his blue eyes slowly and meeting immediately with Dixon's gaze who was smirking as well with his usual white smile. Noticing that, Guillam awoke and looked at him, Dixon smiled even more with his characteristic malice and Guillam unexpectedly approached his face to steal a quick kiss on his lips. At the touch of his lips to his, Dixon stroked Guillam's chest with more intent, but his lips were certainly hesitant to continue kissing him.
"Good morning, Hec" seductive Guillam sputtered, trying to kiss his lips again. Dixon then pulled back and sat on the edge of the bed, this time his annoyance could not pass too unnoticed.
"Listen ...I do not know how the hell we should call all this, that is... we were separated for several weeks and you know exactly how was our stupid argument," Dixon said in a deep voice and bypassing the look.
"Hec, come on! I'm not an idiot, I know well your way to reconcile... I know how you love to be fucked so hard..." Guillam whispered approaching him from behind, caressing his bare back and slightly nibbling one of his ears.
"But you also know how exasperates me your stupidity... so we discussed then and after that I really did not want to see your damn face..." Dixon snapped rough, trying to resist the tingling pleasure that caused the bites of Guillam who had now begun to caress his body in obscene way under the covers.
"Maybe you did not want to see my damn face but you have always wanted to feel my hard cock inside you..." Guillam said cynically, in a hoarse voice near his ear.
"ha, you know perfectly that I can get any fucking cock of any man I please, when I want. I don't need you Peter... you can go right now to the damn hell and rot there with all your dirtiness" pronounced Dixon with expression of false flattery, irrefutable sign of his sarcasm.
But Guillam was accustomed to the harsh behavior of Dixon and he knew he could exercise good and quick nod at him, because he knew the greatest weakness of Dixon and in form a little egocentric Guillam believed that he could please him fully with good sex, he always could drive him crazy with pleasure. Besides, seeing Dixon angry made him feel more excited.
"Oh honey, but no man knows how to make you see the stars of pleasure as I do..." mumbled Guillam with high pride, with more intention nibbling his ear and licking his earlobe.
Dixon could feel the warm breath of Guillam in his ear, and the way he began to masturbate him made him desist of it again, but was not willing to be tempted to be submitted by him as easily without before saying to Guillam that he was wrong, because actually he had managed to find another lover, a sexy man much more manly than him and who had slept with him in United States.
"Haha how stupid you are, Pete, of course there is. Do not think you're the best bloody man who has been on my bed. You know? In fact actually only two nights ago a real alpha male took me in his arms, made me his wildly on the bed in my suite... that was a real man, an alpha male with a bigger cock and much more functional than yours" Dixon said unabashedly, smiled a mocking smile on his lips and almost immediately a groan of pleasure escaped from his voice because at that moment Guillam had squeezed his cock with more severity, he was exasperated by such confession.
"I see you're still a damn promiscuous Dixon, you can never resist to be fucked by any man that you want... I think you deserve to be punished," muttered Guillam hoarsely, mixing his growing morning excitement and annoyance of knowing Dixon always ended sleeping with other men.
"Ahh Pete...stop... damn it..." Dixon mumbled imploring a bit, though in fact he certainly did not want Guillam stopped, because Guillam always managed to make him the best of masturbations no doubt.
"I won't stop Hec, I said you deserve to be punished for being a naughty boy..." he whispered in response Guillam and immediately made Dixon capsized on the bed, making he showed his butt to him, Guillam was taller and stronger than him and without pity or previous dilation, Guillam began to penetrate him without giving him time to get used to the sudden invasion.
"Ahh, you bastard!" Dixon snapped and then moaned, wincing on his face, feeling the rigid phallus of his lover ramming hard inside him. The masturbation that Guillam had done him had done his cock were completely hard as well.
"You love to be fucked hard, you cannot complain now," said Guillam excited, increasing the power of the attacks, masturbating obscenely the already hard member of Dixon, and constantly beating his buttocks with his hands to make them get red.
"You're a bloody bastard, Peter!" Dixon said laughable, his evil smile showed that greatly he enjoyed the outrage. Their bodies returned to indulge in unbridled lust, as if there were no a next time when they could repeat, but with the position they were doing and because of the humiliation that Guillam was trying to exercise, Dixon did not stop fantasizing that who was fucking him this time was the strong sexy dark-haired man. And just thinking about that man with that sexy tattoo, Dixon was able to reach orgasm.
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When Dolarhyde woke it was morning. The chirping of birds outside his window made him open his eyes slowly to fully awaken from his slumber. He sat up, first kneeling down on the floor. His chin ached, probably he had struck with the floor due the sudden fall.
When he finally got up he headed for the small room that now he used as a temporary bedroom. He was still a little confused, but felt luckily because the infernal voices were not bothering him again. Suddenly his eyes fell on his reflection in the mirror that had acquired a week ago and had been shattered as a result of his usual ritual. The mirrors were dimensional doorways, so the Dragon could take him by surprise and enter through to his world out there during a full moon night.
Being front, Dolarhyde saw the reflection of his own face in broken glass, fixing his gaze for a moment at the scar on his upper lip, unquestionable mark of his birth condition that would make him always remember for posterity that after all the Dragon was right, his cleft lip had been the cause of parental abandonment and rejection of others. He was a monster.
But it did not matter now, all those ones that had repudiated him were already deservedly dead and now his main purpose was to be an end to what had started, be one with the dragon, become it, merge with its infernal powers and thus dominate the cruel world where he was born.
Dolarhyde went to the bathroom and there in the sink washed his face. He looked again at his reflection in the oval mirror over the wall, that was the only mirror in his house he had decided not to break because of his stubborn obsession, and again looked closely at the scar on his face. With a couple of fingers of the right hand he felt for a brief moment his own lips while looking at his own look in reflection in the mirror He remembered how his lips had kissed frantically the warm soft lips of that blond man who had possessed, recalled the drunkenness of his kisses, the union of their bodies. He had possessed that man with his potency of alpha male, he had actually done that even if the dragon tried to persuade him of the contrary. He had even ejaculated inside him, he had done that twice and that had been the alienation of his total ecstasy. He had penetrated another man becoming one with him, never before had done, never before had been considered do it but he could not repent of it and the increasing desire to meet the blond again increased with the passing of the minutes and hours. Certainly he would travel to Boston early in the morning to seek and possess him again.
After taking a shower, Dolarhyde prepared to carry out the ritual he had done with strict regularity since some time ago. He dressed only in his kimono watching some home movies randomly of happy families that one day would be available to victimize. The dragon had not bothered him during that day, maybe had managed to master it, perhaps for that reason, this was a day in which he was being incarnate in the red dragon itself.
Dolarhyde tried to enjoy the home movies he had just acquired, families looked too happy there, he hated that so much and only increased his anger and impatience to return to perpetrate a crime. But soon his distraction was overshadowed by the vivid memory of the blond man who had slept two nights ago. He recalled what the blond had caused him when he had boldly starting to squeeze his manhood on his pants, he recalled how his own big hands then began to caress obscenely every part of his bare skin and how he had made him of his. And especially he remembered every moan from his sweet voice, he had never heard such melodious voice of another man of his age. Dolarhyde knew the blond despite his refined delicacy certainly should not be a man too young, surely Dixon was a similar age to his.
He could not help get excited again and his member rose in a thick erection while the images on the reflector still projecting in its monochrome tone, as much he loved, because the lack of color giving it a retro touch that made him feel in the past, a distant past that ever lived.
In his mind he could not fade the image of the blond's body arching under his hands because of pleasure, moving under his male body. And then he began to masturbate himself to calm his erection, caressing his penis in its entirety to the tip of his dripping glans. The Dragon was wrong, he was not a sexual impotent, he could maintain an erection, he was full of sexual power, and he was the Red Dragon now.
The home movie stopped, and just when that ended Dolarhyde had achieved the pinnacle of a pleasurable orgasm, had ejaculated over his own hands, always thinking of the blond of beautiful gray eyes.
Dolarhyde stood at the end of the couch where he had pleasured himself, was wild with desire to reencounter with the golden-haired man named Hector. He girded his Kimono around his waist and went to the bathroom, he needed another shower. He would sleep early tonight to go back to Boston early in the morning.
After taking a second shower, Dolarhyde went to his special room where he had placed his personal sanctuary. Even with wet hair, he stood in front of the Great Bible in combat position, as the Great Dragon is about to subjugate all creatures of God, and dropped the kimono to the floor, sliding down by his bare skin, exposing the majestic tattoo on his back.
Dolarhyde went into a trance, again feeling his soul synchronized with the evil, being one, he was the red dragon, the snake that also is Satan and was aware that he now had enough power conferred to envision everything what John the apostle had witnessed about the revelations of the apocalypse.
His big old Bible showed the page that just had opened his eyes to the truth. Beneath the newspaper clippings, that drafted the news on the front page of The Tattler exposing the escape of the Red Dragon and his obsessive connection with Dr. Hannibal Lecter, it could read that paragraph that read the revelation of the beast out of the sea.
"And the dragon stood on the sand of the seashore. Then I saw a beast coming up out of the sea, having ten horns and seven heads, and on his horns were ten diadems, and on his heads were blasphemous names."
After reading the revelation, again, again and again, Dolarhyde felt amazed, his eyes twinkling in amazement at the image plotting his dream imagination.
"And they worshiped the dragon which gave power unto the beast: and they worshiped the beast, saying, Who is like the beast? Who can fight against it?
If the Red Dragon had conferred powers to the beast that could only mean that the beast itself should also be part of the Red Dragon, and everyone should worship it and kneel before him. He knew that he should to be close to the beast, he should also possess it.
After leaving his trance, Dolarhyde hastily left his home to find a place where to find out more about other paintings of William Blake. He was invaded by the heightened excitement again to know if Blake had been able to peer into his mind again, the cursed painter always got it.
In a small local library, Dolarhyde could take a borrowed computer and soon he was searching on the internet browser the names and works of Blake. In the images that threw the search, Dolarhyde could see for the first time the magnificence of the Red Dragon and the Beast from the Sea, wonderful and distinctly unique work of Blake. The famous English poet and painter had managed to spy back into his schizophrenic mind.
Dolarhyde had been stunned by such an image, the strokes and splashes of Blake had managed to capture perfectly what Dolarhyde had imagined during his trance. His eyes remained fixed, unblinking, on the computer monitor showing the image of the work in watercolor. He was again invaded by ecstasy, rapture unnerved his imagination. Suddenly, seized again in his own delusions he could see himself in the body of the Red Dragon on the painting, dominating the beast out of the sea, giving his infernal powers to it to destroy the children of the Lamb.
Dolarhyde could feel alive in the work, as if he could cross the dimension in the picture.
His occupation time on the computer ended after a while and the librarian kindly asked him to vacate the machine. Dolarhyde obeyed without saying a word and looked at the man with false kindness, always managed to go unnoticed, no one suspected him. No one could ever think that this kind quiet man was a cruel serial murderer prey to his own mental illness.
Leaving the library, Dolarhyde was touching often the USB flash drive that he kept in the pocket of his jacket. In the device he had kept the image of that other magnificent work of Blake in a good resolution. He was intended to project it on the wall of his living room when he got home and leave it like maybe for the rest of the night while sleeping to start well his day early morning when he would return to Boston to reunite with the wealthy blond.
"I will find you soon Hector, you'll be one with the Dragon" murmured continually absorbed.
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Dixon had called Fabian to talk a little about what had happened during his absence in London. Certainly Dixon had not been in America too long but maybe there was always the possibility that something important happened. It had been only a day since the sexual reunion he had had with Guillam and even he still felt not so sure for how he should call everything that had happened between them. Their reunion had become only sexual, neither had tried to talk about their relationship and possible feelings that connected them, if they still exist, though in truth talk about what were their true feelings for each other had always been difficult. Recalling that Guillam had possessed him in that wild way, Dixon felt a kind of contempt resurface in his chest, which only provoked the feelings that had joined him to Guillam will erode further. He was angry with him, but he also knew that he had been who took the initiative to use him as any lover like those who he rented in homosexual brothels. But Guillam had been for him more than an alpha male of his possession, Guillam had been his partner, and that made him totally different from the other men with who he had had sex.
And the memory of Dolarhyde was obsessing him increasingly. So for today he would try to stop thinking about the damn Peter Guillam and better focus on other issues.
Now Dixon was within his personal office, and was accompanied by his right hand and his friend for years.
"that damned politician bothers me too much, Fabian, I eliminated his biggest goal and the asshole showed total apathy towards me, as if I would provoke him disgust ... ha oh well if so, I hope he can understand that the feeling is mutual," Dixon said annoyed, while randomly changing channels on TV.
Fabian was standing on the side of the chair where Dixon was sitting, it was day and out the sun radiated a gentle climate so Dixon had taken off his jacket and black gloves he loved to use.
"I've heard he's a narcissist and I think the man is also a declared homophobic" said Fabian.
"And maybe that means he also has a kind of sixth sense to realize with whom someone have sex? Haha indeed perhaps something made him realize how much I like men, maybe for that reason he hated me at the end" Dixon said, smiling with satire. Fabian gave a chuckle and sat in the opposite chair.
"Well we cannot be sure... just it occurred to me to point out that, because just this morning I found that statement on his website," said Fabian.
Dixon smiled and looked at him for a moment, then turned to pay attention to the LED screen to continue changing channels.
"Well that has only made me hate him even more, but one day he'll pay me" muttered Dixon.
"I understand how you must feel, Dixon, but you'll take your chance to take revenge with that stupid man" Fabian said with satire.
"You're right, haha but look at all those stupid! Posing for the camera with their face jerks as if they were heroes of humanity, with their false hypocrisy, proud hiding the opulence in which they live and which they request kill their enemies hiring hitmen like me to do their dirty work. But hey Fabian, I cannot complain after all because I enjoy doing this and I am also too well-paid" explained Dixon while watching with mocking laughter the channel that was transmitting political news.
"That's true Dixon, so you have everything you want and when you want" Fabian said, smiling.
"Oh yes, you're right, but there are things that come singly, or maybe I'm very lucky," he said Dixon smiling sassy, again in his mind only the memory of the dark-haired man of Boston could appear, and the memory of his blue eyes staring with anger and excitement at his. At the memory, Dixon bit his own bottom lip slightly.
"Well, you've been skilled enough to create your own fortune..."
"Well yes, but maybe this time I mean another kind of luck. You know Fabian? I met a wonderful virile man in Boston, of course he was in my bed...we had delicious hard sex" the blond said with a wan smile on his face sketched.
"Well, but you always find the best men always get the ones you want" Fabian said letting out a chuckle.
Despite his statement, Fabian showed no so surprised, after all Dixon had slept with too many men that they had even lost count.
But when Dixon again mentioned that, his remarkable emotion was evident, then Fabian knew that alpha man had made much impression on his boss.
"No Fabian, that man in particular was different, you know I've always gotten the best sex with men but this time I felt a kind of connection with him that I cannot even explain. That man made me feel totally dominated in every way, I was intrigued with his eyes, with his muscular body, with his deep, masculine voice, his hair dark as night... and that sexy tattoo on his back. His name is John Bateman" said Dixon.
"By the way you express that, I imagine how good it was to spend a night with this man, but how is it possible that Hector Dixon was able to blurt out the man of his hands?" Fabian asked curious.
"Well, everything happened so fast and impulsive, but it was as glorious as it had never felt with anyone, and when I woke up he was no longer at my side," Dixon said recalling how he had awakened alone in bed in the suite.
"Did not you offer him money?" Fabian asked again.
"I did, I was willing to pay a large sum of money when I saw him for the first time in a city library, but even that did not avoid he left the suite so, without warning. He did not steal any of my stuff, the whole room was intact."
"Oh, Dixon! That almost sounds as if it had been a dream," he said Fabian doing a sigh at the end of his speech.
"Haha I know, I also like to think of something like that sometimes, but it was not. It was real. When I woke up I could still feel his semen inside me, plus he marked my skin, as if I were of him" Dixon said boldly, never avoided to mention all the details of his sex nights, Fabian was his assistant and his best friend.
Fabian laughed at the shameless confession of his boss, though he was used to hear Dixon always talked that way he sometimes kept admired his daring way of being.
"Hey wait a moment Hec, does that mean you had sex with a stranger without protection?" Fabian asked intrigued.
"Oh it was all so impulsive, I began to provoke him a little and suddenly the bastard took me in his arms, savagely he undressed me and made me of him while I could not resist."
"But he does not stop being a stranger..."
"Yes, but I do not really care, and I greatly enjoyed feeling the explosion of his orgasm inside me. And as I said, he had a very sexy tattoo on the muscular, manly back... that I scratched when I clung to him, he was so wild" Dixon said, suddenly licking his own lips.
"Well I guess you're thinking back to Boston to find that manly tan lover, isn't?" suggested Fabian, with mischievous smile.
"Yes, of course I will, I'll hire a detective if it's necessary to find him by any means. I'll get the tan sexy man sleeps with me again even if I have to pay a fortune or kill anyone. But unfortunately for now I cannot travel to the US, I cannot raise suspicions in the police. It is not convenient to travel there for the next few days so I'll have to wait a couple of weeks but impatience corrodes me inside," he said the blond, saying thin his excitement had decreased significantly.
"Be patient my dear Hec, when you can return you'll find that alpha male without problems, I know," Fabian said, smiling.
"and I will not let he slips from my hands, I swear by the life of that disgusting filthy rat" Dixon said, smiling cynically, referring to the same politician who had hired him precisely to travel to Boston and that was showed at that moment on TV. The politician was smiling for the camera in Dixon's LED television when he was interviewed by a reporter seriously.
"And by the way, what about Peter?" Fabian asked.
Dixon grimaced in annoyance.
"for me that bastard can go to hell."
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Final note: I finally updated, after several months, I regret the terribly delay but hey I hope you enjoyed this new chapter even a little ;)
As always I apologize if I made mistakes, really sorry.
Things are very intense in this story, you'll see what will happen in future chapters, you will see the reunion of Dolarhyde and Dixon, the link with Hannibal Lecter and how Dolarhyde will continue to fight his schizophrenia. Besides surely Guillam will not let so easy the way to Dolarhyde for I have decided to leave a little aside his peaceful personality and take the liberty to make him more competitive and jealous of course.
I regret that this chapter has not really had Dolarhyde / Dixon because now they are separated but meanwhile the whole concept is reduced to their sexual fantasies and other wet dreams.
Unfortunately I was not able to put the Hannigram, in fact I've had to cut that part since the last chapter to not do the longest chapter but soon it will also happen xD and would be as well fiery.
Well, all your comments are always welcome! :v /