Calyx FanBook

 

Fanfiction excerpts from the book:

 

"In the Shadows" by Angela

It was a few nights later when Calyx actually managed to catch up with Black. The wolf was incredibly elusive. Calyx suspected that was one of the reasons he was so fascinated by him. He found him in less than exciting circumstances, walking alone down the empty streets of the city in the neon darkness of the night. Calyx had been out looking for his next meal, but this was far better in his opinion. He leapt off the building he was on to land softly onto the street below, behind the wolf. Black had apparently heard him because he stopped, an irritated sound rumbling from his throat as he turned and regarded Calyx with dark, angry eyes. "What do you want now?"

"I would have thought the answer to that would have been obvious by now, Darkness," Calyx said, circling the wolf.

"I'm not a donor for the undead," Black said, his eyes following Calyx.

The vampire chuckled, the sound dark and sensual on the empty street. "Worry not then, sweetheart. My fangs weren't exactly what I had planned on sinking into you."

Black's eyes narrowed. "Can you even get it up without a midnight snack?" he said, his tone scornful.

Calyx clutched his chest like he had been wounded. "Ouch, sweetheart. Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's impolite to question another man's virility?" Calyx dropped his hand, the amusement leaking from his eyes, leaving nothing but desire in its wake. He reached forward, caressing a hand over Black's cheek and farther back into the dark hair. "It must be hard to be you, Darkness," he said, his voice low and soothing. "To rule over so many other werewolves, to control such an elite team, to hide all that wildness inside you. Don't you long to break free, to release the savage desires you keep locked away inside?"

The soft words and gentle touch seemed to soothe Black. His gaze softened, his head turning to lean into the caress. All too soon, however, he seemed to realize the power Calyx was exerting over him and his eyes snapped open as he took a step back. "Keep your pretty words to yourself, vampire. I'm not interested."

 

"Just One Day" by Spiralsea

Black's mouth searched out Calyx's. His kiss was soft and deep. Calyx had never known Black could kiss like that, so sensual, so completely naked. Black's arms tightened around his ribs as if he were trying to merge their bodies. His fingers dug into Calyx's back and he pushed his crotch into the top of Calyx's thigh.

It excited Calyx. He wanted them skin-to-skin, the way a kiss like that should be. He wanted his dick in that mouth, that tongue sliding over his cock. Then as if Black had read his mind, he pulled his mouth away. Calyx reached for him. "Hey . . ."

Black backed away, out into the rain. Both his hands were raised like he was fending something off. "Just . . . Give me a minute." The rain pelted Black's hair and shoulders and his eyes had a wild and bruised look. Hungry. Like a man who'd never had enough to eat in his whole life.

Calyx knew that look clean through. Knew the weight of carrying a thing like that around, buried deep in his chest. It was made by trips under boardwalks, by having trusted men who took what they wanted and didn't give a damn about the scars they left behind. It was made by never allowing any feelings beyond the urges for sleep, food and sex. "Okay," he said gently. "Just get out of the rain."

After a moment, Black came back under the boardwalk, but he kept his distance, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking down at his feet. "This . . . whatever it is, isn't easy."

"No," Calyx agreed. Two functions fucking each other was easy. Trust was hard. And frightening. But it was the only way to open the door into Black and the only way to let him in. It was the only thing that eased the ache of hunger.

"Does it get easier?"

"I don't know," Calyx said. He hoped so.

 

"Need to Know" by Aeneus

"What are you doing, Starr?" Black repeated suspiciously.

Now that he was closer, Calyx saw that Black was still in his motorcycle clothes as if he had just come in. Calyx was panting with the effort to control himself. If only he could say something; to warn Black, explain what was happening, say sorry…

He was close enough to the other man to smell the unease. He reached out his hand to Black's face, but the man flinched back. Calyx wasn't even sure whether he himself was doing this or not. He could feel too many emotions, sense too many feelings: anger, fear, hurt, lust, jealousy.

(Hurt him/kill him/take him.)

The presence in his mind had grown so strong, Calyx felt completely taken over by it. The demands were confusing and too rapid to even respond to. His body acted on its own.

Calyx grabbed Black by the front of his jacket and pushed him against the doorframe. He must have surprised his Lieutenant, because the man didn't react but only looked at him in shock. Calyx pushed himself up against Black, holding him in place with his arm across his neck. His other hand fumbled for the zipper on Black's jacket.

This seemed to shake Black out of his initial shock. Even though Black couldn't put much force behind it because of their closeness, Calyx felt the fist to his stomach painfully connect. He fell back and gasped for air.

But his physical pain was overridden and he launched himself back at Black. (Hurt him.) Black ducked and made a grab for Calyx's legs, toppling them both over.

Calyx went down with Black on top off him. At the last moment he managed to spin and they rolled together till Calyx could find some purchase with his feet and hold Black down. (Take him.) His hands seized Black's wrists and pinned them down to the floor. He pushed one leg in between Black's to force them open.

"Stop this!" Black demanded through clenched teeth.

 

"A Time for Giving" by Zenaida

"I figured I'd give you a night off." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the rolled-up credits and tossed it to his mother. It bounced off her, but she caught it before it hit the floor. "It's not much, but it'll give you a couple of days off the streets."

Her eyes widened when she realized what the roll contained. "Where'd you get this?"

"Would you believe that I'm on the JCPD's payroll." It wasn't a question.

"And what did you have to give them in order to receive that honor, kid?" Busily counting the credits in her hand.

"I'm not a snitch, if that is what you mean," he said defensively

"Alright, you're not a snitch," she said casually "So, what do you do?"

"I'm a walking polygraph."

"That's not being a snitch?"

"No, it isn't. I just say lie or truth, without a power cord or batteries up my ass, and I'm more accurate, but I can be blocked if you're strong enough or on Bliss." Why was he explaining himself to her? She didn't care. "Anyway, I just wanted to give you that. I better go before someone realizes I'm gone."

"Yeah, you better get out of here," he said absently. She was starting to feel the buzz and giggled.

He looked at her for a moment, but she was preoccupied with the credits in her hand. She wasn't the ideal mother; she never had been. Still, like any child whose parents are still alive, deep down you longed for what you thought should be the basic parental affections. Where were the hugs and 'are you okay, I've been so worried?' He hadn't gotten it from her when he was a kid, and he wasn't going to get it now. "I'll see you around, Mom."

He was walking deeper into the alley when he heard her say, "Hey, kid." He stopped but didn't turn around. "Take care of yourself, hah."

"Yeah, you too."

 

"Gossamer Bliss" by Rebecca Gold

"But we can't have freaks in our gang," Steven said. There was no feeling at all in his voice, nothing but blackness in his mind.

"If you're a freak, maybe he should get you."

Well, the little shits didn't cut me loose right there. What they did was stash me in the dumpster where we stayed when it rained, and they let me stew. All of them ran off, even Bobby. And I huddled in the dark and tried to pull myself together.

I don't mind saying it was hard, harder than yanking myself together after Capt. Dick and I had our little meetings. It was the first time, after all, that I pulled away from the world for my own protection, made a house of pretty lies to tell myself it wouldn't be so bad being left all alone.

I must have done a pretty good job, because by the time my gang came back to the dumpster, seeing them again felt like facing executioners. It was so dark I could only tell them apart by voice and by touch, by the crowded feel of their four small bodies against mine. I stopped breathing a little when I heard Brian's voice:

"Give it to him, Bobby," was what he said, and Bobby surged forward, kind of fell on me, and kissed me.

I tried to shove him off -- this was stupid Bobby, and I didn't have a reason to put up with him anymore, but James -- couldn't be Steven, he was skinnier -- looped one arm around my waist and with his other hand started to feel between my legs. I didn't know the feeling of lust yet, sweetheart, but I knew his fingers on my dick felt damn good. And comparing what I had felt from them back at the Ledge with what they were feeling now, well, their feelings were as delicious as their fingers.

But they were hiding something. I didn't dare ask what it was, but I know now it wasn't on purpose. It was made of willpower like only street kids can have, denial like solid steel. But it was only an undercurrent, and I wanted them back so badly, wanted us the way we had always been

It was all good. Bobby's soft tongue in my mouth and James' hand down my pants, and then Bobby's slim finger slipped something paper and sour-tasting in my mouth. Bobby panted against my mouth for a second, and James slipped another paper thing up inside my ass.

 

"Finding Solace" by Heartfelt

The spotlight shifted, moving to illuminate a section of the club Calyx realized had been kept in conspicuous darkness up until that moment. He might have laughed at his unintended pun, but amusement was the very last emotion that he felt when he saw the figure that was revealed to the suddenly voracious crowd. It was none other than his very own Darkness, hanging bound in a contraption straight out of some S&M fanatic's most warped dream.

Black, looking years younger than the version Calyx was accustomed to, was naked save for the leather strap wrapped around his chest and the leather bands around his knees. A cradle of black canvas supported him from his lower back to just below the curve of his ass. Keeping him suspended in midair were the hooks connected to the sides of the cradle, the straps about his knees, and to the center of the one around his chest. In turn, the hooks were fastened to tethers running up into the shadows concealing the ceiling from view. The lower tethers spread Blacks knees so that no part of him remained hidden. His arms had been forced behind his back and his legs were bent behind his thighs so that his wrists could be strapped to his ankles, arching his body into a graceful bow.

For a moment, Calyx could only stare at the picture Darkness made, the black leather looked absolutely delicious against his dusky skin.