The Olde Ones

by Michele deBes

Drawn into the rhythm, pounding in lungs, rising to his head. Friday night rave freedom, spinning jumping fluid jive. Only thing holding in the feeling is the tight clothes and slick skin. Goodbye work closet, hello weekend pleasure universe.

System fresh for drinks, smoke ...

e e easing into the groove now, taking every second beat now, every forth, slowing to merge with the undertow of bass.

‘Do you believe, do you believe in loooove’

Faith in every face smiling by.

He’d captured a satellite, big blue eyes in a haze of white hair, dancing closer.

“Sorry love, I’m here for the boys.” he said and danced a slow turn, giving her time to have a last look at the unobtainable before escaping, but she ...

No he. They laughed together.

Not a tranny either, no make-up on the fine boned face, small mouth, eyes to dive into, all in a cascade of pale hair that swirled around his shoulder, sparkling with beads and plaits under the pulsing lights.

New energy in the dance, out to impress, hardly needed as the green satin hips locked rhythm with his. He’d scored ... big time, with the most beautiful guy he’d ever seen.

Riding the rush, circling closer through track after track. Strands of golden hair clinging to his skin drawing him in. The gorgeous face leaning to his ear, a tingle of cheek on cheek.

“Chill?” Light husky voice in his ear.

He could have danced forever but so willing to follow this golden boy anywhere. He was led away from the dance floor, delicious cool evaporating perspiration as the crowd thinned into another, quieter room.

They found a couch at the back and sat close together.

“I’m Jay.” he said leaning into the cloud of hair.

“And I’m Frian.”

Hands crept up Jay’s arms, across his shoulders, loosing his pony tail to let his sandy shoulder length hair fall forward.

“You should wear it out all the time. It’s beautiful.” said Frian. Slim fingers selected strands, separating them from his hair and began braiding.

Jay watched Frian’s face, close in the semi darkness, the blue eyes focused on his braiding, mouth talking in time, lisping words whispered, lost in the music, but the meaning was clear. Coaxing the hair, smooth strand over strand, life in the supple flow, thigh over thigh, silk over silk, tongue around tongue, hair through hair, longer and closer, strand over strand, tighter and narrowing to a point. Slip on the bead and tie.

Frian’s eyes rose to his, white lashes hovering over a blue ocean. Jay dove in, carried forward by the gentle pull of the braid towards the mouth that opened to his. A kiss, small and binding.

Jays eyes drifted open when the lips withdrew.

Frian was standing above him, reaching down to take his hands. “Come with me.” he said smiling.

A languor had set in to Jay’s body. The kiss had turned every muscle to honey.

“Lets go somewhere quieter. Come on, I’ll help you.”

The grip on his hands strengthened, cool flow down forearms, air moving in, inflating, lightness spreading and he was standing. Frian’s strong grasp steadied his swaying.

“Look Jay, lets go out into the garden.” said Frian as he leaned forward to kiss Jay’s neck.

Through the sparkle of hair Jay could see the door on the other side of the room, open and leading out into a softly lit garden.

“Come on.” Frian stepped back leading Jay forward, then released one hand and turned. They slid through the people towards the dark door. Jay floated on the end of Frians smooth white arm, hardly feeling his feet on the floor, light and released, escaping from the press to the cool dark solitude under the trees. He stumbled and Frian turned with a smile and a helping hand.

“I’m so out of it, sorry.” said Jay.

“Your doing fine, its not far and we can sit down. See.” Frian’s slender finger pointed and Jay caught glimpses of benches set under the sparkling trees. He could see other couples siting there, locked in embraces. Music flowed forward, a different rhythm from the heavy throb of the club, lighter, more sophisticated and they were drawn towards it.

The doorway rose above them and Jay felt his feet slow as if walking through water. Frian stepped forward and turned, their arms stretched out, their hands clasped beneath the doorway.

“Come with me.” Frian’s irresistible smile radiated out and filled Jay’s body, drawing him forward…

“There you are!” Shock of loud voice in his ear, heavy hand on shoulder. Jay felt the sucking weight, tearing his fingers from Frians, hands receding as he was drawn back across the room, eyes squeezed shut for impact with a heavy wet body, gulping for air.

“Hey, you were miles away. You OK?”

Jay tore his eyes open. It was his buddy Kevin and they were back on the couch.

“Oh man.” Jay managed. “That was ... weird.”

“So what’s new. Hey, where did you get this?” said Kevin holding the braid forward. Jay’s eyes focussed on the sparkling bead then peered though the room. The door was gone. Frian was gone. He lurched to his feet, nearly fell forwards over limbs so heavy. Feeling the weight of blood and muscle. Having to work the mush to get moving.

Glimpse of white hair though the crowd, heading for a door. Getting the hang of motivating his body thought the crowd on unsteady legs. Another glimpse on the stairs, slim white arms though hair, leading him upwards though every room. Getting closer now, slipping through the crowd in hot pursuit, a heaving animal hounding the tracks of a feather on a breeze.

Faces passed by, coarse and thick skinned, lurid with colour, mouths too big, eyes too small.

It had become a game and Frian was playing with him, losing him in the press only to catch his eye and dance away. Closer, closer, See the white hand still on the door handle where his lythe body had passed a second before.

Reach and catch the hand, surprised when there was no resistance and the hand pulled back to his chest. Frian spun back though the door and was close and laughing against him.

“Mmm you’re strong.” said Frian, teasing smile on the perfect mouth, eyes languid.

“Who are you?” Jays voice sounded harsh compared to the soft tinkle of Frian’s laugh.

“One of the Old Ones, strictly speaking, but I don’t like that term at all.” said Frian.

Jay had read his fantasy books. “Like elves and stuff in the forest?”

Frian laughed again and Jay felt lifted, dispersed.

“You don’t think we got stuck in the woods.” Frian said. “We’ve kept up with the times, but I’ll be the faerie at the bottom of your garden anytime.”

Jay swayed, drawn to and repulsed by the new mocking smile.

“OK so you don’t want to tell me who you are, that’s cool but ... what did you do to me? That was the weirdest thing.”

“I was trying to take you home Jay. You have the Old One’s blood. You are one of us.” The lustrous eyes broke from his to glance back. Jay’s eyes followed and looked into a midnight garden, moon dappled and sparking with dew. Coloured lights in the distance flickered through the slender trunks and music floated out to caress his ears.

“The spell I used on you to lure you, across only works the first time, Jay. You’re free to choose now.” said Frian. His body softened back against him and he felt the merging and the lightness enter, but he wasn’t swayed so easily this time. The erotic allure, while still strong, was becoming translucent and a more complex creature was being revealed. A raised silver brow and a twist of lips in a playful face, daring him to believe.

Jay took a deep breath. “There aren’t any gardens in this club. It’s not real, it’s an hallucination.”

“And that is real?” said Frian, a tilt of the fine jaw indicating the club behind them.

Jay looked back and was shocked by the thick sweaty mass of animals lurching heavily in the gloom.

“What are you doing to me?” he said spinning back to the lustrous eyes.

“Offering you your freedom, baby. Come with me now.”

Jay squeezed his eyes shut. “No this isn’t real ...”

A cold wind suddenly swept over his hot face and he tore his eyes open. A gulf opened before him, lights smeared the darkness and he blinked hard to make sense of the blur. He was swaying on the edge of the roof of the club, the streetlights blinking far below.

He didn’t remember getting home, just the long slow fall into pillows and sleep.

Afternoon sun, hot and white, etching lines into a ruined face in the mirror. Wrecked body, heavy with nausea and ... what was that? A snaking braid running smooth and tight through his tangle of hair. Trembling fingers touched the silver bead and released a tinkling laugh echoing softly around him.