Story Orgy – Creature Feature – Chapter One

Hi friends and happy August! Can you believe summer is zipping by this quickly?

Since we wrapped up our Story Orgy Superheroes stories last Monday, today we begin a whole new story. This time, in anticipation of the fall season fast approaching, we’ve decided to get a bit spooky and write creature features for your reading pleasure. And what better of my characters to appear in a creature feature than those paranormal critter catchers themselves, Demetrius and Cody.

So far this story is untitled, but we’ll see what comes up as I write it, shall we?

Today’s prompt is: “It’s my belief we’re all crazy.”

Now, grab your caffeinated beverage of choice and settle in. Enjoy!

Story Orgy Creature Feature

Chapter One

Hank Edwards

(c) 2015

“Stop moving it around so much!”

Demetrius heard the words come out of his mouth, and stopped what he was doing to close his eyes, waiting for the expected response. True to form, Cody did not disappoint.

“That’s not what she said,” Cody quipped.

Demetrius sighed, then looked back over his shoulder, cursing when he thumped his head against a joist. He currently lay flat on his stomach in a damp, claustrophobic crawlspace, sweating in the July humidity in his Critter Catchers jump suit, complete with thick gloves which made gripping the long handle of the loop much more difficult. Cody was on his hands and knees a few feet behind him, half in and half out of the crawlspace entrance, one hand holding a powerful lantern to light Demetrius’s way.

“Hey, don’t glare at me,” Cody said. “You’re the one who suggested Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who crawled into this hell hole.”

“Hell hole?” a woman’s voice exclaimed, and Demetrius and Cody both made a face. Their client, a woman in her mid to late sixties with the ready-for-the-silver-screen name of Abigail Barcelona, had apparently decided to come see how their work was progressing. “This hell hole happens to be my home.”

Demetrius caught a wink from Cody and watched as his handsome best friend and business partner backed out of the crawlspace. Unfortunately, Cody took the flashlight with him and plunged Demetrius into claustrophobic darkness. As Demetrius practiced deep breathing to keep the sudden nightmare images at bay, he listened to Cody turn up his charm to 110%, working Abigail Barcelona like nobody had worked her in a long time. Although, based on the cougar vibe Demetrius had received from the woman the minute she’d opened the door wearing a negligee over a bustier and stockings with garters, he believed Cody may have met his match.

“Mrs. Barcelona—” he heard Cody say.

“Oh, Mr. Bower,” she practically purred, “please call me Abigail.”

“Abigail, of course. You may call me Cody.”

“May I?”

“Absolutely,” Cody replied, and though his face was out of Demetrius’s line of sight, he could just imagine the mega-watt smile Cody flashed. “What my partner and I meant by that reference—”

“Partner?” Abigail repeated. “I hope you don’t mean domestic partner. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, mind you. It’s just that, you’re both so handsome and strong, it would be a waste not to make good use of that prime DNA.”

Demetrius rolled his eyes and shifted position to alleviate pressure on his neck and shoulders as he peered over his shoulder at the small square of light that marked the outside world. He could see Cody’s legs and hips where he knelt in front of Abigail on the other side of the crawlspace entrance, and Demetrius hoped he wasn’t about to witness something inappropriate that would give him nightmares.

“Well, that’s very kind of you to say,” Cody replied. “I can assure you, I’m not nearly good enough to be Demmy’s domestic partner. We’re just business partners.”

Story_Orgy_logoDemetrius frowned and cocked his head at Cody’s words. While Cody had often mock flirted with him and made insinuating comments about taking their friendship to a more intimate level, those remarks were usually reserved for times they were alone. However, for the last few months, Demetrius had noticed a change in Cody. And he didn’t think it was just because it was about the time he’d begun having random, uninvited snippets of sex fantasies about Cody after his boyfriend, Oliver, had called him Demmy during sex, which was the nickname Cody used. The fantasies and lingering aftereffects were unsettling and, he hated to admit, arousing. Cody was incredibly attractive and more charming than any other person Demetrius had met. But he was also prone to rash decisions and had never been able to plan more than a week ahead of time. Demetrius, on the other hand, liked things planned out so he’d know what to expect. That, however, sometimes fell apart, especially with someone like Cody as a business partner and best friend. And these days, Demetrius was hyper aware of the close bond he shared with Cody.

Something moved in the darkness ahead of him, and Demetrius snapped his head around to squint into the shadows as a chill skittered through him. They had been called by Abigail to track down the source of a scratching sound the woman had been hearing for about a week, and here Demetrius lay in claustrophobic darkness without a light to guide him. They’d dealt with a couple of paranormal cases since starting the business—a wolf man at the local nursing home, and what they’d thought was a chupacabra out on the rural outskirts of Parson’s Hollow—and memories of those cases creeped up on Demetrius now.

“Cody!” Demetrius called over his shoulder.

“Yep, here,” Cody responded. “Sorry. I’m sorry. Here’s the light.”

As Cody crawled back into the crawlspace, the flashlight beam jumped around, touching on posts and hanging insulation and something big that kept darting out of sight. Demetrius pushed up off the ground and tried to back up, forgetting about the low clearance and scraping his back along a joist.

“Ahhh!” Demetrius shouted in pain.

“Demmy!” Cody shouted in fear. “What is it? Are you bit? I’m here.”

“My back,” Demetrius replied as he collapsed onto his stomach in the dirt. “Ow. My back.”

“What about your back? Is something on you?”

Cody crawled onto him on his elbows like an Army private in training. Demetrius felt the reassuring, heavy weight of Cody move up his legs, his muscular chest resting on Demetrius’s butt and his big hands at Demetrius’s elbows.

“You okay?” Cody whispered.

“Scraped my back on the joist,” Demetrius explained. He shifted beneath Cody and said over his shoulder, “Not to sound unappreciative of your concern and responsiveness, but I’m feeling a bit claustrophobic right now.”

“Sorry about that.” Cody eased back a bit, but that put his face right at Demetrius’s ass and he chuckled before asking, “Did you have chili?”

“What?” Demetrius looked over his shoulder, and through the tears in his eyes from the pain of scraping his back, saw where Cody’s face was situated. He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “I wish I had. It would be what you deserve.”

“For what? Rushing in here to your rescue?”

“How is this a rescue? I’m still lying here while something is stalking me in this dark, dank crawlspace.” When he said it, Demetrius remembered he’d heard something and turned his head to look forward again, squinting to try and see through the gloom. He reached back a hand and whispered to Cody, “Give me the flashlight.”

Cody handed off the flashlight and Demetrius aimed it ahead of him. He slowly moved it from one corner to the other, then down the front of the structure until it came to rest on a bundle of matted fur and small brown eyes.

“Oh,” Demetrius said, relief going through him at not finding a giant rat or the fluke man from that episode of The X-Files he and Cody had watched the other night. Why the fuck had he thought watching that would be a good idea?

“What is that?” Cody asked.

“I don’t know,” Demetrius replied, “but it’s scared. And it’s not a monster.”

“Thank God for that,” Cody muttered.

“Here, take the flashlight back and I’ll try to get the loop collar around it.”

While Cody focused the light on the tiny, trembling bundle of fur, Demetrius slowly extended the loop on the end of the long pole. He spoke in a calm, quiet tone that Cody picked up on and emulated.  The loop was nearly to the animal when Abigail Barcelona leaned down and shouted into the crawlspace opening.

“How’s it going in there?”

Demetrius jumped and the pole hit the floor joist with a loud bonk sound, then bounced off the dirt floor, scattering dust and soil and startling the animal. It bolted for the opening, its tiny feet leaving small dust clouds in its wake.

“Look out!” Cody and Demetrius shouted together.

Abigail Barcelona let out a shriek that any horror movie scream queen would have envied as the small ball of fur burst out of the crawlspace and ran for freedom.

“What in the living hell was that thing?” Abigail asked.

“You okay, Demmy?” Cody asked in a low voice filled with concern.

Demetrius blew out a breath and looked at him where he lay with his face right over his ass. He grinned and nodded. “Yeah. I’m okay. Ready to get out back outside though.”

“Nothing else left in here?” Cody asked.

Demetrius shined the flashlight slowly around the crawlspace and confirmed no other animal had taken up residence. He waited for Cody to back out then pushed the pole with the loop to him along the dirt. Finally, Demetrius inched back himself, wincing now and then when the movements pulled the scraped skin on his back. When he was finally out of the crawlspace, he paused to take a breath of dust free air, pulled off his gloves, and wiped sweat from his brow.

Abigail Barcelona stood nearby looking like she’d stepped right out of the early 1960s with tight white shorts, a cropped top, one hip stuck out to the side and one leg bent as she assessed them through the dark lenses of her over-sized sunglasses. She wore a big, floppy sunhat and held a martini glass.

“So what the hell was that thing?” she asked.

“Not sure,” Cody replied and got to his feet, reaching down to take Demetrius’s hand and pull him up as well.

“You’re not sure?” Abigail looked between them. “Aren’t you supposed to be animal control experts? Shouldn’t you know what every animal is you attempt to control?”

“Well, as you can see from here,” Demetrius said with a gesture toward the opening, “the crawlspace allows in very little light.”

“The bottom of the cover was loose when we started our work,” Cody explained. “I’ll make certain it’s well secured before we leave.”

“The animal didn’t seem hostile,” Demetrius continued. “It was dirty and matted, so we couldn’t really tell what it was.”

“Yeah, and now it’s loose in my neighborhood thanks to the two of you,” Abigail said.

“Well, that’s better than being trapped beneath your house,” Cody offered.

Abigail made a “hmph” sound and polished off her martini with one gulp. She stood in place for a moment, slowly swirling the empty glass as she looked at them through her giant sunglasses, then she turned and walked with a shimmy to the side door of her small house, her kitten heeled sandals snapping in the warm, still air.

Cody looked at Demetrius with wide eyes. “Wow.”

“I thought I was going to lose you for a minute when you backed out to give her an update,” Demetrius said. He sucked in a hissing breath at the pull of his scraped skin as he shrugged out of his Critter Catchers coveralls.

“Want me to look at it?” Cody asked.

“Not yet,” Demetrius replied. “Let’s just get paid and get out of here.”

“Roger that,” Cody said, and got to work securing the crawlspace cover as Demetrius packed up their gear.

Minutes later, Abigail reappeared with a check, smoking an unfiltered cigarette. She smiled as she held the check out to Cody, and Demetrius could see the tips of her nails were painted a light coral.

“Thanks for coming out on such short notice,” Abigail said, her demeanor now completely different than a few minutes before.

“No problem at all, Mrs. Barcelona,” Cody replied as he accepted the check and tucked it into a pocket.

Abigail playfully swatted his chest. “I told you to call me Abigail, Cody.”

“Right, sorry.” Cody screwed up his expression and stuck out his tongue. “I forget stuff sometimes.”

They bid Abigail goodbye and got in the truck, Cody in the driver’s seat. With the air conditioner on high, Demetrius sighed as the sweat cooled on his skin. He leaned back and closed his eyes, the scrapes on his back stinging with each bump.

“Doing okay?” Cody asked.

“I’m okay,” Demetrius replied. He raised his head and looked at Cody. Just a bit too handsome for their small Pennsylvania town, with dark hair worn shaggy enough to be wavy, a shadow of stubble around his square jaw, dark brown eyes, and a height of six foot five inches. Cody was outgoing, easy-going, and more loyal than a labrador. While Cody was straight and a serial dater of women, Demetrius was gay and more of a one guy at a time kind of dater.

“I didn’t know you were good with big cats,” Demetrius said, keeping his tone casual. “We should advertise that, bring in more business.”

“Big cats?” Cody frowned at him before turning his attention back to the road. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Abigail Barcelona, that cougar you had eating out of your hand back there.”

Cody laughed and shook his head, shooting Demetrius a grin. “She was something, wasn’t she?”

“You into older women now?”

“Demmy old friend, I’m into whoever I’m into at the moment.”

“That’s not avoiding an answer at all,” Demetrius said.

“That’s the beauty of me,” Cody said as he tapped out a drum roll on the steering wheel. “I’m a joyful enigma.”

“You’re an enigma all right,” Demetrius responded dryly.

Cody laughed and continued to drum on the steering wheel. “Where are we headed?”

“I told Amelia we’d stop by after the job,” Demetrius replied. “She needs some help around the house.”

“Amelia Waugh, the woman, the myth, the legend.” Cody looked at him and grinned. “Your mama’s youngest sister’s got a thing for me, too. Maybe I am good with the cougar crowd. Trajectory set.”

It was Demetrius’s turn to laugh. “You are crazy.”

“Demmy my friend, it’s my sincere belief that we’re all crazy,” Cody said.

“That’s the most sense you’ve made all day.” Demetrius winced as he shifted position.

“Really hurts, huh?”

“It really hurts.”

“Amelia will have something we can put on it,” Cody said.

Demetrius noticed Cody had said something we can put on it, as if he had just assumed he would apply the ointment and secure the bandage. Just like a couple that had been in a relationship for twenty-three years. And just like Oliver had said to him one night last week as he’d walked off in a huff after yet another argument: he and Cody may as well be a married couple because they argued about stupid shit, worried about paying the bills, and weren’t having sex.

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I hope you enjoyed my Story Orgy Creature Feature. Leave a comment if you’d like (it’s always fun to get mail!), and then hop on over to the blogs of the other Story Orgy writers. Some of us may take a week or two off, but we’ll be around for the most part. Like our Story Orgy Facebook Page for details about all of our writing. Feel free to like my pages as well if you’re interested in becoming a true Hankie: Hank Edwards Facebook Page or the Venom Valley Series Page, or follow me on Twitter. Go ahead and give the other participating Story Orgy writers a read: Lee Brazil and Havan Fellows as well as Em Woods, who might drop in for a prompt or two. Have a very good week and I’ll see you next Monday!

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