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He told the guy he was a journalist doing a series on sexual subcultures. This one actually bought it.Daniel Molloy has gone home with a chubby chaser again. It’s kind of annoying. Not Louis from the bar– no, Louis is a goddamn slice of heaven. Louis has a thing about not touching… Or, Daniel thinks he does. Anyway, it’s hot and the furthest thing from annoying. No, it’s annoying how easy sex has gotten since Daniel doubled down on the getting-fat-on-purpose Thing.Half the time the guys aren’t particularly compelling to Daniel sexually – especially not the fit ones if they aren’t goddamn poets – but slender pretty Louis is an exception. Anyway, Danny’s excited enough by his own body’s power at this point that it’s started making contrasts hot. At twenty years old, UC Berkeley's finest has uncovered a magic secret that blesses every interested homophile within sexing range with a kind of glamour.Lord knows Louis doesn’t need any help from special magicks. Louis from Mary’s is one-in-a-million, yessir.Louis Du Lac is standing at the window with his eyes fixed on Daniel at his place in Divisadero. He’s watching Daniel suck a glob of cheeseburger filling from his thumb as he finishes the last burger in the box. There were two of ‘em in there before Daniel Molloy set himself upon them with glowing enthusiasm. Plus fries, yes; handfuls.Naturally, as well, okay the list’s not getting shorter: a fucking milkshake. Daniel’s sipping that as he cracks open the Chinese bag that’s awaiting him – yes. Yes, the Chinese bag, it’s cheeseburgers and chicken chow mein. Keep up!Louis, fucking heavensent Louis, insisted Daniel take the courses one-at-a-time (back when Louis was talking). Without that special guidance, well, Daniel’s a doublefisting kinda guy. It’s a fucking pity about Louis’s friend at the bar.It’s a sweet solo show, though, this dark older man cutting a profile against the window, staring like the king of this tasteful – see: half empty – bachelor pad. Daniel’s pretty glad they’re alone after all. Who knows, maybe the poisonous-seeming one would’ve wanted half his fries or something. Daniel can’t spare the calories.Speaking of: he lowers his face to this glorious chicken chow mein as the white cardboard interlocking top opens up between his thumbs, and fucking hell, “it’s still hot, man. What’d they pack the bag with, Pyrex?”“Your work on the cheeseburgers was extraordinary, Boy, don’t exaggerate the time it took.”“Oh, yeah.” Daniel taps his wooden chopsticks out of their paper slip in a one-handed gesture he thinks looks really cool. He did doublefist those burgers. There were two of ‘em. Daniel licks his lips and digs into the box of hot noodles with voracity; slurping sounds fill the space between him and Louis from Mary’s.Louis comes closer, God bless him. He sits his hip up on the edge of the table and tilts his head at Daniel; there’s such a warmth to him, even when he’s scanning Daniel like a bird of prey. He’s friendly, seeming to say, hello, fat mouse. Shall we be friends?Daniel puts his total trust in this hawk. After all, there’s the glow of the apartment, and there’s the glow from the street below. There’s Louis’s brown skin, and those manicured nails; not a crease out of place in that sheer shirt with the dark chest hair and the little nipples saying hi as if from behind a screen door.Keeping track of all the good things tonight: there were just two cheeseburgers (and fries, and a shake) and now there’s chicken chow mein (yes – yes, with a box of rice and the little sauces)!Then there are this guy’s eyes; Daniel feels the room spin. Does nobody else see how fucking crazy the green eyes are in that face? “... Were you quiet before?” Daniel second guesses his assessment that Louis shut up for a strangely long time. He’s talking with his mouth full.“When I talk, you have a gift for responding thoughtfully. I thought I’d give these calories a chance to land in your belly before I tempt you any further with conversation.”“I’m a great listener,” Daniel promises, despite himself, knowing he’s just proving Louis’s point. He sheepishly shovels more noodles into his mouth and performs a cartoonishly loud gulp as penance.Louis grins, and oh, the fucking smile is glitter. Those lines around his mouth and around the corners of his green eyes, it’s like each movement lasts a million years; like he’s showing Daniel all these different masks, and they’re all perfect or something.Except he’s not showing off. He just is perfect. Daniel feels like he’s going crazy. He’s already nostalgic for tonight. He already feels the bittersweet bloom in his chest, like he’s stroking himself to the memory of this night a hundred years later, recalling how he once had a perfect feeder for an entire evening…Or – kiss the feet of Christ – maybe he’ll recall how he had him for an entire weekend. Maybe he gets to have Louis for a week.… Then he’ll never see him again. That’s how these things have gotta go. But boy, was he pretty.On Divisadero Street. Knockout green eyes. Yeah, and a milkshake. Daniel sips that milkshake to wash down the noodles. Fucking yummy; chocolate-vanilla, you bet. He grunts unintentionally, a precursor to an uncomfortable bit of air coming up. He belches towards the kitchen, under his knuckle.“Don’t be shy,” Louis goads with those manicured hands suddenly touching Daniel’s thighs.Oh, so Louis does wanna touch. That blood-driven thing between Daniel’s legs has been awake all night, and now it’s barking and barking on its chain tied to a stake in the earth. “I thought you were gonna… Watch me masturbate, or something. Like, from over there.” Daniel gestures with his chin to the stained glass.“You can masturbate after you finish your meal,” so Louis commands kindly. He gently tips his pronounced and handsome nose in the direction of the noodles.Daniel blinks. “Promise?”The showoff Daniel Molloy shovels down big bite after big bite of greasy half-fried chow mein noodles – just the right amount of dry in the part-sweet brown sauce – with juicy hot white chicken and carrots and browned onions. He barely tasted the cheeseburgers; Louis wasn’t this close before, and Daniel’s mind had been hung up on doing a good job.It feels stupid now; a good job at eating cheeseburgers.Louis’s fingers easily stroke Daniel’s thighs. Daniel is wracked with involuntary twitches as he’s touched; his knee joints tremble; his butt muscles lightly spasm. He moans around his mouthfuls.Eating this much always takes a lot longer than Daniel always thinks it will. He doesn’t mind; not when he’s getting spoiled like this, not when it turns him so far beyond ‘on’ that he feels like he could power the whole streetcar line. Committing to filling one’s belly with volume is a sustained practice. Daniel’s a serious guy for an underclassman.Daniel’s chopsticks scrape the last glossy brown drop with half a carrot at the bottom of the box. He tips the white box back into his mouth, chasing the last of the drip, savoring the tiniest hidden spec of chicken by swirling it in his mouth before it disappears down his gullet.Why’s the last bite always the fucking best bite?“I want the rice for later,” Daniel promises very seriously. Louis is pushing his hands further up Daniel’s thighs. Daniel sets down the Chinese takeout box with a resolute emptiness to its sound hitting the table. He tosses his chopsticks in the bag. “And the back half of the chocolate-vanilla shake,” Daniel insists. “I want ‘em in an hour. I want those calories in my body, OK?”“Okay,” Louis agrees amiably.“Okay. Well, that’s settled then.”“Sounds good to me, Boy.”“You do this a lot?” Daniel asks as those pointy fingernails begin prodding his lower-most roll, untucking it from where it was trapped just under the band of his groovy slacks. He breathes a sigh of relief. He’d already asked Louis about the frequency of his feedings over the spliff they shared on the walk; performance-enhancing drugs and shop talk.“Touchin’ fat? Often as I can.” Louis demonstrates with a squeeze and a jiggle like a jolt.“Uhh-huhh. Hahh . I mean, around here? You got referrals for me?”A smile on Louis’s lips. “Nobody interesting around here.”“Just you,” Daniel purrs. He slips his hands past Louis’s, letting their knuckles brush as he pinches the shirt fabric clinging to his belly. “Shirt fit last week,” Daniel mumbles as he struggles to unstick it, huffing and puffing a bit as he wrestles it up over his body. When his vision is restored past the sweater, Louis is kissing his mouth for the first time. A little rabbit kicks inside Daniel’s chest and bounds towards his belly. Then it’s over. Daniel could look down at himself, but he’s familiar with that view. Louis’s flashing eyes are new. Daniel knows his belly is fat; he knows his love handles have been surging out; he can feel ‘em sticking over his waistband. Itchy stretch marks are curling up over them like fingers tightening over gushy handlebars. He traces over them now, lightly guiding Louis’s pretty eyes.Louis swallows, and it rings in Daniel’s ears, all the saliva in that swallow. “Where’d you say you were from again?” Daniel knows it’s New Orleans. The pot made them chatty an hour ago.“New Orleans.”Daniel reads his own sagging, spilling belly through Louis’s green eyes. Plushy belly-button crease. Fat little tits. Oh, Louis Du Lac likes the tits; the whites of his eyes seem to amplify on the tits while his pupils swallow up the green around ‘em.“New Orleans,” Daniel rolls it around his mouth. He brings his hands up to his tits, since Louis seems to think they’re so marvelous. He plays at covering his dark oblong nipples with cupped hands, making a little mockery of a mermaid’s shell-bra with a boylike smile on his face.Louis’s hands come up to guide his modest coverings away, hands over hands; uh-huh, just like Daniel he hoped he would.Louis places his fine hands over Daniel’s breasts. His reverent thumbs stroke him. “These are new,” Louis notes the stretch marks beautifying the area between Daniel’s nipples and his underarms with a tilt of his nose. Daniel lifts his arms at that, letting Louis quite automatically dip his entire head down like a deer to a stream, eyes shut for a long inhale against Daniel’s armpit hair.“Always kinda had tits,” Daniel mutters. “Not girl tits , but like… Pecs, I dunno. These are a whole different ball game, though; they’ve got their own gravity, see…” Daniel flicks up the underside of one of his breasts, like Louis might see how slow it wobbles as his nose is pressed firmly against Daniel’s underarm. Daniel goes on. “These came on – I wouldn’t call ‘em new … Maybe fifty pounds ago. That’d be March. 260?”Coming up from Daniel’s pit, looking dazed and sated, Louis purrs, “I mean the marks, Boy.”“Oh. Yeah, shit, I guess you’re right,” Daniel blinks at his sparsely-haired chest, taking in the stretch marks again. He flushes.Daniel swipes one finger against those marks. “They feel fresh, huh.” Daniel bites his lip as another smile hits him. “Guess I’m goin’ through another growth spurt. I was thinkin’ 350 in the new year; that’s only forty pounds away. Then I’ll be fifty check-boxes from the four-hundred club , and–”“We’ll need a wheelbarrow.”“At four-oh? Hardly. I mean–” Daniel shrugs. He shakes his curly head as his hands go to either side of the belly. That’s the fucking crown jewel of the body. He gives himself a good squeeze and a shake.Daniel cocks his head. “We can try for wheelbarrow, though, don’t let my work stop you. I got a thing in the city this week, but my weekend’s– … You know, could be very goal-oriented.”Louis’s lips purse like he’s gonna say something, but before he does, Daniel also blurts, “how come you’re painted in fucking Technicolor, man? I feel like I’m dosed on Clipper Street. You know the moviehouse with that very-30’s lobby?” Daniel flushes a little. He has to add, “hey, by the way, Louis, do you like fat guys?”Louis throws his head back and fucking laughs. He positively cracks up. It’s a booming sound with some glitter in it like a tambourine. Daniel wheezes with him ‘till there are tears in his eyes, and it jostles all the food not-yet-settled in his stretched-out stomach. Louis’s teeth are super shiny.Louis has got shiny teeth.“You’ve got fucking fangs , man, like a wolfman. What are those?” Daniel asks. Louis clips out like a film reel cutting. Seriously; he’s there in one moment and Daniel is squinting, then in another second Daniel is looking at an empty seat and a tall window with stained glass detailing. Daniel whips his head around, finding Louis standing by the kitchen counter where Daniel left his bag on the way in. With his back to him, taking out his tape recorder, Louis tells him, “I’m a vampire, Daniel. D’you mind interviewing me with your shirt off?” Right. The cover story at the bar. His interview series on sexual subcultures. Daniel is trying to chalk the teleportation trick up to a blood pressure fluke, but that doesn’t settle him. Certainly not the second time Louis does it.He hears the rapid little footsteps this time; Louis is back in front of his nose. Fattened and porcine as he is, Daniel squeals. Louis flashes those fangs. Definitely fangs.“Hiya,” Louis purrs. “Oh my god,” Daniel moans, “are yuh—khh—“ Daniel vomits milkshake and onions all over Louis’s shoes before he can complete the question. It’s a short, inflamed retch. Daniel’s eyes were already running wet from the laughing fit a minute ago. A glob of burning snot hits the floor for good measure.All’s fair after cheeseburgers and chicken chow mein. Most of it stays down; there’s a lot of it in Daniel’s belly, it’d take forever to get it all up. He stares with creamy white spittle hanging down the fat center-split of his lower lip. Daniel is dazed in trembling fear and awe at beautiful Louis from Mary’s, somehow finding the conviction to speak.“Hhohkay, tell me all about it. What’s it like being a chaser who’s a– a– a–”“A vampire. I have certain proclivities .” Louis tilts his head, only flickering his gaze once to the mess on his shoes. “... And imma vampire.”Daniel furiously wipes away the acidic drool from his chin, nodding with his entire upper body and gripping the back of his seat and the edge of the table in shuddering preparation to stand. “I- I- I really wanna interview you, man.”Louis helps him up; taking one of his hands, steadying him with another hand on his swollen side.Those kitten-nails dance against Daniel’s skin, pulling the feeling of being stretched to bursting straight up to the surface. Daniel pants, “can I still, like, jerk off, though?”Louis’s smile is pleased as punch.Louis tells him plainly, “Yeah. I’d like that.”