Carnivale De Il Gato Sacro by Ash Kennedy It was the first dusk of the summer and deep within the lush jungle of the private island Balam, situated in the state of Hawaii, the first celebrations of the annual 'Carnivale Di iI Gato Sacro' were beginning to unfold. The festival, named by a tribe of Italian Werepanther rebels, lasted all day long for a week and attracted hundreds of exuberant werecats and the like from around the world. It had only one purpose and that was to give the werecats and other celebrants seven days in which they could party hard and get back to their roots as well as gather with friends and family that they hardly ever saw. However, that was not what the festival was notorious for. It was the endless bottles of flowing alcohol, the plethora of rare and exotic drugs, and the fevered and frantic couplings that lasted for hours that made other species of the preternatural world believe the werecats to be the only group of their kind to revel in decadence. In fact, the 'Carnivale Di il Gato Sacro' has been protested against by vampires and werewolves alikefor many years but to no avail. As for Damon Salvatore, he thought the festival was an excellent idea. Any excuse to spend a week enjoying life's sinful pleasures was a week well spent. That's why he was now sitting in the passenger side of an all-terrain utility vehicle with Matt Honeycutt in the backseat and a young, punky Werejaguar by the name of Kek taking them to where the road ended and the jungle started. Kek had also driven them to the werecat's seaport back on the main island of Hawaii, and had quickly gotten them on a boat and across to Balam. He was self-provenly efficient and, besides his loquaciousness, seemed rather pleasant. He had promised to hook Matt and Damon up with the best accommodations available and to be basically at their service. Kek brought the car to a halt near where the trees of the jungle parted to form a path. "This is it," he told Damon, messing with his electric blue-tinted hair. He grinned and jumped out of the car. Damon and Matt followed him. "All we gotta do is go right down this path for awhile. We can leave ya luggage here. Ten to one odds ya won't be need'n it." "Why not?" Damon asked. Kek fished in the pocket of his unbuttoned shirt and was overjoyed to find a half-crushed cigarette and a book of matches. "You'll see," he answered cryptically, bringing the cigarette to his mouth and lighting it. "The Carnivale Di il Gato Sacro is not ya typical preternatural gathering. Very far from it." He grinned and exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Ya ready?" "Uh, sure," Damon answered. "Fine. Make sure ya don't wander from the trail when we're walkin' it. Ya get lost in there and I'm afraid ya on ya own." Damon and Matt both nodded. "Good. Now let's get movin'." ****************** "This will be ya room," Kek said as he guided Matt and Damon to a door marked '101.' They were in one of Balam's many small hotels, which were rarely used outside the weeklong activities of the festival. "If ya need anything done, jus ask the clerk and he'll find me, and if ya want anythin' else jus wander around outside a bit. There's everything you can ask for everywhere. Enjoy ya selves." Matt sat down on the edge of the bed and gave their living quarters a once over as Kek closed the door. There was no television or radio, but Matt didn't think they'd need any appliances. "Nice place," he commented, raising his eyebrows at the hand-carved furniture. "And they gave us only one bed. Sweet." "Yes, seems our friend Kek is quite perceptive," Damon commented, kicking off his shoes and pushing them aside. Matt watched him, quiet, then smiled lazily. "Come here," he said softly. Damon narrowed his eyes at first then obeyed, stopping at the foot of the bed. "What?" Matt's smile grew larger as he slid to the floor. Kneeling, he reached for Damon's belt. "Isn't it a little too early for that?" Damon asked as Matt proceeded to undo the buckle and pop the button of Damon's pants. "We just got here." "Damon...." Matt tore the pant's zipper down, delighting in the fact that Damon wasn't wearing any underwear. "Yes?" Matt reached in and withdrew Damon's half-erect cock, stroking it lovingly. "Just shutup and enjoy it." He leaned forward, his tongue snaking out to curl around the underside and tease the head with a touch as soft as velvet. Damon moaned at first contact, suddenly immersed in ecstasy. He had wanted to hold back on his lust until at least late in the night, but any plans he had hatched about that quickly dissolved. Giving in to his sexual appetite, he fiercely wound a hand through the strands of Matt's blond hair and propelled him closer, all but ramming himself down the wet open cavern of the boy's throat. Matt, glad that Damon had decided to enjoy himself, was only happy to oblige to the nearly frantic eagerness. He closed his mouth around the already slick head and slid his lips down the shaft, feeling it swell as he scraped his teeth against the soft skin on the upstroke. He repeated the motion, grinding into the flesh harder each time until it was fully engorged and Damon was moaning steadily. And then Matt drew the shaft completely into his mouth, feeling the swollen head hit the back of his throat. He gagged slightly as his muscles clenched tightly around it and slowly relaxed, then pulled away altogether. His jaw was beginning to throb with a dull ache and he needed a rest from the strain. Damon, however, would have none of it. In a lustful rage he grabbed Matt around the head with both hands and pushed him back onto himself, thrusting into his mouth first gently and then working himself into a frenzy. The force of Damon pounding into him drove Matt up against the lip of the bed and he felt as if the tugging hands on his head would wrench it from his shoulders. He rode out the sensation letting the friction of the cock gliding wetly between his lips carry him. Dimly he was aware that Damon was slowing his pace, the muscles in his neck and arms starting to strain. There was one final wrench and thrust in which Matt was sure his head was about to pop off, and then Damon let out a grunt of satisfaction and came in his mouth. Matt nearly choked on the rush of slippery fluid but he swallowed every last drop. For a moment he just kneeled there gulping down air hungrily and trying to catch his breath. And then he smiled. "Told you you'd enjoy that." Damon pushed coal black bangs out of his eyes and smiled back. He took a deep breath and leaned down to kiss Matt on the head. "Shutup." "You owe me one." Damon shook his head and flopped down onto the bed. He was about to say something when a voice cut him off. "Nice show." Both Matt and Damon looked over to the doorway to see that Kek was leaning against the back of it, his arms folded over his chest and one eyebrow raised. "What're you doing in here?" Matt asked, slightly annoyed. "I forgot to give yous ya key." He smiled, showing small razor-sharp canine teeth. "But I'm glad I forgot. You two were entertainin'" End of fragment.