Forest looked out of the old crypt shelter, scanning for Flynn.
The cemetery was filled with tall old tress. Now that frosts had come and they had lost all their leaves, they looked like old crone hands reaching out to grab him. Forest loved the creepy atmosphere. Though he had to admit that a cemetery at night was a terribly cliche place for the Emperor of Evil to arrange a meeting with one of his minions.
“I’m glad to see you’re on time,” Flynn said. He appeared as if from nowhere right in the place that Forest thought he was looking.
Clearly only minions needed to be on time to meet the master. Forest had been waiting in the cold for almost an hour.
Still, it was hard for Forest to contain his triumph. Flynn had wanted to meet him, just him, in a private place. That had to mean good things for his career.
“Have you ever been here before?” Flynn asked. His smile never seemed to look natural, but he was clearly trying.
“No, I usually don’t spend a lot of time in cemeteries,” Forest replied. “Our family keeps a private plot for our ancestors on our property.”
Flynn chuckled. “Then I have a surprise for you.”
Forest followed his boss along a winding path amongst the graves to a secluded crypt at the edge of the property.
Inside the crypt was a staircase. Forest raised his eyebrows. Flynn merely shrugged. “After you.”
It wouldn’t make a good impression to hesitate, so Forest descended into the tomb without question.
He had no idea what to expect, but even so, this wasn’t what he expected.
“Welcome to the Crypt Club!” Flynn said. “Even the underworld needs a good place to have fun.”
Forest looked around him. Music was making the walls throb. Lights flashed over a dance floor. A bartender stood behind a bar beyond the dance floor, gazing at Forest blankly.
It was a social club. On an undead theme. It was either terribly clever or terribly gauche. Forest couldn’t decide which.
Flynn’s first suggestion was a game of darts. Forest had a steady hand, but he found the game pretty boring. He just couldn’t get free of the absurd picture of playing darts with the greatest criminal overlord of all time.
Flynn caught the hint. “I like this song,” he said. “Do you enjoy dancing?”
Forest blinked. Was this a date? “Sure. I love to dance,” he said. Which was a lie. He hated it. But there had to be something he could gain from getting on Flynn’s good side.
Some day, he was going to stand in Flynn’s place, either by inheriting the empire peacefully or by overthrowing the Emperor of Evil himself. Until that time came, there was no better way to learn than from the master himself.
So, right now, he would dance.
The dance beat was hypnotic, and Forest was suddenly aware of having Flynn’s undivided attention. He gazed into the Emperor’s glittering eyes and wondered again what supernatural power lay behind those unnatural eyes. He had to learn and find some way to to turn that kind of power to his advantage.
The edges of his vision seemed to darken until he could only focus on Flynn and the rhythm of their bodies. It was exhilarating and, yes, intensely erotic. There was no denying Flynn’s desire. It was almost a magnet drawing them together.
Something is going to happen tonight, Forest realized. How far am I going to let him go? If he played this wrong, he might never get another chance. What would Flynn expect in exchange for the kinds of things Forest wanted to learn?
The music finally ended, dropping the club into sudden silence. The bartender began to pointedly clean up his bar. Forest’s vision expanded again to take in the room. They were the only ones there, and he had no idea how much time had passed.
“Come on,” Flynn said. “I’ll take you home.”
Forest followed obediently. His mind was racing.
They rode back in silence in the back of Flynn’s black limousine. He never even saw the chauffeur. The glass between the driver and the passenger cabin was smoked.
When they arrived at the Sample house, Flynn stepped out himself and held the door for Forest.
“I had a nice time,” Forest ventured, eyeing Flynn.
Flynn’s lip twitched. “I’m glad,” he said. “You’ll have to go there again.”
Odd choice of words. Did he expect for them to go again together? What?
Before Forest could come up with anything else to say, Flynn reached out to take his wrist. Forest flinched and found Flynn’s grip to be hard as stone. The Emperor was stronger than he looked — much, much stronger than Forest. Oh, Forest realized, his heart pounding. He’s going to go exactly as far as he wants to.
Flynn pulled Forest into an embrace, and it was as if an electric shock ran through his body. The touch was so cold, yet some other kind of energy passed between them that set Forest’s nerves vibrating. He’d never felt anything like this. Touching Ali had certainly never been like this.
Then he felt two spikes of burning ice pierce the flesh of his throat.
He opened his mouth, but he couldn’t even scream.
Forest = not straight.
I didn’t discover this until he started rolling a crazy number of wishes for Sean Flynn. And Flynn, despite being married, is just as eager. An aspiring underworld leader and the warlord he’s planning to replace. Somehow disturbingly appropriate for Forest. And I’ll warn you now — it is not going to be pretty.
I looked up Forest’s gender preference, which I hadn’t done before — I was just going by wishes. He has that same wacky distribution as Weston in The Simmentary — something around 1000 for men and 500 for women. For comparison, Sky is like 12 for women and -3 for men. Whatever the case, it appears Forest is bisexual with a preference for men.