MA MA LOA

by

A. J. LLEWELLYN

Amber Quill Press, LLC
http://www.amberquill.com

Dedication

To Pele, Goddess of Fire

Chapter 1

He let himself into the house. He always did. My neighbor came straight to my bedroom. I heard him enter the room and, for one wild moment, wondered, what if it isn't him?

I lay on my belly waiting for him, ass in the air, the way he preferred it. He never liked to see my cock because it reminded this married father of four that he was actually fucking a man's ass and not a woman. I was lubed up and he gave me only a perfunctory swipe of his fingers before unleashing that thirteen-inch cock and shoving it into me. He always hurt me at first until he was inside me and then the magic began.

"Man, do I love to fuck this cunt," he growled, and as soon as he came, he withdrew from me. He left the key to my door on my bedside table. He always did that, and by the weekend, when he'd gone half mad from his wife's endless excuses not to fuck him, Leo would be back, begging for my ass.

Only this time...this time he did not come back. By morning, he and his family were packed and driving down the road. I never saw him again. Why oh why am I dreaming about that rotten bastard?

I tossed around in my sleep and now I was at the bar in New York City. Oh no...I hate this memory... I was standing next to the hottest guy in the club, swallowing my whiskey. Leo's departure had plunged me into a bad Bump habit and gay porn. In my movies, I fucked who I wanted...I was the one who selected and rejected. The bar wasn't my scene at all, but this was my first trip to the mainland from my home in Hawaii. The music was too loud, throbbing in my brain, my senses scrambled, the heat from too many people intense.

The hot guy caught my gaze in the mirror that bounced the hopeful, pathetic, drunken, wistful expressions of the wearers lining the bar right back at them. I saw his reflection as he turned to me, bending down to me and putting his cold, wet lips right on my ear.

"Lemme suck your cock, Angelis. Man, I gotta suck you right now." He gently bit my lobe. "I'm a fan."

I finished the whiskey--would have preferred another drink over getting a blow job--caught Billy Flamingo's gaze, and knew that he would eventually catch up with me. We'd been shooting my latest porn movie all day so I wasn't really horny, but I was always ready for sex. I found myself following my random cocksucker into the cramped, smelly john, and he pushed me against the wall. He dropped to his knees, unbuckling my pants and liberating my cock.

"Oh man...it's beautiful." Compliments like that and my cock was all his. With a lusty, longing lick across his own lips, he plunged his mouth right over the head of my cock.

"Look at Tommy! Feeding himself on that porn star!" I heard somebody say. Two other guys came from nowhere and fought him over my piece. I was too drunk and too high on Bump to really do much more than wait to come for one, then let the others have their chance. They were too polite to ask me if they could fuck me in the ass, even though one of them, a big blond guy who reminded me of Moose Mason from the old Archie comic books, kept pawing at my hip.

He might have thought I'd be hot to get fucked--I was the busiest bottom in gay porn--but now, as I found myself coming down the first stranger's throat, I didn't feel good. I felt bad. Helpless, miserable... And then Jimmy was in the room.

"Tem." His voice was soft, but full of pain. "Why are you here?" My beautiful dark angel looked around, bewildered. He stared into my eyes and I started to sob. Jimmy Thunder, my one-time co-star, my husband, the love of my life, my sanctuary, had flown into my dreams and now led me safely back to our bed where he covered my body with his.

"Oh...Tem." Jimmy, real name Divine Thunder but who went by Jimmy with everybody except me, held me as I shook from the nightmare that had claimed me two nights running.

"Jesus, Tem. When did all that happen? When did you get high and drunk and let those strangers suck your cock?"

I'd blocked Div from seeing the rest of it...me falling unconscious on the floor, getting picked up by a bouncer who took me into the alley and fucked me as I came to. Then Billy Flamingo and Moose Mason running out the back door to find me.

"Tem..." I hadn't blocked him...damn! "I'll find them. I'll find them and kill them all!" Div's impassioned promise gave my heart hope even as I trembled in his arms, glad to be where I wanted to be, where I belonged. I rushed to reassure him, rubbing my face against his warm neck, his long black hair tickling my cheek.

"It was long before I met you, Div."

"I know that, baby, but...when? I had no idea you got high."

On my feet, I felt our cat Moontime purring. Outside our cocoon of a room on our Tantalus Mountain-top home in the deep, dark silent heart of Oahu, I heard a pueo owl hooting. I heard the rustle of trees on the wind, then a small squeak and I knew some small woodland creature had just become food. I thanked the spirits that Moontime was in our room, not outside, even though I knew he could take care of himself.

"What's going on, baby?" Div stroked my head, shoulders and back, and I had no idea how to explain my random, incessant fears.

Div needed to fuck me badly now, both because he wanted me--I knew he wanted me--and because he knew that only his cock could drive away my nightmares. Lately, he had to come and retrieve me from my own mind every time I closed my eyes. Although it meant our connection was getting deeper and stronger, it scared him when he saw my reckless past.

"I stopped doing coke long before I met you." My voice sounded shrill in our soft, warm room, and Moontime moved away from me and closer to my big, muscular husband.

"Fuck me, Div." Though I knew he wouldn't. He would do what he always did, talk me out of my head and back into the present, the gift of what we had together. He would reassure me with his love, his powerful masculine presence and then he'd assuage me with kisses, with his tongue and finally, the cock that was my obsession.

He surprised me though, his huge, twelve-inch, uncut cock rigid now, his canine teeth elongating. My cock jerked to immediate, happy attention. Div poised between my legs, waiting for my thighs to open up to him. My mouth met his, my tongue running over those sharp, sexy teeth. I'd been screwed over by people I used to call vampires, but now I was the life mate of a real, live vampire, I saw how wrong I was to refer to the creeps that used and abused me as vampires.

"Oh, Div." I ran my tongue under his razor teeth and we both tasted my blood, the sensation of that intense fire-coupling sending us into instant and insatiable need for one another.

"Fuck me, oh fuck me," I whispered into my husband's mouth. He grunted, easing me back onto the bed.

"Baby, it's Valentine's Day." Div's eyes shone. "You think it's too early for some morning head?"

"Nuh-uh." I wriggled all over the tousled sheets, trying to get my cock in his mouth. When we wanted each other badly, those canine teeth refused to recede, but Div was so careful, licking and sucking and tonguing the length of my cock. I saw the cock-hunger in his eyes, and wondered how on earth my horny, hung husband had ever thought he was straight.

"I need your sweet hole, baby." His tongue ran a precision line down my inner thigh, and my legs widened as his lips reached their target.

"Oh, Div..."

He was lapping at my ass and I felt my whole body go slack except for my cock, ass and balls. Oh, he was a bad man, capable of keeping me hard and panting for hours. I could smell the remnants of our supper--strawberries and cream, fresh ahi tuna for Moontime--and I screamed out in hunger for my husband's cock. "Give it to me! Please, Div, please!"

He raised his mouth from my ass and I grabbed his huge cock and pointed it, like the man didn't know I needed it in my ass, right where I always wanted it, where he needed to put it.

"You ready for daddy's dick, baby?"

He should have known better than to tease me. I bit his neck, sending him spastic with desire. His cock leapt right into me as his blood met mine, our souls sighing, and then Div eased me away from his neck as his heartbeat quickened. Sadly, I sealed the two tiny fissures with my tongue and Div focused on filling me up, taking what he wanted, giving me what I needed, and our hands joined over the top of my head.

I had been into the daddy type from the time I'd been a teenager. Div, being about three hundred years old, arrested forever at the age of thirty, more than fit the bill. He had mated me when I was twenty-eight and I was vain enough to want to keep looking this way. I had never craved anyone as much as I craved Div.

Grasping his strong, muscular thighs to me, his flat, taut belly urged my cock to come against it as he picked up his pace, nudging my legs even farther apart. Div plowed into me with total abandonment. He looked down at me and his smile fell as he saw the tears in my eyes.

"Oh...Tem. Don't you know I don't care about the past? Don't you know I could never give you up? You are au, Tem. You are everything." He said it over and over until we came together and even then, he didn't stop moving.

"Don't pull out of me," I whined, our bodies molded together on our now-ruined bedding. Div soothed me with his warm, insistent mouth and remorseless tongue.

"I'm not going to take it away from you."

He tried to move to my side, but I wanted him on top of me. He smiled, falling into a light sleep, his certainty of me, of us, making me feel more alive than I'd felt in years.

Ma Ma Loa...Ma Ma Loa. I read the name in his mind as he dozed, his thoughts of me and these three words. I shook him awake.

Div's eyes opened and focused. "Wha...baby...you okay? Am I too heavy?" He tried to lessen the load, but I adored the full weight of my hot, Hawaiian vampire.

"No...I need your body. I just want to know, who is Ma Ma Loa?"

Div stared down at me. "It's um...what?"

"Why is her name running over and over in your mind?"

Div looked surprised. He couldn't deny it, and I read instantly that he wasn't ready to explain her to me. But I allowed my ass muscles to clamp down on his cock and he groaned. I rotated my hips, drawing him closer to me again and his eyes held mine. Oh, he was a sucker for me, all right.

"I'm taking you somewhere special...you're going to meet her. So that you know once and for all that I want this life. That I need you."

For two nights running we had been unable to fly because I was...depressed. I was taking my anger toward my brother out on Div. I knew it and Div knew it and I could not stop myself. I constantly questioned him, suggesting our love wasn't strong enough, and yet, our passion was still volcanic, Div's attentiveness never more intense. I didn't know why I tried to sabotage myself, presenting the worst of times to Div who was completely without judgment. I was used to failures in relationships, not ever-increasing trust.

It had been like this for the last few days, ever since my brother Todah and his new bride Elenai moved to the Big Island, taking our baby nephew Akua with them. Div said I had a bad case of empty nest syndrome. Even the cat was miffed that I was so grief stricken.

Div's cock was rock hard again.

"I want to ride you, cowboy."

He shook his head. "No way. I like fucking you like this."

Div loved the feel of my cock between our bodies. I knew that the second he'd fucked me twenty minutes after we'd first kissed. He'd come to the nightclub in Waikiki to shoot his first gay-for-pay porn flick. Hell, it had been his first porn flick. Period. I'd had my eye on him for months at the gym, knew his reputation as a serious lady's man, a serial heart breaker. And I'd taken one look at his cock in the locker room and just had to have him.

"Ma Ma Loa," I repeated the name again and Div's smile for me was serene this time. He stayed on top of me, thrusting my legs over his shoulders. From the very first time I had his huge cock inside me I knew he was hooked. Div fucked me like he loved me, and nobody had ever done that. His massive cock felt like silk slicked around steel. I, too, was hooked. He was too shy to ask me out, which delighted me.

I had to put the moves on him, but once we were together, Div was loyal, faithful and intent on keeping the sex dirty and our love pure. I turned his world upside down and he sure upended mine.

He moved his mouth over mine and turned my head.

"I love you," he kept whispering in my ear until I broke down crying, coming all over his hand as he held my cock, which was his addiction, and he left me with plenty to think about deep inside me.

"Div...I have a Valentine's present for you."

"I think you just gave it to me, baby."

"Something better." I reached under the bed.

He grabbed me. "Nothing's better than this...than you."

I laughed. He always managed to make me feel wonderful.

He sat up in bed and studied the big Liberty House box. His gaze met mine.

"Liberty House? I can't believe how emotional I feel seeing that name again." His fingers ran over the black lettering on the blue box. The last of the Hawaiian department stores had been gone for years now and I knew with each passing of something uniquely Hawaiian, Div mourned.

He opened the box, his smile wide and genuine as he rifled through tissue paper and lifted out the exquisite black, red and jade vintage kimonos I had bought at a Chinatown estate auction.

"Oh, Tem...his and his kimonos." His eyes had a light as he fingered the fabric of the two-hundred-year-old woven cloth.

"You like?" I already knew he was half in love with them.

"Oh, yeah." He kissed me, long and deep, and I felt our cocks hardening, but we pushed ourselves out of bed, stumbling into the kitchen in our kimonos. Morning was breaking open like a pink pearl oyster, and Div held my face a moment in his hands, kissing me again. We both loved peaberry coffee and I knew we'd get through a single cup maybe and wind up back in bed. He stood behind me at the kitchen sink as I filled the electric kettle.

"What are we having for breakfast?" He kissed my ear, his hand stroking my hair away from my face. I loved belonging to him, though technically speaking, he was married to Clancy, his sister Heavenly's life mate. It had been my suggestion, my insistence, that he marry Clancy, something that in my low moments I regretted.

"Oh, Tem..." Div turned off the tap, taking the overflowing kettle out of my hand and plugging the kettle into the wall outlet. He turned me around so that I was facing him. "I am married to you...one hundred per cent. I belong to you. You own me. Why are you torturing yourself this way?"

I shook my head.

"Todah didn't mean what he said."

"Yes, he did." I closed my eyes to the memory of him screaming, You're not coming to visit us until I say so...you'll just take over! He's not your baby. He's my baby...

"He'll come to his senses. Akua is very attached to you." He grinned suddenly.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Because when that kid gets on one of his crying jags, you're the only one who can calm him down. I know just how he feels." The intense look on Div's face made my toes curl against the polished koa wood floors.

He kissed me. "So, you wanna have some breakfast and another...hot time in the sack and then let me organize the gift I have for you?"

"Gift? You're positively psychic, Div. I adore gifts. Wait...is this anything to do with Ma Ma Loa?"

He responded by kissing me again, and I shuffled around the kitchen as Div set the table with our favorite bamboo-stemmed cutlery and our good linen napkins. He gathered Moontime up in his arms, slicing fresh ahi for him from the fridge as I began the methodical chopping of pineapple, coconut and macadamias for our pancakes. These were all fresh from our huge, sprawling garden outside. Moontime ate from his favorite perch on the windowsill, watching the birds taunting him outside.

There was a contentedness to the house now that it was just the three of us. Clancy and Heavenly had been invited to join Todah and his family on the Big Island for a couple of days, a fact which still hurt me. It was six in the morning. Todah and Elenai liked to sleep in. Who would feed the baby? Clancy and Heavenly were such heavy sleepers...

I poured maple syrup into a jug, glancing at Div, who was pecking away on his iPhone. His kimono had fallen open. That big, thick rod of his lay against his leg. I swallowed. Hard.

"Div."

"Yes, baby." Peck. Peck. Tap. Send. He always took care of business first thing in the morning. I knew that, but I was feeling petulant and churlish.

"I want you to do something for me."

"Anything."

"I want you to get a tattoo."

He looked up at me. "A tattoo?"

"Yes. A tattoo of my name. On your body. Across your heart."

He smiled. He wore a wedding ring. We had matching ones. He made no secret of our relationship. Officially, just a few people knew he was married to Clancy. It had been our gift to her so our Australian-born friend could gain legal residence. But now, I wanted my name on his heart. Dammit, I wanted people to know he was mine.

Just as I had been working myself up to a full-scale hissy fit, Div surprised me.

"I can do that. Now, can you do something for me? I want you to come over here and bring the maple syrup with you." He pressed a button, turning his phone off, then slid the cover closed and pushed back his chair.

Advancing toward him, I allowed him to undo my kimono and let it fall to the floor. He threw everything off the table with a clean sweep of his arm.

"Get on the table."

I did as I was told, my cock responding to the glow in his eyes.

"Sit back, baby."

I moved back, my cock getting harder by the second. Div took the syrup jug and poured it over my cock and balls, the warm liquid dripping down to my ass.

"Now this is what I call having your cock and eating it, too." He leaned forward and the wet heat between us burst into white fire as Div took my balls in his fists and began to lick them. This was his new thing. Nobody had ever sucked on my balls the way Div did. He went berserk, his mouth all over them. My feet floundered, finding a resting place finally on his big shoulders. I panted, trying to watch, trying to keep my eyes open as his mouth moved down to my ass. The only sound in our beautiful world was his frantic suckling.

I bounced all over the table when his tongue reached into my asshole. He grunted, pulling my ass right up to his face, his thumb replacing his tongue, entering me as his eager mouth sought out my cock, engulfing it in one swipe. I humped his face like mad, my legs shaking as I came. Div licked up every last drop of juice from my body. I shivered and sighed, my body relaxing again as Div's big hands held me to him. His thumb was still inside me, his free hand languidly stroking my belly.

"Now, I'd like the rest of my breakfast please, baby."

"There's no more syrup," I gasped, looking into his glossy face.

"You sure about that?" He nuzzled my cock with his chin...unbelievable. I was getting hard again.

Chapter 2

Div dropped his shirt and his extraordinary body, as always, took my breath away. One hundred percent pure Hawaiian, with long, gleaming black hair, he attracted attention from both men and women, but his focus was on his chest right now. Plonking himself into a high tan-colored chair at Tattoo Licious, the ritziest tattoo parlor in Waikiki, he watched through the big mirror in front of him as Hugo, the tattooist, ran a gloved finger across his chest. I went white with rage. How dare he touch Div?

My husband glanced at me, surprised. This was my idea after all. Where did I get all these bad ideas? Bad, bad, bad. Div was wearing tight leather pants at my insistence and he was commando. Again, this had been my idea, but now I was kicking myself. They left nothing to the imagination and I was certain that Hugo was caressing Div's chest, rather than outlining the letters Tem across his heart.

"No." Div shook his head. "I want his whole name, Temeura." Div made me squirm when he said that.

Hugo nodded, picked up a bottle of liquid and blotted the penciled outline of the letter T and started again.

"I thought your name was Angelis?" He directed the question at me, but was busy adjusting the letters across Div's heart.

Yeah, he knew we were gay, knew we were a couple and flipped when we walked in. He had all our movies and was happy to hear we quit making them because love rather than drugs or AIDS, had consumed us.

"It's a Maori name." Div looked at me in a goopy way. We needed to be back home in bed, that's where we needed to be.

"My real name is Temeura." I touched Div's hair. Sometimes, I could not believe the man was mine, that we had the life we did. Sometimes, I felt like he was an exquisite, improbable dream. "Div, the tattoo's gonna hurt."

"Pain for love."

I was doing that to him a lot lately. Hurting him because he loved me.

"Stop!" I shrieked, making them both jump.

"What's wrong, Tem?" Div drew me to him, his hand settling across my ass cheeks. Christ, how could I want him again so soon?

"Don't do this. This was a bad idea."

"Why, baby?" He nuzzled my throat, and Hugo's glance flicked between us.

::I just want my marks on you. My teeth when I feed from you.:: I sent this telepathic message to him, and Div's mouth twitched into a grin.

"But I want your name on me. Brand me, baby."

"No."

"You sure?"

I was sure. I was very sure I didn't want Hugo or any other man touching Div, especially anywhere near his heart. I was very sure I wanted to be alone with him...maybe we could get a hotel room?

"You beautiful lunatic." Div stood up, slipped his shirt back on, aware of stares as he took my hand and led me out of the tattoo parlor. I covered his big hand with both of mine, trotting to keep up with him.

"Where are we going?" I asked breathlessly. Div was trying to button his shirt with his left hand and not doing a very good job of it. I wrapped myself around him and Div groaned. My hands went under his shirt, my fingertips caressing his shoulder blades.

"You are a very bad boy." He moved down McCully Street like a gigantic, horny panther, the pungent ocean scent of the Ala Wai Canal filling our nostrils. He unlocked the door to our big old Lincoln Continental, shoved me on the backseat, his hand ineffectively snatching at the door behind him.

"I could get arrested fucking you here in broad daylight." Poised between my legs, his shirt around his waist, our cocks lurched at one another, barred by our leather pants. Div laughed. "I'm so turned on that you got jealous. Tem, I love you so much!"

He planted a satisfying, deep kiss on my mouth, trailing his tongue down my throat. "Can you wait for me to fuck you, baby? I sorta had a plan."

"Nuh-uh." I unzipped his fly, his cock springing out, eager for the attention it knew it deserved.

"God help me." His fingers tore at my pants. I couldn't wait. I sat up, brushing his hands away, straddling his lap in my haste to have him inside me again. My pants were bunched around my knees, which were pinned to his chest. He grabbed my cock with one hand, my ass with the other, tearing into me as two old ladies walked past us, their faces frozen in astonishment at two men coupling right in front of them.

"Doesn't he have a pretty penis?" Div breathlessly asked as the women went from horror to giggles. "And it's all mine. Bye, ladies!"

He reached over finally, closing the door on the world as the women clung to each other, skittering past us. Div lifted me up and let me land back over his cock again. He locked the door.

"I've shared your precious cock with the world enough to last me several lifetimes," he growled. "It's time for some thunder in paradise, baby."

I was pleased to see Div's teeth elongating. He needed to feed and I aimed to please, tilting my head so my mate could take what was his. His tongue staked out his favorite spot behind my ear. He was a gentle biter, unlike me. He had tried to teach me, but bloodletting was still a new thrill. As Div feasted on my neck and my ass, I wrapped my legs around him, imprisoning him. Our cries would have woken the dead except for the traffic sounds on the street.

"I never hungered for a woman this way." Div licked the puncture marks closed and held me to him, slumping against the car seat.

"Thank you for my present," I whispered, licking a droplet of blood from the corner of his mouth.

He laughed. "Baby, I haven't even gotten around to that yet."

"Mmmm..." I wriggled around his lap, making him groan.

"You're a very bad boy, Temeura Thunder. You just made me hard again."

Chapter 3

Div surprised me by taking me to Yakiniku Hiroshi, on Royal Hawaiian Avenue, one of our favorite restaurants. He handed his beloved Lincoln over to the valet guy, palming him a twenty-dollar bill. In the days before he knew me, he kept that Lincoln looking grim on the outside so nobody would touch it. Now we were together, that vehicle was a showpiece.

"Look after her, please."

The valet guy beamed, and Div relinquished his car to take possession of the other thing he loved most. Me. He took my hand and we walked into the restaurant. We sat very close to one another at our favorite table, and Hiroshi himself came to greet us, handing us menus.

"I have a very nice bottle of Dominus...excellent with the beef."

Div glanced at me. "You want red wine, baby, or would you like some champagne?" Before I could respond, he grinned at our host. "You know what, it's Valentine's Day. Please bring us some Krug, Hiroshi." His hand slid to my thigh. "Baby, what looks good to you?"

"Just a moment. I want to check the brazier is clean." I opened the charcoal burner, ignoring Hiroshi's affronted expression as I inspected it. Why am I being such a bitch? The brazier was clean and pristine, as usual.

"Tem, would you like the wagyu steak, baby?"

"Yes." I bit my lip. It cost a hundred dollars a serving, but Div didn't care. He knew I loved that buttery beef. With our two-hundred and fifty dollar bottle of champagne, he was going all out...

"Tem loves the king crab so we'll take some of that too please, Hiroshi. The shrimp, scallops...oh and, baby, you want the Sunny Lettuce?"

I nodded, hardly able to believe he was being so sweet and loving when I'd griped about everything possible the past couple of days. He glanced back at Hiroshi.

"I think that's it for now, but I'll hold onto the menu, thanks."

He held onto the menu because I always liked to have what he called a party in his pants. I liked unzipping his fly and messing with his cock and his mind while he ate.

Div removed my hand from his crotch. Oops. Maybe he was mad at me. He never, ever stopped me from touching him.

"Tem, why are you so determined that I should find fault with you? I love everything you do."

I stared at him and he sighed. "Tem, please stop beating yourself up. Todah did not take that baby away from you...he took himself away to find himself. He'll be back. I know he will."

"Can I play with your pants now, please?"

He shook his head. "No. We're on a time schedule. And when you touch me, any place..." He removed my migrating digits again. "It makes me forget everything."

"I want you to think about me only, and not the hot male waiters."

He laughed. "I can't help but notice them. They're all wearing your shirts. Have I ever told you that you're the most talented designer in the world?"

"Not today," I sniffed, my greedy fingers reaching for his zipper. Div clutched the menu to his crotch.

The champagne and the first load of food arrived. Div busied himself dropping seafood on the brazier, which cooked everything to smokeless perfection.

He glanced at me, a desperate look in his eye.

"I suppose there's no point in my asking you not to do that?"

"Do what?"

He blinked. "Baby, unless you get your hands off me, I'm gonna have you flat on your back and my cock is going to be buried in your ass right in the middle of the restaurant."

"You mean I can't have the best piece of meat in the house?"

Div grinned at me. "Not at this precise moment, no."

Reluctantly relinquishing my hold on Div's cock, I muttered, "I have plans for that later."

"I hope you do." He dipped a sizzling shrimp into a dish of ponzu sauce, then popped it into my mouth. He pulled my face to his, the spicy sauce touching my tongue as Div bit half of the shrimp off for himself, finishing with a fiery lick across my lips.

The man left me feeling weak and disoriented as he reached across the table for the champagne.

* * * *

"Where are we going?" I asked as we headed back toward Chinatown.

"Give me your feet, baby." This had become our custom as Div drove. I kept my feet on his lap and he was checking his iPhone for messages. He must have had some good news because there was a secretive smile on his face.

"Short stop, baby, then we're going to a Chinese funeral."

He threw the phone onto the floor and I stared at him. "You never mentioned anybody dying, Div. Who was it?"

Div held the wheel with one hand, stroking the soles of my feet with the other.

"You'll see."

I arched a brow in his direction. Was he mad because I'd passed on the grilled cream puffs at the restaurant? Div had such a sweet tooth, but I had a different dessert in mind.

On Maunakea Street, he wielded the big car down an alleyway and came to an abrupt stop at the back of a Chinese restaurant. A baby mongoose, half starved, foraged through rotting vegetables and scurried into hiding when Div climbed out of the Lincoln.

"I'll be right back. Anybody tries to hit on you, baby, you tell 'em you're spoken for."

"Okay, I'll do that." He didn't make me wait long and emerged from the steaming kitchen a few seconds later with a plastic sack with takeout rice, a ton of chopsticks, paper bowls and a sealed cardboard box.

"Here." He handed me the food and put the box in the trunk, bringing out a huge bag that, when I glanced through it, was filled with candies, red papers and fruit.

"Who died, Div?"

He got in beside me, took possession of my feet again, lifting them to his mouth, kissing the tops of them, one by one.

"I have something special planned, Tem. A Valentine's surprise. It's an unusual gift..." He shrugged. "Very unusual."

"In my experience, your gifts are all amazing. Do we have much privacy here, Div?"

"Privacy for what?"

"I want dessert now."

"Oh? And what did you have in mind?"

I opened the glove compartment and took out a small bag of Pop Rocks.

"What are they?"

"Exploding candies." Before he had a chance to argue or think up more dopey excuses, I took my feet off his lap and unzipped his fly, his big, beautiful cock bouncing right into my face. Div eased the seat back and I emptied the Pop Rocks into my mouth. The candy started making such a racket in my mouth that I didn't think I'd get my mouth back over him before the sweet little eruptions stopped.

Div gripped the wheel unwittingly, pressing on the horn as I ran my popping strawberry rocks up and down his huge prick.

"Oh man...Oh, Tem...that feels..." He came in a rush, a haze of pleasure I could feel as intensely as if it were my own orgasm, and I finished every last bit of my sweet treat.

Div fell back against the seat.

When he could speak, his voice was husky. "You got any more of those candies in there, baby?"

"Uh-huh."

"Give 'em to me."

"I thought we had a funeral to get to."

His brain must have cleared because he took my feet onto his lap again and we crawled out of the tiny alleyway, back onto King Street.

Div grinned at me, his eyes heavy lidded from sex, sleeplessness and champagne.

"I adore you, Tem."

"Div, I adore you back." And I saw the love, too. His eyes were filled with love.

  CHAPTER 4

It was a typical tropical rain, drizzling as we drove along the sun-dappled Manoa Road toward the old Chinese cemetery. Though it was a typical, tropical shower, I was filled with sudden melancholy. The gods knew somebody had died and this area, at the foothills of our home, had pretty high rainfall. It was lush and green and fragrant. I smelled plumeria on the air, carried by a tradewind.

My hand on the car door, I watched a small group of bent, old, shuffling Chinese men and women walking in single file toward the Chinese cemetery. As Div and I neared it, I could see one part was neat and well kept. The other part on our right was very old, filled with crumbling headstones. Some effort had been made to bring life and gaiety to this section with stalks of red and green ti leaf blooming everywhere.

The old folk walking through the massive black iron gates were laughing and chatting. Each held bunches of flowers, sacks of food and candles. Div took the bags he'd brought to me in the car in one hand, his other holding mine. I had never been to the cemetery, in the heart of Manoa, where many immigrant families stayed when they first came to the islands to work the sugar fields in the old days. I didn't think anyone came here anymore.

I trailed a tiny, frail Chinese woman with the most immaculate, shiny head of hair I'd ever seen. She looked like a porcelain doll that should have been in protective glass casing instead of threading her way through a stone-strewn graveyard. They were all decrepit, but animated. Both Div and I were tall and Hawaiian. Somehow though, it seemed appropriate that we didn't fit in.

At an open grave, a large white coffin waited for burial.

"Jimmy, so nice you could make it." An old woman rushed to Div, who stooped and hugged her as she eyed me. "Is this...Temeura?"

Div smiled at her.

"He's...he's a man," she whispered as though I couldn't hear her.

"Yes." Div kept the smile on his face and an old man passed out candies, which everyone immediately opened and ate. Div nudged me to do the same.

::It's symbolic of sweetness on a sad day,:: he telepathed to me. Then coins were passed to us, wrapped in red paper. I knew these were called Lisee. How I knew this, I couldn't remember. A Taoist priest started to speak, and I saw the floral tributes lined up, some bearing ribbons attached with the name, Ma Ma Loa.

I kept scanning the small crowd for the woman I'd followed with the bouncy, shiny hair. I saw her at a distance and realized now that she was a ghost. I wondered if she was Ma Ma Loa. It seemed to me that as soon as she realized I was staring at her, she vanished. I saw ghosts a lot now since I'd become a vampire. They didn't scare me, they intrigued me. As the coffin began to get lowered into the ground, Div nudged me and made me turn around.

::It's bad luck to watch a Chinese coffin going into the ground,:: he telepathed. As we turned, I saw the old lady's ghost again, and this time, she beckoned me to follow.

Div took my hand and we followed through a stone archway with fading, hand-painted lettering that said Baby Section. Something in me flinched when I saw the names, the ages. One Month, Two Days, One Year. Melancholy overwhelmed me, slipping over me like a heavy blanket. Most babies had died over a hundred years ago. All were Chinese, the casualties of hard labor. I could not fathom the grief of the parents. Without their babies, how had they found the courage to go on? Despite my anguish for children I had never known, unseen forces propelled me to keep going, to stay with Div and my elderly companions, who were ahead of us now, running like little elves to graves where rotting food and flowers awaited their human hands.

I had no idea if these were their ancestors, but I was touched by the devotion of these paper-weighted saints who removed the old, replacing with new, torch ginger, giddy, gaudy heliconia, gardenia, small blossoms of heady pikake. One old lady left naupaka, an unusual island flower that always grows only half a flower. They say the other half of each is in heaven. She left lei of ilima, the flowers ancient Hawaiians bestowed only on royalty, on a grave whose headstone looked like it had been smashed in two.

"This happened before we start to come." She ran bony fingers over sharp edges. "Before we come to remember."

I had so many questions, but was afraid to interfere in the ritual. She placed precious jade flowers in dazzling shades of blue and green on a tomb that was lying on its side. An old man nudged me, handing me a stack of red and gold papers, candles, fruit and flowers. I thanked him and watched as he left oranges and mangoes for Lili Huang, who died in 1847, aged three months. A package of li hing gummy bears was left open at her headstone so her spirit could feast on the popular island snack.

"Come. You help us feed the lost children." He pointed in the direction of a large altar where candles were being lit. One by one, people sang out the names of the dead babies, the children whose dreams would never be realized.

"Luk Fooktong!"

A square of red and gold paper was set on fire and rose, like a small burning bird, falling into fiery ashes by a very old grave whose letters were hard to decipher.

"Mai Wong!"

We watched as some spirit took the prayers of the living to the dead, up, up, then spiraling back to the graveyard as a reminder that even those long gone remain among us still. I think that's when I saw the first child, peeping out at me from a far corner, behind a tiny cloudstone grave. Carved with great precision, I knew somebody loved this baby so much, they chose the toughest stone to work with, to honor her.

Her name was Bai Fong. She had lived for two weeks. She'd been gone ninety-three years and a stranger was here to remember her. Kneeling on her grave to brush away dead leaves from the hovering hau trees, I wished with all my heart I had more gifts for Bai Fong.

"Here, baby." Div handed me the sack from the Chinese restaurant and I heard a little girl's laughter as I left gifts of food and candy on her grave. Then I remembered the story of the Littlest Angel who had gone into heaven with his earthly treasures--a butterfly with golden wings, a little piece of a hollow log, two shiny stones from a riverbed and the worn-out strap of his faithful dog.

I knew this little angel would appreciate anything I had to give her. I wanted to do so much more.

The others had stopped. They were watching me. Somebody said something in Chinese. I was bewildered and a little frightened by what I interpreted as fierce looks.

But then, I thought I understood. I approached the altar with my red and gold papers.

An old woman who had been frowning at me, now smiled, a wide gummy smile as I took the matches from her.

"Bai Fong!"

The paper soared above us, dancing a little jig, waving at us, as its edges folded into itself like a spider in death. Scattered ashes covered my feet. I stared hard and her hand moved to my chest.

"You have her heart, Ma Ma Loa. Yes, you have her heart." I heard children laughing, felt the movement of what felt like wings around me. Div smiled at me and I stared at him.

"They like you, baby." He grinned, and I saw the dozens of ghostly children laughing, playing, reaching up to touch my hands. "They want you to take over, Tem. Ma Ma Loa's legacy of taking care of the island's lost children. There are many cemeteries like this with children long forgotten. You think you want to do this?"

I stared at the sad and happy little faces of the dead children and the living adults who could not see them, but believed so strongly in them.

"How could I not?" I asked Div, who gave me a wonderful kiss. The old Chinese people hugged me, asking me about the children. I described the ones I could see and one little girl in particular seemed to really like Div.

"Ma Ma Loa, she could see them," one old man said, sounding wistful. "I hear them. I used to hear them crying so hard at night. We used to think it was cats fighting...then we start to come and feed the babies. They start to cry again when Ma Ma Loa died. Now, they no gonna cry no more. No more huhu."

Div and I said goodbye to everyone at sunset and went back to our car.

"Thank you." I hugged him tight. "Thank you for this precious gift."

"Oh, baby, thank you for being the love of my life."

"Can we leave the car here and fly home?"

"You want to fly? Really?" He looked so pleased.

I nodded. "Absolutely."

"Well...we could do that, except your final present is in the trunk."

"You mean the thing in the box?"

Div nodded. "Maybe you can open it and wear it. As long as I get to hold one of your hands, you can hold onto it with the other."

He opened the trunk and let me go crazy ripping open the box. Inside, nestled in endless layers of cotton and silk, was a tiara. I had seen it in an auction catalogue and coveted it. It was exquisitely made with rubies and diamonds...it was called the Heart of Fire. What Div must have spent...

"Ma Ma Loa is the mother of islands and I think it's the perfect tiara for your new role."

"Ma Ma Loa. I love that name, Div. I...I want to repair the graves. I want to repair all the graves. I want to visit all the children."

Div shrugged. "Well, that's your job now, sweetie. But first, I wouldn't mind another little roll in the hay and maybe we can fly over Waikiki tonight and count the stars."

"I'd love that, Div."

He swept me into his arms and we flew together over our island. I reveled in the notion of being a vampire in Waikiki, married to the hottest undead man ever, and now, I was Ma Ma Loa.

My husband's arm was around my waist. Man, he was feeling me up!

"Are you supposed to manhandle a person of my position?" I asked as we landed with a soft thud outside our door, my studly husband taking me into his arms.

"That's my job, baby. Keeping you well fed and well fucked."

"Oh...well, I haven't been fucked since this morning. I hope you're planning to rectify that immediately, mister."

His hand went to my crotch, his fingers outlining my now hardening cock in my tight leather pants.

"The first time I fucked you and saw this big dick up close, Tem...I knew I was a goner."

He dragged me into the house, and the cat screamed for his supper. Div and I hugged him and fed him quickly, never quite making it to our bed.

Ma Ma Loa and his man were on the kitchen floor, the rubies from the tiara still on top of my head glinting off the last, fading shards of receding sun. Our house had been designed to reflect the sun's rays bouncing off the extinct volcanic crater at Diamond Head. At certain times of day, our home sparkled like mini rainbows danced on the air.

"I love my tiara. I love the name. Heart of Fire."

Div smiled and we found our own hearts of fire right there as naked, blissfully naked, he tongued and suckled every last inch of me, maddening in his pace until he parted my thighs and found his way back inside me, my legs holding him tight.

"I love how you keep me exactly where you want me," he whispered, somehow managing to keep moving in and out of me, hard and fast.

"Yeah...how about that?" I gasped as his head dipped to my nipples and he sucked them, one by one. "Oh, Div..."

The man I loved rewarded my possessiveness with plenty of his own. I felt his hand encircling my cock. I caught the deepening orange-red of the descending sun and knew Div and I wouldn't be going anywhere, anytime soon...

A. J. Llewellyn

A. J. Llewellyn lives in California, but dreams of living in Hawaii. Frequent trips to all the islands, bags of Kona coffee in his fridge and a healthy collection of Hawaiian records keep this writer refueled. A. J. loves male/male erotica, has a passion for all animals--especially the dog, the cat and the turtle. A. J. believes that love is a song best sung out loud.

To find out more about A. J., visit www.ajllewellyn.com or you can email A. J. at AJ@AJLlewellyn.com.

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