Christian and his boyfriend, Kyle, had just moved out of the city, trying to escape a bodyhopper who had become obsessed with Kyle. After months of pure hell, the couple had been enjoying their quiet new life in the suburbs.
One morning, a morning just like any other, Christian went to the grocery store, and Kyle stayed home to clean up around the house. When Christian got home, the house was oddly quiet. He sat the groceries down on the kitchen table and then tiptoed out into the living room. That was when he could hear the moaning coming from the bedroom.
“Kyle?” He called out. The moaning continued.
Christian went cautiously down the hallway and peeked into the bedroom. He was surprised to see his boyfriend writhing on the bed in a pair of his skimpiest underwear, feeling his body, and moaning in throaty pleasure.
“Kyle…?” Christian asked.
Kyle’s eyes popped open and his head turned towards the doorway in an unnatural way. He spoke with a dark, otherworldly voice.
“Hello, Christian,” he sneered, “You didn’t think I was going to let my favorite body get away, did you? God, I love being inside here. I’ve missed it.”
“Get out,” Christian said.
The bodyhopper laughed and laughed. As he did, his gravelly cackle melted into Kyle’s smooth, charming laughter.
“Not a chance in hell,” he said with Kyle’s voice, “I’m not letting this one get away from me again.”