Forever Alone... Or Not

Chapter 14 (MATURE)

At around four in the morning, Nicco gave up on trying to sleep. Almost every hour, he would jerk awake. His nightmares were all visions of what could happen when Micheal wakes up. Would he reject Nicco and leave? That is one of his biggest fears.

If Micheal were to run away, Nicco could find him, easily. It was a perk of being a vampire. Not in that situation though. Stalking and following your ex-boyfriend using his vampire powers. Ironic, to use powers that made Micheal run away in the first place. It'd freak him out even more.

Another scene played in his head. His parents and siblings were feasting on Micheal. Who was covered head to toe in blood. Nicco would be standing over them, panting from the run to get there. But he would be too late. He'd be frozen, watching from above as his family finished their meal. Wiping their blood-covered mouths.

Droplets of crimson would cover the floor. Not just the floor, but everywhere, and everyone. Those despicable family members of his wore Micheals' blood with pride. It dripped from their chins and landed on their chests.

They would finally notice Nicco after tossing Micheal's lifeless body into the pile of their other victims. One of which looked similar to Sariha. With smiles, they would walk past him and out the door. His brother would stop to plant his hand on Nicco's shoulder.

"Thanks for the meal, bro. He was delectable." And he'd walk out, still with that smile on his face. Leaving behind Nicco with a handprint made of blood on his shirt. Blood that belonged to the one he loved.

He was scared, no doubt, but he was angry. He never wanted to be a vampire. It was forced upon him, by the same people that tore through Micheal in his nightmares. After that night, he vowed to never love or trust them again. Well, that excludes Bethany, but that was it.

He pushed all thoughts of death away from his mind. It was hard, but looking at Micheal's peaceful sleeping face made all those nightmares fall away. What a cute kitten he was.

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It wasn't until 9 am that Micheal woke up. The first thing he did was roll around to cuddle further into Nicco. For a vampire, he was unnaturally warm.

"Good Morning, kitten," Micheal replied with a mumble. He rubbed his chin into Nicco's chest. Both were content with the morning. Well, until Micheal remembered the thing still in him. Only then did he fully wake up. Then, he remembered what happened when they got home. Thus started Micheal's internal debate.

Sexy time or serious time? Sexy time could lead to serious time. There is not a time better than after sex for a serious talk. Also, it didn't seem like Nicco wanted to talk about it last night. Might as well give him some time to think it over. But, he'd feel bad. Nicco needed to talk about something and Micheal would seem like he only wanted sex. His pros and cons list did not help all that much.

The longer he thought about it, the longer he had to sit on the plug. He could feel that pit in his stomach again, especially when he moved and it prodded his prostate. His rising levels of sexual desire were most definitely not backing up the serious choice.

Taking a chance, a fearful one, he laid against Nicco enough so he would plant his back to the mattress. When he did, Micheal mounted him quickly. Only then did he get the idea to say this:

"I know what happened last night is a touchy subject. If you need time before you tell me, just tell me." Nicco felt so blessed for his boyfriend.

"What did I do to deserve you?" He asked, fully smitten by the boy on top of him.

"I have absolutely no clue, but I do know something you could do as payment for me being such a good boyfriend," Micheal said. He ground down against Nicco's abs every couple of words. Tripping his words up and biting his lip at the small bit of pleasure he felt.

Nicco loved this sight. Micheal flustered, biting his lip while grinding against him. His large caramel hands went to Micheal's hips, pushing him down harder.

The smaller boy couldn't take it anymore. He had been edged on the day before. Forced to wear this stupid thing all day, then not get any dick when they finally got home. He wanted to be fucked so bad. It was Nicco he was dealing with though.

Micheals lifted himself and dug through the sheets under him. Pulling out Niccos hard dick, he felt ever so close to his desires. One hand stroked Niccos dick, the other pushed his sweatpants down. In one swift movement, Micheal grabbed the base of the plug and began to pull it out.

"Whoa, slow down baby. Don't pull it out yet." That fucker Nicco said. Micheal had no intention of listening to him. He almost had the bulge past his tight ring of muscle. That is until Nicco pushed it back in.

"Nicco!" Micheal yelled, fully frustrated that Nicco always wants to tease him. He bounced on him again, trying to get as much friction as possible. It was never enough, that's when he decided to beg. "Please, please, please Nicco, please fuck me. I'll be a good boy, please fuck me." He continued, pleading for Nicco's long, hard cock.

"Fine, baby boy, but you have to ride me." Nicco had no idea how he had held his own against Micheal. Yesterday was just as difficult for him as it was for Micheal.

Finally getting an okay from Nicco, Micheal all but ripped the plug out. His hole twitched, red from the prolonged stretching. It puckered as Micheal got into position.

They both let out prolapsed exhales as Micheal sunk onto Nicco's cock. Oh my, it felt so amazing for Micheal to feel this full. To finally feel something that deep inside. His legs trembled, he hadn't cum, and yet he was already overstimulated.

Trying to get to that point, he raised himself, then dropped down. He repeated the actions again and again. Letting out breathy moans and gasps. Nicco was enjoying the scene, like always, but he wanted Micheal to go faster. He needed him to go faster if he wanted to cum in the next hour.

"Fuck, baby, can you go faster for me." The smaller male tried. Letting out louder moans and yelps trying to satisfy his partner.

It took five up-and-down motions for Micheal to stop. He couldn't keep up the pace. His arms started shaking; he was so pent up. He just wanted to fucking cum.

"Nicco, can you fuck me? Please?" You could hear the exhaustion in his voice. His body jerked as he rotated his hips. So, so, so ready to cum. So fucking ready.

The Latino man immediately moved at his partner's words. With Micheal under him on his back, Nicco began thrusting in and out. He was hard, rough, fast, all of it and more.

Micheal moaned loud, the sound bouncing against the walls. His legs and arms tensed as the pit in his stomach grew. He was so fucking close. He needed just a little bit more, just a little more.

His arms were somehow able to wrap around Niccos neck. It led to some pretty deep scratches on his back, but at least Nicco was closer now. With the new angle, Nicco hit Micheal's prostate dead on. Over and over and over, he hit it.

Micheal spilled his load, yelling the whole time too. His body finally stopped jerking at every ounce of pleasure. So, he laid there, blissfully as Nicco found his release as well.

"Fuuuck Micheal, you're so ghoodd for me. Yeah, just stay uh... right there for me."

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They were in bed for the rest of the day. Lounging around, watching movies, talking, then more fucking. It was wholesome nonetheless. Micheal was thoroughly satisfied sexually by the end of the day.

Nicco also told him about last night. Maybe not the entire truth but it was something. All he explained was his family. The two that showed up last night, Colt and Marisol, two of his siblings. He told Micheal his family was not 'normal'. They were old-fashioned and strict. That's all he said.

Coming from an abusive family himself, Micheal could sense the hatred Nicco had towards them. He did not ask anything else about his family.

October 10, 2021

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