Beauty in the Darkness

Chapter XXI - The Tired Man

Fallacy groaned, slowly lifting himself off of me. Both of my legs were asleep, but I didn't dare move after waking up. I just stared at him for an hour, until he finally started to wake up. But even now, he was only half awake.

"Bonjour, mon beau," I cooed, kissing his forehead. "Good morning, Fallacy."

Fallacy hummed, pulling himself over. He mumbled something, starting to lazily kiss my cheek and lips.

"Real affectionate, aren't you?" I giggled.

I squeaked as he trapped my lips with his. I put my hands on his shoulders, melting at the contact of our mouths. He didn't cut me, sucking on my tongue without it. I didn't know if he was too tired to see he wasn't actually feeding, or if he really just wanted to kiss me.

I whined as he pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting our lips. I quickly kissed him again, wanting to continue.

I pulled away when I heard a knock on the door.

"Attendez un peu, s'il vous plaît!" I called. I paused as I grabbed for my shirt. "Oh! Uh, G-give me a moment!

The door opened as I managed to half way button up my shirt, Fallacy having been pulled down to hugging my waist and nuzzling my side. Jasper peaked up, seeing our odd position.

"Oh. Do you want me to leave?" he said gently.

"No, mon— I mean, Jasper. It's fine." I smiled at him. "What do you need?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I should just go."

"No, no. What is it?" I tried to scoot out of bed to go over to him, but Fallacy tightened his grip on me.

"Oh, I just..." Jasper fiddled with his hair. "I, um, I just wanted to check up on you and dad. You were both asleep earlier."

"Oh, yeah, we're good." I smiled. "Thanks, Jasper. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

Jasper nodded quickly. "Okay! Bye!"

I watched as he closed the door. I sighed a little as I looked down at Fallacy, nuzzling my side.

"You're not being very good right now, you know," I mumbled.

"Hungry..." he mumbled, sitting up and hugging my chest. He unbuttoned my shirt, just enough to play with my pectorals.

"Fallacy, mon beau, my dear, go back to sleep." I sighed as he began to lick the skin. "You're clearly still tired. Just sleep. I'll still be here."

Fallacy didn't listen to a word I said. He licked up to my neck, panting gently. He bit my neck, gently sucking on it.

I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand. Goodness, when did feeding begun to feel so heavenly? I gulped hard, trying to behave myself as Fallacy drank my blood. It felt wrong to get off to this when he was clearly not in the right state of mind. That didn't stop my boner, though.

A moan escaped my lips as I felt Fallacy wrap his legs around my calves, giving a solid thrust against my knee. No. Please, god, no. It wasn't fair to tempt me like this. He was half asleep, clearly in no right state of mind. Everything that ran through my head from that little thrust was wrong. I mentally prayed this torment would end, that I would suddenly become free of lust.

My pants remained tight with a hard tent, but I could feel Fallacy begin to finish, pulling away and licking the idea clean. I took deep breaths to ignore my arousal, knowing he'd be back to sleep soon. Hopefully, he would fall asleep on his side of the bed this time.

"Tired..." he mumbled, yawning gently. He nuzzled my chest, purring softly as he rubbed his cheek against my bare skin.

"Yeah, I bet you're just exhausted after all that sleeping." I tried to joke, to distract myself. "Oh you're so cute, you know that."

Fallacy just yawned, holding me closer. He looked so scary when towering over me when we first met, but now he was just laying on my chest, peacefully. He was so adorable. I couldn't even see the danger in his sharp eyes anymore. I wondered why people were so afraid of vampires, when they were so damn cute!

I smiled, kissing his forehead. "Sleep tight, my king."

He whined, pulling me down more. He was getting fussy over nothing.

"What's wrong?" I cooed. "Are you cold?"

"Encre..." he whispered, yawning.

"Yes, Fallacy?" I hummed.

"Mmm, je tu aime, mmm, my queen." He yawned, laying back down.

"What?" I uttered, my cheeks getting red. "Fallacy, what did you say?"

Fallacy had already fallen asleep by then, not responding to my questions on what such little words put together in a big phrase meant. He just stayed asleep, refusing to wake up to say it again. To say he loved me.

I laid there, confused and flustered and embarrassed. Why would he say such a thing? Did he even mean it? Was he just half-asleep and not thinking? What if...

I looked at the painting, of Fallacy and Jasper. Tears pricked my eyes.

His queen... oh, he must have thought I was Jasper's mother. Someone he'd actually love.

I pushed him off of me, jumping out of bed, and rushing to the door. I threw it open, running down the hall to my own bedroom.

Why was I so stupid? To think he was saying it... to me.

I collapsed to my knees after locking the door, laying there on the floor in a pool of self-pity.

I was just his meal, after all.