matt smith x michael morbius

lol

                     I at Michael have known each other for a long time. We're very similar, both with the same illness, we grew up in the same place with similar views, the only thing is he was brilliant and I was simply average. And when I say he was brilliant, I mean it. I always looked up to him for that fact. While I moped around he did things. Amazing things. And now he's a doctor that's figured out how to cure us and it's bringing back all of my feelings. 
                    He looks into my eyes and tells me that it isn't as good as it seems, but I just can't believe it.
                   "Come on, you've literally figured out how to save us! Do you really think you should live and I should just die here, crippled? I can't live like this, Michael." I say, getting a bit angry. He should understand this more. He's the smart one.
                    "You don't get it, Matt. I have to drink blood or I go crazy, and this artificial blood is lasting for a shorter amount of time each time I take it. What if it doesn't work one day? What then?" Michael said. Man, he looked good. I always thought he was attractive, but since he turned into a "vampire" he's finally had flesh on his bone. Muscle, even. It was hot as hell.
                     "I don't care if it comes to that. You should know me, Michael, know this. I can't be stuck like this forever. It's hell. 
                     "God, you make me so frustrated sometimes. Did you know that? I just can't fucking reason with you." Michael responds in an airy voice. He's getting closer to me now, closer and closer yet. "You don't understand this, so just shut up" he whispers into my ear. His voice goes down my neck and I can feel it in every part of my body.
                     "So make me" I reply in a smug voice. I feel the tension rising, and something else along with it. He pushes me onto the couch lengthwise so my legs are slightly hanging off of the armrest. I give a smug smile and Michael seems to notice because he leans in close again. 
                     "Maybe I will." He covers my mouth with his hand and unbuttons my pants. My eyes widen in surprise, not thinking he'd be so bold with something like this. Pulling my dick out, he puts his mouth over it and I try to let out a sound but can't. His hand is getting wet with my breath. I think I'm going insane. 
                     He takes his shirt off and removes my pants the rest of the way. I feel I should protest, but at the same time, I've wanted this for a while. I'm somewhat glad he made the first move, even if this does turn into a hate fuck session. Although he's strangely good with his mouth, he seems to start getting bored and inserts fingers, stretching me out. I let out a soft moan and I can see a slight smile curl up on his dick full mouth. 
                     He lets go of my mouth, putting his hands instead of on my wrists so I can't move. Finally getting completely bored from a simple blowjob, he unbuttons his pants, and my god was it big. I think the weird vampire serum shit also gave him a couple of inches. Penetrating my tight little morbussy, he doesn't hesitate even a little and shoves it all in. I let out a gasp because of the sheer girth, and my eyes start to water. I hate to admit it, but this was my first time with anal, and god did it feel way weird but better than I thought it would feel.
                    "Good boy," He says as he finds my prostate and starts to rub it with the side of his horse fucker. At this point, my mind goes soggy with each thrust as my insides are completely filled with morbenis. I have masturbated before, be it with a cucumber or a simple book, but an actual person feels so much better. I let out a moan with each movement, and feel awfully pathetic. I am his good boy. I think Michael even likes it as much as I do because his facial expression also contorts with movement and he begins to throb. Speeding up, he bends himself so his mouth is right to my ear. He moans in my ear as he speeds up the bpm of his fuckings until all I can hear is him and the schlop of his balls against my asshole. 
                   "Fuck,,,, it's so deep," I manage to release in the middle of a blork, "You're so sweaty"
                    "Maybe if your asshole wasn't so tight I wouldn't have to do this much work" Michael growls into my ear and moans once again. He takes hold of my dick and starts fondling it. He's great with his hands too. Is there anything this man can't do? I can feel his dick twitch as it cums inside of me and I cum shortly after. His face truly is astonishing. My back arches as I'm left on the couch gasping for air with my asshole filled with the morb juice. 
                    "Well that was truly..... different," He says to me as he puts his clothes back on and walks out. I pass out.