Infinite Soulmates

Unleashing the Darkness

      The soft rays of dawn peeked through the window, illuminating Pelle's bedroom.  Pelle, slowly opened his eyes, momentarily confused about his surroundings.  As the fog lifted from his mind, he realized he wasn't alone.  You were lying beside him with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

Pelle stretched his long legs and spread his toes apart as he said,
      "Good morning, my beauty. Did you enjoy the concert last night?"
You grinned at him,
      "Good morning, my growling Swedish god. Tormentor was intense!  I had  such a good time with you last night...thank you."
You smiled and rolled on your side to face him as you traced his face and brushed his hair behind his ear.
Pelle snickered,
      "Ah, the sweet sound of flattery, I hope you don't think that'll spare you from my relentless teasing."
You lifted your head off of his chest, looked up at his face and challenged him,
      "Bring it on, Mr. Black Metal. I'm ready to take on your wicked sense of humor."
Pelle looked at you with a half cocked smile and started with,
      "Well, speaking of last night, I couldn't help but notice your attempts at headbanging during the concert. It was... how do I put it delicately? More like a gentle breeze tousling your hair."
He began to laugh at his words and you gasped mockingly.
      "Excuse me, Mr. "I'll summon demons with my growls." I was giving it my all! Maybe you were just too distracted by your own majestic head banging to notice."
Pelle ran his long index finger down the length of your nose and replied,
      "Oh, I noticed, my fierce headbanger. But let's be honest, your headbanging was more like a dainty bobblehead. It was as if you were auditioning for a shampoo commercial rather than head banging."
You playfully swatted his arm and said,
      "Well, maybe I didn't want to risk messing up my fabulous hair, Mr. "I'll frighten the darkness itself with my dark presence." I have priorities, you know!"
Pelle raised one of his eyebrows,
      "Ah, I see. So, you're saying your hair is more precious than the dark arts? Interesting choice, babe. Perhaps I should start using your hair as my new stage prop."
You once again gasped mockingly at him and replied,
      "How dare you! My hair shall remain untouchable by your black magic. But I have a proposition for you, oh mighty master of growls. How about a dance battle tonight instead? Winner gets to choose our next adventure."
You looked at him waiting for his response, knowing that he knew you were a theater geek in high school and took dance lessons for most of your childhood and adolescent life.
      "A dance battle, you say?  You're on, my wild child. But be warned, my moves are as dark and mysterious as the abyss itself. You won't stand a chance against my rhythmic prowess."
      "We shall see, my twisted twirler. Prepare to be amazed by the grace and elegance of an American tornado. You won't know what hit you!"

You and Pelle's lighthearted teasing continued as you both rose from the bed, ready to conquer the day together. You and Pelle's relationship was a delightful blend of sweet affection and playful mockery, bringing laughter and love into your lives. As you both embarked on a new day, you and him couldn't help but be grateful for the joy you found in each other's company.

The two of you walked half naked around Pelle's tiny bedroom looking for clothes to wear that day.  You gathered all of your toiletries, gave him a kiss and you took everything down the hall to the bathroom so you could take a hot shower.  The sun was playing hide and seek that morning but it was extremely cold out that morning.  As you grabbed the bottom of your t shirt and lifted it over your head, you stood there naked and your nipples were hard enough to cut diamonds as you let the shirt fall to the bathroom floor.  The water was so hot that by the time you got in the shower, the bathroom was filled with steam.  You opened the shower glass door and stepped inside and let the hotel beat down on your frigid body.  You let out a relaxed moan and opened your mouth to let some water in and spit it out.  You heard the bathroom door open and you heard Pelle clear his throat and spit it out in the toilet while he went pee.  You could see his blurred image through the glass door as he reached for the handle.  The door opened and he stood there staring at you and finally asked,
      "Want some company?"
      "Absolutely!"  You said as he stepped in closing the door behind him. 
He pressed his cold naked body against yours, Pelle closed his eyes as he kissed you deeply while still kissing you, he reached down behind you and firmly grabbed your ass.  You peeked out of one eye to see his face while he was kissing you.  He had his eyes closed and as he pivoted his head to make his kiss deeper.  You then felt one of his hands go up the back of your head as he walked you into the corner of the shower and pinned you against the wall.  You felt IT poke you.  He reached down and took your hand and placed it on his huge, hard cock. His kisses became more intense as you grabbed hold of his hard cock and began to stroke it, your tongues slid together and Pelle let out a small moan as you picked up the stroking pace.  He then turned his attention to your neck and breasts, kissing and licking your neck and sucking on your earlobes while he pinched your perfectly pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger while cupping and squeezing your breasts at the same time.  When he stopped, your eyes met his and he spun you around so you were facing the corner of the shower.  He pushed your torso down softly with one hand while moving you with the other hand on your hip.  Once he had you in place, he rubbed the tip of his cock between your folds and you felt him enter you as he placed both hands on your hips pulling you into him deeper and deeper with each stroke.  You began to moan, then you felt his hand over your mouth and then you heard him whisper,
      "Shhhh...you're gonna wake up Euro."
You couldn't help it, he knew that too, but you couldn't help yourself, he always felt so good!  He kept going and you kept moaning until he took it out, turned you around and began to kiss you deeply.  He walked you backwards into the wall again and he lifted your legs one at a time and placed them around his waist.  He placed his hands on your ass and lowered you slowly onto his cock.  You softly moaned into his mouth and he let out a deep breath into yours.  As he continued to fuck you and you began to moan again he kissed you to muffle your cries of passion.  He began to move his hips faster and he had you pinned hard against the corner of the shower wall to get some leverage so that he could deliver his thrusts more intently.  You let out muffled gasps as he moved into you harder and faster.  You opened your eyes for a moment and he was staring at you while he fucked you.  You opened both eyes and stared back into his, he softly said,
      "You are so fucking beautiful."
He moved his face into yours and kissed you deeply as he picked up the pace and thrusted harder you reached your climax and as you were  drifting off towards the end of it he pressed you harder into the shower wall as he came.  He let out a loud moan of excitement and muffled it by putting his mouth into the side of your neck and dip of your shoulder.  He held it there for about 30 seconds and his body went limp, he pulled his head back and looked at you.
      "I fucking love you!"
You looked back into his eyes, examined his beautiful face, tucked a lock of his hair that was stuck to his face behind his ear and replied,
      "I fucking love you so much to Pelle!"  he moved his face closer to yours and gently lowered you down until both your feet were on the wet, warm shower floor.  You and Pelle stood there with the hot water beating down on both of you, holding one another and kissing.  He looked down at you and said,
      "C'mon, we better get clean.  We have band rehearsal today.  I'm hoping that you are going come."
      "Of course!"
He kissed your lips quickly, looked at you while grabbing a bar of soap and said,
      "I was hoping that you were gonna say that!"  He smiled and opened his mouth to let some water fill it, then he looked at you, struck a pose and forced the water through his two front teeth and you began to laugh and you told him,
      "You're a Swedish fountain!"
He mockingly widened his eyes and spit the rest of the water onto you.  You continued to laugh and filled up your mouth with water and the two of you got into a spitting match.  Just then, you felt the temperature of the water becoming cooler, so Pelle turned the faucet handle up as far as it would go to milk the last little bit of hot water, his voice filled the shower stall as he said,
      "We have to hurry...we've got five minutes before we are taking an ice cold shower."
The two of you washed quickly and as you were about to get out you heard a knock on the bathroom door and the creak of it as it opened.  You could see Oystein as he walked in saying,
      "Sorry guys, I've REALLY got to piss!"
      "It's ok, we were just getting out."
      "I hope you left some hot water for me."
Just as you were about to speak up, Pelle put his hand over your mouth and replied,
      "Yeah...there's plenty of hot water."
He looked down at you and put his finger up against his lips and mockingly giggled as opened the glass shower door and reached his long arm out to grab the towels.  He handed you your two towels and put his around his slim waist and exited the shower.  You put your long, thick dark brown hair up in one of the towels and wrapped the other one around your naked body as you exited the shower.  Pelle was standing with his lower back against the sink and his hands on it to support his weight.  He was facing  Oystein and they were talking about band rehearsal later that day.  You walked up to Pelle and stood next to him and he put his arm around you and pulled you into him.  Oystein stood in front of Pelle, but he glanced over at you like he'd never seen a girl wrapped in a towel before.  You ignored him and looked up at Pelle and that put a huge smile on your face.  Their conversation was disrupted when Oystein said,
      "I hope I can find someone, someday who looks at me the way she looks at you."
Pelle replied,
      "You will!  But this one is mine!"
      "Rub it in Pelle!"  Oystein said as he walked about of the bathroom to get his towel.
Pelle looked at you and bumped your arm with his elbow and said,
      "Hurry, let's get out of here before he gets back."
You and Pelle gathered your things and walked down the hall to his room and shut the door.  You both went through your things trying to find something to wear and then you heard Oystein scream in the bathroom and you both looked at each other and started to laugh.  The scream was followed by Euro shouting,
      "You're a fucking asshole Pelle!"
You and Pelle looked at each other and started snickering at Oystein's misfortune.  He walked across the room towards you and verbally noted,
"That will teach him to look at MY girl like that!"
"Like what?" You asked.
"I just didn't like the way that he was looking at you, that's all."
"Babe, he wasn't looking at me in any particular way."
"Just do me a favor?? Try not to let him see you in anything less than being fully clothed."
You looked at him puzzled and asked him,
"What's the matter babe?"
"Just something that Jorn had said when we were in Colorado, about Euro being smitten with you."
"I remember that.  But in Euro's defense,  Jorn told you he was smitten with me too."
"That's different, I trust Jorn and know that he wouldn't try to deliberately deceive you just so that he could fuck you."
You walked over to Pelle as he stared off into the abyss, put your arms around his neck and looked up at him and softly said,
"Pelle?"  He looked down at you with his jaw still clenched at the thought of Oystein tricking you into sleeping with him and replied softly,
"What."
"Do you trust ME?" You got on your tip toes and pecked his lips with yours and looked at him lovingly.
"Of course I trust you."
"Then trust me when I tell you that HE will NEVER have me...or an other man for that matter." 
Pelle continued to look deep into your eyes and seemed to be calming down when you spoke these words to him. You continued,
"YOU are IT for me!  I found the person that I want to spend the rest of my life with!  You are my soulmate, my world, my everything and I cannot imagine my life without you."
His face muscles and eyes relaxed when he heard you speaking those words to him.  Once he was completely relaxed he pulled you into him and gave you the biggest, tightest hug that he has ever given you.  It was bigger than the hug he gave you when he got off the plane in Colorado when he met you face to face for the first time.  He bent down and buried his face into your neck and whispered in your ear,
"I feel the same about you too.  I don't think I could ever live without you!  I only dreamed that I'd find someone who loved me for ME!  You can handle the fact that I don't think or act like anyone else...You get me, you embrace all the things that everyone else rejects and I love you so much for that!"
You and Pelle stood in his bedroom hugging each other tight, neither one of you wanted to let go of one another, but you felt that you had to break the silence and you reminded him,
"You better get dressed...you have band rehearsal today and I need to get ready too." 
Pelle reluctantly let you go and gave you a little pat on your butt as you walked away.
He walked over to his dresser and pulled out his clothes that he was going to wear that day.  You put on one of his t shirts and sat on his bed and began to get yourself ready for the day.