The Daylighter Apprentice

Chapter 15 - I Am Safe In Your Arms

Chris sits in the empty chair and sighs.

"This is a long, very confusing story. But I'll cut straight to the point before explaining the back story. There is a very dangerous vampire who has been seen near the town. He was exiled 5 years ago but his exile warrant ran out a few weeks ago so he is free to come back. And should he come back, it's inevitable that blood will be shed and lives will be lost." Chris says and a slight twang of panic runs through me.
"Why was he exiled? And who is he?" I ask, leaning in. I'm curious and hungry for information but I'm almost certain that the answers will give me nightmares.
"His name is Ashton. He is an anti-vampire and 5 years ago, he and his followers carried out a series of attacks on the town; mainly targeting vampires." Morgan continues and I furrow my brow.
"But isn't he a vampire?"
"He is. But he was turned by his father after he made it clear that he didn't want to become a vampire. So, in rebellion, he spent years planning mass attacks and gained a gathering of many humans and some vampires in order to try and endanger the population. Now, usually riots like these are only punishable by a 10 year prison sentence followed by 5 years community service, but he killed his father in anger and this resulted in his exile." Chris takes over the explanation and my eyes widen in shock.
"So wait, if he's rumoured to be back, does that mean he'll try and stage attacks again?" My thoughts immediately turn to Matt... Would he be targeted? After all, he is trying to guarantee the health of vampires... And does that make me a target too?
"Undoubtedly so. I'll be home less now as I'll be needed with the other hunters. Tom and Morgan will teach you how to lock up the house properly and arm yourself." Chris says, getting up to pour himself a glass of water. He tips it back in one and returns to the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You'll have to be extra careful when you're out and about now." Tom starts. "I resent you going and working for The Trapdoor Spider as it is but see I find that you've gone anywhere without supervision while this is happening, so help me God I will break your neck. I know I sound like an overprotective dad and I'm sorry for that but I gotta look after you and everyone under my roof."
"To be fair, I think this is probably sensible anyway. I'm too much of a pussy to go anywhere alone when I know there's trouble so I'm not too fussed." I laugh, running a hand through my hair but still worrying about Matt. If this guy finds out about what he's doing then Matt will surely become a target for attack... I swallow a lump in my throat and stand up, deciding I need to just hear Matt's voice to calm down.
"You OK?" Morgan asks and I nod.
"Yeah, just need to go ring someone. I told mum I'd ring her when I got home but I was so busy at the lab yesterday, I forgot." I flash a tight lipped smile before heading upstairs and sitting in the window to try and make the phone call.

Matt picks up straight away after only 2 rings.
"Hello? Are you OK?" He asks, concern tingeing his words.
"Yeah, just wanted to talk to you." I lie. Jeez, when did I start lying so often?
"Ah. I though you were in trouble or something. Anyway, how are you?"
"I'm fine. Not really much different from when I left you only about an hour ago." I chuckle, instantly relaxing at the sound of his harmonic voice.
"Well, that's good. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow. We're going to be harvesting all the bacteria and storing them safely. It's a tricky process that will take a while so you'll need a good nights sleep."
"I wish you were here with me." I blurt out quietly, closing my eyes and resting my head against the wall.
"Want me to come over?" He murmurs and there's rustling at the end of the line.
"Tom, Morgan and Chris are in the kitchen. You sure you can sneak in?"
"Easily." He hangs up and seconds later, appears in my doorway. He grins at me and I hop down from the window sill, walking briskly towards him and enveloping myself in his arms. He reciprocates the hug and buries his face into my hair, kissing my scalp lightly. And it's then I truly realise just how much I depend on his presence. I can't go even the shortest amounts of time without having him close to me- I need him. My survival almost depends on him.

"What's wrong? You're not usually like this." He asks in a low, hushed voice.
"I just need you here. I need you with me." I say and it sounds like the most feeble excuse for someone's company but Matt just hums, steering me gently towards the bed. He pulls us both down onto the covers and lies with me curled against his body. I nuzzle my face into his chest and inhale the smell of his cologne. His clothes smell freshly laundered and the fabric is soft against my cheek. One of his hands strokes along my forehead, moving the stray strands of hair as he goes.
"I know. I feel the same. But I'm here now." He soothes, placing a kiss to the centre of my forehead. I rest my palms flat on his chest, running my nose up his neck before capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. I bite his lower lip gently and suck on it before releasing it and resuming the kiss. He moans softly against my lips and moves his hands so they're resting on my behind.
"I love you so much." I breathe, moving myself as close to him as physics would allow us.
"I love you too. More than time and words could ever convey." We lean in for another kiss but a knock at the door sends us jumping apart.
"Hide behind the curtains." I hiss, pushing Matt towards the window. "2 secs!" I call at the door and run a hand through my hair.
"They'll see me!" He hisses back.
"They're blackout curtains. No light gets through. Now get on that fucking window sill." I giggle and his disappears, the room falling darker as the curtains are drawn closed. I check Matt's not visible before opening the door.

"Oh, hey Morgan." I say, acting all cool.
"You OK?" Morgan asks, awkwardly shifting the plate of food in his hand.
"Yeah, just had to wrap up a phone call. You getting an early one?" I ask, casting a sideways glance as the curtains move slightly.
"I got the early shift tomorrow so yup. And I figured you may get one too so I brought you this." He hands me the plate and I take it, smiling at him. It's a warm baguette filled with cooked meat and salad.
"Thanks and yeah, I'm calling it a night." I lean over to place the plate on the chest of drawers.
"No problem. Well, I'll leave you to it. Sleep well and I'll see you tomorrow." Morgan nods before disappearing into his own room.

Almost as soon as I close the door, Matt reappears, ruffling his hair and climbing back into my bed. He pats the covers next to him and I waste no time in crawling in after him and allowing him to wrap me up in a warm embrace. I sigh and close my eyes, not caring that I'm still dressed.
"So, what's up? You're never normally this subdued... Has something happened? You were fine when we parted earlier..." Matt muses, pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose. I giggle sightly and bury my face into his chest.
"Hmm... Nothing. Just tired." This isn't really a lie but it's not the truth either. This is obviously a good enough answer for Matt because he drops the conversation in favour of a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roam my body, massaging and caressing every inch of my skin. I hum in appreciation and let my own hands return back to his chest, running my thumbs over the hard nubs of his nipples through his shirt. Matt moans against my lips and it's a deliciously low, sexy moan that sends shivers down my spine. He writhes slightly under my touch and this only prompts me to continue, sliding my hands up under his shirt and continuing my sensual assault.
"Take this off." I murmur, pushing his loose, black t-shirt up his body. He does as I ask, taking off the offending garment and tossing it on the floor. In doing so, he exposes his chest; an expanse of pale - almost translucent - and hairless skin that is perfect and unblemished. He smiles up at me as I stare at him in awe, his cute grin lighting up the room.
"You're so beautiful...." I begin, leaning down to kiss him softly, eyes flickering shut as his hands tug at the hem of my own t-shirt.
"May I?" He breathes against my lips and I nod once, sitting up and raising my arms so the shirt can be removed. It too, is tossed aside and I straddle Matt's hips, our clothed erections brushing against each other.
"You have such a beautiful body." Matt states, running his hands up my chest. They continue over my shoulders and up my neck to cup my chin, the soft pads of his thumbs running along my cheekbones.
"And you don't?" I counter, trailing one finger down his chest to play with the waistband of his jeans.
"I never said that." He smirks and I roll my eyes.
"Mr modesty." I say playfully, leaning down to kiss him sweetly. I try to break the kiss but Matt pulls me back, slipping his tongue into my mouth and tangling his hands in my hair. I suck slightly on the warm intrusion, causing Matt to moan and buck up slightly against me. The hard bulge in his trousers brushes against my own and we both hiss at the contact, grinding slightly to increase the friction. Our actions increase in intensity, both of us slightly panting from arousal. My hands roam his body, kneading and rubbing every inch of his alabaster skin. His fingers toy with the button on my jeans and I gasp quietly, staring into his blazing eyes as he pops the metal disk from it's hold.
"Is this OK?" He murmurs, undoing the zipper painstakingly slowly. I nod, biting my lower lip and helping him remove my trousers by shuffling as he pulls them down my hips. I push them onto the floor, blushing slightly at Matt's hungry gaze. He trails one index finger down the bulge in my boxer shorts and I moan ever so slightly, eyes briefly fluttering shut before reopening to stare into my lover's.
"Switch places." He commands softly and I do so, moving from straddling him to rolling over so I'm lay on my back beside him. My breath hitches in my throat, heart pounding as he kneels beside me, his strong, able hands resting on my hips. His long index fingers take hold of the elastic waistband of my boxers and slide them effortlessly down my hips. My dick springs free, tall and proud and positively screaming out for attention.

Matt sits admiring it before closing his fist around it, straddling my knees and placing his free hand by my shoulder so he's hovering over me. He smiles down at me before leaning in to kiss me, hand treating me to one long, slow stroke on my throbbing cock in order to test the water.
"You OK with this?" He checks again, his words barely a breath against my lips. I nod.
"Yes, it feel so good." I moan quietly as he indulges me again, this time not stilling his hand. I relax beneath him, hands reaching up to tangle my fingers in the silky, soft strands of his hair. I pull his head down, pressing our foreheads together. My heartbeat quickens with every stroke of his hand and the dull burn of my coming orgasm begins to make itself known in my stomach.
"I love you so much." I whisper, closing my eyes and whimpering one on particularly satisfying tug.
"I love you more." Matt counters, thumb swiping across my weeping and slit and driving me crazy. I buck up into his fist, wanting him to go faster. I crave his touch and my release so badly.
"That's - ah - not possible!" I pout, moving one hand to under his chin in order to capture his lips in a kiss that causes him to lose track and still his hand as he responds with a passion and fire that I haven't experienced before. He quickly returns to his previous mission, releasing my lips and pumping his fist faster. I stifle a cry of pure bliss and tighten my grip on his hair, causing him to gasp and tighten his fist involuntarily.
"You're so responsive- I love it!" He praises, kissing the tip of my nose and making me screw it up and giggle. The burning desire in my stomach is now molten and making every single one of my cells hyper sensitive; alive with a lust for the man above me. I can feel my climax creeping closer with every second, my body tensing and thrusting more desperately into Matt's long, able fingers.
"I'm so close, Matt!" I try to keep my exclamation as quiet as possible so not to draw attention from the others. I press my head back into the pillow, mouth open in a silent moan and eyes screwed tightly shut.
"I know, baby. Come for me, my Daylighter." Matt murmurs and his words are my undoing. He crashes his mouth against mine, swallowing my moans of ecstasy as my orgasm hits me like a bullet train. I come hard into Matt's fist, paining both of our stomachs with my release. I break the kiss, falling back onto the bed, panting and completely spent.

Matt leaves the bed and heads to the dresser to grab a tissue. He cleans his hand and stomach before tossing the tissue in the bin and handing me one so I can clean myself up.
"You not going to eat?" Matt asks, taking the tissue from me and disposing of it once I'm done. I shake my head, grabbing my boxers and pulling them on and watching Matt as he crawls back into bed next to me. He pulls me close to him and I press a kiss to his chest.
"I'm not really that hungry. But I'm tired as fuck." I laugh, a yawn leaving my lips and proving my point.
"You should sleep. I'll be here when you wake."
"You don't have to." I protest feebly but Matt just chuckles, kissing my lips gently and then my eyelids as they flutter shut with fatigue.
"I don't. But I love you so I will. Now sleep, my Daylighter."
"Goodnight, Matt."
"Sleep well, Dominic." And that's the last thing I hear before falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.