You make me ache

Ch51: Couples Costumes and Lap Dances.

An actual chapter at long last! I hope you like it. I posted a recap prior to this incase anyone wants to refresh their memory of the story so far.

Troye's POV.

Rolling my eyes, I shake my head as I hear Tyler grumbling from inside our en-suite. He has been complaining about his dislike of my Halloween costume choice all day and each muttered grumble that falls from his lips is nothing new to my ears. He had surprised me when one night he had brought home matching couples costumes for tonight's party. Never in the years that I have known him has he ever showed anything but distaste towards couples costumes, yet when he had presented me with the two costumes and strict instructions to as which one I was to wear, his expression had been nothing but excited. Now due to me suddenly having to wear a non-matching costume, he has only expressed annoyance and disappointment towards my outfit.

"Ty, I've told you already; no one is going to care. No one will be expecting us to be in couples costumes anyway," I call to him as I loosely tie the black ribbon of my cloak into a bow underneath the collar of my shirt.

"But I care Troye". A bemused smirk finds my lips as I listen to the childish tone that Tyler's whine holds, "The whole point of me wearing this costume, the only point, was so that I could see you in the matching one!"

"The matching but far too big-" I remind him before he cuts me off.

"Well, I didn't think you'd wait until today to exchange it for the right size .How did even you think there would be any left today?" You should have done it days ago before Zoe and Alfie arrived". His annoyed claim is valid, Zoe and I had painstakingly searched through a seemingly endless amount of costume shops today, however I had been unable to find myself the costume that Tyler so desperately wanted me to wear. Initially, I had felt guilty for disappointing Tyler, but after his constant moaning my guilt had gradually disappeared and been replace by nonchalance.

Choosing to ignore his chastising, I look myself up and down in the full length mirror and I find myself feeling confident about my last minute costume choice. My reflection shows black jeans and an off-white buttoned shirt clinging to my slender body in fitted a way that I know Tyler will appreciate. My shirt sleeves are folded back to my elbows and only half of the crisp, cotton hem is tucked into my trousers giving the outfit a dishevelled look. In the theme of tonight's Halloween party, fake blood is splattered artistically across my shirt and a heavy, black cloak falls down from my shoulders to my favourite black boots. In addition to my outfit, Zoe has carefully used her makeup skills to contour my face and neck, and I cannot deny that the results help to create my desired vampire look. Alongside concealing the light scattering of post-summer freckles that rest on my nose, she's made my defined cheekbones seem even sharper and the dip in the base of my throat deeper. The final effect being that I look pale and sculpted, and even my eyes are now successfully creepy thanks to a combination of smoky, black eyeliner and silver contacts that cover my blue irises. I now only hope that the custom-mould individual fang teeth that Zoe and I had found today, would finish drying in time for the party. Smiling at myself, I playfully call to Tyler,

"You know you might not be so grumpy when you see me. I look pretty good".

Suddenly appearing in the doorway, Tyler's voice captures my attention as he replies,

"Agreed".

Standing in only half of his costume, Tyler's eyes roam my body before settling on my face. Near entranced, I watch as his lower lip is pulled into his mouth by his teeth before it is released to emit a soft, sultry hum of approval. Smirking at his sudden lust, I pad across the carpet towards him. My hands smooth over his strong arms and as his responsive body automatically presses to mine, I suspect that I'll hear no more complaints about my costume. Pulling him closer to me, I lean down slightly and press my lips to the soft, freshly shaven skin of his jaw. He hums softly as my lips part against him and trail upwards slowly. His grip on me tightens, his fingertips grasping my shirt and his earlier disappointment clearly forgotten. Pleased with his reaction, I whisper against his ear,