Acquire (BoyxBoy)

To Be

Females with ugly laughs surrounded me. "You are the kings submissive, so dazzling". These women had to be intoxicated. "Mmmm, how old are you, sir, submissive, whatever your name is?"

"Mark. I am 22 years old madam". She giggled and pulled her strapless dress over her large breasts. My upper lip twitched. Why did Harold leave me here alone? A boy, maybe 10 years old with a french braid crown tugged on my pant leg. He pointed to the balcony where I saw Harold standing. I didn't think I'd ever be so relieved to see such a person.

I trailed along the maroon rug lining the stairs. The light from the golden chandelier was illuminating Harold's face. His back leaned against the deep berry, geometric, wall paper. His canines glistened in the smile that broke upon his face. The velvet collar on his suit jacket accentuated his royalty beautifully.

He payed the boy some cash and wrapped an arm around me. I was startled by how harsh his grip was. He placed his chin on my shoulder and started to whisper in my ear. "You aren't safe here. We will act as a sex-filled couple that needs a release. We will walk to my room, and then I will get you to safety. No questions asked until you are in a safe condition". He sucked on my neck and grabbed my hair fluffing it around. This is a very sticky situation.

Earlier that day ...

"Mark, Can you grab my brush?" I pouted, but did as he said. "Ah, my gel too please. Nothing is working right!" He stared irritated at his reflection. I can't say I didn't enjoy it. He cares greatly about his appearance outside of this castle. Since the ball is today, press will be high. He spent an entire hour dolling himself up. He tried to fix me, but I couldn't stop pouting, it's a terrible habit. I had on a basic sweater, and my hair was messy. I don't want to make him look bad, but he says he doesn't wanna see me pout.

I know he's irritated though, because I look like death. The medicine they gave me triggered an allergic reaction. I don't just look abused and slightly under fed, now I look like I'm sick, abused, underfed, and should be in bed. My skin held a grey pale, with dark circles around my eyes. I'm terribly unappealing.

He held my hand as we walked out of the castle. His being extremely warm. I wondered if the rest of him was nearly as toasty. I added a heavy leather jacket on top of my sweater, but it didn't seem to help much.  I'm sure I have some deficiency. My eyes were fighting to stay open once we entered the car. It was so snug. The heat tickled my skin and dried out my lips. It felt as if I was being snuggled by a lovely blanket. Harold ran his fingers through my hair. My eyes lidded as a sigh escaped my lips. Now I'm truly tired. Waking up at 3:00 am to go to medical probably didn't help my situation. Before I knew it I had drifted off, against his shoulder.

...

His hand is around my neck. I panicked. My breathing stopped even though he wasn't choking me. He ran his fingers through my hair and shushed me to calm my nerves. Was he going to choke me?!

"Your pulse. I'm sorry". I didn't understand until he sighed. He's a vampire. "We should get out". He grabbed my hand and tucked my body under his arm. When does he feed? Do I even want to know? "Don't stray too far from me. You're an asset to everyone that wants something from me, and you don't particularly look intimidating right now". The pout came out again. Even when I'm healthy I'm not intimidating.

We walked towards the pumpkin patch that was in the middle of a poppy field. I laughed. Full blown laughed. How do their seasons work? This is amazing. I picked up my pace and he didn't seem to mind.

Holy shit! They have purple pumpkins. Purple! I was shaking, this is so much better than Earth. "Are they naturally like this?"

"Well, they're genetically mutated. The woman that created them has epilepsy. When she took a visit to Earth and saw their foundation using purple pumpkins, she decided to create her own. Instead of painting them, she altered their DNA somehow. She goes around placing them in random pumpkin patches, so that when people google, it raises awareness". Maybe that's why they're in a poppy field. I allowed myself to take it all in. It's beautiful that she works towards this, for all people.

"Can I ... ask more questions".

"I may not have answers to all of them". We sat over on an old red bench. There was large gap between us. I could feel the tension in his body. "I know that you're being forced into a relationship. I will give you your space for everything else that I can, but if I'm to do that I need you to make it clear in what you want. I'm okay with you setting the pace, we have the rest of our forever, but I just need to know what you want."

"I - I'm not sure what I want. I don't have a decision in this, so every thing else is ... confusing. I'm sorry." I glanced towards his down cast eyes. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, I definitely don't want to anger him, but I just don't feel enough to know.

"Okay. That's fine. How about I lead then, and you can stop me if anything is ever too much for you". I nodded my head. I hope he's not talking about sex. I won't be ready for that any time soon.

"Am I human?"

"You are, but I also smell something else, I'm not sure what it is".

"Do you know who my parents are?"

"No, I'm sorry". I sucked in a deep breath, knowing that I can't blame him for not knowing. I don't know anything about who I was, and that terrifies me.