Oneiric

The end is nigh - Part 2

When I regained knowledge of what I had done, the mark on my ankle made me scream in pain. Flavius rushed towards me, catching me before I fell to the ground, while Lavinia’s hands lit with powdery magic. The stone cracked and dark liquid poured out of it, staining the pure snow. The cracks lit into the same green color as the words I had read, and wind came out, along with an icy laugh. From nowhere, a shadowy almost smoky chain had sprung from the cracked stone and slithered until it reached my ankle, twisting around it so tight, it could have blocked all the circulation in its veins.

A pair of bony fingers with red nails made their way out from the cracks and pushed against the walls until the stone split in half and a final blast revealed a woman stepping forth on the black-blooded snow. It was Dokia.

She looked like a dehydrated corpse, freshly buried. Her skin was pale-white, her eyes sank into their sockets in an unnatural way, with her irises glowing emerald green. Her dark hair looked wet and dirty; it fell heavy on her shoulders as if it was made from metal wires. The rest of her facial features were as if her skin was sucked dry. She wore the same clothes we saw in the vision, but they looked like rags now.

“My, my, the fool actually read the words and set me free”, she said, laughing. “Flavius, my husband, won’t you greet your long-lost wife?”, she mocked him.

“Step no further, witch, or else!”, he threatened, while wrapping his hand over me, to shield me from her gaze.

“You cannot win a fight against me. I created you, I can destroy you!”, she screamed, while looking over him, toward me. “My gratitude to you Claudius. If it weren’t for your foolishness, I wouldn’t have stepped into this world again, too soon”, she laughed, then bowed, mocking me as well.

“I would never help you!”, I replied. I wasn’t afraid of her.

“Oh, but you did help me. Even if you didn’t know it, when you stepped in the water, screaming for Liviu, I heard your calls from the abyss. I could not believe my ears, a mortal willingly passing into the realm of the dead. I had to take my chance and I marked you with my sign.”

“It was you who pulled me, trying to drown me?”, I asked in awe.

“My dear boy, I have waited for you for nine thousand years. You see, when I cursed your beloved Flavius, I had also bound his fate to my return. If he were to love again and be loved in return, then it would have been a matter of time for me to slowly emerge into this world. But what a surprise it was for you to have magic and dare step into the underworld. It was as if the sheep willingly came to the wolf, for slaughter”.

“You will not have him. I will fight until we are both destroyed before I let you take him”, Flavius said, then jumped her, in a blink of an eye.              

Flavius' hand was wrapped around her thin neck into a strangling grip while lifting Dokia off the ground. At first, she seemed helpless, as if she were choking to death. But it didn’t last, as she started to laugh, for he was not really hurting her in any way. She placed both of her hands on his arms and green lightning surged into his body, causing him to lose his grip on her and falling to his knees. The witch levitated around Flavius, circling him, like the predator circles its prey.

I tried to run to him, but the chain was bound to my ankle, anchored in the remains of the former stone monument; I couldn’t reach him. She was torturing Flavius with her powers, making him scream in agony, causing me great pain to see him suffer. I felt ill, great heaviness formed in my chest, and tears poured from my eyes, blurring my vision.

I rubbed them with my hands and I saw two fiery projectiles hitting Dokia, one in the stomach and the other in her chest. Lavinia attacked the witch with magic fire and at first, it did seem to cause damage, but our enemy healed her wounds and struck back. Lavinia created a magical barrier and blocked the incoming dark-green projectiles shot by Dokia. The magical shield cracked and eventually broke into thousands of glittering particles; her powers were too strong for Lavinia.

I couldn’t access my magic; with all the commotion, I couldn’t concentrate. Being unable to move I looked around and grabbed the first stone I could reach. As Dokia was nearing my friend, prepared to strike her, I threw the stone right at her dead, stopping her from harming Lavinia.

The witch was interrupted from casting her spell on my friend, but she slapped Lavinia out cold and flew to me. She grabbed me by the neck and started to squeeze. I felt the pressure in the veins at my temples, as breathing was becoming harder and harder to do. She strangled me until I almost lost consciousness, all while looking into my eyes, smiling, and waiting for my life to slowly and painfully fade.

I saw Flavius coming from behind, but she must have seen him in the reflection in my eyes because she threw me with such force that when I hit the cracked stone monument, I felt a few back ribs cracking. That dagger-like pain swarmed my body, making me scream and cry in excruciating pain, coughing and choking on saliva, and almost vomiting my guts out, as I tried to breathe again.

I could barely make anything out of the fight between Flavius and Dokia. It was all in a blur again, seeing how two godlike creatures fought, each hit sending soundwaves into the air and the force of their clash resounding in my chest, like the bass at some concert. For a time, it seemed that both of them were equally matched, but she was cunning and didn’t fight with fairness. Dokia pretended to be outmaneuvered and allowed Flavius to think he was in advantage. 

He grabbed her by the head with his hands and pinned her to the ground with such force, that her body seemed to sink into the stone. Flavius kneeled on her waist and continued to punch her furiously in the face. But it was all planned by her, a trick, when I saw a dark dagger in Dokia's hand, hidden at the back. She punched Flavius with such power, that it made him lose his balance, arching backward, almost abnormally, then plunged the blade in his sternum.               

The sound of the blade penetrating his chest, the crackling sound of his bones breaking, and the idea of something like that happening was a gut-churning sight. With a loud scream, Flavius fell to the ground, heavy like a lead statue, and remained silent and static. I couldn’t get up and, even if it were possible, the chain was short and the distance between us too long. 

Dokia approached me, leaning to get closer to my face.

“Now that your lover is incapacitated and your friend is out cold, I can finish the ritual. Your life for my life. Your departure for my arrival. Your death for my eternity”, as she said those words, I felt no more pain in my ankle, and the chain had disappeared.

I started to feel cold, and light and sleepy, as my life force was sucked out of me, inhaled by Dokia like the smoke of a cigar. She reached her arm toward Flavius, the dagger vibrated then sprung forth from his chest, and flew back in her hand. Before I could even react, I felt an agonizing sting in my stomach, while the blade entered and left my body.

I felt like I was about to vomit, I felt cold and powerless. I couldn't rise up, nor lie down even if I wanted to. I could feel a blistering pain inside my belly, and a sensation of burning near the cut skin and flesh on my abdomen. Blood was flowing from me like I was a barrel of wine; a cracked barrel. I think I saw the sky being lit by a flash, and I could have sworn I saw whitish silhouettes here and there. I looked up at Dokia, she was smiling and preparing to finish her spell.

But before she could give me the kiss of death, Flavius pulled her hair, grabbed her waist, and slammed her into the closest stone, splitting it in half. I was slowly drifting away, and could barely hear what he was saying. His words echoed in my ears, barely being loud enough for me to understand.

“Claudius! Claudius, please stay with me”, he begged me not to close my eyes. “You will have to drink my blood, to heal. Claudius, listen to me!”, I tried to follow him, but it was difficult. I felt his wrist touching my lips, then something wet and viscous. I opened my mouth and drank his blood, which was pouring as if it had a mind of its own.

The pains I felt slowly faded away, and eerie, unsettling sounds could be heard within my body. It was healing due to Flavius’ blood, but I also felt warmth and saw my lit eyes, reflecting their glow into his eyes. I was healing myself too; the stab wound gradually closed. I guess his blood triggered my powers and both cooperated into reviving me. But as I drank from his wrist, I could feel him slowly becoming weaker. If Dokia woke up, he wouldn’t be able to fight back.

“Flavius, you’re weak. I must have drunk all of your blood. If she wakes up, you won’t be able to handle her”, he knew what I was implying. “Please, drink my blood, strengthen yourself.”

For a moment he hesitated, but his survival instincts kicked in. He took me into his arms, looked me in the eye then went to my neck and kissed the skin. It gave me goosebumps; I knew it would hurt. He played a bit with his tongue, as if cleaning the area, not to contaminate the blood. I felt two stings in my neck, a little more powerful than the pain caused by the needle they take blood samples at the hospital. Then, there was no pain, but more of an irritation, as he fed on me. He was gentle, taking care not to cause me discomfort. As he moaned in pleasure, his state of mind transmitted into me. I could feel his contentment; I started to moan as well, for he was causing me delectation, and arousal.

When he stopped feeding, he looked at me again, his eyes glowing a bright red. His mouth was opened and his tongue was cleaning the blood off of his lips. I saw his two canines, which were longer than the rest of his teeth, but all of them were sharp now. He tried to look away but I caught his face in between my hands, and said “No”. I wanted to look at him, to let him know I accepted his true nature.

His skin was darker, like a dirtied white, his veins were glowing red all throughout his body, his fingers had long, dark, bony nails that resembled claws, his ears had an elvish elongation to them, but not that long and out of his back, two arched bones protruded, a meter long, resembling some kind of wings. I looked back at him, feeling the same way I felt before. “I still love you!” I said to him and, as I was kissing him, I licked one of his fangs. That made him let out a growl-like moan.

“You cannot defeat me, Flavius. Not even in your true form”, said Dokia, while getting up.

“I like to insist until I succeed”, he replied. Then the two clashed again and started fighting.

Now that I was free and revived, I ran to Lavinia to see if she was alright. She was still knocked out, but I used my healing powers to bring her back to consciousness.

“Are you ok?”, I asked her.

“Yes, I’m fine. The bitch slapped me real hard”, she replied, while rubbing her reddened right cheek. The one hit by the witch was cut and it bled a little before the wound coagulated and closed.

“We have to stop her somehow. But she seems unbeatable”, I said, kind of losing hope.

“What's that over there?”, she asked pointing to the dagger I was stabbed with. It was glowing a golden color now.

“That’s her dagger. She stabbed Flavius with it, then me."

"How is it that you're alright now? If she stabbed you", she asked in awe. 

"I had to drink Flavius' blood to heal. That triggered my healing powers too.”

“It’s her weapon. If she can hurt Flavius with it, it must hurt her too. All the more now that it’s stained with both your blood”, she said, and with a flick of her fingers, the blade jumped into her hand; she gave it to me. “You will have to do it”.

I rose to my feet, concentrating on my powers. As I felt magic coursing through my veins, the air felt warmer around me. My feet lifted off the ground, while mist exuded from my body. Flavius saw Lavinia preparing to cast a spell. And he saw me wielding the blade. He understood what we were trying to do so, he grabbed Dokia and punched her toward us. The witch fell at my feet and my dark smoke aura floated in her way, entangling around her feet. With fury, she plunged into the air and shot green bolts of lightning to me and Lavinia, but they hit a magic barrier, created by myself this time.

Flavius flew and caught her at the back, holding her hands and biting into her neck, ripping a big piece of her throat, then spat it in disgust. I let go of the blade, which levitated in front of me, smoke engulfing it. With my hand, I pointed to Dokia’s heart and the dagger spun and lunged right in her chest, making her scream like a demon, echoing unholy sounds that traveled the land. Then, Lavinia finished her spell and a golden ball of light was shot at the blade, which pushed it all inside the witch’s body while setting her to fire. With one last grip of her neck, Flavius flew up in the sky with her, then dove to the ground, throwing her into the rocks.

When Dokia touched the ground, a great burst of green light, dark smoke, and red blood covered the landscape, destroying her for good. The remains turned to dust, and the dust traveled back to the stone monument and reshaped it back into its old form. Before the final crack in the stone had disappeared, a spark of white light shone and white mist poured forth, taking the shape of a man, materializing into a very familiar person.

“Liviu!?”, I asked, not believing my eyes.

“Claudius, I am so glad to see you are safe”, he replied.

“How can it be that you are here?”, I asked.

“With Dokia destroyed, I could muster a bit of spiritual power to come and see you one final time, in the real world, not in your dreams”, he said, approaching me. “I love you, Claudius. I always had, and always will. 

"I love you too Liviu!", I replied, barely containing my tears. Flavius put his hand on my shoulder to calm me.

"Don't hold on to the past. You can let me go. I trust you will not forget me. But it is time for you to trust yourself now.”, then he looked towards Claudius. “Thank you for helping him survive, for saving him from himself. Love him like you loved Davos, for you deserve him as he deserves you”.

“I will treasure him with all my being. Thank you for your blessing, Liviu”, Flavius answered him.

“And thank you Lavinia for taking care of him and being a true friend”, Liviu said, looking at her.

“He’s like a brother to me. He’d do the same”, she replied, and she was right. I would do the same for her.

“This is our final goodbye, Claudius. Live your life! Farewell, my love”, as he said that, he slowly faded away, the white mist dissipated and the final crack in the newly formed stone monument disappeared. It all ended with a sound of thunder in the sky.

“Farewell, my love”, I said, holding myself from crying, but eventually failing to not shed tears. Flavius took me into his arms and gave me a kiss on the head, as I buried it in his chest, crying, letting it all out, liberating myself from all the suffering and pain I felt for losing Liviu.

 I could feel another pair of arms touching my back, as Lavinia was hugging me too.

I stood there, in the wintry night, the wind whistling and snow being blown away, while in the protective grip of my newfound love, Flavius, and the warm, loving hug of my best friend, Lavinia.           

For the first time in three years, I felt truly happy. And loved by my best friend and by my partner. For the first time, in a long time, I felt my chest weightless, having renounced the guilt and sorrow which built up. I had finally let Liviu go and it felt good, it felt the right thing to do. I will miss him, I will always cherish the things we did together, I will never forget him as I will never cease to love him; you cannot stop loving someone, you just learn to forget how to love them, bit by bit. 

 And even though I felt all of these things, I was certain that I still had plenty more to offer Flavius. He had my limitless reservoir of love, passion, and honesty, as I had his. And I will be just fine. I am finally free to love again, and lucky to be loved in return.

SIX MONTHS LATER

“Wakey, wakey sleepyhead!”, a voice I kept hearing was not letting me sleep.

“Mmm”, I murmured.

“Come on, Claudius! It’s time”, Flavius’ voice was clear to my ears now. I still had my eyes closed, but my sleep was definitely gone. I opened one eye to see if he was still there.

“I know you’re not sleeping. Even more, now that you’ve opened an eye”.

“What time is it?”, I barely voiced.

“Five past five, in the morning”, Flavius said, smiling.

“It’s too early. Five more minutes”, I tried to negotiate.

“We’ll be late if you won’t get up”, he answered.

“Late for what?”

“To catch our flight.”

“Is it that time already!?”, I asked and jumped up in the bed, fully awake now.

“Oh wow, that was the magic word? And I had hoped I had to dig under the sheets and convince you to wake up, with other methods”, he said, while doing exactly what he just told me.

I could feel his cold hands cooling my skin, tickling my legs, and finally resting inside my shorts. The coldness of his grip felt refreshing on the warmth of my erect cock.

“No, stop, don’t arouse me even more!”, I cried, laughing.

“Why not? I see that he wants to”, he said while tightening his grip on my cock, making it pulse.

“Well, HE, doesn’t have a brain to think. And I also really, REALLY, need to pee”, I answered.

“In that case, we must do something about it, don’t we?”, he said, while going under the sheets and pulling my shorts down.

I felt how his mouth enveloped my cock, while his tongue was playing with the head. One hand was resting on my abs and the other was holding my balls, pulling them a little to place my cock in the perfect position. Gosh, that felt good. I removed the sheets which covered Flavius, to look at him working on my dick. He took it out of his mouth and looked at me with his red glowing eyes, letting me know he was aroused as well. He licked the entire length of my shaft, from the balls to the tip, then swallowed it whole again. He was deepthroating me with such ease as if he didn’t have any gag reflex. I couldn't last too much and exploded with jets of hot cum in his throat. Flavius didn’t leave any to spill and swallowed it all.

He got up, rubbing his half-naked body on my half-naked body, making me feel his rock-hard cock, pulsing through his boxers. While traveling towards my mouth, he took his time kissing my abs, playing with his tongue on my nipples, even biting one, then continuing coming up to me, sniffing my neck, licking it then kissing it, making me moan, even though I had come earlier. If he continues with this, I will get a second hard-on and piss myself.

When he finally reached my lips, he stared into my eyes, his red glow mixing with my golden glow. I might not be aroused, but my eyes glowed when I felt intense feelings for him. Our lips touched into an ardent kiss, that took my breath away. Kissing me like that always takes my breath away.

One hour later, Flavius and I were in his car, on our way to the airport. As my university ends the schoolyear almost half a month earlier, all exams were already taken and graded. Flavius decided to reward me with a surprise vacation around Europe.

The car stopped in the parking lot of Henri Coanda International Airport. We took our luggage out of the trunk of the car, paid for the lot, and then went inside, toward the Departures area. There weren’t too many people, as it was Monday, so the line at the security check was short and it went pretty fast.

I had to remove everything from my pockets, even take off my belt, when passing through the metal detectors. To my luck, the alarm didn’t beep. After the security check, we headed toward the boarding gates, to present our IDs and boarding passes. After all of that, we were free to roam in the airport for the remaining two hours.

First, we had to find at which gate we would board the plane and, after that, we didn’t really have anything else to do but wait. Although I was still in Romania, I got the feeling that I’m not walking on our lands anymore, but more like stepping into an international zone. I don’t know why, it’s a silly feeling.

Time had flown and I could see our plane approaching the gates and the people inside it disembarking. I felt a bit anxious, as I have never traveled by plane. A queue had formed at the gates, and the officers were checking each passenger’s pass. Soon we were walking through the mobile tunnel and entering the plane.

We took our seats, one next to the other. Flavius was nice to let me sit at the window, as he had flown so many times, he didn’t have a preference anymore. After almost a quarter of an hour had passed, the doors were closed and the flight attendants started their instruction about flight safety and emergency drills, but not before the captain had greeted us all, in the speakers.

The attendants finished the instruction and the plane started moving. It took around five minutes for it to reach the runway. Until then, it moved quite slowly, but man was I in for a surprise when it went full throttle. The engines started to roar loudly and I could feel a bit of the G force pressing against me. When the plane lifted into the air, I felt light, a false impression of weightlessness, and looking out the window, seeing how everything got smaller, made me feel a bit dizzy.

It was a bit cloudy in Bucharest that morning, and I could see we were passing through the clouds. But the plane was still ascending, and it didn’t take long for it to fly above a sea of blinding white puff. The sight was marvelous. It made me wish I could fly on my own, to be able to reach this heigh and relax on white, calming puffs of clouds.

The flight would not last too much, as the distance from Bucharest to Athens is only one hour and 40 minutes. In no time, the captain announced that we will start the descent to Eleftherios Venizelos Airport, in Athens.

After disembarking, we took our luggage and, guided by Flavius, we went to the taxi station. Oh yes, Flavius knows Greek, and he got along with the driver very well. He was a friendly, older man, who loved driving and talking with tourists. He knew how to speak English and even knew a few words in Romanian. I was really impressed by him.

The drive to the hotel was not too long, even if there was some traffic, I got to look out the window. Athens didn’t seem different from Bucharest, except for some palm trees. We arrived at the hotel, checked in, left everything in our room, and went into the city, on foot.

The hotel was really close to the city center, and to the Acropolis so, naturally, I wanted to visit it. The line at the ticket booth was a bit long, but it went fast enough. We took our tickets and went through the gates.

I loved it there, the moment I stepped in. On a tall stony hill, the Acropolis could be seen, but there was still a long, climbing road ahead of us until reaching the top. As we ascended, we passed by what used to be an amphitheater. It was quite well preserved, as was the entire site. As we reached the top, a massive stone gate greeted us; it was tall, with columns on each side, however, I couldn’t tell if the style was Dorian or Ionian. It wasn't Corinthian, that I knew because this style is the most complex of both.

As we walked on the stony ground, some parts of it being so shiny from centuries of weather and probably millions of footsteps, there it stood, in ruin, but nevertheless grandiose and awe-inspiring – the Parthenon. Never have I ever thought in my whole life, that I will step on the grounds of the ancient Acropolis and touch the Parthenon itself. As I stood there, I took in the sight, feeling happy that I got to experience it. More so, with my love, Flavius.

The descent was fast, of course, and I could sense the smell of lamb stake, which made me hungry. So, after seeing all that could be seen in the area of the Acropolis, we exited and went to find somewhere to grab a bite. I saw a video on YouTube the other days, about a traveler that liked to review the eating locales in each country he visited. So, obviously, I wanted to try the souvlaki from Kosta’s Souvlaki. I never regrated it. The souvlaki served there, was like a wrap with grilled meat, some fries, and tomatoes. I devoured four, before feeling too full to eat another bite. I even convinced Flavius to try it, even though he doesn’t need food, he enjoyed it.

The rest of our week in Athens consisted of visiting all the ancient sites and the Museum of Archaeology, going to the beach, swimming in the azure Aegean Sea, and walking at night in the Monastiraki flea market neighborhood. We have even traveled to Delphi and to the temple of Poseidon at Cape Sounion. I loved it in Athens, the people were so friendly and happy, the food was delicious, the sights were impressive and the vibe in the flea market was joyful.

It was our last night in Athens, and I was feeling a bit tired from all the walking. Tomorrow we would take the plane to Rome, where we will spend five whole days discovering the treasures of the Ancient Roman Empire and the marvels of Renaissance architecture.

I was lying in bed, wearing only a pair of loose shorts, after a warm shower. I was waiting for Flavius to finish his bath and cuddle with him until we fell asleep.  I didn’t notice when I dozed off, because Flavius startled me out of my half-sleep state. He was wearing only a towel around his waist.

Water was still dripping on his body and a round bulge protruded in the fabric of the material covering his privates. He took it off and wiped all the water off his body. My eyes were fixed on him, doing his business. He felt me and looked at me, catching my glowing eyes savoring his beauty.

He smiled, put the towel on the back of a chair, and came to me, wearing everything he was wearing when mother nature brought him into the world. He sat next to me in bed, on his belly, while caressing my chest with his left hand. His touch was warm, due to the hot shower he had taken just now. His fingers playing on my skin gave me goosebumps and my cock started to grow and stiffen.

He moved his hand down my abdomen and under the waistline of my shorts, touching my erect member. He got up, his cock hard as granite, veins protruding along its length. He was bigger than me, and a bit thicker, and although my cock curves upwards like a banana, his curves upwards then bends to the right. With a sleigh of his hands, my shorts were on the floor, my cock having been released from its covers. Flavius moved on top of me, lightly pressing against my body; he never let his entire weight on me. Our cocks met in a pressured touch, as our waists moved one toward each other. As our bodies undulated in a dance of friction, his lips were embracing mine, in a frenzy of kisses and a tango of the tongues.

After a long period where we kissed like two crazy teenagers, Flavius started kissing my neck, licking it, blowing air against the skin, making me twitch in pleasure and moan. His lips caressed my body from neck to pecks, to abs, to cock.

Unexpectedly I flipped him onto his back and got on top of him. He smiled at my attempt of dominating him but played along. I kissed him, then went down with my tongue and played with his nipples, sucking on them, then finally biting each, making him moan. I kissed the chasm between his pectorals and made my way down to his chiseled abdomen. As I ran my fingers through the packs, they would bump up then down, tickle him, and also letting out some more noises of pleasure.

Reaching his big cock, I took a moment to take its view in, as if I had never seen it before. It smelled sweet, from the shower gel and it was pretty warm. I caressed it with each side of my face while taking in his scent. My tongue played with his balls, sucking each into my mouth, pressing them inside with my tongue, making him vociferate sounds of bliss. I continued to lick his shaft until I reached the top.

His foreskin was covering the glans so, with my mouth, I covered the head, while with my tongue I slipped under the skin to uncover his dick-head. I teased it with the tip of my tongue and with my moistened lips, before finally putting it inside and giving it a proper welcome.

Flavius was grabbing the sheet on the bed with his fingers and flexing the muscles on his abs and thighs, due to me playing with his dick inside my mouth. I wanted to deepthroat, but I couldn’t, in the position I was in. I moved on his right side as if we were about to do a sideways 69, but I didn’t let him do anything to me, as this was only his pleasure to endure and savor.

I was standing next to his throbbing dick, teasing his abs with the tips of my fingers, while pretending to take it in my mouth. After teasing him some more, I eventually took his rod in, pushing it past my uvula. At some point, I thought it won’t go further, as if it was too thick. Flavius then pushed a bit with low force and my nose buried itself into his ball sack, while his dick filled my throat. I kept it in for a bit, then took it out and immediately took it back in my throat. With each repetition, his dick went in with more ease, until he was fucking my throat with it.

He was about to cum when he rapidly took it out, flipped me over with such speed, I didn’t even feel I was moved. Now I was lying on my back, with him above, looking me in the eyes with his glowing irises. I saw passion on his face, and love, and great excitement. He gave me a kiss before jumping down and swallowing my dick, in a craze of tongue licks and lips suction.

When I thought he’d stopped, I felt his tongue tickling the skin under my balls, then continuing to tickle me, until he reached my hole. When his tongue started playing around and then pushing in a bit, I let out a moan, which encouraged him, even more, to insist on doing what he was doing. That made me arch my back and I wanted him to stop, but he didn’t let me, so I had to moan until he was satisfied with my pleasure.

He licked me from my butthole, past my balls and my cock, through the lines on my clenched abs and between my pecks, up to my neck, and stopped an inch away from my mouth. He looked as if he was prepared to kiss me, but he didn’t. He just looked at me, shining his ruby-red glow upon my face. He feigned an intention of closing in to kiss me, but right when I was about to touch his lips, he backed away a bit. I couldn’t rise up and reach him, because his hand rested on my chest, holding me. He knew very well how to taunt me. He knew how much I desired the touch of his lips. He practically felt me.  As he was tormenting me, as to say, my craving for his kiss activated my powers. And, just with the strength of my will, a small force pushed Flavius toward me, enabling me to taste him, finally ending the tease. That aroused him even more, as his entire body was lit by his glowing veins.

Then, gently with his hands he positioned each of my legs on his right and left shoulders, and after that, I could feel the tip of his cock touching my hole. He started moving it up and down, rubbing it against the moist skin, lightly panting in the rhythm of his cock sliding on my crack. He stopped and pushed it in, slowly. It felt painful at the beginning as if my ass would crack, but he never stopped kissing and caressing me, pleasuring me to compensate for the temporary pain I felt.

He was patient, pausing for long periods, in order for me to adjust to his girth. After each push, my breath accelerated and his tenderness manifested in kisses. After a few more pushes he was fully inside me, the last one brought out of me a louder moan than usual. It was a mix of an exhalation moan and a pained groan. But as I was a stoic, I transmuted the pain into pleasure.

When Flavius felt that I was accustomed to his size, he started moving, very gently at the beginning. And pausing, slightly after each set of push-and-pull. It didn’t take long for him to move faster and in an unnoticeable amount of time, he was pounding faster, always looking me into the eye, which aroused me even more.

I looked at him and voiced “Faster!”, the sound coming between my teeth, as the pleasure was too grand for me to talk normally. His rhythm had stepped up a couple of notches as he was really moving hasty, not ever losing his stamina. Again, the sound between my teeth vociferated to him, “Harder!”. Maintaining the tempo, his basin started hitting my buttocks harder, his dick pressing against my insides harder, making my erect cock leak precum, which dripped from my abs and onto the sheets. Now Flavius was the one groaning, as his body hit my body, in a dance of rough and passionate lovemaking.

"Ah...f-fuck!", slipped from his lips.

In the heat of the moment, while he was looking at me, he told me to open my mouth. It was slightly opened, due to me groaning and moaning, from trying to breathe anyway. So, I opened it even more and he spat directly into it. My gosh, that was kinky and crazy; I loved it so much I let out a “Fuck yeah!”, without intending to do so. That made him pound me even harder, stimulating my prostate even more. How much could I have bared this pleasure? I did not want to know.

He stopped before the sensation of pleasure would form inside our dicks, took it out of me, and turned me over, on my belly. He shoved it back inside in one hard push and leaned over me, his weight pressing a bit on my body. His hands wrapped themselves around my torso in a tight grip, but not as to hurt me. While his head rested on my right shoulder, his knees sank into the mattress and his waist started to move up and down. The sound of his pelvis hitting my bum was the one of slapped skin, and the way his body moved, made me move along with it.  This position was good, I thought because my dick would slightly rub against the sheet, pleasuring me. The weight of his body felt good, but I still thought it wasn’t his full weight. I felt dominated, but also respected and loved; protected under his robust body. All while he was fucking me.

Flavius was panting alongside me, but not because he was losing his breath; he could never lose his breath, for he didn’t need to breathe. No, he was panting due to the pleasure he felt in his cock, rubbing against the inside of my ass, panting because I was doing it. His pleasure was not only in his dick but also in my pleasure. It drove him crazy to know he was satisfying me so much. How could he not?

He stopped again and kissed my back. I didn’t even know I liked that before he started doing it. The feel of his lips on the line of my spine sent different chills through my skin, to different parts of my body. As he went down, reaching my but, I felt him slip out of me and his hands parted my cheeks and his tongue played on my wet hole.

After what seemed hours of him rimming me, his hand pulled me up on my knees, still back facing him, while he was standing on his knees as well. He entered me and stood there, caressing my chest and my abs, kissing my neck, and playing with my cock.

With his right hand resting on my abdomen, his left hand was holding me by my chest, while his fingers were touching my neck, as if in a strangle position, but no to choke. He moved back and forth, and my waist moved with him. As doing so, my dick was slapping the hand he was holding on my abs. He put it on my dick and started stroking it. I could feel pleasure forming inside my rod and I could feel he was about to cum as well.

He wanted to pull out, but my hands told him not to; he would not hurt me, I knew that. He just had to trust me and himself. As he was getting closer to release himself, the speed of his thrusts quickened to a point that I could almost feel he was fucking the cum out of me.

When his hand released my cock and was wrapped around my torso, along with his other one, I knew he was about to ejaculate. He tightened his grip, it was more powerful than any of his grips, but I knew he would not squeeze further. He started letting out moans and when the moment approached, he came inside me, with long and loud groans of pleasure overwhelming him, making his body contract, ending with a long sigh of satisfaction.

He turned me over to face him and kissed me while playing with my hard dick. Then he went down to suck me, with his hand resting on my buttocks. He made it clear to me that I can thrust and fuck him in the mouth. So, I did just that, when I held his head in my hands and started moving inside his throat. It didn’t take long for me to explode inside his mouth, almost collapsing due to the pleasure, over him, letting out loud groans and panting, for the feeling of release after all this time of fucking, was absolutely overwhelming. He never lost a drop.

We both crashed on the bed, me from exhaustion, him from satisfaction, and we cuddled. We didn’t say anything to each other, we only stared into our eyes, smiling. I fell asleep shortly after and dreamt about Greece. It wasn’t a nightmare, just a normal dream.

The next day when I woke up, Flavius was standing outside on the balcony, staring into the city. I went to him and startled him when my hands touched him from behind.

“Claudius, I didn’t hear you”, he said, confused at first, but then realizing what had happened.

“That’s odd. You have a perfect hearing”, I replied and went forth to hug him. Now it was I who startled. I backed my head away a bit and looked at him. “You’re not cold anymore, Flavius! I can feel your warmth!”, I said, puzzled.

“I’m as cold as I usually am, if not drinking hot beverages or taking hot baths. It is you who is cold.”

Then it struck me. It was not warmth that I felt, it was me being colder than usual. It was me having turned into a strigoi. Flavius looked at me, a little worried, and asked:

“Claudius, are you alright?”

“Yes. Sorry, I didn’t want you to be worried about me. It’s just that the reality of it struck me.”

“How do you feel?”, he asked, now calmed and smiling.

“I feel as before, maybe less tired, less hungry, less thirsty. My senses are sharp and my body feels like it could fly. Emotionally, I don’t know how I feel. I would guess happy, as I will live forever. It’s as if I won the lottery and don’t know what to do with the money yet. I’m happy but confused and cautious; I can’t believe it happened to me!”

“You will get used to it. In time”, he said, while hugging me.

“You have given me the best gift I could receive. After the love you bear for me, you have offered immortality and power. I know that I can offer you something as well.”

Flavius looked at me, bewildered, as our bodies separated. I took my right hand to my left pectoral and placed my palm on it, still feeling my beating heart. My left palm rested on his left pectoral; no heartbeat could be felt. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my magic, on what I desired.

The air around us started to heat, and I could smell the scent of dark tea and roses, but along that, I could finally sense his scent, of lime, pepper, and lilac. I felt the magic mist as it twirled around both of us. I opened my eyes, throwing a golden light upon his beautiful face and muscled torso. Then it happened. As my heart was beating inside my chest, the pulsations went through my rand hand, traveled to my left hand, and discharged into his chest. Doing so, my beat lowered and I felt his heart strum once, twice, thrice and continuing to beat to the rhythm of mine. Now, our hearts were synchronized to the same wavelength, or better put “beat-length”.

He looked at me in awe and couldn’t believe what just happened. A tear escaped from his right eye, as he wrapped his arms around me, rising me into the air, as we both floated above the balcony floor.

“I cannot believe what you have just done! I… I can never compensate for what you have offered”, he said, looking at me with such joy.

“You don’t have to compensate, Flavius. I love you; I will always do and nothing in the world can happen to stop me from feeling this for you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“I love you Claudius!”, he said, as we kissed and returned to the floor.

My life changed in so many ways, throughout the years. No child has to suffer the loss of his parents, at such a fragile age. But maybe that fragility shielded me from the pain of not seeing them ever again. For I was too young to understand what death meant. And no teenager should love and be stripped of his loved one, by watching him die. But life has its way of turning around, like a wheel, and after you experience great sorrow, you are offered a recompense.

My recompense was Flavius, who reminded me how to feel again, how to allow myself to be carried by love’s spells and fall again for another. I was allowed to get closure for losing my first love, Liviu, by being offered the gift of magic. True, that I had to face some perils, in order to say farewell for the last time, but it was the least expensive price to pay.

In the end, I had given my life and received life back, and then to give it away for immortality. I will have an eternity to roam on this world, alongside the one I love now.

“Do not fear death but rather the inadequate life.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.” 

THE END