Moonlight Monday 12-23-13
Author's Note: Happy Monday everyone! Here's the newest chapter of Moonlight. Sorry it's a bit shorter than the last few and ends on a cliffhanger. Yes, I'm evil. I've also been busy writing and editing a new holiday short story. it's called Christmas Confessions: Dragon Lover and is for sale on Amazon and Smashwords for only ninety-nine cents! If you like sweet romance and spicy sex scenes, smothered in unconditional love with a dash of Christmas magic and some red-hot dragon/human erotica on the side, you should definitely check out this book. Thanks! ^_^
"Where are you going?" Izeri asked as Charias climbed over him and pulled his underwear out of his piled jeans.
"For a swim," Charias said as he shook out his briefs and slipped into him, adjusting his erection before picking his pants up. He glanced over his shoulder at Izeri. "And no, nothing's wrong, you just reminded me about those drawings, and I figured I better go pick them up before anyone finds them and recognizes you, and I figured while I was down there, I'd swim for a while."
"Will you be back in time for lunch?" Izeri asked, sitting up. He felt a little weird to be lying naked in Charias' bed without him.
"No." Charias pulled his jeans up, pausing again to situate himself before he could button and zip his pants. "I'll probably grab a bite out there. There's lots of fish. Don't worry, I won't eat the selkies."
"I never thought you would," Izeri said, for a moment wondering how Taerith was. "That's okay, I can eat lunch with Jak."
"I know. I thought you might like some time to talk to him, alone."
"Oh," Izeri said. "Thank you."
This is our chance to visit the library, his spirit said suddenly.
"That reminds me," Izeri said, rising from the bed and gathering up his own clothes, "I need to go to the library, so if I'm not here when you get back, I'll meet you at our table for dinner. Unless you're not coming back for dinner, either."
"I'll be there," Charias said with a smile. "Be careful in the library; it's easy to get lost." He seemed to hesitate. "If you want to wait, I'll go with you."
"Oh, that's okay," Izeri said. "I know where I'm going. This isn't the first time I've had to do research for Vampire 101."
Charias chuckled. "Beckett can be a real hard-ass sometimes, but he's okay. He never treated me any different from any other student, anyway."
"Yeah, but he's got that enhanced vampire hearing," Izeri said. "Sometimes I forget and whisper to Jak."
"Has he ever stopped in the middle of a lecture and just stared at you?"
"Yes." Izeri shuddered. "Just once, but once was enough. I don't think I've spoken to Jak during class since."
"Oh, don't let him scare you," Charias said, stepping over to his bureau and pulling his hooded sweatshirt out of a drawer. "He gets off on intimidating students."
"Literally?"
With a bark of laughter, Charias turned toward him. "Not that I ever noticed." He pulled the sweatshirt on over his head and pushed the hood back, then stepped over to Izeri and leaned down, giving Izeri far too brief of a kiss. "See you at dinner."
"Okay," Izeri said as he headed for the the door. "Um, Charias?"
"Hmm?" Charias glanced back at him.
"Thanks. For going after the drawings and for...everything."
Charias smiled at him. "You're welcome. Love you."
"I love you, too," Izeri said, watching him leave. As soon as the door had closed behind him, Izeri let his breath out in a rush and sank down on the edge of his bed, leaning forward to bury his face in his hands.
Buyer's remorse?
"What? No," Izeri said, raising his head and listening toward the door, making sure Charias wasn't coming back. "No, absolutely not. I was just...wishing I didn't have to lie to him."
Then tell him the truth.
"I can't."
Then we need to figure something else out.
"No kidding." Izeri sighed and rose from the bed, tossing his slept-in shirt into his laundry bag before digging a clean out of his bureau. "Do you think we'll find anything?"
Maybe, the spirit said, but it didn't sound very hopeful. Izeri felt he same way. Considering how many times he'd searched various libraries and scoured the outernet for information, if there was anything to find, he'd have found it already. Then again, he'd been looking for cure before, not a way to prevent it. Preventing it wouldn't have done him any good. Now it was exactly what he needed. Izeri pulled on his shoes and headed for the door. Hang on. While you have a chance, we should take a look at his book collection.
Izeri hesitated. "Haven't we invaded his privacy enough?"
He told you about them, the spirit said. He even told you where he keeps them. Besides, if he catches you, you could say you were doing research.
"That's...that's not a bad idea, actually," Izeri said, crossing over to Charias' dresser and kneeling in front of it. "I did offer to give him a blow-job, and I only have a general idea of how those work."
Well, I could help you out there. I've been in my fair share of cocksuckers over the years.
"Thanks, but I think I want to handle this on my own," Izeri said, sliding open the bottom drawer. It was heavy. "It's weird enough knowing you two are there watching us."
Not an exhibitionist, I take it?
"Uh, no," Izeri said, rolling his eyes.
Well, I'll keep quiet, then. You can pretend that I'm not here.
Izeri paused. "You'd do that for me?"
Of course, the spirit said. After all, you do things for me.
"Oh, I see. You want to go for a run again."
Since you brought it up... It has been a while.
"All right," Izeri said, sliding his hand into the drawer, under Charias' long coats. "Maybe not tonight, but soon." A small frown creased Izeri's brow. What would he do tonight? Would Charias expect Izeri to sleep with him again? Would it be weird if they didn't? The bed wasn't really big enough for two, not comfortably. Would Charias be offended if he said so? His fingers brushed along the cool, creased spine of a book and he gently slid it out from under Charias' coats. It wasn't very thick, probably less than a hundred pages, but the cover was worn, the pages dogeared, the edges frayed. This was one well-read book.
On the cover was a salacious image of a naked blue fey, his skin the color of lacolian wheat, his short hair the shade of a ripe blueberry-probably a water faerie-lying on his stomach on a big bed, a burning candle set in the middle of his back and melted wax splattered across his wing ridges. Kinky. Izeri put it back and pulled out another. This one had a dark blue faerie with purple hair, maybe a twilight fey, strung up against a wall, his bare ass striped with dark lash marks and a long feather stroking his wings. Putting it back in the drawer, Izeri pulled one more book, not at all surprised to see not one but three fey in a hot tub, all of them groping and touching each others' wings.
I'm seeing a pattern here, the spirit said.
"Yeah, they're all wing-porn," Izeri said. He opened the book to a random page and began to read. The writing was mediocre at best, filled with words like thrusting, throbbing, and turgid. Some of the descriptions made him want to laugh and he found himself rolling his eyes several times at the dialogue, which on more than one occasion consisted of cries of passion along the lines of, 'Yes! Yes! Harder! Ooh! Ooh! I'm cumming!'. Still, if its purpose was to arouse the reader, Izeri couldn't find it completely at fault; his wing ridges tingled and the crotch of his jeans had grown tight.
Closing the book, he regarded the cover for a moment, then returned it to the drawer and slid the drawer shut. He wasn't sure how this revelation made him feel. Grabbing the edge of the dresser, he pulled himself to his feet, casting a sideways glance at the bottom drawer before leaving the room. He had figured out that Charias had a thing for faeries after waking up and seeing him jerking off to the one drawn in his notebook, but this was a much more specific attraction. Izeri would almost call it a fetish. A wing fetish. Was it possible that Charias only liked him because he was a faerie?
Possible, but not likely, Izeri decided. There were a lot of faeries at Alyrrawood; Izeri had never seen Charias look twice at any of them. And so what if he had a thing for faerie wings? That was no different than a guy who liked blondes, or green eyes, or jocks, or big dicks. He couldn't help what turned him on. Izeri paused in the nearly empty hall, the moment almost surreal as he realized that he turned Charias on. Short, dark, off-color, stumpy-winged Izeri was someone's sexual fantasy. That was something he never thought would happen.
"Hey, what are you doing out here?"
Izeri jumped, startled out of his thoughts, and turned to see Jakil walking up the hall toward him, a glassy-eyed Maika in tow. "Oh, hey, Jak," Izeri said. He glanced at Maika, hesitated, and chose not to say anything. After the nod in the cafeteria, he wasn't sure if Maika would acknowledge him or not, and he didn't want to put him in a position where Maika would have to decide. "I was going to the library. What are you doing?"
"It's almost time for lunch," Jakil said. "Where's Charias?"
"He went for a swim."
"Figures," Jakil said, sounding disgusted. "After what you did for him at breakfast, the least he could do was stick around so you didn't have to eat lunch alone. He explained it to me." He cast a quick glance at Maika, who was either ignoring them, or completely zoned out on his meds. Maybe a bit of both. Izeri couldn't imagine what would make a sidhe give up so much control to a drug. Maybe the dean had threatened to expel him if he didn't, but even that didn't seem like a good enough reason.
Izeri turned back to Jakil. "For your information, Charias went for a swim so that I could have lunch with you, and because he wanted to pick up the pieces of his notebook that he tore up and scattered across the beach before someone found them and recognized me, and Maika must not have explained it very well, or you wouldn't be saying disparaging things about Charias. I love him." He was out of breath by the time he finished speaking, his heart pounding, but he resisted the urge to try and smooth things over to avoid a conflict with Jakil. He could be a coward when it came to himself, but when it was about Charias. He was special. He deserved to be fought for.
"Whoa, sorry," Jakil said. "I didn't mean to- Wait, what? You love him? Are you crazy? Yesterday we thought he was a homicidal pervert with a dangerous obsession, and now you love him! Great Maele, Izeri, what has he done to you?"
"He hasn't done anything to me," Izeri said, "and you may have thought that about him, but I never did." Before Jakil could say anything even stupider, the great Ithaelican bell began to toll, announcing the start of lunch, and Izeri turned on his heel, stalking up the hall toward the cafeteria and away from Jakil. Stupid human; stupid mage. Izeri was better off without someone like that in his life.