my fic: in the dead of the night. rated m for homosexuality
My original characters. I gained no profit in working on these. Enjoy.
“In the dead of the night”
By: Pero-pero
PROLOGUE
Damien Stratford was my bestfriend, enemy and my lover.
We both needed each other so badly that killing a person who even touches anyone of us gets killed by the other. We were magnificently young, restless and beautiful.
My Damien…was exquisite appealing to both men and women, whether it was an adult, a child, rich or poor. He was looked upon to most a God whose beauty comparable to one.
A walking aphrodisiac, lusted, adored, and loved and to them all he was indifferent except to me, Marcus.
I was to him his only friend and he is to me… we respected each other and how people would think of us making respect very important and very much part of our strange relationship. Not one single soul knows that we engaged beyond the boundaries of a normal friendship. We make love in every simple to most subtle of touches, never wasting any chances when we were alone. Sometimes we would only chastely kiss but as time passes kisses became not so innocent anymore, our bodies demanding more… our love making can be aggressive indulging in rough foreplay or slow and teasing before we consummate.
This particular side of our relationship was more than just a well guarded secret that we both agreed, it was something we don’t want others to find out or even get a hint if we are into this sort of relationship. I think, keeping it a secret was also why taking each other and at the same time being outrageously careful is what made it more.. passionate.
I have always known that Damien loved me though he never did said it to me out loud, may be there might be that one occasion which he had but I wasn’t so sure if he really said it.
I could still remember that day so vividly in mind, I was 17 and he had just turned 16. As a birthday present for him, I took us out in one of those city fair held annually.
Damien, for as long as I can remember was easily fascinated with anything that relates to science: inventions, discoveries, including the foreign trades and foreign lands. He was never more serious with this or happier than anything else when his curious or working on something new himself. We had walked and participated all day that before we even knew it the day had turned to night and the fair was closing. We managed to buy books and some other interesting things which I could only wonder how useful it truly were just like the inventors who claimed it was. He had that light blush in his cheeks already inspecting the tiny square gadget he held in between his fingers, called a chip stopping under a lamp post for a better inspection. I couldn’t help but appreciate the fascination reflected in those pair of deep green set eyes of his that had seemed to look greener under the lamp light’s artificial glow. When I noticed strands of hair disturbed by the cold night wind kept falling in front of his eyes, my hand moved naturally to tuck it away. He smiled as I stare down, letting the romance of the night get into our heads.
It was late and the part we’re trekking was seemingly deserted, there were only us and a random stray dog sleeping next to the bench so we allowed ourselves to be a little more affectionate in public. We thought its okay if we indulge in the risk from time to time depending of course it was not so littered with people. The again, today had left us with an extra adventurous mood. There was also slim chances that we’ll be seen. That put aside, and having the feeling he felt exactly the same way, I could hardly keep my hand off after looking at Damien, he has one of the nicest softest skin, pale almost porcelain in its color that had looked even more beautifully fragile under moonlight. I held the back of my hand letting it gently caress his flushed cheeks, its smoothness I have so long ago felt against mine countless of times. When he closed his eyes, my hand found its way to his collarbone I let my eyes settle on his strawberry red moisten lips. I couldn’t help but smile filled with the familiar feelings of racing heartbeats and love. I love Damien so much, sometimes I get overwhelm by knowing he is mine. I had no fears of us and at the back of my mind I knew that one day we would eventually had to deal of coming out but right now, Damien was not ready and I don’t want forcing anything on him.
My arms came around lower, slipping in the small of his waist. I drew him close before inching my face closer to his, brushing my lips to his forehead before lowering and tracing my tongue on the softness of his quivering lips prying him to open his mouth just enough to allow me to fully kiss him.
He deepens our kiss as he wounded his arms on the back of my neck, gently pressing putting more pressure and more physically contact between us.
“Thanks Marcus…for my present.” He whispered breathlessly on my ears after. I could only grin when I felt his stiffness, slightly rubbing it into mine a sign that he wanted to make love. When we arrived at his place we continued were we left off in his room, the room unlike my own was a little cramped with a lot of his things that were mostly books hoarding most of the space, his bed wasn’t too big either made to accommodate one body. Damien have a huge family the third from the children of nine, he has 5 brothers and four sisters the youngest which is only a 3 month old baby boy, named Damon. It was not only when he turned 15 did his parents decided to make a room for his own. The room was dark and quiet when we decided to stumble in almost ripping our clothes from each other we tackled from the small space kissing, sucking, nibbling before removing our clothes then clumsily dropped into his bed. I on the bottom this time and him on the top, we struggle first to get the oil as lube almost falling off from the bed. In the end we had managed a good position, he slid it in so quickly all with perfect ease. I grit my teeth feeling the muscles tightened around me, I observed with pride and watched with lust as my bestfriend maneuvered, sweat dripping down to his flat stomach. Every time he gritted his teeth when he pushed in deeper letting his body bury me completely made the thrusts that followed after harder and faster. I can tell by the way he responded that I’ve hit his prostate, pleased that his equally enjoying our love making as much as I’m losing myself from it. Pleasure and pain heightened our sensation. I sat up, licking his tears off from his eyes and the ones that fell from his cheeks as I pleasured him back with my hand, stroking him, badly wanting to end everything with his satisfaction in mind. The other one hand was lifted together with his buttocks massaging it, liking the feel of motion as it ascends and descends slamming into my thighs. I held him, wanting to feel everything, wanting to hear him make those guttural sounds of sex near my ears, no matter how many times we make love it always seem like our first, starting out clumsily or the last so passionate that we always ended up exhausted.
We kissed hard, muffling our gasps and moans careful not to disturb his family. Although it was hard not to be loud but somehow were getting used to it. He and I both came panting, orgasm were like always incredible. I laid down my head hitting the pillows as he lay heaving on top of me, making small kisses on my chest I can feel his satisfied smile on them. I held him longer, before I place him on my side.
And just faintly… he said those words.
“I love you….Marcus.”
“Damien….me too.” And right after I felt his body relaxed in sleep, unconsciously snuggling closer to me, I followed him to his dreams.
-4 years later-
Yes… that is how it all was then. Damien and I. I never thought he would marry my sister, Charlotte.
Now here I am standing next to him wearing a tux holding my glass of champagne sharing my blessings. Charlotte never looked more radiant or happier and perfect press on Damien’s arms, and him looking just the same. He turns his head to my side with those green eyes of his reflecting me and for the first time, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. It only made me feel more betrayed and confused, extremely hurt with what is happening. It never did cross my mind that he would had want to settle with a real family, to have kids and be a father. If I had, who might have thought he would be marrying my sister. I had always imagined us together forever, but now it was only too much of a farfetched dream.
“For DAMIEN and CHARLOTTE, for a beautiful future together!!!” everyone cheered.
Damien kisses Charlotte. That tore me more than I could ever thought it would, why did I let them convince me to come, of course Charlotte had no idea that there was something between us with her recent husband than me being the bestfriend but Damien, he even asked me to be his best man, saying it is important to him if I agree. How could he even bring himself to ask me for something that much, after all those years. I love him! and I was more than sure he feel the same way but why is he marrying my sister. God.. I rather be somewhere else than stand here as witness of their union and yet all I could idiotically do is cheer, raise my glass in unison with the crowd.
It broke me.
Chapter I: CASTING SHADOWS
“Show me how to understand this.
How could you wound me and feel nothing?
I would not for all the world have wounded you so,
I swear it.”
~ Cry To Heaven by Anne Rice
I never could bring myself to hate him for marrying Charlotte, I guess you can say because it was my sister I rather see her being married to him.
I am alone now in this vast room the cooler rays of moonlight its only illumination, the doors in the veranda I purposely left open letting the night air quietly blew on the translucent curtains.
Are they making love now…
My body half lay on the bed still dressed with the tux Charlotte had picked out for me, I shivered staring on the veranda my skin seeking remembrance from the nights that Damien and I had shared. It was were we first made love under the same moon as it is tonight. The crystal glass I held on my hand felt cold the contents disturbed with my trembling. I could not sleep and I couldn’t intoxicate myself enough to lull me into it either, instead images that I could not stop are played continuously, repeatedly, feelings that I did not welcome forces my senses to remember. I drank the night away, wanting to shut the thoughts of them out.
Are you even holding her like you had always held me, Damien?
I bit my lips as my head unwillingly produce pictures of Damien thrusting inside of her. I seethe, throwing the bottle of wine on the wall unable to control my jealousy. It seems the alcohol only made me lose any self-control left. My mind was blinded with so much of hurt and betrayal that I could not see anyone else except Damien on top of her, Damien kissing her, Damien’s moans on my ears.
“Damien!!!!”
My body led me riding to him knowing the road so well that I could have gone asleep and it wouldn’t even matter. I clutched the reins harder as I kick on the horse urging it to go faster.
Broken. The sky wept. Ignorant. Nothing but a creature of emotions. I fell into the deepest abyss.
I could not remember how exactly I got here, or what I did. When I awoke my head was aching and my body felt as if I had fought myself away from hell and return half dead. I couldn’t make out where I exactly I was except I’m in a dark room, the heavy draperies had shut out any light. I could not tell if it was day or night, just that I feel extremely exhausted that I fell immediately asleep right after.
The next time I opened my eyes, the moon is shrouded with dark clouds and the sky had seemed to be veiled with only darkness, not a star was seen. I search my surroundings for any signs of familiarity but like the last time I could not remember where I was or whose room I was in. My head is not throbbing anymore or my body tired, I don’t know how long I rested.
“good that you are finally awake…” a deep voice came suddenly out from the shadows, I haven’t even notice anyone is with me or anyone come in. The voice had seem to reverberate across the room, it was a deep baritone making me sucked in my breath. I strain my eyes to focus on its source.
The figure of a broad-shouldered man emerge from the darkest corner of the room walking quietly towards me bringing what seem to be an old-fashion lamp with him, he stop near the head of my bed to place it down and light it up letting me inspect him closer.
His hair is long and black as black as the shadows from which he came, it was tied loosely by a silk red lace, perhaps if he is to untie the lace his hair would probably fall at level on his scapula. His face has both asian and western features, japanese narrow eyes, a tall nose just perfect with the frame of his small face, his mouth and slight red lips is shape to seduce it is not too manly or too feminine. Even as a man I can tell that he is handsome.
He is wearing a loose white shirt that shows his collarbone and the length of his neck, that I can’t help but stare, looks so smooth and his skin equally as creamy.
He sat at the side of the bed, bringing the back of his hand to touch my forehead. The coolness from his skin surprised me.
“what are you doing?” I instinctively inch away.
“You had a fever for three days, I’m trying to know if you’re still feverish.” he said, looking stoically at me.
He has frighteningly dark blue-gray eyes.
“oh…” I bowed my head somewhat embarrassed.
“how long have I been here?” I couldn’t shake off the feeling of coolness from his hand.
“today, would be the fourth night.” He sat up from the bed.
“you must be hungry?” and with that he walked away leaving me to stare at his back.
With closer inspection the whole room is spacious everything in it looks completely old-fashioned the furnitures mostly of oak wood the same with the bed, the only thing that stand out was a huge gold-gilded mirror face in front of me and the veranda. For some reason I feel like someone is watching me, I laugh.
“someone is watching me… me!” looking at the mirror, I notice that I’m wearing the same white loose clothes that he had worn the only difference it is a little too big, I don’t have as broad shoulders as he.
The sky has now cleared and the veranda washed with natural light snatched my attention, I tried standing up but sat back when I felt faint.
I heard his footsteps coming then stopping before entering the door, my stomach growled as I smell the tray of food he is carrying. He sat again at the side of my bed and when I realized what he was about to do.
“I can do it. I can eat on my own.” I said flatly trying to avert my eyes. When I didn’t hear any reply, I look up at him. He was impolitely staring, the same emotionless stare.
“what?” I asked, both irritated and uncomfortable.
“just eat.” He actually said those words with a commanding tone.
And before I knew, I was opening my mouth and letting him feed me.
As I finished the last spoonful of soup. He stood up again.
I’m starting to find him mechanical. I found myself staring on his back again, trying to see if he is really winded up. I smiled.
“wait…!” before he step out, I called.
“thank you…” I manage to say, he turns to me with a nod and proceeded to step out from the room and close the door.
My eyes did not left the door for 4-5 seconds after he left.
“well… that was weird.” I whispered to myself.
That night I dreamt of running out of the house and going hunting under a full moon.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
I absolutely love writing this story! I’ll most probably update every once a week. I hope can finish this with not more than 10 chapters or at least 10 chapters or else it would be troublesome for me. Please if you like the story, leave comments or reviews. All your support would be helpful.
I made revisions on the prologue, making Marcus at present 21 years old and Damien 20.
MY BIG THANKS to:
Into the darkness - thank you! You’re the first person to review my story. You made me happy! Yes, don’t worry I will definitely be enjoying completing IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT. I hope you’ve enjoyed this chapter.
Orange-explosion-girl - arigatou gozaimasu for the compliments. I apologize if this chapter wasn’t too long, I will be doing my best to make a longer chapter on the next one. I do hope you’ve enjoyed reading chapter 1.
Minna! So, what do you think??? Leave comments ok?
Godspeed.
~~pero pero
Chapter II: DARK-NESS.
“Sad rose for life because I am already dead
So taste "it" and we will never be alone
I'll take the first bite, yeah, I am Ghost
Say goodnight to you, my darling, my darling.”
~I AM GHOST Pretty people never lie - vampires never really die
I’ve been having an unusual problem in staying awake during the day, strangely only feeling at ease after sunset but that was the least of my worries, what worries me the most is the fact that I could not seem to recall any events prior the time I was here. There is also this other matter, although I don’t feel as bad as I was the first night but I have yet to feel completely well. It had already been a week now since then, he and I have yet to engage longer conversations, this infallible man. Aside from his impassive mundane greetings, he comes in just to bring food, wick or hot water for my bath. I do not know if he have other people working under him, if he had any servants at all I have not met one.
The other night I awkwardly found out his real name, it was heavily pouring outside and I was reluctantly forced to stay indoors. I was beginning to feel suffocated by how redundant everything were, true that everything were incredibly spacious and the garden spread lushly from the view of my veranda with its immaculate well-tended arrays of beautiful flowers and its aromatic scent of tantalizing ambrosia made the long stay bearable, yet I couldn’t do as much than to explore any farther than the confines in this bedchamber. There wasn’t much to expect, when I feel tired all the time.
A gush of relentless wind rattled the pristine glasses that made me tore off my glance, letting it lightly settle to the growing familiar body stepping in from the entrance to my room.
He came in with a leather bound book in his hand. It had looked thick and aged it smelled worn and its pages I guessed if touched would feel as ancient as it looks. I had my eyes warily on those hands, when it reached out placing the book on my lap.
“what is it?” taking the book and running my palm on its cover before flipping it on first page.
“in the dead of the night.” His deep voice placid resounded in my head, making me shrewdly fixate myself on his lips trying to see if he had really spoken those words out loud.
“I had thought you might want to read.” his mouth moved, earning a smile on my lips with the absurdity of my recent thoughts. I let my gaze lazily drift to meet those eyes reflecting the fire from the wick that had seems to dance so scandalously in them giving form into those pools of darkness such liquid silhouettes of two bodies heatedly intertwined.
What happened next was not of my own doing, I had no recollection after. I must have drowned in those surreal blue-gray orbs of his for once again I had awoken with him on my side and I, feeling terribly not myself.
….. liquid silhouettes of two bodies heatedly intertwined. I saw us, this man and I, in it he was my possession both body and soul.
“…Dark.” I had said it almost like question. As soon as the word left my mouth my entire body convulated, heat dissipating throughout so instantaneously my insides spasm sporadically, shaking the very core of my systems. It was as if blue flames were ignited from inside out creating an image of fear, as my body combusted, it shot through my mind like a recovered piece of memory.
It was horrible, my own burned flesh filled my nostrils, I watched in terrifying disbelief the muscles in my hands melting baring the bones, the flames eating out through the sockets of my eyes burning through my nerves taking away the pain with it. It spared not a single square inch of my skin, going to the fascia deeper to the dermis engulfing everything leaving nothing but Darkness about me, if I could have cried, I would have.
“Marcus… Marcus… please…” the voice that I could not deny, this voice that is calling me…was crying… the voice of this man was the same white light from the darkness that was he reminding my soul were it rightfully should be, a chance for me to be reborn as his.
I awoke soaked in the rain held by light and Darkness, the arms on my shoulders trembling, his words breaking in my ears.
“Dark…I’m sorry……” drawing away wanting to see him, a sad smile on my lips. I lifted my finger to trace down those perennial tears.
“….I’m sorry…” I feel so exhausted.
He had tightened the hold on me more an act of desperation than an act of concern sinking his head on nook of my shoulders. I could only close my eyes as I hear him sob, I myself was trembling, completely terrified, wrapping my weak arms on the back of his head, desperately needing the feel of him, seeking life. I could almost not bear it, my own tears falling.
I let him kiss me, placing deep love marks on my neck. I felt his sharp heated fangs scrape on my burning skin, the blood beneath pulsating thickly, he took his time nibbling, gently biting but never piercing, with his sensual tongue he licks every part were his sharp teeth had grazed circling wetness. I arched my neck leaning it away from where his head was granting him more access, I softly moaned under him.
When his lips reached mine, without knowing any reason how or why I surrendered to Dark-ness….
“What happened last night?” a wonder, pain, confusion, all heavily anchored lacking the memory or the ability of comprehending the things that happened.
He had been sitting beside me when I woke up, sitting on an asian cushion chair with embroidered black dragons ascending on gray skies the mahogany dark wood was also engrave with foreign characters. He had looked like a dark angel to me the tinted night-light that streaks on his hair gave the impression of a halo, he is undoubtedly a beautiful man. The sight of him gave a dull ache tugging on my heart.
Silence. Quicken heartbeats.
No answer came from my question, not even evoking any stir from the relaxed body instead…. light snoring escaped his mouth.
He is sleeping. I did not expected but now seeing him asleep his features had lightened, he looks peacefully harmless… here it is again that odd quick heartbeats.
Quicken heartbeats. Silence.
I don’t know why, but my body moved without any thought in my mind. In mere seconds I am kneeling in front of him, spreading out my hand to touch his own ones on his lap. The skin beneath my fingers is soft and pleasantly warm, I let my face lay on his palms suddenly eager for his warmth.
I wasn’t surprised, when I felt him caressing my hair running his hand gently on the back of my head and once again I am lulled back into sleep.
There were no dreams of running. No dreams at all, except comforting Dark-ness.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
Sorry for the delay!
This is my first time to write this type of story, and I was having a hard time gathering my thoughts. I really want this to be worth your time, so I did some research in our library’s old sources. The later chapters will be dealing supernatural themes and I don’t have much experience writing one so I needed help thus the delay. I don’t know now, if I should change the current category to SUPERNATURAL instead of YOUNG ADULT.
What do you think??
Please please review. Your reviews are food for my muse!!!
One more thing, my apologies for failing to make this chapter longer. I tried my best to make one but if I further force to stretch this chapter I don’t think it would turn out like I wanted.
Thank you for the review. -_-; having only received one, still I’m grateful for it. I do hope to hear from you more and to those that had read “in the dead of the night”.
Any interested to be my beta reader?
~pero-pero
CHAPTER III: SELECTIVE MEMORY
It wasn’t long before I found myself sneaking out from the room despite my slow recovery from I have told to be ------ I walked down the marble hallways lined with intimidating dragon, their talons embedded on the pillars they were etched, it would have been dull if not for the black and white dragons winding their bodies on each towering sentinels. The hallways are almost completely bare if not for the Chinese vases meticulously aligned on the path it had characters I could not understand I assume it might be mandarin, haven’t had the tried to study the language. As I walked, I’ve come to reach I presume the center, I notice that the dragons had stretched themselves to congregate on the center of a domed ceiling, painted with vibrant colors of crimson hues to a much lighter red, making the white dragons meeting with the other black dragons clash and seemingly alive.
I stand astounded with its creative beauty.
I hadn’t notice that I might have been standing there for far too long appreciating the masterpiece above me, until my neck started to feel stiff and I decided to move on my little exploration. Everything else in the house, more of a mansion actually was beyond my expectations. I never thought that he was this rich, he had a man built waterfall inside and absurd huge bathing area, I had dip my legs on and immediately would like to one day soak on it noticing that it was tastefully warm there was also an assortment of soaps and bath perfumes. I proceeded less I get tempted and slip in. I decided to head my way back after discovering the area feeling more tired than before, hours must have gone by and didn’t notice that it was time for dinner. I basically plopped down when I hit the bed, I was bit annoyed with my condition that I feel sickly easily drained just by walking around.
Dark, came in just before I thought I’ll be skipping dinner, his presence though has strangely boost my waning energy I sat up smiling at him. He gave smiled back and I feel healthy in oppose awhile back when I somewhat feel like dying.
I haven’t gone into reading the book that he brought somehow I didn’t want to open it less even to want to read it. I know I was acting weird, it didn’t feel right like its not the proper time for it.
“In the dead of the night”
By: Pero-pero
PROLOGUE
Damien Stratford was my bestfriend, enemy and my lover.
We both needed each other so badly that killing a person who even touches anyone of us gets killed by the other. We were magnificently young, restless and beautiful.
My Damien…was exquisite appealing to both men and women, whether it was an adult, a child, rich or poor. He was looked upon to most a God whose beauty comparable to one.
A walking aphrodisiac, lusted, adored, and loved and to them all he was indifferent except to me, Marcus.
I was to him his only friend and he is to me… we respected each other and how people would think of us making respect very important and very much part of our strange relationship. Not one single soul knows that we engaged beyond the boundaries of a normal friendship. We make love in every simple to most subtle of touches, never wasting any chances when we were alone. Sometimes we would only chastely kiss but as time passes kisses became not so innocent anymore, our bodies demanding more… our love making can be aggressive indulging in rough foreplay or slow and teasing before we consummate.
This particular side of our relationship was more than just a well guarded secret that we both agreed, it was something we don’t want others to find out or even get a hint if we are into this sort of relationship. I think, keeping it a secret was also why taking each other and at the same time being outrageously careful is what made it more.. passionate.
I have always known that Damien loved me though he never did said it to me out loud, may be there might be that one occasion which he had but I wasn’t so sure if he really said it.
I could still remember that day so vividly in mind, I was 17 and he had just turned 16. As a birthday present for him, I took us out in one of those city fair held annually.
Damien, for as long as I can remember was easily fascinated with anything that relates to science: inventions, discoveries, including the foreign trades and foreign lands. He was never more serious with this or happier than anything else when his curious or working on something new himself. We had walked and participated all day that before we even knew it the day had turned to night and the fair was closing. We managed to buy books and some other interesting things which I could only wonder how useful it truly were just like the inventors who claimed it was. He had that light blush in his cheeks already inspecting the tiny square gadget he held in between his fingers, called a chip stopping under a lamp post for a better inspection. I couldn’t help but appreciate the fascination reflected in those pair of deep green set eyes of his that had seemed to look greener under the lamp light’s artificial glow. When I noticed strands of hair disturbed by the cold night wind kept falling in front of his eyes, my hand moved naturally to tuck it away. He smiled as I stare down, letting the romance of the night get into our heads.
It was late and the part we’re trekking was seemingly deserted, there were only us and a random stray dog sleeping next to the bench so we allowed ourselves to be a little more affectionate in public. We thought its okay if we indulge in the risk from time to time depending of course it was not so littered with people. The again, today had left us with an extra adventurous mood. There was also slim chances that we’ll be seen. That put aside, and having the feeling he felt exactly the same way, I could hardly keep my hand off after looking at Damien, he has one of the nicest softest skin, pale almost porcelain in its color that had looked even more beautifully fragile under moonlight. I held the back of my hand letting it gently caress his flushed cheeks, its smoothness I have so long ago felt against mine countless of times. When he closed his eyes, my hand found its way to his collarbone I let my eyes settle on his strawberry red moisten lips. I couldn’t help but smile filled with the familiar feelings of racing heartbeats and love. I love Damien so much, sometimes I get overwhelm by knowing he is mine. I had no fears of us and at the back of my mind I knew that one day we would eventually had to deal of coming out but right now, Damien was not ready and I don’t want forcing anything on him.
My arms came around lower, slipping in the small of his waist. I drew him close before inching my face closer to his, brushing my lips to his forehead before lowering and tracing my tongue on the softness of his quivering lips prying him to open his mouth just enough to allow me to fully kiss him.
He deepens our kiss as he wounded his arms on the back of my neck, gently pressing putting more pressure and more physically contact between us.
“Thanks Marcus…for my present.” He whispered breathlessly on my ears after. I could only grin when I felt his stiffness, slightly rubbing it into mine a sign that he wanted to make love. When we arrived at his place we continued were we left off in his room, the room unlike my own was a little cramped with a lot of his things that were mostly books hoarding most of the space, his bed wasn’t too big either made to accommodate one body. Damien have a huge family the third from the children of nine, he has 5 brothers and four sisters the youngest which is only a 3 month old baby boy, named Damon. It was not only when he turned 15 did his parents decided to make a room for his own. The room was dark and quiet when we decided to stumble in almost ripping our clothes from each other we tackled from the small space kissing, sucking, nibbling before removing our clothes then clumsily dropped into his bed. I on the bottom this time and him on the top, we struggle first to get the oil as lube almost falling off from the bed. In the end we had managed a good position, he slid it in so quickly all with perfect ease. I grit my teeth feeling the muscles tightened around me, I observed with pride and watched with lust as my bestfriend maneuvered, sweat dripping down to his flat stomach. Every time he gritted his teeth when he pushed in deeper letting his body bury me completely made the thrusts that followed after harder and faster. I can tell by the way he responded that I’ve hit his prostate, pleased that his equally enjoying our love making as much as I’m losing myself from it. Pleasure and pain heightened our sensation. I sat up, licking his tears off from his eyes and the ones that fell from his cheeks as I pleasured him back with my hand, stroking him, badly wanting to end everything with his satisfaction in mind. The other one hand was lifted together with his buttocks massaging it, liking the feel of motion as it ascends and descends slamming into my thighs. I held him, wanting to feel everything, wanting to hear him make those guttural sounds of sex near my ears, no matter how many times we make love it always seem like our first, starting out clumsily or the last so passionate that we always ended up exhausted.
We kissed hard, muffling our gasps and moans careful not to disturb his family. Although it was hard not to be loud but somehow were getting used to it. He and I both came panting, orgasm were like always incredible. I laid down my head hitting the pillows as he lay heaving on top of me, making small kisses on my chest I can feel his satisfied smile on them. I held him longer, before I place him on my side.
And just faintly… he said those words.
“I love you….Marcus.”
“Damien….me too.” And right after I felt his body relaxed in sleep, unconsciously snuggling closer to me, I followed him to his dreams.
-4 years later-
Yes… that is how it all was then. Damien and I. I never thought he would marry my sister, Charlotte.
Now here I am standing next to him wearing a tux holding my glass of champagne sharing my blessings. Charlotte never looked more radiant or happier and perfect press on Damien’s arms, and him looking just the same. He turns his head to my side with those green eyes of his reflecting me and for the first time, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. It only made me feel more betrayed and confused, extremely hurt with what is happening. It never did cross my mind that he would had want to settle with a real family, to have kids and be a father. If I had, who might have thought he would be marrying my sister. I had always imagined us together forever, but now it was only too much of a farfetched dream.
“For DAMIEN and CHARLOTTE, for a beautiful future together!!!” everyone cheered.
Damien kisses Charlotte. That tore me more than I could ever thought it would, why did I let them convince me to come, of course Charlotte had no idea that there was something between us with her recent husband than me being the bestfriend but Damien, he even asked me to be his best man, saying it is important to him if I agree. How could he even bring himself to ask me for something that much, after all those years. I love him! and I was more than sure he feel the same way but why is he marrying my sister. God.. I rather be somewhere else than stand here as witness of their union and yet all I could idiotically do is cheer, raise my glass in unison with the crowd.
It broke me.
Chapter I: CASTING SHADOWS
“Show me how to understand this.
How could you wound me and feel nothing?
I would not for all the world have wounded you so,
I swear it.”
~ Cry To Heaven by Anne Rice
I never could bring myself to hate him for marrying Charlotte, I guess you can say because it was my sister I rather see her being married to him.
I am alone now in this vast room the cooler rays of moonlight its only illumination, the doors in the veranda I purposely left open letting the night air quietly blew on the translucent curtains.
Are they making love now…
My body half lay on the bed still dressed with the tux Charlotte had picked out for me, I shivered staring on the veranda my skin seeking remembrance from the nights that Damien and I had shared. It was were we first made love under the same moon as it is tonight. The crystal glass I held on my hand felt cold the contents disturbed with my trembling. I could not sleep and I couldn’t intoxicate myself enough to lull me into it either, instead images that I could not stop are played continuously, repeatedly, feelings that I did not welcome forces my senses to remember. I drank the night away, wanting to shut the thoughts of them out.
Are you even holding her like you had always held me, Damien?
I bit my lips as my head unwillingly produce pictures of Damien thrusting inside of her. I seethe, throwing the bottle of wine on the wall unable to control my jealousy. It seems the alcohol only made me lose any self-control left. My mind was blinded with so much of hurt and betrayal that I could not see anyone else except Damien on top of her, Damien kissing her, Damien’s moans on my ears.
“Damien!!!!”
My body led me riding to him knowing the road so well that I could have gone asleep and it wouldn’t even matter. I clutched the reins harder as I kick on the horse urging it to go faster.
Broken. The sky wept. Ignorant. Nothing but a creature of emotions. I fell into the deepest abyss.
I could not remember how exactly I got here, or what I did. When I awoke my head was aching and my body felt as if I had fought myself away from hell and return half dead. I couldn’t make out where I exactly I was except I’m in a dark room, the heavy draperies had shut out any light. I could not tell if it was day or night, just that I feel extremely exhausted that I fell immediately asleep right after.
The next time I opened my eyes, the moon is shrouded with dark clouds and the sky had seemed to be veiled with only darkness, not a star was seen. I search my surroundings for any signs of familiarity but like the last time I could not remember where I was or whose room I was in. My head is not throbbing anymore or my body tired, I don’t know how long I rested.
“good that you are finally awake…” a deep voice came suddenly out from the shadows, I haven’t even notice anyone is with me or anyone come in. The voice had seem to reverberate across the room, it was a deep baritone making me sucked in my breath. I strain my eyes to focus on its source.
The figure of a broad-shouldered man emerge from the darkest corner of the room walking quietly towards me bringing what seem to be an old-fashion lamp with him, he stop near the head of my bed to place it down and light it up letting me inspect him closer.
His hair is long and black as black as the shadows from which he came, it was tied loosely by a silk red lace, perhaps if he is to untie the lace his hair would probably fall at level on his scapula. His face has both asian and western features, japanese narrow eyes, a tall nose just perfect with the frame of his small face, his mouth and slight red lips is shape to seduce it is not too manly or too feminine. Even as a man I can tell that he is handsome.
He is wearing a loose white shirt that shows his collarbone and the length of his neck, that I can’t help but stare, looks so smooth and his skin equally as creamy.
He sat at the side of the bed, bringing the back of his hand to touch my forehead. The coolness from his skin surprised me.
“what are you doing?” I instinctively inch away.
“You had a fever for three days, I’m trying to know if you’re still feverish.” he said, looking stoically at me.
He has frighteningly dark blue-gray eyes.
“oh…” I bowed my head somewhat embarrassed.
“how long have I been here?” I couldn’t shake off the feeling of coolness from his hand.
“today, would be the fourth night.” He sat up from the bed.
“you must be hungry?” and with that he walked away leaving me to stare at his back.
With closer inspection the whole room is spacious everything in it looks completely old-fashioned the furnitures mostly of oak wood the same with the bed, the only thing that stand out was a huge gold-gilded mirror face in front of me and the veranda. For some reason I feel like someone is watching me, I laugh.
“someone is watching me… me!” looking at the mirror, I notice that I’m wearing the same white loose clothes that he had worn the only difference it is a little too big, I don’t have as broad shoulders as he.
The sky has now cleared and the veranda washed with natural light snatched my attention, I tried standing up but sat back when I felt faint.
I heard his footsteps coming then stopping before entering the door, my stomach growled as I smell the tray of food he is carrying. He sat again at the side of my bed and when I realized what he was about to do.
“I can do it. I can eat on my own.” I said flatly trying to avert my eyes. When I didn’t hear any reply, I look up at him. He was impolitely staring, the same emotionless stare.
“what?” I asked, both irritated and uncomfortable.
“just eat.” He actually said those words with a commanding tone.
And before I knew, I was opening my mouth and letting him feed me.
As I finished the last spoonful of soup. He stood up again.
I’m starting to find him mechanical. I found myself staring on his back again, trying to see if he is really winded up. I smiled.
“wait…!” before he step out, I called.
“thank you…” I manage to say, he turns to me with a nod and proceeded to step out from the room and close the door.
My eyes did not left the door for 4-5 seconds after he left.
“well… that was weird.” I whispered to myself.
That night I dreamt of running out of the house and going hunting under a full moon.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
I absolutely love writing this story! I’ll most probably update every once a week. I hope can finish this with not more than 10 chapters or at least 10 chapters or else it would be troublesome for me. Please if you like the story, leave comments or reviews. All your support would be helpful.
I made revisions on the prologue, making Marcus at present 21 years old and Damien 20.
MY BIG THANKS to:
Into the darkness - thank you! You’re the first person to review my story. You made me happy! Yes, don’t worry I will definitely be enjoying completing IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT. I hope you’ve enjoyed this chapter.
Orange-explosion-girl - arigatou gozaimasu for the compliments. I apologize if this chapter wasn’t too long, I will be doing my best to make a longer chapter on the next one. I do hope you’ve enjoyed reading chapter 1.
Minna! So, what do you think??? Leave comments ok?
Godspeed.
~~pero pero
Chapter II: DARK-NESS.
“Sad rose for life because I am already dead
So taste "it" and we will never be alone
I'll take the first bite, yeah, I am Ghost
Say goodnight to you, my darling, my darling.”
~I AM GHOST Pretty people never lie - vampires never really die
I’ve been having an unusual problem in staying awake during the day, strangely only feeling at ease after sunset but that was the least of my worries, what worries me the most is the fact that I could not seem to recall any events prior the time I was here. There is also this other matter, although I don’t feel as bad as I was the first night but I have yet to feel completely well. It had already been a week now since then, he and I have yet to engage longer conversations, this infallible man. Aside from his impassive mundane greetings, he comes in just to bring food, wick or hot water for my bath. I do not know if he have other people working under him, if he had any servants at all I have not met one.
The other night I awkwardly found out his real name, it was heavily pouring outside and I was reluctantly forced to stay indoors. I was beginning to feel suffocated by how redundant everything were, true that everything were incredibly spacious and the garden spread lushly from the view of my veranda with its immaculate well-tended arrays of beautiful flowers and its aromatic scent of tantalizing ambrosia made the long stay bearable, yet I couldn’t do as much than to explore any farther than the confines in this bedchamber. There wasn’t much to expect, when I feel tired all the time.
A gush of relentless wind rattled the pristine glasses that made me tore off my glance, letting it lightly settle to the growing familiar body stepping in from the entrance to my room.
He came in with a leather bound book in his hand. It had looked thick and aged it smelled worn and its pages I guessed if touched would feel as ancient as it looks. I had my eyes warily on those hands, when it reached out placing the book on my lap.
“what is it?” taking the book and running my palm on its cover before flipping it on first page.
“in the dead of the night.” His deep voice placid resounded in my head, making me shrewdly fixate myself on his lips trying to see if he had really spoken those words out loud.
“I had thought you might want to read.” his mouth moved, earning a smile on my lips with the absurdity of my recent thoughts. I let my gaze lazily drift to meet those eyes reflecting the fire from the wick that had seems to dance so scandalously in them giving form into those pools of darkness such liquid silhouettes of two bodies heatedly intertwined.
What happened next was not of my own doing, I had no recollection after. I must have drowned in those surreal blue-gray orbs of his for once again I had awoken with him on my side and I, feeling terribly not myself.
….. liquid silhouettes of two bodies heatedly intertwined. I saw us, this man and I, in it he was my possession both body and soul.
“…Dark.” I had said it almost like question. As soon as the word left my mouth my entire body convulated, heat dissipating throughout so instantaneously my insides spasm sporadically, shaking the very core of my systems. It was as if blue flames were ignited from inside out creating an image of fear, as my body combusted, it shot through my mind like a recovered piece of memory.
It was horrible, my own burned flesh filled my nostrils, I watched in terrifying disbelief the muscles in my hands melting baring the bones, the flames eating out through the sockets of my eyes burning through my nerves taking away the pain with it. It spared not a single square inch of my skin, going to the fascia deeper to the dermis engulfing everything leaving nothing but Darkness about me, if I could have cried, I would have.
“Marcus… Marcus… please…” the voice that I could not deny, this voice that is calling me…was crying… the voice of this man was the same white light from the darkness that was he reminding my soul were it rightfully should be, a chance for me to be reborn as his.
I awoke soaked in the rain held by light and Darkness, the arms on my shoulders trembling, his words breaking in my ears.
“Dark…I’m sorry……” drawing away wanting to see him, a sad smile on my lips. I lifted my finger to trace down those perennial tears.
“….I’m sorry…” I feel so exhausted.
He had tightened the hold on me more an act of desperation than an act of concern sinking his head on nook of my shoulders. I could only close my eyes as I hear him sob, I myself was trembling, completely terrified, wrapping my weak arms on the back of his head, desperately needing the feel of him, seeking life. I could almost not bear it, my own tears falling.
I let him kiss me, placing deep love marks on my neck. I felt his sharp heated fangs scrape on my burning skin, the blood beneath pulsating thickly, he took his time nibbling, gently biting but never piercing, with his sensual tongue he licks every part were his sharp teeth had grazed circling wetness. I arched my neck leaning it away from where his head was granting him more access, I softly moaned under him.
When his lips reached mine, without knowing any reason how or why I surrendered to Dark-ness….
“What happened last night?” a wonder, pain, confusion, all heavily anchored lacking the memory or the ability of comprehending the things that happened.
He had been sitting beside me when I woke up, sitting on an asian cushion chair with embroidered black dragons ascending on gray skies the mahogany dark wood was also engrave with foreign characters. He had looked like a dark angel to me the tinted night-light that streaks on his hair gave the impression of a halo, he is undoubtedly a beautiful man. The sight of him gave a dull ache tugging on my heart.
Silence. Quicken heartbeats.
No answer came from my question, not even evoking any stir from the relaxed body instead…. light snoring escaped his mouth.
He is sleeping. I did not expected but now seeing him asleep his features had lightened, he looks peacefully harmless… here it is again that odd quick heartbeats.
Quicken heartbeats. Silence.
I don’t know why, but my body moved without any thought in my mind. In mere seconds I am kneeling in front of him, spreading out my hand to touch his own ones on his lap. The skin beneath my fingers is soft and pleasantly warm, I let my face lay on his palms suddenly eager for his warmth.
I wasn’t surprised, when I felt him caressing my hair running his hand gently on the back of my head and once again I am lulled back into sleep.
There were no dreams of running. No dreams at all, except comforting Dark-ness.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
Sorry for the delay!
This is my first time to write this type of story, and I was having a hard time gathering my thoughts. I really want this to be worth your time, so I did some research in our library’s old sources. The later chapters will be dealing supernatural themes and I don’t have much experience writing one so I needed help thus the delay. I don’t know now, if I should change the current category to SUPERNATURAL instead of YOUNG ADULT.
What do you think??
Please please review. Your reviews are food for my muse!!!
One more thing, my apologies for failing to make this chapter longer. I tried my best to make one but if I further force to stretch this chapter I don’t think it would turn out like I wanted.
Thank you for the review. -_-; having only received one, still I’m grateful for it. I do hope to hear from you more and to those that had read “in the dead of the night”.
Any interested to be my beta reader?
~pero-pero
CHAPTER III: SELECTIVE MEMORY
It wasn’t long before I found myself sneaking out from the room despite my slow recovery from I have told to be ------ I walked down the marble hallways lined with intimidating dragon, their talons embedded on the pillars they were etched, it would have been dull if not for the black and white dragons winding their bodies on each towering sentinels. The hallways are almost completely bare if not for the Chinese vases meticulously aligned on the path it had characters I could not understand I assume it might be mandarin, haven’t had the tried to study the language. As I walked, I’ve come to reach I presume the center, I notice that the dragons had stretched themselves to congregate on the center of a domed ceiling, painted with vibrant colors of crimson hues to a much lighter red, making the white dragons meeting with the other black dragons clash and seemingly alive.
I stand astounded with its creative beauty.
I hadn’t notice that I might have been standing there for far too long appreciating the masterpiece above me, until my neck started to feel stiff and I decided to move on my little exploration. Everything else in the house, more of a mansion actually was beyond my expectations. I never thought that he was this rich, he had a man built waterfall inside and absurd huge bathing area, I had dip my legs on and immediately would like to one day soak on it noticing that it was tastefully warm there was also an assortment of soaps and bath perfumes. I proceeded less I get tempted and slip in. I decided to head my way back after discovering the area feeling more tired than before, hours must have gone by and didn’t notice that it was time for dinner. I basically plopped down when I hit the bed, I was bit annoyed with my condition that I feel sickly easily drained just by walking around.
Dark, came in just before I thought I’ll be skipping dinner, his presence though has strangely boost my waning energy I sat up smiling at him. He gave smiled back and I feel healthy in oppose awhile back when I somewhat feel like dying.
I haven’t gone into reading the book that he brought somehow I didn’t want to open it less even to want to read it. I know I was acting weird, it didn’t feel right like its not the proper time for it.