find us weird? I mean, the whole us being lovers thing?”
“No. Wel maybe Doyle does, but you can’t help who you
love, as Charm has told us so many times. I know I’ve never
wanted anyone as much as I’ve wanted you. Why do you
ask?”
“I was just wondering if we would stil have felt the same
way if these dreams hadn’t pushed us into this relationship.
I final y get what you were trying to tel me the other week.”
Christian looked stunned. “You think we’re here now
because of the dreams?” Christian took a deep breath and
continued. “I already told you that I don’t remember ever
being gay and you told me you weren’t. I never was
attracted to another man before. I asked you once before if
you thought this was wrong and you told me no. What
changed your mind? Have you changed your mind?”
“I haven’t real y changed my mind, I have just been
thinking about it lately. Don’t get me wrong — I love being
with you, I have just been mul ing things over. Take the way
you fed me. Chris, you must have realised it would have
been easier for you to just force my mouth over the wound
you had given the girl or fed me the way Doyle did, yet you
chose to do it the way you did because you though it more
fun, and then you let me share your bed.” Michael gently
stroked Christian’s back. “You touched me in my sleep, and
on the first night I woke up here you held me in your arms.
You came to me in the attic,” he ended softly.
“And I kissed you first.”
“What? When?” Michael chuckled as he remembered
the night they had come out to the family, “I think you have it
backwards, babe.”
“Wel maybe,” Christian laughed and snuggled closer.
“What about you?”
Rol ing onto his side, Michael kissed Christian’s cheek.
“I wasn’t gay either. Wel , I didn’t used to think I was,”
Michael said. “But you just seemed to be so near, fil ing me
with your scent, driving me to distraction. You made this
way of life bearable for me.” Michael chuckled. “And the
first time I was aware of kissing you, was after you stood up
to Kerr for me. But you were asleep when I kissed you,”
Michael admitted shyly.
“If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t be here, you would be at
home, maybe introducing a girlfriend to your family, the way
it’s meant to be, or you would be out on a proper date with
Gena and not getting grounded,” Christian said archly.
Lying there, Michael thought about Gena, wondering if it
was true. “Maybe. But maybe if I had met you when I was
human… I think I would have stil been attracted to you.
Even being human, I always felt something was missing,
and now here with you I feel complete. I feel whole. Does
any of this make sense?”
They lay there silent for a very long time. Michael had
thought Christian had fal en asleep, so he softly kissed the
top of his head and Christian turned his face to meet his
lips.
§ § § §
Sebastian had been walking around with a smile al day.
He had been informed this morning the Eldren had begun
on making the changes within Christian. He didn’t know
how and he didn’t care. Just as long as whatever they did
caused Christian as much pain as possible. He even
grinned brightly at the bitch as they passed each other
during the day. He loved knowing his good mood confused
her.
§ § § §
It had been almost two weeks since Michael had
discovered the truth about his creator. With every day that
passed Michael felt a little guiltier, knowing Christian was
wil ing to al ow him the use of his body over and over again
when he knew Christian believed it wasn’t real, that it was
some sort of spel . Also, Michael knew Christian was
adamant that even if the dreams told them he was to be
Michael’s first true love, it somehow wasn’t going to last,
and that hurt deep down inside. He got the feeling Christian
was already planning for them to break up.
Today Michael knew they should be helping the others
with the research. He just wished his need for Christian
would begin to settle because these urges were going to
be the death of him — yet another reason Christian had
begun thinking and talking about what was to come.
Pushing it al from his mind, Michael stretched his body
out beside Christian on the bed. He had his leg hooked
over Christian and he was amazed at how much he could
get turned on just by Christian kissing him. It was almost as
if Christian was a drug for him, something he needed as
much as possible with no thought to any consequences
which might fol ow.
But best of al , Christian had a way of using his fingertips
to drive Michael wild and crazy with lust. It had gotten to the
point where they could hardly touch each other outside of
their bedroom without wanting to rip each other’s clothes
off. This feeling of want was so strong that he wondered if it
had been the same for the others. If so, how long would the
feeling would last? Even though he wanted to know he was
too embarrassed to ask anyone.
Slowly, Michael manoeuvred himself until he lay directly
over Christian and stared into his eyes. As Christian locked
his legs around his thighs, Michael couldn’t stop the groan
from fal ing from his lips. It was such a powerful feeling,
knowing Christian needed him.
“Do you want me?” Michael asked in between kisses.
“Always!” Christian lifted his face toward Michael, his
mouth seeking Michael’s throat. Michael began his slow
rhythm, thankful Christian was mostly stretched from their
earlier lovemaking. It crossed his mind how the others
could walk in on them at any moment, yet somehow he
couldn’t bring himself to care. They were supposed to be
searching through the attic for any information on Sebastian
they could find. They had only made it as far as the bed.
Panting, Michael held tightly onto the rails in the bed
head as his momentum built inside him. His back arched
as Christian dug his fingers into his flesh. “You’re so
beautiful, so goddamn beautiful,” Michael whispered.
Pul ing Christian’s lower lip into his mouth, he began
sucking gently before moving on to his tongue. Michael had
discovered one week ago this one little thing was so erotic
for Christian. Shivers raced along Michael’s spine as he
enjoyed the feeling of Christian groaning in pleasure
beneath him.
It was intoxicating when Christian held him tighter and
Michael began to slow his movements. Michael knew
Christian always hated the ending, as it meant being apart
for but a few minutes, and he always complained how it
was torture for him. The good thing was that now he was a
vampire he didn’t have to wait long between bouts of sex.
The bad thing was that vampires had great hearing so the
rest of the house would know exactly what they were doing.
“You have ruined me. You know that, don’t you?”
Christian mumbled breathlessly. “We’l never get through
sorting out this damn attic.” Sitting up, he kissed Michael
who was stil straddling him. “Is it my turn now?”
“No.” Instead Michael lifted himself only enough as he
al owed Christian entry. This time his pace was more
precise and he held Christian’s face so their gazes were
locked. They had had so much sex in the last couple of
hours that stretching was no longer needed and Michael’s
body hummed at the sensation of Christian fil ing him.
“Fuck.” Michael loved how Christian’s hands sat lightly
on his waist as if guiding him with every movement, their
bodies were so attuned to each other knowing exactly just
what touch the other needed.
“Are you enjoying this?” Michael panted, staring down
into his lover’s eyes.
“Very much so. You would not believe how good this
feels to me.” Christian moaned again, and al Michael could
do was rock deeper into him, giving Christian as much
pleasure as possible.
Letting go of his face, Michael al owed Christian to lie
back on his elbows. Using his forearms, Michael held
himself slightly aloft as Christian planted his feet on the bed
and began to drive himself up into Michael’s welcoming
body.
“Are you enjoying this?” Christian asked, one hand
resting on his thigh. The movement was driving him insane;
he needed more. Laying back on the bed, Christian thrust
up into him, begging to be al owed to go faster. Michael
wouldn’t al ow it.
“Yes, I’m enjoying it, and no I won’t go faster.”
Deliberately keeping his rhythm slow, drawing it out,
Michael moved Christian’s hand until it was wrapped
around his rock-hard cock. Holding Christian’s hand in
position, Michael set the pace so they moved in unison.
Then he slowed even further and his own body moved in
sync with Christian’s as he pul ed his lover up into a sitting
position.
It felt so good and Christian wrapped his free arm
around Michael’s back, his other was stil busy. Closing his
eyes in concentration as every thrust and pul brought them
both closer to the edge, Michael knew they were close.
Fal ing over the edge of their pleasure Christian cried out
Michael’s name as he came, squeezing gently as Michael’s
warmth once again flowed between them.
“You turn me on so damn much that sometimes I find it
very hard to think coherently,” Michael breathed.
“Ditto!” Christian panted, before wrapping both his arms
around Michael. “Don’t!” Christian demanded as Michael
went to move. “I just need this for now.”
Panting slightly, Michael lowered his mouth to Christian’s
knowing exactly what Christian meant. The gentle
movement of their kissing was enough to let Christian
orgasm again before they were both satisfied enough to
part.
The only thing they had real y found in their search was
the photo of Sebastian. There were just too many boxes to
go through and honestly they didn’t have a clue what they
were looking for. Or maybe it was just because every few
minutes they felt the need to caress each other or to stop
for a lingering kiss. It was hard to fight their bodies’ urges.
This made the whole “something out there was pushing
them together” theory seem true, because the craving just
could not be natural.
CHAPTER TEN
Damn the consequences
Scratching his head in amusement, Christian sat back
and watched in awe as Gypsy once again took over the
household for the weekend. To Christian it seemed like she
was staying at their house more than at her own and
Michael absolutely loved every minute of it. Today on this
latest visit that they discovered exactly what ful sunlight
could do to them. It al happened so fast that it seemed
almost impossible to believe.
Watching the others joking around in the kitchen
Christian realised the dynamics of the house was changing.
Gypsy was so vibrant and ful of life and Kerr just loved
taking the piss out of her. Kerr couldn’t help teasing her
every chance he got. Why the hel were they arguing about
girls not climbing trees?
Slamming her chair back, Gypsy yel ed, “Oh yeah? I wil
show you,” and headed out into the backyard.
Standing up Christian watched through the window with
the others as Gypsy went outside to prove she could climb
to the top of the damn tree, no matter what Kerr said about
her being too much of a girly girl. Michael was in the middle
of them al grumbling about just how idiotic his twin was and
how he got al the brains in the duo. His heart just about
stopped — again — as Gypsy lost her hold on the tree and
fel when she was no more than half way up. The family
watched in horror as her cries died out; she hit so many
branches on her way down before final y finding the ground.
She was lying there, unmoving, and panic set in. Before
anybody could even think enough to stop him, Doyle raced
out to help her.
“Doyle, no!” Christian watched as Michael made a grab
for Doyle and missed.
One minute Doyle was there and the next he was
completely and utterly gone.
Chaos erupted in the kitchen Kerr had dropped to his
knees howling in pain, while Charm screamed. Michael
stood in what seemed to be in shock. But Christian wasn’t
sure if Michael’s reaction was over his sister fal ing or
Doyle disappearing and somehow that just didn’t sit right
with Christian. If he stil had a heartbeat Christian knew it
would have stopped beating in fright, and he didn’t know if
the feeling was for Gypsy or Doyle. For some reason losing
either of them would hurt like hel . He breathed a sigh of
relief as Gypsy yelped as she was lifted into the air, then
began giggling through her renewed curses as she was
carried toward the house. The moment Doyle walked into
the shadows he slowly reappeared, and the world seemed
to start turning again. Doyle was hugging her tightly to his
chest and laughing as Gypsy planted a sloppy kiss on his
cheek. Again, Christian’s heart lurched. What the hel was
up with that?
This new discovery stunned them, and each of them took
turns walking out into the sun to test it out for themselves. It
had felt amazing.
“I’l be able to watch the sunrise.” Charm smiled
beatifical y at Christian.
Gypsy had clapped and marvel ed how her new family
were al superheroes. She’d wanted to know al about them
and was more than a little pissed when they put her off.
Turning away from her crankine
ss Christian bit his lip to
keep from laughing as Gypsy forced Doyle to carry her to
Michael’s room so she could sulk in peace.
“Even at twenty-fricken’-two she is known to pout with the
best of them,” Michael said as they watched Doyle carry
Gypsy from the room.
After about an hour Christian and Michael went and sat
in the bedroom to talk to Gypsy. There were a few things
they needed her to understand before she went home.
Things she would never be able to tel anyone.
“Knock-knock, can we come in?” Christian asked as he
stuck his head into their room, he quickly averted his eyes
so he wouldn’t laugh when he saw she was stil pouting and
stil very much pissed off.
“I don’t see why not — it’s your room after al . By al
means some in, sit down, and don’t tel me what’s going
on,” she said in mock formality.
“Gyps, stop being a drama queen. There is only room for
one of those in the family and we al know it’s me,” Michael
said as he flopped on the bed beside her.
Exhaling loudly, she rol ed her eyes. “Fine, what the hel
do you want?”
Christian walked over and sat on the bed on the other
side of Gypsy. He took her hand within his own and studied
her as he thought about what he was going to say. Or, more
to the point, how he was going to say it.
“Gypsy, I need you to promise me that what you saw
today wil remain a secret. I mean you can’t even tel your
parents.”
“Like I am real y going to tel my mum that you al can
disappear. What do you think I am? I tel Mum and Dad
something like that and they would have the men in the little
white coats lock me away.” Christian could see that she
looked hurt.
“Gyps, Chris is just making sure that you don’t blab,
because if you do it could cause a great deal of hurt to
everyone that lives in this house as wel as for Mum and
Dad. If Mum and Dad ever find out about what you know
then I would have to leave and I would never be able to see
them again.”
As they talked Christian felt Gypsy’s grasp tighten in his.
Reaching out with his other hand, he brushed the tear away
which was slowly making its way down her face. “None of
us want that to happen, love. So we need you to promise
that what you see in this house stays in this house,” he said