by Charlie Tran
"They still have my blood in them, okay? They're my kids. Our kids."
"But..."
Another kiss to silence me. And I was able to kiss him back this time, desperate. Searching for that spark of trust and faith I wanted to put into him. I needed Liam to love me, and I needed to love him in return, not fear him like I did in my old relationship.
I ran my hands up his neck and into his hair, grasping at the strands with tightly closed fists to keep him there, to keep him kissing me so he couldn't walk away. His own hands snaked down from my shoulders to grip my waist and my swollen stomach, suddenly lifting me as he began to rise again, now standing completely.
"I love you," he repeated through his kisses, walking forward and pressing me against the wall as I tightly wrapped my legs around his hips to keep myself supported.
"Promise?" I asked him, finally breaking for air and grabbing my sweat pants, stretching out the elastic band to awkwardly pull it down to my knees. I needed him, I was desperate for that reassurance that he wanted to be mine. And I would be his.
"I promise. I love you. I won't leave. I love you," he kept saying, pressing me a bit harder to the wall to balance me there and not drop me to the floor as he reached for the buckle of his belt. He undid it, his pants sliding to the ground. I could already feel him pressing against the bottom of my bare thighs, his manhood stiff and slick at the tip.
"I trust you," I told him. Both in this, and in general. I would, I could. I had to believe it. He's been there for me no matter how bad things got between his brother and I, and he would continue to do so. Maybe, just maybe, the past would stay there, and I could move on. I could live in the present.
He spat into his open palm, moving it down his cock, the sounds of him slicking it wet was so loud when there was no one else around, even with the background noises of everyone outside enjoying the festival. It was just me and him here, and no one else to ruin it.
It was slick, sufficiently moistened as he moved his hips forward, grasping onto my hips once again to keep me elevated, and it didn't feel horrid, or painful once he slipped closer to my entrance.
Liam was so gentle, something I'd never experienced before, each roll of his hips moving him closer inside, then just as rhythmically did it slowly begin to enter. I winced, but not out of fear of getting hurt, but at the pleasure of it. Actual pleasure for me, not just for him, as he too winced, his smirk faltering for a moment once he sighed. With the final roll of his hips, he pressed him all the way inside.
I leaned my head forward, resting it against his shoulder and holding onto him for dear life as he gave short, tender thrusts, driving himself inside repeatedly. I started to swerve my hips around on him, enjoying the grunts that he gave in response.
No more thoughts of all the horrible things that could go wrong, no more thoughts about the past, now. I could only enjoy this, here, staying so present in the moment we were sharing between us. There was no question left in my mind about his intentions with how he handled me, taking me and pressing into me while he tilted his head to softly kiss my neck.
"You don't know how long I've wanted this," he whispered, rubbing my back up and down, soothing me as he eased my doubts until there were no qualms remaining. I wanted to scream, cry, and plead for him to stay like this with me forever as I rode on the waves of desire that lifted me higher and higher. Every pump of him inside me bringing me to even greater heights, enough for me to let loose and moan loudly, not scared of some employee coming to interrupt our copulation. Maybe he needed me as much as I needed him, now. I hadn't realized it before.
"Oh, Liam," I breathed softly, his name like honey in my mouth, the taste so sweet that it was near unbearable. This is what I had been missing, this new experience of joyful pleasure, of sensuality felt... beautiful. He was perfect to me right now, and a perfection I never thought I could attain. The perfect partner, his loyalty given in every thrust into me, until I could take it no longer, until it became so difficult to hold back anymore I could no longer say his name and he could no longer continue whispering sweet nothings. The tickle of his breath faded into warm puffs of air as he panted, driving into me harder as his needs became overwhelming.
I finished first, gasping as I held onto him so tightly I was sure I would have left bruises were it not for his supernatural nature. My legs now warm and covered in my own seed, my walls squeezing around him as I came. His body shook, his shoulders heaving slightly with another grunt as his movements stilled and our dancing came to a halt, the final act of making love coming to a close as he started to swell inside of me. Before he could become stuck, he pulled out, making a mess of my rear as I felt his hot, sticky seed shoot onto my flesh.
I could stay like this forever. I really could have. Were it not for the knock at the door that immediately followed.
"Who's in there?! Unlock the door!" a woman shouted as she banged against the outside of the tiny mobile room, jangling at the handle of the door. Liam and I shared a glance, laughing as he gently placed me back onto my feet. After we quickly redressed, he offered me an arm, which I took, still floating in that blissful uncaring cloud as he finally unlocked the door to let the woman in.
"Oh, hey," he said suddenly, "The bartender, right?"
"I am. And you were a customer. Not an employee. What are you doing in here?"
"Leaving." He nodded, bidding her goodbye as he led me out of the room, her eyes still on us in suspicion as we made our way out into the festival once again. And I couldn't care less, not of her stares, or the stares of other people watching us walk out of the 'employee-only' break room.
Even now. He was the only thing on my mind.
Chapter 8
Oliver
"Do you really want to carve more pumpkins? I think there's enough jack-o-lanterns to scare away any spirits from coming in the house." Liam laughed as he held me close against him. I stared at the few uncarved tiny pumpkins placed onto the counter, resting next to the carving tools.
"I guess not. You're ferocious enough to scare them away too," I smiled, giving him a squeeze in return, carefully adjusting myself against him as we watched TV. There was a marathon of old horror movies. Cult classics were my favorite during the Halloween season, and he didn't mind watching the old black and white films with me, either.
"Wow, you're getting pretty strong, aren't you?" he teased.
"I don't feel like it," I admitted, "Actually, I feel kind of weak." I wasn't sure if it was the vampiric children draining me of all energy, or if that was just a typical thing when it came to pregnancy.
"Because you're around me? Do I make you weak in the knees?" He kept on poking fun at me, but I didn't mind it. I leaned my head back, inviting him in for a kiss of which he obliged, pressing quick pecks to my lips and the five points of success: forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips.
"I'll never get tired of kissing you," Liam said as he finally pulled away, still staring down at me as I remained held in his arms, enjoying his hug despite the coldness his undead body put off. "And I won't tire of kissing our children when they come, either."
His hands slid down, gripping my slightly exposed stomach. None of my regular shirts or hoodies fit me properly anymore. They constantly left a bit of my lower stomach exposed. And that flesh was always susceptible to his wandering hands.
"I'm actually excited too. It's only a couple more weeks and then they'll be here. I'm kind of nervous about it," I said. Liam adjusted his position, leaning me down to rest my head in his lap as he stared down at me.
"I don't think you should be. Doctor Geoffrey has delivered hundreds and hundreds of vampire children before. This shouldn't be any different."
"But what about my problem..." I hadn't been taking iron pills regularly, but I had been trying to eat as much organ meat as possible. Even though I absolutely detested liver and onions, it was the best thing for me.
"You seem to be doing fine, even the nurse said your iron is getting better, don't think about it. I'm not wo
rried."
"You're not?"
"Of course not, you're in good hands here. And your appetite has been on the up and up, so don't give it too much thought."
"All right, I trust you," I told him, pouting out my lips, ready for another kiss. He laughed at my advances, pressing a kiss to two fingers and pressing it to my lips instead.
"Are you sure you're ready to be a father? To twins, no less?" I asked, snuggling my face closer to his lower stomach. He liked to go shirtless at home, and I wasn't complaining. It meant I got to have more time staring at his abs.
"I am. Speaking of, when are we going to start getting baby things? Cribs, diapers, all the usual stuff."
"After we can finally settle on names." I stuck my tongue out at him. We'd been stuck between what we would call the twins, but Liam Jr. was a certainty for one of them. Chris, Evan, Shia, so many names we just could not agree on. When I tried to just go with whatever he wanted, he refused. Deciding that we had to both like a name, instead of me just giving in and choosing whatever it was he wanted.
"We should go to the library and find a baby name book, huh? I bet we'll find tons of names to choose from."
"I don't want to think about that right now, it's giving me a headache." I smiled, pressing a few fluttering kisses to his lower stomach and enjoying his hissing reaction to the feeling. Truthfully, I really was having a horrible oncoming headache. I had been having them more often lately, but I just attributed it to the pregnancy.
"Hey, don't do that. You're gonna turn me into a beast," he gently flicked my nose, which only made me want kiss him there more.
"What if I want you to?" It was my turn to tease him, sticking my tongue out again, only this time taking the time to drag it slowly along the skin underneath his navel, satisfied when his flesh pricked up into goosebumps.
"You're so evil," he groaned. But he liked it enough to not push my head away as I continued to lap at his bare flesh, pressing feather light kisses onto the prickly skin. Already I could feel him, and his sweatpants didn't hide anything, either. Before he could protest, not that I thought he would, I was already dipping my hands into his sweatpants and underneath his boxers through the open fly in the front. His hips lifted up, allowing me to tug down his pants just enough for me to pull his manhood free.
At first, I felt a little hesitant at what I should do. I wanted to make him feel good, but I'd never done this before, and I hoped whatever I did didn't reflect my lack of skills in this department.
Tentatively, I moved my face closer, still resting my head on his lap to place kisses up the length of it, kissing the thick vein that ran underneath the member to where it stopped just underneath the head. I looked up at him as I flicked my tongue out to lap at the space between the tip and the shaft, watching for his reaction. His eyes were closed, fangs digging into his lower lip. It must have felt good then... So I kept on. Lapping around the head, lulling my tongue out to the eye of his cock before dipping my head low again to suck along it. He was starting to swell so soon. Was it really feeling that good for him?
I decided to stop my teasing and wrapped my lips around the top of it, placing both of my hands on top of one another to grab the rest that I couldn't get in my mouth and moving them up and down with each bob of my head. As I sucked on him, all I could think of was how I was able to fit all of this inside me before during the festival. He was so well-endowed, I was surprised he hadn't totally broken me in half.
Suddenly I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding my head now up and down, unable to keep his hips still now, lifting them slightly from the couch with every downward dip of my head. And I was unable to take as much in as he wanted me to.
"Fuck, Ollie," he moaned. His eyes still shut, but his fangs totally exposed and bared as he kept guiding my head up and down until he exploded in my mouth, almost out of nowhere. I hadn't been going at it for more than a few minutes, and already I could feel his seed start to spill down my throat, making me gag. He released me as soon as I started to try and pull off of him, placing my hands to my lips and standing up.
"Sorry about that," he said with a coy grin.
I got up and rushed to the bathroom, spitting out the mouthful I'd taken right into the sink. It was a lot more than I had been expecting, and the fact I nearly choked on it reflected that. With the faucet running, I shoved my mouth underneath the steady stream of water, rinsing it out and gargling. Once I felt sufficiently clean, I dried off my lips and face with a paper towel, trying to shake off that dizzy spell that was coming on again. I wasn't sure which was worse, the headache or this.
"You all right in there?" Liam called out from the living room.
"Y-yeah. I'm coming," I replied, taking my time now to return to him. I was needing to use the walls as support at this point, because everything was really starting to spin. Uncontrollably so, actually. What was happening?
"You don't look so good," he said once I finally made it out into the living room. I tried to offer a smile, but all it did was make me feel even dizzier than before.
"Oliver?"
I couldn't say anything back. Usually when I said I was spiraling, it meant I was in my own thoughts and negativity. But now I felt like I was spiraling for real. The room started to spin, faster, and yet somehow it felt like I was moving in slow motion.
"Oliver?!"
It was like being trapped in a tornado, and I couldn't take it anymore. All I heard was the sound of Liam jumping up from the couch, and him shouting my name. The floor rushed toward my face. A blink, and I was on the ground. Another blink, and suddenly Liam was rolling me onto my side. I stared at the small flecks of black and orange confetti that had been missed last time we cleaned up the house. The pain of hitting the ground wasn't felt, and even the sound of my lover's voice began to drown out by the sound of thumping from my heartbeat in my ears. And that was it. Nothing more.
How pretty it looked, I thought, slowly moving a hand out across the carpet to grab one of the tiny orange pumpkin pieces of confetti that shined like glitter. But before I could think about anything else, it faded away to darkness. Everything turned to black.
Chapter 9
Liam
I paced back and forth, hands on my hips and trying to keep myself calm. Doctor Geoffrey normally didn't take patients so close to sunrise, nor keep people around for observation, but he was gracious enough to help us out. I had no idea what more we could do. I couldn't take him to a human hospital without them probably wanting to run experiments on him. But the clinic in our vampire township was just far too small and unequipped to deal with serious situations.
"I don't know what I'm going to do," Geoffrey mumbled to Eric, who looked absolutely exhausted while bouncing a baby on his hip. I felt bad that they had to bring their child when they should be at home enjoying time together as a family.
"I'm not sure either, Geoffrey. We don't have anything to do it," Eric continued, their child wouldn't stop crying. Poor thing probably wanted to take a nap.
"Mind giving us some space, for just a moment?" The nurse turned to me, giving a pleading look. I wasn't sure if that meant they were going to discuss something dire between them before breaking the bad news to me or what, but I obliged. With a nod, I stepped out of the exam room and shut the door behind me, taking to pacing up and down that hallway instead.
Did I do something that could have hurt him? There was no way a blow job could have fucked him up that badly. He was breathing, so it's not like he passed out from choking. Oliver was just unconscious, and nothing was waking him up. I'd never seen him look so pale before, it was eerie.
What if he wasn't ever going to wake up? I was actually scared. What was going to happen to our kids while he was in such a state? Would they be all right, or was this going to affect them? What if they needed to be taken out while he was still passed out?
I balled up my hands, sinking the tips of my sharp nails into my palms to find something else to focus on. The tiny bit of pain was a bit dist
racting, but I couldn't stop imagining the worst happening to Oliver. He had to be all right. He had to be okay.
After several long minutes alone in the hallway, Doctor Geoffrey stepped out, gently shutting the door behind him with a sigh as he stared up at me in concern.
"What is it? What's going on?" I asked, feeling desperate. The look on his face was disconcerting, and only made me expect the worse. He hesitated, clenching his jaw as if he was trying to think of how to word it, how he would break the news to me that Oliver wasn't going to wake up.
"Well?!" I pressed on, feeling something akin to rage began to build in my gut.
"Well..." Geoffrey said, taking another deep breath, "I'm sorry to say but this isn't good. He hasn't been getting enough iron in his system. I thought you two were going to stay on top of that."
"It's not my fault! I tried to make him food and make him take his pills, and up until today he had been looking fine. Just a few headaches, but nothing major."
"Do you see how pale he is? Do you really think he looks fine?" He contested, staring me straight in the eyes. Almost challenging me.
"So we fucked up. We should have paid more attention to it, but what does that mean for him? What's going to happen to our children?"
"Liam, sir, I'm not sure you understand what this means as a first time father. A human body can only stand so much, they are not like us. You've told me you haven't been a vampire for a long time and it shows."
"What does that have to do with any of this?" There was no reason for this disrespect, or for him to insult me. Yeah, I didn't know everything about being a vampire yet, but I could still remember what it was like to be human, unlike him. I could still remember how fragile it felt to be human. The fear of illness, the constant fear of death.
"Because pregnancy with vampiric children is still depleting him of blood and of iron. Just because he's unconscious doesn't mean your kids aren't still feeding on him, and his vitals are continuing to drop in the meantime."