The usual disclaimers apply. This story is fictional, of course. This is my first submission. I attempted to create a full novel with a complete plot. I have over 12 chapters written so far and will post more if there is interest.
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Chapter 9
The next morning Sean found himself without his Max again. The bed felt empty without the boy. The man quickly used the bathroom and dressed. As he made his way down to the kitchen he noticed how quiet the house was. He saw Esme cooking and it smelled delicious.
When the woman handed a plate of food to Sean she said simply, "They went to Portland."
Sean knew that he couldn't be with Max every second of every day, but he still couldn't help the empty feeling inside him, the food helped a little.
"Try not to worry about Max, that boy is a survivor." Esme said as they cleaned up the dishes together.
"I worry regardless; he was captured after all, somehow." Sean said as he dried his plate.
"They watched him, humans, and chained him with silver." Esme said, recounting Max's story. "We are rather allergic to silver," Esme laughed, "I know, cliche as it is."
"That's what the lock was made out of," Sean said, realizing finally the reason it had been so easy to get to Max."
"And the cage," Esme added saddened. "It was a miracle you found him, Halloween is only a day away."
"I have a feeling this Volturi won't give up," Sean said, sitting in the living room with Esme.
"No, not at all." Esme sighed, "They are... rather patient."
"So what's the plan?"
"Not for me to decide, those older and wiser will help decide." The woman paused briefly, "Max is very special to us. And he has chosen you, that's what matters the most."
After a solid 10 minutes of silence as both were lost in thought, Sean finally asked what other weaknesses they have.
"Fire, another cliche I know, but deadly. And the animal teeth of the clan we have a treaty with. That's all as far as I know."
Sean nodded, and looked at the fireplace. Esme laughed, "Only if we're the logs."
After another few minutes of silence Sean asked when the group would be back.
"Max will be back before Halloween, he promised. He wanted to be with you." Esme smiled.
"I wonder if he's ever been trick-or-treating..." Sean pondered, "Maybe he could dress up as Dracula."
Esme laughed heartily at that imagining the boy in a cape and plastic fangs. "That would be precious."
"Does anyone know your secret?" Sean asked suddenly.
"I could count on one hand those that do, or at least suspect. Bella's father for one. Her mother remains mercifully ignorant. Though they are getting on in years now. Bella is still dealing with the aging of her family; it is the first difficult part of being immortal." Esme said, "She has Edward and her daughter though, which brings light into those dark places."
Sean had already heard the remarkable story that brought Renesme into the world. He marveled at the strength of Bella and wished he could have that same strength for Max. His feelings for the boy he met a month ago ran to his very soul. How he had stood up to Ester, helped the stranger in the alley, and survived the horror that was his cage never strayed far from Sean's thoughts. He nodded in agreement to the woman's words.
"I don't deserve him," Sean said simply. From his time in the system he was bombarded with the message that he was a monster. Several times he pondered suicide to escape the pain, but held onto hope that he might find a shred of happiness someday. Though nothing could have prepared him for what he was now experiencing.
"You saved him, loved him, and held him. His last partner did not handle this life well and we all feared for Max. It was a blessing that his life be spared while that of his partner was not. We all feared Max would follow the man into the spiral of depression. At the end, he wouldn't even touch Max."
That would explain why the boy kept so close to him, Sean thought. That first night when Max cuddled up next to him must have been the most vulnerable the boy had been in many years. Had Sean rejected him the past few days would have gone much different. Sean was incapable of rejecting the boy, so it must have been fate that bought them together. How he couldn't help but fear for the boy who was more than capable of protecting himself.
The day passed slowly and the night was difficult for Sean. He had quickly adjusted to sleeping with Max by him and the bed felt cold and empty as a restless sleep finally took over. His dreams would be flashes of good and bad. Maxes face, a pale boy in a cage, the cage with bloody shoes. Sean jerked awake at the image of Max's face with blood-red eyes. He used the restroom to wash his face. He padded down to the kitchen for a drink in just his briefs. After pouring some milk he was startled by the sight of Esme standing at a large window staring out into the night's inky blackness.
The house was dark, lit only by a razor thin crescent moon and the stars. Sean glanced at the clock on the stove and saw it was 3:30am. Sean broke the silence, "Couldn't sleep either?"
"We don't sleep," Esme said her cool breath unable to form fog on the window she was by.
Sean thought of all the times he thought Max was sleeping; the little imp was faking it.
"Max likes to be next to you, he likes to watch you sleep. He had to pretend before you were told our secret." Esme said into the nights void.
"I rather enjoy sleep, er... most of the time." Sean said, remembering some of the nightmares that had broken his slumber.
"We can rest. It is a sort of calming meditative state. If held long enough it can turn into a sort of hibernation." Esme said, finally turning toward the man in briefs.
Sean blushed but refused to cover himself.
"Why are you up at this hour?" Esme said. "Dreams?"
"Yeah, flashes, some bad." Sean took a drink of the milk, it was a habit formed from his mother.
"Tell me," Esme said. She was keen to know if the man had a glimmer of what Alice had.
"Well... er... the one that woke me was seeing Max's face, only he had red eyes. And fangs." Sean said, rather embarrassed.
Esme nodded. It seemed like a standard nightmare. The pair spent the next two minutes glancing out the large window. As the moon sank behind the tree line Sean said he should head back to bed. Thankfully the rest of the night was mercifully peaceful.
When Sean opened his eyes several hours later he was looking at Max's smiling face. "I must be dreaming," Sean said. He saw Max's gold eyes twinkle.
"Not dreaming," Max said, "I came back as fast as I could."
Sean reached out and pulled the boy close to him and kissed his soft lips. "I missed you," the man said. "I was worried you'd get hurt."
"Not a chance," Max said.
"How'd it go?"
"We got all but one, he eluded us somehow," Max sighed.
"What next?" Sean whispered.
"I'm not sure," Max answered.
The pair kissed again and soon Sean felt a cool hand slip under his briefs and on his engorged organ. He moaned softly into the kiss and quickly found Max's own erection; the boy was naked under the covers. Sean kissed down Max's body and quickly engulfed the boy's organ, pulling back the foreskin with his lips.
Max needed this; he wanted it with every fiber of his being. No woman had ever wanted to touch him. He was so happy with Sean that he felt like he was glowing. He held onto Sean's hands and the man stimulated him.
Sean tongued the cool erection expertly, bringing Max to the brink several times and soon had the boy begging for release. He quickened his pace and Max quickly fell over the cliff into the blissful abyss.
"Oooooohhhh," Max moaned as the first shot hit the back of Sean's throat. Sean was now used to the amount of fluid the boy produced and quickly swallowed. His mind hummed as he found his mouth full again with the second shot from the boy. The shots were not the quick ones he produced but came out almost in a stream. The first couple rounds were always the largest; Sean guessed them to be at least two or three ounces. Every one caused his mind to thrum with clarity. After the boy produced five more impressive rounds he slumped on the bed, after swallowing Sean made his way up the boy's sculpted body again and the pair kissed deeply.
It took Max five minutes to recover from his powerful orgasm. He had to have the man inside him and so he kissed down Sean's body. He coaxed each of the man's nipples with his tongue until each was hard. After passing Sean's bellybutton he grabbed the man's briefs and pulled them off quickly. Sean's six inches bounced with the man's heartbeat as Max consumed half the organ. Sean moaned softly as he was stimulated. The two of them were as comfortable as any two lovers could be.
Max could taste the salty fluid the man produced as he made sure it was wet enough. He wanted Sean to be like him and not need this step to enter him. Max was content with this step, however, and savored the man's taste; to him it was better than blood.
After Max pulled off the organ he lay on his back, pulling Sean onto him. The man quickly put the engorged head of his penis at the boy's entrance and pushed gently. He knew he didn't need to ask anymore. In one slow and steady push he embedded all he had inside the boy. Both moaned as the organ entered Max's cool tunnel. Sean was looking into Max's eyes and couldn't help but kiss the boy that gripped him.
Sean started thrusting slowly, still amazed at the sensations he was getting. Max's body gripped him tightly when he pulled back and seemed to open to him when he pushed back in. Max had his legs spread wide as he held his knees. He wanted Sean to get as far inside him as possible. He could feel the heat from the organ that filled him.
For his part, Sean wanted to last longer this time than he was able to previously. Passion like this should not be hastened. He kissed Max deeply as he thrust in and out, his organ pushing on the button inside the boy's small body. Each time the head of his penis clipped the boy's gland Max would moan. Max was hard again, his penis bouncing in time with Sean's thrusts.
Sean could feel himself approaching his orgasm so he pushed all he had inside Max and stopped to ebb the coming tide. He leaned down and kissed the boy again and flexed his organ. After less than a minute he continued see-sawing into Max. The boy's body would move with every push. It didn't take long for Sean to near the turning point so he pushed all the way in and stopped again.
Max was overjoyed that Sean was trying to last longer. He wanted the man to stay inside him forever. His body was electrified as he squeezed the organ inside him. Sweat was forming on Sean's forehead and a single drip fell as the man started thrusting again. The stimulation Max was experiencing was pushing him to a second climax; he couldn't remember the last time he'd climaxed twice in a day.
Sean was now taking long thrusts into Max. He'd pull out until just the head was left inside and then push all the way back into the boy. Max's body responded quickly and he was thrown into another orgasm. The miniature penis throbbed as the first spasm hit and the stream of fluid covered the boy's face and chest. The second load added to the puddles.
Sean was already at the cliff when Max's orgasm hit. The boy's body gripped him in an impossible tightness which threw the man off the cliff into his own abyss. He pushed as hard as he could into Max and squirted. His orgasm was so powerful his body jerked in rapid mini thrusts as he unloaded six times. As he was injecting Max with his fluid the boy was being covered by his own. Sean was amazed at the sight, the fluid wasn't white and milky but completely clear; it reflected light in a subtle rainbow. It looked like water that has an oily sheen, but thicker like a pudding. Though, Sean couldn't think very deeply on it as he squirted into Max's bottom. Each spasm the boy experienced produced another stream of fluid and another squeeze on Sean's organ. After Sean's sixth round was fired into Max his body was spent, Max fired off one more round onto himself, the fluid was now puddled on him so deeply that it was running off on all sides.
Sean remained inside Max for another minute before pulling his shrinking organ out. He was able to see Max's anus close behind his withdrawal, seemingly unaffected by the invasion it just experienced. He wondered briefly if that was a result of Max's vampirism. He quickly lay next to Max trying to lick up the fluid that covered the small body. His mind hummed with life as he drank what he could.
Sean finally worked up the courage to ask Max about the fluid he produced.
"Before I was turned I could shoot a little bit, nothing really. After I was turned it became what you see. I think it is supposed to help us feed, sort of makes the victim more compliant or something."
"I can see that, it certainly has power over the mind." Sean then smiled as he added, "I can't get enough."
Max smiled back and the pair held one another for 20 minutes before another word was spoken.
Sean broke the silence finally when he asked, "Ever been trick-or-treating?"
Max laughed and said, "No, why?"
"I think you and I should go out tonight," Sean said. "Be a kid for once. It would be a new experience for you! That obviously is hard to find."
Max didn't think it would be all that fun but could see Sean wanted to so he finally relented. "What would I dress up as?" he asked.
"Anything you want. Dracula would be perfect and very ironic, it's up to you."
Max groaned, "The cape and everything? Could be fun, sure, I'll go as a vampire."
Sean laughed, "The one day you can tell people you're a vampire and not have problems."
The two lovers finally crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom where they shared a hot shower. Both were so spent that nothing overly sexual took place, though each washed the other. Sean even allowed Max to shave his face and pubic area. After dressing they walked to the kitchen as Sean was extremely hungry. Max left to get a costume and returned so soon Sean understood vampires were very fast. Esme had gone to hunt and so Sean and Max spent the day enjoying the company of the other.
As darkness fell Sean drove Max who was in full costume. The boy looked adorable in his cape and plastic teeth, which he told Sean wouldn't last very long. The venom he produced would quickly destroy the plastic. Max even had a plastic pumpkin to put the treats.
Esme was elated when Max appeared in full costume and had to take a photo. Max was patient but uncomfortable with the attention. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so undignified.
Soon enough Sean was walking the neighborhoods with Max. The streets were full of kids running door-to-door who quickly formed clusters of little monsters. Max found himself among a mummy, fairy, pirate, and one poor child who claimed he was a transformer, though the cardboard costume showed it was most likely a home-made hand-me-down.
For a few brief moments Max actually seemed like all the other kids. He would run up to a door and yell "Trick or treat". Sean spoke to some of the other parents, presenting himself as Max's father. After about two hours the group finally broke up and went home. On the way to the Cullen home Max found another boy and gave him what candy he had collected.
"So did you have fun?" Sean asked as the pair walked hand-in-hand.
"Yeah," Max answered. "Thanks for talking me into it."
The pair didn't notice the four figures following them as they were lost in conversation. The figures were wearing black hooded cloaks and were soon within a couple paces of their target.
Max suddenly stopped and turned toward the figures.
"I see you found another pet," one of the figures said. Sean turned and felt a sudden dread. The figure took a small step toward them.
"Take another step," Max said, "and you will never see tomorrow."
"I think not," the figure said, "Unless you want your new pet to be in pieces."
Max felt his phone vibrate and knew something was about to happen. "You'd be ash before you moved."
"Not all of us are susceptible to your little trick," the figure said.
Before Sean could even blink he felt like he was kicked hard in the chest, the gun shot rang in his ears as he was tossed off his feet. He looked at Max who was standing by a pile of ashes. In the next second Sean felt the large bones in his legs break which caused his mind to be overcome with pain. He passed out as he felt the heat from a nearby fire warm his face.
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Authors note:
While I hate reading them, I do love a good cliffhanger!
As you might have already guessed this story is meant to be a continuation of the Twilight series. I felt the canon had left potential for more and felt a boy love plot would fit nicely. All original characters of Twilight are copyright Stephanie Meyer. I tried my best to remain faithful to her characters.
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