Addicted to The Night

Enraptured by the Night





In the process of waking, I realize my surroundings are different. Very different. I pull the blankets up to my shoulders because I was still naked from last night and I was shivering cold. The air was heavy and musty. It smells a bit like my lover. I wonder if he’s the one who brought me here. Obviously. I search for him with my hands, my eyes still closed, half asleep. I find myself alone in this soft plush bed. Wallowing in it’s comfort. It has to be velvet, it’s so smooth and lavish.



All of a sudden I feel eyes on me. Like two lazer beams burning holes in my skin. Burning with hatred. And I’m afraid.



I open my eyes to see the elegant setting. Rich colors. Luxurious fabrics. Old-fashioned chandeliers lighting up every corner of the room. Except for the entrance where he stands. Looking at him, I felt fear. Dark shadows enveloped him, hiding him from my view. But the light from the chandeliers was enough to illuminate his eyes. Those dark piercing eyes. His facial features were revealed as he stepped forward about an inch. His brown hair falling into his face and framing it. His strong jaw line set in a frown.



“Who are you?”



“You need not know who I am”, he said softly and with a distinguished French accent.



I swallowed hard to prevent the chills from traveling down my spine.

“Where is Mika?”



“Mikhail is resting.”



I got a strange feeling that something was wrong. It pained me to think something bad happened to my love.



“Who are you and where is my love?!” I yelled at him frantically trying to understand where I was through a few context clues.



“Don’t be frightened. My name is Etienne Michel Renaud and I would never hurt your Mika. He is an old soul. He prefers not to sleep in his bed.”



I was becoming uncomfortable and uneasy thinking about why Mika was not with me.

“Where is Mika and where are my clothes?”



“I assume I will have to dress you in my clothes.”



“I’d feel more comfortable in Mika’s.”



“Fine. I’ll be back.” He leaves the room without excusing himself.

Some of my fears were lessened when I realized this had to be where Mika lived. Of course, it’s morning but there are no windows. No sunlight coming in. This man must be a vampire too. Although I know Mika would not harm me, I’m not sure if his “friend” would show me the same respect. I need to find my love.



I wrap myself in the blanket and get up. I look in Mika’s armoire and find some pants. We’re about the same size, so they almost fit. I slip on a gauzy white shirt and leave the room quietly to find Mika. I look in another room where there is another bed and armoire but the bed is empty. Down the hall is a beautiful craved wood door. It’s fancy and medieval in design.



Something tells me that this is the right door so I open it slowly, not because I’m trying to be quiet but because it’s awfully heavy. Inside I find two rows of coffins, two coffins per row. They were skillfully hand-crafted. Black with thin gold accents. All were partially opened except one. I walk over with almost no fear, realizing this oned myd my lover. I reach out for latch, when:



“What do you think you’re doing? He’s resting do not disturb him.”



I open the latch anyway.



“You’ll regret that.”



I lift open the coffin lid, and am greeted by the sleeping form of my beautiful Mika. His hands crossed on top of his chest.



“Stupid mortal.”



I turn to look at the angry vampire when I feel an icy cold hand at my throat. It’s cutting off my air. I turn back to my lover and notice his hand gripping my neck and slowly killing me. But his eyes are still closed.



“Mii…kaa…” I fought with the words, trying to make them audible.



His eyes fling open as I was close to breathing my last. He relinquished his grasp on my neck, and I gasped for air. I could see his eyes watering as I look up. He reaches out his hand to stroke my hair. “I’m so sorry, angel.”



He sits up and wraps me in his arms.

“Are you o.k., love?”



I slowly regain my composure as he rubs my back affectionately. My breathing becomes more regular so I answer: “I’ll be fine.”



“I’m sorry, love. But you must never open a vampire’s coffin when he’s sleeping. It’s an unspoken rule among vampire’s. So when our lid is opened, we attack because it is assumed to be and intruder. I’m sorry. Etienne should have warned you.”



His eyes dart across the room and focus on my “watcher”.



“He didn’t give me time, m’lord.”



“No, I’m sorry. I should’ve let you sleep but I was just scared and I wanted a familiar face.”



“I’m sorry, Aidan. Etienne is not a very comforting presence. I should’ve been there with you but I’m just not comfortable in here.”



“Why are we here anyway, Mika? I mean, why did you bring me here?”



“You said you wanted me to turn you. I want you to understand what you’d be in for.”



“You’re lucky I don’t have to go into the office today.”



Mika gets that look in his eye that he has when he’s scheming. He wraps his one arm firmly around my back. “Mika, whatever you’re thinking, just don’t.”



He grabs the back of my thigh with his free hand. He holds tight to me and begins pulling me up and into the coffin. “Mika no!”



“Yes!”



He gets me all the way in and on top of him. He laughs at me and I fake pout at him.



“Oh please. I’m leaving.”

I turn to see the back of Etienne’s retreating form.



“What’s his problem?”



“He wants me but he can’t have me.”



“Yes, you’re all mine.” I declare patting his chest.



He wraps his fingers around my chin and pulls my face down to his.

“Yes, and you mine.” He gives me a light kiss on the lips and continues: “Now, you have me in quite the compromising position. I think you should take advantage.”



“Should I?”



He rolls his eyes at me. “Yes, now please.”

“So, I assume you have something for me.”

He digs into the silky lining of the coffin and produces and bottle of hand lotion. “Always prepared, aren’t you?”



“Well, you’re not the only one I’ve lured back to my lair. But you are the only one I’ve shared my coffin with. It’s my private personal space and one person may share it with me.”



“Your lover?”



“My soulmate. The only one I could stand to share my life with. Or my death in this case.”



“How do you want me, Mika?”



“Exactly as you are.”



“On top?” Mika pushes his groan up and it touches my ass. I give him a sly smirk as I realize what he wants to do with me. “Then ride you I shall.”



I quickly remove the top I snagged from Mika’s armoire. Setting it behind me, so it didn’t fall out of the coffin and onto the floor. I reach down and unbutton Mika’s shirt while he rubs his hands all over my exposed skin. He hisses as our skin touches, like it was the most incredible sensation he ever felt.



He played with the band of my –his- pants and run a finger along the inside, barely touching the head of my semi-hard member, making it even harder. I pushed the sides of his shirt down as far as I could. He refused to move an inch so I had to improvise, by keeping the shirt on his arms. I lean down and lap at his chest like a kitten and he moans his approval.



He starts to get a little impatient pulling at my pants. “Mm, Aidan love, take these off please.” I sit up and look naughtily into his eyes. I have to play it up just for his enjoyment. So, I decide to give him a show, just to get him riled up. I slowly undo the button, biting my lip to avoiding moaning just from the simple pleasure of seeing him look hungrily at my body. I want him to eat me. I want him to bite. I want him to make me his forever and sire me.



I undo the zipper, agonizingly slow. And his eyebrows furrow together is disappointment. Disappointed because I’m taking so long and torturing him. I leisurely shimmy out of the pants. Pulling them off leg by leg, and before I even finish he wraps his hand around my pulsing dick.



“Undo mine, please. Now! And don’t do what you just did, or I might have to return the favor.”



“You wouldn’t?”



“Karma’s a bitch, love.”



So, I do as he says pulling off his pants but at a considerably faster rate than how I ridded myself of mine. He was very pleased with my obedience and rewards me accordingly, stroking my swollen cock.



I straddle his hips and grab the bottle off of him. I pour a nice big dab of lotion intohandhand and wrap that hand around Mika’s painfully hard member. I take my time rubbing the lotion on him dragging out the motions just for him. I just love the way he groans. The way it vibrates in his stomach, rumbles in his throat, and escapes out his lips. It’s so incredibly sexy.



I take my hand off his dick and reach behind my back to get myself ready. “Wait, Aidan. Let me.”



Mika grabs the bottle from me, squeezes a little onto his two fingers, and reaches between my spread legs. I feel his cold, wet fingertips at my entrance and gently push through the barrier of my tight puckered flesh. It takes me a few seconds to adjust then I pushed down onto his hand to shove it in further. He keeps pushing up as I push down and he hits my prostate.



“Ah! Miiikaaa!”



He pushed his fingers up into me once more hitting my sweet spot yet again, then quickly removing them. As I recovered from my last jolt of pleasure he lowered me down onto his penis. The head pushed through gently and painfully. I had to spread my legs a bit more to accommodate Mika large dick. Luckily, his coffin was spacious enough to move about freely. I repositioned myself and starting sit back onto him again.



As I sat on him, fully impaled, getting used to with length, I got excited as he bared his fangs, hissing through his teeth. It’s been a week since he last bit me and I was feeling rather deprived. “Mika.” I couldn’t find the words so I just gestured to him rubbing my hand over the flesh of my neck and shoulder.



“Wait, angel. I’ll do that soon enough.”



I smile thinking of the day he’ll finally turn me, while I pull up, illiciting a deep animalistic growl from my lover. “I can’t wait. I’m so impatient.” I add another downward thrust tnctunctuate my words. “Ahhh. Bee Patiennnt, love.” I’m quite pleased with my position; able to give myself incredible pleasure while torturing my lover. I would probably get off on that simple fact. It was rare that I had the ability to manipulate Mika so I milked it for all it was worth.



“Mika, you will turn me won’t you?”

“Of course, love. Now please…” I pull up again before he can get the words out.



“Tomorrow?”



“God, Aidan. Yes, tomorrow. We feed tomorrow, so yes tomorrow. Please, just concentrate…” I sit back down impaling myself on him again, hitting my prostate with such force that I scream out as it made contact. Well, there goes my idea of torturing him. I need to get off and quickly.



I began pulling down and pushing down, working into a specific rhythm that worked for both me and him. Before long, I’m full on riding my beautiful love with his hands firmly griping my hips, helping me go even faster.



Mika pulled himself up to hold me close as we realized we were both near to our inevitable climax. “Ahh, Aidan…angel. Mmm…I love you.”



“Ah! Love you too.” He smothered my words with a heated kiss.



“I don’t know how…ahh, how I lived without you. Ah! I won’t do that…again.”



“Oh, Mika!” With one final thrust I had reached may max, letting all my cum splatter all over my lover. I collapsed onto Mika, making him hold up my weight. “Come for me, my love.” I managed to whisper into his ear. And as if on cue I felt his release inside of me.



He laid us back down as we recovered from our unbelievable high. He rubbed his hands all up and down my clammy flesh. Soothing myself as well as himself.



“Tomorrow, angel. I promise you.” And he kissed my forehead lightly before drifting into a peaceful sleep.