Where the Night Meets the Day

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I woke up to a little love note on my pillow. Yos said that he had to get up early so he could get to work. My apartment is farther from the café than his apartment so he had to give himself a little more time to walk. I was hoping to wake up while he was getting ready but I slept right through it.

I was missing him already. There was an empty spot on the bed where he should be. It felt like he was supposed to be there. I had gotten used to an empty spot for some time now that is became just more room to sprawl out. But now that someone else has occupied that spot it just feels like a void when he’s not there. I hugged the pillow to my face and breathed in the smell of my Yos. This wasn’t helping me.



I contemplated going down to the café to surprise him but I didn’t want to seem too eager. The relationship is still so fresh that I didn’t want to screw it up by being overbearing. Instead I tired to think of things that I could do to pass the time. Something constructive.

After I take a shower I will clean up. Mom gets out of work at 4 and I’d call her then. But Yos gets back at 3. So, my agenda is shower, eat, clean, and wait for my baby boy then squeeze in some mom time after I give my boy some lovin’. Ok, having sexual thoughts while thinking of my mother is no good. Take shower now, think later.



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I heard someone at the door while I was cleaning. I must’ve lost track of time. I got all excited when the door opened, but it was just Ashleigh. “Oh, it’s just you.” I said dejectedly.



“Is that you’re new way of saying hi?” She raised an eyebrow at me causing ugly lines to crease on her pretty olive-colored face. Such an unattractive face for such a pretty girl.



“No, I’m just waiting for Yos to get back.”



“I see. You’re upset to find a beautiful girl and not a beautiful boy.”



“No, I’m still glad to see you. I guess I’m a little disappointed, but you’ll do. I’ll just fuck ya from behind and pretend you have a dick.”



“Oh, such a sweet talker.” She said rather sarcastically.



We sat down on the couch and with that familiar glint in her lovely green eyes, I knew she wanted nothing but girl talk. Simple, straight to the point, smutty, gossipy girl talk. I don’t see her too much so we had to play catch up. “Ok, give me all the dirt. You fuck ‘im yet?”



Ha. Same old Ashleigh.



“Yes. And it’s amazing. He’s so fucking beautiful.”



“I’m gonna have to meet him.” She said, pulling her black and purple hair over her one shoulder dramatically.



We gossiped a little and bullshitted a lot more about relationships. We spent about 10 minutes talking before she absolutely had to go. She grabbed some things from her room and off she went. I never realize how much I missed her until I see her and I get all excited. We used to hang out all the time. She was and always will be my best fag hag. So beautiful and fucking hilarious. Alas, the independent film industry has snagged my precious Ashleigh and enslaved her.



I returned to my cleaning and silently begged for Yos to come back soon. I had grown even lonelier now that Ashleigh has come and gone.



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I listened to my Richard Hell CD while I cleaned in the bedroom. I didn’t want to have to worry about my vinyl, especially when I’m not close by to keep it from scratching. I was putting some new sheets on the bed while I sang along with Richard.



“Too young to drink and too smart to think…”



I stopped dead in my tracks when I felt two firm hands on my hips. Then his body pressed up against my back. I turned my head and he devoured me. His tongue darted into my mouth and the two danced together, sliding, rolling, embracing. He let go to roam my body, so I took the opportunity to turn around and face him.



His eyes were wide with passion and his blue irises seemed darker than normal. His lips were practically red from kissing and he looked even more gorgeous, if that was possible.



“How was work, honey?”



He smiled as he roughly shoved me back onto the bed. He took his shirt off and joined me on the bed. “It was fine,” he said straddling my hips. “But I missed you.”



I absently traced the cherry tattoo on his hip, laughing. “Well, obviously.”



He inched his fingers under my shirt and continued talking. “I was thinking about getting my belly button pierced.”



“That’d be hot.” He pulled my shirt up and I figured I’d play along. “What if I got my tongue pierced, like you?”



“Mm, very hot.”

I pulled my shirt off and he continued with our little piecing flirtation. “Oh, I think I’d rather get my nipples pierced.” He said, so I started teasing his nipples.

“That’s sexy. I would have fun with that. Lots of fun.”



“So would I.” He moaned as he rubbed his crotch against mine.

I decided to push it a little further. “What would you say if I got my dick pierced?”



Yos stopped and looked me straight in the eye, biting his lip. He moaned and I almost came in my pants when he started touching himself. “I would say, how long until I can ride it? I couldn’t even imagine how incredible that would feel. For both of us. Baby, if you did that…mind-blowing sex, definitely.”



I wasn’t really being serious about it but now I was really considering it. Mind-blowing sex for both involved? Sounds good to me.



“Well, we should go get pierced together then. It could be like a date.” I said unzipping his pants and working my hand inside. I wrapped my hand around his thick, weeping cock and he thrust into my hand as I stroked it.



“Yes” was all he could manage to say. Obviously our little talk got him all worked up.



I held onto his thigh and wriggled down a bit until he was positioned over my chest. I propped myself up on my elbow and wrapped my lips around Josef’s throbbing cock. He gasped and immediately laced his fingers through my hair.



My one hand still holding onto his thigh and the other was cupping his balls as I eagerly sucked on him. He started lightly thrusting into my mouth. He was moaning wildly and it sounded so beautiful, so erotic. I felt my cock twitch but I didn’t care.

His balls tightened in my grasp and I knew he would be coming soon. He gripped my hair a bit tighter and his thrusts were a bit rougher. I felt the tremorring in his legs and with a simple scream that sounded a lot like my name, he came forcefully into my mouth. He calmed down a bit and leant down, practically sitting on my stomach and wrapping his arms around my shoulders as he kissed the side of my face. I rubbed his back up and down to comfort him.



“Bravo.”



Yos quickly got off of me and scrambled up the bed to cover himself with a pillow when he heard the female voice. I looked up at Ashleigh, a bit upset about her spying on us and curious as to why she came back.



“You were excellent, Shea. Great show.”



“Ashleigh, what the fuck?”



“Well, the door was open.”



“No, why are you even here? Twice in one day?”



“I forgot some things. You should feel lucky that it was me who caught you. My assistant volunteered to come but I figured something like this might happen since you said you were waiting for him. Hi, I’m Ashleigh. I live here too…sometimes.”

“I’m sorry that you had to meet like this.” I apologized to Yos, even though it was my dick that was hanging out.



“Yea, I didn’t quite want your first impression of me to be that half naked guy having sex with your roommate.”



“Don’t worry, doll,” she comforted him. “I only saw your ass and that was certainly not a bad impression,” she joked.



“And anyways, I’m the one that’s naked,” I pointed out.

“Oh, that thing. That’s nothing new. Seen it before.” She was always great at breaking the tension in the room. “Well, now that I ruined your little sex fest I will be leaving. Nice to finally meet you, Yos.”



“Um, yea. Same here.”



“Wow, that was convincing…Bye boys.”



She walked out and left me and Yos to stare at each other a little uncomfortably. “I’m sorry that she’s so nosy…I didn’t expect her to come back so soon. Are you ok, hun?”



“Yea, I was just a little surprised, is all.”



“So, what do you think?” I tried to change the topic, by taking my cock in my hand and starting our old discussion. “Prince Albert or fronem?”



“Mmm, definitely fronem.”



“Well, I’m still hard as a rock. What do ya say?”



With a playful little smirk, Yos crawled back over and straddled my hips again. I sat up and pressed our lips together. I pulled him back while we were still kissing so I was lying on my back and I was closer to the bedside table. I was able to grab the lube and just barely got a condom without him noticing. I rolled him over, so he was on his back and I was on top of him. I was able to pull off his pants without too much difficulty. But mine were a different story.



I rolled back over onto my back and pulled of my own jeans. Yos got up and straddled my hips again, “Gimme that,” he said pointing to the lube. I handed it to him but he still wasn’t satisfied. “I need that too.” So I reached over and handed him the condom.



He proceeded to roll the condom onto my stiff cock. And he started rubbing the lube on me, drawing out the motion just to get me going. Did it ever. He went to put more lube on his finger but I couldn’t let him do that. “Let me do that, honey. Please, this is one of my favorite parts.”



So he reluctantly grabbed my hand and spread some lube on my two fingers. I pushed my one finger inside him slowly, waiting for him to give me the go ahead to go in all the way. It wasn’t long before I had two and then three fingers inside him. I was having fun driving my fingers into him that I almost didn’t notice his pleas of “stop” “I want your cock”.



I pulled my fingers out and he proceeded to do the work for me, placing the head of my cock at his entrance. He began lowering himself onto me and very slowly. He paused when I felt the tip breach his hole. He took a deep breath and tried to push down on it a little more but soon stopped again. It couldn’t have been too bad though because he lubed me up really well and when he stopped pushing down I could feel myself slipping into him. I think he was just reveling in the power he had over me.



When he sat down completely on my lap, his eyes connected with mine and I saw a little smirk dance across his face. Yes, he was definitely getting off on how in control he was. I grabbed a hold of his hips and helped him pull up. I rested his palms on the flat of my stomach and used it to anchor himself. He pushed back down on me faster then he had pulled up. The friction plus the force at which he hit his prostate, almost caused him to fall over. It was a good thing I had a firm hold on his hips.



He looked so beautiful all flushed and blissful. I sat up, I couldn’t stay away from him. He just pulled me in with his little noises and facial expressions. He kissed me briefly and placed his hands on my shoulders and used them to keep his balance.



He got better and faster at pulling up and pushing back down on me, even though it was obviously tiring. The sweat was dripping off him in steady beads. I helped him out, using my hands on his hips to pull him up and down. He was obviously starting to get very tired very quickly although he seemed to be enjoying himself.



“Would you like a break, honey?”



Yos bit his lip, weighing his decision carefully. “Yes.” He finally said defeatedly.



As soon as the word came out of his mouth I flipped him over onto his back, and promptly re-entered him. He liked my powerful thrusts and arched his back off the bed. He let out several sweet moans, and practically sang out my name as I rolled my hips into him.



He grabbed for me, trying to get to get my attention. I had my eyes half-closed and just lost myself in the motion and the feelings of driving my cock inside him. I opened my eyes all the way when I felt his hands gripping at my hips.

“Sheaa… I-I…”



He couldn’t get a full thought out before he was coming all over his stomach. One more thrust into him, while he muscles tightened, and I was coming too. I felt his body shivering under my touch and I ran my hands over his body to calm him down, although I felt my own body trembling after my orgasm.



I pulled out and disposed of my condom before lying down with him. I planted a kiss on his cheek and he turned his head to look me in the eyes. He smiled at me and moved in closer to kiss my lips. He curled up against me and I ran my hands through his hair while we rested.

***



After dinner Yos and I sat on the couch and watched some TV. He looked over at me and I couldn’t help myself. Everytime I look at him I just want to kiss him and hold him and make love to him. We started making out a bit ignoring the TV, so we didn’t really notice when the TV went off.



Yos and I pulled apart as large gust of wind came through the window. We were shocked to find a woman standing there. She was dressed in all black clothing and a long leather jacket that almost looked like a cape. Her white blond hair and pale skin contrasted drastically with her clothes. She looked like she was 18 but the way she held herself made her seem older. Her presence, though startling, was eerily soothing.



Yos reacted quickly. Almost throwing his body in front of mine to act as a human shield. I loved him and thought him a fool in the same moment for thinking of my safety first.



“Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing here? And how…?”



Her expression changed from serious to cheerful, as a wide smile spread across her face. She almost looked like she was going to cry.



“My God, it’s uncanny. I can’t believe it.” Her voice was slightly accented, probably German.



Yos was not satisfied with this. “Excuse me! Answer the questions please!”



She walked over to us. “I knew your uncle, Sheamus. I loved him very much.” She sat down on the coffee table in front of us and Yos seemed calmer, sitting back and draped his arm over my shoulders. “Oh, and you have to be… You just look…” She started crying what appeared to be tears of joy.



“Who are you?” I asked eagerly.



“I am Ingrid. I was talking with your parents and they told me you were eager to learn about your uncle and what really happened. They told me not to be shocked by the similarities but I am. You look just like Aidan.”



I got excited when the light bulb clicked on in my brain. “You’re the girl my uncle wrote about in his journal! Oh god, what happened? What happened to my uncle?”



I was literally on the edge of my seat as I waited to her the story. I gripped Yos’ knee to control my excitement. She took a deep breath and looked serious again. “The journal ended with Master Mika ready to kill that loathsome Etienne, correct?”



I nodded furiously and urged her to continue. “Well, I stood by and and watched as Mika grew with rage for Etienne. He had a spike in his hand, ready to do what he should’ve done a century before. Etienne was petrified. Aidan ran out and joined Mika, as he told Etienne that he knew how he had set those men up to rape Aidan. And Etienne pleaded with him saying that he did it for love of his master. Mika lost it.”



She tensed up a bit and tried to keep her emotions in check as she continued. “In doing so, he lost control of the situation and Etienne swiped the spike from Mika’s hand and lunged at your uncle. Mika tried to pull Etienne off.”



Her eyes filled with tears and my heart sank. I knew what was coming and I wasn’t really ready for it. “When he pulled Etienne off of Aidan… the spike was already firmly planted in his heart. He fought for breath and Mikhail fell to his knees by Aidan’s side.”



Her voice was shaky but she continued. “He said, ‘Aidan, you can’t die, my love. This is forever. I promised you.’ Aidan managed to say that he loved Mika very much before he passed. Master collapsed and wept into his hair. He pulled the spike out and faced Etienne, he was still sitting over your uncle. He looked up at Etienne and said, ‘how could you do this to me?! This is the love of my life. My lover. My everything. HE completed me. He made me whole… and without him, I am nothing.’ He took the spike and forcefully shoved in into his heart. Collapsing onto his lover’s body.”



I was so overcome with sadness. I was stunned. The glimmer of hope I held that my uncle might still be alive was shattered. I had only one thing to ask. “And this monster is still walking the earth?!!” I convulsed as I broke down and started crying. Yos grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. I cried into his chest as she answered me.



“No, he does not. He removed the spike from Master’s chest and took his own heart as well… I don’t know what came over me, perhaps it was just adrenalin. But I pulled both Master and Aidan to the coffin that they shared. I placed them side by side and buried them in the back of our old lair. Later I burned Etienne’s body in anger to make sure the bastard was dead. I even made them a headstone. I could take you to see it”



“That’s nice.” I smiled weakly. “What did it say?”



Aidan D. Brodie and Mikhail Y. Kostya. 1991. Buried together because lovers should never be separated in life or death.”



“It’s beautiful.”



“I craved it myself.”



“Wait a second!” Yos snapped at her. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Mikhail Kostya?”



“Yes, that’s right.”



“No, it can’t be. That’s just too weird.”
I was getting scared. Yos was acting strange and I didn’t know why.



“Mikhail Yevgheni Kostya. I knew it as soon as I saw you. You look exactly like him.” She smiled at him.



“Your uncle and my prahdehd, my great great grandfather. They were lovers?”



“Soulmates, actually.” She corrected him.



He shook his head. “No, this can’t be true!” He shouted.



She sighed and patiently tried to comfort him. “I found this picture that I took. It was always stashed in Aidan’s journal. He treasured it so much. He always told me that. It was a picture of the tow of them.”



We looked at her in disbelief. “Yea, I know, that stupid myth. It’s ridiculous really. Just because were dead doesn’t mean you can’t see our reflection. We still have physical bodies. We’re not ghosts. Anyway, I took a picture of them while were sleeping in bed. I’ve carried it all these years since it was the only thing I had to remind me of them.”



She pulled out a photograph from the breast pocket of her jacket. It was hardly creased, and obviously aging a bit. I took it from her and looked at it. Uncle Aidan and his Mika lying on their sides, cuddled together, blankets pulled up to their torsos. Mika was behind Uncle Aidan, holding him protectively and lovingly in his arms.



I could definitely see the resemblance in Mika and Yos. Ingrid was right. It was uncanny. I held it out for him and he reluctantly looked at it. But when he did, his eyes widened. He couldn’t believe it either.



“What does this mean?” Yos whispered to no one in particular.



“I think this means we were meant to be together, honey. We were obviously brought together on purpose.”



“You even act like him.” Ingrid assured him. “The way you instinctively protected Sheamus when you thought you were in danger. That’s definitely something Mika would’ve done for Aidan.”



Yos put his head in his heads. “This is gonna take a while to process… How did this happen?”



“It was destined to happen. You remember I told you how uncle Aidan said that him and Mika were destined to be together. So are we.”



Yos sat with his head in his hands. “I just need some time.”



“You may keep the picture.” She offered.
“No, it’s yours.” I said handing it back to her.
“You keep it. It means more to you.”

“The hell it does. You knew him better than me. You loved both of them very much and I won’t take the only thing that reminds you of them. Here.” I said firmly, handing her the picture.



She bowed her head gracefully and a smile spread across her face. “Thank you,” she said softly. She looked back up at me and smiled again. “I should get going. I’m feeling a bit hungry.”



“Well,” I started, a bit intimidated, “by all means go now!”



She stood up and walked to the window but turned around. “If either of you ever need me for anything, I’ll be around. You can count on me.” She jumped out the window in one swift motion and the room fell silent.



I looked back at Yos with trepidation. He was still sitting on the edge of the couch, head in hands. I couldn’t understand it. Shouldn’t he be happy. I was. I was so excited to find that he had been brought to me. That we were brought together by fate. I had felt it all along and my suspicions were confirmed. But he was obviously overwhelmed by all this information. Too much in such a short period of time.



“Are you ok, baby?” I ask him, concerned



“I just need some time. Honey, please.”



“I sat there in silence and an idea hit me. “Would you like to read it?”



He turned his head to look at me. He knew how much it took for me to offer it. “No, it’s private to you. I respect that.”



“If it will help you sort out some things, then I will let you read it by all means. It had to do with you too now.”



He sighs deeply and looks back at me. “I’d appreciate it.”



I got up and walked into my room. I turned my lamp on and opened my bedside table drawer. I brought the notebook back out to Yos, still sitting on the couch. I sit back down and hand it to him. “Is there anything I could get for ya?” I asked helpfully, rubbing his knee affectionately.

“No, I’ll be fine… I’m gonna stay out here tonight.”

“Ok, honey. I’m just gonna go to bed then I guess.”

But inside my room, I struggled to fall asleep. I had too many thoughts going through my head and a millions different emotions being felt. I cried a little to myself… in confusion and frustration more than sadness. I felt that maybe Yos might dump me because this was so weird now. I hoped for the best but prepared for the worst. That’s what my mother taught me to do.

I thought maybe I should call her but I didn’t really want to talk to anyone. Even her. I wanted to talk to Josef but he wanted to be alone. So, I had to be alone and sleep was the only thing I wanted now. Tomorrow would be a new day. I liked new days but something was telling me I wouldn’t like this one.

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Addicted to the Night has offically been completed. There are no more loose ends to that story. What do you think? Sure it sucks that they\'re dead but we still got the story of Sheamus and Josef. See if they didn\'t die Sheamus and Yos wouldn\'t have met. Get what I mean . It was destiny, ya know. Don\'t worry I got most of the next chapter written already so it shouldn\'t be too long.