Addicted to The Night

Addicted to the Night





“What’s with this shit you’ve been giving me lately, Brodie? All this romantic and fantastical horse shit. This stuff doesn’t sell ya know, all this gay stuff.”



I keep fidgeting in my chair and trying desperately not to look at the clock on the wall. “There’s nothing gay about it, Bill. There’s men and women in it. As much as I would love to write about two guys I haven’t done that yet. There’s nothing wrong with romance. It’s a highly profitable genre.”



“But we don’t want just horny old women to read, we want everyone to read. What happened to the mysteries you used to write…”



I roll my eyes at him and accidentally catch a glimpse of the clock. Bill’s voice seems farther away and unintelligible. The only sound is the ticking of that damned clock, ticking away the minutes and hours. My life has revolved around time nowadays. After our little encounter, that’s all I wanted to do, write and watch time go by. Counting down time till the sun went down. The clock has taken control of my life. He has taken control of my life.



It all started the one night. One particularly hot night in New York City. I tried to sleep. I tried so very hard but I was so uncomfortable. It was sweltering and I had to remove some clothes to get cooled off. I laid in bed clad in only boxers, kinda skimpy for my taste though Nick likes them on me, but it helped a bit. Unfortunately, I was still too hot. So, I opened the balcony door to let in some air. I hadn’t had enough money for an air conditioner. I was struggling for cash so I had nothing left to lose. I didn’t have very much of anything of value so they were welcome to it if they wanted.



I laid back down in bed considerably refreshed. There wasn’t much of a breeze but it was enough to cool me off. I started falling asleep on top of the sheets, the only way I found comfortable. Since I had started dozing off, it was understandable that what happened next appeared to be a dream. Just a figment of my overactive imagination.



I was awakened by a large gust of wind. Opening my eyes, I found a tall dark figure of a man in front of me. I was frozen in fear but yet it wasn’t fear. It was composed adoration, and, dare I say it, love. Well, maybe more like lust but it ditelitely felt like love. He was stunning, absolutely beautiful. He was tall and slender with a subtle curve of well-toned but not bulky muscles accentuated by tight black material. His bone structure was the perfect balance of soft and sharp. His lips, soft and luscious like two pink pillows. His hair a dark chocolate brown against pale porcelain skin, slightly grey under the eyes. And his eyes…just perfect. They were the most piercing, intriguing crystal blue I’ve ever seen. I was erizerized in every sense of the word. He looked familiar but I think I could remember someone that beautiful.



He walked closer to me and examined me while doing so. Finally standing by the side of the bed, he looked into my eyes. I always thought I had nice eyes but mine paled in comparison. It was like he was looking through me, past my flesh and directly at my rapidly beating heart. I’m a writer and words are my tofor for work however under his gaze I struggled to find any. Except, “are you gonna kill me?” He smiled at me and stroked my cheek, not saying but shaking his head in response. Then, like an angel, an angel in black, he spoke.

“What is your name, my love?”



His voice pulsed through me and sent blood rushing downward. He had the slightest hint of an accent but I couldn’t place it at that time because I had lost my ability to think and reason. All I saw were his eyes. Nothing but eyes. He laughed lightly and closed my gaping mouth.

“Your name, angel. What is it?”



I had forgotten my name. No matter. My name was anything he deemed fit for me. “Aidan” He smiled again and stroked my chin-length honey brown hair pushing it behind my ears. “Aidan Brodie”



He gently pulled my chin and got me into a kneeling position on the bed, facing him. “That’s a beautiful name…Would you like to know mine?” I could only stare at him. I answered with a slight nod of my head. He smoothed my hair with his firm hands and said, “my name is Mikhail Yevgeni Kostya. But you may call me Mika.”

Of course, the accent it had to be Russian. There was no mistaking… “actually it’s Ukranian.” Thinking back on it, right then is when I would’ve flipped out and grabbed the Louisville Slugger under my bed. He knew what I was thinking. But I didn’t find it strange at all. I was all too entranced by his eyes.



“So, now tha’ve ’ve been introduced…”



He trailed off as he leaned in closer. I almost collapsed as I felt his plush lips on mine. If it wasn’t for his strong grasp on me, I would have. The kiss was making me dizzy. I wanted him everywhere at once. He slid his cold wet tongue between my lips. It startled me at first but it grew on me. In fact, most everything about him was particularly chilly. Skin is supposed to be warm but his wasn’t at all. But I welcomed the new sensation.

Before I knew it, I was completely naked. Mika moved so swiftly and carefully that I hadn’t noticed until he was done. He withdrew from me and removed his shirt. I was not at all ashamed of my nakedness because I was so lost in his eyes I could think of nothing else but him. His eyes surveyed the length of my body. Smiling at my erection like he was proud of his accomplishment.

He wasted little time taking off all his clothing. I almost jumped out of my skin as his gorgeous sleek exposed body neared mine. He instructed me to lie down and I did what he asked with no hesitation. He climbed on top of me and proceeded to kiss me with his full lips. This time he pulled my tongue into his mouth. I nearly cut my tongue on his sharp teeth. Not realizing it was only two teeth in particular. His canines. He obviously wanted me to find them but I wasn’t scared. He kissed a path down my throat and down to my chest where he deftly licked my nipples bringing them to their peaks. He lied down on top of me, bringing his knees up under mine, which had voluntarily bent up and spread for him.

I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me. Obviously not pulsing, because if he was what I thought he was, then he was already dead. But inside me all the same. His dick was as cold as the rest of him so that would be a new sensation too. He kissed down to the curls below my stomach. He gazed at me, in a state of pure ecstasy, and smiled. But this time it was a toothy grin showing me what I expected: fangs. He ventured between my legs for a second to flick his cold tongue over the slit of my cock, tasting the salty sweet pre-cum. It sent a jolt of delirious pleasure through my whole body.



He crawled up back up my body and began stroking my cheek and running his hand over my neck and shoulder. In a moment of clarity, I realized what he wanted to do and pleaded with him not to hurt me.

“I would never hurt you, my love. I just want a taste. Just a little snack to quench my thirst.”



For some reason his request seemed logical enough to indulge him. I whimpered loudly as he bit down into my neck. It stung for a few seconds but as he sucked at the wound the tingling sensation was almost erotic. I felt my sex drive hit maximum speed and thrust my hips up to cause some friction between my swollen cock and his. He growled into my skin, I felt the suction from his mouth cease, and he looked into my eyes.



“I will get to that, angel.”



His face disappeared again into the crook of my neck. I could feel his tongue lapping up the blood and soothing over the wound. He stared at me again, licking the blood from his lips.



“You taste so good, angel,” he purred.
He reached his hand down between my legs massaging my painfully hard dick. He smirked as I moaned loudly.
“But there are other things that are just as good.”



He sat back on his heels as he unscrewed the cap off the lube. He must’ve spotted it on my nightstand and snatched it without my noticing. He smeared some on his finger pushed it inside of me. The cold wetness of it sent a chill throughout my body. He was on a mission with that finger. To find one thing and one thing only. He wasn’t about taking his time and being incredibly gentle, though he wasn’t savage either. As soon as he found my prostate and saw how I reacted, he pulled out his finger and quickly busied himself with rubbing lube on his dick.

When he was evenly coated with lube, enough to satisfy him, he inched closer to my hole. I felt his head on my entrance and without hesitation he started pushing his cold dick into my body. There was some pain but most of it was soothed by his chilled skin. Once he was all the way in, he paused and let my tight heat envelop him. His eyes screwed shut and he hissed through his teeth, baring his fangs again, as he started to move.

His hands latched onto my hips with my protruding hipbones pressed into his palms. As he pushed back in, he pulled me onto him. The force of which he hit my sweet spot caused me to utter several animalistic noises. I was surprised I didn’t come that very second. But I’m not a teen boy getting fucked for the first time. I’m experienced so I don’t spurt my seed at the very first thrust. Though it felt like I was gonna explode.

He didn’t pound into me but maintained strong methodical thrusts, repeatedly hitting my prostate. After a few minutes of that, I was only hanging on by a thread. The combination of his cold dick pumping into me and his eyes piercing me proved too much. I reached down to grab a hold of my cock and with one flick of my wrist I was gone, splattering cum all over my hand and stomach, twice. Mika groaned as my muscles became like a vice grip around his dick, and he splashed my insides with his semen.

He stared down at me catching his breath. He looked over my whole body and grinned at the sticky substance covering my stomach and hand. He grabbed my wrist and brought the cum soaked hand to his mouth. He sucked my index finger as he looked into my eyes. The sight of him licking my fingers made me hard again. He finished cleaning my hand and leans down to start on my flat stomach when he noticed my erection. He smirked as he went about cleaning my stomach with his tongue.



Without on word he started sucking me off. He was obviously very skilled at sucking dick. God knows how old he really is. He could’ve been sucking dick for centuries now. But I’m not complaining because this was perfect. Better than anything I’ve ever felt before. It wasn’t too long after his full lips began blowing me that I was letting myself go in his mouth. He made sure he had all of it before swallowing it.



He gazed up at me and licked his lips catching any stray droplets.
“You taste sooo good. I could just eat you.”



His words cut through me like a knife. I almost felt fear as I looked in his eyes though he looked lovingly at me.. I couldn’t move I was paralyzed by my orgasms and his stare. Was he really gonna kill me?



“You think I’m serious. I could never waste something this good. I’d never hurt you, love.”
I sighed in relief and relaxed as he continued.



“Everything tastes so good; your sweat, your blood, your cum. I just have to savor it all. Drop…by drop.”



He stared down at me through a haze of passion. His gaze was unbreakable but it had the ability to break anything in it’s sight. It broke me. It broke me in so many ways.



“Oh God, Mika. You own me. I am yours to do as you please. You can have me any way you want I am yours. Take me again.”



We were both surprised by my sudden outburst of emotion. He then laughed at my confused expression and I lied down next to me. He took my face in his hands.



“And I shall have you again, my pet. But you are tired. Just rest your weakened body and I shall come to you again. Now sleep!”



The next day I woke up in my bed alone. Thoughseemseemed more like a dream then reality, it felt rather real as well. Like one of e dre dream’s that were so realistic that you had a hard time believing it was just a dream but you know it had to be. Strangely I was still naked like I was in the dream of Mika, my mysterious vampire lover. Damn, I really do have a good imagination.



Nothing happened the next night which was disappointing. I still held onto that slim chance that this encounter has not only solely in my mind. But I realized I had to get on with my life. I had a job and a boyfriend who cared about I didn’t need to worry about things that weren’t there.



I went about my regular life. I went to work two days after my dreamland meeting with Mika. And I had dinner with Nick. He apologized for having to work so much but he wanted to make enough money to start a life for us. Of course, he couldn’t come over to my place so I was deprived of sex again. If I didn’t know better I’d think he was cheating on me.



I got home and was shocked by an unexpected visitor lying on my bed. His body covered in black leather. Dark brown hair sprawled across the pillow. I was welcomed by icy blue penetrating eyes.



“Mika?”

I knew this was not a dream. He was real. He was really here. He wasn’t just a fantasy. That night really happened.



“I thought you were mine, that you wanted only me, that you belonged to me.”



What was he talking about? Did he see me with Nick?
“I thought you were just a dream. So, I went on with my life. I didn’t think someone so perfect could be real. Well, could be real and want me…You saw me with my boyfriend then.”



He bared his fangs in anger:
“He is not worthy of you. He left you this night and slept with someone else. A woman. As disgusting as it is…”
He stopped as he saw tears running down my face.



“I figured he might’ve been seeing someone else but I didn’t want to believe it.”



He sat up in bed, startled by my emotions.
“You shed tears for this man who brought you such pain.”



“I loved him.”



He scoffed at my response:
“But how strong was his love for you when he slept with this woman. He does not deserve you. He is not worthy to stand in your presence. Not worthy of your angelic beauty.”



“And you are?”

He jumped off the bed and walked over to me. After wiping away my tears, he ran his fingers through my hair.
“I would never hurt you, my love. Anyone who hurts such a beautiful creature must suffer the agony of death.”



My breathing became shaky and my body froze as he said those words. Did he kill Nick?



“You still care about this man? No, I didn’t kill him…yet. He is lucky for now, my love. He has not witnessed my wrath yet.”



I tried to wriggle out of his grasp without looking into his eyes. I knew if I did I’d stop struggling and be mesmerized by his eyes. He had a strange power over me. Not just a vampire’s lure. Something much more than that. More powerful. But I couldn’t put my finger on it and I didn’t know if I wanted to.



“Why do you keep calling me love? You can’t possibly love me.”



He tilted my head up trying to get me to look in his eyes. But I resisted.



“Can’t I? I’ve known you for a lifetime, Aidan. You are my other half, my love, my life. In 1839, I left my home to travel the world. I fell in love with Ireland. So beautiful. I fell in love with a man there also. He was an angel. We loved each other so much but his family forced him to marry. He med aed a woman to satisfy his family though he truly loved me. He had a child. Only one because he could not bear to make love to that woman. He was only happy when I made love to him. He was my true love. He possessed my heart and my soul. And I his. In 1846, my beautiful love died in the famine. His name was Devlin Brodie.”



“My great great grandfather?”



I couldn’t help myself. I looked into his eyes and he smiled at me.



“No, you are him, Aidan. I knew it when I first laid eyes on you. I never felt like this for anyone but my Devlin. You are him in every way. Scarily similar. Equally beautiful.”



“How do you know it’s not just because he’s family and we look alike?”



“I’m sure many men in your family look alike but you are my love. No one can make me feel like this. You must feel it too, Aidan. You are my soulmate. You’ve come back to earth to be with me.”



“That would explain why you are so familiar.”

Smiling, he leaned in and kissed my lips tenderly. He rested his head against mine, smiling some more.
“I can’t believe I have you back, my love…I’m afraid I might slip and call you Devlin.”



“That’s ok. It is my middle name, anyway.”



He wrapped his arms around me and attacked me with fevered kisses. He pulled me down to the bed and got on top of me.
“I want to make love to you, Aidan Devlin Brodie.”



******



“Brodie? Brodie?! Aidan?!”



I was snapped back to reality when Bill was yelling to get my attention.
“Sorry, Bill.”



“Where’d you go just then?”



I adjusted my position in the chair and tried to think of something I could logically tell him.
“I thought of a brilliant idea for a story.”



“Really?”
His eyes widen at the thought of potential of sex and violence.



“Vampires. Sex and vampires.”



He grinned from ear to ear and sat back in his chair. I returned the smile as I saw that tell-tale devilish gleam in his eye.



“Aidan, this is brilliant. Go write me some chapters.”



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