Faccia della Luna

Hi there! This is my first real attempt at writing, but I'm not going to say "go easy on me" XD I actually need as much help I can get, as long as it's that -- help. Um, about this chapter... This isn't the main pairing. In fact, I basically ended up slashing my main character with a secondary one XD... Can't help myself sometimes. Well, the rest is pretty self-explanitory. For those who don't know / don't realize Kolya is short for Nikolai, as Luca is short for Lucio. And yes, Kolya is a vampire... I hope it's at least tolerable =__=;; Comments/Constructive Criticisms please!!
--granate

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Prelude to Eternity

She seemed innocent enough. Her smile, her laugh, that little way she fixed her hair every so often. Slightly nervous when she was spoken to. She would be the closest to perfection he would get in this nightmarish city. She had sealed her own fate the moment she looked at him with those deep, dark, trusting eyes.

No one heard the screams. No one heard them because there were none; Kolya knew better. He knew better than to force an unwilling victim. And this one was just as willing as the rest. They were always willing with Nikolai; he exuded magnificent masculine beauty, charisma, and, most importantly, raw sexuality. Taken in, like all the rest, she didn't even struggle when he pushed her to the back seat of the car. Didn't make any sign of resistance as he began sucking on her neck, biting her hard enough to draw blood. She was too far gone to realize what was happening, to realize that she had just allowed Death himself to wine, dine, and escort her to Oblivion.
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He heard the trademark clodding on the steps, the familiar shuffle and knock at the door, but Kolya still found himself slightly surprised at the appearance of a bundled mass with pitch black hair and bright green eyes at his door.

"L-Lucio," he managed to blurt out as the bundle started to move past him, unraveling as it went.

"Do you know how fucking cold it is out there? I can't feel my legs anymore!" The bundle had metamorphosed into a now shivering young man, outfitted in what would have seemed to be scant clothing, even in a temperate climate. Before Kolya could even open his mouth, Lucio had started up again. "Wow, Kolya. You look a lot better from the last time I saw you... You finally get some ass?" he laughed, a bit uneasily. "How long has it been? I've been telling you, you need to get laid more--"

"Luca," Kolya tried to ask again as he closed the door and approached the man, "Why are you here? What do you want at this hour?"

Green eyes shifted quickly downward as their owner stood silent, slowly rubbing his arms for warmth. "Lucio." The mere utterance of his name was enough for him to break down and sob forth his horrible tale of lost love, eviction, and nearly freezing to death, all in the course of 12 hours, and st cst collapse to the ground shaking.

Kolya didn't seem phased. He ran a hand through his still damp hair, moving some of the long, burgundy strands from where they had fallen in the commotion. "So basically, you're implying that you want to stay here with me"statstated with a sigh in his tone. /How can I let him stay here? I can't. It's not good for him to be here, certainly not good for me. What if he finds out? What if.../ Pleading eyes stared back at him, hopeful and scared. how how can I turn him down in such a time of need?/

"Please..." was the nearly inaudible response. Luca's body still shook slightly, making him look even more venerable and frightened. These were his last shreds of hope.

/I just can't leave him like this. I'm the only person he can turn to.../ Kolya sighed, resigned himself to this fate. "Luca, I need you to realize that this situation is only temporary. You're going to start looking for a new place tomorrow..." He saw a flash of unreadable emotion in the eyes staring back at him, then Luca's body crumple in on itself and drop to the hard wood of the floor.

A pang of panic ripped through Kolya's mind. The motionless body lying in front of him caused unbidden memories to surge back to life. Images of the cold, lifeless bodies he had left without second thought in the past, the one corpse he had been so adamant to remain clinging to so long ago. It took all of his will for Kolya to push the chilling images aside, to snap out of the macabre reverie that gripped him.

As he rushed to Luca's side, Kolya could see that the body was not motionless at all. Instead, the noticeable tremors and convulsions that could only accompany weeping were coursing through his friend's back and shoulders. As he turned Luca over and pulled him into a sitting position, Kolya could see that, indeed, he was crying softly, shedding the unspent tears that he had been holding back for nearly a day.

Before he could think of any words to comfort his friend, Kolya was pulled into a tight embrace. Luca's hands gripped the back of his shirt, he could feel Luca's tears flowing down his neck and soaking his collar. After a slight hesitation, he did the only thing he could think of and began to rub Luca's back consolingly.

He lost track of how long they sat there, Luca, crying gently on his chest; he, trying his best to comfort the tears. Eventually the sobs ceased and gave way to the slow, even breathing of sleep. Kolya simply sat there for a while, wondering what had just happened. When he couldn't find an answer, he left it at that and decided to leave any more questions until morning. Gently, he carried the sleeping form to the bedroom. He would sleep on the couch tonight. /He'd better find another place soon... I can't take the couch for very long./

Kolya slowly pulled away from the sleeping form, now in bed and warm under the thick bedcovers. But as he did so, a hand grabbed his shirt sleeve and Luca's eyes opened abruptly, tears threatening to fall again. "Please," said a faint voice, trembling with emotion, "Please don't leave me alone... Don't leave me alone tonight... Please..."

Luca was on the verge of tears again. Memories of the past day were replaying themselves over and over again in his mind. They hurt more now than they did when they actually happened. They hurt more with every additional moment. He wanted, he needed to forget. If only for a night, he needed to forget. He would do anything to stop the ache in his chest, make these memories go away. He needed something, someone, to help him chase them away, keep them from haunting his dreams tonight.

Startled by Lucio's sudden plea, Kolya could only stare back in confusion. As Luca's hand slid slowly back to his side, Kolya heard one more faint whimper escape his slightly parted lips. /He still looks so helpless, so sad... But why does he want me? I've never been anything but cold and indifferent. I tried so hard to keep this from happening.../ But it was happening. He had never wanted to get close to anyone in fear of being found out for the monster he was, at least, the monster he thought himself to be. Afraid he could only bring pain and death into anyone's life. /And now, here's someone who needs me, lying here in pain. Someone who wants me to help. To comfort them... To keep them from harm.../ Kolya's conflicting emotions stopped their battle at that exact thought. Perhaps, with all of the despair he had caused, he could also bring an end to another's? A cheap exchange, but to a desperate mind searching for answers, it seemed the ultimate justice, the bargain of a lifetime. He would repay his debts ten-fold, if he could.

Searching the tired, half-closed eyes below him, all Kolya could find was pain. Pain and a need for the cessation of it. Slowly, he knelt back to the bedside, never breaking eye contact. With this action, all of Luca's remaining emotional walls came tumbling down, letting loose another storm of tears. He attempted to speak, but any words were sufficiently held back by the loud sobs that were escaping his throat. Kolya smiled sadly and rested his right hand in Luca's, and began to stroke the tangles from the thick, ebony hair with the other.

Luca closed his eyes at the touch, tears ebbing with each additional word of comfort. His sobs lessened, the remnants of which were soon only heard as soft, erratic gasps of breath. Eyes swollen and head spinning, he attempted to speak again. "...Kolya..." he didn't know what to say except the name of his saviour, this beautiful idol that could have been sculpted in bronze, but instead was alive, sitting next to him, comforting him, and not on a high pedestal, being worshipped by humble followers.

But the soft sensation of Kolya's gentle fingers against his temple soon subsided, the grip on his hand lessened. He could feel the unwanted memories start to pound at his mind, threatening to come flooding back to reality. His eyes once again flooded with tears, a desperate plea fled his lips. "Please... oh, please... Kolya..." He searched frantically in Kolya's pale blue eyes for help "Kolya... I need... Please, I need you... Please, I need you... make me forget. Just for... Please, help me forget..." He was gasping for air, trying to keep back the sobs that were welling up in the base of his throat. His eyes, opened wide, took on a fearful expression. Fearful of what would happen if this saviour left him before the enemy was vanquished.

"Please!" with a final cry, he reached blindly for Kolya, buried his hands in the soft cloth of Kolya's shirt. He clung desperately, wishing with all his might for an end to the pain. The pain he had kept locked up over the years. The pain of the previous day that had sent him over the edge.

As Kolya reached around the trembling form to complete the embrace, Luca began to cry again, but this time much harder, much more desperately. "Luca..." He stroked his back once again, trying to calm the tears, but this time, they simply kept falling, soaking Kolya's still damp shirt through again. After the tears seemed to wane slightly, Kolya placed a hand on the head pressing against his chest, stroking Luca's hair in the same gentle motion as before. Luca slowly looked up, leaning to the comforting touch. He sniffed and tried to stifle any remaining tears from running down his cheeks.

Rubbing the wetness from Luca's face, Kolya tightened his grip ever so slightly. "Luca... You want me to help you... forget... Then I will, the only way I know how..." Lightly cupping Luca's cheek, Kolya leaned in and touched his lips to Luca's in a feather-soft kiss.

Luca gasped at the contact, but didn't protest as Kolya slowly deepened the kiss. Luca relaxed in Kolya's arms as he allowed a soft, wet tongue to slip into his mouth, probing and licking gently at his lips and tip of his tongue. He moaned softly as Kolya's tongue searched deeper in his mouth, tasting what seemed to be every inch of it. Kolya's hand's roamed across his back, into his hair, sending waves of sensation through his body and clouding his mind even further. He had longed for this touch for so long, and now it seemed pure bliss to Luca to be at the mercy of it.

As Luca's arms slowly snaked around his neck, hands searching for contact, Kolya took the opportunity to slide into the bed as well, legs straddling Luca's hips, bearing his weight on his right arm over Luca's head. He languidly broke off the kiss and began to focus his mouth on Luca's creamy neck, sucking and licking gently at the delicate skin at the base of his ear. It was an act he had committed countless times in the past, but this time was different. He didn't feel the deep throbbing regret in the pit of his stomach, or the milky haze that clouded his thinking as his animal instincts took over his actions. No, this time, Kolya the man, not Kolya the monster, was in complete control.

Luca was no longer afraid or confused by Kolya's actions. In truth, he didn't care why the man was doing this to him. The only thing Luca cared about at this point was the fact that he could no longer hear the threats in his head. He was, for the first time in his life, at peace.

Kolya's tongue traced a hot, wet line down Luca's neck as he started to unbutton the shirt he had put Luca to bed in, eliciting tiny gasps and moans from the willing body beneath him. He lapped lazily at the juncture of Luca's neck and collarbone, tasting the salty sweetness of his velvety skin. Luca was so different from the rest. It was something Kolya couldn't precisely understand. It was something new, something exciting, something right that he tasted when he was with this man. He could taste it, smell it, feel it, throughout his entire body. He finished unbuttoning the oversized shirt and let his hands wander along the supple planes of Luca's chest and stomach, moving the fabric aside and feeling Luca's muscles involuntarily twitch at the delicate touch.

Luca didn't know what was happening, nor did he fully realize what he was getting into. All he knew was Kolya. The burning pleasure that coursed through his broken soul at Kolya's touch. He longed for that touch, that pleasure. He longed for Kolya. More than he'd ever wanted something before, he wanted this man, and only him. Skilled fingers encountered a nipple and began to slowly rub the bud to hardness, causing more pleasured moans to escape Luca's mouth. Luca's hands moved wantonly over Kolya's broad shoulders and back, searching for a place to hold onto. As Kolya's mouth dropped lower to tease his other nipple, Luca moaned softly again and gripped his hands in Kolya's long, silken hair. This was what he wanted, needed. Kolya was what he needed.

Luca arched his body towards Kolya's tantalizingistristrations. He could feel the tingling sensation course through his body and begin to pool in his groin. He had lost almost all coherent thought the moment Kolya's mouth began to lick and suck its way lower, and his hands begin to roam to his upper and inner thighs. His tight grasp on Kolya's hair was the only thing keeping him planted in reality.

Kolya moved so that his left leg came between Luca's, attempting to gain more access to Luca's yielding body. Luca spread his legs eagerly, welcoming both of Kolya's legs to rest in between his. Even though the knowledge of what was happening had finally dawned on him, Luca didn't want it to stop. He was more ready now than ever, he was ready for whatever Kolya was willing to give him. Luca's grip lessened as Kolya began to move into a kneeling position, hands still roving over his legs and stomach. He sighed at the loss of Kolya's contact and body heat, but was soon in a daze again as Kolya began to rub his hardening erection through the constraining fabric of his underwear. Loud moans of pleasure erupted from Luca's mouth as he gripped the sheets and arched his hips, yearning for more. He begged silently through half-lidded eyes for Kolya to continue, wanting to feel only Kolya's burning touch.

At Luca's silent plea, Kolya hastily shed himself of his shirt and began to unzip his now painfully tight leather pants. Luca moaned involuntarily at the sight before him. He felt his erection harden even further as Kolya flashed him a sultry glance and slowly resumed the show that he had been so quick to finish moments earlier. The anticipation was almost too much for Luca to bear. "Please... I need you, Kolya... Now... Please..." he begged in a breathy voice as he arched his back in demonstration. Kolya's answer was to grab Luca firmly by the waist and tug at the waistband of the now undesired undergarment. Lifting his hips willingly, Luca gasped again at the cold air that suddenly surrounded his freed cock.

It was Kolya's turn to moan quietly as he took in the beauty of what lay beneath him and slid out of his pants as well. Luca lay shivering softly underneath him, cheeks flushed and hands still clutched in the sheets beside him. Kolya licked his lips and began to move his hands over the soft skin again, this time, however, rubbing forcibly in all of the places that made the man beneath him squirm. Luca gasped as Kolya lifted his hips and began to move his attentions from the inner thighs back to the outer ring of his entrance, massaging the muscle gently in preparation.

Surprised that he had gotten even this far with Luca, Kolya was still unwillingly apprehensive. He wondered as to why he was being allowed to touch this young man, a man he had barely talked to, barely known, in such a manner. He was still afraid of hurting this man. He was afraid of hurting himself. He knew he was more than capable of both. He had done it so many times before. Only Luca's wanton moans were keeping him from desisting. Why should he deny him this pleasure he craves? Why should he deny himself?

One of Kolya's hands drifted up and into Luca's mouth as the other continued rubbing at his entrance. Closing his eyes, Luca sucked eagerly, moaning and stroking his tongue firmly against the imposing digits. Kolya knew at that point that to leave Luca now would hurt him more tanytanything he could do by making love to him, allowing him that closeness that Kolya was so afraid to give. He gave in to the pleasure that was welling up inside of him, allothe the smoke of lust to cloud his mind.

When he felt that his fingers were wet enough, Kolya withdrew them from Luca's mouth, causing another whimper at the loss. Luca's whimper turned into a loud moan as one of Kolya's slick fingers entered him, slowly massaging him from the inside. He felt a burning pain at the unusual intrusion, which he felt fade to a dull, uncomfortable sensation as he relaxed into Kolya's touch. Simply by looking at Kolya's face, a slight smile on his reddened lips, eyes darkened with lust, Luca was able to totally ignore the discomfort. Another moan escaped as Kolya added another finger and began to scissor and thrust inside of him, probing his fingers as deep as they could go. Pain melded with pleasure, the feeling of Kolya's fingers inside of him bringing him one step closer to heaven. His hands, clutched tightly in the bed sheets, were the only thing keeping him on the ground.

Luca's breath hitched at the indescribable sensation Kolya was producing, and as he pushed back against the intrusion, Kolya added a third finger to the manipulation. Luca threw his head back in pleasure as Kolya's fingers brushed his prostate and filled him with every thrust. His breath came fast and shallow, and he couldn't stifle the moans that now poured freely from his lips. He could feel only Kolya's touch, only Kolya's warmth as he pushed back needily on the fingers thrusting inside of him. The sensation of being filled by Kolya was the only thing he wanted to feel, the only thing that would make him complete again.

"Kolya..." he moaned, legs straining and hands still buried in the sheets below him "Please..." Kolya looked up at Luca, seeing his features contorted in the throes of passion, trying to keep his eyes open and stay grounded when it was obvious how deeply into ecstasy he was falling. Kolya stole another glance at his fingers, melting into Luca, stretching his entrance and turning it a pinkish tinge with the subtle, glorious friction they created. They both wanted this. Perhaps they both even needed it. With these final thoughts, Kolya looked again into Luca's emerald eyes, and with his precum and saliva slickened member, commenced the final act in this tortuous play of the heart.

Pain. All Luca's body could feel was burning pain. But in his heart, he was screaming in ecstasy. He felt the barriers, the doors, locks, and bolts, the wailing voices that had forever haunted his thoughts; he felt all of them disintegrating to ashes with every inch Kolya touched deeper inside of him. Was this what he had asked for? He wasn't sure. What he was sure of, however, was his heart. His soul. All of the gaping holes, all of the tattered edges of his heart began to build themselves together again. He felt his soul fill with unencumbered joy as Kolya filled his body. He *was* in heaven, and he never wanted to leave.

Kolya hissed at the unbelievable tightness that surrounded him. It was all he could do to keep himself from pounding mercilessly into that velvet heat. Luca's heat. "Luca..." a whisper only meant for one pair of ears. A whisper he wasn't sure he had even spoken. But as Luca opened his eyes and murmured Kolya's name in response, he knew he had been heard. An inaudible whisper or a deafening scream, he believed Luca would have heard him. And as he felt Luca's long legs tighten around his back, as he saw the weak smile on Luca's lips, he realized that that was all that mattered.

He no longer felt any pain. Luca had found what he had been searching so long for. And as Kolya began to slowly move in and out of him, he let his mind go. All of his past, all of his future. He lived in the moment, he lived for Kolya. He felt Kolya move slightly above him, and then he was struck with the unimaginable pleasure that he had only sampled earlier. Kolya seemed to angle every long, hard thrust for the beautiful spot hidden deep within him. The combination of Kolya completely filling him and the immense pleasure emanating from that special spot was drowning Luca in a sea of sensation. Desperate cries tore from his throat. With all that he was being given, he still craved more.

Kolya felt his climax growing near; Luca's muscles contracted and shuddered against his thrusts, and the look on Luca's face alone was almost enough to make him orgasm. Slowly losing his control over the steady pace, he reached for Luca's painfully hard erection and gave a firm stroke with each thrust.

Luca practically screamed Kolya's name in time with his mind-shattering orgasm. A bright flash of blinding light lit up his vision, a beautiful white, as pure as the first snow, but bright as a white-dwarf. The light faded almost as soon as it came, however, darkening to a pitch black. He felt, for the first time he could remember, safe. Calm. He wasn't alone anymore.

Kolya felt Luca's inner muscles clench impossibly tighter around him, and felt his own climax rush through his body. He drove once more into Luca, burying himself in the unimaginable tightness as he came with a loud groan. Post-coital sfacsfaction smothered him in gentle waves as he collapsed to Luca's side. Looking up with a smile, he realized the young man was fast asleep. A peaceful sleep. Another, deeper smile crossed his features as he brushed his hand through Luca's tousled, damp hair, and pulled the bedcovers back over himself and the sleeping form. Perhaps he wouldn't have to sleep on the couch tonight.