From Here to There

R+R, of and theres some m/m lemons(it may be lime, I\'m really slow), if you don\'t like, get a brain transplant. Oh just to tell
you the main character is 16 (if you didn\'t read the summery, dumbass).

Prolouge

Brian closed the door behind him, protecting the little cottage from the cold night. The blonde haired blue eyed teen quietly opened the fridge and took out a bottle of coke from inside.

Closing the door he began to turn from the fridge and go back out to the car. But he stopped. Something was in one of the bedrooms, he could just feel it. He knew it could be some mountain psycho or an escaped convict (That happened a few times before). But there was some irresistible rope that pulled him there, some net that had caught him and was bringing him in for the catch. Slowly he put the 2 litter down and walked into the said room. Turning the corner he gasped.

There was a man.

A beautiful, tall man, his grey eye’s pierced into Brian’s soul and his long silver flowed over his wide shoulders. He wore a black overcoat that was opened to show a tight a black shirt. Even in the darkness Brian could tell the man was well muscled and his legs roved equally strong, covered in tight, black leather pants that (if the coat was off and the lighting was better) Brian would be sure they left little room for the imagination. There were only two things that bothered the short haired teen. How the Hell did he got in, and why did the man have so much power over him. Well Brian quickly realized the answer.

A Vampire.

He quickly stepped back and attempted to run to the door, with no avail of course. The Vampire now had his arm in a strong grasp and was pulling him back into the windowless room.

He threw Brian onto the bed and stared down at him.

“Oh, God please don’t.” He pleaded. “Please don’t” His voice turned to a whisper as he looked up at his captor. The vampire’s hand grazed over Brian’s face almost as if he had found a new toy, something that now belonged to him.

When he finally realized that the vampire wasn’t going to hurt him Brian became more then slightly confused. “What are you going to do?” His voice was now less then even a whisper.

The vampire gracefully leaned down and stared at Brian more vividly. Locking his eyes on his victim’s he silently began his ritual of control. Brian slowly relaxed and his eyelids became heavy.

Before he was almost in a state of sleep the vampire broke eye-contact and the teen woke up.

“I’m going to kiss you” He answered the long off question, and placed his lips on the boy’s. Brian melted into the action and opened his mouth to let the larger man enter. He began tasting a sweet honey that filled his mouth and was finally lost in his first kiss. His captor’s tongue quickly gained dominance and Brian surrendered happily. Their tongues began to dance and the vampire’s hands started to roam of the uke’s body and unbutton his shirt. Brian began moaning and creating needy sounds, the vampire obviously wanted more and decided to rub a more reactive spot in between his legs. The noises continued and started to thrust into the powerful hand. Breaking the kiss the vampire skillfully undid Brian’s jeans and pulled them down with his boxers. The boy’s breathing became harsher and his thrusts more urgent. Her could feel the pressure building and forgot about everything except the skilled hand doing things to him.

Noticing his victim’s newfound pleasure the owner of the hand began pumping and soon set a quick pace. He kept the action going he whole time his other hand rubbing Brian’s neck and grasping it in a possessive manner. Feeling his realize coming the vampire quickened the pace even more until Brian let out a soft cry and came, covering his hand in the aftermath of his pleasure.

Now completely dazed he didn’t notice the cloth that the vampire produced and began cleaning up both of them. Nor did he notice his jeans being pulled up or that he was being started at again.

“BRIAN! Get out here I want to leave now!”

The said boy gasped and jumped up, “Oh, god! I have to go. I-I can’t stay.”

The vampire growled. “You will be back.” He stated with a low voice.

Brian’s knees almost gave out when he heard the commanding tine, and nearly moaned at the power in it. He wanted nothing more then to stay with the vampire and let him do those wonderful things to his body. “Yes of course.” He breathed as he buttoned his shirt. “I’m sorry.” He murmured and ran out grabbing the Coke.

~_~ (Little Stoned Breaker Dude)

Brian sprinted out the doors and across the snow covered lawn to the old car his mom owned. He truly was sorry that he had to go. His body was yelling at him to go back to the cottage and jump on the handsome man inside, but his mind and heart yelled at him that he was likely to get him and his mother killed.

He reached the car and jumped in the back seat, he didn’t want his mother to get suspicious of the raging hard on he had. So he just sat down and murmured some excuse about a glass getting knocked off the table. He curled up so his knees rested on the back of the seat in front of him.

\'I want to go back; this week is going to go by soooooo slowly.\'

\'You’re kidding, the guy’s a vampire he’ll screw you then kill you!\'

\'He wouldn’t do that…\'

\'Keep telling yourself that, anyway you’re sixteen; you can’t give consent to sex. He’d get arrested for rape. \'

\'No he wouldn’t I doubt he’s even a U.S. citizen, maybe he’s from Europe… \'

\'Well then he’ll get arrested for illegally being in the country.\'

\'He’s a vampire, he’s not gonna get caught.\'

\'Fine, but I’m warning you, you are either gonna get hurt or killed.\'

\'“Chose your poison.”\'

\'Right, now stop thinking about him and think about other guys, like… What about that cute junior you where checking out
last week?\'

\'Go back into your box.\'

~_~ (Little Stoned Prologue End Dude)

Ok this is short, but it\'s a prolouge. Oh if you catch any spelling mistakes then my spell chech is being a bitch. Hey I got a
bit of lemon in there...