Split Heart Complex

Just a random little ditty I was working on a while ago....

I might do more with it in the future, or I might just leave it there.. hehe

P.S. The '///' indicates the beginning and end of a dream sequence.

‘Man, what a night!’ That was all Austin could think as he slouched into his room and immediately settled onto his bed. His legs were sore, his arms were throbbing, his head was killing him - it was just another day at work. He stiffened a bit and gently flopped onto his back in his bed, letting out a light sigh and folding his hands behind his head as he drew his dark blue eyes to the ceiling above him. Four wild goose chases and two targets, it was almost ridiculous how long it had taken them to find their marks and take care of them, and as Austin left the office he couldn’t help but feel that it sat uneasily with the other team members as well. Something about the runaround they’d been on all day, the anti-climatic end of it all, it was almost as if it had been a set-up.

Austin slowly rolled onto his side, curling his legs up onto the bed and drawing one hand through his hair before letting it drop onto the blanket in front of him. A set-up. He knew that’s what Andrecks thought it was, the bastard thought everything was a set-up (but in his defense, partly due to their specific line of work, the idiot was usually right and it was his intuition which had saved the team on numerous occasions). Perhaps Dralen was right, maybe there was a purpose for Andrecks’ cold gaze and overly suspicious attitude. Dray on the other hand, was never bothered by anything. It really wasn’t possible to be a slacker in the organization, but Dray came damned close - he never seemed to do any work, but he always got the bad guy, it just came so naturally to him.

Austin narrowed his eyes slightly, then knitted his eyebrows together and shut his eyelids, squeezing them closed tightly. He felt a shudder pass through him as he began replaying the day’s end - the look on Dray’s face when it had all been settled.

‘No,’ he thought to himself determinedly, sitting up slowly, his black hair falling into his face. He needed to get some sleep, his body was feeling the affects of two nights without it, and he knew Andrecks wouldn’t be giving any of them a break anytime soon. He swung his legs back over the side of the bed and leaned forward to shake his hands through his hair in an almost frustrated way, letting them fall with another small sigh. He drew his eyes over the small room he occupied; pretty much empty. Aside from the bed, a small desk in the corner and a wardrobe on the right the room was bare. He didn’t mind though - he had a balcony.

He smiled a little as he moved his gaze to the sliding glass doors which lead out onto the small balcony, currently hidden by black velvet curtains - apparently a must have, they were in every room in the building. He moved shakily to his feet, swaying a bit. He’d just walked up the seven floors to his room and his legs were just starting to give out on him. He just needed to open the balcony window, and then he could go to bed.

He just needed to… open the…. Balcony… win… dow.

His face remained nearly expressionless as his knees suddenly gave out on him, sending him to the floor with a loud thump against the carpet. He almost curled into a heap on the floor, but he was too tired to do even that. He was surprised he even had the energy to close his eyes as they shifted in and out of focus on his hand, palm up as if waiting for something to land there.

///
Step.

Step.

Step.

His footsteps echoed so loud he knew the whole city could hear them - bouncing back and forth off the buildings which lined the empty street, getting louder instead of softer. There were no telltale signs of season, but somehow he knew it was autumn. There were no leaves on the ground, no scent of pumpkins in the air - but it was autumn none-the-less. He was dressed in a well-pressed tuxedo, sans tie, but the odd thing about it was that it wasn’t black, but a golden tan. He didn’t have long to study his outfit for a swift breeze called his attention to the sky.

A full moon just peaking through the clouds met his gaze: the eye of the ever-watchful Mother Earth. He couldn’t seem to pull his gaze away from it, but it didn’t seem to matter, for everything seemed to pause in that instant. The breeze tickled his calves again, but nothing could move his gaze from the brilliant orb whose reflection flickered in his sea blue eyes. He was suddenly filled with the urge to reach out his arms and take the moon in them, a desire to hug it to his thin chest.

“Ugh!” He let out a slight gasp, his voice startling him as he stumbled to the side, his shoulder throbbing lightly. “Ugh!” He pulled his gaze painfully away from the moon as someone slammed into the other shoulder, knocking him further off-balance. “Ugh!” He stumbled forward this time, having been pushed from the back, and barely managed to stop himself from tripping. “Ugh!” A rough shove to his right shoulder. “Ugh!” His left. His back.

The street which had been so blissfully empty just moments before was now crawling with people, all rudely shoving past each other in desperation to get to where ever they needed to be - and Austin was caught in the middle of it. He felt like a leaf caught in the breeze, helplessly tumbling back and forth as the wind did with it what it pleased. He wrapped his hands around his thin chest and tried to shove back at the people around him, tried to push his way through to the wall, to the alley, anywhere that wasn’t so crowded! The people seemed oblivious to his plight, however, and continued on shoving and pushing.

“Stop.” He whispered almost desperately, digging his fingers into his shirt. “Stop!” He shouted, but his voice didn’t carry any further than his lips, dying as it passed his chattering teeth. He suddenly felt an icy grip around his throat, a pressure on his chest: He couldn’t breathe!

He couldn’t breathe!

He had to concentrate - had to focus his thoughts away from what was going on around him - all around him! His eyes grew wide and he stumbled forward, knocking into the broad shoulder of a well-dressed man. He stepped back slowly, panting in desperation, trying to draw air, no matter how little, into his burning lungs. The man he’d bumped into turned his head down to look at him, and Austin’s jaw fell open.

He had - no face.

Where there should have been a face there was only shadow - no hint of a face, only blackness like a shroud. Austin shook his head viciously, stepping back and trying again to suck in a breath, but it was as if he’d been hit in the stomach - his muscles wouldn’t work.

He bumped into someone else and turned with fear in his eyes. The woman had no face. He was shoved back into the center of the street, helpless and suffocating among the swarm of men and women. The swarm of faceless, heartless men and women who pushed by him as if he were the leaf in the breeze.

Then, suddenly, like the silence of a suicidal gunman’s shot, the crowd parted, leaving Austin again alone. He fell to his knees without a second thought, and the jarring sensation up his legs sent air flooding into his lungs, making him cough and gag. He nearly doubled over from the shock, shaking now in fear, but something made him look up. It was as if someone had constructed an invisible barrier down the center of the road; the faceless people had been forced into single-file lines down the sidewalks, shoving and pushing into each other viciously, now looking as if they were trying to get away from something instead of get to something. Austin slowly moved his eyes down the invisible wall and took in a painfully sharp gasp.

At the end of the road, almost too far for Austin to see - was a figure: its arms outstretched as if reaching for something - for - Austin.

Like the urge that had welled inside him as he looked at the moon, he immediately wanted this figure in his arms, and it sent him fiercely to his feet, face set in determination. He ripped his fingers from the holes he’d made in his jacket and they fell to his side, pumping madly as he suddenly took off in a dash for the figure at the end of the road.

However, the barrier had been broken - and the streets were quickly flooding with people, now hell-bent on keeping Austin far from the figure he longed for.

“No!” He shouted, two men stepping in front of him, their shoulders slamming into his chest and forming a human wall. “No!” He struggled fiercely against them, but there were people at his sides, behind him, pulling him, shoving him, and pushing him - all trying to get him away from the figure.

He sprang up onto his toes, thrusting his head above the shoulders which nearly punctured his chest - and his eyes grew wide. The figure that he so longed for was pushing through the crowd as well! Swimming desperately forward, trying to get to Austin…

Trying to get to Austin!

“No!” He shouted again, filled suddenly with rage and despair - he needed to get to this person! He suddenly pushed off the ground and shoved himself over the shoulders of the men, clear over them into the sea of faceless people behind them. He felt his knee collide with another shoulder, and he kicked out with his other leg, sending him over another handful of people. This time he hit the ground hard, letting out a slight yell as he felt searing pain shoot up his leg from his ankle. He bent over for only a moment to touch his sprain before shooting back up and shoving his way through people - the figure was now in his sight!

It was a man - a beautiful man with long red hair and spring green eyes - his Irish face set into such a desperate, pained expression that Austin’s throat locked up with sorrow, his eyes burned with tears.

“I’m - I’m coming!” He shouted over the roar of a thousand feet. He closed his eyes and pushed onward, shouting and pushing as viciously as he could - but the people just would not give! The sea would not part as it had before! He looked up once more, body filling with relief as he noticed the man was now only a few feet away.

“I’m - Coming!” He shouted throwing his arm out, fingers stretched as far as they would go. He saw the man lift his hand, groping as fitfully as Austin - urgently reaching for the boy’s hand. Then, sudden as the crowd, a barrier snapped between them, a cold, metal barrier.

“No!” Austin cried, shoving himself against the web-like blockade. He shoved his arm through one of the openings helplessly, feeling tears start to pour down his cheeks.

“T-Take my hand!” He cried writhing against the net in hopes that he could work a few more inches of himself through - if he could only just touch the man…

“I will - I will come for you!” He screamed squeezing his eyes shut as he realized he had failed. “I will come for you!”
///

Austin shot upright, his bed croaking in protest. He took a moment to swallow, trying to wet his dry mouth, and ran a hand through his sweat-drenched hair.

‘That dream again,’ he thought to himself as his eyes slowly slithered back to their normal size. The night of his thirteenth birthday, the day that he discovered his powers, he’d had that very same dream - and he had it repeatedly, practically every night since. On the rare nights that he didn’t jolt upright he knew deep down in his gut somehow that’d he’d had the dream all the same, even if he didn’t remember it. He gripped his fingers tightly into the blankets on his bed, gritting his teeth together lightly.

He’d said something new this time however - he’d told the man that he would come for him - he’d never said that before. He felt his stomach churning, almost as if he’d just signed away his soul, as if he’d just made a promise to the devil, a promise he had to keep. He shook his head lightly and turned to lay back down on his side, letting his lashes slowly brush over his pillowcase -

He was in bed!

The situation hit him like a bullet and he jolted upright for the second time, staring at his legs, bare under the blankets and sheets. He reached up with a hand so unsteady he smacked himself in the chest - bare as well, he threw off the covers to see, much to his relief, that he still had his boxers on. The fear quickly returned however, as the fact remained that he was in his bed, stripped to his boxers, when he’d fallen unconscious on the floor.

He slowly slid his legs over the bed to the floor, keeping his feet just above the carpet as he took a moment to look around his room suspiciously. Andrecks had keys to all the rooms - one of the perks of being the head of the organization, Austin imagined - had Andrecks moved him? Had the old bastard really pulled his ass up all those stairs just to check in on the boy? It seemed unlikely - but Austin’s feverish mind could come up with no other solution.

“Yes.” He said aloud, trying to comfort himself, his voice shattering the stifling silence. “It was Andrecks. He came up to check on me because I wasn’t feeling well when I left today, and when he found me on the floor he put me in be. Simple.”

‘If it’s so simple,’ he thought to himself, ‘then why do you still feel sick to your stomach?’ He hated it when he contradicted himself.

He leaned forward a bit more and let his feet touch the rough carpet, letting it settle slowly between his toes before he pushed upwards, setting all his weight on his feet and rising to his full height (5’8, impressive for an eighteen year old.) He drew his eyes over his room once more, but nothing was amiss - nothing looked ransacked or broken. His jacket was slung gently over the back of his chair and he assumed his clothes were folded and in the hamper. He turned slightly angling his head towards the foot of his bed and smiled a little, feeling a bit more at ease as he saw what he’d assumed - his clothes, neatly folded and laying in wait to be washed.

“See, Austin, only Andrecks is that anal.” He assured himself, letting himself smile a little more. He reached up and gently rubbed at his right shoulder, frowning as he hit a bruise on his upper arm. He quickly brought his arms across his chest, letting out a light huff of breath - that breeze was cold.

He took in another gasp and slowly turned his gaze to look at the window, frightened at what he might see.

“Oh, God..” He gasped, his voice little more than a hoarse croak as his eyes flew open. Andrecks was too stubborn to open the window, even though he knew Austin liked it that way. He wouldn’t have opened the window, and Austin knew he hadn’t made it to the window before he collapsed. The windows - could only be opened from the inside.

Who-who had opened his window?

He tried to tell himself that he was just over-reacting, that he needed to calm down and think it through and he’d see his mistake - but not even his sarcastic inner monologues could comfort him. He knew, he knew someone else had opened that window, someone he didn’t know. And he trusted his intuition - after all, it was a weaker form of his psychic abilities.

He took a moment to calm himself a little, his eyes locked on the open window as he took in slow breath after slow breath, managing to bring his heart out of his throat and its pulse out of his ears. He slowly turned his body from the foot of his bed to completely face the window.

He had opened it before he fell unconscious, but he’d hit his head so hard that he didn’t remember doing it.

He took a step forward.

When Andrecks came into the room he realized what Austin had been trying to do and against his better judgment had opened the window for the boy.

He stepped forward again, now at the end of his wardrobe.

It hadn’t been Andrecks who’d found him, but Dralen. He’d been worried about Austin and had gotten the key from Andrecks. Certainly Dray would have opened the window.

He stopped at the end of his desk, so close to the open window the velvet curtains brushed his feet as the wind pried through. He slowly reached up, his arm shaking quite visibly, and wrapped his fingers around the edge of the curtain.

“O-oh..” He gasped, but no sound escaped him as his hand slid down the curtain, the soft fabric eluding his fingers with only the slightest twitch of the breeze.

There - standing on the balcony with one hand on the railing, was the man from Austin’s dream. The boy just stared, mind so wrapped up in the signals it was frantically sending itself that it couldn’t function. The man’s red hair was free of any tie, left to wrap around itself near to his thighs as the breeze teased his long black coat. Slowly, seemingly aware and unphased by Austin’s presence and never-blinking stare, the man turned his head, pastel green eyes scraping along the ground until they leapt up to meet Austin’s.

The eighteen-year-old felt himself shaking, felt himself literally vibrating in what he assumed was fear. He recognized the signs of panic - his mind was telling him to run, but his body wouldn’t listen. As the man slowly turned to face Austin completely an alarm went off in the boy’s mind - this man could be dangerous! He had to get away!

“You said… that you would come for me.”

A small noise bubbled its way up Austin’s throat, dripping past his lips as the man on the balcony spoke. His voice was like nothing Austin had ever heard - it was like he hadn’t woken up yet, it was the type of voice you only heard in your dreams. He wanted the man to speak again, but couldn’t remember how to ask.

They remained thus for a long while until the man on the balcony took a few brave steps forward, putting himself just outside the room. However soft his motions might have been they finally triggered something in Austin’s mind and the boy managed to stumble backwards a few steps.

“Wh-wh-wh-” He tried, his words turning into meaningless panting as the man took another step forward, and stood in Austin’s room like he belonged there. A small smile played across his Irish features, an expression which fit him much better than the one he wore in Austin’s dream.

“You,” the man began, stepping forward again slightly, “do not remember,” he continued, lifting his hand as if to touch Austin’s face, “my name?”

“D-don’t touch me!” Austin finally managed, taking another quick and jerky step backwards. His mind was finally sorted out, and his panic was fading slowly into adrenaline, the flight or fight sensation filling his bare limbs. He took another step backwards and slammed his heel into the leg of his chair, breaking the skin lightly but catching him off-guard enough to knock him to the floor in an undignified way. He took a moment to compose himself then scuttled backwards as he looked up to see the red-haired man kneeling.

“You shy from my hand?” The Irishman cooed softly, his voice like a lullaby. “You have seen me in your dreams, have you not?”

“Wh-who are you!” Austin demanded as he continued moving backwards in a crab-crawl, until a sharp gasp let the intruder know he’d hit his bed. “Wh-what are you doing in my room?” He continued, trying to strengthen his voice with use. He continued to shake lightly, his mind pleading with him to make a run for it- he’d been in situations like this before, and his mind knew what was coming, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to run. He pressed himself almost viciously against his bed as the intruder came to kneel directly in front of him, a somewhat arrogant smirk on his face.

“A-answer me!” He whispered in a restrained voice, wanting to shout but unable to find the courage to do so. Shaking his hand free of his coat the Irishman moved as if to pull something from his pocket, and Austin’s eyes grew wide. He turned his head quickly to the side, screwing his eyes shut and digging his fingers into the carpet.

“I-if you don’t answer me, I-I call the c-co-ah!” Austin’s half-hearted threat was cut short as the boy felt the man’s cold hands around his ankle. He opened his eyes slowly as he felt the wrap of a bandage over the small abrasion, and marveled silently at the tenderness the Irishman possessed. He turned his head with a thank you on his lips, but it died away into a gasp as his nose brushed the other man’s, who had leaned in as if to kiss the boy. Austin looked quickly from the lips dangerously close to his own to meet the green eyes which seemed to be searching him for something.

‘Such… beautiful eyes..’ He thought to himself as a surprising calm fell over his body, leaving him almost limp as every muscle seemed to relax completely. He felt his chest thumping with every beat of his heart as his head flopped back to lie on the bed behind him, his knees tipping in until they hit each other and remained upright instead of falling to the side.

‘I should.. probably… scream now..’ He thought listlessly to himself, taking in a bit of a hitched breath. ‘It-it’s gotta be… a.. .spell… he’s.. powerful…’ His mind continued, fighting to stay conscious amidst the swirling numbness the rest of his body had succumbed to.

“I have been called many things in my lifetime,” Austin heard the Irishman begin and tried to look at him, but couldn’t really urge his head to do so. He felt a slight brush across the backs of his knees, over the small of his back, then the slight grip of fingers on his bare skin.

“But I prefer Nonora above the others.” Austin let out a small moan as he felt himself being lifted from the floor as if he weighed nothing. Through the haze he knew his mind was still shouting at him to protect himself, to fight back, to shout , to do something, anything, but he just couldn’t bring himself to listen. In fact, the only thought he wanted to entertain was the one which spoke of how good Nonora’s arms felt under him like they were.

Nonora.

The name made Austin think of Puss In Boots, and he knitted his eyebrows in confusion at the absurd connection.

He made another small noise as he felt the bed with the back of his hands just seconds before he was gently laid onto it, atop his dark purple comforter. He shuddered a bit as he felt Nonora’s hands slide from under him and pull away, leaving him feeling cold and alone. He slowly tilted his head to watch as the Irishman sat on the bed next to him, pulling his hair over one shoulder while he removed his black coat.

“Wha… what do you…. want?” He managed, his voice sounding flustered, as if he’d just run the mile like they’d made him do in school. He had always hated that. He was jarred from his wandering thoughts by a sound which tickled his ears and, embarrassingly, his groin - Nonora was chuckling. It was a soft, deep and pure sound which made the man’s shoulders twitch lightly. Austin found that his eyes had become slightly unfocussed and blinked them a few times, bringing his intruder back into his view.

“There is no need to be afraid, Austin.” Nonora said as he turned towards Austin, giving the boy a full glimpse of the clothes he wore under his black coat. Austin felt a slight jolt run down his spine as he let his eyes fall on Nonora’s chest - pressed up against the man’s white button-up shirt, which seemed a bit too small for him. It stretched down his long torso until it stopped just over the hem of his black slacks, not fancy enough to be business slacks, but just a step up from jeans. Then Austin noticed with another small twitch of his eyebrows that Nonora was barefoot - as if he’d just been walking through the woods like a nymph.

Austin felt a slight jump in the bed as Nonora shifted his weight, and blinked to clear his eyes again. His body was beginning to pull free of the numbness and jerked away as Nonora leaned down over Austin sideways, still smirking. His soft hair fell from his shoulder to pool on Austin’s chest as the man leaned in closer still, and kissed the boy. Austin stiffened for a moment then closed his eyes and felt the same calmness as before, his rigid muscles giving in and falling numb once more.

“What do I want?” Austin slowly opened his eyes as Nonora spoke again following a brief silence, and was embarrassed at the way he felt saddened by the distance now between them. “That is a question I have heard far too often these years…” Austin narrowed his eyes a bit and tried to push himself up onto his elbows, his shoulders shaking violently with the attempts.

“W-well.. Wh-what’s your…a-answer?” He hissed, closing his eyes in concentration as he shifted his weight to his elbows at last. “Uh!” He suddenly took in a sharp gasp as Nonora’s hands found his shoulders and pushed him gently back onto the bed. Austin began to protest, but didn’t get far before Nonora was kissing him again, this time his soft lips pressed almost passionately against Austin’s.

‘You’re not completely helpless, you know..’ Austin thought to himself bitterly, closing his eyes as Nonora pulled away and stood up. He strove to pull all his consciousness into using his powers, struggled to focus all his remaining strength on doing a gentle probe of Nonora’s mind.

“Hu..” Austin’s eyes flew open as he touched the other man’s thoughts briefly but pulled from him a very strong emotion - stronger than any he’d felt recently.

Love.

He slowly turned his eyes to find Nonora, standing beside his bed calmly, perfectly aware of the small probe Austin had just preformed. How was that possible? True emotions like love, fear, hate and sorrow could not be falsely projected to a true psychic - the feelings Austin received were genuine and sincere. How could this man, Nonora, love Austin when they had just met? Perhaps - the dreams had something to do with it.

“I told you, Austin, there is no reason to be afraid - not of me at least.” Austin couldn’t help but nod slightly as Nonora smiled at him, then reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt. Austin let out another slight huff of air as he felt a twinge between his legs, and a blush spread fiercely across his cheeks. Though his mind and memories called out to him, begged and pleaded with him to protect himself, he couldn’t deny that…

He wanted Nonora to take off his shirt.

He felt his cheeks warm again and his fingers twitched against the comforter as Nonora’s shirt slipped off his shoulders and crumpled in on itself atop the carpet. Nonora turned his gaze to meet Austin’s, and the boy quickly averted his eyes, staring at the ceiling for a moment before quickly shutting his eyes. He heard Nonora as the man slowly sat on the bed again, and leaned over Austin once more, his red hair gathering on the boy’s chest like it had before.

‘You need to get up, really now…’

‘But he -’

‘Don’t you dare, Austin, you know better.’

‘He loves me - he wouldn’t hurt me..’

‘He’s a complete stranger! He’s got you under a spell! Fight him, Austin!’

‘He loves me….. He won’t… hurt me…’

Austin’s eyes flew open yet again as he felt a small pinch to his left nipple and looked down only to see Nonora’s grinning lips poised just over a small trickle of blood. Despite what he’d just told himself, Austin gave in to his initial response and lifted his hand to deliver a swift slap to Nonora’s cheek. He began panting for breath as he watched Nonora sit up and bring a hand to his cheek, the strangest look of confusion on his features. Austin’s confidence was short-lived however, as Nonora’s expression slowly melted into a chaotic mask of desire.

Austin tried to pull away, only managing to force himself against his bed as Nonora leaned in to kiss him for the third time, this time with unbridled passion behind his actions. Austin’s eyes fluttered closed as the calm came again, enveloping him like an embrace, subduing his fear to a point where he didn’t even balk as his wrists were slowly taken into Nonora’s cold hands. He remained still and limp as a doll under Nonora’s lips as his arms were pulled gently over his head until the backs of his fingers brushed the wall at the head of the bed. He felt a cold bar between his hands, part of the bed’s headrest, then Nonora’s cold hands seemed to push outwards and bend around Austin’s hands in an unnatural way, giving a slight ‘click’ as they completely encircled the boy’s wrists.

Nonora pulled slowly away and Austin left his mouth open as his breath came back to him timidly. He opened his eyes and blanched upon seeing Nonora moving away again. He immediately moved to sit up but was stopped by a jerk up through his arms, and his head fell back onto his pillow. He stared, confused for a moment, then tilted his head to look at his wrists in an up-side-down way.

Handcuffs? Where had…

‘Run! Fight!’

Austin quickly righted his head and pulled frantically at his wrists, whining slightly each time the chain between the cuffs hit the metal bedpost and shirked his feeble attempts. He realized quickly that his body was responding without hesitation, and he pulled his knees up to his chest while rolling to his side, pulling fiercer at his bonds.

“Austin,” Nonora’s voice made him freeze, “calm down.” He slowly shook his head and looked over his shoulder at the Irishman, eyes wide.

“L-let me g-go..” He whispered, arching away from Nonora as he reached out to touch him. His breathing returned to panting as he watched Nonora’s face take a slightly angry look, before returning to it’s soft, arrogant smirk.

“Not even vampires can fake pure emotion, Austin… You did probe my mind a moment ago, did you not?” Austin paused at this, and instead of struggling merely stiffened as Nonora laid his hand on Austin’s chest, splaying his slender fingers and rolling the boy gently to his back again.

“I-I don’t .. understand. I-”

“Shh..” Austin tilted his head against his arm with a small noise as Nonora dropped his head again, the vampire’s soft lips brushing over the boy’s collarbone.

Everything was wrong with the situation that could have been wrong: Austin hadn’t called for help, he’d let this man into his room, he was restrained, and a vampire was hovering over him like a hungry beast. However, despite all the wrong Austin’s mind kept flying back to the overwhelming sense of love he’d pulled from just the slightest tap into Nonora’s mind. And the man had been right - not even vampires could fake such pure emotion. Nonora did love Austin - but how? Why?

“Uh!” Austin suddenly gave a jerk against his restraints, his back arching slightly as he looked down at Nonora in shock. The vampire lifted his head, pulling his tongue slowly from Austin’s navel with a delighted grin. The boy felt his blood rushing to his groin, gathering and pulsing into a persistent itch of sorts - a burning desire to be touched rose within him and his cheeks flushed again, brighter than before. He tilted his legs in a bit as he bent his knees, gently pushing Nonora away as he tried to protect himself in the only way he could.

“Why are you still so frightened?” Austin slowly closed his eyes as Nonora slid from the bed like a breathing shadow, and answered with a small noise. He heard the vampire chuckle again and slowly opened his eyes, a quick and almost painful flutter filling his stomach and the area between his legs, making him tighten the muscles in his thighs as he felt himself beginning to harden against his will. He wasn’t eased at all as he noticed that Nonora seemed to know what was going on, and continued removing his pants, letting them fall over his shirt as he stepped gracefully out of them. Austin’s eyes seemed to move of their own violation, running gently over the vampire’s smooth chest, down the points of his hips which stuck out from over his small boxers - tight little shorts, like the ones Austin himself wore. His whole body seemed to blush red as his eyes lowered themselves to settle between the vampire’s legs, watching as the bulge there seemed to move.

Austin’s eyes shot immediately to the ceiling again as Nonora began to move, his little visual exploration sending waves of shame through him. He closed his eyes tightly and turned his head away, pulling feebly at his restraints as he felt the vampire’s lips brush his cheek, and then, earning a rather loud gasp from him, he felt Nonora’s leg move between his own - leaving the vampire to almost straddle Austin’s right leg. He began to shake as he felt Nonora’s soft hand again on his chest, long fingers groping at his bare flesh. He made another small noise as the hand began to slide downward, but his attention was drawn suddenly to Nonora’s other hand, cupping Austin’s face in such a way that Austin’s lips were soon against Nonora’s, locking them into a powerful kiss. Austin was amazed at the power and passion he felt behind the vampire’s actions, but more amazing was the tender sense of fear almost at the prospect of hurting the boy. It was as if Nonora was purposefully holding himself back, knowing letting himself go completely would hurt Austin.

“I… I uh.. Still don’t… don’t understand..” Austin breathed quietly as Nonora pulled away and smiled down at the boy, red hair forming a curtain on one side of the vampire’s face. His eyes began to flutter as Nonora gently rubbed his fingers over Austin’s cheek, easing the boy’s fear as he did so.

“You will… when it is time for you to..” Austin knitted his eyebrows together at Nonora’s riddle-like response, and opened his mouth to speak, but he was silenced as Nonora drew the tip of his thumb along the bottom of Austin’s lip, shaking his head with a small smile.

“Nnn..” Austin moaned lightly, his lips pulled into an almost painful grimace as he was suddenly alerted to the location of Nonora’s other hand - pulling gently at the hem of Austin’s boxers. He dug his heels into the bed a little, trying to push himself out of Nonora’s hands, only earning a small chuckle from the vampire.

Austin stiffened as Nonora suddenly sat up, balancing on his haunches, one of his legs stretched out to touch the floor and support the vampire’s awkward position. His fear returning slightly as a knot in his stomach, Austin watched helplessly as Nonora wrapped his fingers around the elastic of his boxers, and pulled them to his knees in one fell swoop, sending a slight spark of pleasure up his legs as his erection was lightly brushed then left bare. His attempts to pull his legs up and hide his erection only aided Nonora in removing his boxers, and before Austin knew it he was completely bare.

He dug his heels into the bed again, almost frantically trying to push himself away from the vampire, though his eyes remained locked on Nonora as if by a spell. The vampire gave a small smile and tossed Austin’s boxers lightly to the floor, then reached out and gently wrapped his hands around Austin’s ankles again, being careful of the bandage. Austin’s breathing had all but come to a stop, and returned as sporadic panting as Nonora swung himself around to kneel on the foot of the bed, gently pulling Austin’s legs toward him. Austin wrapped his fingers around the bar between his hands and tried again to pull himself up on the bed, out of Nonora’s hands - but it was useless. He closed his eyes tightly and tilted his head away, as if not watching would make the man stop, but he felt Nonora’s hands begin to slide up his calves all the same.

“Uhn…” Austin moaned lightly between pants, trying to keep his knees together as Nonora’s hands slid between them. Despite the fear churning in his stomach Austin could not deny that it felt good to have Nonora’s fingers slide under his knees, to feel the vampire’s weight as he leaned forward to further part Austin’s legs. He continued to fight for a while, biting his bottom lip as he tried to find leverage in the blankets, but it was no use, and with a small cry Nonora managed to force Austin’s legs apart, sliding himself up to prevent the boy from locking them together again.

Austin’s eyes flew open and he tilted his head downward to watch Nonora in fear as the vampire’s hands slid slowly up his thighs. His shaking began anew as Nonora lifted his head to meet Austin’s eyes, his smile slowly turning lopsided as he brushed his hands over the boy’s erection to gently grip his hips.

“If you keep panting like that,” Nonora whispered, his breath over Austin’s crotch making him arch slightly, “you’ll get dizzy and pass out.” Austin knitted his eyebrows together, feeling a small swell of anger amidst his confusion, but he tried to control his breathing all the same. How did Nonora expect him to breathe!?

“Ah!” Austin’s back suddenly arched up off the bed, forcing his head deeper into his pillow as he suddenly felt Nonora’s mouth over his erection. His writhing was limited by Nonora’s hands, moving from his knees to his thighs, then back again, whichever was best to hold Austin still. He tossed his head almost wildly from side to side, his nose brushing his arms as the warm sensation around his penis flooded him with a pleasure like he’d never known before. His mouth fell open with a silent cry as he bucked against Nonora’s hands, the vampire’s imploring tongue, the smoothness of his lips - it was almost too much to bear.

Austin’s breathing was almost as loud as the rattling of the chains between the handcuffs, continuously slamming into the headrest as the boy squirmed. Austin was no virgin, he probably had more experience than most boys his age, but he’d never really been on the receiving end of a blowjob. The pleasure was almost painful, it was as if it was too slow, and though he felt shameful doing it, Austin couldn’t help but writhe against the vampire’s hands, his hips moving back and forth against the comforter.

“Huh… uhn…” Austin pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down on it violently, trying to keep himself quiet - with no success. His moans were high and breathy as Nonora drew his tongue up Austin’s length, tracing it over the tip. His face settled into an almost painful grimace as Nonora pulled his mouth off Austin’s erection, letting the cold air assault him for a second or two before taking him in again. It was a surreal feeling - almost as if Nonora was mimicking the sensation of penetration for Austin; falling into a smooth in and out rhythm.

“Ah… nnn..” Austin’s mouth fell open as he felt something snap within him, and with a final, overwhelming rush of passion, he reached his climax. There was a hot flooding of liquid through his erection as every muscle in his body seemed to tense up all at once, arching him off the bed, then slowly relaxing, leaving him dazed and panting. After a long moment of trying to gather his wits, Austin’s body filled with an icy sensation. He pulled feebly at his hands and legs, trying to curl in on himself and conserve whatever body heat remained. He was stopped by a small sigh, and tilted his head a bit to look down at Nonora.

The vampire obviously knew what Austin was feeling, for he slowly moved upwards and laid his head on Austin’s chest gently, just below his collar bone so that his long hair covered the bar skin, his arms snaking around the boy’s back to hold him closer. Austin’s eyes fluttered closed and he knew that if he were just a little less aware of things, he’d have fallen asleep - however the events were slowly catching up with him, and his cheeks suddenly flushed a bright red. He had just shared an incredibly intimate moment with a vampire (Andrecks would not be pleased) and for some reason was more embarrassed than ashamed. He hadn’t lasted long at all, and for some reason the thought of the vampire swallowing a taste of Austin was embarrassing.

He felt the vampire sigh, and stiffened as Nonora’s hands began to slowly slide down his back, the vampire himself seeming to tense up, holding himself in position with only his strong legs. As Nonora’s hands reached Austin’s lower back he was brushed against the vampire’s arousal, and a spark of fear churned in his stomach. Austin knew better than anyone that giving someone a blowjob wouldn’t bring both partners to an orgasm - and Nonora was still erect. An almost violent shudder passed through Austin as Nonora’s hands slid over his backside and wrapped gently around the backs of his thighs, pushing up gently. Austin knew what was coming, and yet he could only think of one thing he wanted.

“W-wait..” He breathed, tilting his head down to search for Nonora’s eyes. The night had been, obviously, a little out of the ordinary, and Austin was slowly slipping into a ‘why fight it’ point of view. He felt a shiver run down his spine as Nonora slowly looked up at him, his red hair pooling like blood around his face as his green eyes locked onto Austin’s. The boy froze for a moment under the predatory and unblinking stare, but finally urged his muscles into cooperation, and pulled once, deliberately, at his restraints.

“P-please..” He whispered, sounding more like a sigh than an actual word. Instead of the fear in his stomach rumbling again, Austin felt only relief as Nonora smiled and dropped a hand from the boy’s thigh. He watched Nonora’s slender fingers as they wrapped over the chain of the handcuffs then seemed to suck them in, until the cuffs had vanished. Nonora moved his hand slowly back to where it had been, pausing momentarily to cup Austin’s face and smile again. Then something hit Austin that he surprisingly hadn’t thought about before - he would now get to touch Nonora, and for some reason it felt surreal, almost too good to be true. He shakily lowered his hands, rubbing at his wrists gently for a moment, before looking back down at Nonora. The vampire had dropped his head, however, and was brushing his lips over Austin’s stomach. Through a pleasurable shudder Austin slowly brought his hands down, one at a time - as if testing the waters. He lowered one to Nonora’s smooth shoulder, gently turning his fingers in and letting out a sigh as he felt Nonora push into his hand. He moved the other hand gently to Nonora’s head, weaving his fingers down through the vampire’s long hair, amazed at how smooth it was. He stiffened for a moment as he heard Nonora make a small sound, almost like a sob, then turn to look up at the boy.

“My intentions were not to hurt or frighten you.” Nonora said in such a sincere and broken voice that Austin took in a small gasp, feeling tears in his eyes. He moved his hand from the vampire’s hair to cup his face, shaking his head gently.

“Y-you haven’t.. n-not really..” Austin breathed, stiffening again slightly as Nonora slowly moved up, his hands on either side of the boy, and kissed him softly. Austin made a small noise as he felt Nonora’s erection pressing against him, and slowly wrapped his arms over the vampire’s shoulders, deepening the kiss to let Nonora know it was ok to proceed.

He slowly opened his eyes and met Nonora’s holding his gaze unwaveringly as he tried to calm himself, his breathing becoming more sporadic as Nonora’s hands once again found his knees. He knew he wasn’t calm enough to aid Nonora, so he relaxed as much as he could, falling limp in the vampire’s hands. His eyes fluttered almost closed as Nonora bent his knees up, setting them over his shoulders so that Austin was almost folded in half, his thighs pressing against his stomach and chest. He let out a sharp gasp as he felt Nonora’s erection pressing between his legs and wrapped his arms over Nonora as best he could in his position. He forced his eyes to remain open long enough to meet Nonora’s for a moment longer, letting them explain that he was ready. He tried not to tense himself as he felt the muscles under Nonora’s skin contract in preparation.

“Kyaaaah!” Austin arched his back as he felt Nonora penetrate him, and lifted almost completely off the bed as his arms tightened to help lift him. He screwed his eyes shut and moved his head to rest next to Nonora’s as the vampire slowly slid himself out, then thrust back in.

“Huh.. Ahh!” Austin’s head fell back to the bed as he let out another cry, Nonora’s presence inside him both painful and pleasant. His breath hitched in his chest, becoming sharp and painful as he tried to suck in air, succeeding only as Nonora pulled out again. He took in a sharp gasp, but it came right back out in the form of a loud moan as Nonora moved into him again. He clawed at the vampire’s back with one hand, leaving small red lines over the smooth surface, while he dug the fingers of his other hand in Nonora’s hair, pulling at it gently with each penetration. The pain was immense, leaving Austin breathless with his mouth open in a silent scream, but the intimacy and the underlying pleasure made it worthwhile - at least this time it was consensual, somewhat.

Austin’s knees tightened over Nonora’s shoulders as the vampire’s thrusts began to speed up, becoming more forceful as the vampire was no longer pulling completely out, but simply sliding back a little for leverage. Each time Nonora forced himself back inside of the boy, Austin rocked against the bed, further disheveling the comforter and sheets beneath and making the bed itself cry out in protest. Austin’s back arched up in pain again as Nonora’s thrusts became increasingly more powerful, the boy rocking violently along with the older man. His eyes slowly slid open as he began to focus his attention on the small sounds that were coming from Nonora - small gasps and pants and moans, true sounds of passion.

Tears began gathering into pools in Austin’s eyes, his throat and body locking up in pain as Nonora continued on, never loosing momentum. The boy’s hands slid from Nonora’s back as a light sheen of sweat broke out over the vampire’s smooth skin making it hard to hold on during his powerful thrusts. His hands hit the bed on either side of him and his fingers immediately curled around the comforter, making white-knuckled fists that shook passionately.

Austin’s eyes suddenly flew open as Nonora gave a final thrust - relentless and without warning. He slammed into the boy and wrapped his arm over the small of Austin’s back, holding himself inside the boy as he reached his peak and a cry followed his release. Austin arched up once more, knitting his eyebrows together in a sensation something like pain as he felt a hot liquid writhing within him, but the sensation was quick and soon dulled.

He winced as Nonora slowly tilted his body, allowing Austin’s legs to stretch out in a painfully stiff way, only to have them tighten again as Austin fought to keep them from curling up again. He tilted his head downward slightly as he felt rather than saw Nonora wavering, and with a small sigh the vampire lowered himself to rest upon Austin’s chest, letting his arms envelop the boy in an unmistakably loving way. For a moment Austin didn’t move, he left his hands in the crumples of the sheets, strained to regulate his breathing as Nonora rose with his chest, but then he had the overwhelming urge to comfort Nonora, and lifted his hands as he knitted his eyebrows together. He wrapped his arms over the vampire as tightly as Nonora’s were wrapped around him, and, much to his surprise, he let out a sob like Nonora had earlier. He knew that Nonora had suffered some great pain now, he could feel it vibrating in the air around the vampire - it was like a thick October fog. The odd thing was that Austin felt responsible for this agonizing sadness, and wanted only to take it away from Nonora.

He felt the need to speak to Nonora, to assure him that no more pain would come to him, to tell him that he would make everything ok somehow - but he couldn’t figure out how to form the thoughts into words. As he attempted to convey the message he was hit with the burning between his legs from the forcible entry of the vampire, and a sudden, mind-numbing drowsiness. He didn’t want to go to sleep yet, soon, but not yet. He wanted to tell Nonora the things he’d felt.

He wanted to comfort Nonora.

He wanted to tell Nonora that he loved him too…

But his body wouldn’t listen.

Austin’s eyes slowly drooped closed and he fell into a deep sleep, uninterrupted by dreams of full moons and crowds - and a beautiful red haired man with pain in his soul.