The Motionless Dance
by
Brenda Abrigo Rich
Part Two
-6-
No dreams comforted him, he awoke with a start. Sitting up he found himself in his own bed still clothed, his wallet on the bedside table opened to his drivers license. He grabbed it, all was still there down to the last dollar.
When he looked at the time, it was the next day and almost time for him to go back to work. He changed quickly wanting to go to the room, check to see if the statue was there, he stopped himself, what was he thinking the statue had to be there.
After he called Jeanette to apologize for not coming over and reassuring her over and over he was fine, of course he lied, he then resigned himself to go into work, the security guards acted the same, no mention of anything different. How did he get out of the room, he blacked out, he had to be carried or was he delirious. He moved into the room, nothing was moved nothing has changed except the statue and the pedestal are gone. Like they were never there, no marks nothing. Yokushi looked around, then locked the door, he had to try to make it like he worked, but his heart was racing, he wanted to go to Jeanette, but she wasn't at work yet. He wanted to run, to get out of this dungeon, but he sat tried to focus and tried to work for as long as he could. Two, three then four hours pasted, he knew he couldn't be there for much longer. He had to go and find Jeanette, she was his link to logic. He gathered up his coat and turned the computer off, as he passed the security, he told them a story of sickness, he felt a headache coming on, something anything to get out of there.
He made his way through the streets. Head down, hands in his pockets, not wanting to look at anyone. Without warning he ran right into someone, when he looked at the chest, the fabric...the shirt...he snapped his head up to look at who he ran into. The statue stood right in front of him, it moved, smiled, reached for him. He fell back, yet the strong arm of the statue caught him.
"Don't be afraid of me, I will not hurt you. Yokushi."
"What the fuck...let go." he wiggled free and began to run from the statue, the thing. He weaved in and out of the alley ways to try to loose it. But again he turned and it was right there, right in front of him, right in arms reach. It moved swiftly to corner Yokushi, it didn't reach for him, yet it didn't let him any way to escape.
"Please don't run, Yokushi."
"How do you know my name."
"That is what the woman called you isn't it?"
"Who, what are you?'
"My name was on the pedestal, Thorn Vancanis. I am," he wavered, "Baron of the Black Forest." his eyes glazed over as if going into shock, " My world doesn't exist anymore does it? this place, this city is so fast, so dark, so...unnatural." His arms wrapped around himself as a child would to comfort himself.
"What do you want, you shouldn't...you aren't real." Yokushi looked around for a way to slip by him.
" I will not hurt you, please your fear hurts me. " the statue swayed slightly, was he really hurting it?
"Sorry but your being able to fucking walk around freaks the hell out of me!"
Thorn moved so Yokushi could get by, "I am sorry, I just came to thank you...but I still need your help." He leaned on the nearest wall for support, letting Yokushi leave.
As Yokushi ran past Thorn, towards the bar, towards people, he didn't hear Thorn, "Yokushi I still need you."
Yokushi pushes his way into the bar, the crowd reassuring him that he was away from it, he moves towards the bar as people move around him, dancing to the music of the musician on stage. Jeanette sees him and goes to the end of the bar.
"Yo what's wrong."
"You were right it's fucking possessed...alive, it is walking around...it was in the streets, it touched me, talked to me...called me by my name. Holy shit it knows my name. " hysterical, he let his face fall into his hands.
"Yo, what are you talking about? Calm down." She poured him a water. "here drink this."
"It's alive, the statue, walking around, introducing it's self. God, what do I do."
"I will go home with you, just stay here, there are enough people here to keep distance between you and it. Just stay on this side of the bar, you can get a good view from all directions here. I will finish this shift and walk you back to your apartment, okay." The statue, moving? No...but then she couldn't and shouldn't doubt herself or her dreams.
"Sure...okay." He calmed a bit, he sat with his back against the wall and he watched the sea of people, then he looked to the stage it was the young man he saw the other day, the one who asked for the cigarette. His music was fast, hard and very good. The crowd loved it. After the set, the young man stood and waved at the crowd after lighting another cig. His eye moved to Yokushi and he waved at him too. The crowd went wild for him, his music, Yokushi knew he would be asked to come back, the bar couldn't let a crowd pleaser get away that easily. It was good to think about something...someone else.
He waited until Jeanette came for him, and pulled him to his feet.
"Come on let's get you home."
On the way out, they see the young man as he strums his guitar as if a new song just came to him.
"Hey Channey," Jeanette waved at him, "This is Yokushi."
"Hey Yokushi, thanks again for the cig, nicotine helps the creative juices flow. " he laughs as he continues to create.
Yokushi could only wave and smile and be pulled along by Jeanette towards home.
When they were far enough away from the crowds, "So talk to me, calm, tell me what all happened."
"Last night, after you told me to cover it up, I tried...but.."
"But what."
"I couldn't, instead I felt it's back, it had a rod...a rod spike thing in it's back. I pulled it out. The pain, I couldn't take it, I passed out. "
"What pain, you felt pain? It HAD pain?"
"It was like it was in me, when I pulled it out of the statue I felt it. God it hurt."
"That sounds like, but it can't be, he wouldn't be real."
"What?"
"Nothing, I have to keep looking into the name, I found one thing, a Vancanis in Europe was a dancer, he was one of the most talented in Germany, and the surrounding area. Through the writings they said he was beyond beautiful, but after one performance in Berlin, he vanished, it was 1795."
"This can't be, someone is fucking with my mind, it has to be Nicholas or one of the Gypsies. Nicholas is doing this, he knows he can get to me, mess with my mind to the point I will go to him for help."
"No!, that is one thing you won't do. This can't be Nicholas, I don't feel it's him. Besides, that son of a bitch better stay away from you."
"Jeanette, please, you don’t' know him, hell I don't truly know him only that he is insane or can be to get what he wants. "
They enter the main apartment entrance and start up the stairs, each floor Yokushi looks around the next bend of the stair case just waiting to see the statue standing there. Nothing.
The apartment was empty, cold and dark. Jeanette helped him go through each room and check it, then check all of the windows.
"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?"
"I'll be alright, I feel like a baby. Don't worry, I will be alright," he started rummaging through his night stand and found what he wanted. Knives, throwing knives.
"Yo.."
"They used to call me Blades when I was with the Gypsies" he didn't turn to look at her as if ashamed, "I guess they were into all that nickname shit. Course Nicholas had other names for me." He placed the knives in a way he could reach them with his talented hands to throw them with deadly accuracy. "That is why I don't want you here, if I just react, I might hurt you. "
"Okay, please call me or I will call you." she backed out of the room and went home. The front door shut securely and locked behind her.
He was alone, and he made himself ready for bed...for anything. As he slept, he held a knife with his right hand, just so if he were to move it would not hurt him, yet if he were to wake and need it, it would be ready to go.
But how good were they against...a dream?
God it felt good, moving, slowly pressed up against strong shoulders, arms around him, supporting him. He knew who it was, Thorn Vancanis, he was dancing with him, no music just them. He looked up at Thorn, there was no fear this time, he was real, a man, a beautifully handsome man smiling down at him. Thorn's hand moved up and under Yokushi’s chin to hold it there as he leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was deep, longing, probing. Yokushi invited him in, sucking on his tongue, welcoming him in. He didn't feel invaded, only warm. Yokushi as he lost himself in the kiss, felt Thorn's other hand move over his body, learning, loving wanting to know him. He felt himself being lowered down to a soft bed, when he looked he was naked, he tried to say something, but a finger and a smile stopped him. Thorn, leaned his weight gingerly onto the small frame, whispering into Yo's ear, "help me, I need you."
The whisper sent chills over Yokushi, desire rose in him, his sex awakened. Yokushi felt Thorn's body cover his, soft white skin cool at first drinking in the heat radiating from his body, but then the heat was sparked by movement. Thorn's lips delicately moving down from Yokushi's ear to his throat. Each touch sparked electricity to shiver down Yokushi's spine, making his sex painfully aroused.
"Oh god," He let his fear fade, his apprehension go, as he gave himself to Thorn. He wanted to touch himself to relieve his ache, his want. Yet before he could reach his sex, his wrist was caught and pulled away from himself. Both of his hands were then brought together up and over his head, this made him look into Thorn's eyes. The ice blue was now a deep smoldering violet of desire. Thorn smiled and then went back to Yokushi's neck. A tongue moved down his jugular and down over his collar bone. He arched up into Thorn as he felt the tongue find his nipple. Lips encircled it and teeth gently bit down. Oh but it didn't stop there, Yokushi whimpered as he felt Thorn's body move lower, his lips travel further down, finding his sex.
"God!" Yokushi tried to lift his hips, tried to press further into the now warm and inviting mouth, but with a strong hand Thorn kept him down and in place while he moved over Yokushi's shaft.
As one hand held him down and a mouth moved over him, he felt the other hand move to his opening. One finger at first. It moved gently into him, teasing his spot, knowingly moving in and out with the rhythm of those wondrous lips. Then there were two....three...stretching...preparing him...god how he wanted to be filled by Thorn.
"In me...please...in...need you..." he heard his own words. Those same words Thorn used....need you...who truly needed who. His mind couldn't think, he only wanted to feel. Thorn needed no more then those words, he moved up over Yokushi bringing up Yokushi's legs over his strong arms, opening Yokushi before him. There was no way to fight him, no way Yokushi could say no or prevent this...but he didn't want to. He wanted to feel. Feel complete.
-7-
Yokushi forced himself to move, and dress. He knew he had to go to work, but the dream, god the dream kept sending chills through him, he could stay in his bed all day and work that dream over and over again. He called Jeanette before he left, and told her nothing happened, he didn't want to say he was basically having an erotic dream about a statue. She again told him of her findings of the name of Vancanis, nothing much, but she kept trying.
As he worked the data started to meld together, and then he just had to stop and take a break, walk around, stretch and smoke. Going outside he sat on the side of the door way, leaning up against the wall. Smoking felt good it calmed him, but he didn't want to be outside for long, didn't want to come face to face with him...but then he did, the mixture of emotions made his head hurt.
He quickly turned and went back inside, the guards locking the door of the museum behind him. No one could get in here, no one. That made him feel a little bit more secure. He sighed as he went back into his little room, his corner of the dungeon. He let the door close shut automatically, as he sat at his computer, but then he heard the door lock, he twisted around but before he could scream, a hand was over his mouth, arms pulling him up into a strong hold, he was looking into the ice blue eyes of Thorn Vancanis once again.
"Shhhhh, you must not scream Yokushi, I will not hurt you."
Yokushi's mind raced, I want you to hurt me, god draw me closer, draw me inside. He then began to wiggle wanting to get free from his own thoughts.
"I must have your word you will not scream, I need to talk to you. Please...please" his hold loosened and he slowly backed away from Yokushi.
"You're real, what are you?"
"In classic terms I am what you call a...vampire."
"Holy shit," adrenaline pumped through him, he tried to bolt, but in a blur of movement Thorn took hold of him again, this time from the back, hand around covering his mouth.
"If this is how I need to hold you to tell you my story and get you to listen I will. Now one more time, will you try to be calm, or do I have to tie you and gag you to get you to listen." Thorn's dominant tone actually calmed Yokushi, he felt a solidity that he hadn't before. He relaxed in Thorn's hold. Thorn brought his face to Yokushi's ear, "do we have a truce?" The air moving over his skin made him feel his arousal, being held, being possessed, yet secure. All he could do was nod. Thorn removed his hand, and let Yokushi move away, yet he still moved to stand between Yokushi and the door.
"How can you be alive? There is no such thing as vampires."
"I wish that were true, but I am sure even you my friend have come in contact with my kind with out even knowing. And I am not alive, in a sense, I exist, I feel, but I can not die a normal death."
"You said you were a dancer, what happened?"
"Tis a long story, do you wish to hear it all, for I am finding the need to tell it to anyone who will listen, please?"
"Hey I am getting paid by the hour, why not," he tried a bit of levity to try to calm himself and to stall to work out a way to escape.
"Then sit and be comfortable, it being more then two hundred years ago I have had many a day to go over it, and regret. This night I saw up on a flashing wall the day's date, it is my mother's birthday today. How wondrously ironic." he started to ramble...loose himself as if going over the story so many time in so many years he didn't care how it sounded. Just so he said it. "It is all I can do just to remember her now; her face, her smile, her beauty, and her warnings."
" I remember she asked me a question when I was but a boy of five. 'Thorn, my son do you believe in things magical?' Looking back on it now she showed my age great respect in asking such a question. I answered as truthfully as a boy who did not wish to disappoint his parents could, 'Yes mother I do'. 'And do you fear it?' at that time in my life I was at the beginning of my arrogance, so I answered, 'No mother I fear nothing.' Her remark to meat the time hurt my ever inflating ego, 'Then my son I am afraid for you.' "
Yokushi began to worry, he sensed Thorn's need to speak, but he also watched as Thorn began to pace, like an animal in a cage growing agitated and wanting to strike out at anything.
" How dare she insist that I should be of something usually based on legends, tales or old peoples musings? Yet I know now of what she spoke," Thorn sat onto the floor, leaning up against the door, " I now know fear; and I know hell. I cannot disbelieve in magic for it reached out and plucked me from my world; my world of movement and freedom and caged me in a world of the motionless dance called immortality. And I would have stayed in that position until the end of time, if it wasn't for you, for your soul that reached out to me. "
"I mmm...thought it was just a dream,"
"No it was me calling out for help, you reached back and answered."
Yokushi's face flushed, and Thorn smiled. Yokushi didn't know if it was because he looked foolish or that Thorn actually was thankful.
"What happened, who did this to you? I thought stakes to the heart of a vampire would like kill em?"
"If done correctly, but if done precisely one can paralyze a vampire and keep it like that forever if you wished."
"Tell me."
"The years to me have melded into a flow of time in which distinguishing specific dates is rather hard, yet I will try for the sake of my story. I was born in 1770 in Germany near Ulm, in the Barony of the Black Forest. I am the only son of the appointed Baron of the Black Forest, Eric Vancanis and the Baroness, Rose Vancanis. I grew needing nothing and wanting everything. I was told over and over that was ethereally beautiful for I had black hair and the whitest of skin. Being raised a spoiled aristocrat I used my beauty to my advantage in every way. I was arrogant and unfeeling as a boy, yet I did have one love. It was dancing. My parents recognized my talent and began my private tutoring with some of the top ballet teachers in both Germany and Switzerland. I became a star of the Royal German Ballet. I enjoyed my spotlight, and I wanted more so I began to choreograph for the ballet. I don't know when or exactly how it happened but I did change. I began to truly care for the art and the artists. The spoiled arrogant brat actually danced his way into maturity.
I had reached my 25th birthday; at this time in my life I was dancing, choreographing and also teaching. I had become one of the leading teachers in Germany. It was immensely satisfying knowing I helped that which I loved so dear, to survive down to future generations. Yet I didn't know someone else had that self same idea planed for me.
The Ballet was touring and was in Berlin for its last performance. All of the performers out shown themselves as they were given a standing ovation, by the overflowing crowd. And I was also applauded for the dance and the choreography. As I went out onto the state for my final bows, I noticed a fear in the pit of my heart. Like something had grabbed my soul. Yet, this feeling quickly faded and I forgot about it as the evening wore on.
The dancers and I went out and enjoyed the nightlife of Berlin as our reward. As we were heading back. I saw a strange carriage following us. It followed for a long time, always keeping its distance. This scared some of the performers. Fearing for the young women of the troupe, I asked the male dancers to split and escort them back to the rooms, I was going to find an officer of the law. They asked me to come with them and not to go off alone, yet I being the eldest and the one responsible for them, I told them I would be all right. I regret that choice.
As soon as I was alone on the street, the carriage started coming towards me. I kept walking. I tried to go down streets that hopefully would have soldiers on them, yet as fate would have it my choices were not to my better. Street after street, the carriage followed me, and I found myself running. I was afraid. Suddenly, I no longer heart it behind me. I stopped and turned. It was no where to be found. Then with a start, I turned again, it had appeared in front of me. How, I did not know. I found myself retreating from it and the door opened. Within the sea of blackness, I saw her. Her ivory skin and her white hair contrasted with her deep blue evening gown. She was beautiful. When she smiled, I was so angered, how dare this woman toy with me. I walked forward to confront her, yet a sharp pain to the back of my head made the world go black.
When I awoke, I found myself surrounded by comforting warmth. I was alone in bed, I looked and was naked. I didn't know what had happened to me. I tried to get up to find my cloths, but I was chained. I tried to pull loose, but I could not. Then I heard her in my mind.
"My name that you will call me is Silver." She walked through the door.
I confronted her asking why I was taken, how she read my thoughts, what she wanted from me. She only laughed at my barrage of questions which angered me more.
" I am a collector of art and you are to be my masterpiece."
I thought with this talk she was a lunatic. A servant came to her and she ordered him to draw a bath and to lie out the cloths she had picked for me, the ones you see on me now. Then she came to me I moved from her as far as the chains allowed and my decency required. I demanded of her to stay away from me, but she kept coming. Then I heard her demand, "stop." The lonely word made my body obey.
"Yes you will be marvelous." She smiled as she made me sit beside her. I saw her teeth grow into fangs and my fear condensed in my heart forming one word...vampire. I couldn't strike her, so I called out in my mind to my parents, my friends, and my reluctant god. She leaned in to me and opened a wound on my neck. God it hurt, yet the pain quickly slid into ecstasy. As her mouth began to pull the life from me I went deeper and deeper into pleasure. I fell into her for I had not the strength even to sit up right. My heart slowed. But I do remember whispering to her that night, "I will be free."
She completed my transformation with a cut to her arm, as my heart slowed she thrust her arm into my mouth. I was so dry, I needed the warmth and wetness it carried. But she only gave me a small portion for as she put it, "No my dancer, you have enough for what I want of you" She told the servant to watch over me, for when I was finished the transformation I would need to be cleaned and partially dressed. When that was finished, more servants came to collect me, I just fell into their arms due to her I hadn't the strength to fight back. They led me down the hall, down to Silver, down to hell.
The new room was full of statues and paintings. I thought to myself, am I to be chained here for her enjoyment? But then I saw it; the pedestal with that damn inscription. The word Eternity made fear take me over, the last bit of adrenaline forced my body to fight the men holding me. Silver screamed to them not to damage me, she wanted me to be perfect. When they grabbed my arms they pulled me taught between them. Silver then nodded to a another behind me that I could not see. At that, a sharp pain entered my body through my back and threatened to explode my heart. Slowly outwardly from the pain, a paralysis inched its way over my body. I couldn't move. I was still aware of al that was happening around me. Silver then ordered her men to stand me on the pedestal and secure me there, positioning me in the way she wished. Her men dismissed, she came over to inspect me, she touched my body freely, taking liberties I allowed no one."
Yokushi felt Thorn's pain, knew it and could see himself in Nicholas' hold, being someone's possession. Thorn kept talking, weaving his story, getting up and pacing, letting some of the pain be released.
"Now you will last forever with me. I will teach you all I know of this existence, not that you will ever need it. I will also give you blood though your skin so you can stay aware of what is around you. There is much to learn my masterpiece." She laughed, a reminder that I would never move again. Only one thing I felt moving on my body was a tear, the last one I would shed for two hundred years.
She kept her word through the decades she taught me the way of vampires. How to hunt, how to kill, how to make servants, how to lure humans by sex, how to protect myself from the dangers of vampires such as sunlight and fire. I watched and learned because the one main ballet I choreographed was one of revenge, one of her death by my hand. But that would not be, for I guess one year ago, she did not return. The one that took care of the estate talked of her death and did not care of her final wishes especially when it came to her precious art. He only wished to make a profit, so he "donated" all of her art which included me to the museum. And I thought I was in true hell when one covered me and my world not only was a motionless dance, it became dark as well."
"Holy shit. You've been down here for a year and hell, not being able to move for two hundred. Did you ever found out who killed her?"
"I am just thankful she is dead, but I am sad I didn't feel it."
"So you are not sure she is dead?"
"No. But what matters is that I am free, free to move, to dance, to ...." he looked at Yokushi wanting to say more. "I thank you again for helping me. But I still need your help in this world. I feel so alone. My world is gone. This one is so vast and new, please teach me of it."
"All I can teach you is that it sucks, " he looked up and Thorn was studying him, " You keep looking at me funny what is it?"
"Forgive me, in all of my travels human as well as statue, I have not seen to many of the orient like you."
" I'm Japanese."
" What does your name mean, Yokushi?'
"Depends, in Japanese you can change the meaning of a word with out changing the sound with a few brush strokes. My mother ment to mean Desired (Yoku) Child (shi). But I changed it to Desired Death when I was in a gang, course those idiots the meaning was lost on their stupidity they just called me Blades."
"Your knives I saw them when I put you in your bed"
"What?"
"After you pulled the stake out, you passed out. I took your wallet and found after many an hour your home. When I placed you in your bed I wanted to make you comfortable, but I found nothing save your knives in the drawer next to your bed. I laid the wallet down, and left"
Yokushi put his hand to his neck without thinking.
"No I did not drink from you, God how I wanted to, needed to, but I didn't want to hurt you, you had saved me. So I made sure you were safe then went out to...find another. So, you are gifted with your knives?" he said trying to change the subject.
"Yeah given a chance I could filet someone before they knew it. If you want to call it a gift go ahead."
"Doesn't seem like you."
"Well I had to develop some skills to stay alive thank you."
"Where is your family"
"Dead. I've been alone since I was ten."
"Ten?"
"Yup in and out of foster homes, and how wonderful a life that was,” Yokushi sat down and turned away from Thorn, "Being used and abused." Becoming angry, "It was better when I was on my own, on the streets, at least after some son of a bitch fucked me and then beat the hell out of me I would have a few dollars in my pocket to eat when I wanted. Then I worked my way into this city and I was taken in by Nicholas. Lucky me."
"I am not sure what I would have done if I did not have my childhood, I..."
"Don't start feeling sorry for me. I HATE that. I took care of myself and can still take care of myself with out anyone or fangs or what ever. Damn it." Yokushi got up and walked away from Thorn.
"Yokushi, forgive me” Thorn grabbed for Yokushi's shoulders.
"Shut up! Let go,” Thorn felt Yokushi was now just lashing out at his own anger. He wanted to pull him close, calm him...and more. Yokushi took another swing at Thorn, which was grabbed by his wrist.
"Let go, who the fuck do you think you are, son of a bitch." Thorn pushed him back into a wall and held him
"We will stay like this until you calm down."
"Just like all the rest aren't you! Just going to tell me what to do, then take what you want then leave. I help you, you tell me to fuck off. Son of a ..." Knowing Yokushi was ranting from the pain of his memories, Thorn's mouth covered Yokushi's, kissing him deeply letting the screams enter him. Yet slowly the screams relaxed into moans, Yokushi closed his eyes and relaxed his body. As they kissed, Thorn was more then tempted by his darker side to ravage not just the mouth he had possession of.
The spell broke with a knock on the door.
"Hey in there, is every thing all right?" it was the security guard.
Thorn pulled away whispering, "answer him." it wasn't an order; he was only trying to guide the now dazed Yokushi.
Blinking back into reality, "I'm fine..." Staring into Thorn's ice blue eyes and smile, "Just got mad at the computer, the damn thing burped and ate my data. "
"All right, but you really shouldn't lock the door while you are in there...potential hazard Okay?"
"Sure thing man,” He could just stand there watching Thorn. Thorn released his hold and quietly made his way to the door. Resting an ear to its cold surface, he made a gesture to stay quiet until the guard had left the area. When all was clear, he turned and smiled.
"Are you okay?"
"You kissed me."
"Forgive me, you were raging and I heard the guard coming so I had to do something."
"Oh..." It almost hurt that it was for that reason only that he was kissed.
"I hope it was not too unpleasant, for to be honest it was not for me." smiling devilishly.
Yokushi felt himself blush.
"I will leave now, I do not wish to cause you any more trouble."
"But where are you going, I mean, where do you go during the day?"
"I went deeper into the basement here."
"Why not...I mean." oh shit, what am I doing he thought, "...why not stay at my place. I have room."
Thorn smiled, "I thank you, I was hoping you would ask me, it helps being around a friendly face."
"You know where I live, hell of course you do. Just meet me there later."
"I will, right now I need to leave, for your protection."
"huh?'
"I am feeling my hunger grow and being in this enclosed space with you, smelling your blood, hearing your heart I don't want to hurt you. I will see you tomorrow, thank you again and thank you for my freedom." Thorn turned and slipped out of the room.
Yokushi just stood there then he felt his legs give way; he slipped down the wall still dazed. Thorn, the statue... a vampire, had kissed him.
-8-
Yokushi sat waiting not knowing when Thorn would come, flipping through channels not really watching the TV. The only thing he would think of was the kiss.
'What now?' he thought to himself, 'I wanted so much for the statue to be real, to move, to take me away from myself, and now that he's walking talking...and whatever. God what now?' he stood letting the TV run on an old channel with I Love Lucy on it, he went to the window to see if he could see Thorn coming. Nothing. A few parked cars, neon lights flickering, no movement save a darkened window closing on a car across the street that started quickly down the road. A knock.
Without checking he went and swung the door open, there Thorn stood tall, proud and wearing new expensive cloths. He smiled, "may I come in?"
"Sure, where did you get the cloths?"
Thorn sat the extra bag of newly bought cloths down next to the couch, then sat down, "I am not proud of what I needed to do, but I had to acquire new cloths, my other cloths were a bit dated and worn. I came in contact with a man that had more then enough money whom I doubt would miss a few bills, or a bit of blood. Trust me he is no worse for wear, and I am sure he will think he was merely robbed."
"Ya, there are enough rich bastards to borrow money from, trust me I've done it before when I had to. You take the bedroom, I'll take the couch. I am sure that during the day my bedroom is the darkest."
"I don't know how to say thank you, but I know I will be doing so for a long time."
"Well it's all good right? the room is down there to the left and the bathroom...you do use a bathroom don't ya?"
"I will need to bathe yes, " Thorn couldn't help but to laugh.
"Oh, yeah right, well that is to the right. Like this is a big place one could get lost in."
"You are a gracious host." Thorn picked up his purchases and went into the room. Yokushi wanted to follow but the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Yokushi, why didn't you stop by?
"Shit I am sorry Jeanette, I didn't mean to worry you."
"Why don't you come by tomorrow, I can possibly do more sketches."
"Sure just make sure the room is warmer!"
"Are you sure you are all right?"
"I am fine, I just need some sleep though, the computer at worked pissed me off." His mind flashed to Thorn's kiss.
"See you tomorrow:"
"Sure bye." When he turned Thorn was there watching him. "You are staring again."
"Just amazed at the technology around me," Thorn crossed the room and sat, "Silver would show me these things on occasion. The world changed so quickly."
Yokushi came and sat down at the far end of the couch, hearing the sadness in Thorn's voice, "Never thought of that, I guess it would go fast for you when you ...like you were...are."
"Tomorrow I will search for a place where I can dance. I need to move and keep moving. Resting still unnerves me."
"I know of an old theater close to here they ware doing renovations, but I am sure I can get you in."
"You know the owner."
"No, I pick the lock, and I can persuade people in my own way," Yokushi nervously laughed.
Thorn smiled and stood, " I will let you rest I know this night has been stressful to say the least."
"If you need anything, or can't find anything just ask."
"I will good dreams Yokushi." Thorn smiled and walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Yokushi sat for a moment, sighing feeling like he had held his breath all the time Thorn was around him. Would he tell Jeanette? Would she believe him? She believed in spirits, why not vampires? He wondered if Thorn really was the shadow she mentioned. He would see her tomorrow and then he would see if he would or could tell her.
Thorn waited until the light in the other room went out to go and rest. Something within him needed to know Yokushi was asleep. Slipping out of his cloths and into the bed with one smooth motion, he sighed glad to be free.
As he waited for the day sleep to overtake him, he let his senses open listening to Yokushi settle in to sleep, the outside city noises, the feeling of the smooth texture of the bed, Yokushi's bed and pulling in the scents. Thorn didn't need to breathe but his sense of smell was now automatic like an animals. It was Yokushi's scent, a hint of cologne, sweat and musk. Thorn turned over, pressing himself up against the mattress as if it were Yokushi's body. Yearnings filled him, memories of his adolescence, years of sexual exploration, taking what he wanted, doing what he wanted. He wanted Yokushi. He pulled himself up to all fours looking down, imagining Yokushi below him bound, sensually moving, arching, with eyes begging to take him. Blood rushed to Thorn's sex, he hungered now not for just nourishment so with liquid grace Thorn moved from the bed, crossed the room, left the room towards Yokushi.
Yokushi was fast asleep on the couch, lying on his back tangled within a sheet. It looked as if he tossed and turned for a while before sleep over took him. One arm raised above his head over the arm of the couch the other down crossed over his stomach. With his head tilted to the side, Thorn could make out the slight movement of his heart beat through his jugular vein. Thorn felt his fangs grow, kneeling next to Yokushi fighting not to ravage the throat being offered to him.
He forced words, "Yokushi wake...please."
His words made Yokushi move, oh so feminine, so beautiful, yet so angled and masculine.
"I beg you..."
Yokushi's eyes flashed open, startled he braced himself into the couch. "Thorn? what's wrong?" Then he saw the fangs, fear flashed in his eyes, moving as far back as the couch would allow. "Thorn, what's wrong, what do you want?"
"A taste," Thorn's eyes drunk with desire.
"Didn't you already..."
"That is for sustenance, this is for desire."
"Desire?"
"You are a beautiful man, If you wish this not to happen tell me, tell me quickly and I will not harm you, I just want to please you."
Letting his own desire push back the fear slightly, "does it hurt?"
"For but a moment, but I want to show you how to fly." he smiled and moved in nestling into Yokushi's neck. Yokushi, tense, felt a gentle kiss over his skin then piercing pain. The feeling of needles penetrating his skin made him gasp, his hands moved to Thorn's shoulders as if to push him away but then pain tingled into a pulsating warmth. Every time Thorn moved his lips to draw out Yokushi's precious blood it sent waves down Yokushi’s spine, making his body awaken even more. Thorn's hands moved over Yokushi caressing, reassuring, calming. At last he felt a long lick up his neck and Thorn pulled back, his eyes concerned about what just happened.
"Yokushi...I..."
Yokushi's hand moved to his neck, as he stared into Thorn's eyes, there was no wound, no blood, nothing just tingling sensations.
"I was...Yokushi..."
"Shut up."
Thorn smiled.
"Next time give me more warning"
"Next time?"
"Don't make it a fucking hobby, I'll shrivel up."
"I won't, sleep, I will leave you alone now. It was just your room...you over powered me"
"I over powered YOU?"
"Your influence is stronger then you know, good night Yokushi." As he walked away Yokushi realized Thorn was naked.
"Goodnight Toge."
"Toge?" He turned, not concerned with his nakedness. The shadows of the room covered his body just enough for the imagination to be tempted.
"Oh sorry, that is Japanese for the word Thorn."
Thorn smiled, "I like that." Yokushi heard the door close only then could he relax. He nestled down into the couch staring at the ceiling. Was that a dream?
-9-
Yokushi closed the apartment door as quietly as he could, not knowing if Thorn could be woken during the day or not. With his hand still on the door he leaned his head against it's cold surface, standing, he still felt the sensations of Thorn's delicate touch. He wanted to go back inside and as if the apartment was now more of a safe haven then ever. He pushed away and headed for his appointment, the faster he got it over with he thought the faster he could get back to ...back home. Within his own thoughts, Yokushi didn't see the shadow who followed him.
-10-
Akimi Miami, the strict new parole officer he was just so lucky to be assigned to. Not that he was complaining or anything but he found it odd that she being Japanese was given his case at the last minute. Her office even felt like walking into Japan, she didn't seem to even want to be in the states, it seemed like she longed to be in Japan. He laughed to himself, he couldn't even cuss at her, his edge of using Japanese couldn't help him here, she would know what he was saying.
He began to fidget, waiting for his turn to see her for all of five minutes to say hi, doing fine, and bye. God he needed a cigarette. He was called by the receptionist to go in to the office. Akimi was on the phone when he came in, he only heard snippets of the conversation as he tried to sit and keep himself preoccupied until she was finished.
"No sir, I understand that you care for the young man but I can not disclose that information until I meet with you. And yes know that you are who you say you are. It is for the safety of our parolees. Then please leave your name, number and your office address with my secretary and I will meet with you," as she was talking she began staring at Yokushi, he smiled and looked away, "goodbye."
"Hello, Mr. Shimna."
"Hey Ms Miami how's it going?"
"Fine," she smiled at him, she so expected him to refer to her with the formal Japanese. "how is your job."
"Cool, I mean it's going okay," he began shifting in his seat thinking of Thorn.
She opened his file, "I am glad to hear it, I was sure if you could feel confident of your talents you would be able to excel and not be tempted to go back to your old ways."
"No way I'm going back now," Course Yokushi was thinking more then just the Job. His hand moved over his neck where Thorn had fed.
"Are you okay?"
"Ya, just slept funny got a stiff neck that's all," Quickly he pulled his hand away like a child just caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Then Mr. Shimna please remember if you ever need anything call me, you do have my card."
"Yup."
"Good," Akimi thought for a moment, "Yokushi have you ever thought of going to Japan?"
"Not recently. I don't think of it much after my mom and dad died." his thought continued the sentence within his head, 'and there is that vampire now in my life.'
"I didn't mean to bring up unhappy memories."
"If that was my only unhappy memory in my life, then I would be giddy."
"Again if you need anything you need just call."
"Thanks," he shook her hand and actually found himself bowing slightly to her. Before he even made it out the door she was on the phone again.
Now, all he wanted to do was to go home.
-11-
He called the theater from a pay phone, not wanting to have Thorn know how he was going to get the theater for the night. Why did he feel he was betraying Thorn, he was doing him a favor. Suddenly the phone was answered.
"Theater security can I help you?"
"I hope so, I was wondering during the renovations is there anyone allowed to utilize the stage?"
"I am sorry no"
"But the renovations are not near the stage are they? There would be no hazard to anyone on the stage right?"
"Yes, but I can not allow anyone in at this time."
"Could I get your name?"
"It's Matt."
"Listen Matt, this is for a friend, he really needs his time and I have ways to make it worth your while."
"Oh really? how much is it worth to you?"
"I'm not talking money Matt, there are other ways to satisfy a debt."
"MMmm, okay you have my attention. When does he want to have the stage?"
"Tonight."
"I'm not sure if I can arrange it that fast."
"Matt, I have faith in your abilities" Yokushi purred over the phone, using all of his charm in one syrupy request, "So you, should have faith in mine." Come on take the bate you asshole, Yokushi thought to himself.
"Okay, we will do a test arrangement tonight...7ish? and we will see if you can satisfy the rental of the stage. Agreed?"
"Agreed. I will see you at 7. Good by Matt." When he hung the phone up, he felt nauseous; he hated sweet talking his way around slim balls. Yokushi took off for home, trying to mentally ready himself for tonight.
-12-
"Are you sure about this Yokushi?"
"Sure I'm sure, you go ahead down to the stage and do what you want to do. I'll talk with the security guard or stage manager guy and take care of things at least for tonight. I talked with him earlier on the phone."
"I appreciate this my friend," he didn't want to leave Yokushi because he knew he wasn't getting the whole truth about this arrangement. He heard a slight bit of fear in Yokushi's voice, a tremble of uncertainty, but his soul screamed out, demanded to dance.
Yokushi entered the small office. "You mmm..Mat? I talked with you earlier about my friend dancing here?"
"Oh yeah, he down on stage?"
"He just went down."
"Good don't wanna be interrupted."
"No...I suppose not."
"What you backing out? Wanna just give me some money for the rent of the stage?"
"I told you I don't have the money."
"Then what's it gonna be?"
Yokushi stopped speaking only acted, he wanted to get this over with. Why was he doing this, god how he loathed it... himself. But he knew what dancing ment to Thorn. This was only...an act, one he could forget like all the others. He turned his feelings off and knelt between Matt's legs. Matt smiled leaning back letting Yokushi do all the work.
He used to be so good at belts, buttons and fasteners. Now he just fumbled. God how he didn't want to do this but he was at the point of no return when matt's sex was released. He couldn't turn and run, Matt's hands were already in his hear forcing his face...his lips around the shaft in front of him. This is all he knew.
-13-
Thorn walked out onto the stage. The lights were only work lights, no colors, not arranged, no spotlight. That in itself gave him a small sense of relief. No spot light, no focus on him, so he could focus on moving...dancing.
The stage was slightly dusty, well worn but still magnificent. He knelt down and touched the stage. As if in reverence of a holy icon. His body was ready to dance, but for the first time he was scared. Anger. Damn Silver. She not only took movement away from him, but she planted the seed of fear. The fear of ever being watched again, ever to perform for another ever again.
He stood, first thing first, he had to dance for himself.
-14-
"That was sweet, holy shit you are as good, hell better then my girlfriend."
Yokushi really didn't hear him, he wanted to go and wash his mouth out, wash the taste away. "So you gonna let him dance for a while?"
"Yeah, that was good for a couple of hours, what do you do for a whole night?"
Matt made Yokushi's skin crawl with that suggestion. "he just needs a couple of hours."
"Since he's gonna be busy, you want to stay and we can stay busy?"
"No...I paid you, I'll be leaving now."
"Come on don't be like that, you wouldn't have done it if you didn't like it, or are you just a whore that is addicted to doing shit like this?"
Yokushi headed for the door.
-15-
Thorn positioned himself. No music, no sound only movement for now. Slow, tentative at first. Testing his legs, skill remembered, strength returning, confidence growing. His movements quickened, challenged and thrilled. Pushing himself using all of the stage to create his dance. Moving, twirling, turning, leaping and landing.
For just a moment he stood letting the feeling, the expression burn in him. Horror. Someone was watching, he turned let his senses find this person. His anger turned to rage which was fueled by fear. Like a caged animal he screamed, "Who is there? Answer me!!"
"I am sorry Thorn, it's only me. Didn't want to bother you, I was on my way out, keep dancing, you've got the place for a couple of hours...keep dancing."
He blinked to the realization, "Yokushi, wait..." But before he finished, Yokushi had slipped out of the door. Something was wrong he knew it. As he stepped from the stage, he had to look back. He had started and it felt good to dance again. No, it felt wonderful.
Yokushi had skillfully disappeared into the streets. Thorn was amazed at how Yokushi knew his way, adapted and survived. Thorn turned to his senses to track him. He was headed back to the apartment.
Thorn truly began to worry when he entered the apartment. There in the hallway was a trail of cloths towards the bathroom. Thorn heard the shower running and saw the steam bellowing out from between the crack in the door. Quietly he pushed the door open, there in the shower Yokushi leaned towards the shower head, resting on his elbows, letting his head fall . Hair falling covering his face. The water was falling over his back, his muscles tensed as the heat pulled blood to the surface of his skin. He was scolding himself. Thorn threw open the door, rushed to him pulling him from the shower.
"What the fuck are you doing here, you're supposed to be dancing," Yokushi yanked a towel from the counter to cover himself. Thorn turned the water off.
"I was worried about you, I didn't mean to yell at you, you had just startled me."
Yokushi was gathering up his clothes as Thorn turned him to face him.
"Why were you scolding yourself that water was..."
"None of your fucking business, I set up that theater, now go and dance damn it."
The fear, the anger, the humiliation poured out of Yokushi, tears swelled to the surface of his eyes. Just like a hurt child he held them back, putting on a false determined face. Then Thorn smelled it, a scent not Yokushi's, fresh male musk. Thorn looked to Yokushi's cloths then grabbed them away, pulling them close to check out this new smell. What was it? Who?
"Give those back, don't!" Yokushi tried to pull the cloths back.
No. The realization stuck, "how did you pay for the theater Yokushi?" Thorn begged within his mind not to hear what he feared.
"None of your business."
"Yokushi, I appreciate what you did for me, but it was not worth...not worth you."
"How do you know how much I am worth?"
"I know how much I value your friendship. I can dance anywhere the alleyway, the roof, yes the stage was wondrous but Please don't ever sell yourself for me..."
With that Yokushi trembled and gave way to his control over his tears. Before he could hit the floor, Thorn picked him up and took him to the bedroom.
"Why Yokushi?"
"You wanted to dance so badly, it's the only way I know how to ..."
"Please promise me never to prostitute yourself for me or anyone again."
"I can't..."
"Why can't you? you can."
"You don't understand."
"I would if you let me."
Yokushi rolled over covering himself, rolling up into a ball. Thorn decided if Yokushi couldn't stop, he would at least stop the people who wanted to use Yokushi like this. Lightly touching Yokushi's mind he whispered, "sleep." willing Yokushi to rest.
Thorn stood for awhile over Yokushi watching the slight rise and fall of his breath, and the sheets as they fell over his body. Thorn allowed the anger to build into a knot in his stomach. He allowed it to build until he couldn't stand it any longer. He had to go back to the theater.
-16-
Matt did his rounds thinking about Yokushi and since he hadn't seen any so called friend, he figured more then likely he just did a whore some good. He laughed to himself musing he hoped he could help more in the future. Hitting the switched to the lights and turning the alarms on he started to whistle to himself.
"Shut up" came the angry whisper.
Matt turned quickly like the voice was right behind him, "Who's there?"
"You will not need my name after I am through with you."
"Yeah well I don't need to know your name to shoot you. Get the hell outta here, I'll call the police."
"Will you?" Shock, the question was whispered right behind his left ear. Matt turned Thorn towered over him. Before he could react, Thorn grabbed the gun and threw it far to the other side to the stage, then he pushed Matt back hard and with out mercy.
"How dare you ever think of touching him."
"What the fuck are you...who? The whore? he touched me! He's the one..."
Thorn grabbed him up, "Utter the word whore again and I will not think twice about ripping your throat out."
"Why what do you think he is?"
Thorn smiled. He pulled Matt to the side wrapping them both up into the curtains.
"What are you doing?"
Thorn pulled Matt close, one arm moved around the man's waist keeping their bodies pressed together, the other hand moved to hair grabbing what he could pulling Matt's head back.
"Hey don't...I'm sorry man...don't"
"Don't what?"
"Hurt me please."
Thorn let himself laugh, through this laughter he felt the clock turn back to a time where he could or would do anything to the people around him for his own pleasure. Thorn licked the man's neck, "I love it when they beg." He said this to make the man fear him more, but it was also true. He did like it when he dominated someone, making them his. Before Matt could utter another plea, Thorn's fangs were deep into his flesh, piercing his jugular. Thorn wasn't going to kill him, just bend him a bit. He should have thought of this before. It was his fault Yokushi had felt it was necessary to compromise himself. If he could help it, it would never happen again. Satiated he licked the would healing it as if nothing happened.
"Now I will dance here when I like correct?"
"Yes."
"You will never touch Yokushi again."
"Yes."
"Go about your duties, don't forget the fear or my demands." He released Matt, letting the curtain fall away from them. Thorn used the curtain to disappear into the night. Why didn't he think of this before, to make the man do as he wished, without having Yokushi put himself at risk. He knew, he was so worried he would turn into Silver, taking...only taking just as Silver had done without remorse or thought save for herself. But he was like Silver more then he wanted to admit, hell he was worse when he was younger, far worse. And now he felt himself slip back...back in time.
The man's blood fueled him, awakened his feral self not only did he enjoy dominating that man he enjoyed the fear. Walking back to the apartment confident, strong his thoughts turned to Yokushi. Images of Yokushi being held down, naked before him, submissive, quickened his pace.
-17-
Thorn could only watch for a moment as Yokushi moved in his sleep. Soft, sensual, a breath of a sigh coming from his lips; the sheet falling from his body. Thorn exploded in a rush of desire and lust. He needed to possess Yokushi to show Matt and the world who he belongs to, to protect him. Thorn pounced on his prey, straddling him, grabbing his arms. Yokushi shocked awake, at first not knowing who was attacking him, he tried to fight but he was already caught. His arms forced outstretched to his sides as if he were being crucified.
"Toge?"
Looking down at him, "I'm just giving you what you want, what you need," Thorn leaned in and kissed him forcing his lips open to the onslaught of his tongue. The force of the kiss brought light moans almost whimpers from Yokushi. Thorn's weight made him feel his back, the scolding water had truly left it's mark, now Thorn was doing the same.
Yokushi moved under him, trying to kick or roll free which only made Thorn's desire burn deeper. Thorn sat up, moving his legs up sitting on Yokushi's chest, pinning Yokushi's arms with his legs so he could take off his shirt.
Yokushi's eyes mixed with fear and want, but he still fought, "Thorn stop! don't do this...what have I done?"
"I've felt your desire, god how you reek of sensuality. Your body screams to be taken, to be dominated. I have to do this...you need to be protected."
"No.." a protest, but he was right, Yokushi knew this as love, to be forced, taken and controlled.
Thorn moved laying the length of his body over Yokushi's pulling together Yokushi's wrists so he could now hold them with one hand. The other now fee to explore.
"How I have missed this, and now with you such an exotic beauty." His hand moved over Yokushi's body taking full liberties.
Yokushi closed his eyes and turned his head away unable to fight the strength holding him. A hand grabbed his face and turned him back. He couldn't hide it any longer the tears fell down the sides of his face. This made Thorn hesitate.
Yokushi opened his eyes, "Toge, you're right this is all I know...you can do anything you want...beat me...anything but please don't leave me..."
Numbed Thorn retreated off the bed backing himself up into the corner of the room.
"Oh god Yokushi."
Not understanding Yokushi got up painfully and started for him, "please I'm sorry, don't leave. Please do what you want." Yokushi reached Thorn trying to get Thorn to hold him.
Thorn delicately wrapped an arm around Yokushi's waist. And with the other turned his face up to look at him. "It is I who should be sorry my dear friend. I beg your forgiveness. The blood...my own insanity made me hurt you. I was going to take you against your will."
"Everyone has..."
"But you deserve better, you deserve to be loved and love in return."
"I don't know how, it's always been steal it while you can or get it robbed from you. Nothing is truly mine, not even my body... not anymore."
"Then if you would forgive me and choose to allow me, I will show you what love can truly offer."
"You're really asking my permission?"
"You can say you're not ready. I'll be hurt but for you I can be...I should be patient."
"Toge..." tears again couldn't be held back. "Please show me Toge."
Thorn led Yokushi back to the bed, laid him down. As he watched Thorn removed the rest of his clothing.
"Turn over, let me first take care of your back."
Yokushi did as he was told. Yokushi felt Thorn straddled him again this time, only light fingertips surveyed his red painful back. He gasped suddenly feeling Thorn's tongue, slowly methodically licking healing him. Each stroke of that tongue sent chills through his body.
"God..."
"Shhh...a little bit more."
"More..." he felt himself rise slightly to try to meet Thorn's tongue. Thorn had to smile watching this beautiful man under him.
Once he had tended to every spot of redness he laid down slightly to Yokushi's side to allow his hands to gently explore. Yokushi turned to look at him.
"The pain is gone."
"In that alone I am pleased. But there is so much more," he moved and pulled Yokushi to him on him. Yokushi's hair fell around his face framing his skin with wondrous black. Thorn's arms reached around him, hands moving up and down his spine. Thorn's hands moved to Yokushi's butt kneading, spreading...Yokushi arched back pressing himself into those strong hands. Moving over Thorn's hips, moving with Thorn's hands, his own arousal awakening. He could feel Thorn grow under him. Laying with Thorn under him he felt as if he had control, instead of having things done to him he wanted to be the initiation.
"I am yours Yokushi I just wanted...needed to take care of you... protect you from..."
Yokushi leaned down and kissed Thorn deeply passionately. Thorn kept his hands down on Yokushi's hips helping to press their hardness together. One hand moved to explore Yokushi's vulnerable spot, this made him moan into the kiss. Yokushi in turn lifted his hips slightly so he could move his hand down to Thorn's length. This time Thorn gave in and sighed into the self same kiss. Yokushi's hand felt the full length and width of the magnificent root then delicately he palmed the velvet head, teasing it then with light fingertips around the sensitive edges. As he worked Thorn's sex he parted from his kiss then began to move down Thorn's body.
"Yokushi, god...you know the art of lovemaking well."
"No I know sex, Toge this is the first time I have ever been able to...enjoy someone as they enjoyed me. Thank you."
"No, please thank you," he winked and smiled.
Yokushi moved again this time to kiss and lick Thorn's sex, Thorn arched his body begging for Yokushi's lips. Suddenly, he received his gift. Yokushi's mouth engulfed him, pulling him in, all of him. Rhythmically moving, bringing Thorn closer and closer to climax. Having made him slick and ready, Yokushi moved up again and with one smooth motion impaled himself on Thorn's shaft.
Thorn's hands moved to Yokushi's hips to help steady him. He held him there not wanting him to move just wanting to feel the delicious heat surrounding his length. Slowly it began, Yokushi using his muscular legs to urge himself up the length then back down. Over and over, faster and deeper. Being supported by Thorn, Yokushi's hands moved over his own body, knowing Thorn was watching him, he wanted to keep Thorn's arousal with his sensual moves one hand moved to his own sex matching the rhythmic thrusts of Thorn's hips, the other hand moved up his chest, to his neck...to his mouth. He seductively sucked on his fingers as he did Thorn's sex. Thorn licked his lips wishing he was tasting those fingers. Yokushi leaned in releasing his hold on himself so he could wrap his arms around Thorn's shoulders and neck. Yokushi kissed Thorn quickly then moved his face to Thorn's neck. The intensity of the thrusts were bringing him to climax.
"Toge...I..."
Thorn reached between them wanting Yokushi to release first, he grabbed Yokushi's sex stroking, pulling his climax up and out. Yokushi arched his back, reaching behind him, steadying himself on Thorn's thighs. With his pulsing climax his internal contractions made Thorn gasp. Yokushi released onto Thorn's abdomen and chest. Thorn couldn't bear it any longer with a powerful thrust he released deep in Yokushi. Shuddering and exhausted they collapsed in each others arms.
With his length still in Yokushi, Thorn held him close. Yokushi's head rested on Thorn's chest, Thorn couldn't help but to caress the hair from Yokushi's flushed face.
"You are amazing."
"Thank you Toge."
"And that was only the tip of the ice burg as it were. You deserve so much more."
"Why? Why do you think I do after all I have done?"
"I've done things in my mortal youth that I am sure would make you blush, cringe or make you push me away. And now here I am trying to show attraction, affection and love as a vampire. It is I who am the monster here."
"If you're a monster then Nicholas is Satan."
"Again with this Nicholas."
"At one point I thought he was my savior, a good man, but he just used me, made me his best selling prostitute, had me steal for him and made me keep him happy."
"So you learned the only way to even get a glimpse of love was to sell yourself and live a fantasy?"
"Yeah felt it was my fault when they would beat me and leave."
"No, it was those around you who taught you this."
"And you?"
"I thought I would never find love like I loved the dance. When I was younger I would just use and abuse people so they couldn't get close to threaten my dancing. Besides as a only child I was a spoiled arrogant brat. But then there was Silver who showed me there were always those who could take everything away from you for their own pleasure. For a long time as I stood, I came to believe that my motion was taken from me because of my karma, because I was so evil to others in my youth."
"And here I thought I had strange thoughts in love."
"And here you only wished to be special"
"Yeah."
"Then you have succeeded, you are to me."
"Toge..." looking deeply into the loving blue now almost violet eyes. "Wow."
Thorn smiled, "Wow what?"
"Your eyes, I mean I've noticed them, but damn when you really look they seem to..."
"Change color?"
"Yeah."
"My father would say the same for my mother's eyes. They would change with her moods. When she was angry and I mean angry, her eyes were ice blue. He would say she could cut through a soul with those eyes. But then when she was happy, felt safe and showed him how much she loved him her eyes would warm to blue violet." Thorn smiled remembering the love he saw between his parents wishing one day he would feel the same with some one may be even...
"So you go your looks from your mom?"
"From Both of my parents, yet my mother does hold the bloodline."
"Bloodline?"
"Of the Vancanis."
"You mean...wait. Doesn't the name usually go with the father, I mean that's how it is done today."
"Yes, in most instances woman accept the male's family name. But many families that were like ours in Europe were matriarchal and that has how it has been since before Christ."
"You believe in Jesus Christ? You are a Vampire."
"I know he was a real man, a teacher and a man of great new vision for his time, but I do not believe he is a deity over me."
"Oh."
"What do you believe?"
"Well I was a great practicing atheist until I met you."
"Oh?"
"Yeah meeting a vampire kinda opens a closed mind don’t ya think?"
"Yes one's beliefs would and do definitely change. Forgive me now, the day sleep is coming over me."
"That's okay, just let me stay like this, please."
"Your wish is my command." Thorn grabbed the covers and pulled the warmth over their bodies. Then he wrapped his arms around Yokushi once again, both falling into a blissful sleep.