Nocturnal Romance

Thank you for all the feedback and such so far! I super appreciate it! I am at school right now before a class and therefore don't have a lot of time, so going to keep this short. This part is rated M for strong and graphic yaoi. You have been warned. Enjoy. There is one final part to this that will be up the sooner I recieve feedback! Love!

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Nocturnal Romance

Part Three: Final Scene

This was how people fell into patterns, human and possibly vampire alike, all creatures of austere habit in some way or another.

It took a week or so, for me to begin to grow accustomed to avoiding the sun like the vampires. My body was unaccustomed to staying conscious when it was well and dark outside. But I never once protested to Byakuya about it. He seemed to comprehend well enough though, and never mentioned it.

There was no way for me to say I wasn’t hopelessly in love with him though. I grew edgy when he was away, eager when he was there, and both for completely separate reasons. The topic of turning me into a vampire didn’t surface again for a long time.

In fact, none of the reasons that I was with him in the first place seemed to surface for a long time. It was like he was holding it underwater. It was very easy for me to fail to remember that he was indeed a vampire and not just a man with a bizarre night job.

What I grew anxious about was the fact that I was in love with a man in the first place. No, not a man, but a male of the night breed species. Out of everyone I ever thought I would fall in love with, I never would have pictured myself with Byakuya.

But the more time I spent with him, be it silent or not, the more I realized that it became easier to picture myself with him in diminutive fantasies of being wrapped his pallid arms against the dark sheets, or waking up to kiss him first thing on a vampire morning. These dreams and fantasies even began to affect my schoolwork as I would drift off with a glazed look in my intense eyes and he would have to remind me in a firm but kind way that I was unfocused.

Byakuya wasn’t a man of many words. He was extremely patient with me when I would ask my endless questions about his life before moving to the apartment and saving mine. His answers were frustratingly simple, creating twice as many questions as they answered.

I don’t think he acted intentionally though. I figured he just wasn’t so used to being around humans, or anyone. He was never apologetic, but he was sincere enough that I never complained and just began to write my questions down for later.

I had one question that was going to burn a hole through my tongue if I never got around to requesting it of him. It had plenty of questions with it, should it be answered, and I would think more of possible answers for those than I did for the first one.

I knew that I could be fairly blunt about a lot of things, not being one to beat around the bush or dance around the point. I liked questions with straight answers. But it was my nerves that prevented me in the end. There were plenty of opportunities for me to ask, and he always said that if I wanted to know something, I should ask.

The gears of my mind kept me awake at night as I thought of possible ways to just come out and request the information I so badly wanted to know. I would lay turned away on my side where I thought he couldn’t see me while he was working, close to the edge of dawn for humans. Even as much as I tried to hide my desperation, I knew it was probably vain.

“Uryu,” he finally called as he sat on the bed beside me one night. I knew that he sometimes sat on the bed beside me, when he thought my breathing had slowed enough to indicate sleep. A slender and perfect hand closed on my shoulder, pulling me back toward him.

“Hm?” I mumbled, still trying to keep up my charade of feinting sleep. As those calm gunmetal grey eyes absorbed me, I realized I could conceal nothing from him. His hand was wintry, but it was something I had grown accustomed to and even welcomed. He always seemed to absorb my body heat when he would touch me on occasion, to brush my hair out of my eyes or adjust some article of clothing, or even when he would brush my hand as he helped me with school.

“What is bothering you?” he requested, keeping his hand a little further down my arm. I could not look away from him for an instant, even coming as far as to stop breathing regularly. When he was dressed casually, his shirt mostly unbuttoned, jacket missing, and lack of a belt, it was hard to think correctly. Even his hair pieces were absent and there was no way that I could bite my tongue hard enough to keep from spilling the words I so desperately wanted to ask.

“Have you ever been in love?” my mouth and rebellious tongue blurted before my dazed mind could give subconscious commands and stop them. The tongue is supposed to be a source of trouble according to certain religious studies right?

Byakuya didn’t answer me right away. I had figured he wouldn’t, as he always seemed to carefully consider my words. Sometimes I figured he even laughed or looked down on my sometimes improper manner of speaking.

“No,” he answered quietly as he stared down at my face, the light casting a healthy but unnatural glow on his face. “Because…” He paused with great care, as if he were considering his choice of words. Something akin to confusion and frustration crossed his perfect features as he leaned in. I figured what was going to happen, I had pictured it numerous times, but it was a cheap comparison to the real thing.

Byakuya’s lips enclosed over mind in a soft and controlled manner, his own flesh cold compared to my burning, as he slowly applied pressure. He was calming, like a drug as he slowly pushed some of his own body weight over me. Byakuya was a man of few words after all. It made more sense for him to kiss me than it did for him to try and explain to me how he was feeling.

I couldn’t stop the needy and heeding feeling I began to experience even from this simplified and basic action. My one free arm flew around the back of his neck and into his velvety locks as I tried to press him even closer than he already was. It wasn’t possible to get any closer in this situation, but still I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him to be exact.

“Because I am in love now,” he spoke as we separated our faces just inches apart. I had forgotten by then what I had even asked him. It took a second priority to the kiss. Did he know how addicting he was? “With you.”

“And I you,” I mumbled breathlessly, knowing it sounded extremely cheesy. Since he didn’t have to breathe, kissing me could get complicated and even deadly sometimes, but it was something I would look forward too. It was a risk worth staking your life upon.

His other hand positioned itself on my upper forearm as he leaned in again, capturing my lips with his own stone cold. His lips were surprisingly soft and supple, instead of the unforgiving they appeared to be. He traced my bottom lip with his lush tongue, asking politely for entrance into the warm cavern of my mouth.

I granted it by parting my lips just slightly for him to enter. He began to search my mouth, his tongue brushing over mine curiously. He had been curious about me, requesting information about my life, though I found it boring. I guess it was a fair exchange. He seemed fascinated though. I couldn’t stop the soft moans and whimpers as our saliva mixed and my grip on his hair tightened.

I knew I was growing impatient as I felt the blood begin to rush toward my groin. Byakuya knew how to kiss, despite not having practice. I figured it was just a vampire thing. His hands began to rub my arms as he gently moved away from my mouth to kiss around my chin and jaw line. His lips were wet from kissing me, making the contact feel sloppy. I didn’t mind though.

“Ah Bya-“ I could feel my heart beating in my chest, human against the silence in Byakuya’s as he pressed his body against mine, his tongue darting out to lap at my milky skin. Every small touch was like an electric shock to my oversensitive system. I could feel my groin increasing each time he moved across my skin.

“You have very beautiful skin,” he complimented as those eyes met mine, his lashes half lowered in seduction and lust over eyes darkening with need.

“Ari-“My ‘thank you’ was silenced with his lips gently making soft contact once again. When he touched me my mind would go blank and thoughts refused form with basic and primal urges consuming me, starting from my groin like a plague. His fingernails gently scraped the bare skin of my arms just below the plain white t-shirt I usually slept in.

He began to try to move the collar of my shirt, trying to get at the skin lying dormant and unattended to beneath, just teasing me. I could feel his lips forming smirks as his tongue would lazily dart between his perfect lips to lap like a feline. His hands slowly moved from my arms to scrape across my chest, just over my slightly prominent rib cage on either side as my fingers tangled deeper in his hair and latched onto his back.

His generated breath was faintly earthy like the sakura petals he always seemed to smell of. I could trace the scent in his hair as the strands fell across my face when he shifted, falling around his ears and shoulders. His chilly hands shifted under my shirt so fast that I wasn’t sure they hadn’t been there the whole time.

I could feel my skin begin to goose bump from the temperature of his skin coming into intimate contact with my own and from the virginity of never having someone else, human or otherwise bother to reach under my shirt and feel the soft skin resting there. His fingertips were lacking callousness, showing his nobility.

He planted kisses wherever he felt I needed them, to my lips and neck as he hovered above me slightly. My hands were forced from his glorious locks to his smoothly muscled shoulders. I could see him clearly, despite having already taken my glasses off for sleep. They would have just hindered us anyway.

My back arched off the bed slightly as he reached my nipples, my shirt bunching up over my collarbone and just under my chin in a rather ungraceful and sloppy manner, tweaking the hardened peaks in his supple fingers and rolling them in different directions. My mouth opened with cries of pleasure and surprise, my world nearly exploding in brilliant fireworks.

I could see his lips twisting up in a slow smile as he pulled me toward him, pulling the shirt from my body and throwing it to the clean floor, exposing the pale skin of my upper body to him, allowing his gunmetal eyes to absorb everything. I could feel the rare blush begin to creep across the smooth surface of my cheekbones.

He pushed me back amongst the comforter and the pillows, my head making contact with a soft and hardly inaudible ‘thud,’ as he began to plant lavish kisses and caresses to the soft and supple curves of my neck and shoulders. My hands grasped his shoulders tightly as his cold mouth enclosed around one of my nipples, pulling the pink button in his mouth with his pursed lips as he tugged.

The rest of my body flushed with life and I could hear the almost animalistic noises I was uttering. They surprised me but there was no room for all the sensations he was creating within me. My body was awake and alive with sensitivity as he began to suck on my chest, eventually releasing with a wet ‘pop’ to move to the other side and repeat the process.

My groin was now tenting my plain royal blue boxers, aching to be touched and released. I wondered how his cold mouth would feel wrapped around the hilt, his cold lips pursing as his cheekbones hollowed and sucked, before the thought was replaced with the fact that he was beginning to kiss down the middle of my body, past my ribs and down to the elastic of my underwear.

His hands kept me steady, pinning my hands to the surface of the bed as my fingers grasped the comforter now subconsciously as he lapped around my navel. He was so concentrated on his work and I could hardly think. The soft glow of the light hardly mattered as all I saw for some continuous time was the darkness of my eyelids as my eyes rolled back into my skull.

I thought I might implode from all the cold pleasure he could create even with simple things like dragging a finger across the back of my hand. Now I realized why he never touched me before. My body felt like it was on fire, sweat dripping from every pore, even though the room was at a mild temperature to begin with and Byakuya was as frozen as death itself.

“Ah…Ah!” His perfect white and slightly pointed teeth began to drag the elastic of my boxers down past my carved hips as inch by inch my member was exposed to the air and his eyes. It stood proud and throbbing and suddenly I was slightly ashamed for him to see just how much I was enjoying him.

Byakuya appeared pleased though as he leaned down to plant a chaste kiss to the head. My skin flushed with angry color and I had to look away from him, whimpering. I was slightly embarrassed for what I thought he was going to do next. It just looked so dirty before.

“Are you embarrassed Uryu?” he asked softly as he looked up at me from my legs. He was nuzzling them apart even as he asked me, the soft and cold skin of his nose creating goose bumps wherever it touched. He was smirking.

“Yes,” I whined, suddenly feeling like a small child. I buried my head in the pillow as much as his stone grip on my hands would allow me, trying to turn my exposed body away from him and his intense eyes.

“I will make you feel good,” he told me as he placed another chaste kiss to my shaft. It was like putting an ice cube to the skin during a fever. It felt so good and I realized I wanted more of it as I rolled my body back toward him. I cried out as my back arched off the bed again, my eyes shutting and seeing the fireworks again.

His lips closed around the swollen throbbing head, his lip gently parting the slit in the tip and lapping the pre-cum away. He ‘mmm’ed as his mouth began to slide a little lower. His dark cavern was chilly but damp as his tongue slid down the prominent vein gently.

I moaned and fell back amongst the pillows again, exerting all of my self control not to explode into his mouth right away. He wasn’t even all the way down my shaft and already I felt I was reaching my limit. His perfect nose nestled in the small patch of black-blue hair just above my member, his mouth and throat holding all of me captive.

His thin cheeks began to hollow as he began to suck and pull upward slowly, watching my face with his now darkened eyes. I made strangled cries and whimpers as he continued with this process. I could feel any sound that he made vibrate across my erection.

His lips never broken contact since he never had to breathe. He kept perfect time, gradually increasing as my skin grew heated and flushed, my member covered in his cool saliva, the rest of my body covered in sweat. I could feel my release begin to uncoil in the bottom of my stomach as my grunts grew louder.

I was bucking my hips into his mouth off of the bed as he kept my hands pinned down, resting between my legs, my boxers having rolled to my ankles. His black locks teased the inside of my thighs as he made small noises of encouragement. His tongue was still sliding graciously down the length of my shaft in a delicious manner.

“Bya-“ was the only warning I managed to utter as my hot white arcs spilled into the cavern of his mouth, around his lips, and down his sculpted chin. It glistened in the light as he waited until all of it had spurted out, sucking all of it down calmly. He rose off my flaccid member as he began to use a finger to gently draw it off his face and lick it away.

I watched, entranced, and unsure of what else to do. He smiled at me slowly. It was nice to see him smile. He only seemed to do so for me and that had been rarely, when I really seemed to please him; but now that smile seemed to be hanging around.

“Good,” he complimented. I blushed, but was unable to look away. He crawled forward to kiss me after one hand had pulled my boxers off. “That was your first time?” he asked. I nodded. I thought we had discussed this before. He kissed me again and I could feel my groin come to life again.

He rested back on his legs as he slowly began to finish unbuttoning his shirt, the blood red one that always seemed cut perfectly for his slender frame. He wasn’t intentionally going slowly to tease me; Byakuya seemed to do everything in an unhurried fashion. I watched, too stunned to even be shy about the exposure I provided him with.

His skin was the perfect color of marble, cut finely and sculpted expensively so that every muscle was prominent but not disgustingly so. It was pallid and perfect even down to the top of his pants, which he had started unzipping beside the bed. The movement had been so fast that I had been unable to detect it.

His own growing member tented the fabric of the pale robin’s nest blue boxers he had decided to wear. He did not appear to be ashamed for he turned to smile at me as he moved and crawled back on the bed to settle between my legs once more, his fingers gently touching my proud erection. My stomach began to flip flop with growing anticipation of what might be the next activity.

His own hand drifted down between his legs, sliding below the elastic of his soft boxers and grasping. I could just see the tip through the slit in the material. He stopped teasing himself and me as he straightened up again to kiss my lips and down the length of my body again, each one more delicious than the last. The rest of the world had faded out as his fingers lightly scraped me anywhere he could reach before running themselves in my soft hair, mussing the locks.

One of his hands reached between my legs, wrapping them around his waist as he sought for my tight entrance. I could feel a cold and delicate finger tracing around the tight ring of muscle before slowly slipping in. I gasped from the sudden and alien movement, the walls of my rectum squeezing around his finger. It didn’t hurt but it felt strange as I involuntarily wiggled slightly.

His lips closed on the bottom of my earlobe, sucking gently as he slowly thrust his finger in and out of me until my body relaxed somewhat. I could feel a second finger begin to intrude on the same space as he slowly repeated the process of allowing my walls to relax for him. I didn’t question how he knew such movements. He was three hundred years old, of course he knew things.

The same two fingers slowly began to scissor and stretch to make room for his hardened member lurking just beyond and pressing into my thigh every now and again. I trusted him, probably more than anyone should have. He reassured me with a kiss every now and again, even when he began to test three fingers inside of me.

My body squeezed back around them, but I wasn’t feeling any of the pain I had heard was supposed to accompany intrusion. In fact, pre-cum slid down my member to coat and make the entrance wet, mixing with sweat my body seemed to be producing in vast amounts.

“Are you ready?” he asked softly directly in my ear.

“Yes,” I nodded my head slightly. He was still holding me delicately as if I were going to break like a piece of glass. I guess possibly to a vampire I might. He grabbed my legs gently, bringing them up to rest on his shoulder so that my anus was raised to a different and easier to reach angle.

“You know,” he started as he reached over to the bedside table to pull out a small tube of lubrication. I had never searched through the drawer so I had no idea it was there. “I was hoping that you would want to try this sooner or later, so I was prepared.” He popped the cap off deftly with one hand, squeezing a copious amount into the other and grasping his shaft. I watched, excited as he began to pump into a pallid hand.

He began to ease his hips forward, positioning himself so that he was in perfect line with my entrance as he gently squeezed past the ring of muscles. My walls closed around him tightly as soon as just his throbbing head was inside.

The lube helped with the strange intrusion but still I bit my lip for a moment as Byakuya paused, waiting on me. I couldn’t help but feel slightly helpless this way, but I nodded for him to continue entering me. My insides didn’t feel like they were tearing apart, like I had feared for a second or two. He placed lavish kisses to any part of my flesh that he could reach; reassuring me he wasn’t trying to intentionally hurt me, though I thought I felt teeth scrape. It had to get better or so many people wouldn’t get intimate this way.

His engorged shaft was resting inside of me right down to the hilt and the small patch of pure black hair he had as my legs rested against his shoulders, his hands grasping my hips and mine grasping at the comforter. There was so much of him that I wasn’t sure how to react, feeling him pulse inside of my body, becoming one with me, joined.

He slowly pulled his hips backward an inch at a time so that I could feel all of his impressive length very slowly as he began to thrust forward again, holding me steady. At first I had to admit I felt nothing other than alien and slight pain. But Byakuya began to wiggle his hips around, as if he were trying to adjust or look for something.

I wiggled around myself slightly until I felt the tip of his head brush something wonderful. Fireworks exploded behind my closed eyes as I gave a sharp cry, my fingers even arching as they grasped handfuls of the comforter tightly in my fists. Fire began to creep through my body, even though his member was hard and cool.

I struggled around slightly again as he thrusted into me this time, feeling it brush again and delight race through my body as my cries became unintelligible. My feet slid from his slender shoulders as he wrapped them around his waist and leaned forward to hover just over me again, his hands resting on either side of my head as his hips began to speed up a little.

That was the key, the part that was missing. His bare chest scraped against mine as his hips rubbed mine and our bodies joined at the most sensitive parts. His throbbing and wet shaft continued to rub over my intense sweet spot as his thrusts grew deeper inside of me, his erection growing.

I could feel my own aching with need, my hand releasing its death grip on the blankets to crawl between us and grasp the sensitive skin, pumping in time with his thrusts. I could feel his hand gently ease mine off as he instead began to pump me. My fingernails clawed at the tough skin of his bare and sculpted back as pleasure caused my eyes to roll back in my head some.

Whimpers and cries tore from my lips when Byakuya would allow them, his own grunts mixing with mine when he wasn’t swallowing them with a deep kiss. My back arched off the comforter as I could feel my release start to uncoil again, this time stimulated even more from all of the cold contact. He whispered soft nothings in my ears as he thrusted even faster, the movements growing more erratic.

“Cum Uryu,” he commanded in that soft seductively dark voice of his as he gave a hard pump to my member, his skin making slapping noises against my wet and sweaty. My seed arched between us, the hot and sticky substance spreading over our stomachs and chests as he continued to thrust into me.

His head was swollen with cum just waiting to shoot into me. My own released pushed Byakuya over the edge for he gave a low throaty growl as his cold release shot into my hole and spilled around the edges and onto the bed. He held me until the spasms stopped; the cum was dripping between us and so cold that it seemed hot, even though he wasn’t alive.

Byakuya rested his dark head against my chest as my breathing began to even out. I ran my fingers through his hair, watching as he listened to my beating hart. I could feel it begin to slow down even further than normal, my eyes growing heavy, and my breath scarce.

“What is happening?” I asked slowly. I wasn’t scared. I should have been. It felt like I was dying.

“I am sorry Uryu,” Byakuya spoke softly as he kissed me again and pulled me to his chest. I wanted to know what he was sorry for but suddenly my heart slowed down another few paces and it didn’t seem as important as shutting my eyes.

“Why?” I managed through heavy lips. I could see his eyes and he looked as if he wanted to cry, but I knew he couldn’t.

“I had to turn you into a vampire sooner than I thought.” Then I was dying. Suddenly, it didn’t seem so bad. It was rather like falling asleep. My mind was exceptionally relaxed, for my normal human instincts should have kicked in and screamed at me by now. Was that what the sex was for? He held me even as my heart began to stop permanently and my lungs no longer filled with air.

The last thing I saw was those gunmetal grey eyes and those perfect lips smiling at me…