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Skye, the Last Prince of the Vampires	By : SkyeSilverstar Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Michael Jackson Views: 2227 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Chapter Six – Hot!Vampire!Sex! Also a Chain
of Mishaps
Skye laughed as Michael’s eyes bugged out while Prince Michael demonstrated his moonwalk. Skye had taught the insistent child how to do it, and soon the little one had learned to moonwalk like an expert. Skye himself had then started to do the moonwalk as well, thus causing the true master of the art to start dancing himself. Michael smiled, and then the three of them danced down the hallway, spun gracefully on their heels, and leaned to the left in perfect unison, much to the delight of Alexander. The blonde-haired Vampire clapped, and the three took a bow, before dissolving into a fit of loud laughter that made the halls vibrate. The three slumped against each other, still laughing, as Alexander ushered them down the hall and into the kitchen. It was lunchtime, and Cerus had prepared BLT sandwiches on toasted whole wheat bread, with only a light spread of mayonnaise. For the youngest Jackson, Cerus made a meal right there in the kitchen from little pieces of apple, small cubes of soft ham, and small cubes of cheese.
After mealtime, it was naptime for the baby. Skye lifted the small one into his arms, cradling her gently and walking her up to her crib on the second floor. He had just changed and tucked her in when she babbled at him for a lullaby. He smiled at the pink-clad bundle in the crib, and then he began hum a quiet, soothing melody. The youngest Jackson looked up at him with her big dark eyes, and then slowly she fell asleep. Unbeknownst to Skye, Michael watched from the doorway, a warm smile spreading slowly across his pale face.
Later, after Prince went up to his room to listen to some music, Skye sat beside Michael in the den and shared a kiss with the human. Skye refused to allow his heart to open to Michael completely, telling himself that Michael would die, as every other mortal before him had. Each time a mortal died, Skye told himself that he should never date another human, but he always failed to prevent himself from doing so. This time, Michael seemed perfect for him. Yes, he could always find another in his own race, but he would never find another one quite like Michael. As he curled up against Michael’s side, listening to the steady heartbeat, he suddenly felt the urge to break down into tears. He trembled slightly, and Michael gazed worriedly into the Vampire’s eyes.
“Is something wrong, Skye?” Michael asked.
“I… just started thinking that you are not going to be around forever… like I am.” Skye replied sadly. At this, Michael nodded his understanding. He knew what Skye was getting at, and he tried to relate as best he could. Michael knew in his heart that if he ever became immortal like Skye, that he would have a hard time living through it all as well. “I’m really going to miss you, Michael… because no other human could ever replace you in the world.”
“I see… well… you know, a person is not really dead until you forget about them.” Michael said softly. “I do find your statement touching, though… Just keep in mind that I will never leave you if you never forget about me. I will always live on in your heart if you just continue to remember me.”
“I… I guess you’re right…” Skye muttered, and said no more. He did not sound very convinced.
The next day, there was no trace of Skye anywhere in the manor. It was as if Skye was just a fleeting dream, and that the dream had ended when Michael woke up that morning. However, Helios was still sleeping in the guest bedroom, and Alexander and the other Vamps were hanging out in the front lawn, playing dodge ball. He walked outside, with the intention of asking about Skye, when suddenly he heard a soft melody coming from somewhere nearby. It seemed to be coming from the air, so Michael looked up, and saw in shock that Skye was up on the roof. He had a silver flute in his hands and he was playing a forlorn type of tune, one that was very out of place amongst the usual cheer of Michael’s home. Skye’s eyes remained closed, and his fingers danced over the instrument, making the flute sing for the entire world to hear.
“You want to go up there?” Alexander suddenly asked, his soft-spoken voice breaking the relative silence of the area. At Michael’s nod, Alexander tossed the dodge ball over to his friends, and then picked Michael up using telekinesis. Gently, Michael floated up to the roof of his home, and at the same time, Skye stopped playing the flute to look at the human. He did not seem pleased, and Michael stepped backwards a couple paces, as the Vampire gave him one of the most intimidating glares that he had ever received.
“Why must you be like this?” Michael asked.
“You know that I won’t forget you… right? Well, that’s why I sometimes wish we never met.” Skye replied.
Michael was hurt, and he backed off a few more steps in an effort to get away from Skye. Unfortunately, a gust of wind chose that precise moment to blow at its strongest. Even the Vampire could not react fast enough as Michael fell backwards, over the edge of the roof. The only sound heard, was the sickening crunch of bones on pavement. Below, the other Vampires stopped their game and looked up at Skye, sadness, anger, and shock written on their pale faces. How could their prince be so cruel as to push the human away, when Michael loved him so much?
“NO!” Skye shouted, as he leaped from the roof, using Telekinesis to slow his fall only slightly. He hit the ground hard, and he felt his ankle twist, but he did not care. He raced to the broken form of Michael on the ground, and the other Vampires moved to surround him. Skye placed a finger on Michael’s artery, finding that the human still had a pulse, but was losing his life fast, and so Skye would have to act quickly. He summoned up the well of power that had always been within him, and he placed his hands over the dying human’s form. A wall of energy burst up around him, causing his hair to float upwards like crimson fire.
“Heal!” He shouted, and a white bolt of lightning surged forth, striking Michael’s body, crackling around it like a storm, and forcing the bones to realign and mend. One by one, the internal injuries healed, and one by one, the bleeding veins sealed and restored themselves. Color returned to the pale face, and Skye’s sensitive ears picked up the heart’s return to a regular rhythm. Michael would not die, but Skye knew that Michael’s neurological damage might prevent him from walking again… and the only way to heal that was to bite Michael before casting a powerful healing spell once more. A check of Michael’s pulse told Skye that the heart was still beating strongly, and Skye, physically, magically, and too emotionally exhausted to bite or to cast another spell of a similar nature, sank to the floor, clutching Michael tightly and sobbing.
“What… where am I?” Michael asked softly in a voice that was little more than a whisper, shifting his arms and legs into a more comfortable position before sitting up. He was in his room and he was still able to move, but he had no idea what he was doing here. Then, he had a rush of memories. Michael had fallen from the top of his home, and he had survived! The man raised his arms, testing the range of motion, and he lifted his legs as well, finding that they still moved as they always had. His back was sore, but it was not something that he could not handle. He glanced around, and then he saw something, there was a folded up towel placed on his bed, but on top of that towel, which was stained with crimson, was Skye’s huddled form. The Vampire must have had someone use magic to heal him, because there was no other way that Michael could have survived that fall.
Michael was still weak, so he rested his arms back on the bed silently, eased himself back down onto the mattress, and shut his eyes. The last thing he felt before falling back into unconsciousness was a warm hand taking his own, and kissing it, and the last thing he heard was a soft whisper, followed by a sob.
“Michael, I love you… with all my heart and soul… I love you. Please come back to me.”
Skye stayed at Michael’s bedside for three days, lovingly touching Michael’s hands, kissing his cheek, talking to Michael, singing to him, trying to bring Michael back to consciousness, until one fateful morning when Michael opened his eyes, and said.
“I love you too, Skye.” His voice was raspy from disuse, but Michael smiled brightly all the same, on seeing the crimson hair that he had come to love over his time spent with Skye. The Vampire, who had been sitting and holding Michael’s hand, looked up with bloody eyes, and soft brown met anguished blue. Michael sat up. At the same time, Skye leaned forward, and the two hugged each other tightly, not caring who saw them for the moment.
“I’m so sorry Michael. I really am. I was such an ass.” Skye said softly, brushing his fingers across Michael’s jaw line. “You could have died, and it would have been entirely my fault. I should never have gone onto the roof, or I should never have been playing the flute.” He pulled away from Michael as the human tried to comfort him. “I do not deserve your kindness any longer. In fact, I will not be surprised if you choose not to forgive me. After all, the doctor who came in to see you told me that you might never wake up again, or walk.”
Michael blinked, and then blinked again. He then startled Skye by swinging his legs over the side of the bed, and rising to his feet, using his arms for balance. Michael was a bit wobbly from being bedridden for the last few days, but nonetheless he stood on his own legs without falling over. Skye did not say a word, but stared in amazement.
Much later, alone on the balcony of the manor, Skye played his flute in the same mournful tune he had been using earlier. Frustrated by his change of mood, he frowned at himself and switched notes, shifting what had been a depressing tune into one of a more cheerful nature. Suddenly, a cough came from behind him, and Skye quit playing his flute with a rather unpleasantly high-pitched note, whirling around to see who had interrupted him. It was only Alexander, who was carrying a black violin case in one hand. He set the case on the railing of the balcony, and opened it to pull out a polished wooden instrument of fine quality. He stared into his prince’s eyes, deep sapphires meeting steely blue-grey orbs. Alexander raised the bow of the violin at the same time as Skye raised the flute back up to his lips. As one, the two launched into a loud and cheerful tune, that shook the whole manor.
Michael, on hearing the music, put down the newspaper article he was reading about his fall, which had shown a picture of his body on the ground, and in another shot had shown the one who had mended his bones. Skye’s face was in full color, and there was such an intense power in Skye’s eyes that Michael almost feared that the page would catch on fire and burn him. He saw the Vampire’s hair lifted up, back off his shoulders; crimson locks swept backwards and upwards in what looked like a powerful wind. He tore his eyes away from the image of Skye, and followed the music, only to gasp at what he saw when he reached the source. He stood there, unblinking, unmoving, as Skye and Alexander played, long silver-blonde hair and long crimson hair overlapping each other as they moved together. The violin and the flute accentuated each other perfectly, both Vampires reading each other as if they were open books. Finally, after one long dramatic note, the song ended and the two Vampires bowed to each other.
“That was fantastic…” Michael said softly to them, and both of the Vampires yelped and jumped three feet in the air, before whirling about and glaring at Michael full force. The result of the action was Michael bursting into a fit of laughter, doubling over on himself because the force of his laughing made it hard for him to stand upright. He continued to laugh, and soon the other two Vampires realized how funny it must have looked, and started laughing as well. Finally, as their laughter died down, Skye walked over to the pale human and kissed his cheek. Alexander came over as well, and kissed his other cheek. With Alexander’s lips at his left cheek and Skye’s at his right, Michael found himself smiling and blushing. Michael blushed even further as Skye kissed a trail down his neck and throat, and then along his collarbone with a slight smile on his face. Alexander, as if taking a hint, suddenly picked up his violin and left the balcony, as Skye’s light kissing turned into gentle little nibbles that made Michael shiver with pleasure. Wordlessly he sagged against Skye, allowing the Vampire to take control of what was sure to become sex.
Skillful hands made their way up the back of his shirt as a heated and naked body pressed up against his own, and Michael could only gasp in shock at Skye’s daring. This was Michael’s first time doing this with a man, aside from the hand job, which really had not been a hand job because it had only taken one touch to make Michael black out from pleasure. Now, Skye had him in bed and was on top of Michael, though supporting his weight on his elbows and knees as he ravaged Michael’s mouth with his own. The Vampire, who moments ago had been fully clothed, now lay pressed fully against Michael’s own bare skin, as he had insisted that Michael remove his clothes. The feel of warm flesh on flesh was overwhelming, as it had been a long time since Michael had lain with another person, and the human could barely contain his desire to feel more of it. This being so, he pressed up to Skye’s body just as eagerly as the Vampire had pressed his own body to Michael’s, and wrapped his arms around the red-haired Vampire as his thin fingers twined through Skye’s hair and brought him down for a gentle kiss.
After the initiation of the kiss, Skye ever so gently prodded at Michael’s lips with his tongue, licking along one of the soft red curves and back down the side of the other, coaxing the human’s mouth open. Michael did as the insistent tongue commanded, and smiled around the kiss at the velvety feel of a warm duel of muscles. Dark chocolate eyes slid closed as they kissed, tongues wrapping around each other as Michael used the experience he had with kissing women to his advantage. As if realizing this, Skye rose to the challenge, dueling for dominance, and finally Michael relented, letting out a soft sigh as they finally parted for breath. Without skipping a beat, they kissed again, Skye sucking Michael’s slightly puffed lower lip between his teeth and giving it a light nibble before sucking on it to soothe away the sting. Michael rewarded him with a soft intake of breath followed by a slight moaning sound, and melted beneath him, relaxing into the mattress. At the same time, Skye stopped sucking.
Neither of them spoke a word as Michael’s eyes slowly slid open. Warm chocolate orbs, darkened to a color that was barely lighter than black, stared up into steely blue-grey orbs, darkened to the color of the ocean with desire. Skye then shifted, and for the first time Michael noticed that the Vampire was aroused. He ignored the hardness pressing against his abs, as he stared up at Skye with a smirk. Michael knew exactly where this was going.
“I take it you like something you see?” Michael asked, and Skye, unable to hide his desire, nodded eagerly. He flexed his hips slightly, making his point even more clearly. Michael chuckled, and said, “Well… I regret to inform you that I am not as young or as insistent in body as you are… Even so, perhaps I can be of service...” He reached down with one hand and found the hardened shaft, then bypassed it in order to play lightly with the Vampire’s sack. He carefully rolled the firm balls in his hand, delighting in the fact that they were covered in velvety skin that was tightened and hot to the touch with arousal, and then added, “…that is, if you tell me what I can do to help you.” If Skye asked Michael to be honest, however, he would have to say that he was semi-aroused, but he did not want Skye to find out. He knew that Skye would want to help him with his problem, but so far, he was barely even hard yet.
As if he read Michael’s mind, Skye snaked his own hand down and felt the wakening desire in Michael’s semi-erection, and suddenly began to do the most torturous thing that Michael had ever felt. A light touch ran up and down the top side of his penis, and try as he might, Michael could not control his moan and the involuntary thrust of hips that gave him away. He felt himself hardening a bit more, and he felt his heart rate increasing. Since he had been under a lot of stress throughout the trial, Michael made sure to take deep breaths, lest he trigger a heart attack. Skye noticed this, and frowned, a worried look on his face. He did not want to strain Michael too much. Gradually the touches slowed, and ceased, but the damage was still present. Michael was completely hard now, and there was no ignoring the lust the human felt.
“I will take it easy, Michael… In fact… you do not have to move from that spot… for I will be right back with something that will make this a little bit easier.” Skye explained, and then jumped out of bed and bolted to his own room. A second later, Skye returned, with a small tube and a condom in his left hand, and a blob of clear gel in the other palm. He watched as Michael’s eyes widened before the pale man nodded. Michael realized where this was going now, and although he was nervous, curiosity was getting the better of him. He watched nervously as Skye set down the tube with one hand and then allowed the clear gel in his right to run down to the ends of his fingertips.
With the lube in his right hand, Skye gently, without taking his eyes off Michael, inserted the now slick fingers into his own rear as Michael watched on, unable to tear his eyes from the Vampire. He was used to this type of sex, and so it did not take him very much preparation. Skye moaned as he unintentionally brushed his prostate gland, and then stroked it a few more times before scissoring all three fingers a couple of times. Soon, with his ass as slippery and stretched out as it could be, Skye wiped off his hands on his lower body, leaving a thin, shimmering trail of lube along his lower abs. With his now free hands, he tore open the condom package, and rolled it with ease onto Michael’s erection. He positioned himself with his rear poised over the oh-so-tempting erection below him.
“Wait… what are you doing…? Sweet mother of god!” Michael yelled, as Skye swallowed the tip of him up in a warm, slick heat that was tighter than any woman he had ever lain with. He saw Skye bite his own lip forcibly, and he saw the blood flow, and then he gasped as Skye pushed himself down, slowly relaxing and taking more and more of the human in. Michael, who had never done this before, found himself overcome by pleasure, as the tight walls massaged him gently as Skye slid down his length. Finally, Skye’s ass swallowed him up whole, and Skye sat still, adjusting to the thick shaft in his opening.
Seeing and feeling Skye impale himself was what did it for Michael, and all self-control went down the gutter. All nervousness melted away, as he took Skye gently and rolled them over so that he was on top, and then gently pulled out before thrusting back in. Skye shuddered and cried out, but not from pain. Brown met Blue, and they began a dance that was as old as time itself. As Michael pushed in, Skye raised his hips to meet him, and pulled away as Michael did. Soon after establishing a slow rhythm, Skye urged Michael to go just a little faster, and he did, changing angles experimentally to find which one gave the most pleasure to Skye.
At the sudden cry of pleasure from Skye, Michael knew he had found it, and he adjusted his position in order to hit this one little spot repeatedly. With each brush against the spot, Skye moaned, with increasing volume. Michael knew that Skye would wake the neighbors if he kept up the noise, so skillfully he pulled the Vampire up for a fierce kiss, while steadily picking up the pace as his heart could tolerate it. Soon, he was pounding mercilessly into Skye’s rear, all the while being encouraged by the Vampire’s demands to move faster, thrust harder, and go deeper. Michael found himself being surprisingly vocal as well, and was trying with all his might not to start talking to Skye, lest he scream out in pleasure. Even though he was moving at a fast pace, the vice-like grip Skye had his erection in was torment of a most pleasurable kind.
Somewhere between their thrusts against each other, Skye had started touching his manhood, and his pale fingers were a blur over the reddened, stiffened flesh. Skye’s hair lay fanned out behind his head and shoulders, and the blue eyes of the Vampire closed. A rosy hue was settling in on the starkly white skin, and crystalline droplets of sweat were running in rivers along the curves of Skye’s abs and chest. Never before had Michael seen this, and he hoped that he would live to see this again. Skye was simply breathtaking in the throes of passion.
“Ahhh… ahhh…. Michael, I’m going to release!” Skye said, between gasps and moans. Michael nodded, as he was close too. As Michael angled to hit that spot inside Skye a few more times, the Vampire arched impossibly off the bed before jets of hot, sticky sperm shot up into the air and splashed on Skye’s chest. Michael released shortly afterwards, as Skye had clenched on Michael during release and the added tightness was simply too much. With a soft hitch of breath, Michael had spilled himself inside that tight heat, thankful that the condom was there, as oozing semen would have made a horrid mess later on. He rode through the final twitches of orgasm with shallow thrusts, and at last pulled himself, and the condom, carefully out of Skye, who merely groaned at the loss. After a quick trip to the bathroom for a washcloth and the disposal of the condom, Michael grinned while washing Skye carefully off. Skye eagerly returned the grin.
“That... was amazing… Whoever says you cannot get it up is officially proven wrong…” The Vampire’s cheeks still had a pink tinge to them, and strands of hair rested in every direction. Michael casually discarded the washcloth, and snuggled in beside Skye, who instantly twined his legs through Michael’s own, causing Michael to smile and move even closer to Skye, where it was warm. They lay that way for a long time, with Skye curled up against the taller human, before finally the exhaustion from their previous actions caught up to them, and they drifted off to sleep. Both of them were so tired that they did not notice the tiny sphere-shaped webcam at the edge of the window, which had recorded the entire bout of lovemaking.
“SEX IN THE CITY: THERE BE GAY MEN AFOOT,” was the sight that greeted Skye’s eyes the next morning as he read the paper. Below it was a picture of a very naked Michael and Skye in the throes of passion, with Michael buried deep in Skye. Skye was waiting, as naked as the day he was born, for a breakfast of fruit from Cerus that he could carry to Michael, who was still in bed. The paper was meant to provoke Skye, and provoke it did, but the Vampire did not let it ruin he and Michael’s first night after sex. Instead, he crumpled the paper in his hands and tossed the remains in the trash. Soon, he was well on his way with a big platter of freshly chopped fruit and glasses of water. It would be a healthy breakfast, and Skye was inwardly pleased with Cerus’ ability to read into people.
He wandered into the room and set the tray at the bedside table on his side. The singer was lying down, facing away from him, and breathing in the deep and even pattern of sleep. When Skye nudged him, however, Michael stirred and then opened his eyes. At seeing his bedmate, Michael smiled, and his eyes opened a little wider. He had some grit in his eyes from sleep, but Skye brushed that away with a gentle touch, and then helped Michael to sit up against the pillows. Michael blushed self-consciously as Skye saw his blotchy skin in the light.
“I brought you some breakfast.” Skye said, and gestured at the fruit and the glasses of water, which had actually come from a spring. “I had no idea what you might want, so I opted for fruit as it is sweet, but also healthy.” At this, Michael smiled and nodded, and Skye handed him his glass of water.
Together they ate the fruit, starting from fresh raspberries and working their way around the plate to pineapple and mango. Finally, their lips sticky with fruit juice, Skye and Michael cleaned up their mess and set it all on the tray, and the tray on the bedside table once more. Because it was early in the morning, Michael and Skye were both still tired, and wanted to sleep, but Skye had insisted on getting up before sunrise, and leaving Michael alone while he got their early morning meal. Now, their stomachs full, they felt sleepy, but the sight that greeted their eyes made Michael smile as he realized what Skye had done. Skye had deliberately woken up so that he and Michael would be able to watch the sunrise. Now, the sun, in all its glory, shone down upon them with a beautiful golden light. It made the bed heat up, as well, and Michael snuggled down into the covers at the renewed heat.
Skye laid down beside Michael, feeling pleased with last night’s, and the present morning’s situation. He looked over at the human, who was gesturing at him to move closer, and he did. He smiled as he encountered Michael’s still nude body beneath the sheets, and snaked an arm down to trail along the silken skin of Michael’s abs, which had a bit of fat but had plenty of tone left in them. Trailing to the side, Skye found love handles, but they were only slight. Over all, from top to bottom, Michael was in good shape. Even with his strange-looking, almost feminine features from the surgery, Michael was still handsome. Suddenly, a hand groped his rear, and Skye realized that Michael was checking him out in a similar fashion, running his hands over Skye’s lithe form.
Michael’s hands encountered nothing but smooth flesh, as he explored the Vampire’s torso. There were no love handles anywhere in sight, and Michael found himself smiling at his luck. Not only was Skye much older than Michael was, but he was also as beautiful as any teenager was. Skye’s delicate frame lay curled close to his larger, stronger one. He wrapped his arms around the Vampire, who smiled and turned to face him, and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, which, thanks to earlier interference from Skye, was whole and had a tip again. He smiled at the endearment and repeated the gesture on the Vampire, who blushed adorably and snuggled closer to Michael’s chest. Silken crimson tresses came to rest against the crook of his neck and shoulder, and he smiled. Right now, life was good.
They lay that way for a long time, half-dozing and half-awake, until suddenly… There was the sound of police officers outside. Michael, who had been idly running his hands through Skye’s hair, froze. Skye opened his eyes and growled in irritation as he heard the police officer calling for all the teenagers to leave the mansion so that they could seize Michael and put him behind bars.
“This is it… they are going to jail you… but over my dead body.” Skye said, and for the first time, Skye revealed to Michael the answer to the question he had in his mind when the press disappeared over night. “You would think that wiping an entire press company out of existence would have made the point.”
Michael gasped. Skye was a murderer! However, he had no chance to berate Skye as the Prince of Vampires had already left the room, pulling on a robe. For the first time, he also noticed that Skye had a staff with him, eight-pointed stars on the ends making up the forms of razor-sharp blades. He also noticed, for the first time, that Skye had a true murderous intent in his eyes, which had gone blood red with rage. Skye had never taken kindly to the press invading their lives, and apparently, it was time for the police to realize this. Michael was grateful for the protection, but he did not approve of violence.
Skye leapt from the balcony, his staff wielded before him in a threatening manner. As the humans gasped at the fall and ran to catch him, Skye used levitation to catch himself, and then streaked like a bolt of black lightning towards the nearest officer. With one swish of the staff, the chief of police became pinned to the hood of his car, and Skye stayed like that, a powerful telekinetic shield protecting his body from the bullets that were sure to come.
“For the last time… will you butt… out…?” Skye hissed at the officer. Bullets were pinging off his shield, but he knew in his heart that he would be able to keep this up all day. “This is a completely consensual relationship. I allowed him to love me, because I love him more than he could ever realize it. I will tell you this once… Leave Michael Jackson alone! If you fail to do this, I will have the entire fighting forces of the Silver Star Clan deal with any and all intruders on the property… or I’ am not Skye Silverstar… most feared Vampire in the world!” At the mention of his name, all the police dropped their guns and stopped firing. They all got back into their cars and drove away without a further word. Skye released the chief, who quickly holstered his own gun and made his way back to the car. All the officers, scared out of their wits, drove as fast as they could and did not return.
End of Chapter Six
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