Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

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
- 6
- 7
- 8
Chapter Seven – Michael Jackson Transformed!
Skye jumped up the side of the manor and returned to the bedroom. He was incredibly pissed off, and Michael could feel it in the way that the Vampire forcibly set his staff down and flopped with a sigh on the bed beside the still naked human.
“Next they will be condemning me because I am a Vampire… which is a good enough reason. They will want you to date a male of your own species. I suppose bonding to a male human pop star is too much to ask these days. In the olden days, we Vampires could take a mate as we chose… now they like to lay down the law on us. It really makes eternal life into a drag if we cannot take a lover once in a while.” Skye sighted and closed his eyes. “I have only just found you, Michael… I do not want to lose you.” He turned on his front and buried his face against the pillow.
Michael touched Skye’s shoulder, but the Vampire just tensed up, so he sighed and decided on a different tactic. He ran his finger lightly down the Vampire’s spine, and Skye shivered on contact. Using that same finger, he ran it back up the length, drawing invisible spirals on the Vampire’s back, and Skye let out a muffled chuckle, which grew into a giggle, and then into a full blown laugh as the insistent finger tickled his ribs and neck.
“Ahhh… stop that! Quit! I admit it, okay? You are the king of the manor! Stop tickling me! Ahhh, please stop! “Skye wiggled furiously trying to get away, but Michael, intent on getting the Vampire to play with him, continued to tickle Skye mercilessly. Finally, two pale hands attacked Michael’s ribs, and he laughed too. For a long time, neither human nor Vampire got the upper hand, until Skye started a different kind of torture by attacking Michael’s inner thighs with his mouth. The kisses, so near to a private place, made Michael squirm, but not out of discomfort. Instead, he was surprised to see himself getting hard from the attention. Skye, however, failed to notice this, and continued to kiss his way up Michael’s thigh until he received a poke in the eye.
“Um… Skye…” Michael panted, unused to being aroused so soon after a night of lovemaking, was amazed. He didn’t get much time to think, however, as Skye deep-throated the rigid flesh, and all the breath left his lungs as he literally screamed out his pleasure. Skye merely smirked around the shaft in his mouth, and established a regular pattern of oral sex as if it were a normal morning occurrence. After fifteen minutes of pure, white-hot bliss, Michael released for a second time in twenty-four hours.

The next few days were wonderful. Michael lost his interest in staying cooped up in his house, and he took Skye out for the day. Since the summer carnival was in town, Michael had bought unlimited ride passes and entrance tickets, and now had the kids away with their mother for the month while he spent time solely with Skye as company. This was their first week alone with just the two of them, and Skye was ecstatic, seeing the flashing lights and the rides, as he had never been to a carnival before and had no idea what one was. The fifteen-hundred-year-old Vampire dashed quickly about the area, though in a natural way, and appeared the very image of a pure and untouched child.
Both Skye and Michael had dressed down in shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. Skye’s shorts were black jeans ripped off at the knees and Michael’s were dark blue denim shorts. Skye wore a form-fitting white sleeveless shirt and silver chain with the eight-pointed silver star of his clan as the pendant. Michael’s shirt was just a plain red t-shirt, and where Michael wore good runners with support for his feet; Skye wore a floppy, scruffy pair of black canvas runners with flat soles. Both wore white socks, however. Michael’s hair lay styled in its usual way, the ends flipped out and away from his neck, and Skye restrained his long crimson hair with a length of black cord tied at the nape of his neck. The result was a spiky, bushy ponytail that was full and pleasing to the eye.
Michael was waiting for Skye to return with tickets, when something hit him in the back of the head, causing him to topple over. He fell, and then three pairs of feet appeared in front of him. The men were big and thickly built, and the middle one lifted Michael up by his neck. He was just about to drag Michael behind a carnival tent when something that was much faster than the three of them ran forth and tackled them to the ground. The hand around his neck relaxed, and Michael dropped painfully to the ground, skinning his knees a little, but lifting his head in time to see that Alexander had come out of nowhere and was attacking the men in Michael’s defense. He was fighting with a long black wooden staff, and wearing a black ninja’s uniform. After a moment, and two more sweeps of the staff, Alexander had the men running for their lives. With a firm whack on the rear, and a swing of the staff that resembled a swing in a game of golf, the men went flying high into the air.
“Fore!” Alexander yelled, and far off, people backed away from the spot as the men fell into the back yard of a house. There was a great splash, as the men had landed in a swimming pool. Michael stared at Alexander, and then winced in only a tiny display of sympathy for the men who had attacked him.
“Yes! That was another hole in one for me in the game of ‘Golfing for Goons!’” Alexander said, with a triumphant whoop and a flashed peace sign at the crowd. Michael laughed at Alexander, who also laughed. The blonde-haired Vampire smiled from behind his costume, and pulled the mask and hood of the ninja uniform away from his face, revealing the braid that Alexander wore in his hair. The end of the silver-blonde plait lay on Alexander’s shoulder, gleaming like white gold in the noon hour sun. After a quick thank you from Michael, Alexander noticed that Skye was returning and he vanished into the shadows.

“What happened?” Skye asked. There was concern in his eyes as he saw Michael’s skinned and bloody knees. Michael just shrugged, so Skye, with a wave of his hand and a flash of light, he healed Michael right in front of the crowd. At their astonished stares and cheers, Skye looked at them, and casually leaned with his arm around Michael protectively. Cameras flashed, and then…
“Mr. Jackson, is it true that you took this Vampire as your lover?” A reporter had come out of nowhere, wearing his white-blonde hair in a low ponytail, but there was something familiar about that reporter’s face that Michael could not put his finger on. Suddenly, Michael burst into laughter as he realized who the camera operator was. It was Sethra, the shock of red hair clearly visible against the blue sky. If the reporter’s co-worker was Sethra, then, the reporter himself was…
“Hello, Daisuke! You look fantastic!” Michael said loudly, and instantly hugged the Vampire tight. Daisuke looked very professional and handsome, in a gray pinstriped suit over a white shirt and a green tie. Sethra, his crimson hair now short and spiky, looked equally professional in a similar suit that was black in color, and a blue tie. “I see you’re trying to keep the rest of the paparazzi away by convincing them that someone already has the story. That is what I call a very good idea.” He patted Daisuke on the shoulder, and the man blushed and told him it was Sethra’s idea. Sethra denied this, and pointed at another man who was coming up to the two of them. It was Helios, who was walking in broad daylight!
“Hello, Michael. It appears that I can walk in the sunlight, after all. My lover had lied to me about being a nightwalker…” Helios had a big smile on his face, and he looked rather tall and imposing with his long black leather trench coat and black jeans as he swept through the crowd. The trench coat was open at the top and the bottom, with only two buttons holding it closed at Helios’ waist. This revealed what appeared to be an emerald green satin shirt. It made the deep emerald green orbs of Helios’ eyes stand out more vibrantly, and for the first time, Michael saw a few miniature flecks of gold in those enchanting emerald depths. Helios’ long hair, tailbone-length, was plaited in a shimmering five-strand braid that started thick at the nape of his neck and tapered down to a fine point at the end. Overall, Helios looked so hot in the leather that it was as if he would blaze up in flames at any moment, and Michael whistled at him in appreciation. Helios smiled at this, and then glanced at Michael’s choice of casual clothes, nodding his approval.
“Looks good… but personally I would try and get you in leather. You would look good in that sort of thing, considering how well toned your legs are…. And another thing… here” He reached inside his pocket and pulled out a fine golden chain on it with an Ankh, symbol of eternity, dangling as a pendant. He threaded this around Michael’s neck without a moment’s hesitation as Skye leaned in to look at the pendant. Skye nodded his approval, and Michael smiled his thanks. “I hope it brings you immortality, Michael.” Helios said, and smiled. “It was a gift intended for King Tutankhamen, but now that I see it on you, it fits you so much better than it would a king. That Egyptian gold is more than five thousand years old… so be careful with it, as I would never be able to replace it”
This precious gift of Egyptian gold was enough to move Michael to tears. Michael stared up at Helios with shimmering brown eyes and hugged the Vampire tight before letting him go again. This chain and pendant was an important piece of Helios’ history and was even more important to Michael for that. That Helios could give him something out of the timeline that the Egyptians lived in was truly amazing. He took off the chain for a moment and held it in his hand, smiling at the little Ankh. After this, he put it back on, and let it fall freely to his chest, but tucked it inside his shirt, securing it so that it would not break off and be lost.

Forty-seven rides later, Skye was exhausted. He had been on every ride in the carnival except for the Ferris wheel and the children’s rides. It was getting late, and he was walking close to Michael, so very close that it made Michael’s face light up with a blush every time Skye squeezed his hand. The real paparazzi had shown up shortly after Daisuke, Sethra, and Helios, and were making it hard for them to get a moment alone. As they waited in line for what would be the last ride of the night, Skye rose up on his tiptoes and kissed Michael’s cheek, causing Michael to turn his head and return the gesture. For once, Michael did not care who saw them, and as they got into the seat for the Ferris wheel, they sat close together while the ride filled up. As they started moving, Skye snuggled into Michael’s side and lay there with his eyes closed. When they reached the very top, Skye stared around at the stars, and sighed.
“It’s so beautiful up here.” Skye said softly. What I would not give to be able to fly through those stars…” The Vampire sighed and hugged Michael close. “If only I were a bird…” Michael bent and kissed Skye’s nose.
“To me… we are already high in the clouds…” Michael smiled as he said this. “Your love for me has lifted my spirits for many years to come… Even if I cannot be with you in the distant future, I will always be with you in spirit, and in your heart… and we will reunite in death. You say you love me, but… I love you more. It is not just sex that we had that night… we made love, and for that I am happy. Being alone with you, without any kids or legal matters, has been nothing short of pure bliss. My stress level has been at an all time low, and I feel like I have a purpose in life again… Though… it would be nice to have my energy back, and be able to dance as I could twenty years ago.” He sighed wistfully. “Ah… those were good times I had back then, with nothing but me and the fans on stage...”
“You can, Michael. You can go back to looking young… and having energy. I would have told you a long time ago… but I failed to do that, as I knew in my heart that you would say no to me. That was then… however, and we know each other better these days.” Skye paused. “What I mean to say is… if I turn you into a Vampire you will be back to yourself, and what’s more… your skin will be all one tone. Makeup will no longer be needed.” Skye said. “Becoming a Vampire drains all pigment from your skin, and this means there would be no more blotches, or indeed, anything else. Because I am a powerful Vampire, you would only have to drink blood for one week, which is considerably less than the usual hundred years, but after that, you would be able to eat regular food again. We do not have to eat, but it does make things seem all that much more worth while. Basically, our lives are longer, and we drink blood… Those are the only noticeable differences between Vampires and humans, though of course, we do have fangs and claws.”
“Really…?” Michael asked. “You would do that for me?” At Skye’s nod, he looked thoughtful. “But… doesn’t it… hurt?”
“Yes… I’m afraid it does, Michael,” Skye replied. He was about to continue, but the Ferris wheel, now loaded, was ready to go. “I will tell you the rest later… for now… let us enjoy this last ride.” At this, Michael nodded, and nothing more was said.

That night, they forgot all about what Skye had said, as they were too tired to stay awake any longer. Michael had ended up half-carrying the sleepy Vampire into the bedroom from the lower floor of the Mansion, which was a big pain in the ass. When he had finally reached the bedroom, he had lifted Skye and placed him onto the bed. After stripping the sleeping Vampire of his boots and clothes with the exception of the black silk boxers Skye wore, he stripped down to his own boxers and crawled into bed, covering himself and Skye. The Vampire incoherently mumbled in his sleep, but buried his face against Michael’s chest and dozed off again. Before long, Michael slept too, but not before tenderly brushing Skye’s bangs away from the Vampire’s pale and beautiful face.

The next morning, Alexander came in and woke Michael, grinning from ear to ear. He waved a copy of the local news at Michael and pointed at the headlines.
“MICHAEL JACKSON IS OFF-LIMITS! POLICE NO LONGER ACTIVE!” the big block letters made Michael grin, and he poked Skye, who woke up, mumbling something about blood wine, faeries, and male clowns wearing cotton-candy lingerie, before realizing he had spoken out loud and blushing, sitting bolt upright. Michael pointed Skye’s nose at the headlines, and as the Vampire blinked several times, he grinned as the letters finally came into a clearer focus.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Skye yelled. He jumped up off the bed, spun, and shot both hands rapidly up into the air. He let out a cheer. “I am the master of mayhem!” He laughed aloud, and struck a pose, making a victory sign with his fingers. The cheerful attitude of Skye was infectious, and before long, Michael found himself grinning from ear to ear and laughing as well.

Within only two weeks’ time, Michael realized that he truly, desperately wanted to become a Vampire. His time with Skye was the best he had ever had, and he felt liberated whenever he was out in public with the Vampire. There were few dared to bother him, and anyone who did, suffered a blow to their pride from the multilingual verbal lashings that came from Helios, or the ass kicking that followed one of Xander’s initial attacks. In fact, all of the Vampires had skills and powers that no mere human would learn in a lifetime.
Helios was fluent in Ancient Egyptian, Roman, and Greek languages, as well as modern French, Spanish, and English. Alexander had mastered several ancient martial arts and stealth techniques in China and Japan. He was also familiar with the Japanese Samurai term Bushido, meaning “the way of the warrior.” Skye was familiar with most modern languages, and could switch from French to Spanish to English with fluent ease. Daisuke and Sethra were good at medieval style swordplay, as was Helios. Many of the others played the finest music that Michael ever heard, on instruments of the most beautiful craftsmanship he had ever seen.
He was shaken out of his thoughts when Skye approached him. Skye was wearing clothes that Michael had never seen before. For the first time, Skye stood before him looking like the prince he really was. A high-collared satin robe slid sinuously along his lithe figure, embroidered silver thorns gracing the edges of the collar. The spiky vines of silver wove their way down, spiraling around Skye’s shoulders to wrap around the sleeves, ending with a spiky ring around both of Skye’s wrists. The vines also continued downwards over the two halves of the robes, winding down and around in spirals to curl upwards in front were the robe was split below the waist to allow ease of travel. A delicate crown of thorns wreathed Skye’s flamingly crimson hair, and at his wrists, armbands of thorns adorned his slender wrists. Over the robe, he wore a long, flowing silver cloak, and on his two middle fingers, eight-pointed stars with black onyx stones in the centers adorned his rings. A similar star also dangled from Skye’s left ear, twinkling in the light with a life of its own.
“Skye, you look amazing.” Michael breathed. He cupped Skye’s face tenderly and pulled the Vampire up for a kiss, which was eagerly accepted and returned with a fire and passion that made Michael’s knees feel weak.
“Why thank you, Michael. You don’t look so bad yourself.” Skye grinned. Michael was wearing robes that had been custom-made for him out of plain black satin, with white at the neckline, cuffs, and hem and belt to offer some contrast for the human’s dark hair. Other than that, the robes were unadorned, but were elegant in their simplicity.
“Skye…” It was now or never. Michael had to speak now or he would never get the nerve up to ask him again. “I want you to bite me.” He finished lamely, staring his lover in the eye.
“What do you mean?” Skye asked, frowning.
“Skye. Is it really not obvious to you?” Michael asked. “I want to love you as you were meant to be loved. You are just too damn beautiful to me, and thus I refuse to pass this chance up. It may be my last shot at a true romance. As I said before… Bite me. I am ready to be with you, for all of eternity.”
“Michael…” Skye breathed, his eyes glowing with an inner light that Michael had never seen before. “You are sure about this?”
“Yes,” said Michael. “Yes, I am sure.”
“Then, you must come with me at once… We must return to the palace. We will make haste and be there by tonight… because otherwise we will have to wait another month… for the next full moon.” Skye’s eyes sparkled with life and vitality. “Are you really with me?” He extended his arms to Michael.
“Yes… I am with you, for eternity.” Michael replied, allowing himself to be scooped up. “Let us go.”
“So be it.” Skye said.

When they arrived back at the palace, Skye took them immediately into a set of rooms that had never been seen before. All the furniture was made of dark wood, and covered in silver cloth. Even the four-poster in the bedroom was covered in silver.
“What is this place?” Michael asked.
“It is the transformation suite.” Skye explained. “Vampires bring their human consorts here as they desire, and they mate. Humans also become Vampires in these rooms. They are magically soundproofed, so that nobody can hear anything that happens. I never thought that I would be one to use this area, but if you are sure, then we must waste no time.” He started divesting himself of his cloak, robes and silver.
Michael obediently took off his robes and set them aside, leaving himself bare from the waist up, with the exception of the little Ankh Helios had given him. Skye nodded his approval, stopping him when he went to remove his pants as well.
“The fun part comes later… and although there is no complicated ritual… you must allow me to bite you before… and then, you will drink my blood, as part of the ritual…. Then, after your change, we will go hunting together for your first meal as a Vampire… and after that… the mating.” Skye smiled a bit. “You are sure you are ready?”
“Oh… hell yes.” Michael said with a smirk.
“Then, we shall begin.” Skye said, a feral smile on his face.

“There is no non-painful way to do this,” Skye warned, but Michael gave a look that told Skye quite plainly that he was ready. Wordlessly, Skye transformed to his full bloodlust state with its bloody irises, and then, without even a hint of warning, sank his fangs, venom and all, into Michael’s shoulder. The pain was so great, that Michael doubled over, but Skye did not let him fall, instead offering a feeling of encouragement, as if telling Michael he could handle it. Nerves protested as fire shot through them, but Skye supported him, holding him even as he screamed in agony.
There was a horrid twisting inside Michael’s torso, as his organs systematically died and were reborn with different functions. His heart stopped then, and he blacked out for only a moment, but by then, he was fully a Vampire. Blood. His senses screamed for it. Blood was nearby. Michael could smell Skye, and he wanted to tear into him, but somehow he managed to restrain himself before he sank his fangs in. He would do this properly, and not painfully. As if reading Michael’s thoughts, which most likely was happening, Skye leaned in and exposed his neck. The pain of bloodlust was still there, and was mind numbing, but Michael carefully nibbled in warning, and then broke the flesh. Sweet yet salty, and rich with flavors unknown, Skye’s blood flowed into Michael’s gut like a warm and satisfying soup. He sighed in contentment as he pulled away, and Skye sagged against him, still in bloodlust-state.
“Now… Michael… We hunt.” Skye stood, and Michael did too, and they leaped from the glass doors leading to the balcony, moonlight pouring off their pale, now incredibly toned bodies. Black and red blurred together, and then, Michael had an idea…

“Let’s go kill Sneddon.” Michael sang happily. Skye laughed then, a musical sound, and nodded his agreement. Together they leaped across the terrain, dodging trees, jumping rivers, and then, with an extra burst of speed they crossed the ocean. The man was sitting outside his house in California, reading the news, when quite suddenly a red, white, and black blur grabbed him.
“What in blazes?” Sneddon yelled as he recognized Michael Jackson’s flame-haired lover. Skye just smirked with amusement.
“You have sinned… We now pass judgment on your soul.” Skye said.
“What do you mean… we?” Sneddon looked at the other figure holding him, and gasped as he saw a fanged, now youthful-looking Michael Jackson with blood crimson eyes staring at him with a hungry look. There was something unnerving about this whole thing.
“What’s the matter, Sneddon? You should be happy! Now that I’m a Vampire, I’ll be even more of an outcast than before.” Michael hissed venomously, and then, just like that, he sank his teeth into the man’s neck. The blood was fantastic, but nowhere near as good as Skye’s was. Skye took the other side, and between them both, they satisfied themselves with the blood until Sneddon lay lifeless in their arms.
“You’ve been struck by a Smooth Criminal.” Skye’s voice rang out briefly in song, and Michael roared with laughter.
“Oh my god… you are horrible!” Michael finally managed to say.

Upon returning to the palace, Skye and Michael chased each other up to the transformation suite once more. Inside, they barely made it to the silver and black bedroom before Skye pounced on Michael, who yelped in surprise as he was pitched onto the mattress with the crimson-haired projectile on top of him. Fangs grazed Michael’s earlobe, and he let out a loud groan of need, Vampire lust clouding his thoughts and senses so that only Skye’s touch mattered.
He carefully trailed his clawed hands down Skye’s smooth, flat chest, at the same time inching in a little closer to his prince as Skye arched against his fingers. Emboldened by Skye’s reaction, Michael slid his hands around the redhead’s thin waist, leaning in to nuzzle the crook of Skye’s neck, where his claim-mark from before showed as a silver crescent moon-shaped scar. He kissed the mark lovingly, and nipped at it, as Skye let out a moan of approval.
“Stop being such a bloody tease and bite me already…” Skye hissed, so Michael nipped at it a little sharper, and then sank his teeth once more into his mate. At the bite, Skye sought out his own claim-mark on Michael’s neck, and on seeing the eight-pointed star mark of royalty, he sank his teeth into it. Both Vampires moaned as their fangs connected them, and as pleasure-giving venom leaked into their veins. They then released their holds on the marks, which sealed shut instantly, and kissed each other with their bloody mouths, each tasting themselves mingled with the taste of their mate’s. Without warning Skye thrust his tongue into Michael’s mouth, but Michael groaned into the kiss, dueling for the last of the mixed blood taste.
Finally, gasping, they broke apart and almost immediately resumed kissing each other, hands roaming over each other’s body, tweaking nipples and kneading firm muscles. Michael let out a squeak as Skye pinched his clothed rear, but counterattacked with a squeeze of his own. Then, slowly, sensually, Skye sat back, ran his own hands over his body, and pushed his pants down slightly, revealing a nest of fiery red curls that had never been there before, but leaving the rest to the imagination, and smirking at Michael with a raised eyebrow.
‘Skye,’ Michael suddenly said, using his new ability of mind speech. ‘Let’s try this another way…’ Skye looked at him in surprise, but nodded, so Michael continued. ‘Let me take control of this for now, and take care of you. You have already done so much for me, that it’s time I returned the favor.” Skye’s blue-gray eyes shone with happiness, and the prince laid back, completely relaxed. Michael’s eyes felt damp then, and he knew he was probably crying bloody tears, but he leaned down and kissed Skye all the same. He nibbled a trail down Skye’s neck, and along the prominent collarbone, and then tentatively, he licked a nipple with just the tip of his tongue.
‘Keep going,’ Skye murmured in Michael’s head. ‘Don’t be afraid of me. I won’t judge you.’ Skye moaned then, as Michael bit the nipple, then suckled on it to soothe the sting. He ended the treatment with a swirl of his tongue, and repeated his actions on the other nipple. Then, he paused a moment before nibbling and licking a trail straight down, swirling his tongue in Skye’s navel, and kissing the trail of fine red curls leading downwards. He halted at Skye’s waistband.
“You are sure about this?” Michael asked gently, not using his mind link with Skye this time.
“Mmm… Yes. Please don’t stop,” rumbled Skye, somewhat dreamily.
“Go ahead and touch, Skye.” Michael said, and moved to straddle Skye’s hips. The prince realized quickly that Michael wanted him to explore some more, and quite suddenly Michael found himself on the receiving end of a skillful mouth, one that nibbled and sucked at every sensitive place on his body, and trailed downwards rapidly. He could feel the material of his pants tightening against him, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before the foreplay ended. He rocked his hips against Skye, who arched his back and moaned.
“Clothes off,” Skye hissed. “Now.”
Michael didn’t need to be told twice. He kicked off his shoes and pushed his pants downwards with a swift motion, as did Skye. Immediately they moved in for another kiss, this time pressing their bare bodies right up against each other. While their tongues dueled once more, Skye’s hand slid underneath the pillow behind him, and found a bottle of oil used for the purpose of making things easier. Somehow, without Michael noticing, he opened the bottle while keeping the kiss going, and poured some oil into his palm to warm it. Closing the bottle with one hand, he then rubbed his hands together, found their erections trapped between their bodies, and wrapped both hands around the two lengths of rigid flesh. Michael arced into Skye’s hands, as did Skye, and they moved onto their knees. Michael wrapped his hand around their erections, allowing Skye to free one hand to brace himself against Michael’s broad shoulder.
Michael braced himself against Skye with his other hand, and smoothly they fell into a nice, leisurely pace, thrusting into their hands gently. It was during this that Michael noticed Skye was biting his lip, and he assumed it was to keep from coming. Michael could feel his own body tightening, preparing for release, so he stopped Skye.
“Skye, not like this.” Michael explained. Then, he released Skye, laid back in a display of trust, and spread his legs apart. “Take me.”
“You… You’re sure about this?” Skye asked. Michael was a virgin to this aspect of sex. He grabbed the bottle of oil from its place beside them, and waited for permission.
“Yes, I’m sure… It can’t be that bad if it makes you scream in pleasure when I take you,” Michael replied.
“Indeed, it is not, but I will be careful… this will feel very weird to you at first…” Skye opened the bottle, setting it aside for the moment. “Just relax, and breathe slowly… I have to stretch you out first or this will be painful.”
This being said, Skye adjusted their positions so that Michael lay comfortably supported on pillows in front of him. He lifted Michael’s hips, shuffled so they rested in his lap, and then, finally, he lifted the bottle and dipped his index finger in. Hesitantly, he placed the slick finger at Michael’s entrance, and after spreading the oil around the ring of muscle, pushed it in slowly.
“Oh… What are you doing…?” Michael asked. “It feels so weird.”
“Preparing you for the other part…” Skye explained. “You’ll be too tight if I don’t stretch you out, and I might hurt you.”
“All right… I trust you, Skye.” Michael took in a breath, letting it out slowly. He shifted, Skye’s finger still inside, and fell silent again to let his body adjust to the new sensations.
Skye worked the finger in and out slowly, and Michael felt himself tense a little, but quickly relaxed his muscles again. That finger probed carefully, lovingly, and did not hurt him. Michael was just getting used to the sensation, when it hit something inside him that made sparks of pleasure shoot through him like lightning.
“Wh-what was that?” Michael gasped as Skye brushed the spot once more. “Do that again… harder!” Skye chuckled in amusement, indulging his mate and watching as Michael arched off the pillows, a fine sheen of sweat forming on his skin.
The finger slid out, to be replaced by two fingers that fanned, spreading him open gently, and moved in and out. Occasionally Skye would stroke that spot inside Michael, who would take in a sharp breath and try not to come with the sensation. Soon, two fingers turned into three, and just as Michael thought it couldn’t get any better than that, the fingers vanished. His dark chocolate eyes opened, having slid closed with pleasure, and he watched as Skye wiped off his hands. A condom lay beside the bed on the night table, but Skye looked at it and frowned.
“We are both men, and we can’t get each other pregnant… I see no use for this.” Skye said, and then he added. “We Vampires are also immune to all of the human sexually transmitted diseases, and since I know you have never had sex with anyone who had one… I don’t see the point of wearing one of those chafing latex sleeves… Besides, it ruins the sensation of entering you.”
“Then just enter already. I am not worried about the mess… After all, these are not my sheets.” Michael said.
“Very well then,” Skye said, and poured oil into his hand, slathering himself with it. He placed the excess oil inside Michael for extra lubrication, and wordlessly he lifted his lover’s legs around his waist. Positioning himself at Michael’s entrance, he nodded to Michael for warning, and then, he slid slowly inside.
There was no pain, but there was an odd stretching sensation that made Michael feel contented for some reason. He lifted his head, and saw Skye’s beautiful face drawn tight in concentration, and it dawned on Michael. Skye really didn’t want to hurt him! Michael felt his eyes becoming damp again, but this time, he didn’t care. The sensation of being filled was starting to be come pleasant, so he moved his hips a little, urging Skye to move.
Skye looked down at his lover, and soon they were moving, Skye rocking his hips as Michael lifted his own to met the thrusts. Their pace was becoming faster and faster, but it was not this that had Michael screaming for more. Instead, it was the fact that Skye had hit that spot within him once more, and was angling to hit it with every thrust. It built up the pressure inside until he felt he would explode, and then, mercifully, he released all over his own stomach, jets of sticky fluid coming up to land on his face. At the same time, Skye let out a howl of pleasure and came deep inside of Michael’s body.
“Oh Skye,” Michael panted. “I love you so much…”
“As I love you, Michael… I love you too.” Skye slumped against him and pulled out. There was a basin of water on the other nightstand, and a washcloth. He reached for the cloth, dipped it in the water, and wrung it out, before wiping Michael’s face and body to rid them of the sticky semen. Skye tossed the cloth back into the basin with a splash, and then he pulled the covers out from under them, to pull them up to their chin. This done, he entwined his legs with Michael’s, wrapped his arms around his mate’s waist, and kissed Michael’s nose before dropping off into slumber. It wasn’t long before Michael snuggled closer to Skye and fell into a deep and dreamless slumber as well. They lay there the rest of the night, sleeping in each other’s arms, with only the sounds of their breathing for company.
End Chapter Seven
- 6
- 7
- 8
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Skye, the Last Prince of the Vampires