Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2011 23:32:25 +1100 From: Caleb Nathanial Subject: The Alpha Male and Me: Part 5 - Paradise Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It contains homosexual themes of an erotic nature, if this offends you or is illegal for you to read, please stop reading now. The views and opinions expressed by the characters are not necessarily those of the author. This document may not be copied or hosted on other websites or be changed without the expressed written consent of the author. The story, including the characters depicted, are the intellectual property of the author. Authors note: It's been a very long time since my last submission. Things have just been very busy for me. Even after 2 years I still get e-mails from people encouraging me to continue the story, I think this chapter would have remained unfinished if it wasn't for your amazing support. For those of you who want to be notified when my stories are released, just send an e-mail to calebnathanial@hotmail.com telling me so and I'll add you to the list. Finally, I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts about the story so if you have to time I'd like to hear from you. The Alpha Male and Me Part 5: Paradise "Caleb... I can't get back on that plane knowing things will just return to the way they were... things have to change... I can't do this anymore." It would have been almost laughable, how complete oppositely I had perceived those words, if it was not for the momentous change they had to how I felt about us. I rest my head against his pectoral feeling for the first time like I wasn't just a small addition to the person of Mikaihail, but a large part of him. I wanted to keep talking, to ask what exactly he wanted, or even just to tell him how much the sentiment meant to me; but after the overflow of emotion that filled the night my body yearned for a reprieve. I slowly slip into unconsciousness, wrapped in his embrace, as the most complete version of Caleb who had ever existed. The sky was a warm blue when I awoke, I could see the picturesque sandy beach through the glass doors of the suite. I slowly open my eyes, waiting for my brain to come out of its sleep cycle, and just looked across Mikaihail's extraordinarily vast chest. His strong masculine scent was an intoxicating relaxant; just another reminder of the amazing person I was with. I was in a honeymoon suite with the human incarnation of perfection who loved me so intensely that he couldn't live his life without me. The obstacles which prevented that eventuation were over 3000 kilometres across that sea. Prevented. He didn't see it like that did he? Before this perfect respite from those problems ended I would have to... clarify that with him. But, for now, I would just enjoy another one of these perfect moments this holiday seemed to have in copious supply. Now was not the moment to ruin our time together. "Good morning, my Caleb." His deep soothing voice was the ideal addition to this moment. I hadn't realised he was awake. I was glad that the possessive way he spoke to me had stuck; I was a little worried my freak out in reaction to his words would make him wary of being close to me. I tilt my head, resting on his massive muscle, towards his. I smile as our eyes meet; the affection on his face was unmistakable. "I could get used to waking up like this." "That's the plan." He smiles warmly. ...I guess I set myself up for that one. I tried to smile back but I was sure he would have noticed my reluctance. I try to occupy his mind before he thinks too much about it. "How long till you have to leave?" "I'm not speaking today. So I could just stay here with you... But..." "There's a 'but'?" I pretend to be offended. He smiles, seeing past my façade, as he moves his opposite hand to stroke my cheek. "What time does your bus get back tomorrow?" I didn't like being reminded of reality or not knowing where he was going with his questions. "...four." "In that case I will have to leave." I glared at him. He chuckles at my expression. "Only to arrange something." "What something?" "A surprise something." "That really wasn't any sort of clarification." He smiles again. "It wasn't supposed to be." "Well in that case I feel much better." I say with smiling sarcasm. He lifts us into a sitting position, we still holding each other. "You don't have to go now, do you?" "Believe me, you will want the surprise something as soon as possible." "You don't really believe there's something I want more than time with you?" He holds my hands and gingerly moves them from around him; I unwilling let him go. "I won't take long, just be packed when I get back." He kisses my lightly on the lips, his reciprocation of my unwillingness to part. "We're leaving?" He didn't seem to like that I deduced that; but it was very obvious. "Is there really a better, or even more appropriate, place to be?" "Yes." He answers ambiguously, smiling at my ignorance, that same smile he had about the secret of our suite. He moves off the bed onto his feet and heads toward the bathroom. I admired his naked body as each muscle tensed and relaxed with his movements. "Can't I come?" He looks back at me with a suggestive expression. "I was going to be quick." "I promise not to be too much of a distraction." I look at him innocently. He looks at me persuaded; again he is taken in by my act. I definitely tried not to distract him but it wasn't easy to resist a few displays of affection. After we had finished I put on some casual clothes and watched him get dressed into one of his power suits. He caught my eyes a few times and smiled at me. After he had finished, he took me into a tight hug. "You'll be ready when I get back?" I nodded at him, again the emptiness I felt without him began tearing at me. He held my cheek in his hand before moving to leave. After the door closed behind him I tried to ignore the feeling by occupying myself with getting ready. *** Twelve minutes and twenty-six seconds had passed after he had left and I was long since prepared to leave. I stared out the glass doors contemplating the inevitable conversation and how best to handle it, though truthfully there didn't even seem to be a good way to go about it. I was torn away from my thoughts as I heard the door open behind me. I turned my head and lit up as our eyes met. "Ready?" I shifted my eyes to my bag stacked atop his suitcase and back to his face. He walked towards me, his eyes looking far out to sea, and I turned to back toward to picturesque scene as he puts his arm around me. "I don't know where we're going, but I know I'll miss this place." It wasn't long before we were checked out of the hotel and on our way in a taxi. I wondered where he would be taking me, but it seemed useless to try and figure it out as I didn't have the slightest clue. As the taxi drove through the streets I realised we were taking the same route we had on our first ride, only in reverse. "We're going to the airport?" He didn't answer, even going so far as to pretend he didn't hear me. "You're taking me back?" The pain of rejection gripping my chest. I wasn't ready to leave our holiday yet. He let out a booming laugh. "You're way off the mark kiddo." He looked in disbelief down at me, wrapped in his arm. "For someone so smart you can come up with the some pretty ridiculous ideas." He scoffed, shaking his head"...take you back...." Though I was sure he wasn't lying, my anxiety built with every turn that retraced our route back to the international airport. It was made worse when we actually took the turn off leading up to car park. But instead of going into the allotted parking space, we drove past it and around the terminal. The taxi came to a boom gate which led onto the tarmac of the airstrip. The driver spoke to the guard in Hindustani after which we were allowed through. I eyed Mikaihail suspiciously, he was suppressing a smile and though I knew he could see my face, he pretended not to notice my questioning expression. As I was thinking about where Mikaihail would possibly be taking me, something caught my attention. I am not a car person but the vehicle waiting to leave through the boom gate was certainly something that stuck out to me. Mikaihail noticed where my attention was and smiled at me. "You have expensive tastes, my Caleb." I kept my gaze fixed instead of looking at him, feeling a little guilty by being sidetracked. "What is it?" "A Lamborghini Diablo." He said the name of the car with a kind of reverence. I guess he liked it too. The car had me distracted as the taxi pulled to a halt. I was broken from my stare and gazed outside the windshield. The car was completely forgotten as I was even more surprised by the seaplane which sat idle on the runway. "A seaplane... how much did that cost you?" I complain. He laughs to himself; something about my comment was apparently comical to him. He rubs the top of my head before opening the door and getting out of the taxi. He holds it open and wraps his other arm around me as I too exit the vehicle. The pilot of the plane transferred our luggage and beckoned us aboard. Mikaihail remained quiet the entire time, trying to hold back his amusement. He helped me into the plane which was unexpectedly roomy with comfortable cream upholstered bench like seats. I was again excited as we took off and were flying to an unknown location, but the feeling was marred - I couldn't stop thinking about Mikaihail's words and what we would be going back to. Worst of all was that what he wanted was at odds with what I did. Sure, being together with him on a more regular basis would be everything I desired, but I promised myself I wouldn't be a negative in his life, a negative of any capacity. I didn't want it to be possible for me to look back and think that I did something condemnable. Because I knew no matter how much I added to Mikaihail by doing even the slightest amount of wrong, the wrong is the only thing I would focus on. I couldn't see his wish being fulfilled unless it violated mine... I suppose that worked visa versa. "Caleb." He breaks me of my thoughts. I look up at him attentively. "You need to promise me something..." I smile at him. "I doubt I'd be able to refuse you anything, even if I wanted to." He smiles at my response. "When we get to where we're going," he starts ambiguously, "I don't want you worrying about anything. When we get there, there is nothing but us. Okay?" He had found probably one of the only requests I couldn't be sure I would be able to fulfil; thinking about him and all the complexities of our situations had become somewhat of a reflexive state for me. "I'll do my best..." I say unsure. "But you know, there is something you could do to help me forget about all those things." He rests his arms across the top of the seat behind me and angled himself in a half encirclement of me. "And what might that be?" He asks knowing full well what the answer is. His other hand moves to grasp my opposite hip. As he moves his face towards mine I meet his lips halfway and being to passionately kiss him. His body moves to further encircle me with every kiss, his imposition intensifying with each movement. My plan had, of course, worked - I was lost in the all consuming effect he had on me. I was lost for... I don't know how long, my mind lost its perception of time in this state. A shift in the plane's trajectory let me know we were about to land. I tried to break away from him to see our destination, but he held tighter in response, not letting me go. I could feel his lips pull into a grin as he sucked on my tongue and I knew he didn't want me to see where we were landing. I didn't really mind too much, I would find out soon enough. But I did like the forcefulness in his attempt to keep me oblivious, so I intentionally tried to struggle away from him for the sole purpose of making him continue to restrain me. He responded with each movement I made by grasping me tighter and countering my movement by forcing me further back into my seat. His lips pushed my head back into the upholstery. It didn't take him long to have me completely incapable of moving my torso, firmly pushed into the seat. I began giggling at the feeling of my success, having him restrain me was something I found very exhilarating. In my shackles I felt the plane hit the water and gradually come to a halt. Mikaihail gave me a lasting kiss before stopping and still less than an inch away from my face, blocking my view, he quietly spoke. "No peeking. Eyes on me." Though I had no desire to refuse his request it really wouldn't matter if I had; with the immense imposition I felt at this moment, I was completely in his control. He made sure I didn't look like I was going to deny his request before slowly moving off me. My eyes stayed connected with his as he moved toward the door of the plane when the pilot opened it. In my peripheral vision all I could see was the ocean. There was nothing else between us and the horizon. Mikaihail stepped down on the pontoon of the plane and then held out his hand for me. I was a confused by the situation but took his hand and allowed him to assist me off the plane. As I stepped to the edge of the fuselage I looked down and saw a small sand bank, the tiny waves breaking against it. Mikaihail helped me down onto the sand before I tried to see where I was. I looked to one end of the small bank but it quickly tapered into the sea. I turned to the other side and my eyes widened in shock. This time the sandy bank did not taper off. Instead it went on for about 30 metres before connecting to a small island, probably only slightly smaller than the size of a football field. The majority of the island was encompassed by a grassy hill which wouldn't have been more than 6 metres in height, covered in exotic trees. But the most incredible aspect was that the island was completely deserted. There were no people, nor any sign of human habitation. No other land could be seen from here, it was completely isolated. I was in total shock; I couldn't take my eyes off of our destination - Mikaihail's surprise. Mikaihail was staring at me, taking in my amazement with satisfaction and amusement; my face being more interesting to him than anything the island had to offer. I stood motionless as the pilot got our luggage off the plane. "We'll take it from here." Mikaihail commanded the pilot. He took the bags in one hand, while still eyeing my reaction. The pilot turned back to us as he was about to reboard the plane. "Welcome to Wadigi Island." Mikaihail came up beside me and put his arm around my frame, grabbing my waist as the plane started. We stood there in silence, me still unable to stop staring, as the plane turned around and took off. Mikaihail waited patiently, taking in my emotion, I don't know how long he waited but I couldn't hear the blades of the plane by the time he spoke. "Surprise..." I exhaled in disbelief and turned to him, a helpless expression on my face. "Mikaihail... You're making it very difficult for me to believe this is real... I'm sure I'm going to wake up someday and realise none of this ever happened, and you're still just my father's friend." He didn't seem to like that idea very much. "You can believe me Caleb, this is real." His lips pulled into a smile on the verge of laughing. "But if that does ever happen. Make sure the first thing you do is find me, grab hold, and kiss me until I kiss you back." I smiled at the prospect of kissing the person I once believed him to be, "Promise not to beat the crap out of me?" He chuckles in response, "...Promise." He grips me tighter, "Want to see the rest?" He held me as he led us along the beach. Though I was well acquainted with beaches, the island was very different in subtle ways. Unlike the beaches of Australia, the sand was a bone white colour and the waves didn't sound like a consistent beat, but had a musical melody to them. As we walked along the beach my gaze slowly shifted from the horizon and back to him. Those were the two things that mattered to me. First, he was here with me, second, we were not just alone but isolated in the most veracious sense of the word. "Here we are." He speaks as he angles me to look towards the island centre. There, built into the hill was a stone building almost the exact same colour as the white sand it touched. It had multiple stories that ascended with the angle of the hill. There was a lagoon with a waterfall, a straw roofed patio over a dining setting, and on the very top I could see an open air bedroom - truly the only structure I could imagine that did not take away from the island's captivating beauty, but enhanced it. He wraps his arms around me from behind. "There is usually a staff of nine people servicing this place... but I thought you would rather be alone." I smile at the picturesque setting. "That was a very accurate prediction." I stayed staring at the sight before me, still not over my initial reaction to what was happening. Out of nowhere, it connected in my brain. I let out a laugh and shake my head. "What is that about?" Mikaihail asks in interest. "I just understood why you laughed before... the cost of the seaplane would have been nothing compared to a private island." "How much complaining am I going to get about this one?" I waited for my now habitual reaction to him spending needless amounts of money on me: but it didn't come. The only answer I could really give him, "...none." He grabs my upper arms and turns me to face him. He looks at me discerningly, his expression changes to one of unexpected confusion. "Why?" I thought about it for a moment as I tried to understand it myself. As I realised what it was I felt a little embarrassed. "Can I tell you later?" He quickly responds. "No." He looks defeated. "Just when I think I'm starting to figure you out, you say something like that." He shakes his head. "You're going to tell me or I'll never understand you." "It's just a little... heavy. Can we go with the never understanding for now?" He smiles at my suggestion. "No." I was now the one who was defeated. I lower my head and smile at the idea of saying it out load. It would seem even worse if it was spoken. He holds my head and tilts it to meet his gaze. His expression was less questioning and more demanding. I avoid his gaze as it would only make it harder to speak. I take a breath before trying to explain. "I don't even come close to being described as religious. In fact I don't even believe that there is an afterlife. But, if I'm wrong, if there really is a heaven or Valhalla or any kind of place like that; right now the very idea of it seems unnecessary." I look back to his eyes which are still focused on mine. "Because no matter what there could be in a place like that, it could never be better than this. Being here alone with you, in a place where there isn't even a hint that anything else exists - this is my paradise." He seemed extremely pleased with my words, I'm sure at least a part of that pleasure was knowing that he had been the one to make me feel this way. He took in my response for a moment before curling me up in his arms and speaking. "So as long as it's this good, I can spend any amount of money on you?" "Mikaihail..." I say helplessly, "I'm really not trying to make a point. Please don't go to extremes, I don't want to find out how it would feel if there wasn't this feeling superseding it." He seems to follow the logic of what I'm saying but still doesn't seem completely convinced. I drop my eyes from his "...I guess no one could understand me unless they were inside my head." "Caleb, I love that your brain doesn't work like anyone else's, that you are completely unique and there is no one else like you. But I will figure you out," he chuckles to himself, "...though it may take some time." He tightens his hold on me and pulls me up his frame until his lips find mine. The effect of the lasting kiss reminding me exactly how perfect he is. He grins at me as our lips part, "So, do you want to go inside?" I smirk at him. "You'll have to put me down for that." His grin tightens as he whips my legs up so he is cradling me tightly. The scene makes me laugh in embarrassment even knowing it was just us. He carried me through the doorway and persisted to do so while we explored the interior. The place was just as magnificent inside, the lounge room, dining room, it even had its own library. Were we having an extended stay, I would have liked to look through it. "Any activity requests?" He looks down at me in his arm. "The bed looks pretty comfortable..." I say being much less than inconspicuous. He grins at my suggestion, "You usually don't last long afterwards, my Caleb. Sure you don't want to enjoy the place a bit first?" I thought about what might interest me about this place and I came to the same conclusion I had before: the best thing about the place was that it was isolated. "How about we go for a walk along the beach?" "You want to go for a walk? Nothing else?" Clearly my response was not climatic enough for him. "Well it's more that I like knowing there's nothing here besides you and me." I smile up at him. This time my response is much more pleasing to him. He puts his arm around me as he leads us outside the house and along the water's edge. Every time I looked up at him as we walked I could see that he had a smug smile on his face. My curiosity got the better of me, "You seem pretty chuffed with yourself." Not at all phased by my accusation, "Well, I seem to have you pretty satisfied." "Satisfied doesn't even come close." His smugness definitely elevating with that remark. "Is this the happiest time of your life then?" I think about it for a second before reply. "It's difficult to compare. There have been some pretty rapturous moments." His smugness slips for a moment. I chuckle at his response. "That was an unfounded reaction - you were the centre of all those moments." The smugness returns only more intense than before; quite the rebound. "Well then, what's in competition?" "The night you confronted me." He tightened his hold on me, half in comfort, half in protection. "Your face that night still gets to me. I'd never seen you scared or vulnerable." "I was scared, immensely so. I went with you thinking you probably hated me and never wanted to see me again. Telling you about me was easily one of the hardest things I had done in my life... And then you hugged me and just held me for what must have been quite a long time - almost enough time for me to process what was happening... that was the first time that I thought I could be with you, that being a part of your life, that this..." I wave at the scene in front of me, "...was possible. If Beverley Donofrio is right, and our lives are determined by four or five pivotal days, that was day one for me." He stops us walking and pulls me into him. I waited for him to say something, but that wasn't what his intention, he just wanted to hold me. I continue "Those weeks before it happened were so uncertain for me. I thought about it so much but I never even thought you would want me, after three years I had just accepted it was an impossibility." He sighs in humour. "After what I had done to you, to a teenager, my best friend's son..." he laughs at the memory, but it's not playful "...I was just waiting for you to tell, for someone to come and give me what I deserved for hurting you. But as day after day went by I couldn't wait for it anymore. I wasn't expecting you to do what you did either. The idea that you would feel that way... didn't even cross my mind." He pulls back and kisses me. "...it was one of the best days of my life too." I smile at him and go in for my own kiss. "Don't get me wrong, this is probably the happiest I've ever been, but it was just going from thinking that rejection was certain to getting the thing I've wanted for so long. The sheer difference that night made, that's why it's difficult to tell." He kisses me again, like he couldn't get his fill of affection, something that was usually my curse. "So it's between those two then?" I thought for a moment and realised there was one other that could definitely be the one. I didn't think I should voice it though. I looked up at him indecisively, not sure whether to say it. "There is another, but you would probably hate me if I said it." "Hate you? No, my Caleb. That will never happen." I didn't continue, still unsure. He moved in for a kiss. "Tell me." His lips then moved to my neck. "Go on." Then to my collar bone. I couldn't hold back the laughter. "C'mon Caleb." "Okay, okay, just stop." I push away at his shoulder, but I of course cannot budge him. He continues holding me in very close proximity to his lips, a look on his face threatening that only more assaults of affection awaited my silence. "The first time it happened." As expected, the playfulness drops from his face. I quickly explain myself. "I know you'll never see it like me. But I literally craved you for so long. You were one of those things that people always coveted but can never have; like an insane fan of a movie star. You represented what I could never have. And then, when it happened, I knew what it felt like to be close to you, to be able to be with you, as if those barriers between us didn't exist, if only for a few short minutes." I started to tear up at this point, remembering how hollow my life use to be. "It was like feeling I was alive for the first time ever. Like I had been dead my entire life but only then did I realise it. That, up until that point, I had been a corpse." He pulled me into an even tighter hug, kissing me on the side of my head, not wanting to have to loosen his grip to get to my face. He stayed silent for a moment. "Deep down inside, where I couldn't feel, I loved you... and that's how it came out... " That familiar tone of self-hatred again making an appearance. He stayed silent for a moment, "I don't know what I would have done if you didn't love me too." He just remained constricting me for a long moment as we got back to the reality of my paradise. He slowly got back to a standing position and continued walking with me in his arm; his grip noticeably tighter than before. "I love how strange something like that sounds coming from someone so young." I was thankful he was back to normal and my conversation topic hadn't been a dampener. "Hey, three more years and I'm 18," I rebut. He smiles at me before responding. "But you could easily pass for 12." I am a little taken back and slightly offended by his remark. I playfully push him away, "I'll remember that next time we're having sex." He laughs at my remark before nudging me back. It obviously wasn't meant to be a forceful action, but I'm pushed much further back than I was able to move him. He keeps walking while I regain my balance; I glare for a second before running up behind him and jumping on his back. I wrap my arms and legs around his massive frame and as he realises what I'm doing he moves his hands to support me. I nestle my head against his as he continues to walk along the beach. His unshaven beard rubs against my cheek, tickling me. I can't help but smile at the perfect moment as the scene in front of me slowly loses its vividness and I slip into unconsciousness. *** I slowly opened my eyes as I awoke; the scene which greeted me from my slumber was staggering. The sun was setting over the water as it lit up the sky and the sea with blazing colours. For the first time in my life I am actually enjoying a sunset. I had never seen anything of such emphatic beauty in my entire life. This island truly was paradise. I was lying on my side, my head supported by a familiar bicep. I could also feel a slow swaying motion, as I registered what I was lying on I realised we were in a hammock. I let out a deep breath and turned my face to him. He was lying on his side with his head propped up by his hand, staring down at me even before I saw him. I guess he was doing that long before I even awoke. "It's beautiful." Without taken his eyes off me for a moment he replied. "Yes, it is." I got the feeling he wasn't talking about the sunset. I averted my gaze as I felt a little embarrassed and self-conscious by him adoring me. "I wonder if there's something intrinsically wrong with a 15 year old enjoying a sunset." "Well, you're no normal 15 year old." He brushed the back of his fingers along my cheek, bringing my eyes back to his. His endlessly deep brown eyes stared straight through me for a disarming second as he curled his opposite arm around me and pulled me into him for a slow kiss. He retreated, his face an inch from mine, a look in his eyes like I was the sun. I ran my hand down the side of his frame, my fingers travelling along the landscape of his muscles. I moved my hand and began unbuttoning his shirt, our eyes remaining locked. His shirt opened revealing his behemoth muscular body, each proud muscle juttering out, demanding its own admiration. I curled my hand around him and drew myself against his naked torso. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, warming me. Our lips met as he kissed me slowly. His hand moved under my shirt as he grasped my hip. His rough skin felt so foreign against my immature skin. He kissed me again, firmly grasping me, his dominance taking me over. His hand moved over my head, taking my shirt with it. His muscled arm encircled my torso like I was a small toy, the flexing bands of muscle enlarging as he pulled my naked chest against his. The hair on his pecs tickled my sensitive skin; it was the only other thing that registered for me other than his attack of kisses. He starting grinding his crotch against my leg, as his tool, frightening in its girth, began growing with every slow thrust. Every thrust grew more apprehension than the next, both fear and lust. He moved his head back, looking deeply into my eyes, captivated and single-minded. He spoke with reverence "Are you okay to?" I didn't like that "No Mikaihail" I said curtly, due to the startle. He looked at me ashamed. I quickly retracted my perceived remark looking directly back at him, "Don't ever ask..." He smiled at me with a hint of excitement, that underlying primordial animal taking its influence. He resumed his attack on my mouth. It wasn't long before he started grinding me again. My hand made the journey down his body, entering his pants. My hand ran over his manhood. "Oh God." I said a little taken aback and frightened. "What?" He said, amused by my reaction. "I think my mind blocks out how big you really are." I reply with a heavy exhale. "Probably because otherwise I might run in the opposite direction." I said lightly. He chuckled, amused at my remark. I moved my hand back and got re-acquainted with my mind's ambivalent fixation - like it couldn't decide to fear the enormity of Mikaihail or to throw itself at who it loved, the enormity was just as much him as anything else. I slowly ran my hand over its bridge, beginning to wonder if I'd ever find the end of it. Mikaihail moaned deeply through his kiss. As I reached the head I moved my hand around it and gently grasped it as I moved back and forth; his moaning intensifying. I moved my hand down to the base of his tree trunk, His thick skin was soft over the hardness I was certain could not be budged. I moved further down and found his larger than tennis sized balls. I rolled them around in my hands, astonished at how heavy they were, I didn't think it was possible for them to weigh like they did. I tried to hold them both in my hand at once, but there as too much to handle. I moved them around in my hand, admiring their size before grasping onto them and pulling them down, stretching his sac. He let out even louder moans and stopped his kisses in reaction. I caught his mouth with mine and he began kissing me again. I tugged again and he stopped moving, my tongue still in his mouth. I chuckled at his reaction, somehow feeling like I had control over this bulldozer of a man was laughable. I moved my hand back to the head of penis, firmly grasping and moving his foreskin over and retracting it. He moaned heavily, a slight of the animal in his tone, boiling underneath, about to take over. As I massaged his gland I felt precum start to lather his tool. I rolled my fingers over the tip as I retreated my hand. I retreated from his kiss, our eyes remaining fixed on each other, as I brought two of my finger to my mouth. I took them in my mouth and sucked on them as I withdrew them. As they left my mouth I realised what I was doing and was incredible apprehensive that Mikaihail might of had found it offputting. As the taste registered on my tongue, I instantly recognised it from the day at his office. The most incredible taste that came from the most incredible man. Even starring into his eyes, fearing his judgement, I couldn't help but enjoy it. I swallowed hard just to end it and face what he thought. He pressed his lips together tightly and exhaled heavily through his nose, his muscles tensing. A look in his eyes like it took all his strength not to not to twist me around and spit me on his manhood in that very second. He instead continued his assault on my mouth, only with increased fervour. I smiled through the kisses, that fact I was so wrong about his reaction enhancing my glee. I moved my hand back to his monster and gave it a few more firm slow tugs before trying to haul it out of his pants. With great effort I managed to wrestle it out, whacking back against my thigh as it was freed. He repositioned himself for second, his gigantic manhood moving in between us, pressed against his chest and me, much of it reaching past my shorts and pressing against my naked torso. Against me, in its incredible size, like it was trying to make a point of how incredibly bigger it was than a penis that would be appropriate for me. I exclaimed a little flustered, "Good God your penis is huge." He laughed, looking at me like I had said something strange. "My penis?" I didn't know what he was getting at. "Yes?" I replied confused. He looked at me confused, like he didn't understand how I didn't get what he meant. "I'm about to make love to you my Caleb..." he pressed him gigantic member against me for effect "...we're not performing surgery." It took me a second to recover my speech with his throbbing member pressing into me. "So?" I said, still not getting it. "Maybe there's a better word than 'penis'?" "Like what?" "Anything else..." He looked at me like it should have been obvious, "Something more... dirty?" "Well I'm not a hardened sex offender or anything." He laughed playfully. "No Caleb, you're definitely not." He continued to look at me expectantly, awaiting an answer. I thought penis was as apt a description as any other. "What? Like blunted ass-splitter?" I said with smiling sarcasm, just to make a point. "That's a bit far, but it's still better than penis." Smiling, like he made his point of how far away penis was from a good term. I rolled by eyes at him. Unconvincingly trying to be hold my own; not only his immense imposition, but the more literal fleshy telephone pole between his legs, making my deference to him more than obvious. "I don't know Mikaihail. It feels weird to say something like that to you. I guess you're still kind of an adult to me. The fact that your body is so obviously bigger than mine doesn't help that perception." He turned me around and pulled me into him. He firmly grasped my hip, his hot breathe passing over my ear. He grabbed a handful of my shorts and slowly lowered them. As my ass became uncovered, a low growl emitted from Mikaihail's chest, right into my ear. He quickly took my pants off and adjusted our position. I instantly felt the hot, slick head of his tool against my butt. I took a sharp breath in reaction, knowing there was nothing besides Mikaihail's will stopping it from forcing its way inside me. He could decide to do it at any second, and every second that past, more of the primordial side of Mikaihail took over His mouth moved to my neck, even though my mouth was free, it somehow made me even less able to breathe through the pleasure of his passionate kisses. He would intermittently lightly bite my neck between his nuzzling. He slowly but firmly ground his enormous member against my entrance, his man essence coating my ass. He brought his mouth to my ear. "I hope you're ready Caleb, there's no turning back now. No one will hear you here." He threatened teasingly. "Now let's try this again." He began thrusting against my entrance with increased force. Each thrust brought with it apprehension, whether it would be the one which would force me open. I was certain one of them would be. He spoke softly, yet very domineeringly right beside my ear. "What's that pushing against your perfect ass?" It wasn't easy to think in my delirium and I wasn't quite sure what to say so I stayed silent for a moment, confused. He rammed his monster against my entrance, not enough to enter me but enough to stretch my ring a little. I spoke in frightened surprise "Your cock." He groaned satisfied. He continued to grind against my entrance. "In about three seconds what's going up you?" I answered quickly "You're massive manhood." He didn't sound as satisfied. He began kissing and biting on my ear, sending me off into another world. "And what am I going to use to fuck you?" The words made the imagery that more explicit in my mind. "You're fat slab of man meat." The words still felt strange to say. He trusted hard against my entrance, seeming more satisfied with that answer. That attempt stretching my ring further but still not enough to enter me. He used his elbow to brace my shoulder against him and used his forearm to cover my mouth. He moved his legs over mine to stop me from being able to move. He retreated his colossal tool. I could still feel it at the divide of my cheeks, but it wasn't pressing into my slick entrance. He stopped thrusting and let himself stay there. My body instinctively wanted him and didn't like this perceived backing off. I tried to move back put he kept his force against me, hindering me. I moved my free arm to grab onto his muscled body. I moved my hips far back as I could to meet his enormous tool, but it wasn't far enough. I continually made attempts to move back further, to meet his incredible girth, making little progress. As he spoke, his hot breath glided across my ear "What do you want inside you, Caleb?" I spoke instinctively and without thought. "You!" he didn't respond. My attempts became more frantic. "Please Mikaihail, please fuck me with your gigantic dick." I blurted in desperation. That did it for him. Without hesitation, but an animalistic growl, he rammed his mammoth fuck tool into my entrance, lodging his head inside me. In the unexpected flash of pain I bit onto his forearm without thought. My ass clamped down on the invader that was forcing my hole further open than it was designed to. It instinctively tried to push him out, but Mikaihail remained steadfast, he wasn't going to withdraw until he had what he wanted. My body automatically tried to squirm away, but Mikaihail didn't let up his restraints. He instead began kissing me lightly on the side of my head comfortingly. As the initial pain began to subside I stopped moving and tried to calm down. As the realisation that Mikaihail was inside me, making love to me, I felt incredible validated. His sexual desire for me meant that I was something important. If this most incredible specimen of a man deemed me to be his preferred sexual partner then, by extension, my existence was of significance. I loosened my jaw to let his forearm go, but instead of retreating it, he cradled my head in his hand and stroked my hair with his thumb. I grinded my butt on his fleshy pole, enjoying the intense pleasure, sending me into bliss, while trying to ignore the pain. He brought his mouth back to me ear. "Do you want more, my Caleb?" "Only if you want me." He gave a throaty chuckle that sounded more like a sexual growl. "Well, if you say no Caleb, there would be a problem. I really doubt I could not keep going" He squeezed me tightly. "After hearing you say that, it's taking all of me not to mindlessly pound you till I'm exploding deep inside you." My validation enhancing with his statement. "Then take me Mikaihail. Make me yours." I grabbed onto his hip and his bicep that was around me as tightly as I could. As he forced his way deeper into me, thick inch by incredibly thick inch, I squeezed by eyes closed and endured the pain of being opened far wider than I was ever meant to be. Every time my metal would slip and I flinched, his body would counteract my movement in a soothing, almost subduing, way. He stopped his assault and lifted his arm out from under my head, gentle laying it down on the hammock. He lifted my leg and grabbed a hold of the base of his huge tool. He slowly began moving on top of me, his humongous manhood lodged deep within me twisted with his movements. The not quite cylindrical shape forcing my muscles to move and stretch in unexpected ways to accommodate, the monster forcing the muscles to shape to it as it twisted inside me - more accurately, I was twisting to it. I was sure the inside of my ass would be a perfect mould of his impressive tool, there would be no space, my muscles taking advantage of every allowance the form of his gigantic dick would give them. Given the seeming inability of me to accommodate his girth I was amazed he was able to perform such a manoeuvre. I suppose it spoke to his incredible strength. After he was on top of me he let go of his monster half buried inside me. I was breathing sharply from the experience, both of us beginning to sweat. He brought his face to mine and gave me a long passionate kiss, a feeling of appreciation coming off him. He turned us both on the hammock until he was able to step out of it without withdrawing from me. He frantically took off his dress shirt as his pants hit the ground and took small steps towards me, the hammock moving to accommodate his new position. As he walked the hammock moved me into an almost vertical position. I grabbed onto him to hold myself in place. He restarted his stream of passionate kissing as he slowly humped his tool inside, though going no further. I ground myself against him in reciprocation, pleasure setting off every nerve inside me. He retreated his mammoth to the head and slowly pulled out till my ring moved over the ridge of his head, the relief my muscles felt was immense and I was certain they would never open enough for him again. Then in a display of his raw strength he slowly forced himself back inside, his muscles flexing with fresh sweat, turning redder as the blood rushed through them. It was as if our bodies were communicating and Mikaihail's and letting mine know it had no say, it was all him. He continues to retreat and then slowly re-enter. Using the pain as a catalyst the pleasure shot through my body like a wild fire every time he forced me open. He continued this, setting my body into shocks of pleasure. I held onto him as tightly as I could, trying to stay in reality, his pace quickened, not allowing me any reprieve. The intense pleasure was more than I could handle, and as he unexpectedly buried himself inside me I couldn't hold on any longer and I came. His tool, caught inside me, was squeezed inside my tremoring ass muscles. Instead of losing control, he squeezed me in his arms incredibly tightly, his head pressed against mine, bracing himself, resisting the urge pile drive me until he got what his body wanted. As my climax continued the pressure of his embrace intensified as he seemingly tried not to lose control. Every bone in my back must have cracked with the increasing pressure. As he regained himself he slowly loosened his embrace and took his head away from mine and looked directly into my eyes, a torrent of lust behind the almost broken sanity. I waited for him to continue but after a few seconds he didn't. I smile at him as genuinely as I could with the intensity of his massive tool lodged inside me. "You know, it's going to take a whole lot more than gravity to get that thing inside me." He smiled at me, his monster tensed with its mention. A determined, cocksure look crossed his face as he flexed his muscles, making him look even bigger and intimidating. The look slowly faded and I could see him mulling over something in his head. "Caleb, I want you to do something." "Anything." I replied breathlessly. It was with incredible difficulty my mind retained the ability to form words. With obvious mammoth amounts of restraint Mikaihail pulled his monster out of me. I looked at him anxiously, as I felt empty and rejected without him inside me. He quickly took me into his arms, cradling me, turned around and started for the ocean. As he walked his monster cock swayed obscenely. He waved through the water until it just touched his thighs and lowered us into the surprisingly warm ocean, gentle waves moving around us. He lounged back in the water, me sitting on his lap. He moved his mouth to mine and we began kissing, he lounged further back and I followed to maintain the contact. We continued passionately kissing, me straddling his abs, even in the bliss I wanted more, I wanted to be back where I belonged. "Come on Mikaihail. You've never been one to make me beg." I said smiling between our kisses. He looked at me seriously. "I want you too Caleb." I grinned wider. "Well then take me." He remained serious. "No." He said as if I had misunderstood him. "I want you to." I froze as the realisation of what he meant struck me. We were barely even able to have sex. We were only able because he took charge and I held on (in more ones than one). But worse than that was the position we were in. I stared at him not knowing what to say. Instead of looking scared I grabbed onto his shoulder tightly and looked at him lovingly. "I don't think I could Mikaihail. I just hold onto you because I trust you and you know what you're doing." That seemed like the best way to put it, though that wasn't what I was really afraid of. He looked at me, reciprocating the loving expression, obvious lust behind it, unable to be hidden. "C'mon Caleb, don't you want me?" Teasing in his voice. Of course he wouldn't let me get around the truth. "It's just that... it's very intense for me when you..." I didn't know how to say it to him "...I don't want how I look when it happens to... give you the wrong idea." A change in his facial expression as I spoke let me know he only realised then that he hadn't seem my face when we were... in the throws. As he regained himself he looked at me in a comforting way "I want to see you try, if it gets too much for you I'll take over" he smirks at me. I grasped onto him unsurely, not really knowing where to start. He is so much bigger than me, like we are from different species. I started kissing him, getting lost in my overwhelming feelings. I thought if I didn't think about it too much it would be okay. I locked my feet under his perfectly round arse. I locked his torso between my thighs and grabbed onto his shoulder with one hand. He supported himself with his elbows, but lightly grasped my thighs, although not in a forceful way like he was going to help me. I reached back with my free hand to find his monster. As I grasped it I had a sinking feeling. I couldn't even nearly fit my hand around it, there was no way I could distract myself from this telephone pole. I lined it up with my entrance, feeling no sense that I would succeed. He spoke in between our kisses, his maddening lust for me thick on his voice, "I want to see you impale yourself on me Caleb." My legs and hands held onto him as tightly as I could as I tried to spear myself on his mammoth fucker. I wasn't making any progress, I tried with all my strength to force it inside me, but my hole wouldn't budge, it wasn't letting something that big inside it. I gave out a big sigh and resigned that this was never going to work. I retreated from our kisses and looked at him, at the man who I wanted more than anyone else in the world. His humongous pecs, covered in his chest hair, matted against his chest with sweat. The huge shoulders, big enough to fit bowling balls. His huge, strong neck. His proud, square jaw, now lightly covered in his stubble. Finally, his endlessly deep brown eyes. I imagined those days when I would stare at his face like this from across the table, knowing that I would give up everything I had, even my life, to be able to do this with him, and also knowing that no matter what I had it would never be enough to get what I wanted. I stared into his eyes and remembered the soul crushing loneliness I felt when I thought of what could never be. I thought of how much I wanted him to love me and to feel close to him. I continued to stare into his eyes and allowed that feeling of longing, for someone I could never have, consume me. I imagined we weren't here, but at the table and him smiling at me like a friend who would never be anything more. I used this moment to kill all of those memories. With all the wanting and desperation I made myself want to impale myself, to prove myself wrong, that he wanted me and I was good enough for him. As I stared into his eyes I willed myself onto him. Opening myself without restraint, wanting the pain, the knowledge that he was inside me, fucking me, longing to take me for his own. As his gigantic fuck tool entered me, pain so intense exploded my nervous system, But I wanted more, it meant he had chosen me. I forced myself further down him, I look of incredible pleasure on his face, restraining himself from taking over. "Ah fuck Caleb, show me how much you want me." I continued to staring into his eyes as I forced more of his enormous girth into me, stretching me to the limit. The pain was building but I wasn't going to stop. I wanted him and I wasn't going to give myself a chance to stop. In one slow, agonising movement, I impaled myself on his mighty, gargantuan manhood. I was his. I hit his stomach as my ass rested on his pelvis, filled beyond its limit. I feel an amazing amount of relief, even accomplishment, as I realise all of him is inside me. I look into his eyes, trying to read if how I had looked affected him. There was an unfamiliar part of his expression that I couldn't read in this state, barely able to even think coherently; but there was that face again, holding back his lust, stopping himself from taking what he wanted. I grabbed his shoulders to try and steady myself, my face only inches away from his. I kiss him lightly, shakily. "Stop holding back Mikaihail." I breathed uneasily, my lungs feeling like they couldn't expand properly. "I want to feel what I mean to you. Please." I kiss him lightly again. "Show me." He replies without words. His grip on my thighs tightened as he went in for a hostile kiss, wanting to taste me. I tried to return his fervent kisses while holding onto him tightly, trying to hold myself in place. He moved his hips back and me up his body, pulling out over half his girth. Then with his sheer strength, which I could only truly appreciate now, he forced himself back inside me. The pain seemed easier to handle now that it was out of my control. I focused on him, it wasn't some alienable thing, it was him making love to me. Big strong Mikaihail, 'Of course having sex with him will hurt, look at how much bigger than you he is' I told myself. The pain was just a reminder it was him. The knowledge that it was him doing that to me was all I needed to focus on the pleasure. I returned his kisses as enthusiastically as I could with him making love to me. His motion picked up speed, ramming his humongous manhood into me. His breathing became louder as he moaned animalistically through our kisses. His kisses became more and more domineering; I eventually barely had time to breath. He retreated from me, grabbing my thighs so strongly in his big hands, and rammed me onto his dick; the thrusting began to throw me around so much I couldn't hold myself up. I fell into him, one hand around him, the other around behind his neck grabbing onto his hair. He began kissing my neck, his animalistic moans going straight into me. He fucked me with such ferocity it caused waves in the ocean. Fighting against the natural waves and not dying until they hit the beach. He was like a piston, using his incredible raw strength to enter me with such pace. His thrusting became shorter and more rapid and his moans became louder roars. I was lost in pleasure so intense I didn't know if I was going to be okay. I could feel myself begin to climax as he threw back his head and roared an earth shattering moan into the sky. He slammed me down onto his mammoth dick as he exploded inside me. I slide down his chest, barely able to feel my limbs though the pleasure. I could feel his dick pump his hot essence inside me, filling me up, marking his ownership of me. I wrapped my arms under his, holding onto his chest. He breathed heavily as he came down from his climax. His tool only irregularly tensing and sending another pump of his essence deep inside me. The waves were gently crashing against us as I lay exhausted against his thick frame. The sun had disappeared beyond the horizon and the last of its rays were vanishing with it. As I lied there against him I could feel myself passing out, but I forced myself to stay awake. I tried to fit my arms around him as best I could. His heavy breathing puffing out his muscled chest intermittently. I held onto him with all the strength by spent body could muster. The last of my energy quickly left me and I could no longer support myself. Before I even moved an inch down his frame he tightened his hold on me, bracing me against him. Laying here against him, feeling the connectedness, his pure unadulterated love and adulation for me pouring off of him and engulfing me to the point where I'm almost drowning in it; and I would happily go, let the feeling take me under, there could be no sweeter death. Of a day filled with moments that I could only describe as perfect, this moment here was the perfection within the perfection. Mikaihail braced me against him with his thick arms; he cautiously pulled me out of the water as he rose to his feet. I clung to him to try and support myself, but I knew in this weakened state that I would fail without his own strength holding me against him. He held me tight against his muscled body as he walked toward the house. I looked out to the ocean as he walked and knew that this would be the last memory that would ever leave my mind. He entered the house and climbed the staircase, we emerged on the top of the house, the open air bedroom. The head of the bed was against the only solid wall, the other three walls were retracted wooden dividers. He grabbed a towel from the bed and wrapped it around us before he got us under the covers. A cool breeze flowed through the room; I could hear the waves break upon the shore. I held onto his body tighter for warmth, he held me tighter in reciprocation and laid his leg over mine. We looked into each other's eyes, completely captivated. His endlessly deep brown eyes drew me in, my mind had no room for anything besides my voiceless feelings for him, incomprehensible in their enormity. Again time was lost on me but after a long moment his eyes shifted as he looked at me. That familiar expression, change ever so slightly from the time I first saw it. Back then it marked the first time I thought he felt something for me. "Caleb..." his voice broke the silent serenity, his concern thick on his pronunciation. "Did I hurt you?" As I came back to myself, trying to figure out what was alarming him, I realised there were tears in my eyes. It didn't take any mental process to figure them out. "No Mikaihail." I smiled and brought my hand to his face to comfort him. "I'm happy..." He smiled at me and exhaled in relief. I smiled back into his depthless eyes. "...Thank you." "For what?" His adoration thick on his tone. After a moment I continued "Now I know. This is it...I don't think my mind is capable of feeling any more absolute in happiness than I am now." I smiled again. "This is the pinnacle of me. Of my existence. " He constricted me tighter for a moment. I continued "If I died tomorrow, at least I would die knowing what this feels like. I would want for no experience." His smile dropped slightly. "Don't talk about you dying Caleb." I smiled at him. "Sorry, I don't know how else to put it." He regained his smile. "It's just you being you I suppose." Another moment passed and his much larger body curled itself around me, he braced me against him, my head on his chest. I could feel my consciousness slipping but I wanted to stay here with him. I started moving hand back and forth across his massive shoulder, just to keep myself awake. After a time I would almost fall asleep, stopping the movement, but would catch myself and start again. After several iterations of this he spoke. "Go to sleep my Caleb." He commanded, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. "No." I resisted the overwhelming urge to completely and utterly comply with anything the person I lived for could ever ask of me. I wanted to stay, not waste this sleeping. "Caleb." He replies authoritatively, yet somehow playfully. "Mikaihail. I want to stay here with you... I will lose this battle, but let my fight for a little while longer." He takes my hand from his shoulder and kisses it before holding it in his own, effectively stopping any movement I can make. I knew I wouldn't last long, but I would hold onto every second. *** I woke up to Mikaihail's lips on mine, as I realised what he was doing I began to reciprocate the affection. He retreats as I start giggling. He looks at me amused. "Your stubble tickles." "Haven't shaved since we got here." His amusement returns as he rubs his cheek against mine. I cannot help but giggle at the feeling. He pulls back and looks at me for a moment. "I kind of like it. Makes you look rugged." I run my fingertips down the side of his face, enjoying the feel of it. "...Maybe not the most appropriate look for an executive though." I concede. He grins at the comment before kissing me again. "You have no idea how peaceful you look when you're sleeping. I could lie here all day just looking at you." "I hope you don't like me better asleep." I lightly accuse him. He chuckles at my remark before kissing me again. "It's a tossup." "Are you sure waking me up was a good idea then?" "Well, I remembered I haven't fed you in a while." "Food hasn't really been on my mind." "Mine neither." He slowly kisses me again, nicely accentuating what had been occupying our minds. We slowly made our way out of bed and down to the kitchen. There was a lot of uncooked food and ingredients. I then remembered Mikaihail's comment about the staff of nine and I'm guessing at least one of those was a cook. I sifted through a myriad of ingredients until I realised I had everything I need to make pancakes, one of the few recipes I knew. Mikaihail carved up some fruit and fried some bacon while I mixed the batter. When it came time to do the actual cooking Mikaihail forcefully took over saying he didn't want me near an open flame... I just rolled my eyes at him. It wasn't long before we were at sitting in front of the rolling ocean enjoying our makeshift breakfast. After nearly a day here, I still hadn't gotten use to the island's beauty. "Can you think of anything that would make this place better?" Mikaihail had caught me admiring our surroundings. "Multiple shower heads." He let out a laugh as he understood what I was referencing. "You liked that did you?" "I quickly grew attached." He looks at me with nostalgia, remembering that night. "I'll make sure our first place satisfies that." This paradise made the rest of the world easy to forget, but that small reminder of reality was enough to trigger my thoughts. There was still an enormous point of contention between me and Mikaihail that needed to be solved and the time I had to bring it up was dwindling. There was no guarantee that we would be alone again after we left here; maybe the car ride back to school but this wasn't something I should bring up while he was driving a car. I had to say it now, but I still had no idea exactly what I should say. "What are you thinking Caleb?" I look back up at him, trying desperately to figure out how to word my thoughts. I smile weakly as our eyes connect. "Mikaihail...I was wondering if I could infringe upon the taboo subject." I reply meekly. Taboo seemed like a good word given the tropical surroundings. He lets out an emphasised exhale, but doesn't seem discontent, rather he seems to be amused. "I'm surprised you were able to hold off this long." I just smile down at the table; even the idea of him asking me to do something he had no faith I could was not enough to make me go off on a tangent. I remain silent for a second, still not sure how to best to say it. "Caleb?" I look up and without missing a beat I blurt out. "I don't think it's such a good idea." I continue to look at him while he makes sense of my words and levees his judgement. I couldn't quite tell exactly where his mind was by his face, but it looked somewhere between confusion and rejection; the latter making me feel even more guilty. "I thought you wanted this?" For all my mental preparations for this conversation, I had clearly failed if that was the conclusion he came to. "Of course I do." I look up at him defeated. "Did you forget my freak out? To me, there is nothing besides you. What you're offering me is all I want." I could see in his face he accepted my words, the rejection was gone and the regained happiness was clearly there. I could see he was continuing to try to figure out what I was saying, but before I could explain he spoke his next theory. "So you think I don't love you then?" I couldn't help but smile this time, the evidence of his feelings was all around us. "We're currently 3000 kilometres away from the school camp my parents believe I'm on, sitting in front of a beach on a private island that is a plane ride to another country away, which is something I've never done and, given that you're not my parent, can only assume is a feat which required some kind of forged affidavit. So no Mikaihail, your affection for me is not what's in question here." Now he just looked completely satisfied, like the only two things that came into the decision for him had been verified and there was nothing else that could warrant not going forward. If I wanted this then there was nothing else for him to think about. "Well then what is in question?" He says very self-assured, like he was certain the problem I was having could not possibly have any merit. "You have a family Mikaihail. If we did this then I'd be taking you away from them. I can't hurt you or make you feel guilty by forcing you to hurt the people around you... That's not something I could live with." He puts his utensils down and moves his chair out from under the table. He opens his arms and beckons me to him. I meekly get up and lie against his chest; he enfolds me in his arms tightly as he lowers his lips to my ear and speaks solemnly. "Did you forget what I said after your 'freak out'? I wasn't lying. It's not even a decision for me. I can't not be with you, my Caleb." I thought it would come to this, our impasse seemed unavoidable; we had just proven that indeed it was. "Well, I had a thought... I'm not completely sure yet, but I could try and figure out a way that we can be together without hurting anyone." "No Caleb." He speaks in a commanding, almost angry tone. His grip on me tightens with his words. I wasn't sure where this had come from. "I don't see the problem." "I'm not putting this on you." The same tone, even less friendly, like even having to elaborate in itself was not acceptable. Desperately I try to reason with him. "Please Mikaihail, you have no idea what it would do to me if I hurt you. The only way I can possibly live with myself through all of this is knowing that, without a doubt, I'm never did anything condemnable. Doing this destroys that. Please, at least let me try. Just give me that." "Caleb, it's my job to protect you. You shouldn't worry about these things." The tone was gone. He could see where my head was and he simply wanted me to stop agonising over it. "...I can't stop, it's just who I am." I look up at him from within his arms. "I need to try, if it's a last resort I'll give in, but I can't just choose the option which hurts you off the cuff." "Any other way and I'm hurting you. That is the most unacceptable outcome." He releases one of his arms and caresses my cheek. "While we're not together, I won't be able to be there for you." I shake my head at him. "You don't understand. You're not hurting me. Every second I get with you is a gift of unfathomable generosity." I look into his eyes, just once again appreciating my ridiculous amount of luck. "I don't have an entitlement to you. Not like the people who have you already." He seems to need a moment to take in my words, I take advantage of the pause and continue. "Just... give me a month. That's all, after that, no matter what, we'll be together, never to separate again." He gives the whole situation some thought before replying. "A week." "Two weeks." "A week." "That's not how bargaining works." "Well then I guess it's a good thing I'm not bargaining." He holds me tighter for a moment. "Even being away from you for that long is a big ask." I had learnt that when Mikaihail got like this no further amount of arguing would get me anywhere. "...A week." He begins to slowly rub my arm as I stare out across the sea, coming to terms with how the dreaded issue had ended up. "Could you do me a favour?" Without shifting my eyes I reply. "Do you actually think I can do this one?" "I certainly hope you can. But, would it even matter if I didn't." "I suppose it wouldn't. I'd still do everything I could." I smirk and shake my head, futile efforts never was something I entertained before Mikaihail. "Could you work on that entitlement thing for me?" I crease my brow in confusion. "...I'm not really sure how one would go about that... And besides, you should probably think about that request. I mean if I did manifest an entitlement to you I would become extremely clingy..." I look up at him a little guiltily, "...and by that I mean more clingy than I already am." He laughs at my comment, his body moves mine with his arms wrapped around me. He kisses me on the head as his laughter subsides. "So what would that be like? You would want to cuddle all the time, miss me when I'm gone, think about me constantly. I think I'll take the hit." He chuckles a little more and begins to rub my shoulder. He remains quiet for a moment before speaking again. "Just one more week, then you're all mine." "One week..." As best I can from within his confinement I wave my hand in the air nonchalantly. "Just out of interest, if I didn't say anything, how quickly did you really expect it to take before we were together?" He looks at me amused by my confusion. "Caleb, I was never going to leave you again." "Would love to know how that would have gone down when we got back." "I would have figured it out as I went along." I scoff at him. "Well then it's a very good thing I did say something." "That's one way of looking at it." By his tone it was obviously he disagreed with me. Clearly he thought what I wanted to do was unnecessary. In his mind he was probably just humouring me. "You know Caleb, I've never had any problems getting people to do what I want - that is until you." I chortle at his very inaccurate observation. "On the contrary, I find it incredibly difficult to refuse you anything. If I didn't believe I was doing it for you I wouldn't have a chance of denying you." "Alright then: kiss me." I interlace my arms behind his neck as I bring my lips to his. Just to tease him I stop barely an inch from him and reduce my movements to a frustratingly slow advance. He doesn't last long before he grabs the back of my head and closes the distance himself. In about two seconds I was butter in his arms. After he releases me from his all consuming effect he quietly breathes, "If I'm going to get you back on time, we should get ready." Not quite yet capable of speech, I simply nod in consent. *** We were once again walking along the beach of our island. In the distance the seaplane sat bobbing with the gentle waves. Mikaihail held our bags in one hand and me in the other as he led us away from the house. "So, where would you like to go next time, my Caleb?" "Next time?" "Of course. I'm going to take you everywhere I go and everywhere you could ever want to go." I smile up at him from within his grasp. "Somewhere even further away next time. Like The Cayman Islands or Hawaii." "Do you like the tropical places?" "I haven't been anywhere else, remember? I just couldn't imagine something being better than what we just had." A smug smile crosses his face. "I'll take that as a challenge." My smile widens. "Of course you would." As we approached the plane Mikaihail handed our bags to the pilot. I felt a little sad about leaving this place - my paradise. I wanted to take something to remember it by, maybe some sand or a leaf of a tree or some water. I then had a better idea and took out Mikaihail's phone and carefully took a shot of the island before saving it as my background. "You won't get very good quality with that." Mikaihail saw what I was doing. He turns to the pilot and asks, "do you have a camera on board?" "Only my personal one, Sir." Mikaihail pulls out his wallet and hands the pilot a ridiculous amount of money. The pilot is stunned by the offering and quickly retrieves the camera for Mikaihail. He takes the camera and points it at me. I feel embarrassed as he takes a photo before handing me it to me. I quickly snap one of him before turning to the island and retaking my earlier shot. Mikaihail takes the camera back and hands it to the pilot. "Could you take one of us." He speaks to the pilot, and again, his question doesn't sound like a question but a command. He stands beside me and wraps his arm around my waist as the pilot takes the photo. The pilot hands back the camera to Mikaihail. He guides me back on the plane, taking an unnecessary amount of care with me. Before long we're back in the air, the island shrinking behind us. As we were flown through the air, the polar opposite of the exhilaration I felt when we were travelling away from our problems was bearing down upon me. I only had seven days to figure out a way around all our obstacles and orchestrate some way Mikaihail and I could be together. The task seemed near impossible. If I could pull it off, it would be a miracle. But if I was realistic about the outcome, could I really give in to Mikaihail? Would my failure to find an alternative be enough for me to allow myself to hurt him? I didn't want to entertain that question, I'd rather just try to find a solution before acquiescing to defeat. I let out a sigh, feeling a little depressed about having to leave. "It's alright, my Caleb. Only seven more days and it will be like that forever." I curl up onto him, nestling myself in his arms as he enfolds them around me. The biggest question of all: could I really have what I want, a life with Mikaihail? He was right about one thing. It'll only take seven days. In seven days I'll know the answer. ********* Author's Note: Thank you for reading the story. I put a lot of time and effort into these so it's always nice to hear what people think of my writing. I know how much some of you like this story so I will try extremely hard to complete it not matter how long it takes me. I find e-mails really motivating, so if you could take a little time I'd really appreciate you sending a message along to calebnathanial@hotmail.com