Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2013 21:40:50 +1100
From: Caleb Nathanial <calebnathanial@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Alpha Male and Me Part 7 Rebirth

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The Alpha Male and Me Chapter 7: Rebirth

I woke up later that night in his bed, wrapped in his arms.  He was heavily
asleep, yet even in unconsciousness he held onto me with a surprising
tightness.  We were together in our place; our lives finally connected.  I
hoped it would never end.  But, this connection came at a price... a price
I feared we had not yet paid in full.

I nuzzled my face against his chest as I slowly came out of
unconsciousness, just wanting to feel closer to him.  As long as I was by
his side, I would be able to face anything the rest of the world could
throw at me.  After being forced to hurt Mikaihail this past week, my
previous delusions of remaining innocent were shredded, and the weight of
differing amounts of guilt and pain that would result from future actions
seemed irrelevant.  There was only clean and tainted, and having passed the
initial threshold I knew that I would be devoured by the guilt without him.
So more pain and guilt was fine by me if it was in service to him...  what
was the point in differentiating, when it would all kill me.

I smiled to myself.  Having all that go through my mind and yet the only
emotion I felt was absolution.  What else could I possibly feel in his
embrace?

As my mind came to me, I realised why I had woken.  I was awfully
dehydrated.  Even within his physical embrace and the emotional embrace of
his imposition, I still felt as though I would die of thirst if I didn't
get to a tap soon.

I was angry at myself for being controlled by my baser needs when I had
finally gotten the most important thing to me, but I guess I would have to
enjoy Mikaihail in moderation.  After all I would still need food, and
water - there would have to be a few minutes a day when he wasn't all that
was on my mind.

I tried to move out of the binding of his limbs, but as soon as I attempted
to move away he instinctively tightened his hold.  I thought he may have
awoken, but as I looked into his face I saw that he was still asleep,
though there was a crease of worry in his brow.  I smiled at him, at how
lucky I was to mean something to this amazing person.

After a few attempts, I realised he wouldn't react if I moved only
nanometres at a time.  After a few minutes, I was able to awkwardly get out
of bed.  I slowly crept out of the room, not wanting to wake him.

I made my way down stairs.  The house felt strange to me.  It was
unfamiliar, but just knowing it was where Mikaihail resided made it somehow
comforting.  I was met with the lights of the city far below.  I walked out
onto the balcony and revelled in the remarkable place we now lived.  An
unobstructed, high-altitude breeze blew across the balcony.  Somehow it
felt different than I had expected.  The first time I had ever felt that, a
new experience to add to my new life.  I looked down on the city below
appreciating the new perspective.

Mikaihail had given me a life far greater than I ever could have hoped for
before I met him.

No, that wasn't true.  Even after having met and long since having fallen
in love with him, I still didn't have hope for this.  My hope didn't begin
after he took me, it didn't begin after he accepted me, it didn't even
begin after he told me he loved me... no... my hope for being his partner
only began after he yelled it at me, angrily declaring he wasn't going to
allow it any other way.  I was his, and he was going to have me no matter
who or what stupidly stood in the way, even if that thing standing in the
way was me.

And now I was his partner, and we lived as we would for a long time to
come.  But the situation wasn't stable yet.  Our plane had landed, but
rather awkwardly, and now we had to face the turbulent result.  The next
few days would determine exactly how endurable this new life we had
together actually was.  My anxiety over these coming days would be
unbearable, if it wasn't for Mikaihail.

I smiled to myself.  It seemed even the decisively negative traits of
pigheadedness and tunnel vision had their potential.  I would never have
believed this life was possible or sustainable if it wasn't for his
complete aggressive denial of anything that would contradict it.  I was
glad for his denial.  In a world where everything was malleable and nothing
was indestructible, Mikaihail, and his guardianship of me, were things I
was certain could not be broken.

There was me too.  I was no Mikaihail, but I sure as hell was going to give
this everything I had.

I was broken away from my thoughts by my thirst and returned inside to the
kitchen.

I realised I had no idea where anything was stored and started a hunt for
the cups.  After quietly searching eighty percent of the possible hiding
places I finally found them.  I cautiously lifted one from the drawer and
walked to the refrigerator, hoping there would be chilled water.  I put the
cup down as I had to use some strength to open the seemingly vacuum tight
door.  As the light from the refrigerator began to beam I caught a face in
my peripheral vision.  My heart skipped a beat in fright.

"Holy fu...." I said with an awkward breath as I held onto the countertop
to support myself.  "You scared the crap out of me."

Mikaihail tenderly pulled me into a hug, I grabbed onto him as I waited for
my heartbeat to return to normal.

"You can't do that Caleb." He said in a stern, yet concerned manner.

I was a little surprised by his reaction. "Get a drink of water?"

He took a deep breath as he replied. "I don't ever want to wake up and
you're not where you're supposed to be."

"Oh... sorry.  I guess I didn't think about that."  I said as I realised
that his hug was probably more for him than it was for me.  I had only been
living with Mikaihail for a few hours and I had already managed to do
something wrong.

He held me tightly against his warm body, both of us down to only our
underwear - I had to change mine after he tore them apart in his lustful
berserk.  Removing one arm, he took the cup and filled it from a lone tap
at the side of the sink.  He held it to my mouth and I drank all the
surprisingly cold water without breathing.  I guessed it must have been
some kind of chilling device under the sink.

"Someone's thirsty." He looked at me in paternal amusement.

"I sure as hell wouldn't have left your bed if I wasn't."  I smiled up at
him.

He filled it again and after only being able to drink a third of it, he
filled the almost full cup again and took both of us back upstairs to his
bed, never letting go of me.

I ended up on top of him, elbows either side of his head, kissing him
slowly.  He ran his hands over my back, his much larger body held me in
entirety; not a part of me made contact with the mattress.  I raised my
head away as a question came to me.

"So if I need to get out of bed, for whatever reason, what should I do next
time?"

"Wake me." He spoke, still in the bliss of the physical intimacy.

I didn't really like the idea of disturbing him while he was asleep, but
his tone let me know it was nonnegotiable.  "Well what about if I need to
go to the bathroom?"

"Wake me." He repeats himself.

I rolled my eyes without being able to stop smiling; the en suite bathroom
wasn't even two metres from the bed.

I lowered my head back to his and continued to enjoy his affection.  This
time he was the one to break the stream.

"So, now that you're all mine, I have a few rules for you."

I look back at him in disbelief, still unable to stop smiling. "So now that
you have me, you're going to force me to do whatever you want?"

He smiles at me, as he goes in for his own kiss, "Yep."

I let out a light chuckle and smile back, "Alright."  I would do anything
for him, be anything for him, there was nothing I would say no to.

"I can't stand it when I don't know where you are; thinking of all the bad
things that could happen to you, or the people who would hurt you.  So, if
you're not here or at school, you have to tell me where you're going.  Call
me anytime.  Don't worry if I'm at work."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Okay."  He brought his face to mine and kissed
me, pleased with my acquiescence.  "But, do you know the person who you
should be most worried about is?"

"Who?"  He spoke in a manner that gave me the feeling he was more enjoying
the sound of my voice than listening to my words.

"Well, now that you're my partner you've become... 2.6 trillion times more
likely to be the person who kills me."

He raised his eyebrow at my words and sounded a grunt, not completely
convinced I was telling the truth.

"One third of all murders are committed by the significant other..." I kiss
him sensually "...crimes of passion."

"Well you'd better keep me happy then."  He teased, unable to muster any
threat.

"I plan to." I kissed him again.  After another few kisses I asked, "Do I
get to make rules too?"

He thought about my suggestion, "If I like them."

I again chuckled lightly.  He wasn't going to give an inch. "You have to
always be willing to hold me, even when you're so angry you want to
throttle me."

He pretends to think it over. "Alright, but that one goes both ways."

"Agreed," there was no situation that needed the converse rule.

"You can't go anywhere alone.  You're either with me or with someone I
approve."

I chuckled, easily amused, I was embarrassingly giddy in his arms.
"Okay..." I tried to think of my own on the spot, clearly he had thought
about these. "No matter the situation or what comes up, us not separating
has to be a *major* priority."

"Of course, you think I would let you out of my sight if I didn't have to?"
He grinned, his words bringing to the forefront the fact that there was no
foreseeable reason to part anymore.

There was a prolonged silence, and after several kisses his mind seemed to
be occupied.  He became more serious with his next rule.  "You can't touch
anyone else anymore."

I became offended "Mikaihail, how can you even think that!" A mixture of
surprise and disbelief, "I would never defile myself or my commitment to
you like that."  The thought disgusted me.  I looked at him unsettled.

"No Caleb.  I mean I literally don't want anyone touching you." He said
even more seriously, his hands stopped moving and grabbed hold of me.

I wasn't sure how absolutely serious he was, it was pretty strange... it
hadn't been an issue before.  "...Like, even handshakes?"

"Yes." He replied without humour.

My mind came up with scores of situations in which that would be awkward.
But... "If it's what you want Mikaihail then I will gladly do it."

"Good." He began moving his hands lovingly again.  "Only I get to touch
you..." He spoke soothingly, in an almost swooning way.  "You won't feel
anyone else's touch besides mine again."  Judging by his demeanour he
seemed to like this idea to an incredible extent.

I took a moment to come back from his very unexpected rule.  A quote came
to me I thought was appropriate.

"You know there is a well-known saying: If you love something, let it
go. If it comes back, it is truly yours. If it doesn't, it never really
was."

He thinks my words over for a second before replying.  "So let me get this
straight. You have something, and this is something you want to have?"  He
actually asked it like a question.

"Yeah..." I answered unsurely, the unexpected dissection catching me off
guard.

"And then you can let it go, and either it comes back or you lose it. So
the best outcome is you're back where you started, but by letting it go in
the first place, you're giving yourself the chance to lose it." He takes
his turn to shrug his shoulders, "Seems to me you would be stupid to ever
let it go."

I didn't know if he really didn't get it or was only trying to goad me.
"You're completely missing the point."

 "No..." He answers quickly, "...you're ignoring the pragmatics."  He
smiles at me affectionately "Or maybe I'm just not as self-destructive as
you."

I smiled at his words; it was comments like those that gave me hope that he
saw me for who I really was.

I realised it was my turn for a rule.  As I thought about it there was one
thing that was very important to me.

"Okay, last rule... I make you happy don't I?"

"Very much so, My Caleb."

"And I'm who you want to be with?"

He kisses me in a nonverbal answer.

"If that ever changes, if I don't make you happy or if there's ever someone
else you'd rather..." I looked way for moment, it was difficult to
consider, before locking my eyes back onto his, making sure he knew how
important this was to me "...tell me.  I don't ever want to be something
that would get in the way of your happiness."

He looked at me blankly, unbelieving that I had really just spoken those
words.  After a long moment he answered, "I'm not going to agree to that."

"Why?" Did he think I wouldn't be able to handle it?

"Because I'm not going to justify something so stupid," He spoke a little
annoyed. "I love you and that's all there is to it."  He stared back at me
with hard, unwavering eyes.  "That's not going to change, and you're just
going to have to get used to it."

I didn't see the point in not preparing for possible eventualities, even if
they seemed unlikely right now.

He rolled us over and forcefully kissed me, taking a large piece of my will
with his lips.  "Nothing between us is going to change Caleb.  Accept it
and be happy.  That's all I want for you."  He continued to kiss to me
until I completely let go, lost in his touch.

After several minutes, making sure I had completely forgotten what we were
talking about...  and my name, he rolls me again and holds me tightly,
spooning me. "Now you need some sleep."

***

I was awoken by his kiss, wrapped in his arms; his leg over me.

"Good morning, My Caleb," He spoke in his deep, soothing voice.

I could tell this would be a reoccurring scene in our life, and I was
ecstatic for it.

"Good morning."  I wrapped my own arms around him and returned his kiss.

I broke away from our kiss and snuggled into him further, resting my head
on his strong, dependable chest.  I held onto him in absolute sanctuary.  I
was as safe and as happy as I could possibly be; there was no need for the
world which existed outside the boundaries of the bed frame.

He let me enjoy the moment before interrupting the harmony. "Caleb, I need
to get you up."

"No."I protested at his intention to end my micro-paradise. "I had to cope
without you for so long...  I don't want to move... I just want to spend
the day in between your arms."

He chuckled happily at my remark. "Don't you have a test today?"

"No.  No test." I protest still half asleep. "Just you."

He sighs happily at my dependence as he rolls onto his back with me in his
arms, effectively pulling me out of the world that existed solely inside
the bed sheets.

"You can't skip school Caleb."

He wasn't going to let me maintain my delusion of simplicity - the world as
only the bedroom.  I pulled myself up his frame and spoke, resting my head
beside his, my eyes still closed.

"I've never gotten anything less than an 'A' in English this whole year,
whatever I get on this test is not going to have any effect on the grade I
get overall."

Even without opening my eyes I can sense his disapproving stare.

"Okay, yes, I'm making an excuse... But I really need you Mikaihail, these
last few months have been really trying and I just want to stay here with
you."

He strokes his hand through my hair comfortingly.  "It'll be alright Caleb,
I'll drop you off right outside the door and as soon as you come out, I'll
be there waiting for you.  Then we can come back here and not do anything
for the rest of the day."

It only took that allusion to the complexities of our reality to bring me
back to how important this really was.

I open my eyes to see him staring back at me and smile as genuinely as I
can, the smile on his face tells me he is still revelling in my dependency.
I knew I'd have to admit my own fault before I could point out his but
there wasn't any way around that.

"I'm sorry, you're right." He smiles triumphantly at my deference, enjoying
his easy defeat of me.  "If I didn't, then to certain people on the
outside, it would seem like me living with you isn't a workable situation."

"It'll only be a few hours, My Caleb, and then I'll have you all to
myself."

"No Mikaihail." I kiss him again, not wanting to reject him.  "You have to
go to work.  Otherwise it'll seem like I'm keeping you from it, and again,
that this isn't a workable situation."

A crease in his brow lets me know he's trying to discern whether he had
defeated me or if I was simply playing him.  He lets it go and speaks in
his soothing way, trying to re-envelope me in the security he inspires.  "I
don't have any work to do today, there's no need to go in, I can enjoy you
all I want."

I laugh playfully at his attempt as I turn myself onto him, my elbows on
either side of his head, looking straight into his eyes.  "Since I've known
you, you've worked a six day week."  I say playfully, like I had caught him
in a lie.  "Somehow I very much doubt a man in your position has no work to
do." I stare at him discerningly, yet still unable to shake my joyful
demeanour.

He stares back at me, not liking me holding my own, clearly preferring my
submission.

I try to alleviate the perception of control I had.  "I don't want to ever
leave your bed.  If I had it my way, I would stay here with you and only
ever leave for food. I just want to keep holding onto you; it's the only
time I feel alright." I smirk as I continue, "But, if I do want to keep
holding onto you, I'm going to have to do the things people expect of me.
And, you need to do the same." I kiss him slowly again, holding onto the
intimacy.  "Because I can't stand on my own anymore Mikaihail, I need you
holding me up."

He captures my lips with his own and turns us over again, taking complete
control of me.  I could maybe hold my own against him in a conversation,
but physically he was my dominator more than I could possibly comprehend.
Within seconds I was putty in his hands, the delirium of pleasure he could
set off inside me with such ease just accentuated that I was merely a
juvenile compared to his abilities as a clearly experienced lover.  He
moved his far larger body around mine, playing me like a puppet, to me it
was like a rollercoaster - a lot of fun but it was all him.  He retreated
his assault too soon, staring at me affectionately.

"Well if we're going to get out of here on time, I need to stop."

Lost in my delirium, there was no space for higher thought, "No, stay. No
leaving."

He smiled at me paternally before picking me up and taking us into the
en-suite.

***

After washing each other in the en-suite shower, the preparation had
degenerated.  True to his word, the shower was remarkable.  The water
sprayed from the ceiling, the entire surface was a grid of nozzles, raining
down on us.  Not only that, but the shower had a recess shower bench, which
I had a sneaking suspicion was designed to his height specifications, made
of a grainy, yet incredibly smooth stone.  He sat with me on his lap,
hugging him, letting my head rest against his shoulder and neck.  The water
sprayed like a gentle rain.  He had let me stay like this, just enjoying
the moment, while running his hands slowly along my naked skin.

Without any prompt he spoke, his own appreciation of the serenity clear in
his tone.  "If you don't want to go, I won't force you, My Caleb."

I slowly opened my eyes as I came back from a bliss where words were
unnecessary.  He had only minutes before used his complete control over me
to get me to do exactly what he was allowing me to forsake now; without any
provocation.

I grasped his shoulders as I moved myself to find his eyes with my own,
trying to deduce what was going on in his head.  I could see the pretence
was gone, like it had been a few days ago, he wasn't being a parent
anymore.  Sitting here that had all washed away and the Mikaihail
underneath was staring back at me - the one whose only want was to make me
happy.  Disarmed, that was the word, disarmed of everything else that made
him who he was.

I smiled in appreciation of the sentiment.  But, I had made a promise to
myself: that I would be 'His Perfect Caleb.'  I would spend my life trying
to be good enough to be his partner.  One of the things he liked most about
me was my intelligence and so I couldn't turn my back on it now.

"I'll be alright Mikaihail." I squeezed his shoulders in reassurance.
"It's hard for me to let go of you.  I'm just scared."

"Scared?" He smiles back at me with his inner strength, like he was trying
to reassure me that nothing could happen while he had any say in it.  "What
could you possibly be scared of my Caleb?"

"Losing this..." I looked deeply into his eyes, appreciating the emotion so
clear in them.  "Every piece of the universe must have been in perfect
alignment so that you could fall in love with me.  I'm afraid the more I
move, the greater the chance I'll change something that cannot be set
right." A hint of desperation enters my eyes.  "I look into your eyes and I
can see that you love me.  That means everything to me now.  I couldn't
imagine losing it.  I just want to do anything I can think of to keep it.
And, I sit here just staring at you, and all I can think of to do is make
you promise to never stop loving me. But how stupid is that?!" I puff a
desperate exhale. "Feelings are not swayed by promises; emotions do not
care for any pledge.  I'm racking my brain for some way to make this stay,
and all I can think of to do is to hold you tighter..." I give him a
resigned smile as I grasp his shoulders with stronger grip "...but that's
just desperation."

He smiles with a hint of arrogance.  "That would have annoyed me a few days
ago, but you're all mine now, Caleb.  And, I am going to enjoy every second
proving to you how stupid that is."  He stroked his hand across my cheek.
"You really have no idea do you?"  He gives me a slow passionate kiss,
growling an exhale as he pulls back.  "I can assure you, My Caleb, you only
need to start worrying about my love for you waning..."  he moves his hands
across my skin like I was the most precious and fragile thing in existence
"... after your feelings for me have long since died."

It was clear in his face he truly believed what he had said, but it was in
complete opposition to how I saw us.  I looked back at him, resignation on
my face, "So... never then?"

He sounded his deep chuckle as he cradled me back against him.

He allowed me to stay in the bliss for a while longer before eventually
ending it.  We got out and he insisted on drying me.  As he finished drying
my face, he looked tense again.  I looked up into his eyes and smiled in
comfort, yet letting my slightly confused expression question his
contemplation.

It has the intended effect as he explains.  "Since you're going to be here
alone after you get home from school, there's something I need to show you.
I just wish it could have waited for a few days."  He takes me by the
shoulder and leads me into the walk-in wardrobe.  He had insisted on giving
me half the space, and my half was incredibly baron compared to his.  He
moved a pair of his shoes from a shelf and took off a fake panel off the
back wall.  Behind it was a small wall safe.  He punched in the code, which
his hand blocked from my view, and it opened.  With a short hesitation, he
reached in and retrieved a handgun.

"Caleb, for someone to get into this apartment they would either have to
scale twenty-four floors or break into the stairwell, after dealing with a
doorman and the clerk at the front desk.  So, it is very unlikely."
Judging by the emotion in his voice it was difficult for him to even
consider someone getting to me here when he wasn't around to protect me.
"But, if it ever happens, I want you to have some way to protect yourself."

I didn't want him to have to elaborate.  Even just this wasn't easy for
him, but I did have some questions.  "I have no idea how to use a gun.  Are
you planning on taking me to a shooting range?"

He takes a breath to calm himself before answering, "I am not taking you
anywhere near a shooting range.  The gun fires in a spread.  All you need
to do is turn the safety off, point in the general direction of a target,
pull the trigger, and the person's going down."

He looked like he was having a difficult time suppressing his anger, like
he had a deep seated hatred for the hypothetical intruder.  If anyone
really did ever threaten me, the prospect of Mikaihail's anger and what he
would do with it was frightening.  He put the gun back; his hand shaking
with adrenaline.  I drew myself into him, trying to calm him down.  I was
fine, and there was nothing for him to worry about.  He grabbed onto me
tightly, reassuring himself.  With my head resting against his chest, I
could see into the safe and noticed a few documents accompanying the gun
and what must have been a box of ammo.

"What else is in there?"

"Fake papers... for if we ever need to leave."

I realised he really had put a lot of thought into this, which for strange
for him.  He lived very much in the moment while I was the one who always
agonised over the future.  He held onto me for a little while longer before
closing the safe and replacing the fake back.

"The code?"

"...15-42."

"Ah yes, the year Lisa del Glocondo died." I said ignoring the very obvious
reason for those numbers - our ages.

He laughs at the joke, largely regaining his happy demeanour "Who?"

"The subject of the Mona Lisa." I gleamed.

He smiled down at me from the embrace before turning us back out of the
wardrobe.  As he turned, I noticed the picture above the bed.  I had
noticed the frame during the night, but it was too dark to see.  It took a
second to register, as though I was seeing something from a dream showing
up in reality.

"...That's..."

As he noticed what I was looking at he smirked at me. "The photo you took."

"Our island."

As he said, the photo above the bed, spanning the length of the headboard,
was a picture of Wadigi Island.  The place looked fantastical, like it was
from a story book; not even real.

The memories flooded back, filling my mind with all the moments that were
my own personal heaven.  I hugged back into him.  We weren't in the perfect
place anymore, but I still had my perfect him.

After we had finished getting ready and were about to head out the door,
Mikaihail stopped at the entrance to the apartment.  He took out his wallet
and produced a key and a swipe- card.

"This is for the building and the room."  He went back into his wallet and
retrieved a credit card," And, this is your bankcard."

I took the shiny new card from him unsurely.  "Mikaihail..."  He cut me off
before I could finish my protest.

"Don't start, Caleb.  Remember what I said, you don't get to complain
anymore.  You're mine now, and you get all the benefits that come with
that."

"I don't love you because of your money, Mikaihail..."  I looked at him,
still uneasy at the thought of ever using his money .

He looked at me in endearment, "But, I love throwing it at you."

I felt it was more the effect it had on me is what he liked.  I hugged into
his side so his feeling would alleviate my unease.  He put his arm around
me with a smile, enjoying his control.

***

After we left the apartment, Mikaihail took us down to the foyer of
building and introduced me to the front desk clerk, an older man who
dressed and acted like he was in a city with a greater history.  It wasn't
long until we were back in his car and on our way.

As we drove the route back to our original suburb, I couldn't help but feel
uneasy.  I knew I would feel far worse if Mikaihail's presence wasn't
cradling me, but even with him there, I could not ignore the dread of
having to leave him.  A few hours wasn't a long time in the grand scheme of
things.  But I knew my mind and, given the right circumstances, it would
only take a mere few minutes for me to go completely insane.  That annoying
emotional part of my brain that wouldn't listen to reason was telling me to
beg Mikaihail to not make me go, to tell him that I wouldn't be alright if
he wasn't there... but that would be selfish.  Mikaihail wanted me to do
this, and to tell him how I felt would be playing on his emotions to get my
way.  Besides, being a perfect partner would certainly include the ability
to be alone without falling to pieces.

"So are you ready for this test? I know you've had a lot to deal with
lately."

I smirk at his parental instincts. "Mikaihail, your worries would be put to
better use anywhere else.  Worry about me having an aneurysm, or a meteor
falling from the sky and taking me out.  But school?  That's one thing you
definitely don't have to worry about.  I've got that pretty much down."

The tightening in his facial muscles let me know that even my intentionally
ridiculous examples were getting to him.  But, he didn't scold me this
time.  "But, school is important to you, Caleb.  You should talk about it."
He turns to me and smiles. "And, I'd like to be a part of everything that's
important to you."

"You're everything that's important to me," I said without thinking.  Only
after the words had sounded did I think that he may have been setting up
that response.  I looked into his face to get some insight but the smile
seemed more genuine than victorious.  After thinking about what he had
said, I wondered if he was right: Was school important to me?  It certainly
no longer felt like it was.

"Well even so.  This is what you're going to be doing for a long time, so
it would be a good idea to get into the habit of talking about it."

"I prefer it when we do things other than talking," I smirked at him, while
he let out a single satisfied chuckle.

He drove in silence for a moment before prompting me, "So, tell me about
this test."

"What do you want to know?"  I didn't know where to begin; every facet
seemed as insignificant and unworthy of Mikaihail's attention as the next.

"What's it about?"

"Macbeth."

"And are you answering questions or...?"

"It's an essay response to an unseen question."

"So it's difficult to prepare for."

"Not really, just read the play and think about the themes."

"And, how well do you know it?"

"Extremely well," I respond without a pause

"Really?"

"Yes." I gave him a questioning eyebrow.  "You think I'm lying?"

He laughs again but ignores the question.  "So tell me something about it
then."

"Like what?"

"I don't know... something that no one else in that room would know."

I took a second to think.  The people in my class weren't particularly
smart but what he was really asking was for the most ancillary information
I knew, perhaps to indicate the breadth of my knowledge.  Even the other
students near the top of the English rankings didn't take that much
initiative in their studies, from what I could tell, but it was still
difficult to pick the piece of information that, was the most likely, my
over-preparing would have given me above the other students.

"...Well back when the plays were written only men were allowed to be
actors and it was common knowledge that Shakespeare would perform a role in
his play during the production.  However, most of his roles were never
noted, so we still don't know which characters were his." I looked at him
and he actually seemed interested in what I was saying. I had no idea why
he, Mikaihail, would.  "But it's also a well-established finding that words
we use often will become more available in our spontaneous speech
generation.  So, if Shakespeare played this part every night during the
show, and repeated these lines everyday during performances, rehearsals,
and his own practice, then they would have become more available to him."
I took his measure again and he still seemed interested, only more so.  It
seemed odd to me, the information was so bland compared to him.  "Knowing
that, all we need to do is analyse the plays he wrote after Macbeth, and
find words that appear more often than would be expected using his earlier
plays as a baseline.  Then, we can identify the part he played."

"And?"  There was a detectable hint of expectancy in his tone that
validated my soliloquy.

"King Duncan. That was his part."

He looked at me with intense affection, like I had done something
particularly amazing.

He continued appreciating my gratuitous perception of brilliance for a
moment before continuing.  "And, do you think that will help today?"

"No," I scoffed.  "The 'unseen question' will probably just be: what do you
think the main themes of the play are?"

He gives a chuckle before returning his attention to the road.  As we
approached our destination, his demeanour became brooding.  "You stay safe
today, Caleb."  It was obvious in his tone that the thought of leaving me
alone was somehow threatening.  There was an undercurrent of anger which
had no perceptible target, like he was angry at the possibility that
something could harm me.

I grasped onto his forearm in reassurance.  "I know I'm important to you."

He looked at me with hard eyes, "Not even close kid" like the
understatement bordered on a lie.

I smiled comfortingly.  "And since I want to make you happy, that means
keeping myself safe is a good place to start." I lightened my voice to try
and alleviate his dark sentiment. "And I don't know if you noticed, but I'm
pretty smart.  So not dying, as I have managed to do for fifteen years,
isn't exactly a difficult task."

He smiles at my remark. "Well, that would be comforting, if you hadn't
recently gotten into a fistfight and almost been taken out by a car."

"That's taken completely out of context. The car was your fault.  How was I
supposed to notice traffic after I had kissed you for the first time? And
the 'fistfight' was absolutely justified."

He looked at me amused.  "Well, you're not allowed to get into anymore
'justified' fistfights."

I smiled at him, glad I was able to make the happy Mikaihail come back.
"Okay, I'll be good and spineless then."

"Good."

He rounded the last corner and he pulled up in front of the school.

I didn't expect him to stop here. "...What are you doing?"

"Dropping you off," he stated.

"In front of the school?" I questioned, incredulously.

He lets out a huff. "I thought the point of this whole thing was so we
didn't have to hide anymore."

"No.  The point of this whole thing was to allow us to hide in plain
sight."

"And the difference is?"

I take a tone as if what I'm about to say is obvious "The difference is..."
but I stop myself as I realised how juvenile what I was about to say
actually was.

He looked at me annoyed by my persisting cautiousness with a doubtful
expectance, like I couldn't possibly have an acceptable retort.  "Well?"

I looked into his deep eyes guiltily.  "...Here I can't kiss you goodbye."

His annoyance is instantaneously replaced with a huge grin as he pulls the
car back onto the road and turns down the now familiar side street.  He
pulls over again before moving his arm on top of my headrest.  He moves in
for a kiss, touching his fingers lightly on my jaw, angling my mouth to his
own.

Within seconds of his lips being on mine, I was lost to the world
completely, incapacitated by his physical affection.  He moved so surely,
completely in control, every movement taking its own piece of my will until
I was just reacting to his motions, no longer even capable to form an
intelligible thought.

I was lost in the feeling, not wanting it to ever end, when he pulled away
with an affectionate and somehow desperate look on his face.

I drop my face, "You always stop too soon."

He chuckles at my remark. "There is never a good time to stop kissing you."

At that moment a thought came to me, I realised how immature I must be
compared to his surely vast... surely extraordinarily vast experience.

I looked at him with what must have been an expression of inferiority.  "I
guess I mustn't be very good at that... given my very limited experience."

He smiles paternally at me.  "My Caleb, you definitely don't have to be
worried about how kissing you is for me."

My expression now taking on a slight of accusation. "That was a nice
dodge."

He chuckles again.  "Kissing you is a thousand times better than anyone
else I've kissed.  Not just the actual kiss, but seeing how easily I can
reduce the determined, headstrong Caleb to breathlessness.  And seeing that
loving, desperate look in your eyes as you look at me..." he growled as he
needed to break eye contact with me before returning his steel gaze
"...you're just lucky you need to get to a test, otherwise I'd take you
right here and now."  He brought his mouth to my ear. "Fulfil that
desperation.  Show you how very *dependable* I can be."  He somehow managed
to make dependable sound like an adjective for his manhood.

A smile of relief and satisfaction crept on my face.  But after a few
moments of recovering from his words, doubt as to his honesty crept over
the expression, his own clearly marking the register of mine.

He moves his face closer to my own, again using his hand to angle my face
to his.  "Besides, you're just going to have to take my word for it since
you're never going to kiss anyone else."  He smiles, very satisfied, before
going in for one last peck.

Again, I was left not sure if I was still breathing.  "I'm really *really*
okay with that."

He smiles, satisfied with my response, then throws it off with a nonchalant
expression.  "Wouldn't matter if you weren't," he jokes, a little too
convincingly.

He makes a u-turn and heads back to the school entrance.  "You could have
just dropped me off there."

"And risked you crossing a road?"

I rolled my eyes without being able to look the slightest bit annoyed,
instead of happy, about his overprotectiveness.

He persisted to drop me off right in front of the school gates, and even
then gave me a peck on the lips.  Despite my rueful expression, he didn't
seem the slightest bit concerned.

He clasped my shoulder reassuringly before I managed to will myself to open
the door.  His hold tightened.

I looked back to him as confidently as I could in my completely fragile
state, not even confident I would be able to survive without him next to
me.  "See you at home."

He smiled, not missing my use of the term, before releasing my shoulder
from his grip.

I got out of the car and was thankful no one was around to see us.  I
turned and gave him a wave through the glass.  Even with a smile on his
face his dread like concern was unmistakeable; he only drove off once I was
quite a ways into the school grounds.

After looking back and noticing that his car had finally vanished the
uneasy feeling from the car broke.  The now familiar feeling came across
me, like I was losing my tethers to reality.  My breathing became deep and
laboured, and the sound of it was growing increasingly loud to me.  My eyes
stared to blur as I looked down at my hand, shaking without my control.  I
focused on my hand, trying to anchor myself, as I attempted to tense the
muscles and steady it.  But with my increasing force, my hand only shook
more violently.

I was losing the battle.  I needed to be someone who could suppress all
their emotions, be completely in control.  Cold, callous, and severe,
that's the prescription. Then I remembered someone who was exactly that -
the old Caleb.  The person I had once been was the epitome of everything I
needed to be right now.

I tried to remember what it was like to inhabit such a mind.  The apathy,
the contempt, the complete disconnect from anything that was human.  I put
myself back in that place; to a time before Mikaihail had purged me.  I
thought this part of me was gone, but as I looked at my trembling hand, it
subdued as if the ice from my mind was slowly creeping over every part of
me - the old me was still there.  My hand continued to calm, until it only
intermittently shook before, finally coming completely under my control.

I looked up at the school which now felt as familiar as it had in the past
3 years.  I was looking at it through the same eyes as I had before.

I could still feel the deathly emotion pounding behind my mental steel.  It
took a great degree of effort to keep the cold side of me in control.  I
tentatively took a few steps forward making sure my mental grip wasn't
going slip.  I was lucky that the last few months had required me to
practice suppressing my emotions as the skill was imperative now.  I knew
if I was any less practiced, I would have lost this battle.

"Just until 5," I told myself.  Then Mikaihail would be back and I would be
in his arms; the completely consuming emotion he inspired made this one
vanish.  He was my only refuge.

The school didn't have an assembly hall, so when we had grade level wide
exams like these, they were always held inside the church, located just
beside the school.  I slowly made my way, taking mental stock with each
step.

***

As I neared the side of the church, I could hear the other students whom
were already waiting.  I rounded the last corner and the entrance came into
view.  Most of the students had worried looks on their faces, either
talking frantically to each other about the exam or reading their copies of
the play.

I dropped my bag and leaned against the sandstone wall of the church while
I waited.  Mikaihail and I had waited till the last possible second before
we had to depart, so it didn't take long before the teachers whom would be
the proctors for the exam emerged from the front doors.

They ushered all the students inside while telling them to put all their
study materials away.  My English teacher smiled at me as I walked inside
with the others.  I didn't particularly like her but being one of the only
students who seemed to gleam an advanced understanding of the material, I
guessed I gave her hope she was a decent teacher.

The church itself was built many years ago, made out of sandstone and in
the old design of a crucifix layout.  The pews in the middle of the floor
had been moved aside and desks now took their place, evenly spaced apart.
The religious monument, a multi-levelled piece of various statues and
candles, at the back of the church, almost reached the high ceiling,
approximately over 10 metres.  There was an aged wooden chair, where the
priest sat during mass, a lectern, and a baptism spa all on a raised piece
of the floor in front of the monument.

I had renounced my religion years ago, and since then I never liked coming
back to this place.  But I couldn't be too upset about it; historically
academia had its roots in the religious infrastructure so the place had a
vestigial appropriateness to it.

I walked only a short distance into the grid of desks before taking a seat.
As I sat I quickly zoned out, ignoring what was going on around me.  I
thought about how Mikaihail would be doing, leaving me seemed particularly
aversive to him.  But, I'm sure he was dealing with it better than I had.
Thinking about him made it more difficult to keep my cold steely mindset so
I distracted myself with the stain glass murals.  They were very familiar
to me as I once sat inside this church weekly for mass with my parents.
This was actually the first place I ever saw Mikaihail... I scolded myself
for only being able to keep my mind off him for less than 2 seconds.

I was again distracted by the murmurs of the students, resonating anxiety
and shock.  I looked up confused and realised that the exam had started and
they all had just opened their papers.  I curiously opened mine and read
the question for the exam.  I smirked at the thought of how far the average
grade in the room would drop in the next few hours.

***

The exams had no time limit, but you could leave any time after three
hours.  There were quite a few students who left as soon as the clocked
ticked over - they had clearly given up - but most stayed and tried to
write something that was passable.  The stressed looks on their faces gave
little possibility their efforts would be anything but in vain.  I finished
writing my extended essay about 20 minutes after the minimum time had
elapsed.  I let go of my pen and shook my cramping hand - I could get
consumed when I was focused, and I hadn't noticed I was pushing its limits.
I took a deep breath recovering from the experience and glad I was finally
done.

As I was nursing my hand, I sat for a few minutes and just enjoyed the
environment.  Everyone was so stressed and clearly incapable, but this was
easy for me and I was quite happy with my exam.  The sense of mastery over
the academic playing field was a nice feeling.

Once I had come out of my writing trance, my mind didn't take long to
wander to Mikaihail, my heart leapt and I yearned for him.  I needed to see
his face, feel his touch, know that I was still important to him.  I fixed
my steel gaze and forced control over the feeling, my cold mind icing over
my heart.

I raised my hand and my English teacher approached with a smile.

"I've finished," I chimed with a hollow smile.  With one exception, I gave
my teachers my best efforts at feigning a nice and positive demeanour.
This was part of being a political child, but it had the added benefit of
tending to be on my marker's good side.

"How'd you go Caleb?" There was a measure of expectancy in her voice.  I
don't think she was worried about me, though.  I'm sure by now she was
confident in my ability; maybe she was worried the question was too
advanced.

"Good, I think." I tried to be modest.  "I guess you'll find out before me
though." I flashed another hollow smile.

She reciprocated with a genuine one of her own as she collected the
paper. "I'm sure you did great."

I quietly walked to the entrance of the church and picked up my bag before
heading towards the door.

Mikaihail wouldn't be home till he finished work which meant I still had a
few hours without him.  I thought I might go to his work, but that would
just be weak.  Besides, I couldn't do that every day, so I had better get
use to not always having him beside me.  I could get a bus into the city
and just walk home; lie on the couch lonely and depressed till he got back.
Then again there were preparations I needed to make, things I needed to
change, aspects of me that needed to be moulded to the perfection Mikaihail
deserved... perfection he warranted.  Most of what I needed I could get in
the city; luckily our building was just off the main street.  The idea of
using Mikaihail's money made me uneasy, but he had put his foot down about
the money issue, so I guess that was also something I would have to get use
to.

I walked out into the sun and my eyes hurt as they adjusted to the light.
I blinked with my eyes squinted as they saturated.  I took one step down
the stairway of the entrance and nearly fell as my eyes scanned the
surrounding.

There against the retaining wall beside the church, waiting for me, with a
big smile on his face, was Mikaihail.  I stumbled down the step as my foot
landed awkwardly, almost crashing to the pavement.  As I regained myself,
my heart settling to its normal position, I hastened over to him, a
desperate look on my face, a concerned one on his own - a reaction to my
stumble.  As soon as I saw him my mental steel crumbled, the emotion he
evoked in me was far greater than anything I could hope to keep control
over.

As I made my way to him, he regained his smile and he continued to look at
me with his huge grin but it fell when instead of embracing him I grabbed
his wrist, coat and all, and lead him to the side of the church, shielded
from view.  I wasn't able to drag his behemoth body, but he allowed me to
lead him.  We didn't get far before the emotion became too much for me, and
I had to turn around and hug him as tightly as my strength would allow,
only mildly confident we would be out of sight.  I wrapped my arms around
his mighty frame, under his coat, holding tightly onto the man who was
everything to me, letting his feeling consume me.

His hulking arms were quickly around me, bracing me to him with great force
and emotion.  Clearly the preceding hours had not been easy for him either.
After a few minutes, when my desperation had begun to quell, I realised
what it meant that he was here.

"You really shouldn't be here." I spoke unevenly.  My voice really left no
ambiguity in just how much I needed him and just how glad I was that he had
forsaken our agreement.

"I can leave if you want. " He responded teasingly, a smile in his voice.
He knew the reaction that would get, and that's exactly what he wanted.

I looked up at him with a glare, not appreciating his making light of me,
or the situation.  But, holding onto him so tightly and dependently left
little room for threat in my communication.

He moved one of his hands from my back to my head and clasped reassuringly.
"I'm not going anywhere, My Caleb."  He smiled affectionately; just happy I
was back in his arms.

I didn't think we should push our luck, so after a few minutes, when I was
emotionally able to pull myself away from him, we made our way down to his
BMW.  He helped me in before getting in himself and we were quickly on our
way.

After only a few streets on our way he spoke. "So how was it?"

I didn't care for his small talk; there were far more important things to
talk about.  "Mikaihail, what were you thinking?"

"Hmm?" he murmured, genuinely confused about where I was coming from, but
still confident like he didn't feel any need to defend himself.

"We agreed this morning you needed to go work.  It can't seem like I'm
getting in the way."  I knew I couldn't make a strong argument, because it
was far too obvious how happy I was that he disregarded our agreement.

"I did go to work." He smirked confidently, like he had taken my platform
for arguing away.

"For what...  Like two hours?  You can't have done everything you needed to
do."  I say sullenly.  I really was hindering his life.

He smiled at me affectionately, moving his hand to my cheek.  "You have no
idea how much work I can get done, when I have the prospect of coming home
to you as motivation."  He moved his lips to mine and gave me a slow, soul
stealing kiss.

It took me a second to recover from his lips and start breathing again.
His face was still only an inch from mine, appreciating how easily he could
melt me.

A little unsettled ,I spoke "...the road."

He smirked at me and returned his attention to the drive.  I knew he would
never do anything that would put me in danger but he still seemed to like
my vulnerability.

I still felt uneasy about Mikaihail coming to pick me up.  Thinking about
it, I realised I didn't believe him.  He could try to kiss away my concern,
but it was only a temporary fix.  The idea of him lying to me was so awful,
a deep-seated sense of dread came over me.  It was as if he wasn't really
there.  Physically there was no distance between us, but if he couldn't be
honest with me, then there were walls separating us.  And, I couldn't stand
to be separated from him, not at all.

My breathing came through uneasy as I spoke.  "Mikaihail please don't lie
to me..." I looked up at him with a desperate expression, "I love
you... but it's not easy for me..."

"...You're the only one I've ever been able to be completely open with, the
only one who has seen the real me... I only have you.  I need to be able to
trust you without *any* reservation."  My breathing and speech becoming
more rapid as I worked through the feeling, "...I can't have any walls with
you..." The thought of him not being honest with me, even if it were for my
own sake, was a repulsive notion "...I need you to be my refuge from all of
that.  You're the only one I can be completely open with ...and I can't
even bear the thought of you not being honest with me... not being here
with me... so... Please..."

I stared directly into his eyes, my own pulsating with intensity and
desperation.

He looked at me seriously, completely registering how this issue, which
seemed so insignificant, actually had a huge effect on me.  He pulled the
car over to the shoulder of the road and undid his seatbelt.  One hulking
arm came over my headrest as he leaned in; his full imposition bearing down
upon me as he looked directly at me in undeniable sincerity.

His other hand moves to the base of my skull, forcing me to look directly
at him.  "I know you don't understand, Caleb..." he takes a deep breath,
calming himself, intensity colouring his own eyes, "...But you are the most
important thing to me." He takes a moment for the statement to echo in my
head, "And this... us... I want it to be as perfect for you as it is for
me."  He tightens his grip a little, bringing his eyes closer to mine. "I
would never lie to you like that." He takes another moment to let it sink
in. "I get why it's important to you.  I don't want there to be anything
between us either." He smiles coming out of the intensity, trying to put me
back in a good mood.  "And, if there ever is anything that comes between
us, it'll get the same treatment as anyone who would dare even look at you
with lust in their eyes." His chest echoed a growl as he objectified me.

I smirked at him, effectively bringing me out of my unease, "So you would
go all Neanderthal and beat the crap out of it?"

With a very cocksure smile on his face, he retorted, "Let's just say it
wouldn't be around for long."  He takes a second just to let me know he was
taking me seriously.  "Okay?"

I smiled back at him. "Just remember that when lying to me becomes the
easier option."

He chuckles at the remark before lightly kissing me on the lips.  "I love
you Caleb."

Before he could move back, my hand grasped his enormous shoulder of the arm
holding my head and the other gently against the side of his jaw before
slowly moving in for a more prolonged kiss.  He allowed me entry as his
larger tongue cradled mine, kissing me softly.  I pulled away before I lost
myself completely.  "You too."

I was bordering on the edge of no return, of being completely consumed by
him and losing myself in my feelings for him, but he wasn't done.  He held
my head tighter, to the point where I couldn't even budge, and moved in for
more.  His lips and tongue expertly playing me, setting me off to the point
where breathing and my heartbeat could no longer be counted on.

He moved his other hand down my frame, squeezing my sensitive body,
unaccustomed to this kind of contact.  It was so easy for him, he played me
like a puppet, and I was powerless to do anything to stop him... not that I
wanted to.  I held onto his bulging shoulder as tightly as I could for
support, though I doubt he even noticed the pressure.  I moved my own hand
down his thick arm, his bicep, before moving to his side and feeling the
rippling muscles beneath his shirt.

He moved his hand from my head and slowly undid the top buttons of my
shirt.  His lips left mine, giving me a chance to breathe properly, before
moving them to my neck.  As he began to kiss I took a sharp breath in
reaction, stopping my breathing just as effectively.  As he continued
paralysing me with his lips his other hand moved further down my body
before reaching its target and firmly grasping my butt.  A growl emitting
from his chest as he gripped the flesh tighter.

"...I think we need to get home." I managed to squeak out.

He pulled back, giving me a reprieve from his assault of affection.  A
lascivious grin crept across his face as he looked directly into my eyes.

"One of the best things about this new arrangement is I don't have to wait
weeks between having you."  He squeezes my butt just to accentuate how at
his service I was.  "Now every night you're just at my mercy."

I smiled back at him, at how happy he was just to have me.  "Mercy?  When
it comes to sex can you really claim to have any at all?" I lightly accuse.

"Oh, My Caleb..." he chuckles lightly with a slightly evil edge.  He moves
his lips to my jaw and kisses me sensually "...if I took you as much as I
wanted..." a kiss and a nibble on my earlobe, losing myself again, he
speaks softly into my ear "...you'd have to give up on walking." The way
his body moved, displaying his obvious sexual dominance, made it hard to
doubt his words.

I smiled at his remark, if that were true I'd happily just spend my days in
his bed.  He gave me another passionate kiss, angling my head with the
dominating touch of his hand.  Every spark he set off in me only built my
anticipation, my need to give myself to he who made my life worth living,
who justified the continued beating of my heart.

"So home it is then?"

He smirked at my willingness.  "Just one stop first."  He spoke before
moving back into position for driving.

My smile dropped a little but I let it go; instead hugging onto his
gigantic arm as he grasped my thigh after putting the car into gear.  My
mind quickly left me as I was only mildly conscious, holding onto him like
this made it easy to relax and let go of my higher thought processes.

"So?" he spoke expectantly.

"So?" I responded having no idea what he was referring to.

"How did it go?" judging by his voice he was actually very interested.  It
seemed strange that it would be of any significance to him.

"It was a lot harder than I thought it would be."

"Oh?" he sounded worried for me.

"No, it's a good thing."

He looked down at me with a brow questioning my sanity.

I elaborated.  "There's a few of us right at the top of the English
rankings, a hard test means that it will hopefully pull us apart.  I'm
happy with my test, but I don't know how they would do."

"What was the question?"

"'If William Shakespeare wrote Macbeth today, how would the play be
different?'" I regurgitated from memory.

"And what did you say?"

"...I don't want to bore you."

"I want to know, Caleb." his voice sounded less questioning and more
commanding.  I knew I would answer him but it still felt unworthy of his
attention.

"Well, I mean there are obvious things, like the language would be
different and the setting, and you could say that the play would be shaped
by current events, trying to make a statement about what's going on in the
world.  But, that's not really what they wanted.  Major things that would
have been changed would be things like the character of Banquo."  I looked
up at him to make sure I wasn't boring him, but he seemed to be hanging on
my mundane words.  "King James, who was the ruler of England at the time of
the writing, was thought to be a descendent of Banquo and so the character
was written in an overly positive light.  Banquo, even as a co-conspirator,
resisted evil influences, while Macbeth embraced them.  And even when he
was killed, he came back to haunt Macbeth - which was a fairly gratuitous
plot point, only to say that even in death Macbeth could not defeat Banquo.
If the play was written today Shakespeare would not have needed to be so
careful when writing the character, because King James is long dead, so
offending him really wouldn't be a concern.  And that's what they were
really asking.  They didn't want a contemporary take on the piece.  They
wanted us to show we knew how the historical context influenced the
writing."  I again checked that Mikaihail hadn't gone brain dead from
boredom.  He instead looked impressed...  which I couldn't understand.
"...And I just don't think the other students would have gotten that."

He looked at me with a paternal smile, like I had just done something of
worth.  I didn't feel like I deserved any praise so the affection was
difficult to accept. I instead hugged into his arm, using it to shield his
face from mine, hiding from his endearment.

As he drove, I continued to enjoy his physical contact in silence.  Being
close to him was all I wanted.  And for the first time in a very long time,
it didn't feel as if it would soon be taken away, with the possibility of
never returning.  It was easy to enjoy his physical contact and the effect
it had on me, the only downside was that the feeling of security he
inspired always made me sleepy.  It was as if my body knew it no longer
needed to protect itself; I was safer sleeping next to him than being awake
by myself.  Though it could as easily be the emotion I felt with him was
simply too overpowering, quickly depleting my capacity and making me need
the reprieve. In truth, it was probably both.

Unexpectedly he stops on the side of the road in an unfamiliar estate, the
houses around us looked particularly expensive.  I thought maybe one of his
colleagues lived in the area and he needed to check in with them.  I had
been looking out the window the entire trip but I hadn't really been
noticing the route, instead just enjoying the moment.

He got out of the car without a word and walked to my side, opening my
door.

I looked at him confused as I got out, "What are we doing here?"

Again he didn't speak, instead leading me by the waist to his driver's side
door.

I stood there still not understanding what he wanted.

"Get in, Caleb."

"Why?" I didn't see what it would achieve.

He lets out a huff, like his intention should be obvious. "I'm giving you a
driving lesson."

Thinking about it, I guess it should have been obvious, but I really didn't
expect it.  Mikaihail was single minded in his protection of me, even
taking away my autonomy to that end, giving me control of the car seemed in
direct contrast to that goal.  Moreover, I just really didn't want to learn
right now; it really didn't seem like a good idea.

"Why?" I looked at him like his elaboration added nothing.

He let out an exaggerated exhale but recovered with a smile.  "Since I
became your...  significant other..." he used my words from the previous
night "...there are responsibilities I've had to fulfil as a part of that
role."  His smile turning into a smirk, making it very clear what he was
referring to.

I looked at him unimpressed by his characterisation of our
relationship. "Oh yes, those *arduous* responsibilities that are just so
taxing for you."

His smirk remaining fixed as he moves in closer, invading my personal
space.  "And now that you're living with me, I have to also be your parent
and fulfil the responsibilities that come along with that role."

I knew this wasn't the real reason behind what he was doing, but I didn't
like the progress he was making in legitimising this position.

"Can't you just be my partner?"

"No." He smiles knowing if that was my best response, he was very easily
going to get his way.

"Well, can you be a really great partner and an absent parent?"

"No." he replies continuing to smile.

I looked back into the car and still really didn't want to get in.  I
looked back at him, uneasy.

"Caleb," his tone became a little more serious. "I told you before.  You're
mine now. And I'm going to make damn sure you get every opportunity and
every advantage I can give you, especially things you would not be able to
get if you weren't with me."

I smiled up at him, but I could hear the implicit argument he was trying to
counter.

I looked back at the open car, but still felt uneasy, I looked back up at
him, clearly uncomfortable about the suggestion.  "I really don't want to
crash your car."

He looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to get in as if I hadn't said
anything.  As the standoff continued my unease morphed into worry.  He
registered my expression as he leaned in close to me, comfortingly.

"You'll do fine Caleb.  I'll be right next to you the whole time."

That in itself would not have convinced me, but he finished by slowly
kissing me.  By the time his lips left mine, all will to defy him was
completely obliterated.

He gently but firmly guided me into the driver's seat, put on my seatbelt,
closed the door and got in the passenger side.

"Okay, Caleb."

"Okay..." the effect of his kiss was wearing off, and I was unsure again.

He again waited expectantly.  After realising I wasn't going to move he
spoke "...hands on the wheel."

I looked at the steering wheel, not really sure what to do.  As I sat
there, I realised the reason this was so aversive to me was that I had
Mikaihail's life in my hands.  I knew that I didn't really.  No matter how
badly this went, we would both be fine.  But, even having a small
responsibility over his wellbeing, when I had no confidence in what I was
doing, was very anxiety provoking.

"Are you going to do this, or am I going to have to kiss you again?" He
spoke with a smile in his voice.

I knew he wasn't going to let me out of this, and I would prefer not to be
lost in delirium while attempting to stay on the road, so I decided to
proceed, completely unsure of myself.  I tried to mimic how I had seen
others grip a steering wheel, hoping it was close enough.

"Okay, now release the handbrake." He spoke soothingly in his deep voice.

I hesitantly grasped the brake, but my hand felt too weak to move it.  He
recognised my anxiety and placed his hand on my shoulder.

"You'll be fine, My Caleb. I would never let anything happen to you."  A
paternal smile lit up his face, knowing I was agonising over something so
trivial, and that he could so easily calm me.

His touch sent a flood of emotion through me, which seemed to steady my
hand.  He left my shoulder as I seemed to calm.  I took an effortful
swallow, held the button in, and disengaged the handbrake.

As it released the car start sat idle and I wasn't sure what to do.  Though
perhaps my mind was blocking coherent thought in an attempt to protect me
from going through the imminent experience.

"Okay, what now?" I asked hesitantly

"Push down on the accelerator to make the car go forward." He spoke trying
to be supportive, but I could hear the laughter he was holding back.

"Which one's the accelerator?" I asked with confused eyebrows added to my
unsettled expression.

He failed to suppress a chuckle this time. "...The small one."  He
continued. "Okay, the bigger one is the brake and the one on the left is
the clutch, but don't worry about that for now."  Even as he explained I
could hear how amused he was by my display.

I tentatively tried to push down the accelerator, but it wouldn't move with
the strength I was using.  I overcompensated with increased force and the
car lurched forward.  I quickly pushed in the brake with the entirety of
the might my leg was capable of.  The car jerked to a stop.

He couldn't contain his amusements and lets out a much louder laugh.
"Easy, Caleb."  After a while of not moving, he prompts me.  "Now, take
your foot off the brake..."

I continued not to move for a second, and the look in his eyes that I could
see out of the corner of mine told me, commands or physical affections, he
wasn't letting me out of this.  I tentatively relaxed my leg and let the
brake release.  I carefully engaged the accelerator and the car started
moving again, my anxiety worsening with the slow advancement.

As I continued to try and maintain a straight path he tried to encourage
me, "Good Caleb, you're doing great."

"Don't patronise me!" I blurted with a little too much threat, my anxiety
coming across as hostility.

Instead of being intimidated, he just let out a hearty laugh.  I furrowed
my brow as I continued to try and not crash his expensive car and kill the
both of us.

After about twenty minutes, a few very slow corners, and my anxiety
building with each passing second, my body was starting to reach the limit
of my emotional capacity.  As the drive continued, a car turned the corner
ahead and came down the road in the opposite direction.  With its
increasing proximity, my anxiety heightened and my grip on the steering
wheel became tighter and tighter, my knuckles draining of blood.  When the
car came too close, it all became too much and I hit the brake.  My entire
body tensed and I couldn't relax.

The car passed while we stood idle. Even after it was long gone, my body
didn't even begin to feel like it could relax.  Mikaihail's light demeanour
had vanished and he now looked at me knowing the extent of how far I'd
gone.

He engaged the handbrake, undid his seatbelt, got out of the car and opened
the driver's side door.

He put one arm around my shoulders and the other on my thigh, massaging me
soothingly.

"You're alright, Caleb, I'm here." He spoke in his deep, soothing voice.

I was still white knuckling the steering wheel, unable to release my grip.

Slowly his effect countered my anxiety, my breathing started to slow and
eventually I was finally able to move again. My hands quickly moved around
his body, holding with equalled strength.  He enfolded me in his own,
tightly, reassuring me.

"Don't ever make me do that again." I spoke with a heavy breath.

"My Caleb... I would never let anything happen to you." He tightens his
grip. "You're far too precious to me."

He let me hold onto him in complete silence for a while longer. Eventually,
I felt like I wouldn't fall to pieces if I let my grip loosen. Even so, I
didn't want to leave the car again and be exposed so I hopped over the
console to the passenger side, while keeping hold of his hand.

For the rest of the drive, he made sure to keep his hand on me as much as
he could.

***

Before getting back home, we stopped off at a restaurant where he had
previously ordered us some food to take-away.  The establishment was hidden
away on the second floor of a building in a rather deserted part of the
city.  He insisted on keeping his arm around my shoulder the entire time,
even though we were in public.  Weakly, I allowed it, as there was no one
around where he parked the car.

The restaurant itself was almost completely empty.  It was fairly
high-class, but not overly so.  The couple that owned the place were of
Asian descent, but I couldn't place exactly where they were from by their
accents.  The woman served us, but when she laid eyes on Mikaihail she was
surprised, she looked down at me and then back at him, and smiled in that
stereotypically, overly genuine way.  It became clear that Mikaihail
frequented this place, as she conversed with him in a familiar way.  He
introduced me before she got the food for us.

It wasn't long before we were home.  The apartment was like our refuge from
the world, there was no need to be discrete or secretive, we were us,
uninhibited, and untainted by the reality of the world below.  We could
hide away in our tower of solitude.

He started unpacking the food on the table before I stopped him.

"Can we eat in the lounge room?"

He looked at me like he was expecting to be amused, "Why?"

"I'd rather sit with you than across from you."

He smiled widely as he moved the contents to the large coffee table in the
centre of the three black couches.  He sat on the floor with his back
against one the couches as I knelt beside him and helped him set up the
food.  Mikaihail didn't strike me as the Asian cuisine type but as I
unveiled all the dishes I could see that these were not typical of Asian
restaurants.  The dishes were mostly meat and heavily smothered in sauces
and spices.  I had a hunch that this was not the regular type of dish the
restaurant served, but something Mikaihail had gotten them to do over the
time he had ordered from there.

As we finished setting up, I sat back on my haunches.  He had ordered about
twelve different dishes.  Each was individually packaged, so it seemed as
though we were going to eat family style.  I was about to start, when he
pulled me onto his lap.

He stroked my back soothingly.  "How are you holding up after today?"

I meekly let the side of my face rest against his chest and brought my hand
to his side, squeezing myself against him.  Sitting in his lap, my body
completely supported by his, made it easy to let my walls down.  After
taking mental stock I felt very spent and fragile.

"Still standing... barely" I looked up at him and smiled weakly.  "I don't
know how I would cope if I didn't have the prospect of this, at the end of
the day... being able to fall into your arms and let you make me feel like
everything will be okay."

He smiles paternally at me, I looked back not quite understanding the
reason for his expression. "Do you even hear how cute you are?" He chuckles
lightly and kisses the top of my head. "You always will have me here, My
Caleb.  I'll hold you at the end of every day, while we eat, while you go
sleep, when you wake up."  He laughs again. "But that would be the case
even if you didn't want it."

I gave him a half smile, knowing how he felt about me was the tether of
life I clung to.  "But, today I didn't even really do anything." I gave a
hollow laugh at my uselessness.  "I was only away from you for three hours,
and I feel like today took everything I had."  I cuddled back into his
chest, breaking our eye contact.  "You'll have to spend more time at work
than you did today, and when I go back to full-time school, that's eight
hour days, five days a week."

He let out a single chuckle as he stroked by back soothingly.  "You're not
going back to regular school for a few months, so don't agonise over that
yet, My Caleb, there'll be plenty between now and then."  He moves his arm
to my jaw and angles my head so our eyes meet.  "And as for my work, I can
come home for lunch... or I'd really like it if you would come and visit,
and we can eat in my office." He smiles warmly at me, his mind entertaining
the prospect.

I smile back at him as I too thought about it: The idea of being a part of
his everyday life.  "I'd like that too."  As quickly as it had heartened
me, it turned sour.  "I wouldn't be a problem, would I?  I don't want to
get in the way of you being the studly, big and powerful corporate animal
you are." I tried to lighten the sentiment.

He let out a much louder, heartier chuckle, vibrating me against his chest.
"You would never be a problem, My Caleb.  I told you, having you to look
forward to is a demonic kind of motivation." He kisses me happily.

"Now you need to eat."

He pierced a piece of meat with his fork and offered it to me.  He
continued to feed me as well as himself, interested to see what I thought
of the food.

After I had my fill and his impressive attack on the smorgasbord was
winding down, he started up the conversation again.

"How are you liking the arrangement so far?"

I smiled up at him, contentedly.  It seemed the meal had given me enough
time to recover from the day's events and I was happily enjoying his
physical contact.

"Living with you?  I don't imagine anything could compare."

He smiles down at me. "That's not what I meant.  Anything you would like to
change?  Anything you don't like?"

The notion initially seemed absurd.  How could I not like anything about
living with him?  But as I searched my mind, just to make sure, there was
one thing that didn't sit well with me.  As my mind hit it, my face dropped
and Mikaihail didn't miss it.

"What?" He asked, still smiling.

"Nothing... it's stupid." I looked away abashedly.

He kissed me lightly.  "Tell me."  He really couldn't let anything go, it
seemed. I don't know if I liked that.  Though it was probably a part of his
doomed quest to understand me.

I looked up uneasy, I knew he wouldn't let this slide, but it felt like so
nitpicky and ungrateful on my part to even mention.  As I looked at him, he
continued to look at me expectantly.

"'My Room'..."

He chuckled lightly.  "I told you.  I just wanted you to feel like you had
your own space.  I didn't want you to move in with me and feel like you
couldn't get a second to yourself anymore."

"I think I would have preferred it that way... I know it's stupid but I
just don't like anything that makes us separate."

As he continued to maintain the eye contact he began caressing me.  "If it
would make you happier, I'd board up the room.  This whole place is just
meant to make us happy so if that's getting in the way - it goes."

My smile widened for a second.  "Would you really do that?"  It seemed a
bit far too me.

He took a second to consider it and laughed. "Yeah." he kissed me again "If
you want to be mine without any breathing room at all then I'm more than
okay with that."  He kissed me again, slowly this time.  "Believe me."

I took a second to regain my breath.  His lips always seemed to disrupt my
body's equilibrium.  I smiled up at him again, letting him know how very
okay I would be about it too.

After revelling in both my dependency and his effect on me he spoke again.
"Well keep it in mind Caleb.  If you ever want something or want something
to change, just tell me.  Anything you want, My Caleb." He rubbed me,
comfortingly.  "I may have gone a little too far with preparing this place.
I was just going out of my mind thinking about you... alone..."  his
muscles tensing as he remembered the previous week "...I just needed to
keep doing something to stop thinking about it."

I climbed up his frame to get my own kiss, "And if there's ever anything
you want, you can tell me." I kissed him again ."You did a great job, this
place... our place... It's amazing."  I moved back down to rest my head on
his chest and hugged back into him happily.

After a few minutes of silence he let out a prolonged exhale.  "Okay." He
refiled through one of the take out bags and retrieved some cards.

"What's that?"

"They give out little games with the take-away at that place."

"Maybe it's not as classy of a restaurant as I thought."

"Hey.  That's my favourite place so be nice Caleb." He joked with a smile.
"So, want to play a game of trivia?"

I started laughing at the suggestion, I responded while still recovering,
"Yeah and then let's have an arm-wrestle afterwards."

He looked confused by my statement, but after several seconds of analysis
he seemed to understand what I meant.

"Are you calling me stupid?"

I looked back at him.  Surely he realised the Catch 22 in making that
remark.  "Only if you're calling me weak."

He smirks. "You *are* weak, My Caleb.  I'm always worried I'm going to
break you."

I looked at him unimpressed, but had to concede his point.  "Well, I'll
admit maybe there isn't the same girth of difference between our knowledge
and physical strength.  But, you don't understand Mikaihail. I don't have
hobbies or interests, I just spend my free time learning and researching
stuff.  To me, it's the only redeemable use of time."

He looked at me like I was underestimating him.  "We will see Caleb.  I've
lived a lot longer than you; I've had a whole lot more time to learn things
too."

I shrugged my shoulders.  He really had no idea just what I meant. "...if
you want."

He looked back to the trivia cards and cleared his throat.  As he read the
question to himself, he smiled triumphantly.

"The river and delta system which begins in the Angola Highlands and
delivers water supply on a five month journey to the Kalahari Desert is
known as the?"

"Okavango," I answered without missing a beat.

He looked taken aback for a moment; he clearly didn't know the answer.  If
the questions were at this difficulty level I should be fine, so long as
sports and pop culture don't come up.

He read the next question to himself before reading it out loud.  "What is
the element, named after its discoverer, with the chemical number one
hundred and three, and the chemical symbol 'Lr'?"

I looked at him with a puzzled expression. "The question is wrong." He
looked at me like I was trying to get out of answering the question.
"Lawrencium was named after its institute of discovery.  And while,
Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory was named after Ernest Lawrence, he
himself was not involved in its discovery."

He looked disappointed that I had gotten the answer. I smirked to myself.
He moved onto the next one

"In which two months do the equinoxes occur?"

"March and September," An easy one.

Again, there was a slight edge of annoyance in his expression.  I guess the
game was hitting home my point. He flipped through a few cards trying to
find a difficult one.

"Which is the oldest continually inhabited city in the world?"

I took a second, making sure the qualifier wouldn't trip me up.  Luckily,
my mind was fast enough that Mikaihail probably wouldn't have noticed the
pause.  "Damascus."

He quickly moved onto the next question, continuing his search for the card
that would substantiate his point and void my own.  "Which is the lowest
whole number, when spelt out, is in correct alphabetical order? "

Anyone could answer this one.  I quickly went through them in my head.
"Forty."

His agitation grew and he was failing to hide it. "What two European
countries' flags have stripes in the colours of white, green, and red?"

No luck for him, this was probably the easiest so far, "Italy and
Bulgaria."

He handled the cards roughly as he went onto the next, then the next, then
the next, trying to find a hard enough question. He seemed to be near the
end of his patience for this process.  "What English word, excluding proper
nouns, contains consecutive U's?"

Just go with the obvious "Vacuum."

He lets out a huff.  "You could have also answered..."

I cut him off "...Continuum."

He threw the cards on the table with a growl; he had lost his faith in
them.  They were not going to help him.

He looked at me still worked up, like he was trying to find another way to
prove that my point was invalid.

I looked back up at him with clearly feigned curiosity, thinly veiling my
mocking.  "So how many of those did you know?"

He growled at me, not appreciating my making light of him.  He picks me up
from underneath my shoulders and places me on the other side of the corner
of the table we were closest to.

"Okay," he spoke with a calmer voice than I expected.  In fact it sounded
triumphant.

"...okay?" I responded confused.

"Arm-wrestle" He smirked at me, inflating his triumphant expression. "It
was your idea."

He placed his elbow on the table with an audible thud.  He clearly wanted
to put me in my place quickly.

I looked up at him from my position on the floor.  He truly was a gigantic
behemoth.  His incredibly broad shoulders, humongous chest, thick neck and
arms hulking with rolling muscles; we were so separated in stature we
probably wouldn't even be classified in the same species.  I looked up at
him with a hopeless smile.  I knew my failure was a certainty.

I unsurely moved my elbow on the table and placed my hand in his.  His hand
dwarfed mine completely as they came into contact.  Even just the grip was
awkward, his hand not really having enough to hold on to properly.

His smirked continued. "On the count of three." the smirk intensifying with
each successive number, counting down to the soon to be very obvious
display of his dominance over me.  "Three... Two... One!"

I hoped if I could simply react faster than him and put all my force into
it before he had a chance to react, I might be able to sneak victory.  As
soon at the final phoneme sounded from his mouth I put all the force I was
capable into pushing his hand over.

...No such luck.

His hand remained unmoved.  Worse was the fact that it didn't even seem to
be tensing, like it required less than no strength to withstand all the
force I was capable.  As the so-called wrestle continued, I hoped he would
just finish it and put me out of my misery.  Instead he had a huge smile on
his face, enjoying how helpless I was in the face of him.

I decided to cheat.  I added my other hand to the grip and tried to force
his hand down.  His smile widened and his arm seemed not to need to
generate anymore more strength than it had originally.  Again, he didn't
put me out of my misery, continuing to enjoy his very explicit domination.

I became frustrated that he was allowing my humiliation to continue just
for his enjoyment.  I got up off the floor, planted my feet, and pushed
against his hand with my shoulder.  He chuckled at my attempt, his hand
only tensing slightly, nowhere near what it was capable.  After only a few
seconds of this, his hand moved with great force, flipping me over, and
slamming me into the table, his hand and mine against my chest, knocking
the wind out of me.

I was flat on my back on top of the table.  His hand had both of mine
firmly in its grasp, the force it had against my chest had my body pinned
to the table.  I tried to squirm away, but it seemed that only my legs
could move.  He had everything else restrained using only one hand.

"What are you going to do now, Caleb?" His voice took on a teasing yet
sinister edge.

He brought his lips to my ear "Hmm?" I squirmed my head away from his,
trying to get away.  He took advantage of my position and lightly bit into
the base of my neck.  My heart began to race in reaction.

He chuckled evilly. "Think a way out of this one."

He slowly nibbled down to my shoulder, biting on the protruding bone.

He chuckles again in the same evil tone.  "Take too long, and you'll lose
more than just your pride."

He spun me around on the table top until my legs were beside him, hanging
over the table.  He gripped my wrists with his opposite hand, and released
the other.  He forcefully removed my shoes and started nibbling on my toes.
I began laughing at the feeling; unfortunately being ticklish was the
greatest weakness to my serious demeanour... well, except for him that is.
He relished in how powerless I was before biting down hard on my pinkie
toe, I gasped in reaction to the flash of pain.

He laughed sinisterly again as he brought my leg that was closest to him up
to his shoulder and moved his hand down its length, firmly, making sure I
couldn't move.  He reached my ass and squeezed the mound tightly.

"I think I'll take this as my prize."  He smirked with malevolence.

He jerked my pants and underwear down to my thighs and he quickly moved and
his hand back and squeezed the supple flesh with a tight grip.

"You're running out of time, Caleb..." he said as he moved his hand to the
thigh of my leg against his body and slowly pushed it against my body, my
pants elevating my other leg with it, effectively exposing my unprotected
ass to him.  "Or have you already given up?  Want to get on your hands and
knees and present yourself to your conqueror, offer yourself up to me?"  He
was taking this dominance thing too far.  Maybe I shouldn't have been so
smug...

I didn't respond.  He instead lowered his head, disappearing behind my
legs.  I tried to get him back into view but drew in a sharp breath as I
felt his tongue run up my left butt cheek.

"No?  Well maybe I'll just *take it*." He quickly took a bite out of my
cheek. I let out a short yelp before my throat collapsed

He brought his head back up, a sinister half smirk half grin on his face.
He released the pressure on my thigh, letting my calf rest back on his
shoulder.  His hand went to my butt and started gripping my cheek while his
thumb began massaging my opening.  His eyes locked on mine as he rose to
his knees, slowly moving over me, bringing his face closer to mine.  As he
moved my leg moved with his body, revealing my ass, but my other remained
over the side of the table, really making me feel like I was twisted to how
he wanted me.

As he neared my face I scrunched my eyes shut and moved my face to the
side, away from him.

"Ready to give up?" He asked in a gruff tone.

He moved his tongue over my lips, displaying that I was completely at his
mercy, there was nothing I could do.

"Good." He brought his other hand, and mine with it, over my head. "I was
hoping you wanted this to be difficult."

His tongue moved from my chin, along the bottom jaw, to my ear.  He licked
and kissed under and behind my ear, sending waves of pleasure cascading all
over my body.  I didn't even notice his hand had moved from my ass until I
felt his unexpectedly lubed finger begin to slick me up.  Clearly I was too
distracted to notice.  It moved back to my entrance and resumed pushing
against my opening.

In one unison movement he firmly pushed his finger into me as he bit down
on my earlobe.  I involuntarily let out a whimper as the pleasure rode the
slight pain from both ends of my body, shooting all through my nerves.

He returned to licking and kissing the sensitive parts of my ear and he
moved his thick finger inside of me.  Intermittently he would bite down on
my ear at the same time as jabbing more forcefully into me, forcing the air
out of my lungs.

"That's right, whimper for me.  Maybe I'll go easy on you." He laughs to
himself like he had just made a joke.

He continued opening my entrance, and after he was no longer getting the
same reaction with one finger, he replaced it with two.  With the increased
discomfort he pulled my shirt up with the thumb of the hand holding my
wrists till it was over my head, moving his mouth to my more sensitive neck
and resuming his assault there.

After he was satisfied he brought his lips to my ear.  "Time's up. Now I
collect."  He then locked his lips on mine, forcing his tongue into my
mouth.  I was helpless to stop him and he took territory inside of me.  Not
only that, but he had pushed me past my mental threshold, I freely gave it
up, kissing him back, wanting him.

As he got up from his kneeling position, me in his arms, our lips remaining
locked as he drew the very life from me.  He growled satisfied, knowing I
didn't even have the will to try and defy him anymore.  He had the strength
to force me to do whatever he wanted, but right now he needed none of it.
Just the gigantic figure of masculine perfection he was had made me succumb
to him, become bonded to him inextricably, completely under his control.
All of that undeniable strength was just unnecessary, far more power than
he needed.  He was my conqueror with the power to conquer me a thousand
times over without breaking a sweat.  And, I was the one whom that power
had decided would be the one to satisfy it.

He released one hand from me as he undid and shucked his pants down his
perfect mounds of ass. I would never want to stop what was coming, but I
decided I could test my boundaries and make him even more forceful with his
restraining.  While only one hand was around me I managed to duck and spin
out of it. I only managed to run two steps before his big, powerful hand
was around my arm.  He pushed me onto the couch, my chest hitting the large
cushion, forcing an exhale.  Before I knew it, his far heavier, fully
grown, adult body was on top of me, his legs straddling mine.

With his pants now below his butt, only the thin cotton of his underwear
sheathed his mighty tool as he firmly ground it into my butt. His body
weighed heavy on mine, pushing me into the couch cushions, completely
unable to move.

He brought his lips to my ear, his hot breaths moving past the sensitive
opening.  He spoke in a deep, sexual voice.  "That's right Caleb, try to
run, that'll just make it all the more sweet when I plunge my big fat cock
deep *deep* inside your small, supple body."  His words caused a shudder.

He flipped me over and whipped my pants off in one fast movement. He was
quickly pushing me back into the pillows, my legs now on either side of
his.  He moved his hand underneath me and travelled down my body until he
found my butt.  When his fingers found my entrance, he pushed in to the
slick opening and growled his primordial sexual rumble.  He bit into the
skin on my neck as he nuzzled, pushing my mind beyond its thinking point.
I was his.  I wanted him to take me, mark me, make me his.  And that was
all I was: my want for him

"You want to give this up to me don't you, Caleb?" He spoke in a deep gruff
commanding tone.

"Mm" was all I could answer as I nodded.  I loved it when he took total
control of me. His erotic talk was really making it impossible to resist
him; his sexual dominance.

"You want me to take this sweet, perfect little ass of yours and make it
open wide for my dick, don't you, Caleb?" He moved his engorged meat,
covered in its soft, fleshy skin over my hole, lubing it up as he humped it
up and down my divided cheeks.

"Mmm," again was all I could mutter out.

"It might be a bit uncomfortable to take at first, but you don't care.  Do
you, Caleb, you would go through anything just to have me fuck you."  If I
wasn't so far gone, the frank sexual language would embarrass me.  But at
this point, it just intensified my need to be taken by him.

"...yes." I muttered breathily as I shuddered at his words.

He continued working his massive dick up and down my ass, coating it with
the lube.

"You want me to fuck you."  It wasn't a question.

"Yes." I breathed heavily as he continued to nuzzle my neck with his kisses
and bites.  I shakily opened his shirt and brought my hands under his arms
and gripped the backs of his bulging shoulders.

"Hard." He spoke gruffly.

"Mm."

"Take you for my own," A sinister hint entering his register.

"Please."

He brought his eyes to mine, forcing me to look at him. "Say it." He
commanded with hard, sex filled eyes.

I swallowed hard; trying to speak with his piercing eyes on me,
"please... fuck me."

His heavy body held me in place while it moved with his immense manhood.
His fat head came with great strength as it slowly opened me.  My eyes
shoot wide while staring into his as he entered me.  His incredibly thick
dick opened me, forcing me to accept it, no matter what my hole wanted.  I
squirmed around as best I could; trying to make its invasion easier to
handle.  The pain and discomfort were merely the signal that Mikaihail was
taking me for his own, that he was making love to me, they set off intense
pleasure in me, surging through my body, exploding from where he entered
me.

His dick didn't just stop at the head.  No.  He kept pushing past, forcing
me to take him in one movement, thick inch by incredibly thick inch entered
my much smaller body, forcing me to open for it.  I was the one it wanted
to fuck, and by God that meant I was going to get fucked by it.

His eyes were still burning into mine, watching me as he took me, watching
what he did to me, how it affected me, how it was everything I could feel
and more than I could feel at the same time.  His intense gaze demanded
mine, like he wanted me to watch him as he took me, wanted to let me know
he was the only man for me.  Inch after inch, and after what felt like two
whole feet of big Mikaihail dick entered me, his pubic hair against my
entrance and his balls resting on my ass, he kept pushing forward, trying
to force it deeper inside me, trying to make my eyes widen further with
even more powerlessness.  And though I knew it to be impossible, it felt
like it was working.  I tried to grip him tighter, but I couldn't, I was
already holding as tightly as I could.

He let up the pressure and then started humping me like that, not wanting
to pull out of me even a little; his frame moving and the huge muscles of
his adult body tensing with every thrust into me.

He half-smiled and half-smirked at me, the hardness in his eyes alleviates
to some degree.  "Try running away now, My Caleb," he taunted.

"No." I shook my head weakly, not breaking eye contact.  "Love me."  I was
his completely.  I wanted to satisfy him and please him in every way I
could.  I wanted to be the best partner for him... for this perfect
colossus of a man... my man.

"I do."  He spoke with deep intense affection in his eyes.

"Show me." I whimpered.

He slowly pulled out until just the tip of his head was still inside me and
slowly pumped forward, all the way into me, reforming its deep passage,
exploding pleasure with each advance it made inside me.  The muscles which
formed my passage had no say, they were simply forced to comply with his
demanded entry.  As he moved his sweaty, hairy body moved over mine until
he was balls-deep inside me again, his head above mine, as he thrusted
further still.  Satisfied he had taken me, he kissed the top of my head.

He lifted onto his elbows so he could stare at me while he repeated the
motion, over and over, pulling out till he was almost gone, then powerfully
taking his place again, deep inside my teenage body, never breaking his eye
contact.  He held me securely as he made love to me, while I gripped him as
tightly as I could.  I watched the muscles in his arms and torso as they
tensed and bulged, generating the incredible strength he controlled.  It
was no wonder he was so strong, they were huge.  How big he was - it was
like he was like a large piece of machinery, with all his muscles working
in unison with the designed purpose to fuck me.  The stimulation, both
physical and emotional, was all too much for me and I came hard between us.
His face became hard as he tried to stay sane while every inch of his dick
was constricted and pleasured by the pulsating contractions of my internal
walls.

He dropped his body down onto mine again as he picked up his pace, not
taking as much of his massive girth out anymore.  I gripped onto him more
securely with the increasing force he was using to enter my compact ass.
My own cock was now being rubbed between my body and his hairy stomach,
heightening my pleasure.  His fucking became more intense and he began to
growl his animal like moan.  His fucking became harder to endure, my
breathing became rapid and I pushed my face into his shoulder, trying to
keep conscious.  He grunted louder as his dick seemed to pulse with his
heartbeat, fucking me even faster.  I opened my mouth, but nothing came
out.  I bit onto his shoulder muscle instead, though it was like trying to
bite into a giant piece of fruit.

He kept going faster and harder as his moans became louder and more
animalistic, the whole apartment was filled with his sexual noises.  He was
on the verge of climaxing, as was I, giving it to me faster and harder.  As
I cameagain, I cried out his name in ecstasy.

"MikaiHAIL!"

He quickly moved his face to mine and gave me a hard kiss as his dick was
once again trapped inside my tremoring walls.  He fucked through it as his
thrusting became impossibly fast.  My dick spurted everything I had but
felt like it was continuing to ejaculate.  The waves of intense pleasure
shooting through my body with his overwhelming fucking.

His muscles bulged as his entire body began to tense.  His strokes became
even more rapid as they shortened, only pulling out just enough to give a
hard thrust back into me.  Shorter and shorter, until he pulled out almost
all the way and shoved it right back into me with a force I was sure I was
going to feel for days to come.  The loud slap of his final slam into me
was deafened as he threw his head back and roared an earth-shattering moan
the people on the streets below could probably hear.

His giant manhood shot his searing hot essence inside of my much smaller
body.  I could feel the massive dumps of semen he shot into me filling me
up, marking his ownership of me.  As he continued to pump his manly essence
into me his head moved, looking back down at me with intense eyes yet the
immense pleasure was plain to see.  He locked his eyes on mine as he shot
pump after pump of his essence deep inside me, making sure I knew it was
him who I belonged to.

I looked back into his eyes with my own weak expression, completely spent
and shaking from the experience, feeling the incredible high.  As he
registered my complete submission, his eyes melted as they looked into
mine.  A huge smile spread across his face, a smile of appreciation and
intense adoration.  He moved his hands to support my head and he brought
his sweaty body and his lips to mine and slowly kissed me.  I tried to
return his kiss with equal passion, but he had worn me out so much that it
was very weak on my part.  With our foreheads touching, our eyes an inch
apart, he spoke with heavy breaths, coming down from his climax.

"God I love you, My Caleb."

I replied breathlessly "I don't think it counts if you just came inside
me," trying to give myself some semblance of independence, not just being
his receptacle.

He wasn't having it.  He growled as he thrusted into me again and bit into
my neck.

"Okay!" I yelped. "Okay. It counts."

He brought his face back to mine as he licked from my chin to my nose,
displaying his control - he could do anything to me he wanted.  "You're
mine."  He had a big grin on his face, enjoying his ownership.

***

"Are we going to have this argument every morning?" I complained to him
with a smile on my face.  Waking up with him in his bed made it impossible
to hide my uncharacteristic sunny demeanour.

He strokes my arm while he thinks, clearly in his own high of happiness
with me in firmly secured in his arms and legs.  "...No. You'll give in
eventually.  Do what I want and let me do as I see fit without questioning
it."

I chuckled at his brazen display, not evening caring to try and hide or
sugar-coat how he wanted me to be a doormat.  "You really underestimate how
stubborn I am."

"No." He growls as his lips brush over my neck, holding himself back from
what he clearly desired.  "I know this foolish resistance is only because
you love me." He bit onto my neck, making me take a sharp breath in.  He
laughed lightly, yet sinisterly in reaction. "Just as I am doing what's
best for you because of my love for you."  He brought his eyes to mine,
forcing me to look at his smiling, incredibly handsome face.  "You'll give
in before I do."

"Oh? That's quite a jump don't you think?" I said with a slight
condescension, still unable to stop smiling at my perfect manly hunk.

"No." He stated it like it was impossible to doubt.  He put his lips to
mine, kissing me softly.  "It's simple." He slipped his tongue into my
lips, my mouth opening for him.  He pulled back slightly, retreating his
lips, teasing me, "Because I love you more."  He kisses me in a flash,
strongly.  "So I win."

Taken aback by his remark as I recover from his kiss, I reply sceptically,
but still smiling.  "Is that so, is it?  Care to place a wager?"

"You're too young to gamble." He kisses me again, passionately, his far
larger body moving around mine - yes I was practically an infant compared
to him.

"I won't tell."

"Okay" He smiles lasciviously. "If I win, I get to fuck you every night for
as long as I want.  If you win, you get to be fucked by me every night for
as long as I want."

I laughed giddily both at his joke and his frank sexual language.  "The
difference there lies entirely in the semantics."  I accuse.

"It does, doesn't it."  He replies unphased; his desire still clear in his
tone.

"What do you mean 'for as long as you want'?"

He presses his morning glory into my leg for effect. "Well, I always last
longer than you."

I realised I misunderstood him, he meant each night, not until he lost
interest in me.  He was right - I really was self-destructive.

"Alright," I laughed happily.

"Shake on it."

I tried to reach his hand from within his binding limbs.

He licks under my jaw-line.  "I didn't mean my hand, My Little Caleb."

I laughed, a tad uncomfortably.  Even after all we had done, all he had
done to me, I still felt somewhat uncomfortable with the unfamiliar
sexuality of my new life.

Again he growls, more animalistic this time.  "You're too damn cute, My
Caleb."  He kisses me again. "Lucky you've got me to protect you. Or you'd
be like an injured gazelle on the Kalahari, all the hungry lions ready to
eat you."  He bits my neck lightly, exactly where he had before.

My laugh is stifled by my involuntary sharp breath as his teeth threaten to
pierce my supple skin.  "There aren't any gazelles in the Kalahari."

He growls yet again, more aggressively this time, as he deftly moves me so
he is on top of me, his pelvis against my butt, my legs wrapped around him.
He pressed his impressive girth into my butt, dividing my cheeks.  "Wanna
correct me again?"  He asks with a daring expression on his face.

I would never not want Mikaihail, but I still couldn't stop being weary of
his impressive manhood.  It was just a human reaction, I guess.  Though
having him make love to me was the greatest experience, it was never
something that could be taken lightly.  But, that insane part of me wanted
to push him; let his masculine instincts take control.

My smile turning ever so slightly into a smirk.  "Yeah, I don't think
'wanna' is actually a word."

In one streamlined movement, he moved back, letting the head of his cock
drop down my cheeks, as soon as it was in line with its target he locks my
eyes to his and thrusts forward.  I took a ragged breath in reaction, my
eyes widening, as he stared back into them.  The force wasn't near enough
to open me, but it definitely displayed the strength he was easily capable
of wielding, and how helpless I was to defend against him, in his bed,
trapped in his inescapable embrace.

He laughed triumphantly. "You can pretend to be as confident as you want,
but you can't hide from me, My Caleb."  He kisses me sensually as he
presses himself against my entrance.  "You're just a helpless little puppy
dog."

I held onto him tightly, so I felt secure.  Though it was a little stupid,
he was also the thing that was making me feel the need for security...  He
really had me completely.

"...Okay." I needed to finish the earlier conversation and get this
straight before Mikaihail's diverted blood flow ceased him from being
capable of it.  "You'll go to work for the whole day today?"

He grumbled a growl at my words.  He was clearly beyond wanting to talk.
"You've got about 20 seconds Caleb."  He reached for the nightstand and
retrieved the bottle of lube.

He continued prepping while I spoke.  "My test today is math, so I don't
know how long over the minimum time limit I'll take." He massaged some lube
into my butt causing me to stop breathing at his touch. I could tell by his
face he was enjoying making this difficult for me.  "And I won't be able to
concentrate if you're outside waiting for me to finish."  He let up his
assault as he prepared his incredibly fat piece of man-meat. "So I'll get a
bus home, and I promise I won't complain tomorrow about you taking the day
off."  It was incredibly difficult to form sentences, I wasn't even sure if
what I was saying was intelligible.

He returns his hand to my butt and massaged some lubricant into my hole
with his thick fingers; the pleasure he so easily triggered pushing me to
the verge of losing all higher thought.  As he withdrew his thick fingers,
I got my chance to speak. "Okay?" He pushed into me with his very thick
thumb, by his expression, just to stop me talking. Again, he
retreated. "Promise?"

He had a smirk on his face; desire pounding behind it.  "Right now all I
can promise is that you're about to feel *very* full."  He locked his lips
onto mine as he started humping his gigantic member at my entrance.  It was
more than I could take; almost instantaneously I was no more than my desire
for him.

After he felt no resistance from me he moved to my neck kissing me hard.
"What was that you were saying again, Caleb?"

"I... uh..." I humped back into him with his gentle thrusts, completely
lost in my wanting for him.

He chuckled.  "Yeah I thought so."  He brought his lips back to my mouth
and kisses me passionately.  "What *do* you want, My Caleb?"

 I looked into his eyes desperately. "You... Please..."

With my words he pushed into with inexorable force, slowly entering me in
one strong motion; his strength forcing my small tunnel to make room for
his gargantuan dick.

The feeling never got less intense, I knew no matter how many times he did
this, it would always feel like my entire body exploded.  I gripped on his
back with the tightest grip my muscles were capable, holding onto the man I
loved, who was entering me, a place only he had ever been, and a place
where only he will ever go. "Mi...kai...hail."

***

"Am I wearing you out, My Caleb?" He sounded proud of himself.

I smiled at his voice.  I was half asleep, clinging to his upper arm as a
pillow while he drove me to school.  "Maybe, a little...  I don't think it
would be possible to have lazy sex with you."  I replied with my eyes still
closed.

"You need to lay off of *it* for a while?" I could hear the smile in his
voice

I gripped his arm tighter, not wanting him to distance himself from me -
physically or emotionally.  "No" I answered instinctively. "...No... I can
handle it."

"Well, alright. But, if your grades start dropping, Mister." He put on a
fatherly voice.

I laughed uncontrollably for a second; not sure if it was because it was
funny or very wrong.

He laughed with me, kissing the top of my head as we both calmed down.

"Caleb." he nudges me.  As I open my eyes I realise I had fallen asleep.
The car was still, idling on the shoulder of the side street just off the
school boundaries.

"You sure you'll be able to stay awake during the test?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine once I'm working." I reassured the almost undetectable
hint of concern in his voice.  "It's just easy to fall asleep when you're
around.  I feel very... safe, with you."

He beamed at me, clearly liking my statement to a great extent.  "You're so
cute." He kissed me lightly on the lips.  "...God damn..."  He spoke like
he found it hard to contain his emotion.

"What?"

He runs his hand through my hair.  "It makes me feel damn good to hear you
say something like that." He spoke a little smugly.

"Well, it's your fault for being perfect." I kissed him back.

He held onto my thigh tightly.  "You'll be okay getting home?"

"Just a bus ride." I squeezed his hand. "I'll be fine."

After some more displays of affection he reluctantly allowed me to leave,
dropping me off in front of the school again.  His absence hit me just like
it did the day before, and the feeling re-emerged, but this time I was
prepared and quickly had the old, cold Caleb in place.

I made my way back to the church and took a seat on a nearby bench under a
tree. We arrived earlier this time as my test didn't start till later in
the day.  I pulled out my notebook and went over my notes.

It was hot outside, and it was made worse having my shirt buttoned to the
collar.  Looking in the mirror this morning, I discovered Mikaihail's
affections the night before had left their mark.  My neck looked like I had
been attacked by a wild animal, which I guess wasn't too far from the
truth.  Instead of being concerned by the evidence, Mikaihail couldn't stop
grinning with his masculine pride; liking the idea of his markings on my
body.  My disapproving frown did nothing to dull his satisfaction.

After only ten minutes, I gave up. I knew the material backwards and
forwards; there was no point in going over it.  I tore out a sheet of paper
from the back of the book and started making a list - a list of things I
needed to change to be Mikaihail's perfect partner.

There were obvious things like the fact that I needed to become a better
cook and take better care of myself... well, start taking care of myself.
As the list became longer, the items became less and less benign, and more
and more things I wasn't sure that Mikaihail would be okay with.  This was
all for him though, so I thought there was no need to worry.

I was broken away from my list when the doors to the church opened.  I
packed up my stuff and headed for the entrance.  My heart sank when I
looked up and saw that Mr Stevens was one of the proctors for the exam.

The exam was painful.  I could feel his eyes on me the whole time; he would
even stare at me where I could see him.  He was never far away from me and
passed by my desk every few minutes.  I had no idea what he was trying to
do, he should be trying to avoid me, but that clearly wasn't the case.  It
slowed me down, and I took much longer to get through the questions.  Even
after I had finished, I had to go back through and make my working more
obvious for the marker. Most of the marks assigned were for correct
working, so the right answers alone would not get me too far.

I finally finished after over four and a half hours had elapsed.  There
were only a handful of other students left.  I made sure to wait before
putting up my hand, so that other teaches were closer.  One of the science
teachers I wasn't familiar with collected my exam and allowed me to leave.

I had to wait fifteen minutes for the bus to arrive; each successive one
built my anxiety. I wanted to get away as quickly as possible.  As soon as
I was on the bus I began to feel better.  I got out Mikaihail's phone and
sent him a message that I was done and was on my way.

***

As the bus neared the city centre, my anticipation grew.  I thought I had
done better today being away from Mikaihail and having to deal with Mr
Stevens, but as my proximity to him increased I became more and more aware
how in need of his contact and affection I really was.

After I got off the bus, I wanted to run towards our building.  But I knew
I needed to maintain my mask.  I instead took the opportunity to practice
my mental fortitude.  I forced myself to go at a slow, even pace.  Though
with each passing step, that emotional side of my mind kept urging me to
run.

I made my way to our building and greeted the front desk clerk before
heading to the elevator.  I finally got to our door and as I fiddled with
the key I could see my hands beginning to shake.  I took a breath and
forced my control.  I opened the door and there he was, smiling at me with
that confident and affectionate expression.

As soon as I saw him there was no hope for my mental steel; it was
destroyed completely.  I dropped my bag on the ground and hastened over to
him.  During those few moments when I lost my control on my emotions but
had not yet made it to him, it was like I was completely lost, like I was
on the verge of falling to pieces.  I didn't want him, or prefer him, I
needed him... in a way that I was scared to even entertain what would
happen if I couldn't have him.

It only took a few steps before I was falling into him arms, gripping his
dependable body tightly.  He curled himself around me, holding tightly in
reciprocation.  As confident and self- assured as he appeared, I knew he
needed me in the same way I need him... though perhaps in a less hopelessly
dependent kind of way.

We held each other in silence for a few minutes before he spoke. "How was
it?"

"Long." I spoke without moving, instead continuing to cuddle into him.

"Did you fall asleep?" He spoke with a smile in his voice.

I hummed a laugh. "No."

He loosen his grip with one of his arms and began soothingly stroking down
my back.

"Can we just stay in tonight?  I don't want to have to face the real world
if I don't have to." I pleaded.

"I would say yes... but I got a call from your mother today."

My binding around him immediately tightened as my face shot up to his.

"She wants me to bring you back tonight."

My expression became very worried.

He coos in his deep voice; trying to calm me. "It's okay, Caleb.  I told
you.  I'll never let go of you."

"...So what are we going to do?" I asked tentatively.

"Well, we're going to have to go.  But, just think of it as a visit."

I really didn't want to go.  To me it was like balancing on the edge of a
shark tank when you could simply just not go anywhere near the sharks.  I
thought perhaps I could get out of this and instead put the evening back
where I had thought it was going.

I swallowed hard and loosened my grip on him, just gently holding his sides
in my hands.  I tried to act confident, and seductive. "Well we could do
that or..." I grasped onto his lapels and brought my face closer to his
"...we could stay here and do something much... more...  fun..." I stood on
my tiptoes to kiss him but he still had to lean down for our lips to
connect.

He pulls away from the kiss with a grin. I could tell he wasn't grinning at
the prospect of what I was alluding to, but at my clumsy attempt to seduce
him.  "We can do that when we get back".

I looked at him pouty and disappointed. "Can't you at least pretend like I
have a leg to stand on in this relationship?"

He strokes the side of my face loving. "Oh, Caleb," His hand stopped as he
cradled my cheek, "I would never lie to you like that."

I looked at him unimpressed.  He just smiled, finding my reaction amusing.

"Did my little genius Caleb really not expect this?  Thought they'd give
you up that easy?"

I scoffed at his words. "Well, let's be honest.  If it was just Eric then
he would have." I gave a resigned smile. "But, you're right.  Though, I did
think they would have done this yesterday.  Let me take the night to cool
off and come in get me the next day. Maybe Alice is taking this a little
more seriously than simple teenage rebellion."

He smiled back at me reassuringly.  "The sooner we go and get this over
with the sooner I can get you back to my bed." His smile turning amorous.

"I guess I should go get my bag then."  I spoke as I released my grip on
him.

"No." he said firmly, tightening his own grip.

"Just for show..."

"I don't care.  You're not bringing it with you."

"Okay." I tried to calm him down with a sympathetic smile.  "I thought I
was supposed to be the complicated one, but the things that are and are not
okay with you are very arbitrary."

He regains his smile, looking very sure of himself again "No, it's simple,
Caleb. You just do what I tell you."

***

I held onto his hand tightly with both of mine as we drove to my family's
house.  I was becoming increasingly anxious about what was about to happen.
I was glad for Mikaihail's pigheadedness on this; that he wasn't going to
leave without me.  I knew there was no validity in doubting in him.  It was
certain that no matter what happened here tonight, we would be back in this
car heading in the opposite direction in no more than a few hours.

The knowledge alleviated the anxiety to some extent, but did not obliterate
it completely.  If we handled this badly, it could expose us, or in the
very least, push us further from the shadows of my lie.

"Do we have a plan for tonight?" I asked with my anxiety clear in my voice.

"Stop, Caleb!" He smiled exasperated as he squeezed my hands reassuringly.
"You always work yourself up like this.  It will be fine.  We'll deal with
it as it goes."

I tried to smile back, but I knew he would be able to see my concern.  I
didn't like Mikaihail's 'wing it' attitude when it came to delicate
situations.  I guess his life experience told him that you just do what
comes naturally and you get what you want.  That certainly fits with my
idea of his life, and clearly, I was no exception.  I had gone to him the
first chance I had, without reservation.

But, there was more to this evening than simply surviving. What happened
here had the potential to make our new life far more sustainable. I looked
over at Mikaihail out of the corner of my eye and the confident look in his
told me he wouldn't be entertaining my planning if I tried to talk it over
with him. I took a laboured breath and thought about the evening and what
it would take to get the outcome I wanted.

As Mikaihail pulled up in front of my house, my anxiety began to spike. He
looked over at me and although I thought I was hiding it well, he could see
my inner turmoil as plain as day.

"Caleb..." He brought his hand to my cheek "...Don't worry." He let out an
exhale of resignation; knowing there was little he could do to stop my
agonising. "I'll take care of you.  No matter what happens in there, it
won't change anything. I'll still hold you as you go to sleep tonight... in
my bed." He smirked, trying to lighten me.

I grabbed hold of his large wrist with both of my hands as I smiled back
with my own resignation. "Let's just get this over with." He was
wrong. What was about to happen in there would change a lot.

We got out of the car together and he clasped reassuringly on my shoulder
as we walked up the stairs to the second story landing. As we approached
the door, I stopped walking and he looked at me questioningly. I darted my
eyes to his hand. He sounded a strained and annoyed groan as he
relinquished his physical contact.

"Remember, no touching." His voice was hard, not liking that he couldn't
mark his claim.

"I know." I smiled weakly up at him, trying to make my deference obvious in
an attempt to satiate him.

We approached the door and Mikaihail knocked firmly.  It wasn't long until
the door opened; it was apparent they had been waiting expectantly.  Eric
answered the door and greeted his friend warmly, giving him a "Hey Mike," a
handshake, and a pat on the back as we entered, whilst completely ignoring
me.

It made me hopeful that Eric hadn't gotten over my verbal attack and still
had lingering hatred for me.  That would work in my favour.  It wasn't long
until Alice emerged from the kitchen with a fake smile on her face,
greeting us warmly as she crossed the room.  As she neared me she began to
put her arms around me.

I jerked back in reaction; my eyes hard with an edge of resent.  I wasn't
going to allow her to smooth this over... plus, thanks to Mikaihail, I
couldn't let her touch me.  She ceased her approach with my reaction,
awkwardly halfway into a hug.  She quickly regained herself with a smile
and motioned us further into the house.

I noticed Mikaihail's entire body had tensed with her proximity.  I
wondered if this rule of his wasn't about control, as I had thought, but
more that he just couldn't stand the alternative.  He made sure to lead the
way as we moved forward, acting as a barrier to me.

Alice came back with a bottle of wine and champagne flutes.  Even though
she was trying hard, the situation was incredibly awkward, as no one spoke.
I guess there isn't appropriate etiquette for when your teenage son returns
from an attempted abandonment.

She handed out the wine and offered one to me.  "Just this once, Caleb,"
She smiled. I did not reciprocate.  I made sure not to touch her hand as I
took the glass.

I was about to take a sip, but I noticed Mikaihail's stare out of the
corner of his eye.  He turned his head slightly, hard, in a subtle shake,
letting me know I wasn't allowed to drink.  I wondered whether he really
cared, or if he was simply exercising his control; making sure he had veto
power over even my parents.

I let the glass drop away from my face.  Of course, I would do whatever he
wanted, even if it did add to the awkwardness.

"So how did your tests go, Caleb?" Mother asks with a smile, still trying
to pretend like everything was okay.

"Fine," I answered flatly as I looked away uninterested, running the end of
my tongue over my incisors.

"Thanks for taking him, Mike.  I hope it wasn't too much trouble."  She
continued her attempt to lighten the mood, despite my efforts.

Mikaihail gives a laugh that sounded a little like a scoff.  "No.  Caleb's
no trouble.  He's always welcome."

I tried to suppress my genuine smile.  Even in this delicate situation, he
wasn't willing to repudiate me.  Alice didn't miss the implication though.
He should be prompting me to go back to my parents, but instead he was
treating it as if I just needed minding for a few days.

"I took him for a driving lesson after his test yesterday, actually."

"Really?" Alice's disposition immediately changed to genuine intrigue.  It
was remarkable how quickly he could take control of a room - the tension
would not even be detectable to an outsider at this point.

"You should have seen him, Alice."  He laughed to himself as he remembered.

She smiled in empathy of his demeanour.

"Poor little guy wasn't even going five K's and he was completely freaked
out.  I was worried he was going to hurt himself gripping the wheel so
tight."  He laughed again.

Alice laughed lightly at the recount while I bit my tongue sullenly, not
appreciating being the joke.  As I noticed Eric, however, he seemed to be
angered by the story.  It wasn't strange that he hated me, but it was
strange how much he seemed to hate the idea of his friend enjoying my
company instead of feeling like I was a burden.

"You didn't have to do that Mike. Thanks, we appreciate it." Alice again
glorified him.

He threw off the comment.  "I enjoyed it." I knew I was the only one who
would have been able to detect his annoyance.  He didn't like her constant
need to thank him for taking care of me; like it was beyond his role and he
didn't have the mandate to do it, like he didn't have the mandate to me.

I didn't know how well Mikaihail would be able to control himself, if the
conversation continued in this manner.  I decided it would be best if I
took over.  To get to the end I wanted, I would have to enter the verbal
spar at some point... no reason to prolong it.

"No, she's right.  There's no point in doing something fatherly for
me... No one ever has..."

Mikaihail's ability to control a room was only rivalled by my ability to
re-establish the awkwardness.

"Caleb, please.  This really isn't the time."  Alice tried to remain light
in front of company.

"So this is how it's going to be? We're all just going to pretend like
nothing happened? Be the good, in denial, political family?" I clicked my
tongue as I rolled my eyes, "Seems to be the edict of this family."

"You watch your mouth." Eric blurted out; a threat clear in his voice.

"Eric."  Mother tried to cut him off. She could see where this would easily
go.

"No, it's okay mother."  I put on an obviously fake positive demeanour as I
stepped around Mikaihail, putting myself closer to the two of them.  "He's
probably just upset because he didn't understand what I said."

It really hadn't taken much.  Eric was fuming; on the verge of completely
going off.

"Yeah, that's right, get angry." I nodded at him condescendingly.  "That's
sure to help."

"You had better shut up right fucking now!"  He skin was reddening, the
veins in his neck protruding.

"Eric!"  Alice again tried to diffuse him, but he was too far gone.

"Or what?  You'll yell at me? Or maybe glare a little harder?" I groaned
flippantly.  "I wonder.  Do you actually believe you have the power to do
anything; or do you realise how castrated you are and you're just trying to
maintain some level of perceived respect?"  I shrugged my shoulders. "If
so, I wouldn't bother - everyone here already knows what a worthless sack
of crap you are."

He took a step toward me but Alice blocked him.

He just needed a little more... Not that it mattered; I could go all night
if I had to.  My detest for Eric had been building for years.  There were
so many more things that had gone through my head over those years that I
had never said.  Venting it all now was a simple task.

"Do you have any idea how awful it is... The thought of you being my
father?  The idea that mediocrity was born into me, and every day I have to
fight myself not to succumb to it?" I gave out a desperate, unsettled huff
"Be like you, give in, work a menial job, and make all the small problems
in my life seem huge so I can distract myself from the fact of just how
empty and pointless my life really is?"  I shake my head in exasperation.
"I just really hope one day Alice will admit to cheating on you, and that
I'm not actually your son."

That did it.  Eric pushed Alice out of the way as he took another step
toward me, pulling back his first, ready to take a swing.  I had gotten my
way, the outcome I wanted, but I still looked away, my eyes squinted.  Even
though there was a sense of victory, it didn't quash the apprehension.
Eric wasn't a small guy, not the behemoth Mikaihail is, but still, if I had
to choose who to be hit by, Eric would be nowhere near the top of the list.

Alice's shriek as she tried to stop Eric sounded like an echo in the
distance I couldn't make out as I could sense his fist flying through the
air, about to smash into the side of my face.  However, the smacking sound
of his knuckles connecting with my hard, flesh covered face vibrated
loudly.

It took me a second to register that I hadn't crashed to the floor.  I
blinked my eyes open in confusion as I looked back towards Eric.

His clenched hand was only about thirty centimetres from my face, being
compressed my Mikaihail's vice tight grip - he had caught his fist.
Mikaihail's hand trembled around Eric's, shaking with adrenaline fuelled
rage.

I continued to turn my head, trying to find Mikaihail's face.  Everything
seemed to be in slow motion to me, like the room had frozen.  As his face
came into view, my fear spiked.  There was murder in his eyes.

In a flash, the room came back into motion.  While still holding Eric's
fist, Mikaihail took a step forward as he threw his own into Eric's chest.
The impact was not as bad as it would have been had Mikaihail hit him with
fully exposed knuckles, but it was far enough to knock Eric off his footing
and back a few feet as he crashed to the floor.

Mikaihail took his place in front of me, sheltering me from danger.  Every
muscle in his body was pulsating with rage, his breath heavy.  He looked
like he did in the parking lot, ready to kill.

"Don't you fucking touch him!"  His deep, menacing voice reverberated
through the house.

My fear quickly dispersed as a very different emotion took over my entire
body.  In one act Mikaihail had defended me from my father, a man I had
hated, a man who kept me down for so long.... and here he was, cowering on
the floor, so far away from having any control over me at all, thanks to my
protector.  No, the emotion I was feeling was not fear... it was lust,
unquenchable, irresistible, insatiable lust.

I could barely contain it, my need for him.  It wouldn't take long before
it the all consuming passion obliterated my comparably pathetic attempt to
control it.  Before my mind was lost to me completely, I desperately tried
to solve the current situation... it was like waking up in the middle of
the night and trying to get to the bathroom before you threw up.

All I knew is that we couldn't stay here.  Mikaihail looked like he would
kill Eric if given the chance, and I certainly couldn't throw myself onto
him with my parents in the room.  I turned and stalked for the door, hoping
Mikaihail would rather protect me than kill my father.

I had only taken two steps before he was on me, his arm around me, pressing
me into his side as he paced heatedly out of the house.  The front door
ricocheted of the brick wall as he practically bashed it open.  We were
quickly down the stairs and out to the car.

I was holding onto him tightly, pressing myself against his impressive
body.  I wanted that body, wanted to feel his muscles sliding over mine as
he worked himself inside me, taking me for his own.

He had no idea what was going through my head.  He was so completely
consumed with rage that I doubt there was much more room in his head than
his restraining himself from going back inside and breaking Eric's face.

He got me in the car, shut the door and quickly got in his side.  The tires
screeched as he revved the car, backing out of the driveway, and screeched
again as he shot the car forward, hurtling down the street.

It didn't take long before I couldn't contain it anymore.  We were only
just outside of the estate and on a darkened road before it became too
much, and the side of me able to resist Mikaihail was eviscerated.

I wanted him, I was possessed.  I didn't care where we were, or even how
worked up he was, I craved his body, he was my protector and I wanted to
show him what that meant to me.  No, that was wrong. I needed him to take
me.  He was a god to me, my own personal god, and I had to please him
anyway I could - and I knew what the best way to please Mikaihail was.

"Pull over." I said with urgency.

"What?" He spoke confused, his voice still not dissipated of anger.

"Pull over!"

I undid my seatbelt and reached across for the wheel.

It was a physical need; I wouldn't be able to settle until I had gotten
what I needed.  I had to give myself to him, unrestrained and without
concern.  I needed him to take me completely for himself. I needed him to
fuck me.

"What are you doing, Caleb?!"

He tightened his grip on the wheel so my attempts to move the car were met
with little result.  However, he pulled over willingly after my forceful
prompt.

After pulling the park brake, he turns to me angry and annoyed. "What?!"

I leapt out of my chair and onto him, my lips on his pushing his head back
to the seat.  I kissed him aggressively.  His own lips were unsure at
first, but it didn't take him long to throw off the confusion and return
with his own passionate kisses.  But I didn't just want passion; I wanted
his primal urges to take over.  They knew what he really wanted.

I pulled back from his lips, "C'mon Mikaihail, is that all you got?"  I
questioned condescendingly.

He responded with a guttural angry groan, being already worked up made it
easy to push him, before grabbing the back of my head and forcefully
kissing me, my own tongue becoming a passive participant.  I grabbed the
bicep of his other arm and guided his hand to my ass.  He responded
instinctively and grabbed a handful, sounding another primal groan.

My mind was almost lost to the sexual delirium Mikaihail too easily
stimulated inside me.  But, I wanted more, I had no time for the prelude.

My hands moved for his thick manhood, grabbing at the tool to my goal.  He
grabbed my ass harder before releasing just enough to slip in into my pants
and revel in the feel of the soft supple mounds.

As quickly as my shaky adrenaline filled hands were able, I undid his belt
and pants.  His shirt was still tucked in, so I grabbed onto either side
and his buttons came undone one by one with my increased force.  Without
missing a beat, he reciprocates grabbing mine and pulling my school shirt
apart in one motion, the buttons were not able to impede when up against
his mighty strength.

I quickly returned to my goal and heaved his gargantuan manhood out of his
underwear.  It stood in all its thick glory, proud and intimidating.
Unexpectedly, he reached into his coat pocket and squirted some lube on his
meat.  I was annoyed knowing I hadn't been successful at making this about
him, he was still thinking about what this would be like for me.

He was in complete control, but I still wanted more, wanted him to think
only of his own desires.

I looked back to his face and stared directly into his eyes.  He stared
back down at me with aggressive sexual desire, but he wasn't completely
gone.

"Fuck me, Mikaihail. I need you to take me." I spoke, my breath heavy.

He roared a groan in reaction to my words, grabbing the back of my , and
ripping them down the seam, the fabric tearing with his sanity.  My natural
fear spiked, but I ignored it; I had to push him further.  He was already
angry, so I hoped it wouldn't take much, because I didn't know how much
longer I could keep pretending to be defiant.

"Are you just going to sit there with that thing between your legs..."

He looked at me with such intense sexual desire and frustration you could
mistake for anger.

"...or are you going to use it?"

He grabbed my hips with incredible might and forced them down with his
thrusting hips.

I let out a groan I failed to completely stifle as his gargantuan manhood
took my ass, fast and for himself.  The pain was more than I usually felt,
he hadn't prepared my ass this time.  The pain increased as he forced more
of his fully engorged, column of manhood into my adolescent tunnel,
stretching the walls to accommodate something much bigger than they were
ever meant to.  I shoved my face into his neck so he wouldn't be able to
see my reaction.  I moaned, pleading for his dominance.

"Take me..." I managed to speak without belying my pain.

His grip on my hips tightened as he began pistoning into me with complete
abandon.  My body jostled violently as I held onto his shoulders, trying to
keep myself in place for his mindless pounding, my own dick whacking
against my body and his own.  I managed to endure the initial brunt, and as
he continued spitting me onto his incredibly fat dick, the pleasure began
shooting through my body like a chain of fireworks.

I never knew exactly how far Mikaihail was letting himself go, after a
certain point his strength and pace just seemed inhuman to me; it was
impossible to measure.  But, I knew that I needed him to go all out, to
take me as if I only existed for his pleasure.  There was no 'too far' for
him to go, so to push him further than I needed would not be failure, just
insurance that I was reaching my goal.

"More." I moan wantonly through his fucking.

A grumbled groan coming through his chest.

"...Harder" I managed to squeak.

His grip tightening as he pounded into me with one much more forceful
thrust.  He remained still for a split second after the action, but then
resumed his pistoning with this new, far greater power.

"...I need you."  I was somehow able to whimper out, my lungs feeling that
they were too sore to move.

He let out a loud animalistic growl as he started fucking me with even more
gusto.  Fucking himself into me single-mindedly, all thought was gone.

The pleasure he sent ripping through my body was fierce and difficult to
stand.  I gripped onto him as tightly as I could; trying not to be thrown
around the car, but also trying to hold onto my sanity.

The car shook with his mammoth fucking; the metal sounded like it was
contorting to his powerful, primordial pounding.  I managed to breathe
through the overloading sensation, urging him on.

"Yes... Mikaihail..." I spoke his name reverently.

"Please... Keep going... Show me who I belong to..." my voice broke.  My
body lost its verbal capacity as my muscles tightened further, trying to
stay attached to each other.

He roared a deafening roar as he fucked me with everything he had.  His
roar continued, never stopping as he fucked my ass with such raw masculine
power I knew I would never be the same.

His roaring became even deeper, more guttural, it felt as if he dick grew
even wider, stretching me further, as if it were growing with his lust.
His fingers dug into my immature skin as he exploded.  He didn't stop
fucking me as his mammoth, obscenely thick dick dumped load after load of
his white-hot cum deep inside my much smaller teenage body, filling my
person with the very essence of who he was.  It felt like it was never
going to stop, he kept pumping his cum inside of me, but after a moment,
his roar began to subside and he started instead to heavily breathe, his
exhale still sounding of a low guttural roar.

He moved his hands from my hips, where I was sure would now been giant red
handprints, and moved his arms around me, bracing me to his body.  His low
guttural roaring as he breathed continued as his dick irregularly shot more
of his cum deep inside me.  I must have been completely full of his
essence, I had no idea how more of it was finding room inside me.

I could also feel cum in between us.  He still hadn't pulled out of me, so
it had to be mine, but I did not even realise I had climaxed.  He was
sending pleasure through me so intense that it must not have registered in
my brain, being flooded by exploding neurons, swelling in potent
endorphins.

As his body seemed to lose some of its tension, more of his mind came back
to him.  And as his mind came to him his embrace became more like the ones
I knew.  His breathing became more regular, and the roaring left his voice.

He carefully braced me to his chest and gingerly pulled out of me.  My body
collapsing completely now that he was done and it no longer needed to hold
itself together.

"Ooooh.... wooah...." He moaned recovering from his high "....What the fuck
was that Caleb?"

My own breathing was very heavy ."What? You can't expect to be my hero like
that and not have me throw myself at you."

"Ha!" he chuckled with masculine pride "...I need to make sure I save you
more often, then."

I kissed his chest in reply, completely unable to move.  My body felt like
it would need a few days to be able to function again.  "It would never get
less unbearably hot... Just give me a little time to recover." I lightly
laughed.  "But we'll have to buy a stockpile of pants if you keep that up."

He laughed with triumph. "Money well spent."

He held onto me while he calmed down, and I clung to him while my body
recovered.  At this point I was sure I wouldn't be able to move back to my
seat unaided.  After a long while spent in the blissful aftermath, my mind
started to come back to me.

I thought about the preceding events of the night.  After Mikaihail had
defended me, I was consumed with an intense physical and emotional need to
throw myself to his sexual desire.  But, only now was I able to look back
on it with any kind of my characteristic over-analysis.  As I thought about
his display, I became worried as to whether it fit the false reality.
Mikaihail had a deep-seated need to protect me, and that's why he did what
he did.

"Caleb?"

I steadied my diaphragm to speak "Yeah?"

"I think you pushed it too far tonight." He thankfully didn't sound angry,
only his concern was detectable in his tone.

"No, I'm okay.  But you are an astoundingly virile man, might need a second
to recover... but, I'll be alright."  I replied breathlessly.

He chuckled lightly before kissing the top of my head.

"That's not what I meant." His tone losing the joy from his laugh.  "You
pushed Eric too far.  I know what you were trying to do, but you took it
too far.  He could have hurt you."

He was thinking about the exact same thing I was.  But, he was
wrong. "...No Mikaihail... I went just far enough." I took a laboured
breath; the process of talking was a taxing one with my body in this state.

He rubbed me soothingly, reassuring me, but I guessed also reassuring
himself that I was safe and he was there to guard me.  "I will always
protect you, My Caleb.  But, it might be helpful if you would try not to
goad people into attacking you."

In my mind, before the incident, I didn't think he would stop Eric; it
didn't even come into my considerations.  My brain processed Eric as my
father and Mikaihail as his friend.  I didn't think Mikaihail would even
consider protecting me from my own father.  In that estimation: I couldn't
have been more wrong.  The fact that Eric was my father granted him
absolutely zero immunity to Mikaihail's compulsive need to protect me.

But, maybe that was because I had always been wrong about these
things... about how people on that level relate to one another.  I couldn't
be sure if it was me.

"...Mikaihail..." I wanted him to understand and support me "If Eric had
just yelled at me, we could have left... But in a few days, maybe a week,
*maybe* two, Alice would just ask you to bring me back again.  But, now I
have a justifiable excuse to never go back, and it would be incredibly
audacious for Alice to ask you to bring me back after what Eric tried to
do." I took another deep breath, my body yearned for me to shut up and
recover.

"I would rather we did that, than put you in danger.  Nothing is worth
that, My Caleb.  Your safety is far too important to me."  He again kissed
me lightly on the top of my head.

"...But, if he had hit me, then I could have threatened emancipation if
they tried to get me back, and they would never endure legal
proceedings... not with Alice's politics."

"Caleb." He spoke flat and authoritatively. "No one can hurt you.  There is
no *payoff*" he spoke the word with noticeable disgust "that would justify
that."  He calmed himself down, re-enveloping in the bliss of what we had
just done.  "Besides, that would have broken the no touching rule."

I replied with a confused brow I doubt he could see. "...I didn't think
blunt force trauma would count."

"Well, it does." He announced matter-of-factly.

I laughed lightly and attempted to squeeze him tighter with my spent
muscles. "Okay... I'll remember that."

My earlier concern came back to me with the silence.  I thought about it
some more, but I still couldn't decide.

I took a deep breath.  "...Mikaihail?"

"Yes, My Caleb?" He spoke with reverence in his voice, still feeling the
emotional high.

"Back at the house... What would you have done that if we weren't
together?"

"...What do you mean?"

I tried to explain it the best way I could "...If the lie was true... If I
was just living with you because of a fight with Eric... If our connection
was just that I looked up to you, and you are just the good natured family
friend who would take care of their child without a hesitation.  If you
didn't love me, and I was just one of your friend's kids you seemed to take
an interest in."  It took all my remaining strength to angle my head on his
torso, so I could see his face.  I looked at him discerningly, because I
really didn't know. "Would you have done that? Would you have stopped him
from taking a swing at me?"

He looked back into my eyes, taking a moment to consider it, consider the
false reality. "I have no idea."  He answered frankly, yet there seemed to
be a desperation in his eyes.  "I can't look at you and think about you as
if you're anything but..." he struggled to find the words, "...*my* Caleb."

I smiled at his remark.  His attachment to me was always incredibly
validating. But, it still didn't help to process the issue.

I took a moment to mull it over, to really put myself back into that place
when Mikaihail was just a family friend and seemed to only care about me
because of our families, maybe a little because he liked me, but not
because of any enduring personal connection.

I stared into his eyes, doubt creeping over me. "...I don't think you would
have."

I took an effortful swallow as the doubt turned into fear.  Were we
exposed? What was going on back at the house? Had they figured it out?

Without even looking at me Mikaihail could sense my unease.  He tightened
his hold as he pulled me up his frame till my face was resting against the
base of his neck.

"Hey, Hey..." he tried to sooth me. "Nothing's happened.  They're probably
just arguing about what Eric did." Even while trying to calm me, his arms
instinctively tighten further at the mention of aggression directed at me,
subconsciously trying to protect me.  "You said it yourself.  What's really
going on is not something they'd expect, so it would take more than that."

He was probably right but it was more his contact, rather than his words,
that helped.  "...But, it's just another clue, little by little, they're
going to realise if things like that keep happening."

He took a heavy breath as he continued to try and soothe me.  "...It
doesn't matter, Caleb..."

"How can you say that?" I blurted out in surprise. "If people find out,
then we're done...  there's nothing we could do."

"No, Caleb." He spoke hard, his muscles tensing, like he was declaring it
not just to me, but to the world itself.  "It doesn't matter what happens,
because I will never give you up."  I was about to retort, but he cut me
off.  "If nothing comes of this, then great, things go on as they are.  Or
if the worst happens and everyone finds out..."  He took another slow
breath "...then that doesn't matter either."  He kisses me on the head in
reassurance and presses his jaw on the top of my head.  "...We'd just
leave."

I didn't like the idea of Mikaihail leaving his entire life just for me, he
had already given up so much, but the idea was incredibly comforting.  Even
if the worst happens... it would never mean the end of us.

"...Would you really be willing to do that." I spoke tentatively.

"Willing?" His loving tone taking on an almost hostile incredulity, "Are
you kidding?!  Caleb, ever since I laid you on that bed of rose petals... I
wasn't just willing... it took everything I had not to throw you on a plane
and never come back."  He somehow sounded distraught at the thought.
"Urgh..." he groaned with a slight of frustration in his loving tone.  "I
wish I could make you understand what you are to me, My Caleb..."  his
distraught, turning onto the verge of tears, something I never thought I
would hear in him, "...you have no idea."  He shook his head slowly, trying
to quell the threatening tears with anger...

His own tone quickly welled tears in my eyes.  His words echoing in my
head.  How stupid it was that he, Mikaihail, a virtual god among men, would
not only care, but be excruciatingly attached to me.

I hid my face in his neck, trying to stifle my tears.  "Never letting go
right?"

"Let go?"  He huffed a laugh in desperation.  "At this point I'm only
afraid of crushing you."

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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