Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2013 18:45:56 -0500
From: Nick <blstories79 (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Blue Moon Series - 9

The usual disclaimers apply. This story is fictional, of course. This is my
first submission.  I attempted to create a full novel with a complete plot.
I have over 12 chapters written so far and will post more if there is
interest.

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Chapter 9

	The next morning Sean found himself without his Max again. The bed
felt empty without the boy. The man quickly used the bathroom and
dressed. As he made his way down to the kitchen he noticed how quiet the
house was. He saw Esme cooking and it smelled delicious.
	When the woman handed a plate of food to Sean she said simply,
"They went to Portland."
	Sean knew that he couldn't be with Max every second of every day,
but he still couldn't help the empty feeling inside him, the food helped a
little.
	"Try not to worry about Max, that boy is a survivor." Esme said as
they cleaned up the dishes together.
	"I worry regardless; he was captured after all, somehow." Sean said
as he dried his plate.
	"They watched him, humans, and chained him with silver." Esme said,
recounting Max's story. "We are rather allergic to silver," Esme laughed,
"I know, cliche as it is."
	"That's what the lock was made out of," Sean said, realizing
finally the reason it had been so easy to get to Max."
	"And the cage," Esme added saddened. "It was a miracle you found
him, Halloween is only a day away."
	"I have a feeling this Volturi won't give up," Sean said, sitting
in the living room with Esme.
	"No, not at all." Esme sighed, "They are... rather patient."
	"So what's the plan?"
	"Not for me to decide, those older and wiser will help decide." The
woman paused briefly, "Max is very special to us. And he has chosen you,
that's what matters the most."
	After a solid 10 minutes of silence as both were lost in thought,
Sean finally asked what other weaknesses they have.
	"Fire, another cliche I know, but deadly. And the animal teeth of
the clan we have a treaty with. That's all as far as I know."
	Sean nodded, and looked at the fireplace. Esme laughed, "Only if
we're the logs."
	After another few minutes of silence Sean asked when the group
would be back.
	"Max will be back before Halloween, he promised. He wanted to be
with you."  Esme smiled.
	"I wonder if he's ever been trick-or-treating..." Sean pondered,
"Maybe he could dress up as Dracula."
	Esme laughed heartily at that imagining the boy in a cape and
plastic fangs. "That would be precious."
	"Does anyone know your secret?" Sean asked suddenly.
	"I could count on one hand those that do, or at least
suspect. Bella's father for one.  Her mother remains mercifully
ignorant. Though they are getting on in years now. Bella is still dealing
with the aging of her family; it is the first difficult part of being
immortal."  Esme said, "She has Edward and her daughter though, which
brings light into those dark places."
	Sean had already heard the remarkable story that brought Renesme
into the world.  He marveled at the strength of Bella and wished he could
have that same strength for Max. His feelings for the boy he met a month
ago ran to his very soul. How he had stood up to Ester, helped the stranger
in the alley, and survived the horror that was his cage never strayed far
from Sean's thoughts. He nodded in agreement to the woman's words.
	"I don't deserve him," Sean said simply. From his time in the
system he was bombarded with the message that he was a monster. Several
times he pondered suicide to escape the pain, but held onto hope that he
might find a shred of happiness someday.  Though nothing could have
prepared him for what he was now experiencing.
	"You saved him, loved him, and held him. His last partner did not
handle this life well and we all feared for Max. It was a blessing that his
life be spared while that of his partner was not. We all feared Max would
follow the man into the spiral of depression. At the end, he wouldn't even
touch Max."
	That would explain why the boy kept so close to him, Sean
thought. That first night when Max cuddled up next to him must have been
the most vulnerable the boy had been in many years. Had Sean rejected him
the past few days would have gone much different. Sean was incapable of
rejecting the boy, so it must have been fate that bought them together. How
he couldn't help but fear for the boy who was more than capable of
protecting himself.
	The day passed slowly and the night was difficult for Sean. He had
quickly adjusted to sleeping with Max by him and the bed felt cold and
empty as a restless sleep finally took over. His dreams would be flashes of
good and bad. Maxes face, a pale boy in a cage, the cage with bloody
shoes. Sean jerked awake at the image of Max's face with blood-red eyes. He
used the restroom to wash his face. He padded down to the kitchen for a
drink in just his briefs. After pouring some milk he was startled by the
sight of Esme standing at a large window staring out into the night's inky
blackness.
	The house was dark, lit only by a razor thin crescent moon and the
stars. Sean glanced at the clock on the stove and saw it was 3:30am. Sean
broke the silence, "Couldn't sleep either?"
	"We don't sleep," Esme said her cool breath unable to form fog on
the window she was by.
	Sean thought of all the times he thought Max was sleeping; the
little imp was faking it.
	"Max likes to be next to you, he likes to watch you sleep. He had
to pretend before you were told our secret." Esme said into the nights
void.
	"I rather enjoy sleep, er... most of the time." Sean said,
remembering some of the nightmares that had broken his slumber.
	"We can rest. It is a sort of calming meditative state. If held
long enough it can turn into a sort of hibernation." Esme said, finally
turning toward the man in briefs.
	Sean blushed but refused to cover himself.
	"Why are you up at this hour?" Esme said. "Dreams?"
	"Yeah, flashes, some bad." Sean took a drink of the milk, it was a
habit formed from his mother.
	"Tell me," Esme said. She was keen to know if the man had a glimmer
of what Alice had.
	"Well... er... the one that woke me was seeing Max's face, only he
had red eyes.  And fangs." Sean said, rather embarrassed.
	Esme nodded. It seemed like a standard nightmare. The pair spent
the next two minutes glancing out the large window. As the moon sank behind
the tree line Sean said he should head back to bed. Thankfully the rest of
the night was mercifully peaceful.
	When Sean opened his eyes several hours later he was looking at
Max's smiling face. "I must be dreaming," Sean said. He saw Max's gold eyes
twinkle.
	"Not dreaming," Max said, "I came back as fast as I could."
	Sean reached out and pulled the boy close to him and kissed his
soft lips. "I missed you," the man said. "I was worried you'd get hurt."
	"Not a chance," Max said.
	"How'd it go?"
	"We got all but one, he eluded us somehow," Max sighed.
	"What next?" Sean whispered.
	"I'm not sure," Max answered.
	The pair kissed again and soon Sean felt a cool hand slip under his
briefs and on his engorged organ. He moaned softly into the kiss and
quickly found Max's own erection; the boy was naked under the covers. Sean
kissed down Max's body and quickly engulfed the boy's organ, pulling back
the foreskin with his lips.
	Max needed this; he wanted it with every fiber of his being. No
woman had ever wanted to touch him. He was so happy with Sean that he felt
like he was glowing. He held onto Sean's hands and the man stimulated him.
	Sean tongued the cool erection expertly, bringing Max to the brink
several times and soon had the boy begging for release. He quickened his
pace and Max quickly fell over the cliff into the blissful abyss.
	"Oooooohhhh," Max moaned as the first shot hit the back of Sean's
throat. Sean was now used to the amount of fluid the boy produced and
quickly swallowed. His mind hummed as he found his mouth full again with
the second shot from the boy. The shots were not the quick ones he produced
but came out almost in a stream. The first couple rounds were always the
largest; Sean guessed them to be at least two or three ounces.  Every one
caused his mind to thrum with clarity. After the boy produced five more
impressive rounds he slumped on the bed, after swallowing Sean made his way
up the boy's sculpted body again and the pair kissed deeply.
	It took Max five minutes to recover from his powerful orgasm. He
had to have the man inside him and so he kissed down Sean's body. He coaxed
each of the man's nipples with his tongue until each was hard. After
passing Sean's bellybutton he grabbed the man's briefs and pulled them off
quickly. Sean's six inches bounced with the man's heartbeat as Max consumed
half the organ. Sean moaned softly as he was stimulated. The two of them
were as comfortable as any two lovers could be.
	Max could taste the salty fluid the man produced as he made sure it
was wet enough. He wanted Sean to be like him and not need this step to
enter him. Max was content with this step, however, and savored the man's
taste; to him it was better than blood.
	After Max pulled off the organ he lay on his back, pulling Sean
onto him. The man quickly put the engorged head of his penis at the boy's
entrance and pushed gently.  He knew he didn't need to ask anymore. In one
slow and steady push he embedded all he had inside the boy. Both moaned as
the organ entered Max's cool tunnel. Sean was looking into Max's eyes and
couldn't help but kiss the boy that gripped him.
	Sean started thrusting slowly, still amazed at the sensations he
was getting. Max's body gripped him tightly when he pulled back and seemed
to open to him when he pushed back in. Max had his legs spread wide as he
held his knees. He wanted Sean to get as far inside him as possible. He
could feel the heat from the organ that filled him.
	For his part, Sean wanted to last longer this time than he was able
to previously.  Passion like this should not be hastened. He kissed Max
deeply as he thrust in and out, his organ pushing on the button inside the
boy's small body. Each time the head of his penis clipped the boy's gland
Max would moan. Max was hard again, his penis bouncing in time with Sean's
thrusts.
	Sean could feel himself approaching his orgasm so he pushed all he
had inside Max and stopped to ebb the coming tide. He leaned down and
kissed the boy again and flexed his organ. After less than a minute he
continued see-sawing into Max. The boy's body would move with every
push. It didn't take long for Sean to near the turning point so he pushed
all the way in and stopped again.
	Max was overjoyed that Sean was trying to last longer. He wanted
the man to stay inside him forever. His body was electrified as he squeezed
the organ inside him. Sweat was forming on Sean's forehead and a single
drip fell as the man started thrusting again.  The stimulation Max was
experiencing was pushing him to a second climax; he couldn't remember the
last time he'd climaxed twice in a day.
	Sean was now taking long thrusts into Max. He'd pull out until just
the head was left inside and then push all the way back into the boy. Max's
body responded quickly and he was thrown into another orgasm. The miniature
penis throbbed as the first spasm hit and the stream of fluid covered the
boy's face and chest. The second load added to the puddles.
	Sean was already at the cliff when Max's orgasm hit. The boy's body
gripped him in an impossible tightness which threw the man off the cliff
into his own abyss. He pushed as hard as he could into Max and
squirted. His orgasm was so powerful his body jerked in rapid mini thrusts
as he unloaded six times. As he was injecting Max with his fluid the boy
was being covered by his own. Sean was amazed at the sight, the fluid
wasn't white and milky but completely clear; it reflected light in a subtle
rainbow. It looked like water that has an oily sheen, but thicker like a
pudding. Though, Sean couldn't think very deeply on it as he squirted into
Max's bottom. Each spasm the boy experienced produced another stream of
fluid and another squeeze on Sean's organ. After Sean's sixth round was
fired into Max his body was spent, Max fired off one more round onto
himself, the fluid was now puddled on him so deeply that it was running off
on all sides.
	Sean remained inside Max for another minute before pulling his
shrinking organ out. He was able to see Max's anus close behind his
withdrawal, seemingly unaffected by the invasion it just experienced. He
wondered briefly if that was a result of Max's vampirism. He quickly lay
next to Max trying to lick up the fluid that covered the small body. His
mind hummed with life as he drank what he could.
	Sean finally worked up the courage to ask Max about the fluid he
produced.
	"Before I was turned I could shoot a little bit, nothing
really. After I was turned it became what you see. I think it is supposed
to help us feed, sort of makes the victim more compliant or something."
	"I can see that, it certainly has power over the mind." Sean then
smiled as he added, "I can't get enough."
	Max smiled back and the pair held one another for 20 minutes before
another word was spoken.
	Sean broke the silence finally when he asked, "Ever been
trick-or-treating?"
	Max laughed and said, "No, why?"
	"I think you and I should go out tonight," Sean said. "Be a kid for
once. It would be a new experience for you! That obviously is hard to
find."
	Max didn't think it would be all that fun but could see Sean wanted
to so he finally relented. "What would I dress up as?" he asked.
	"Anything you want. Dracula would be perfect and very ironic, it's
up to you."
	Max groaned, "The cape and everything? Could be fun, sure, I'll go
as a vampire."
      Sean laughed, "The one day you can tell people you're a vampire and
not have problems."
	The two lovers finally crawled out of bed and headed for the
bathroom where they shared a hot shower. Both were so spent that nothing
overly sexual took place, though each washed the other.  Sean even allowed
Max to shave his face and pubic area. After dressing they walked to the
kitchen as Sean was extremely hungry. Max left to get a costume and
returned so soon Sean understood vampires were very fast. Esme had gone to
hunt and so Sean and Max spent the day enjoying the company of the other.
	As darkness fell Sean drove Max who was in full costume. The boy
looked adorable in his cape and plastic teeth, which he told Sean wouldn't
last very long. The venom he produced would quickly destroy the
plastic. Max even had a plastic pumpkin to put the treats.
	Esme was elated when Max appeared in full costume and had to take a
photo.  Max was patient but uncomfortable with the attention. He couldn't
remember the last time he felt so undignified.
	Soon enough Sean was walking the neighborhoods with Max. The
streets were full of kids running door-to-door who quickly formed clusters
of little monsters. Max found himself among a mummy, fairy, pirate, and one
poor child who claimed he was a transformer, though the cardboard costume
showed it was most likely a home-made hand-me-down.
	For a few brief moments Max actually seemed like all the other
kids. He would run up to a door and yell "Trick or treat". Sean spoke to
some of the other parents, presenting himself as Max's father. After about
two hours the group finally broke up and went home. On the way to the
Cullen home Max found another boy and gave him what candy he had collected.
	"So did you have fun?" Sean asked as the pair walked hand-in-hand.
	"Yeah," Max answered.  "Thanks for talking me into it."
	The pair didn't notice the four figures following them as they were
lost in conversation. The figures were wearing black hooded cloaks and were
soon within a couple paces of their target.
	Max suddenly stopped and turned toward the figures.
	"I see you found another pet," one of the figures said. Sean turned
and felt a sudden dread. The figure took a small step toward them.
	"Take another step," Max said, "and you will never see tomorrow."
	"I think not," the figure said, "Unless you want your new pet to be
in pieces."
	Max felt his phone vibrate and knew something was about to
happen. "You'd be ash before you moved."
	"Not all of us are susceptible to your little trick," the figure
said.
	Before Sean could even blink he felt like he was kicked hard in the
chest, the gun shot rang in his ears as he was tossed off his feet. He
looked at Max who was standing by a pile of ashes. In the next second Sean
felt the large bones in his legs break which caused his mind to be overcome
with pain. He passed out as he felt the heat from a nearby fire warm his
face.

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Authors note:
	While I hate reading them, I do love a good cliffhanger!

	As you might have already guessed this story is meant to be a
continuation of the Twilight series. I felt the canon had left potential
for more and felt a boy love plot would fit nicely. All original characters
of Twilight are copyright Stephanie Meyer. I tried my best to remain
faithful to her characters.
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