Date: Tue, 19 May 2015 20:57:26 -0700 From: Sellar Dhor Subject: Evil is a Man: Blood In Blood Out chapter 36 AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you like what you're reading, let me know: SellarDhor@gmail.com. And let me know where you want the story to go and who you want Jake to end up with. And if you have any ideas for the future, let me know, I might include them. MARCH 9th "Maxim?" "Jake. All those days without a single call, and suddenly, I get called two days in a row. I feel like the luckiest Russian alive. I'm certainly not the luckiest man alive, that distinction would most definitely go to Dr. Herzog." "Günter and I broke up, Maxim." "Well, I take my words back then, I feel very sorry for the man." "He deserves our pity for the awful lot in life he's been given, but he was never in love with me, he was always in love with Min. He's going to leave here as soon as he can and go to her." "I'm so sorry, Jake. You deserve to be loved, not passed over for an ex." "No, I'm not mad or bitter at Günter at all, Maxim. He was right in his choice, and the truth is, I wasn't completely happy with him either. It just wasn't meant to be." "Well, I'm here for you, to provide whatever you need." "Right now, I need advice. I feel uncomfortable staying here any longer. I was thinking of renting some hotel room somewhere and hiding out there." "Absolutely not," he said. "The Police are out there, posting your picture on all the walls, offering a reward. You can't be seen anywhere in public at all." "That's okay, I'll just stay here." "No, the police are searching the whole city. They could look there too eventually." "Well, I'd stay with you, but like you said, that's the first place they'll search." "And they already searched my place top to bottom yesterday. They have no reason to return. It's now the safest place I can think of for you." "Thanks Maxim, I'll go right now." "I'd leave now and escort you, but just in case they have eyes on the Sneg Dvorec, I'd better stay until my normal time. But I'm sending my stagecoach to pick you up, you can trust the driver. I'll meet you at my place for dinner." ***** "Here's to having you back home," he said, toasting me as the two of us ate dinner. "It is good to be back, I must admit." He smiled at that, delighted. "You know what they say about absence. I have missed your presence here beyond reason ever since you left. I care about you so heartily." "I must admit, you and I get along splendidly. I feel much happier with you than I ever did with Günter." "Well, since we are in the spirit of required admittance, I was this close to throwing you a welcome home party tonight. But the truth is, now that you've moved from the number one person of interest in the gossip section of the paper to being the number one suspect in the most wanted section, I took a deep look at my friends and realized that you're the only one I trust explicitly. Well, you and my staff." I put my hand on his. "You're the only one I want to be with right now anyway. And I've come to love this place too." "But it's the first time you haven't been able to leave this place. A prison is still a prison, no matter how large." "That's true, I don't like being locked up. And there's not much opportunity here for good exercise. Before, in my spare time, I'd go for runs through the city, but I can't do that anymore." I pulled my hand away. "Enough about my silly concerns, lets discuss the most serious matter at hand." "You know I hate ruining wonderful meals with talk of business, my friend." "I'm sorry, but I need to have some sort of plan that I can mull over while I'm stuck in here on the lam. So, help me think on how we can kill your father." "We could blow up his train." "No, too messy. There's two innocent captive vampires still there, not to mention whoever he has waiting to be drained. Not to mention innocent staff members. No, we need to kill the man cleanly. Cut him away like a scalpel to cancer. I was thinking I could just march in there armed with some modern weapon that they hopefully don't know how to defend against, and kill Kirill myself." "No, the guards would never let you get close to him armed with anything." "Then I'll kill the guards first." "You are not some super hero from a comic book, my friend. Your super power is to not age and not get sick, that's it. That kind of attack would never be successful." "I've killed vampires before, Maxim." "Not with your muscles but with your wits. No, you're not going. There's too much chance of failure, and even if you did somehow manage to get lucky, it's much too dangerous." "I'm willing to die for this if I have to, Maxim." "No, that's totally unacceptable to me. You will not be involved in the attack, and that's final. I think I should go in there and use my fire power to toast him." "No, you can't just walk in and murder your father like that. You'll be executed for patricide." "I don't care." "No, I won't agree to that." "So, we are at a standstill. We could just forget all this and have some fun tonight." "No. Let's forget about a full-frontal assault." "But I know it's impossible for you to forget about my full-frontal assault of your body," he laughed. "Seriously, I think I was on the right track before. This guy is way too strong to lose a battle, but how about a battle to an illness? I just botched it by trying to infect him with bacteria. This time, let's get him with the flu. I bet Günter has some flu patients at the hospital we could use to infect someone with." "I agree, a virus is the easiest way to kill him." "And the easiest thing to cover up, to make sure you're never pinned with murder. But now, we need to think of a carrier. I'd do it myself, but I can't get sick." "I'll infect myself." "No, you are not killing yourself to take out your father, I thought I made that clear. We need a third party. A human or a fangless female vampire, someone who won't die from the flu. Do you know anyone who can help?" "If I didn't even know a single person I trusted inviting to a party in your honor, what makes you think I can find anyone I trust with killing my father?" "No, I should have guessed that. I think I have a person. Alik Grishan, the man who fought me in the fending duel." "Do you trust this man with your life?" "Not at all. But he's already involved in all sorts of illegal activity, so he won't ever turn us in. And he'll do anything for enough money. If we promise him a big payday, he's ours." "That is, until Kirill promises him a larger sum to betray us." "He's not smart enough to double cross us like that. Listen, he may not be the ideal choice, but he's the only choice." "Fine, I'll let you talk to him, then. And I'll pony up his wages, of course." "Thanks for doing that. I'm writing down the address of his gym on this napkin. Just stop in on your way to work tomorrow and tell him to meet me here if he's interested." "Will do." ***** After dinner, Maxim said he had work to do, so I went up to my bedroom and got ready for bed. I looked to see if Maxim was visible in his tower, but there was no sign of him, so I nodded off. MARCH 10th "Sir, a certain Alik Grishan is here for you," said Mrs. Ford. "Alright, thanks, let him in." I hadn't expected him to be there so early. I was still in the shower, and I had to just turn the water off and get out, putting a towel around me. There was the giant, muscular guy in my room, wearing as casual a suit as one could manage in the Carstvo, with a paperboy hat on. He was looking around. "Alik, good to see you." He nodded, looking at me in my towel and raising an eyebrow. "How do you like Maxim's home?" I asked. "It smells. Like Aristocratic stink." I took a whiff. "The only thing I smell is a bit of sweat, and since I'm showered, that must be emanating from your body. So, like usual, you must be smelling yourself. Listen, I'm glad you agreed to come." "Maxim let me know there would be a huge amount of money I had a chance to earn if I did." "Quite right." "And something tells me it's not fencing that I'm supposed to teach you." "No, not this time." "Especially since you already won your fencing duel." "I hope you've forgotten about me beating you in that duel." "In spite of getting hit in the head over and over as a career, I still remember it pretty damn well, unfortunately. I can't seem to forget how you tricked me into losing." "I wasn't trying to trick you, but when I realized I had you confused, I took advantage of that, definitely. But I needed that Bourgeoisie license far more than you did." "You keep telling yourself that." I rubbed my eyes. "Alright, you don't have to cry about it, I forgive you already." "I wasn't crying, I got shampoo in my eyes. Look, I'm not done rinsing off. Let me finish my shower and I'll be right with you. Make yourself at home." I went back into the bathroom, took my towel off, got into the shower again, and started to rinse off. I washed my eyes out really well of soap. I thought I heard some noise behind me, but figured it must have just been the water rushing through my ears. And then, moments later, I was bodyslammed into the shower wall, all sorts of forceful muscle pushing me from behind. I tried to fight back, but my hands were pinned between my body and the shower wall. My attempts to escape were only met with a very large and impenetrable wall of muscle. And then the worst happened: I felt a very large, very hard unit force its way inside me. I felt that it had a condom on it. That's when I screamed in agony, Jericho's image hitting me. I felt a hand move to cover my mouth to keep me silent. "Quiet, you'll scare the help with your cries of pleasure." It was Alik's voice. Alik was raping me, and I couldn't say anything to protest it. "Yeah, I know what you want, I know the only tool in the whole world that can get you screaming in pleasure." He pushed himself all the way inside me, his pubes scratching my tailbone, and it hurt so, so bad. "You said yourself, it's not be fencing that Maxim is paying me for. So, what other service do you know I provide, except fucking?" I tried to shake my head, tried to complain, but he wouldn't let up. "You don't need to shake your head and pretend you don't want me. I knew something was wrong when you got so much pleasure with me fucking you one second and then claimed that you would never pay for sex the next. You have too much pride to admit to me how much you need this, but your body speaks otherwise." He started to screw me, moving back and forth, back and forth. "And I know why Maxim sent me here, telling me he's willing to pay all kinds of money, but not being willing to tell me what I'd be doing. I've been hired by vampires like him before. Let me guess, he wooed you with his vampire good looks, his charm, his impossibly chiseled vampire body, and you all but melted, perhaps even married the guy, for all I know. And then you learned that being a vampire doesn't guarantee they'll be hung. And you just couldn't stand another moment without the pleasure you deserve, not with his pitiful dick. Especially not after you had the pleasure of your life getting split open by this monster down here. So, he decided to pay me to give you the pleasure that he was physically incapable of giving, am I right or am I right?" He increased the pace of his thrusts. "Happens to me all the time, actually. But he offered more money than for just this fuck. He offered so much money, I'm going to be staying here all day and all night, giving you all the pleasure you need. And then, if he pays up, I'm always going to owe your body what it needs. I'll be at your beck and call for the rest of my life, if that's what it takes." I managed to open my mouth and suck down his fingers. "If you want to lick my digits, you go right ahead." I bit his fingers. "Ooow!" he yelled, pulling his hand away. "Look at this, I'm bleeding! Try and remember that I'm not some vampire whose wounds heal as soon as you inflict them!" "GET OFF ME!" I yelled as soon as I could. "What?" "I did not ask you here to do this! It is something else entirely!" "Are you serious, or is this some weird English joke I'm not getting? Because I'm sort of balls deep into my job, here." "THAT is NOT your job! I am so not kidding." "This is not what you're paying me for, to get fucked?" "Screwing me will not get you any of the money you were promised, I promise you." "Well, I guess that was my mistake. I misread why you brought me here completely, I'm ashamed to say." "Yes, major, major, major faux pas on your part." "I don't know what that is, but you have my deepest apologies for the mix-up. Please consider the start of special services that you just received as being on the house. In fact, if you'd like, I can finish these services now, with no payment expected." "Nope, please just remove yourself from my body right this second." Finally, he pulled out of me, and I sighed as the pain left my body. I was almost so angry, I wanted to send him out of the house with nothing. But I knew he was our only shot at killing an evil man, and I also, quite frankly, couldn't trust him not to turn me over if he had enough reason to hate me. That meant I had to swallow my pride and let bygones be bygones. "Do you mind if I wash off now?" he asked, pulling off his condom and throwing it away. "I hope you remember that I let you shower back at the gym the last time we did this." "You're already in the shower, might as well get some use out of it. Hopefully you'll smell less sweaty by the time you're done." He grabbed soap and started to scrub his dick. It looked so painfully hard, I felt bad for him. "Do you want to wash my body this time, on the house?" "No, I don't." "Oh, I see, you want me to wash your body, is that how you like it?" "No, I'm done washing, so you can have the shower to yourself." I toweled off, went to the bedroom, and got dressed. When Alik finished, he didn't towel off, he just came into the bedroom naked and wet, leaving annoying wet footprints behind him. At least he had managed to soften down, mostly. "Whatever you thought you were coming here to do, I'm afraid the reality of the request is much more serious. And that's why, before you even hear the request, I need you to swear total secrecy, whether you agree to help or not." I got a bandage and mended the bite on his fingers. "I'm the best there is at secrecy, it comes with the job. I swear it." "We want you to help us kill Kirill, in return for the money Maxim promised." "If it means an end to his Decency Codes, I'm in." "It does, and his Decency Police." "Wait a second, are you asking me to die for this?" "No. There's going to be risk in what you're doing, but I'm not going to send you into any situation in which you are likely to meet your death." "Then yeah, I agree. How could I turn down that money? What do I have to do?" "Let yourself get infected with the flu, and then infect the Tsar. But you only get your payment if you kill the Tsar. If you fail to kill him, you get nothing. "I'll do it." "I'd do that myself, but I can't get any illness." "Why not?" "I'm something weird. Just like a human, only I can't get old or get sick, ever." "Oh, that makes me feel better about not contracting any STDs from you since I didn't have a condom on the first time we met. I'm usually so strict about condoms." "Yeah, it's pretty irresponsible.. Alright, now that you're on board, I'm going to call you when I have more information for you. Until then, act normal, and don't say a word to anyone." ***** "Are you calling because you've changed your mind about us splitting up? Was your bed as lonely as mine was last night?" "No, that's not why I'm calling you, Günter. It's about Kirill. Are you free to talk?" "I'd hope so, given my first comment to you." "Well, we found a man willing to infect himself with the flu and then pass it on to Kirill. When we need to move forward, would you be able to get him around flu patients?" "Indeed. This is the ideal time of year for the flu. And I just ordered some modern surveillance equipment to help us stay connected, all under the guise of ordering new medical supplies." "Oh, perfect. As soon as they come, bring them here, to Maxim's. We'll make it our center of operations." ***** I'd spent dinner filling in Maxim on the progress we'd made. "Now what we need to do is find some way to get Alik to infect Kirill without being killed afterwards. Do you think we can get him hired as a staff-member on the train?" "No, that's not going to happen," he said. "But I'll figure out something. Let me look into it at work." "Sounds good." "And really, that's enough business tonight. Not another word." "Alright." "Did you stay locked away in the mansion all day, or did you breakaway and get outside?" "No, I stayed inside. I was very good." "Your willpower is unparalleled. And to reward you for being so good, my friend, I want to show you something outside in the courtyard. Something that will get us some much needed exercise, I hope." We stepped outside into the courtyard. "Wow, the lake is so beautiful from here," I said, as that was all I could see. "But it's so cold outside." "Here, put on my coat and hat, I insist." Maxim wrapped his very Russian faux-fur hat on my head and put his fancy faux-fur jacket around me. "This is splendidly warm, thanks." "Now, come on." He started to wander into the dark ground. "You want me to walk out there in the dark?" "Here, I'll lead you." He put his arm around my back and led me through the snowy ground of the courtyard in the direction of the lake. "If the idea you had for exercise involves us skinny dipping in the lake, obviously you've never heard of frostbite. Watching while your penis gets amputated later tonight is not my idea of a good time." "I'm sorry, all I heard in that sentence was my penis, later tonight, and a good time. The other words just didn't register, somehow. But fear not for the health and livelihood of my penis, as we are not going in the lake." "What else could be out here?" "There," he said. "Stop here." "Yes?" "You don't see it?" "The lake?" "No, right in front of us." "I can't see anything." "Well, let's try lighting up the place, then." He blew out fire, and then the fire separated into floating blobs and moved away from us. The blobs turned into the shapes of dozens of candelabras, which all moved into a large circle in the field in front of us, lighting up the space between us and the lake. I gasped, not just because the flame candelabras were such a beautiful creation of his. With me seeing what was in front of us, it surprised and excited me. "Is that what I think it is?" "Our very own ice-skating pond." "Has this been here the whole time, and you've never shown me?" "No, I stayed up late last night building it for you. So you wouldn't miss the one in the city square." I reached over and hugged him. "You are such a sweetheart." "And the best part is, no one can see us out here, so you can come out to ice-skate whenever you need the exercise." "You do know I have never ice skated before." "It's not an easy skill for an adult to pick up, but I'll do my best to teach you. Here, sit here." He led me to a nearby bench and had me sit down while he pulled out a pair of skates. He removed my shoes and put my skates on, lacing them up for me. And then he started to put his own pair on. I stood up, excited, and walked towards the ice on my blades. "You might want to wait for me to get there." "I'm just stepping onto the ice, I'm not going anywhere. Whoa!" I started to fall backwards as soon as I hit the ice, my arms flailing. I was saved from hitting the ground by Maxim running over and catching my butt. "Whoops, this is a lot harder than it looks. Thanks for that save." "I'll jump in front of a train in order to save my second favorite part of you unharmed." "Thank you. Wait a second, what exactly is your first favorite part of me? Scratch that, I don't want to know." "Why, your handsome face, of course. Now, I'm just going to hold you like this until you get your ice legs." "Is that even a phrase?" "It is now." His hands supported my butt and hips while I stood up and planted my skates into the ice. "Okay, I think you can let go of me now." He did, and I was able to keep my balance and stand up on my own. He stood up as well and started to skate forward. "Can you keep up with me?" "How are you doing that?" I asked. "What?" "Moving on your own like that. I can't do anything but stand here." "Or fall, I've seen how well you can do that." "That too." "It's hard for me to describe how I make myself go, Jake. But that's okay, I can push you." He skated behind me and spooned my body, wrapping his arms around me. It was a very romantic position. And then he pushed both of us forward locked together like that. "This is so amazing!" "I'm going to turn. Just give into my body and don't fight the movement." He moved us both to the right before we could reach the other side of the ice, and I turned with him without falling. "You are such a sweetheart for setting all this up, just like the skating rink in the city. Well, except for the other couples skating, perhaps." "I can fix that." He surprised me by blowing out fire again, and then, moments later, many balls of fire turned into life-size men and women, dressed up and ice skating in paired off couples. Seeing them all around was wonderfully entrancing. "You're going to melt through the ice!" "They aren't actually touching the ice, don't worry." "I love them, they are such a beautiful addition. And since they aren't real people, they can't laugh at how lousy I am at this." "I forgot. There's also a string quartet playing in the square downtown." He added four musicians just off the ice. "But I'm afraid musical instruments made of fire just don't sound as good." "I can solve that problem." I pulled my phone out and made it play fitting classical music. "Ah, see? The music adds so much to the mood. Okay, I think I'm ready to move on my own now." "Are you sure? You still seem wobbly. I'm fine spending our whole first time like this." "I'm sure." I pulled away from him, and managed to move my skates left and right until I made myself move forward. "I've got it! I'm just a bit off-balance still." "Here, I can help with that." He came up beside me and held my hand, giving me just enough support to get me through my fears. "Hey, we look just like any of the other couples here." "Only, you know, not made out of fire or anything," I said. "Well, yes." "I bet you're wishing that suit of yours was made of fire. Well, you look ridiculously underdressed in that suit. You must be freezing. There must be something else you can wear." "Oh, there is, shall I change real fast?" "Of course, I want you to be comfortable." He skated over to the side of the ice and started to pull his clothes off. "Why on earth are you starting to take your clothes off out here for?" "You remember I told you that I either wear a suit or I wear nothing at all. And you're the one who demanded I change out of my suit, and since you know I have only two outfits in my limited repertoire, that clearly was a demand on your part that I strip nude." When he had finished undressing to the point where he was only in his skates, he bundled up and threw his clothes into the lake, laughing heartily. "Maxim, that's another suit ruined! And, I don't care what you say, this one was not on me!" He seemed to take special glee as he got back on the ice, his huge equipment just dangling there between his legs as he skated. He offered to retake my hand, but I refused, embarrassed. "Too embarrassed to be my partner? How could you possibly manage that when the only eyes that could ever see us here are made of fire?" "They look real enough to me. Only if these were real people, they'd be reacting to your nudity a lot more than they are." "Quite right, I can fix that." And then, instead of indifference, the people all started to gawk and smile at Maxim's penis, making me laugh. "Whoa, did that fire woman just faint in happiness?" "Well, you can't blame her. I believe that was your reaction the first time you saw me naked too." "It was not!" "I see the way you're very politely keeping your eyes off of me. Let's see if you can keep that up when I'm encircling you." He moved faster on his skates than I had even known someone could go, encircling me over and over with skill, making it impossible to avoid him. "Alright, I see you already." He started spinning in place super fast, his huge, soft penis swirling out and around him as he did, which I'm sure he was very aware of, as I could hear him continue his deep laugh. "Alright, enough showing off, I'll take your hand again." He stopped his antics, took my hand in his, lifted it up, and kissed it. Just when our laughter had died down and a romantic glow took over, the weather changed quickly. Before, the snow had been falling slowly and peacefully, but all of the sudden, a strong wind came in, and with it, heaps of snow coming down. It was beautiful in its own way, but biting. "Okay, that did it, now I'm officially freezing," he said. "You'll get no sympathy from me, wearing what you are." "That long, furry coat I gave you looks might fine right now." "Do you want it back?" "I would love it feel its warmth." "Go ahead and take it." "What a splendid invitation!" Before I knew it, he pulled my jacket open, pushed his naked body against mine, and pulled the jacket closed behind him. He started to hug and hold onto my body, rubbing to warm himself off, and I felt the huge weight of his unit against me. "I meant, would you like the jacket once it is removed from my body!" "This will do just fine, thank you." Laughing, I tried to push him off, but just ended up knocking both of us to the ice. He made sure to hit the ice under me, protecting my body from harm, and then we continued to roll together until I was on my back and he was on top of me, hugging me. His beautiful, bearded face looked down at me with such joy. "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked him. "Doing what?" "Making it so hard not to fall for you?" "We're both lying on the ice, Jake. I'd say we've both fallen hopelessly." With the sound of the classical music still playing, those gorgeous flame ice-skaters swirling around us magically, I lost myself to him. I opened my mouth and kissed his lips as my fingers cradled his head. And then he responded in urgency, his lips kissing me everywhere, tickling me with his beard. The kiss was wonderful, soaked with all the romance his gift had given to me. And then the romance turned into desire, as his kisses became more fervent and our bodies searched one another out. I felt his dick turn hugely rigid and wanting, felt mine do the same, and we knew what our bodies wanted. The sexual, desirous Maxim came out to play. It wasn't until his fangs popped out as we were kissing that I stopped myself. "What's wrong?" he asked. I shook my head. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you like that. It wasn't right to do, and I'm afraid I've spoiled our evening." "Never apologize for kissing me when your kisses taste and feel like they do. If anything, you should be apologizing for ending it." I got up and started to take my skates off. "It's getting cold out here, even for me. I love this gift, but it's time to put it away for the night." "Aren't you going to cover my body from any unwanted servants eyes when we go back in there?" "And give you another chance to cozy up your naked body against me? You made your bed, Maxim." "Fine, I'll just have to do this." He blew another flame from his mouth, but this one encircled his body, turning into a suit made of flames that covered up his nudity, and I was sure, made him much warmer. "How come you didn't just do that to begin with when you got cold instead of attacking me?" "I think I'm better off not answering that and letting it remain a mystery." I thanked him profusely for the wonderful night, and went up to bed. ***** After I had dozed off that night, I woke up feeling hot. I had stripped off all my clothes in my sleep. And I was hot in a different way, I realized, as I was totally turned on. It was Maxim's fault I was this pent up sexually. Being around him turned me on so much. I noticed a red glow through the curtains. I got up, walked over to the windows, and took a peek through them. I was looking into Maxim's room, and he was in the middle of impaling another fire person, and it didn't take me long to realize it was me. Of course, he had no idea he was being watched, as my curtains were usually shut closed. He sure was one sexy specimen of a male form, making me at least somewhat jealous of my fire-twin. I started to beat off watching Maxim from afar. And then the fire went out suddenly, certainly before he had climaxed, and I looked to his face to figure out why. He was staring with a look of anger in my direction. I realized he must have seen my eyeball through the crack in my curtain with his telescopic vision. I quickly pulled the curtains shut, feeling caught and guilty. But then I heard odd noises from the street behind me, and I opened the curtains on the other side of the room and looked out. I could see many stagecoaches stopping and men stepping onto Maxim's driveway. This was what had ended Maxim's party early, not anything he had seen in my window. I jumped when I saw the men were wearing Decency Police uniforms. My phone rang, and I answered it. "Maxim? I see them. What am I going to do?" "My guards won't hold them long, so I need you to work as fast as you can. Pack all of your things up and make the bed. Look through your room and make sure there's no sign you returned there after the last time they searched it. I'm coming there now." I threw my things in my bags, cleaned up my room WAY more hastily than I would ever clean something of mine under normal circumstances, and then realized I was still naked. I started searching through the bed sheets for my lost pajamas, but I couldn't find them. "Are you ready?" asked Maxim, grabbing my bag and walking towards the door. He was still naked himself, his dick softening but still incredibly powerful. "I can't find my PJs in here!" "Just make the bed and let's go! They are in the house and on their way!" Frustrated, I pulled the covers over and made the bed quickly before running out of the room, leading Maxim down the stairs in the hall away from my tower. Maxim threw my bag into a storage closet, letting us move faster. Maxim's hearing must have heard something I missed, because, just before I turned a corner, he grabbed me, pulled me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and carried me into a bathroom. We stayed silent as we heard officers run past us towards my bedroom, clearly searching there first. If it hadn't been for Maxim, I would have run right into it. Maxim set me down again, and once we were sure no one else was coming, we went back in the hall and ran up the stairs and through the door into Maxim's room, which so far I had seen, but never touched. He locked the door behind us, and I went around double checking the curtains were all locked shut in the tower. He started calling someone, though I couldn't hear who he was talking to as I made sure the bathroom had its curtains shut too. When I went back into the bedroom, he was saying, "Yes, that's right, Doctor." Somebody pounded on the door, not the least bit gently. "Open up, under the orders of our esteemed Tsar!" "I will not." He was pinching his noise to sound nasally, and he faked a phlegm sound in his voice, much better than I could have done. "We can break the door down, if we must." "Yes, that's fine, break it down and come in the room, and leave with a potentially deadly virus. I'm quarantined, under the doctor's orders. Doctor Herzog, I'm putting you on speaker phone. Please tell these gentlemen how important it is I stay in here." "Mr. Petrov is absolutely right," said Günter. "He could very well have the flu, and I've ordered that no one in the city be let in except for me and his butler. If you break my chief resident medical requirements, I'll have the Tsar on the phone right away, and he's likely to find you guilty of Code Breaking. That goes for all you officers there, is that clear?" "Yes, Doctor." "Since Mr. Petrov isn't the one you're trying to arrest, just leave him be and search the suspect's quarters. Do whatever you must, but don't break quarantine." "Yes, Doctor." Maxim hung up the phone. "So, officer, do whatever searching you must, and then be going." "Actually, sir, we have orders from the Tsar to remain here at least overnight, hoping the convict will show." "You must have heard what a great host I am, but I'm afraid it will be impossible to look after you fellows in the way I should when I'm locked away in here. Another time, perhaps, but I'd prefer you leave for now." "Don't worry, we'll make ourselves at home here while we wait." "Oh, splendid." "And we'll be happy to post a guard at the entrance to your tower, to be sure no one comes in and accidentally breaks your quarantine." "How kind of you." The officer left, walking down the stairs. I mouthed to Maxim if it was safe to talk then. "GUARDS!" Maxim shouted. "Oh guards, I have important information to tell you!" After a few seconds of no reply, he nodded. "If they can't hear that, they can't hear anything we do." His voice sounded completely healthy again. He grabbed the phone. "Mrs. Ford, can you come and see me here, please? Thanks." "I'm naked here," I complained. "Can I borrow a pair of your PJs?" "I don't own any." "A bathrobe, then?" "That and the rest of my clothes are in my clothes room downstairs." "Downstairs?! You have a whole room for your clothes down there instead of just having a closet up here like a normal person?" "I told you, I have a lot of suits." "So, since you spend the entire time you are in your bedroom naked, how do you get from your closet to your bedroom?" "I just walk to it naked. It's just around the hall and a bit of stairs. I never see anyone." "Well, I need to cover myself up. What can I use?" "I'm jumping in bed," he said, pulling the covers up and getting inside after he unlocked the door. "You can either join me here, or get a towel from the bathroom to cover yourself with." I decided on the latter, so I went into the bathroom. "There's nothing but washcloths in here!" "I mostly air dry." There was a knock, and Maxim asked Mrs. Ford to come in while I hid in the bathroom. "Master, I the officers down there just asked me if you were indeed quarantined due to illness, and if I'd seen Mr. Groves at any point." "And what did you say?" "No to the seeing Mr. Groves, and yes to you being very ill, of course." "You are the best, Mrs. Ford! Mr. Groves is hiding in here with me until the officers leave. We may need provisions delivered here from you, but at the moment, we are fine." "Yes Master, but anything brought would have to be searched by the guards, so I couldn't bring anything that would arouse suspicion." "Thanks, Mrs. Ford, that will do." "See, aren't you glad I made you hire the woman?" I said, coming out of the bathroom and locking the bedroom door. "Very much so, thank you. Well, it looks like we're locked up together in here for the whole night at least, so I suggest we get some sleep. Unless, of course, you had something else in mind." I looked at him in bed. He had the covers pulled up to his dark brown pubes, but above that, his gorgeously ripped muscles were all out on display. I could only look at him for a moment without starting to get hard. "No, um, nothing at all is on my mind. Besides sleep, I mean. Nothing but sleep." "Which side would you prefer?" "I think I would be better off right here." I hopped onto the small, uncomfortable couch in the room, feeling like my discomfort was all too familiar. "That couch isn't meant to be slept on, it's not large enough. Please just join me in bed." "But you said you wouldn't be able to behave yourself if you were in bed with me." "I promise to behave myself this time." "You'd better," I said, cautiously hopping into bed with him and sitting on the extreme right side of the bed. "Just stay on your side, and we should be fine. Thanks so much for all you've done for me today." "You know I love taking care of you." ***** In the first couple hours of the night, every time I woke up, I realized I was further and further from the edge of the bed and closer and closer to its center. I wondered if Maxim had been pulling me towards him, but he was sleeping on his back, his face having an all too rare look of complete innocence to it. In fact, he too was getting closer to the middle of the bed somehow as the night went on, yet he showed no sign of switching his position at all. When I finally hit Maxim's warm body, in spite of wanting nothing more than to embrace him, I got up jumped off the bed. "Where are you going?" asked Maxim, apparently not asleep. "Out of the bed that sags in the middle." "It's designed to bring its occupants closer together." "I can see that." I walked over to his couch and curled up on it, as uncomfortable as it was. Maxim stood up with an angry huff, and I could see he was totally hard and leaking sweet precum. He walked over to the couch, picked me up, scraping my butt and legs with his solid erection in the process, and placed me back in the bed. "Maxim, you can't force me to share a bed with you." "I'm not," he said. "I'm forcing you to sleep in my bed." "Is there a difference?" "Unfortunately, yes!" He got onto his couch and curled up, shutting his eyes. "You are much larger than I am, and it's your bed. If anyone should be sleeping on the couch, it's me." "While I'm certainly not in agreement that anyone DOES need to sleep on the couch, it's going to be me, and that's not up for discussion. A vampire won't get sore the same way you would." "Well, thank you for being such a gentlemen." "You're welcome." I fell back asleep quickly, and probably slept an hour before being awakened again by some noise. I realized I had kicked the covers off and was sleeping face down, and a rhythmic sound roused me. I opened my eyes and lifted my head to turn towards Maxim. I caught him jerking his crazy huge meat on the couch while he clearly admired my naked butt, his breathing fast. "What are you doing?" He turned red and turned away from me, covering himself up. "Look, I didn't mean to offend you, but I haven't slept a wink all night. You know I can only sleep when I'm holding you, so I thought I would empty the pipes to see if that would help matters." I sighed, feeling guilty again about keeping him out of his bed. "Alright, fine." "Fine, you're not mad at me?" "No, fine, come join me in bed." "Whoa, that is a much, much better fine." Instantly, he was lying in front of me in bed, looking very happy. "But I'm not getting you off Maxim, so you'd better be able to fall asleep just holding each other." "I will, as long as I can hold you, of course I will be able to fall asleep." He cozied up to my backside and put his arms around me, poking me in the crack with his unit. His precum gushed all over my hole. "Wait a second. This is a dangerous position. Let me turn around." I turned around until we were facing each other, dick to dick, and put my arms around him. I took a deep breath of his manly, intoxicating smell. "Yes, this is much better." I yawned. "Maxim, what happens if the policemen stay for days?" "You'll stay in here as long as you need to, and I'll spend every second here with you. We can play games and learn every little thing there is to know about one another. I think it sounds incredibly fun." "Mmm, yes." He kissed me sweetly on the lips as I fell asleep. "I live to take care of you." MARCH 11th I woke up in the morning hearing gentle knocking on the door. Maxim, who was sleeping like a rock, was still holding me, only somehow he had moved positions so instead of his dick pressed against my torso, it had slipped under my balls and in my crack, pushing against my hole, once again totally covering me there with his slime. It was amazing how his dick was drawn there like a magnet to steel. "Maxim, wake up, someone is at the door!" "Hmm?" he asked, stirring finally. "Who is there?" "It's Mrs. Ford, master. I thought you would want to know as soon as the police left the house. They got some report of a sighting of Mr. Groves across town, and took off in pursuit. They said they would not likely be back." "Thanks you, Mrs. Ford," Maxim said. "Oh, this is terrific news! Is this your doing? Did you arrange a fake spotting to draw them away from us?" "No, I had nothing to do with it. I quite liked the idea of being forcibly holed up with you for what could have been an eternity." I jumped out of bed and grabbed my phone. "Nope, never mind, it was Alik. He heard I was wanted, and had one of his friends call in a fake sighting anonymously to try and misdirect them. He says that his actions come at a price, of course. Because he would never do anything simply because it was the right thing to do." "I don't suppose now that you're up there is anything I could say that would make you come back to bed and keep sleeping? Because I don't need to tell you that the only way I can keep sleeping is if you join me." "Sleeping in sounds nice, actually." I hopped back in bed and resumed hugging him. "My gentle, sweet Jake," he said, kissing my forehead as we both started to nod off again. His cell started to go off. "Mmm, aren't you going to get that?" "Just let it ring." It stopped ringing, then started up again. "Maxim." "Just ignore it and sleep with me here." "It's too loud to ignore." He looked at me annoyed, and then grabbed the phone from his nightstand while never stopping holding onto my body. "Yes? Oh, hello, Edmund. Ah, did you? You heard I was sick and quarantined, and called to wish me better? No, that's not it? Well, what if I was sick and quarantined? What if I couldn't come out for a week? Oh, you're sending over your personal physician to diagnose me in order to make sure I'm not faking in order to get out of today? Well, you can call him off. What you heard is nothing more than rumor, in fact. I am not sick. Yes, as I said a thousand times, I'll be there today. No, I'm not still sleeping, and no, I'm not on any substances. I'll be there." He hung up and tossed his phone so hard it almost broke. "What is it that Edmund wants you so badly to attend today? A work meeting?" "Of sorts, yes." "You're not telling me the whole truth." "The truth is, it's my wedding." I jumped back, shocked. "Your wedding is today?!" "Perhaps so." "What are you doing in bed with me? You need to get up, get your tux on, get over there!" "Alright, alright, I'm moving." "I didn't expect your wedding to be this soon. Didn't you only just meet your fiancé?" "Indeed, and I've never been allowed to see her since that evening I met you. But he makes the rules, he can do as he pleases. And he and Gala have been planning this day for months. I told them I would have no part it any of the planning, of course." "And that means Lorna is moving in here after?" "Well, yes, I'm afraid so." "Oh my goodness. I'll have them wash these sheets today, and put some towels in the bathroom, for crying out loud. And me, I can't be here, Maxim. I know that Edmund has you contractually obligated to be procreating with her pretty much non-stop. It's too weird for me to think of you two doing all that when I'm under the same roof." "No, you can't leave." "I'll just move back in with Günter, it's not a big deal. I don't want her to feel like some rival is under the same roof as her." "Well, we actually will be going straight from the ceremony to a contractually required two-night honeymoon, so please don't leave at least until we get back. And even then, I'd much rather still have you here, no matter what the circumstances, but I obviously can't lock you away here." "No, you can't. And if you had told me you were getting married today, I never would have never gotten in the same bed as you last night." "And then I would have been falling asleep at the ceremony, is that what you would have wanted?" "I don't care about that!" "Well, will you at least kiss me good--" "Good bye?" "No, good luck." "I can't kiss you. I can't even look at you without seeing your penis hanging out there. I feel like I'm betraying your wife to be just by looking at you. So, me telling you good luck will have to do. Try and focus on what's at stake, what would be taken from you if you didn't go through with this." "I will." ***** It was a rare clear day in Krasnyj Sneg, and I had the curtains pulled back in my tower (which I had re-moved into again) in order to watch the sunset. I had the radio in my room on, and Mrs. Ford had turned the station to the broadcast of the wedding, telling me they couldn't go live because they were worried Maxim might use profane language, so it was delayed by a half hour. A chatty, gossipy duo of radio announcers constantly going over every exquisite detail of the event made me want nothing more but to turn all of it off, but I felt like I had to listen as Maxim's friend. There was no talk of any wedding party outside the main couple, no best man or maid of honor. The minister was some government official, and never said anything the least bit religious. I knew it was silly, but listening to the ceremony, I started to cry. I would have never let myself cry if anyone was there to see me, but since I was alone, I allowed myself this off burst of emotion. I was jealous of Lorna, not because I wanted her wedding, but because I wanted her mate. "Do you, Lorna, take Maxim to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, from this day forward, until death do you part?" asked the minister. "I do," Lorna replied. "And do you, Maxim, take Lorna to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, from this day forward, until death do you part?" "I do." It was the first time he had spoken, and my heart hurt to hear those two words. "Then with the power invested in me, I now pronounce you--" "Wait!" "What?" "Wait, I need to go back!" There were many gasps in the audience. "What, Maxim?" "I need to go back! I'm changing my answer to I don't!" "He can't do that, it's too late!" said Edmund. "No, it's not too late, they haven't kissed yet!" said the minister. "Maxim, what is your answer? Think carefully." Edmund's voice came through angry. "Remember that failing to marry her would be a breach of contract. You would have a lawsuit against you by the end of the day, and when they find you guilty, it would mean a couple years jail time. It might mean losing your right to be Tsar." "Think on all of that, and answer again. Do you take Lorna to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, from this day forward, until death do you part?" "No, I don't. I can't. Because I don't love this woman. And I'm utterly and completely in love with someone else. I don't care about the consequences, don't care what laws I break. Being untrue to my heart would be a far greater crime." "This isn't over, Maxim," said Edmund. "You will marry her still, I will see to that." "Well, we can't believe it would end like this, but there the groom goes, running out of the hall." Before I could process this abrupt change, fire flew in and smothered the windows of my bedroom, startling me. As I watched, the fire gathered into shapes, which I soon realized were letters. "Jake Grove, you are loved!" spelled the fire letters. My eyes stung with tears, seeing that made me so happy. The fire disappeared, and in its place Maxim appeared on the outside of my window, dressed in his beautiful, period tux, with a black silk ascot tie. "You climbed up?" I asked. "Let me in, or I'll break the window down." I unhooked the window. "You couldn't have climbed the stairs like a normal person?" "I couldn't wait that long," he said as he came through my window. "I've run as fast as I can all the way here. Because I need you to know, the idea of being with Lorna or anyone else makes me flaccid. I'm totally in love with you, and the thought of being without you devastates every millimeter of me. Please tell me you'll let me be your man." "Even though that means you'll need to be monogamous?" "I'd never want anyone else anyway, Jake." "And you know I will never want you to top me?" "I don't care about that." "But what about all you are giving up by breaking your contract?" "Let them do what they want to me. I would rather be drawn and quartered as punishment for loving you than to live a lie." "But Maxim, I care for you greatly, but I don't love you, not yet. It's too soon for me, though I'm sure I'll fall in love with you with time." "That's all I need." "Then yes, yes. I would love to be yours, Maxim." He started to cry, perhaps in a mixture of shock and pleasure, and he pushed me against the glass of the window. He kissed me with hard devotion, and it felt so good to be able to completely let myself be taken by him, to no longer have to fight him or my own desires. He ripped off the pajamas I was in, leaving me naked, and I knew what he and I both needed right then. His hands roamed over my body. "We should go to the bed," I suggested. "No time to bother." I knew there was no arguing with him, he was going to have me right there and then. He didn't even stop his actions long enough to take his tux off, he just quickly pulled down his fly and pulled his dick out. He was oozing precum all over the outside of his suit, leaving nothing to the imagination about what his body needed from me. It turned me on to see him in his fancy tux with the only parts of showing his skin being his head, his hands, and that incredible dick through his fly. As usual, his thick meat stood straight out of his body, his massive balls somehow being pulled out as well. He gave me such a fiery, needful look, melting me with his scalding sexuality. He pressed his giant tool against my own, and both were hard as stone. I luxuriated in the touch of his uncut behemoth, able to enjoy it for the first time without one shred of guilt. I felt every one of his massive veins on that the underside of his shaft. I loved as hot precum splashed all over my dick and stomach. As his lips and tongue attacked my mouth, his arms clutched and grabbed my legs, pulling them up and resting them on his hips. My hands gripped into the back of his tux, holding myself steady as he started to thrust up and down against my body, against my dick. The pleasure he was creating was lighting me on fire, and I moaned through his kisses. And boy, did those kisses taste incredible, as spicy as a jalapeno. And his masculine sweat invaded my nostrils, setting me even more off. I was putty in his arms as he humped me against that window, moving faster and faster, never letting up on his relentless speed, attacking me with his dick. As he pummeled me with his superhuman velocity, he was totally splattering hot, sticky precum all over my naked body with every thrust. We were at it against the window like that until the sun had finished setting and the lights of the city came out before us, moving me even more with their beauty. "Bite me, Maxim," I said. He didn't hesitate for a second before thrusting his fangs into my neck. The pain was just temporary, and then the sexual pleasure flowed through me, sexual pleasure that was all the more intense because of the powerful yearning my body had for his. I loved how his fangs lit my whole body on fire from the inside out. I wanted him to keep on biting me forever. Because of Maxim's obsession with shared pleasure, it was of no surprise when he had us climax at the same time. His whole body tensed at the exact same time mine did. I could feel his giant balls against mine pulse and throb and they sent their seed through them. Maxim yelled embarrassingly loud as his climax hit him. When he started to shoot, I was right there with him. But while my load was as impressive as I was capable of, his put my own to shame. He totally gushed out a whole sea's worth of semen all over both of us, so much so that some of it even splashed on my face and into my waiting lips. His seed gushed into my mouth and I loved his manly flavor, which I licked up gratefully. When it was over, he licked my throat wound closed sweetly. "I'm afraid we've managed to ruin another suit, this one even more valuable than any of the others," I said when I looked at the huge splattering of wet all over the front of it that both of us contributed towards. "It's nothing that my servants can't clean," he said. It seemed that Maxim was going to hold me forever, which was very touching. I was the one who put my feet back on the ground. "Whoa, just a bit dizzy," I said, steadying myself. "Oh no, you are?" "Just a little bit." "I hope I didn't hurt you. I have to remind myself when we're having sex that you're not a vampire like me. You're a very breakable human. You drive me out of my mind with desire for you, more than I ever knew I could feel. Sometimes I fear my passion for you will be so intense, that I'll rip right through you. But I don't want to force myself to be gentle and demure when I want you to feel what I feel for you." "The sex was unbelievable, Maxim. I wouldn't change a thing. If I'm a little banged up or dizzy afterwards, it's still worth it." He laughed his big, signature laugh and then kissed me. "I've always wanted someone who felt the same level of desire, and now, my solnyshko, I've found you. I think sex should bring equal measures of pleasure to both partners, so if you ever feel like I'm getting so rough that your own pleasure is diminished, tell me, and I'll pull myself back." "Thanks, I will tell you," I said. "Because I agree completely, sex should be about pleasuring both partners." I had learned that lesson the hard way with Günter. "But now that I've banged you up, I`m going to take care of you. I'm absolutely the best there is at taking care of my loved ones." He swept me off my feet and pulled me against his chest. "Maxim, I can really walk on my own. I'm not that bad off here." "No, don't even try. I wouldn't hear of it." He carried me out of my bedroom and into his tower, with me thankful no one saw us in transit, with him having his dick still hanging out of his suit and me naked and covered with slime, but luckily, no one did. "Will you move in here with me now?" he asked as he carried me towards the bed. "If course I will." "Good, because on the nights I've been able to hold you, especially when we've gotten off together, those are the only nights I've ever gotten real sleep. It's amazing how much more fulfilling life is on the subsequent days, how much happier I've been." He set me down on the bed gently, then got a wet washcloth from the bathroom and wiped down my skin, patiently and slowly, until I was all clean. It wasn't long before he had dinner brought up to us. I told him I would be fine walking down to the dining room, but he wouldn't let me get up. He cut my food up first and then fed me and himself at the same time. I tried to take over feeding him, thinking it would be romantic, but he told me that he was the vampire, clearly feeling guilty about me doing any work at all for his sake. As we lay naked in each other's arms on our way to sleep, both of us were so incredibly happy. "Let's run away together," he suggested. "We can leave tomorrow. Never come back." "Where would we go?" "You need to meet with the remaining four Blood leaders. Dr.Herzog would help us find the Chinese Blood if we asked him for help. We could go together. I could protect you." "That sounds like a great option for us, and let's keep that as a possibility in the near future. But I can't just leave Kirill on the throne here. Not when I know his body count piles up everyday. We have to try and kill him if we can. If I think we don't have a shot, then I'll agree to run with you." "And I actually managed to make progress on that front too. I've got the perfect way we can get Alik in and out of the Tsar's train without being hurt. We just need to move forward with the plan as quickly as possible, before this door closes on us." I reached for my phone. "I'll ask for Günter and Alik to come over tomorrow. This place will serve as mission command." "And just so we're clear, you're staying here and not getting physically involved in any of it this time?" "If I can do anything off site that would help, I'd love to be involved in that way." "There's nothing you could do, my solnyshko, not without putting yourself in danger of being captured. Stay here and help the rest of us stay coordinated." "You mean, by leading everyone from here?" "Not leading me, but by helping me communicate with the group. I'm only going to help if I know you'll be safe." "You are my boyfriend now, Maxim. I'm just as concerned here about your safety. There's no reason in my eye why you should be at a greater risk than I am." "I'll tell you why. I'm a vampire, and you're a human. I can get stabbed and shot and burned and still come back kicking. Can you say the same? No. You are a delicate creature that should not be at risk." "Technically I'm not a human. I'm the One." "Which means you can't age, get sick, or get glamoured. All other strengths or skills the One might gain only comes to him through spell-casting. If I could teach you anything about those spells, you know of course I would. But I can tell you, there's not a soul in the Petrov Blood that knows a thing about spell-casting, and I hate to break it to you, but no other vampire is ever going to help you in that capacity. They keep that sort of info tightly guarded in The Bridge. And speaking of that lovely secret society, the only way you'll ever get stronger than you are is to join them and have them teach you all your spells. But that power comes at a steep price. I don't know how they do it, perhaps with spells of their own, but any One that goes into The Bridge comes out a mindless assassin, killing all fanged vampires regardless of their merits. Is that what you want to become? A tool of the Bridge to murder us? If The Bridge had found you before the vampires did, it would have been you who murdered Parker, not his brother. Go to The Bridge now, only if you want to gain your One powers in exchange for murdering Cornelius, your Native American friend, me, Dr. Herzog, and Vasos. Okay, maybe Vasos was a bad example, I know there isn't much love between the two of you." "I may not be too fond of him because I think he's been petty with me ever since I didn't give him exactly what he wanted, but that doesn't mean I would ever want him dead. No, Maxim. I would never join The Bridge, I can assure you. I am not a cold-blooded murderer." "I know you're not. I'd feel better about you being at risk if you were a vampire. I'm one of those people who is so emotional, they could only turn someone they absolutely loved. I could do that to you right now, if you wanted." "No. I don't ever want to be a vampire. You know how I am about blood, and that's just the first reason why I'd never want that for me." "I can understand that. Being a vampire comes with all sorts of negatives as well, I can assure you. I won't suggest it ever again. And that means you'll be stuck with what you are. Just as vulnerable as other humans, and that means you aren't putting yourself at needless risk. End of story." "But you're okay with Alik, another human, going in and being in the most dangerous position of all?" "Alik is much bigger and stronger than you are." "Still, as a human, he is a puny little nothing compared to all you vampires." "That may be, but quite frankly, I'm not in love with Alik. I may be selfish, but my interests start and end with you." ***** I woke up that night, my body feeling uncomfortable for some reason. I opened my eyes and realized I was sleeping alone. "Maxim?" "Oh, did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet." He was in the bathroom. "Did you need to take a leak?" I saw he was carrying stuff around, still naked. "No." "I hope my soporific effects didn't wear off?" "No, of course not, I was sleeping like a baby again. But I forced myself awake to take care of this." "What is it?" "I moved all of your stuff into my room." "Maxim, I was going to do that myself tomorrow." "You shouldn't be carrying such heavy things around. It's so easy for me, might as well do it myself. I knew you would argue with me about that, so I did it while you were sleeping." "Well that's very nice, Maxim, thanks." "There's actually a closet here in the bathroom, but I never used it because it was too small for me. It's plenty big enough for your things, so I put everything there for now. When we get you more clothes, and that will be soon, I'm sure, I'll find a whole room closet downstairs for you to use." "Actually, I like the idea of having it all up here, thanks." "And I loaded up the bathroom with towels, since I know you love those." "Thanks Maxim. Come back to bed now." "How can I possibly resist such an invitation, when I still remember all those nights where I dreamed you would say something like that to me but never did?" He jumped into bed, and unlike how we had fallen asleep, face to face, this time he spooned me from behind. He got hard instantly in that position, even as he drifted off to sleep, and I followed him there happily.