"Michael? …Michael?" Star muttered, prodding at the naked, blanket-clad hybrid next to her. When he didn't respond, she flipped onto her side to view his face which held an empty, vacant gaze with the ceiling. "Michael, what's wrong?" She asked, lightly kissing his bare oblique.
The young man blinked, snapping back into reality. "Huh? Oh—sorry Star." He sighed, turning towards her, letting his eyes wander over her bare flesh, hardly shrouded by the old afghan. He sighed again. "Does is it ever bug you that David's your sire?
She glanced at him oddly. "Not really. I mean… at times he's annoying because he wants me to turn completely, but other than that, no. Why?"
Michael laid flat on his back, folding his arms behind his head. "He just… I can't help but feel like he's always there, looking over my shoulder, you know? Even when we were just in the middle of..." He shook his head, grimacing.
"I know what you mean." She laced her delicate arms around his chest. "It's not so bad. You'll grow used to it."
He closed his eyes, involuntarily imagining David behind his eyelids: His platinum spikes, his solemn, satirical disposition… It wouldn't go away. "But that's just it. It doesn't bother me, but I know it should. I just don't get it." He grumbled. "I'm wigged out because it doesn't wig me out."
Star giggled quietly. "I know, that's just your—"
"Human side." He concluded sarcastically. "Yeah, I know."
They were both silent for a moment. Michael found himself trying to focus on how cozy he was, cuddled up with his fellow "halfling". He tried to replay the sex in his head. Anything instead of David's alluring and sinister face.
"Star?"
"Hm?"
"Are Paul and Dwayne really gay?"
At that, she sat up. "Well, yeah. Didn't you know?"
Michael shrugged. "Nope. Still don't think I buy it."
"But… they are." She smoothly cocked her head and vivacious curls. "You don't think so?"
"I just don't see it." He shook his head again. "I mean, they don't act queer or anything. They're both pretty chill and normal, if you ask me. Well, at least Paul is. I can't say much for Dwayne." He shuddered inwardly. "What's stuck up his ass?"
Star laughed aloud, resuming cuddling. "He just needs to warm up to you, that's all. He's really not that mean."
"Right."
"Give him some time, Michael. Dwayne's really very nice."
Michael scoffed. "I'm sure." He rolled his eyes now, picturing Dwayne's seemingly constant, icy scowl. "Whatever."
Shaking off the thoughts, the muscular half-vampire rolled himself on top of his pretty lover, eagerly indulging in a barrage of kisses.