For those of you keeping track we are up to 1960 in the story. Coraline is still gone, but she will be making a comeback soon! Josef and Mick have been carrying on their affair, quietly for the last few years. Hope this satisfies you all for a while!
Enjoy!!
Love is Kind
"Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place."
-Zora Neale Hurston
Mick paced his apartment. He just couldn't sit still. This is as bad as being a fledgling! He had to see Josef…now.
He couldn't figure how he got like this. He had been doing fine. He had cut himself off from Coraline, returned to his place and gotten a new job. He was standing on his own two feet, but somehow he couldn't go a week without seeing Josef.
I've got to stop this. I can't become dependant on him. I need to be able to control my own life! I'm eight years old damn it! If I can break the bonds with my sire I sure as hell should be able to break the bonds with my step-sire. But Mick knew that Josef was more than his step-sire.
The last few weeks Mick had been trying to distant himself from Josef. He stopped hanging around, he didn't go to Josef's parties, he even tried to stop calling, but none of it was working. In fact, his need to see Josef had just gotten worse. Last Monday he had finally broken down and tailed the old vamp to his office building, just so he could see him. Mick had a strange feeling that Josef knew he was watching him.
If I go to him like this I'll look desperate. Mick tried to sit and calm himself. He needed to look collected when he walked into Josef's office.
Screw it!
Mick grabbed his keys and jacket and was out the door.
Josef stood in his office, looking out over the city. He was getting impatient. Where the hell is Mick? Why hasn't he called? What's gotten into him?
Josef had been sitting by the phone waiting for Mick's call. He was going through the motions of work, but his heart wasn't in it. All he could think about was Mick. Mick's chest, Mick's arms, Mick's back, Mick's tongue…Mick.
Josef's body tightened at the memory of Mick lying next to him. If I didn't know better, I'd say I am having fledgling withdrawals. But that's impossible. I'm four hundred years old and Mick is not my sire.
But despite his reasoning, he had been getting antsy all week. Except for Monday… For some reason, on his way to work on Monday, he had suddenly felt calm. But he also had the feeling someone was watching him. It was odd; usually that feeling would make him antsy, not calm.
I have to see him. This won't stop until I do. We're just going to have to talk through this like adults. Josef excused himself from the meeting he was in and cancelled all of his appointments for the day. He was packing his briefcase when he heard a disturbance in the foyer. Josef stormed towards his office door, ready to give whomever the disturbance was a piece of his mind.
Josef pulled the door open and saw Mick, fighting his security to get to the door. Josef could smell the desperation rolling off him in waves. Josef's secretary looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry for the disturbance, Mr. Konstan. He'll be removed."
Josef could feel Mick's panic at her statement. But he couldn't speak. His stomach was in knots. Mick panic fueled a burst of strength and he freed himself from the guards.
When Josef thought about it later the scene must have looked like something from a movie. One of those slow motion shots where the hero and heroine's run into each others arms as guards chase them down. But all Josef could remember was the look on Mick's face.
It was love. It was fear. It was compassion. It was everything Josef felt in that moment. As to who was the hero and who was the heroine…well, it didn't really matter. Somehow Josef's feet had carried him across the room, meeting Mick halfway.
There wasn't any greetings just a rough embrace that started and ended with their lips. If Josef had been in his right mind he wouldn't have made such a public display, but he hadn't been thinking for once, and it was nice.
Mick's hands were all over him, his mouth claiming Josef's as its own. Josef couldn't help but moan as Mick slid his hands under the waistband of his pants. If I don't get him to my office soon, I'm going to take him right here, in front of everyone. Josef thought, trying to keep his mind off the pressure of Mick's erection pressed against him.
Josef backed towards his office door, pulling Mick by the collar of his shirt with him. Their mouths were still connected and Josef would bet his fortune that the guards and secretary were frozen in place watching them.
Josef didn't think there could be a sweeter sound then the door latching behind them. He shoved Mick against the wall, pinning him with his body. Mick moaned so deeply that Josef felt his chest vibrate with the sound. Thank god this room is sound proof.
Josef ripped the shirt from Mick's body and tossed it aside. His pants were next. Josef didn't even feel Mick removing his clothes until he found himself free from the cloth prison. Josef released Mick's mouth long enough to let his fang extend without hurting Mick.
"Missed you," Mick muttered.
"You too," Josef replied, but it came out as a guttural growl.
Josef's fangs were at full length and aching to distend further. Mick's jaw was twitching from the pain of his own fangs. Josef pushed Mick harder against the wall, this time raising him off the floor and reclaiming Mick's mouth.
Their fangs made it difficult. Neither could close their mouth and their kiss became a biting frenzy. Josef braced himself against the wall and thrust against Mick. Instinctively, Mick wrapped his legs around Josef's hips and rubbed against him.
Josef bit into Mick's cheek, unable to make it to his neck. Mick's skin created a fire against his and he tried quelling the flames with blood, but it backfired on him. Mick's blood was hot and passionate and the bite only perpetuated the passion.
Mick pushed off against the wall, throwing Josef to the floor, with himself on top. Mick pressed onto Josef, rubbing their bodies together. Josef growled with each thrust and reached up around Mick to run his hands down Mick's back and grab his ass.
Mick started panting from exertion, giving Josef enough of an advantage to kick Mick off of him and send him flying to the couch in front of his desk. Before Mick could register the change in location, Josef was on top of him, pressing him into the couch and scraping his fangs against his.
Mick moaned with every thrust of Josef's pelvis and ran his hands along Josef's sides, encouraging him. Josef sensed Mick's urgency and willed himself to slow down. He wanted to draw out the pleasure, but Mick would not stand for it.
Josef found himself thrown from the couch and onto the desk. Mick was on top of him, bending him backward over the large desk and kissing him urgently. Josef used his strong arms to push himself up. He stood before Mick, pausing every so slightly to look into his eyes. He saw the passion and love reflected from his own eyes.
Josef turned Mick around and bent him over the desk. He grabbed Mick's erection and pumped him a few times. Mick moaned and pressed back into Josef's erection. Josef couldn't wait to ready him. His own erection was too painful and he slamed into Mick from behind. Both let of a roar of satisfaction and pain.
Josef pumped Mick as he slammed into him from behind. He was sure it had to be painful, but he can't stop himself, his body needed the relief. Mick wasn't helping. He was making those noises that drive Josef insane, somewhere between a moan, a whimper and a sigh.
Josef could feel the growl rising in his chest and his whole body shook with the effort to stave off his release. Mick was clawing the desk and pushing himself against Josef trying to comprehend the double assault on his body. Mick's noises became louder and Josef knew that he wouldn't be able to control himself if Mick started screaming his name.
Josef uses his free hand to cover Mick's mouth. Mick bit into the palm of Josef's hand and greedily sucked the blood, fueling his own release. As Mick crashed into oblivion, he released into Josef's hand and screamed Josef's name.
Josef melted. The sound of his own name sent him over the edge. Into the oblivion with Mick. He slammed into Mick, burying himself painfully deep then his whole body went limp.
I love you, Josef thought. It just came to him. For a moment he panicked, but then he realized it was true.
Mick felt Josef's emotions, but he wasn't sure what to make of it. No, he'd never think that. Would he…? I'm probably just projecting my emotions on him. Mick had come to that conclusion in the car. He knew he was in love with Josef. He didn't know what that meant. He'd never been in love with another man, but he knew that he was.
I'm not going to say anything. I don't want to ruin what we have. This might be too much for him to handle, both thought, huddled in each others arms.
