There's a sex scene in this chapter, just to warn you! Hope you enjoy this chapter! XD I certainly had fun writing it!

Chapter 3-Reminiscing

"Waylon…I've missed you so much!" I let out a sigh as my lips captured his own, missing the look of shock in his eyes as I kissed him deeply. His mouth tasted wonderful…but seemed…different somehow. He didn't kiss back, his hands pushing on my shoulders. Waylon finally managed to push me away, looking shaken his cheeks flaming red, eyes filled with confusion. "Waylon?" I questioned softly, brushing my fingers across his cheek. He jerked away from me, shaking his head slightly, wide eyes staring straight at me. I frowned, this wasn't like the Waylon I knew. Well, maybe I pushed him too far. After all, he was in love with someone else. I was just so happy to see him after all these years…

*Monty's Memory (25 years ago)*

I had been experimenting with how long I was able to go without drinking blood, before I began to feel too weak. I had lasted three days before I couldn't resist the temptation any longer and had gone to the first house I came across. The man had let me in surprisingly fast, my arms had wrapped around his back and my teeth had sunk quickly into his neck. I had moaned at the delicious blood dripping down my throat. Waiting had made it taste so much sweeter!

I was too involved in drinking to realize how the other man was reacting to what was going on. His fingers buried into my hair and his body writhed against me as he groaned. My teeth pulled out of his neck, my tongue licked a few drops of blood that leaked out of the wound. I felt warm and content. My head was spinning rapidly. 'Okay, note to self, never wait that long for blood again!' I thought as I swayed slightly. Before I knew what was happening, the man had spun us around, pushed me onto the bed, and straddled my hips.

I was startled, to say the least. None of the humans I had drunk blood from, had ever reacted like this. I could smell his arousal, which caused me to harden as well. He ground his hips hard against me, and I groaned lowly at the sensation. It had…been a while since I'd had any kind of…stimulation in that department, and found myself succumbing to this man's advances. I rolled on top of him, pulling off clothing, which dropped randomly onto the floor. The man looked rather surprised by my abrupt actions, but didn't seem to mind as he rolled his now naked groin against mine. I hissed with pleasure, surprised at how good it felt to have another warm body rubbing so intimately against me. My hands stroked over his naked body. I had never felt this aroused in a very long time.

"Take me!" He hissed, pressing his body fully against me. I moaned, rubbing my hips against his. He pulled something out of his bedside drawer and shoved it at me. I poured a generous amount of lubricant onto my hand and prepared him gently but quickly, now wanting him to go through the pain I had when Nickolas had taken me. I rubbed the excess lubricant over my cock before I positioned myself at his entrance. "Come on!" He urged, and I began pushing slowly into him.

"Oh!" Was the only coherent word that came out of my mouth as the warmth surrounded me. I growled and began thrusting slowly in and out of him, loving the sounds of his gasps of pleasure. His legs hooked over my back as his fingers dug into my shoulders. As I moved, his glasses became skewed, his face flushed with desire. I moved faster, loving the sound of his harsh breathing. My lips crashed onto his, moaning as he kissed me with the same fervor. Our tongues dueled fiercely together.

"Ah! I'm…so close!" The man panted against my lips, I increased my pace in response, loving the high pitched wail that came out from between his lips. My fingers gripped his hips tightly. Several hard deep thrusts later had the man below me crying out loudly, tightening hard around me. I came as well, growling deeply at the pleasure. I collapsed carefully onto the man, breathing in his musky scent deeply. "After all this…I don't even know your name…" He said softly, stroking my back slowly.

"I'm Monty Burns…" I told him, feeling embarrassment rush over me. 'I've never let my emotions run so wild before. Not to mention I can't believe I just had sex with a man…'

"I'm Waylon, Waylon Smithers…" The man said fixing his glasses, a light blush on his face. "I've never been that…aggressive before. Especially with a vampire…" He told me softly, brushing his fingers lightly over my cheek. I laughed, a low rumbling sound from the back of my throat.

"First time for everything!" I told him in an amused voice. I sat up slightly and looked down at him. "For a man, you're quite beautiful…" I whispered, brushing my fingers through his brownish hair. I sighed slightly, feeling more content than I had ever felt before. 'It's so strange…I've just met this man, yet I feel a strange connection to him…' I rested my head in the crook of his neck, letting his scent invade my senses. I stayed like this until I heard Waylon's breathing slow, indicating he had fallen asleep. I lay there until I knew the sun would be coming up soon, then pulled myself out of his grasp and dressed quickly.

Waylon shivered as I moved away from his body and whimpered softly. I leaned down and placed a kiss on his slightly parted lips, smiling as it calmed him. I brushed my hand briefly through his hair, before moving towards the window. I stopped and turned towards the bed, scrawling out a note as an afterthought.

I need to go now, but I'd like to do this again. I'm not sure if you enjoyed what we did, nor if you'll want to do it again, but I will give you time to think about it. Expect me to return to you in exactly one week. If you wish to continue, then invite me. Otherwise you can refuse and I'll leave you alone.

Sincerely,

Monty

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I had returned in a week and Waylon invited me into his home again. A routine started, I'd visit once a week to feed from him (and then more frequently as time wore on), then we'd have the most wonderful sex. More often than not the two of us would talk until Waylon fell asleep. I'd stay with him until the sun would start to rise, write a note to leave on his bedside table and then I'd go home to sleep. I still fed from others , but I only slept with Waylon. This affair continued for six months until I realized my lover had recently become distant, and several times he flinched from my touch. One night after I'd fed from him I confronted him.

"Why haven't you wanted me to touch you?" I asked him in a hurt voice, sitting on the bed next to him. We hadn't slept together in almost a month's time. I'd enjoyed his company too much to question why, until I noticed him start to withdraw from me. We hadn't been talking as much and Waylon seemed to fall asleep faster than he usually did. He sighed, staring at the floor as he gripped my hand lightly.

"I…I'm sorry to have to tell you this Monty…but there's someone else…" I stiffened slightly, feeling despair take me over. 'I shouldn't let this get to me, it was never more than to fuel our own desires…yet why does my heart hurt so much?'

"I…see…" I said softly, trying not to let my hurt show in my voice. He turned to me and wrapped his arms around me, crying softly.

"I'm so sorry! It just happened! I met her a month ago and something just clicked, we started hanging out and somehow I fell for her…" I tried not to let the sting of him falling for a woman to hurt me more than I already was.

"It's fine. Our relationship was nothing." I said, my voice cold and emotionless. "It doesn't matter, I hope you live a happy life. I'll be going now…" I stood and hurried to the window, Waylon gripped my wrist, keeping me from leaving yet.

"I know how much you care for me Monty. That's why I haven't said anything about it before now. I wasn't sure how to tell you what had happened. This hurts me so much as well! Before you I wasn't sure of my own sexuality yet, I'm ashamed to admit that I used you as an experiment to find out. I am attracted to you and love spending time with you, but that's not enough. I want to have children, and this wonderful woman I've met has captured my attention more than anyone I've known before. I don't want to do this to you, but I think I'm in love with her." I sighed, my head drooping as I slumped against the wall next to the window.

"Like I said…it's fine Waylon…" I told him softly, pulling out of his grasp. "Just promise me that you'll be happy…" He nodded and I leaned forward to kiss him. He kissed back, both of us knowing this would probably be the last kiss we shared. I hugged him gently before pulling away from him. "I'll be fine. Make sure if you really love her, don't let her go if she feels the same way about you, alright?" I told him.

"Don't worry, I will." I gave him a small smile and fled the house. I had wandered around for hours, even after the sun came up. I didn't care, I wanted to die. I had never felt so sad in my entire existence. My body was covered well from the bright rays of the sun, but my hand reached up to take off my hat. I was going to let myself burn in the sun. It was a slow way to die, but I was hurting so much already that I didn't care. But as I started to pull off the hat, I heard a familiar voice speaking.

"I just wish things weren't so complicated." Waylon said with a heavy sigh. I followed his voice, jumping into a tree to see where he was. He was on a bench in the park I was wandering around in. 'I hadn't realize I'd walked so far…' I thought while listening intently to the conversation.

"I know you do. I didn't want to come between you two at all." The black-haired female sitting next to him answered.

"It's not your fault at all Vivian." He told her gently, gripping her hand in both of his. "I do love him, just not the same way he does or you for that matter. Even if I hadn't fallen for you, I would have hurt him farther along anyway. I like men, just not as much as women, as you. All I want is for him to be happy, to find that special someone who will love him as much as humanly possible."

"You mean, love him more than humanly possible!" Vivian said, smiling brightly. Waylon chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her snuggly against himself.

"Yes…I do mean that." I felt slightly better about what had happened. But not much. I knew that, in order for me to get over this, I would have to leave this small town I was in, or else the temptation to seek out Waylon would be too much…

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I had left that night, leaving all my belongings behind and only gathering a bag full of money from my bank. I wandered around for 5 years after that, never staying long in one place. Until I found Springfield that is…

*End Memory*

I looked at Waylon, a frown on my face. 'He looks so much like he did back then. I wonder how he managed that?' I wondered as I watched the color darken at the intensity of my gaze.

"W-who are you? And how do you know my name?" He asked softly, a confused look on his face.

"Oh come on!" I said, shaking my head slowly. "It may have been 25 years ago, but it's not that long! I'm sure you'd still remember me!" I said, watching as his eyes widened, a shocked look on his face.

"25 years ago?" He laughed lightly. "You must have me mistaken for someone else, I wasn't even born 25 years ago!"

"What?" I said, confusion rushing over me. I looked him over from head to toe, and realized there were many differences that I failed to notice. He was shorter than before, his facial features were different shaped and his hair color was slightly different. "So….how do you look like Waylon Smithers then?"

"Oh! That's my fathers name, I was named after him. You must have mistaken me for him!" I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. 'Of course he'd have a child by now! It has been a long time since I met him.'

"So, um…" I started, trying to figure out how to ask him an important question. "Is he…still alive then?" Waylon laughed, it was a very warm happy sound.

"Of course he is! He's only in his 40's! Come on, I'll take you to see him. That is, if you want to." I nodded and followed after him as he headed down the alley and out into the brightly lit street…

Tbc

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