Forever Young Ch. 04

It surprised me that he asked for my permission, half of the guys I know would have tried to kiss me even if I hadn't wanted to. The fact that he asked for permission made me feel happy, even though he had asked no such permission when I had been unconscious.

I nodded slowly, a lump rising in my throat as I felt my breathing grow slightly laboured and he stepped closer to me. So close his face almost touched mine, as he looked down at me and he raised one of his hands and lightly rested it on my shoulder. I tilted my head back and looked up at his dazzling hazel eyes, slightly darker than normal but I didn't really notice, my whole being was focused on him, on his body so close to mine.

His hand on my shoulder moved to cup the side of my face while his other moved to rest on my hip. He bent down slowly and oh so gently pressed his lips to mine. His lips were not cold but not exactly warm, either way I really didn't care at that moment, his lips moved slowly on mine, his thumb lightly stroking my cheek bone, the movement causing a flush in the skin beneath.

I raised up my hands and placed them shakily on the lapels of his leather jacket as he kissed me. A slow trickle of his energy bled into me through the kiss. If I had wanted, I could have drained far more from him, his body felt so good against mine and I moved one of my hands to the back of his head in a moment of bravery, holding his face closer to mine.

All of this happened in around five seconds or so before I felt him begin to pull away. I groaned internally at the thought of him moving his lips off of mine, when his lips broke the contact his eyes opened to stare into mine.

The black pools of his eyes seemed to be swallowing me up, I couldn't look away from them, and I leaned forward slowly, lightly pecking his lips with my own. I did this a few times before I left my lips where they were, pressed against his.

My hand at his lapel pulled his body closer against mine, and my back pressed against the door to my flat, his chest pressed against mine and I felt the hardness of his muscles brush against me. After a few more moments of kissing him I felt his tongue tap lightly against the seam of my lips, parted my lips and his tongue met mine.

He tasted so good as his tongue met mine, our lips crushed against one another and his body pressed even closer against me. I felt my libido surge at this and the kiss became more forceful. Gone was the soft fleeting kiss, now it was hard and long, his tongue coiling around my own and his hand on my hip moving to my spine to pull me closer.

My hand on the side of his face slid down slightly and rested against his neck, as the kiss became more heated my nails pressed into the side of his neck unconsciously. Darren shuddered and broke the kiss pulling away from me, he lowered his head slightly and his breathing was erratic.

"I apologize for my behaviour; I should not have kissed you."

He said, still keeping his face downcast.

"I'm the one that should apologise, I didn't want to make things more difficult for you."

I asked, taking a step forward.

He raised a hand in warning and I stopped and he slowly raised his head. Then I realized why he had stopped kissing me. Before I had been afraid that he hadn't enjoyed it as much as I had. Now I knew that was not the case. I knew this because with his head raised, I could clearly see his fangs peeking out beneath his lips.

I shuddered slightly at the sight of them, my left hand moving to touch the crease of my elbow again. Darren's eyes saw it as well and his face softened.

"I think I need to go."

He said his voice possessing a cold edge to it that cut me to the core.

"Wait, Darren,"

I said reaching out to touch his arm as he began to turn away.

His eyes met mine this time coal black as opposed to hazel, I stepped towards him and leaned up and planted a light kiss on his cheek. I felt him smile as my lips drew back from him and I grinned weakly at him.

"You are full of surprises Daniel."

He said, his voice possessing a coldness to it. I began to associate that same coldness with Darren being formal, and as I watched with a slight twitch of his lips his fangs ascended again, the motion almost instantaneous.

He smiled back and bowed his head to me, a gesture that seemed extremely outdated. In seconds he was gone, flinging himself out of the window in the hallway and out and down into the night below. I immediately regretted that he had left, however I knew I would see him soon.

I raised up one of my hands and lightly rubbed my middle finger and my thumb together. Sparks formed where my fingers touched and when I parted them a single blue flame formed at the point of my middle finger.

I clenched my fist and the flame was extinguished. I flexed my fingers again and sparks flew out. I had a fair amount of power flowing through my veins at the moment. All thanks to him, at least I would be able to defend myself if anything happened, I turned and opened the door to my flat before running headlong into Elliot.

He seemed to be on his way out of the flat, probably on his way to some bar to meet someone, as I watched him leave, he grinned at me slightly. I smiled at him and moved to the side to allow him to pass and he moved past me. I stepped into the flat past him and closed the door leaning back slightly against it, I slumped down onto the sofa and tried to calm my breathing.

My mind seemed to be dwelling over Darren's true intentions. Part of me thought that he was like many of the people I met who knew I was an Incubus, solely interested in sex. Incubi were renowned as being the most unforgettable of encounters. On the other hand, part of me thought he might actually care for me, or at least be interested in more than just sex with me.

Darren for example was (as far as I could tell) a very old vampire, and as such was very powerful indeed. But as much as I knew he was powerful he had yet to attempt to force me into anything, he had in fact stopped himself when he believed that he was going too far.

I smiled at this and sat up on my sofa turning on the TV and getting myself a cup of tea from the kitchen before returning to my place on the sofa. I secretly wished that I wasn't alone in my flat but I knew that Elliott would not return till at least 2am, and that was if he didn't hook up with some random guy and not return at all.

I crossed my legs and sat on my sofa feeling slightly bored if I was honest. The television didn't seem to interest me much so I began to work on my teaching plans again. As I turned the page in the textbook, I was reviewing I felt my eyes begin to droop slightly. I decided to finish the section I was working on and then head to bed.

I quickly wrote out a few questions on the page in the textbook, tapping a few calculations into my calculator and copying the answer to each question into my own workbook. I had to admit that this was slightly boring work, nothing truly challenging. I was currently writing out a plan for a physics lesson, all involving specific heat capacity of objects and a few calculations for each.

I tried to think back to my days at University, in the UK you normally attended university for three years after finishing A levels. I had completed a teacher training course in three years at university to teach science at GCSE level, all the while completing a qualification that allowed me to teach A level science on the side.

Although my mother had not necessarily approved of me choosing to go into teaching, she had been more interested in my choice of sex partners. She did however accept that I had always wanted to help others understand, and teaching others always managed to make me happy.

I finished the page I was working on and switched the light off in the front room and walked towards my room. I shut the door behind me and quickly stripped down to my boxers, placing my dirty clothes into the hamper by my door and slid under the duvet and lay my head down on the pillow. Soon, after what seemed like an eternity I slipped into a restful sleep and felt all of my muscles relax.

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Darren

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What was it about Daniel that was drawing me in, every step I took closer to him just intensified every feeling I had for him? Every time I saw him, I just felt each nerve in my body feel like it was pulling me closer to him.

I had left his flat horny as hell, my body thrummed with sexual tension, the kiss from Daniel had driven me up another notch. I was grateful that I had managed to stop myself before anything had gone any further, my fangs had dropped whilst kissing Daniel which could have ended much worse than I believed. Daniel surprised me greatly when he leaned in towards me and kissed me even whilst my fangs were dropped.

I decided to busy myself for the next few hours and try to focus on things aside from the raging hard on that I had between my legs. If there was one thing that I definitely wanted, it was to have a single evening spent with Daniel at my own home. I was not hoping for anything sexual to happen, although if he elected to stay, I would happily share my bed with him even if it simply meant I held him.

It seemed that the effect Daniel was having me was moving me towards a general feeling of possessiveness towards him. Right now, what I was thinking was how to ensure that Daniel felt more comfortable around me, it seemed I needed to find some other way to spend time with him.

Hmmm a thought struck me, his roommate might prove to be an adequate source of information if I could get him alone. I was sure the task would prove easy if I could find him. As it turns out Daniel's roommate has quite a reputation among the club scene it seems. And as I soon discovered, even a few of my supernatural acquaintances had "experienced" Elliott. Apparently, he was almost insatiable, and as I learned he had a reputation for being easy which could work in my favour for making a first impression.

As I headed into the club, I noticed that Elliott had already started his nightly search and was speaking with someone who was partially obscured from my view. I sniffed the room, counting at least three other supernaturals in the room. They seemed to be a mermaid, a shifter and a vampire. As I quickly discovered as I strode further into the club the person to whom Elliott was speaking was the vampire. His eyes darted to mine and I saw him nod slightly.

I jerked my head to the side and within moments I heard him apologise to Elliott before leaving. I approached the bar and slid in next to Elliott and smiled widely at him, and based on the increase in Elliott's heartbeat it seemed to be having the desired effect. Elliott did have some appeal to him, his skin was darkly tanned, with black hair and a number of beauty marks that I could see across his skin. By modern definitions he would be a twink, which in and of itself had its own appeal.

"Well, you seem to be enjoying your evening Elliott."

I said smiling widely at him, noticing the small look of shock that crossed Elliott's face before I heard his heart rate climb again.

"How do you know my name?"

He asked as I saw his eyes glance quickly down to my crotch and then back up to my eyes. He really did seem to be insatiable.

"I saw you here a few nights ago with your friend Daniel, and after my date with him I thought I might ask for some advice."

I said deliberately causing my blood to flow to the surface of my skin, an ability vampires tended to utilise to help us hide our presence.

"Oh, right yeah that makes sense, well I guess I can help, although a couple of shots might help me a little."

He smiled slightly and I again saw his eyes flicked up and down my body.

I smiled and waved the bartender over and ordered him three shots of vodka and watched him down each and every one.

Although I was correct in my assumption that Elliot could prove to be useful as a font of information, his interest in me was far from hidden. The subtle glances downwards whenever he spoke to me were barely guarded, and the rush of blood to his cheeks indicated his arousal. But I managed to keep him on track long enough to learn some useful information regarding Daniel.

"So, Dan is a complicated one, he's had it rough with his family, but he loves his job, enjoys being busy, oh and he loves chocolate."

Elliot said a slight grin gracing his lips.

"Never get between Dan and his chocolate, damn near bit my head off when I finished off his bar in the fridge."

He continued his eyes darting up to mine again.

My mind began taking notes of this, certainly something I could utilise in courting Daniel.

"You're not the first guy to come chasing after Dan by the way."

He said, leaning against the bar with a goofy smile on his lips.

"But they always end the same way, rebuffed, each and every one. But not you, so I'm hopeful."

He said, before his face turned dark. He straightened himself up, wobbling slightly as he did so, and squared his shoulders at me.

"If you hurt Dan, I'm gonna hurt you."

He said his eyes flashing up to meet mine, and his chin jutting out in obvious defiance. This act of protectiveness resonated with me, at least in some small part Elliot seemed to echo my own protective nature towards Daniel.

"Unless he asks for it, and to be honest with how repressed he is, that wouldn't surprise me."

Elliot said giggling as he looked up at me.

Over the course of the next few hours Elliot became less and less coherent as his intake of alcohol continued. I rapidly grew concerned of his ability to make it home in one piece, and based upon the way one of my brethren was eyeing him up I thought it almost certain he would find his way into their bed before the night was out.

I knew that he was one of the few friends that Daniel still had, and if anything were to happen to him it would adversely affect him. That was something that I found myself concerned over. Emotions, certainly an oddity after such a short time of knowing Daniel, but new experiences for an immortal were rare.

"Would you like me to drive you home Elliot?"

I asked, reaching out to rest a gentle but sure hand on his shoulder.

Elliot gulped visibly, his pulse climbing as he looked at me with unfocused eyes.

"I'm not gonna sleep with you..." He said, a gratifying tremor of fear running through him.

"I have no intention of sleeping with anyone besides Daniel, I merely wish to ensure you get home safely."

I said, allowing some steel to slip into my voice, and fixing him with a glare I normally reserved for my enemies.

"Ok, just so we are on the same page."

He said, gulping visibly and nodding to me.

The drive back to his flat was a swift one, and Elliot ended up falling asleep against the window, his breathing smooth and even. I delicately allowed my mind to probe his, wary of waking him from sleep. The process was safe for the most part, the main side effect Elliot would experience would be a slight headache, but given his drunken state he would likely attribute it to his hangover.

I searched his mind for any inappropriate feelings towards Daniel, and if I found them the result would prove most unpleasant for him. Gratefully, however Elliot's feelings towards Daniel were more fraternal than anything. Traversing his mind was not the most coherent of processes, but I sensed a deep history between them, and despite Elliot acknowledging Daniel's attractiveness that was as far as his thoughts went.

Elliot did have suspicious around him however, such as how whenever Daniel was overly grumpy men seemed to find him all that much more attractive, even Elliot had noticed it. I rationalised this as the pheromones that Daniel gave off when hungry, designed to draw the eyes of their prey.

An Incubus hunting was a thing of beauty, like a carnivorous flower; enticing, but deadly. And from what I knew of Incubi when aroused every fluid their body produced induced lust in their prey, driving their body to greater heights of pleasure. At that particular thought my fangs dropped eagerly, an audible snick sounding in the confines of the car.

I relented my exploration of Elliot's unconscious mind as we neared the flat he shared with Daniel. I parked and moved swiftly to the passenger side and extracted Elliot delicately, cradling him in my arms, and retrieving his keys as I did so. I hissed in pain as a burning sensation engulfed my palm and I rapidly dropped the keys to the pavement, narrowly avoiding dropping Elliot as I recoiled.

A small jade ornament hung from the keys, carved into the shape of a spiral, the same shape burned into my palm, although rapidly healing would remain for at least an hour. I grunted in frustration at the contact with the substance, something I should certainly have scented before blindly rifling through Elliot's pockets.

Laying Elliot down carefully against my car, I retrieved the keys, wrapping the small jade ornament in a shred of cloth torn from my shirt. Grasping Elliot under his arms, I carried us both towards his building, pressing the fob against the reader for the door and moved us up to the fifth floor, standing outside of his flat.

I half contemplated opening the door myself and laying Elliot down in his bed, however the idea of Daniel finding me in his flat in the middle of the night did not sound like the appropriate next step in meeting him. Glancing at my watch and noting the time as being a little past two, I rapped on the door loudly, still supporting Elliot against me, his head lazing against my shoulder.

The sound of a sudden inhalation of breath issued forth from inside, followed by the sounds of fabric rustling against skin. A few moments later I heard the sound of the door lock rattle as it was opened.

"Elliot, seriously you need to remember to take your keys when you..."

Daniel trailed off as the door swung open.

A look of shock crossed his face as he took me in, and he visibly gulped and looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes of his...