16 comments/ 22785 views/ 55 favorites An Unexpected Mating Ch. 01 By: BatmanChick Marcus Hennley watched as the city of Boston passed him by outside the window of the yellow cab he was presently sitting in. He had never been to this part of the United States and was interested in exploring the city. But, first he had attended ten band auditions. It wasn't until the last band he had met with that he found a new band home. The group ReAmped played mainly weddings, festivals, and parties. They played popular music, but wanted to expand their possibilities. Therefore, they actually asked Marcus what he could do. He played the drums and piano, sang, played bass, mixed music on his turn tables, then kicked into what he was actually competitively known for, which was the electric guitar. The group made up of a girl and guy lead vocals, bass guitarist, and drummer was shocked. "Dude, who are you," the lead male vocalist Devin asked. "If you are well connected you most likely know me under the name, Batman." "Holy shit! You are the guitarist known as Batman?" Marcus took off his shirt. Down one arm was Batman, the comic character, crouching on a building tattooed on his skin. Under that tattoo on the inside of his forearm was Batgirl and Robin. The other arm sported a mural of batman enemies including Poison Ivy, Penguin, Scarecrow, Mr.Freeze, Joker, and Harley Quinn. He turned around to show off bat wings starting at his shoulder blades then wrapping around his sides to the front that crossed underneath his belly button and ending right above his groin. On his lower back was the batman symbol and written underneath was the words THE DARK KNIGHT. Marcus was built like a muscled swimmer. He was six feet tall, black hair that was long on the sides but spiky on top and had brown eyes. He preferred wearing his skater sneakers, baggy jeans, a black belt with a belt buckle of the Batman symbol and tight shirts when playing his guitar. Otherwise, he usually wore jeans, a button down shirt, a black belt and black Doc Martins. He put his green long-sleeved shirt back on. "Those are why they call me Batman. I still have plans for tattoos on my legs but haven't gone there because I am not ready to keep my legs shaved." "Wow, they are awesome. Well, you are really what we are looking for," Devin looked at his other band mates who all nodded their heads. "If you like, we would love to have you join us. We practice almost every night, expect the nights we have a gig. We can go over more information tomorrow night if you decide on us. We have a party in two days. I know it's a time crunch but we can work with you on the song list." "I most definitely feel more comfortable with you guys than the other bands I have auditioned with. So, yes, I will play with your band." The group had smiled at Marcus and welcomed him with open arms. They actually had convinced him to play a couple of songs with them before hailing the cab he was currently in heading to where his godparents worked, and lived, at the Marsden Estate a half hour outside of Boston. His godmother, Molly, had sent him money to pay for the cab fare. Not as if he needed the money. He was actually fairly rich, and not just because of his acclaim as a guitarist. Being a five hundred year old vampire had more to do with it. Unlike most myths, vampires in the world were not burnt by the sun and garlic had no effect on them. Crosses were useless. Vampires had to drink blood, but most he knew did so by getting pigs blood in packets while also having to eat normal food. Stakes and cutting off the head weren't myths but truth. That was how to kill a vampire. After another twenty minutes, Marcus was finally standing outside with his one suitcase and his guitar and turn tables. He had a pod with the rest of his items being shipped from the west coast. It could take a week or two to arrive but he had what was essential with him. He looked up at the mansion and smiled. The house was sprawling. It was white with black accents. It had white columns at the top of the stairs to the front door which was a glass door with white paneling. It looked like it could house a small college. Marcus walked up to the door and rang the bell. As he waited he turned around and looked at the other buildings the cab had passed to get to the main house. There were stables, a guest home that he suspected his godparents lived in and barn where he could hear animals such as cows, pigs, and chickens. There was also a large vegetable garden near the guest house. Also, next to the house was a large garage that had to be able to house twenty cars. He was so occupied he barely heard the door open. "Marcus," asked a short woman who, when he turned around, burst into tears and a happy laugh. She hugged him tight and didn't let go for almost a full minute. "It has been too long my godchild. Come in, come in. We are so excited you are in Boston. Mr. Marsden hasn't used the east wing for sometime so we prepared it for you and your things. I bought the bed you asked me and they delivered it yesterday and got the sheets and everything you asked." Marcus took a moment to look at Molly. Like her mate Darius, she had been turned at an older age, about 50, so she had a few wrinkles to make herself look that age. But, she was to never be underestimated. She was a strong and very protective vampire that would as soon as rip your arm off if you hurt her loved ones. "Thanks Molly. Let me know what I owe you." "You owe me nothing. Mr. Marsden insisted. I think you will like him." "Does he know what I am?" "Of course, He himself has been on this earth for 800 years or more." "Ah. You hadn't mentioned that," Marcus followed Molly past several doorways before reaching the back of the house where a grand staircase went up to the second floor. "So, as you see to the right of the landing is the east wing which will be yours, and to the left is the west wing which is all of Mr. Marsden's. He has his personal office, bedroom, and a couple of rooms for his personal use. You have your bedroom and three rooms to use as you wish. Downstairs is the study, library, entertainment room, kitchen, and dining room as well as ballroom, swimming pool, whirlpool, and workout room. Come, we will go to your bedroom first." "So where is Darius?" "He is with Mr. Marsden at work. He is chauffeuring him to and from work today." "Who takes care of the animals and such?" "The family that lives a couple miles down the road comes everyday and takes care of the animals while I tend the garden. Any other questions," Molly stood outside a pair of double doors. "Nope, not at all Molly." "Good. This is your bedroom," she opened the door which lead into a very large room with a sitting area directly in front through the doors and a large bathroom passed that. The room flowed to the left revealing the new king size bed and a large walk-in closet. It had been painted in his favorite colors forest green with dark brown trim. "Good golly Miss. Molly. This is huge," Marcus said stunned letting his large suitcase come to abrupt halt by the comfy-looking couch. "Molly. Are you sure? He isn't even charging me rent. I should at least be charged rent." Molly laughed, "The room across the way is the same size and has wood floors. Darius thought you might want to make a sound proof room to practice in. The room next to this is half this size and would be a good office. The third room is setup as a guest room. And, yes, Marcus I am sure he doesn't want more money. He sees it as helping Darius and I for our hard work these one hundred years passed. He is as much a son to us as you are now. While you appear to be in your late twenties, he looks thirty. He is a brilliant man." "Does he also know I am gay?" "No. I feel that is something you should tell him. I will tell you that he is also gay, and very openly so. The entire world found out when he announced it at the opening of his company." "What kind of company does he run?" "It's two tiered. One is a security business led by a Lycan named Christopher Shelton. Christopher and Patrick Marsden made a pact to not interfere with each other upon his arrival to Boston. Since then, they have gone into business together and are friends. The second tier is a technology company that creates and manufactures computer parts and software. You probably will recognize the name Eternity Computers." "Yeah. I have been meaning to buy one so I create music on it. They have some of the best software for it. Well, maybe I want two. I like their gaming computers as well." "I am sure he can help you with that. Anyway, how were the auditions," asked Molly as she picked up the suitcase putting it on the bed and starting to unpack his clothing and other items. "Molly, I can do that," Marcus tried to take his jeans from her but she shooed him away. He sighed, "They were awful until I got to the last one. I am the new guitarist for a band called ReAmped." "Really? They are playing the company party in two days. No wonder they were looking for a new guitarist. The old one married and moved to Kentucky with his new wife. It will be fun to hear you play. Darius and I are always invited." "Well, now that I am unpacked, thanks to you, its 4:53 p.m. now, so when do you have dinner around here?" "He gets home about 5:30 p.m. and we eat around 6:30 p.m." "You think I can cook dinner tonight?" "What do you have in mind?" "Let's go downstairs and see what you have." Marcus followed Molly down to the very large kitchen through the dining room and stared, "Okay, I have money but this is ridiculous. I think I have just entered my culinary fantasy." Molly laughed, "Patrick enjoys his home. He also enjoys food beyond blood. He also has a thing for chocolate." "Okay, well to thank him then, I will make my famous mini molten cakes. I am sure you have what I need to make them. Also," he said rummaging in the side-by-side fridge and freezer, "I can make Chicken Kiev, asparagus, and mashed potatoes. Will that work?" "Sounds amazing to me darling and you just might steal his heart with the cake." Over the next half hour, Marcus got his IPod and docking speaker system bringing it into the kitchen and putting it on his favorite playlist, which started off with Maroon 5's "Moves Like Jagger." He started by putting together the chicken and pre-heating the oven. He made the batter for the chocolate cakes and found some Hershey's chocolate squares he could put in the center to make the cakes ooze molten chocolate. Just as the oven was done pre-heating, the front door opened but was drowned out by Hot Chelle Rae blasted "Tonight, Tonight." Marcus put the chicken in the oven singing with the music loud enough to entertain Molly while she sipped a glass of white wine. He danced over to her singing and danced her around the kitchen. He spun her towards the entrance to the kitchen where he heard her laugh. He looked towards her and stopped dead. In the archway to the dining room stood Darius Smith, Molly's vampire mate, behind a man with blond hair slightly longer than his nape, deep blue eyes, a taller, broader build than Marcus's wearing a tailored Armani suit. His beautiful eyes were smiling as he looked down at Molly as she had spun into his arms. When he looked up towards Marcus, he felt it physically and felt the touch to his soul as the man smiled. "Hello, I'm Patrick Marsden. You must be Marcus Hennley. He is your godson, correct, Molly?" "Yes. We haven't seen him in almost two hundred years, but we received lots of letters." "When I could find you, that is," Marcus said snapping out of his staring at the gorgeous man. Marcus noticed that while he himself was well-muscled but slim like the lead singer of Incubus or even Adam Levine, Patrick was broader in the shoulders and stood four inches taller than his six foot height. As Patrick spoke with Molly, he noticed the different shade of blond highlights in his hair and how comfortable the man was in his suit and his own skin. Patrick suddenly looked back up at Marcus and noticed him watching him. "Has Molly shown you around?" "Yes. Thank you again for allowing me to stay here to be close to my godparents. You seem a generous man." "It's more like the room gets wasted. I am happy to have someone use the space. Anyway, you are cooking," Patrick said skeptically. "It's one of my talents that I love to use." "Hmm, as long as you don't poison me, I am fine with it. I need to get out of my suit and into something less constricting. I will see everyone at dinner." As Patrick turned around, Marcus couldn't stop staring at the man as he walked out but hid his face as he noticed Molly watching him, "Uh, I need to finish my batter." Marcus continued working on dinner and dessert while his IPod switched to "In Too Deep" by Sum41. He smiled when he put the cakes in and grinned when they came out with the rest of the food. Molly helped him to plate the food and put the plates on the table. "Thank you Marcus. It will be nice to eat something I didn't have to prepare." "Anytime. Cooking, like playing music, is soothing to me. I enjoy it a lot," Marcus set the last cake down on the table just as Patrick re-entered the dining room wearing tight jeans with a silver chain going from the front to his back pocket, black biker boots, and a long-sleeved blue soft-wool sweater. It was a culture shock compared to the suit. "Wow. Looks great," Patrick said smiling and sitting at the end of the table with Molly and Darius on his right side and Marcus on his left. Then Patrick noticed the mini chocolate cake in front of him, "Oh dear god. Molly, for once, can I please start with dessert?" Molly laughed so hard she couldn't get herself under control for a whole minute, "Patrick, I think you should do justice to the chicken first then you can eat your sweets." "Yes, ma'am," Patrick sighed, and then looked towards Marcus, "She is always telling me to mind my manners. I have only been around for 829 years. You think I would be able to do what I wanted." Marcus choked on a piece of asparagus trying not to laugh and hiding his face from Molly, "I would just do what she says. It just came out of the oven so it should still be warm when you bite into it." They ate dinner with Darius and Molly asking Marcus about his plans for the rooms and when to expect his things. Patrick watched Marcus when he wasn't paying attention. He ate his first bite of chicken and almost moaned. How could it be that good? Molly wasn't a bad cook but she stuck mostly to the basics. It had been a long while since he had eaten Chicken Kiev. He ate so fast that Molly gave him an odd look. He just smiled at her. It was once he got to the chocolate cake that he lost his self control and let a soft moan escape his lips. "I think I just died and went to heaven," Patrick said. "It's all melted in the center," he dipped his spoon in for a second bite and brought it to his lips. After eating the bite and closing his eyes, he licked the spoon clean. He was getting hard from a chocolate molten cake. When he opened his eyes, he saw Marcus immediately turn his head away from looking at him and squirm as he readjusted in his seat. Patrick blinked at the reaction and looked to Molly and Darius who were savoring the chocolate cake as well. Patrick finished the rest of his cake then piled everyone's dishes to take to the sink in the kitchen. Molly followed him in. "I will do the dishes and clean up. Are you going out to the garage?" "Yeah, I have the bike to finish before the party, remember? It's being raffled off at the end of the party. Anyway, is Marcus okay? He seemed to be uncomfortable." "He's been a loner for a while. It will take him time to adjust." "Okay. Well, I will see you later for movie night. Remember, were watching what Darius picked out. Die Hard." "He loves explosions," Molly laughed. Marcus walked in at that time to grab his IPod and speaker system. He quirked his brow at the comment Molly made, "I have apparently missed part of this discussion. I am going to take a shower and set up some stuff upstairs. See you later," Marcus looked towards Patrick again, turned around and readjusted himself again remembering the noises the man had made eating the cake. Marcus ran up the stairs to the second floor and went to his bedroom in the east wing. He closed the double doors and locked them behind him. He immediately striped off his clothes and went into the bathroom for the first time. It had a long counter with two sinks, a toilet, a two-person jetted tub and a large all glass shower with multiple shower heads. He turned the shower in and got in once it was hot. He then couldn't ignore the eight inch hard on he had been sporting since the first moan out of Patrick's mouth. Just the thought had fluid leaking from the head of his cock. Marcus put his head under the shower head as his hand started caressing his cock from root to tip. His imagination was running rampant imagining Patrick licking the head of his cock instead of the spoon he used to eat the warm chocolate cake. He dreamed that Patrick would moan around his cock at the taste and take it completely into his mouth sucking it to the back of his throat. Marcus could feel the spray from the second on his ass cheeks and instead thought of Patrick's large hands massaging his ass instead of the water while he sucked hard on his cock. He started breathing heavily as he sped up his hand on himself. His left hand went to the shower wall for support and he arched his back as he cried out. Cum sprayed on to the wall and floor over and over in one of the best releases he had ever had. Marcus stood for a moment in shame. Patrick was just supposed to be a guy helping him out. Something had happened between them though. The first look had sent a jolt through his entire body. Something had changed, and he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. An Unexpected Mating Ch. 02 *Thanks to the advice of all, I am going to try and make this chapter easier to read than the last, so I am changing to first person while designating at the beginning of a section who the first person is for. I don't want it to be difficult for you to read, plus I wanted to make sure people won't get confused during the dream sequence to come* Patrick I could hear the alarm clock blaring at me that it was six-thirty in the morning. I opened my eyes and looked at the bastard wanting to throw it across the room. Instead, I slapped at it before it created a headache and sat up in the king-size bed in my room located in the west wing. I sighed realizing I hadn't slept much last night. The cause of such restlessness had been the new arrival at his home yesterday. Marcus Hennley. When Molly and Darius had first told me that they had a godson, I looked at them trying to figure out why they would cherish a human so much and where they had been hiding him for the last one hundred years. I came to find out that he, like the rest of them, was vamp. Molly had been so excited every time she received a letter from him and even more so when he had written to tell her that he wanted to be close to the couple again. Molly wouldn't stop talking about it for several weeks. Seeing how happy she was led me to offer up the east wing to the nomad godson. But, I had had no idea the effect he would have on me. The first glimpse of him dancing around my kitchen with Molly had made me smile. She was so happy. And then as he had stood in front of me, I felt as if my body was going through the change again, from human to vampire, which was part pain and part ecstasy. Who knew a guitarist could look so good? He looked like a skate boarder with his black hair slightly spiked and his Vans. He was slightly shorter than me with sexy brown eyes the color of dark, rich coffee. But, most of all, it was the smile that had zinged through me. It was slightly cocky and lopsided but was genuine, which was nice for a change. Too many people I knew would smile and nod just to please me. It was his gorgeous body and sexy smile that had made it difficult to sleep along with his talent of creating chocolate heaven in a cake. All I had dreamed of last night was wondering how the oozing chocolate confection would taste being licked off Marcus's body. I shook my head as I got out of bed and stretched popping the kinks out from not sleeping well and being up too late watching movies with Molly and Darius. That was another thing. Marcus had just disappeared up into the east wing last night. I thought he would have at least said goodnight or maybe even stayed to watch Bruce Willis kick Alan Rickman's ass. But when I had asked Molly about it, she had just smiled and said something about Marcus being on his own for so long and needing time to adjust. Well, I would need to adjust to having the man in my home since I wasn't sure of his sexual orientation while mine had been blasted over the news and internet since I had opened Eternity Computers and Security. I didn't mind if people knew. I showed them I didn't care about their foul words pertaining to me and just squashed them with my intellect in business. It was rather satisfying to have someone who had shunned you for being a "faggot" come crawling on hands and knees hoping you won't bankrupt them. Unfortunately, most of the time, I would allow them a second chance. I may be a vamp, but I wasn't completely heartless. I actually happened to like humans and playing at the business politics game. It was one of the last things that kept my interest these days. It was also the reason I didn't feed off humans any more but instead used pigs blood. I sighed and walked to the small fridge I kept in my room for a packet of the blood and put it in a glass. I took it with me into the bathroom to turn on the walk-in shower. I drank it down waiting for the shower to warm and set the empty glass on the counter before getting under the spray. I would normally go downstairs and workout or swim but after the night of almost no sleep, I just stood for several minutes under the hot water. My body finally relaxed and I finished cleaning myself up. I went slowly through the rest of my routine; get up, shower, get dressed, all while listening to my morning playlist including New Order's "Blue Monday." Who didn't love a little eighties techno in the morning? Once in my grey Armani suit with white shirt and blue-grey tie, I walked out of the west wing and downstairs exactly at 7:15 a.m. Molly already had my normal oatmeal and fruit ready for me. She smiled at me as I kissed her cheek thanking her for breakfast. At five minutes to eight, Darius came in while I was reading the newspaper. "Good morning Darius. Nice choice of movie last night, but next time it's mine," I smiled as Darius groaned. He never did like the old movies I liked to choose. He was always about action. "Where is our new addition," I tried to ask casually. "I went up last night and made sure he was okay before going to bed," Molly said. "He was asleep when I checked on him and probably will be for some time. He mentioned not needing to rehearse with his new band until after 3 p.m. I will make sure he wakes before that. He also will probably get in late." "Does he have transportation set up yet?" "I doubt it," Molly said sitting down with her coffee. "Well, let him know he can use one of the cars. I will make sure he has insurance to drive it. I will have the company call you to get his driver's license information. I would say let him use the Range Rover. It has hauling power if he needs it." "Thank you Patrick," said Molly. "I know he will appreciate it. I know I do. I am sorry that he is affecting your life." She had no idea, "Don't be sorry Molly. Sometimes change can be good," I stood up knowing that something had definitely changed since seeing Marcus's beautiful brown eyes. "Come along Darius, it is time to get to work." Marcus Even with my self-attention in the shower, it had taken more than an hour to fall asleep last night. I kept seeing Patrick eating the chocolate cake I had made last night, which caused me to toss and turn during the night. I had never been this affected by a man, even though he was a little different than the men that I had been around. All of a sudden, I felt like I was on a boat in my dreams. When the motion got more violent, I sat straight up in bed suddenly. I looked at Molly who was smiling at me holding out a cup of coffee for me. "Good Afternoon, Sunshine. It's one o'clock in the afternoon and I remember you saying something about needing to be at rehearsal at three. Drink your coffee, get a shower, and come have lunch with me before you leave," she turned around and left the room closing the door quietly behind her. I sat there a little dazed before her words sank in, "Shit," I said as I realized how much I needed to do before leaving and needing to call a cab that would take time to get here. I ran to the shower turned it on and stepped in wanting to scream at the cold water while drinking the hot coffee. As the water warmed, I finished the coffee and hurried through my shower. I was out of the shower and wrapped in a towel within ten minutes and putting gel in my spiky hair before finding a pair of loose jeans, a Beastie Boys t-shirt that I put over a white long-sleeved thermal shirt, and my Vans. I grabbed the coffee cup and headed downstairs where Molly was putting out fixings for sandwiches, fruit, and chips. She also knew that with me just waking up that I need the glass of blood she handed me right away. I gulped it down handing the glass back to her. "Thanks honey. I appreciate you taking care of me. I couldn't sleep very well last night. It happens to me in new places." Molly just looked at me skeptically and said, "Mmmm-hmmm. Patrick told me that I need to get your driver's license info. He's allowing you to use his Range Rover. It has plenty of room to move your items around when they all get here for the band. Plus, it will be cheaper than having to get cabs all the time." "He's letting me use a car," I asked stunned. "How many would he have?" "He has six cars, the limo, and several custom motorcycles...some he has built and others that were gifts." "I wish I could fit everything I need on a motorcycle. Now that would be fun," I ate my sandwich as I tried to picture where I would place everything on a cycle and failed miserably as I laughed. "What time should I expect you home tonight," Molly said with a smirk on her face. "Aw, Mom...you know I won't be home until late. We have a gig tomorrow and tonight is the only time I get to play with them before the party," I chuckled. "Do you want me to call your cell when I am on the way home?" Molly smiled, "I have missed you. Now get yourself in gear and give me your license." I did as she said and while she called the information into the insurance company, I grabbed my guitar, turn tables, and my favorite pair of drumsticks. I grabbed a hoodie from my bedroom and walked downstairs where Molly was waiting. "You are all set. I brought the car to the front. Be careful," she took my head in her hands making me lean down and kissed my forehead. "I will, I promise." I left her standing on the porch watching as I drove down the lane knowing it was going to be a long day. Patrick As normal, I arrived home at 5:30 pm. Upon entering the house Molly appeared out of the dining room with a smile. I leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek and smiled at her. "Oh God Molly, is that what I think I smell it is?" Molly smiled, "Yes. We are having lasagna, salad and garlic bread; all your favorites." I smiled, "Molly you are a saint. I will go get changed, come down, and set the table. Darius will be in soon." I raced upstairs like a child getting his favorite treat but stopped as I reached the second floor. I could smell him. That smell had stayed with me all night yesterday and all day today. There was something about him that made me smile at odd times and think erotic thoughts at other times. I just knew somewhere in my heart that he was important, but I didn't know how. I thought it might be romantically, but fate had a way of laughing and he most likely was straight. I turned away from the east wing and entered the west wing. I changed quickly into jeans, a black sweater, and my biker boots. I knew I would want to ride later after dinner and I had a feeling where I would end up, but for now I was going to eat my favorite food. After dinner, I stayed to talk to Molly about Darius picking her up for the party the next evening which would begin with dinner right after work at 6 p.m. I then got up from the table and thanked them both allowing them to clean up and go to their own house on the property to have their own time together. I went directly to the large garage which housed my cars and motorcycles. I spent some time looking over the motorcycle I had built to be raffled off tomorrow and smiled at the rose theme. I always did a suggestion box for the theme and had found out that my Director of Sales was a fan of Beauty and the Beast therefore suggesting roses. Roses happened to be my favorite, too. Looking at the sleek design, I knew she would love what he had come up with, but it was never guaranteed who would receive it. The chopper was sprawled like a large cat with chrome designed into roses along front and back ends. The body art was on one side was of Beauty with her hair blowing in the wind turning to roses. The other side showed the Beast holding the famed rose with petals slowly falling. I had enjoyed creating the romantic bike instead of putting flames or skulls on it as most men wanted. I left the Rose bike and went over to the motorcycle I had built for myself two years ago. It was simple and in my favorite colors midnight blue, silver, and sea green. For fun, I had even painted a merman and a mermaid on it. I quickly got on it zipping up the leather jacket I had put on when leaving the house, and started the bike. I let the engine roar then I was off. I went along the driveway to the road into Boston. I took the long way into town, which took twice the time but the scenery was worth it. When I finally entered Boston, I stopped off at a coffee shack to get my favorite Mexican hot chocolate. Even over the drink, I could smell him. I got back onto my bike and rode smelling his scent; a mixture of his hair gel and black licorice. I ended up at a house in the middle of suburbia where the house looked more like a commune for a bunch of band members around their twenty to thirties. The garage door was closed but I could hear the band practicing inside. Ever since I had hired them two years ago, because the last band I used for the party broke up, I had found them to be fun. I quickly noticed a skylight on top of the garage that sat back from the main road and sprinted to it. I jumped and floated to the top without a noise. I knew that Marcus wouldn't notice my scent since he hadn't known me long. But, I was wrong. Looking through the skylight, I noticed him suddenly stop playing and look around then up to the ceiling where I stepped back from before he could see me. I jumped off the roof and ran back to my bike and left him to his rehearsal. I was still confused as to how he knew I was there. Unless, he was feeling the same things I was. Being so unsure threw me. I liked being in control. My thoughts continually ran back to where he was rehearsing as I got closer to home. I parked my bike in the garage like normal and headed into the house. I checked the clock in my bedroom as I changed into a pair of workout pants. It was about 9:30 p.m. and I plenty of time to work out and swim. I grabbed my trunks on the way out of my room and stayed in the gym until midnight. I headed up to bed and read until early in the morning. I finally had to sleep knowing I would be woken up in a few hours. I decided at that moment to work from home until noon. I called and left a message for my assistant and then got underneath the sheets in my bed. The last thought I had before falling asleep was that he still wasn't home. Marcus Slowly unlocking the door to the main house, I checked the hall clock and grimaced at the time. Shit, it's 4:00 a.m. I needed a shower and a good amount of sleep before the gig tonight. The rehearsal had gone really well and I was pleased that we were able to add songs and adjust others to my skills and abilities. They had been practicing songs that their last guitarist couldn't do in the hopes the guy would get his shit together. It was nice to feel like a contribution instead of being a detriment. I had already called and woken up Molly to let her know I made it home. I was trying not to wake the only other occupant in the main house as I tip-toed up the staircase then entered my bedroom. I immediately stripped off my clothes and took a quick shower feeling the sweat wash from my body. Who knew that playing in a band would so much work? After my shower, I put on a pair of boxers and got into bed hoping for sleep. During the night, I felt something watching me. I mumbled and turned onto my back from my side. I could hear something breathing in my room. I sat up in bed reluctantly and when I looked around, I noticed it was still dark outside and that...Patrick was in my room watching me at the foot of my bed. He was completely naked in my bedroom watching me. I blinked watching him. He just smiled back at me. He slowly grabbed the bottom of the blanket and sheet covering me and crawled under it. I was really starting to think I was losing it at 4:30 a.m. in the morning. That was before I saw him rise up under the blanket and then felt his fingers lightly tracing my legs from my toes slowly up my ankles to my calves. He tickled the skin behind my knees and slowed to a sluggish pace as his fingers started to trace circles up my thighs. My body reacted as my cock filled to full and my hips lifted off the mattress. I lightly rubbed against him as he sat between my legs under the covers. I jolted but stayed in bed where I was. His large hands were now lightly running from my hips down into the seam between my legs and torso. I moaned out loud and my breaths became pants as my hips lifted again. It was at this time, I realized I was naked under the covers as well. Patrick, as a vampire, would be able to see everything in the dark under the covers. It made me wonder if he liked what he saw. So far, I would guess yes as the large form under the blanket leaned down and started tracing the seam with his tongue, from hip to my inner thigh on each side slowly. I could feel his gorgeous hair gliding along my hips, stomach, and throbbing cock as his tongue went even lower to caress my balls. My hips tried to rise up, but were met with the resistance of Patrick's hands on them. He was torturing me, and I finally gave him what he must have wanted as I arched my back and moaned his name loudly. Then, I felt heaven. His tongue ran up the bottom of my cock and his mouth clamped over the top of my cock. I almost screamed with ecstasy at the feeling of his warm mouth around my cock. He pulled the tip out of his mouth and breathed upon it sending an erotic chill along its length. I actually growled at the feeling. His mouth then drove onto my cock, and I did scream in passion at the feel. God, he didn't stop sucking. His head under the blanket just kept up a steady bobbing with the occasional swirl of his tongue on the head to get his breath. He had one hand on the base as he sucked then pumped up and down my length to help my passion rise within. When I thought I couldn't handle anymore, he stopped. I was breathing so hard that I had to consciously think about breathing in and out. His head appeared above the blanket that had fallen to my waist but his hair obscured his face. His tongue and mouth moved up onto my stomach. He used his tongue to fuck my belly button making me groan at how sexy the man was and everything he was doing to me. His tongue moved up to lick circles teasingly around my nipples without actually touching them until his teeth nipped at each of them individually. He licked and nibbled along my collar bone and even bit down making my hips jump. I called out his name again. That was when he pulled his hair from his face and straddled my hips. His gorgeous body was on display for me, and his cock was just as hard and glistening with pre-cum as I guessed mine was. He shook his long hair back behind his shoulders and smiled again at me. He then leaned down and kissed my lips lightly, almost tenderly. I slowly wound my arms around his neck and enjoyed his slow light kisses. But, I couldn't stand it for long as I deepened the kisses by running my tongue along his lips and then pushing through them into his mouth. I heard a small moan and a breath escaped him as he returned the kisses. My tongue was fucking his mouth deeply, and I couldn't get enough. Patrick suddenly pulled back up sitting across my hips and thrust his hips. His cock rubbed against mine creating a breathy moan that barely released from my lips. He continued to rock against me for a minute more then moved back in between my legs. He pushed my legs up to my chest and as I watched, he lowered his mouth and tongue to the crack between my ass cheeks. The first lick didn't even touch the hole but teased the edge. The next one swirled around the outside of the hole completely. The third was a full on lick directly onto the rosebud. My head flew back against my pillows as I silently screamed my ecstasy. My cock was twitching and throbbing uncontrollably. His tongue continued long, slow licks until his eyes connected with mine and his tongue penetrated my rosebud sending lightening through my whole body. His tongue fucked me in and out as I growled my want. I tried pushing myself at his tongue and he seemed to grin even with his busy tongue. An Unexpected Mating Ch. 02 Slowly he removed his tongue leaving my hole very wet with his saliva. He crawled up so his cock was close to my entrance using his hand to spread his pre-cum all over his beautiful, full cock. His hand then directed his cock and slowly his hips pushed the head of his cock into my ass. I groaned in slight pain but the pleasure was so much more. The slow slide of his cock into me was torture, but his eyes told me he didn't want to hurt me. He was fully seated and caressed my hips as he began to slide all the way out except the head of his cock and then back in to the root. His eyes closed as his slow fucking obviously gave him pleasure. He didn't speed up or get rougher, he just moved in and out running his cock along my prostate and enjoyed the tight opening twitching at every pass. He opened his eyes again as he moaned my name at the feel of my tight ass on his cock. He leaned forward allowing his body to lay on mine as he continued his attentions to my ass. He kissed my lips desperately enjoying his movements, but he did start to move faster and harder as our tongues mated. My legs wrapped around his waist as he continued to increase his rhythm and his breaths became pants in between our kisses. My hands were running up and down his spine until they rested on his ass cheeks begging for him to go deeper. My cock was being rubbed gloriously between our bodies and the pressure was becoming too much. His movements were hard, deep, and he was grunting with each thrust. He was just as close as I was. I had to stop kissing him as my head fell back and I screamed his name and came in-between our bodies as he growled and filled my ass with his cum at the same time. That is when I woke up. 6:00 a.m.