~Julius's POV~

"Sometimes I wish I could just skip past all of this getting used to shit and go straight to the hot, steamy make out scenes." I sigh a bit more dramatically than necessary, staring up at Marcus through my hazel lashes. We sit on either side of the mahogany table, Marcus rubbing his calloused hands against the torn knees of his jeans while I nervously glance from one yellow wall to another.

Marcus laughs at my remark, doubling over as though somebody kicked him forcefully in the gut. "When exactly do I get to meet her?"

I manage with great difficulty to keep my smile as my mind flashes back to Moon. Lady. The word is simple but it sends venom coursing through my veins, anger and embarrassment rising to my checks though I hastily play my growing frown off as a smile. "Eventually but school Is what I really want to know about. Victoria was too old for high school when you got her but Mo- my Blood Servant" I cough out, eyeing the table with even more interest. "is only at the tender age of seventeen. H- it needs an education as much as the next kid!" Marcus seems to notice my squirming, cocking his brow before physically shaking the thoughts from his mind.

"Have you checked into Rosemary High school?" He asks grinning wildly at the thought. "It's down the road from your work and they have tons of Blood Servants attending to help her get used to things."

"I don't really think..."

Marcus claps his hand over my lips, wiggling his index finger over-dramatically with a girlish pout. And I thought I was the gay in the room. "Don't tell me you were thinking of sending her to a Human school! Hell, it's like you want her to be stoned or something! I'm telling you, Rosemary High is the place to go if you want her to embrace your culture, discover herself, learn a spell or two!" He carries on, hands flying dramatically with each new bonus of the school. "The principal is a great man as well as a good friend of mine. I'll make sure she gets into the school and has an easy transition."

"Marcus I'm scared.." I whisper through a sigh, not sure if I want him to hear the truth in my words or not. It would save me a hell of a lot of explaining though with the way he's been acting it may not be that big of a deal...

"How about you show me this girl already!" He booms, voice full of enthusiasm as he shoos me like I'd done to Lucy.

"Marcus..." I can feel the tears forcing their way to my eyes. They aren't as powerful as the tears at the brothel but they're cutting pretty close.

"C'mon Julius!"

I take the steps two at a time, my body trembling as I reach for Moon's oven-hot hand. At first he jerks away quickly but eventually he allows me to lead him down the never ending row of steps where I shout for Marcus to close his eyes. As we stand in front of Marcus the trembling worsens, spreading through my body like the plague. What if he hates me? Calls me an abomination? A sinner? Thinks he can 'turn me back'?

What if he calls me the 'F' word?

"Open your eyes." I choke.

Marcus obeys my simple order, confusion flooding his face as he tilts it to the side for a better understanding. "Where is she?"

I take a shaky breath "Marcus, this is Moon..my Blood Servant."

"This man?!" He screams, shooting up from his seat like a rocket before u even have a chance to begin stuttering. "You're gay?!"

Rejection fucking hurts. My knees give out from underneath me, body sinking into the couch as fresh tears brim the corners of my eyes. The dam holding them back has finally burst, the embarrassing streams releasing themselves from my control. "I'm so sorry Marcus!" I scream behind the broken cries, feeling a need to apologize to him.

A pair of arms wraps themselves around my waist, pulling me into someone's chest. Marcus? I take a deep breath filled with the aroma of vanilla and cotton. "It will be okay." He breathes and I'm hit with even more scents. Jasmine? Or is it lavender? The hint of orange is definitely there. A slight licorice feel to it. My eyes flutter open to catch a glimpse at the soothing voice. Moon smiles down at me, his rich brown eyes burning into mine. He brushes the excess hair from my eye lids and snuggles closer to me, lightly wrapping his arms around my own in a soft embrace. Yep, definitely lavender. I breathe him in again, gripping his cotton shirt in my fist, wet from tears. "Marcus left but said he'd call tomorrow after he calmed down."

"Oh...okay then." I wipe the snot away with the back of my hand, making Moon chuckle slightly as he lifts his shirt to erase my tears. He is chiseled to say the least. The shadows of the dim light casting onto his abs has my body tingling. A few small hairs are growing on his happy trail where the rest had been shaved off for some reason. I wonder if he shaves down there too.

He laughs slightly louder and I glance back towards his face. No facial hair either. "I don't shave down there if you're really that curious. Be careful with your thoughts sometimes."

Dammit. "I heard that."

I resume my body scanning while he runs his fingers through my hair in circles. Kissing the top while his thumb rubs in an up and down motion, he slowly makes his way to the kitchen. Man that ass is nice. He bends down to the bottom of the fridge before turning around a corner and out of sight.

I occupy myself with the chipping green paint of the living room until Moon returns with two small coffee cups. He shifts me to where his back is against the arm of the couch and I lay between his outstretched legs. He coughs out an awkward laugh at my less-than-appropriate thoughts before pulling me snugly to his chest.

I glance down at the milky purple tea in my lap, shaking it to cause ripples and watching in fascination as they disappear before hitting the rim of their confides. Chugging the cupcake tasting tea down my throat I receive an embarrassing cold chill, my cheeks flushing red as I bury myself deeper between his chest and the couch's back. Seconds later Moon's long sleeve Aeropostale shirt is being draped over me, horribly clashing with my pink polo.

It's the most marvelous feeling I have ever experienced in life. The warmth that pulses through his blood and into mine, his bare chest against me while his nipple occasionally slides against my neck. It's the same sensation as being slowly warmed by the sun and having it's heat race through your veins, your being. "Warm now?" He mutters and grabs a cashmere blanket from the other chocolate couch, sprawling it over my body and his own.

The mood seriously needs to lighten before I get a bit excited. "Sure you're still straight?" I cough out, trying to hide the longing and curiosity in my voice behind poorly executed humor.

"I don't know...I want to believe I am but it's hard."

I know how you feel kid. I bury myself in his arms and the lights shut off, leaving us draped in a blanket darkness and each other's ragged breathing. Oh god I'm falling asleep in his arms. I clear my throat. "So um school...Marcus said Rosemary High was a good place, only a block away from my work."

"I don't really care that much."

We sit until the silence gets awkward, my head slowly rising and falling in time with his breath, stilling occasionally as he ceases to take a breath. "Why are you doing this? You could of got up a while ago but instead you stayed to hold me."

He shrugs and my head is uncomfortably pulled up with his shoulders. "I-I don't really know. I guess seeing you fall apart made me want to comfort you, make you feel better. I know it's a lie though. That I just like the feel of you on me but you're a man and I'm a man and I love women..."

"Moon?"

"Yes?" Even through the darkness I can sense a smile curling at the edges of his lips. Though faint in nature it's still a smile, a sign that maybe I'm doing something right.

"Goodnight."

"Night." He murmurs against my hair.

And we stayed like that, me falling asleep in his arms, lullabied by the rhythmic beating of his heart. Content with my choice in servant and forgetting about Marcus every ticking second. Who cares if I'm gay? I have a wonderful straight boy right here willing to hug me as I cry and not think a thing about it. I take another deep breath and sleep to the scent of Vanilla and Lavender.

•••

Of course it was a dream. I must've fallen asleep in bed and Marcus hasn't even come yet. I grasp the violet sheets and turn myself over to where I'm facing the floor. Ugh. American Eagle. My eyes flutter back open at the sight of a pair of dark AE jeans laying on the carpet and my hand flys to my face.

Wait...I pull my hand back to examine the lime green long sleeve shirt I wore. So it wasn't a dream and he just carried me upstairs? My purple tea lies half empty on the bedside table, the liquid dried and crusting on the side of the gold rimmed cup. I begin to crawl out the bed, sleep still heavy on my eyes as the bathroom door swings open to reveal a half-naked Moon.

"Don't try to fake being asleep, I know you're awake." Moon frowns at my attempt to scurry back under the covers unseen, crossing his arms over his dripping chest and sighing to himself.

"Um," I cough and turn my eyes away from his slipping towel, the water droplets rolling down his chest and six pack before sliding under his towel and out of sight. Gulp. "How did I get up here?" My voice cracks slightly, my attention drawn to a ceiling tile, a lose knob, anything but the man ahead of me. Steam clouds the room but it's not enough to disguise the red in my cheeks, or how my hands shake nervously underneath the cotton covers.

He only shrugs nonchalantly, carrying on with his previous task. "I carried you."

He falls into a pair of my pajama pants before climbing into bed and snuggling up to me with his head resting on my chest. "Thanks..." I mutter, too occupied by the blue plaid adorning his legs than his gestures. It's a sight I could get used to, Moon curled into bed with me, hair plastered to his face and water droplets decorating his lashes.

"No problem."

Oh goodness this is awkward. I sink to his level on the bed, slide my thumb across his burning cheeks, and press our bodies together. Straight my ass! He's harder than the iceberg that sunk the Titanic! He lets out a shaky breath that urges me to slip my arms around his waist and place my forehead against his, our lips mere inches from colliding. My leg slips between his, thigh hitching itself higher until it's rubbing the inside of his.

"Do you trust me?" I breathe out.

He focuses on a stray feather before his eyes land on mine, worry and confusion flooding his features. "I-I think I do...I don't know." He jumps back slightly as my hand curves around him, flinching when I grab at his water dabbled shirt.

"Just close your eyes and breathe."

I hitch my legs higher between his until I'm comfortable and kiss him. It's not wild or steamy but gentle as he shakily kisses me back, staggered breaths escaping through the small gap between our intertwining lips. Moon's eyes glaze over as I lower my kisses to his chin, his neck, his shoulder and finally down his arm. My lips graze over his burning skin before I flick my tongue against him and he trembles underneath my touch. It's a small bite, one he won't feel but it's not enough to get the blood out. With my hand cupping his bottom I gently rub in circles as my teeth slide down to enlarge the incision.

Now I'm the one shaking as the blood flows into my anxious mouth. I want to be inside of him this instant! The slight hint of iron almost goes unnoticed as I lap and suck every vanilla flavored pint from his body. Really Julius? Really?! But it's been so long and I'm starved. I continue my eating spree though his trembling has seized and his body has grown two shades paler but I can't stop. My tongue tingles as I swish the blood around my mouth, the liquid sloshing against my teeth before I finally swallow, licking the excess off the sheets. My tongue slides against the wound and I collapse feeling weaker than before.

•••

Marcus eventually called apologizing for all that had happened the night before. Moon was gone somewhere and the house was mostly empty except a few small insects and stray servants.

I bury my nose in the sheets where Moon had slept holding me before crossing the room to retrieve a small leather book. It's pages are yellow and crinkly from old age and water damage but the words are still readable, though the ink runs down the worn pages in places.

Hastily, I fan the pages before replacing it with a newer, more colorful book with playful letters and two people smiling. I fan the pages of this book as well until I come across a picture of a man smiling and clutching his heart and a woman smiling and dancing.

Does your heart beat uncontrollably when you're around them? Blood pounds in your ears and you feel as though you'll explode? Think you're falling head over heels for your servant girl? Well in this chapter we're are going to walk you through the steps of getting over these feelings!

Step One: Put them down.

My fingers slam the book closed before my mind registers what happened. Put him down? I can't kill Moon because of an innocent, almost nonexistent crush! I mean isn't that supposed to happen? I glide uncomfortably back to my bed, clutching my trembling knees to my chest.

What if I made it an accident? Fed and never stopped? I contemplate Googling my issues or leaving something on Yahoo Answers but instead knock my leather wallet into my lap. I'll be relieved when I stop paying Moon for his "work" damn boy costs me thousands. Did he really make this much just from humping girls? The door clashes open, a wild eyed woman I've never seen.

"Who are you?" I hiss, still bitter from the book tossed aside on my pillow.

"Who are you?" She spits back, a hint of confusion playing at her tongue .

"Julius..."

Her expression lightens while she examines me head to toe.

"You know Moon?" She asks, tilting her head to the side as if it'll help her to understand.

"He's out right now. What business do you have with him?"

The woman playfully juts her hips out and points to her crotch. "This business."

The room is cloaked in black before I'm able to register what's going on, the back of my eyelids are covered in splashes of scarlet followed by the same crunch you get from biting celery. A set of hands are quickly placed around my forearm but the darkness remains for quite some time. The only thing that brings back the light is a piercing scream as my palm comes down onto flesh, breaking the bone underneath.

"Never touch him again!" I growl, body burning with the need to rip her apart. Kill her.

The women's arm is bent back at an angle it shouldn't be in. Red pouring from an unsightly gash in her cheek. Burns flowing down her arm where the venom scarred her.

"Julius stop! She's just a friend!"

The trembling figure underneath me gives a slight whimper before her head lolls to the side to face Moon. A smaller, boneless hand forces me out of the room and away from the scene.

Moon walks to the bed with his shoulders hunched forward. I'm scared to ask if I had killed the girl. My eyes grazed the walls of Moon's bedroom (the fight happened in my bedroom) anything to avoid his death stare.

"I'm not mad," he hugs himself insecurely, avoiding my gaze. "I just want to know why you did it."

I brave a look his way but his eyes are glued to the fan. "I blacked out..."

He lets out a deep sigh and slides under the canopy before resuming to hug himself. "So they said..."

The silence has grown awkward like it usually does with our private talks. "I didn't know who she was and she said she was there to have," My throat closes. "I snapped and then someone was holding me back but I wanted to tear her to shreds, Moon. I'm so sorry."

He flashes a quick smile and wraps his frail arms around me. "Thank you for trying to protect me." He whispers. "If it was someone trying to hurt me I'm glad your first instinct would be to protect me even if it's just because I'm your Blood Servant."

Should I tell him that has nothing to do with me protecting him? That all I could think of was him being hurt and upset. I sigh loudly to catch his eye (it works!) and hold his gaze. My eyes sink into his dark orbs with a high smile etched on my face. His lips on mine, my body heating up with his touch. I allow my fingers to brush his forearm lightly but the damage is done. He jumps away like a wounded animal, crawling away quickly from my skin like I had the poisonous touch.

"Moon?" I whisper.

He scoots towards me slowly, bending carefully over my lap before collapsing. "Moon?!" I scream but he only rolls to give me a brilliant smile. My what big teeth you have! I rub my index finger over his lips and am shocked to feel his cool breath as his eyelids flutter closed. Um trusting much? I brush the stray hairs from his cheeks, middle finger rubbing circles around his hairline. Raising my left hand slowly I cup my fingers at the hair positioned behind his ear and remove the strand. He smiles up at me with those...teeth. More like instruments of mass destruction that peel the flesh from humans. My thumb grazes the dagger-like tooth absentmindedly. He doesn't notice. My middle finger flicks at it. He doesn't seem to notice. What was he?! Asleep?!

The silent figure rises in my lap "Simply relaxed." He adds with a body shaking chuckle. "Don't stop." He pleads suddenly serious, a light moan in his tone I can't help but notice.

Wow. When was the last time this kid had a massage? My fingers work slowly on his cheekbones, trailing down his neck and to his collarbone. I allow my fingers to press deep into his muscles until his head rolls back, hinting to me it is time to move on. "When was your last massage?"

"Just now."

"Your teeth..."

"Nothing to worry about."

I clasp his hand in mine and roll it around until I got the desired reaction. My breath comes out shaky as I release my grip on him "Are you stressed?"

"Yes." He replies, rolling slightly further into my lap.

I lay him gently on the floor, hovering over his body until we are eye to eye "You won't be for long."

3/16/14

Note:

In the process of improving this chapter so if you read it and it's really bad or weird that's why.

Go to the book Crossblood Sexy Scenes for the sexy scene

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