chapter 09;
- empty ocean;

„WOW", BLEIZ BREATHED, STUDYING THE BODY OF DONOVAN. Of course, he has already known, that the man in front of him was far above inhuman beauty, but the way his muscles were playing lightly with every breath, he took, just made him amazed. He knew, it was rude to stare, but still had to.
A deep chuckle escaped Donovan, as he watched the reaction of this handsome man. Like he has just found a treasure, full of diamonds. It was fascinating, how quickly the heat rose up in his body, causing the crimson red blush to appear on his cheeks. "Come here, Bleiz", he whispered, moving a bit to the side, to give him more place. Well, Bleiz wouldn't really need more place than he did, since the boy was very slender, compared to him. But so, they could cuddle better.

Gulping, Bleiz walked towards him, almost stumbling in the bed, but two strong arms caught him. "Got you, little", the deep voice of Donovan whispered in his ear, before his soft, but cold lips placed a little kiss on his temple. With a touch of embarrassment, Bleiz hid his face in his chest. It felt so comfortable cold, compared to his own heated skin. Besides, the big muscles he had, were totally comforting as a pillow.

"Sweet", Donovan muttered, more to himself. His hands caressed his covered back. Even if he wished, Bleiz would have laid here half naked, he was happy to be close to him. Like Bleiz was looking for protection, he cuddled closer against his chest, kissing sometimes the uncovered spots. His lips were barely touching his cold skin, like a feather stroking him. So wonderful and innocent. Fascinated, Donovan looked at him. Every movement of him remembered him of a sweet puppy, which just needed a bit love. Nothing more, nothing less.

Love. A powerful word. He has been once in love too, well at least, he has thought about it. Now he wasn't certain anymore. Has he really been in love with Elizabeth? The pain, which Donovan has tried to lock deep inside his chest, came up again. Maybe he has really been in love with her. After all he has done for her ... Might be a possibility. But Elizabeth has never loved him. He knew it. Was she even capable to love? She was even colder than himself.

Love could mean so many things. If a child says to someone else, "I love you", everybody smiled, looked at the child and said, "I love you too." If a child says, "I love you", it was honest and pure. But adults? They used this sweet, innocent sentence as a lie, to manipulate others. Just like he has been. And now, he finally saw it. After all this time, he could see, how she has used him, by purring him these three words in his ear, without even meaning it. And what was with this boy, who was laying in his arms? Holding on him, like he was his anchor? Would Bleiz hurt him, if he gives him his heart and soul? No, it wouldn't fit to this innocent boy. Elizabeth has been a sinful creature. And Bleiz was pure, even more pure than the kids who were living in this hotel.

"I'm so tired in the last few days. It is worse than normal", he muttered, cuddling closer against Donovan's chest. Worried, the immortal looked down to him, caressing his back in slow, gentle movements. "I hope you won't get sick. You're very warm. Warmer than usual humans", he stated, kissing his head along, in a protective manner.

"Oh, I was even as a baby warmer than the other ones. It's something genetic, I guess", Bleiz answered, his hand traveling gently through his hair. A deep blush appeared on his cheek, while Donovan was kissing him all over his head. Still, it was new and something unusual for him, to get so much affection and ... love. Bleiz could swear, he felt love from the immortal. Yet, it was undiscovered, but wonderful thing to feel. Besides, he didn't really know, what to do. How could he give Donovan some gentle treatments, for how much he meant to him already, just like the immortal did so easily?
Shyly, he started to massage with two fingers his neck. Some time ago, the young man has watched a documentary about horses. Nervous and stressed animals were calmed down by the so – called "T-touch". The slow, circling movements on the nerves of the neck should relax them. And if it can help horses, why shouldn't it help people? While he stroked him like that, he didn't realize, how close his body was pressed against Donovan.

But he could feel it. A light purr escaped his throat, tilting his head to the side, completely enjoying the sweet touches. Only focused on Bleiz, he realized, how insecure and shy he was. With his touches, actions and just in general, how he behaved. His fingertips felt so light and sweet on his skin, an almost electric shiver went through his body. Everything, the boy did feel so gentle, lovely. Relaxed, Donovan tilted his head, to give Bleiz more space on his skin, what he used then.

Not only his touches gave him comfort, but also in his southern area, he could feel his jeans tighten. Almost frustrated, the immortal bit down on his lower lip. Well, it wasn't a surprise, Bleiz caused him a boner. The sweet boy drove him crazy in every way, but also that he couldn't relieved, made things worse. He didn't want to destroy his innocence like that, especially because he himself was covered only with sins. He wanted to give Bleiz safety, sweetness, passion and love. Again, love. Maybe he was in love with the smaller one. Even if it doesn't make any sense. He has literally just met him, but if anything will happen to him, he would destroy worlds. Nobody had the right to hurt this lovely boy.

"Are you alright, Don?", Bleiz whispered, kissing softly his chin. "Yes, I am", the immortal answered, stroking gently through his hair. The brown eyes of the wolf-boy sparkled, as he looked up to Donovan. Again, he could dive in the ocean of his eyes. They reminded him of the endless, frozen seas in Alaska. He has been there once. It was some time ago, but he still could remember.

A wonderful, cold wind has played through his hair, as he stood on the bench. The snow has crunched lightly under his feet. No matter, how cold it might has been, he has always felt warm and safe. Dark nights had an early start and a late beginning in the land of ice. The beautiful, colorful lights of the spirit from another world enlightened the sky, playing a soundless orchestra with the untouched nature around him. Even if no sound can't be heard, he could have felt the sweet music, touching his heart and bones. For the first time in his life, he hasn't felt alone and lost, like so often before. Slowly, his eyes have wandered down, starring at his reflection on the ice. Like a white blanket, it has covered the sea, hiding the creatures from the cold world. But still, the sea has been blue, no matter how much the snow was covering it. So wonderful blue ...

"What are you thinking about, sweetheart?", Donovan asked, raising an eyebrow. Indeed, it was cute, how dreamy the young boy looked up at him. It almost seemed, he was the universe of him, even if it was strange for the immortal, but also enjoyed it. He wasn't used to be threatened so gentle like this. That somebody cared about him and behaved, like he was a king or something like that. But everything about this boy was so different than from his former lovers.
Bleiz was so much more to him, than just a simple lover. He didn't want to lose him, no matter how crazy this sounded, because they've literally just met. His small angel. Gently, he kissed the head of the younger one, holding him tight. Maybe he will get the chance to experience true, sweet, yet passionate love. But who could know this? Maybe it was only just a dream of him, which he wanted to become true.

"Alaska", Bleiz answered, blushing a bit. "I've lived there for a while, some time ago. It was beautiful", he explained, as he has noticed the confused face of Donovan. "Isn't it cold there?", he wanted to know, tilting his head. As a response, Bleiz nodded a bit. "For some, it is. But I don't mind coldness. I love the snow, the tundra, and winter in general. It relaxes me somehow. The temperature feels good for my own, body heat." A small smirk appeared on his face, as he thought about the wide forests, he was running through. Besides him, some members of the huge wolf pack of the wildness. Strong, free and untamed. Like it was supposed to be.

"What else do you like?" Donovan looked at him, again amazed by his innocence and purity. Softly, he stroke in small circles through the brown, soft hair. Why was it so soft? When he has been a little boy, he has stroked once a puppy, whose fur has felt exactly the same.

For some seconds, Bleiz didn't say anything, his gaze focused on the ceiling. Snow white. "I like the forest. Forests are the only places, I feel safe, besides your arms now", he admitted, smiling a little. The corners of Donovan's mouth were twitching slightly. It was so adorable, what the young man said. What has he liked when he has been around this age? Drinking, having hard sex and drugs. Drugs, his former best friends. But then, the immortal recalled their talk back in his memory. "You feel safe in my arms?" Indeed, Donovan was surprised. Of course, he had nothing against it, to be honest, he might be even glad. "What, if I'm just a thirsty monster, who wants to seduce pretty boys and take their virginity?", he breathed in his ear, smirking as he could feel, how Bleiz was shivering.

"But you aren't a monster. All monsters are human." His brown eyes were looking right into his, searching for his soul, which he hadn't. A small gulp was formed in his throat, blinking several times. "How do you know, that I'm -?", he started, but Bleiz interrupted him. "How I know, you aren't a human? Wow, you really think I'm stupid, right?", he asked, chuckling softly. "No, of course not. In fact, I think you're very clever. I'm just surprised, because nobody has ever found this out so quickly." Almost shocked, Donovan watched him. Has he really acted so obvious, or how did he get this idea?

"Well, you're very cold, haven't got a heartbeat and there is no human creature with such a clean and smooth face like you have", Bleiz simply explained, shrugging a little. This was way too funny, how shocked the other one seemed to be. "So, you're either a zombie, or a vampire. But since I don't believe in zombies and I don't think zombies are attractive, you must be the last one." Smirking, he studied the wide, blue eyes. Still, Donovan didn't say anything. "What? Do you want me to bring a cross and garlic?", he asked teasing and winked playfully.

A soft, deep chuckle escaped his throat. "No. This would be a waste of time", he answered, leaning a bit backwards. "I'm just amazed, that you don't see to be surprised. I mean, normally, somebody would freak out, or stuff like that." Quite amused, Donovan watched him, enjoying the pretty sight on top of him. His hand traveled the back of Bleiz along, resting in his neck. "Aren't you afraid? I might hurt you, even if won't forgive myself then", he added, caressing the soft, brown hair of him in slow, gentle circles of his thumb. Quickly, Bleiz shook his head.

Donovan's thought made him smile a little. "No. I'm not shocked, neither am I afraid of you. I've met lately quite a lot of interesting creatures. Some of them have been even more dangerous than you, handsome vamp." A soft chuckle escaped the wolf-boy, as he earned another, confusing look. Sweet, he had no idea, what he actually was. Well, maybe it was better for a while now. Drinking someone's blood wasn't as shocking as turning into a furry, giant animal.

"Wow, that is interesting", Donovan murmured, wandering with his hand the slim back of him up and down. "Maybe. I've just seen a lot, since I was traveling most of my life." Relaxed, Bleiz stretched his neck, so the vampire could understand, on which spot he wanted to be touched. The neck was probably his most sensitive part. Maybe because of his wolf-genes. In a pack, the alphas bit down there, to show the other wolves, they were above them. Or they simply bit them because they wanted to mark their territory.
Oh, yes. Donovan has understood him. Ice-cold, his cold fingers felt on his warm skin. Like ice cubs, which were slowly melting, because of his heat. "You like this, right?", he whispered in his ear, tugging gently with his teeth on his earlobe. "Yes", Bleiz breathed, leaning a bit backwards. Smirking, the immortal watched him, coming his face a bit closer, as soon as the younger one laid flat on the mattress.

"You look so innocent and peaceful, down here. You have no idea, what kind of danger I am", he breathed in a low voice, hovering over him. A predator and its' prey. Deeply, Donovan looked into his eyes, fascinated by their calmness, just like the darkness, which they were carrying inside. Maybe the sweetheart underneath him carried some dirty secrets.

Bleiz rose his hand, to lay it on his chest. His elegant, slim fingers stroke above his broad chest, which was barely moving. His thumb circled carefully above his heart, purring lightly. The cold skin felt like a fresh shower on his skin. Softly, he stroked his collar bone along, admiring the details with his eyes. "You aren't dangerous to me, Donovan", he whispered, lifting his upper body a bit up, eyes never leaving his. "How do you know this?", the vampire wanted to know, coming his face closer.

"I just know", Bleiz answered, softly biting down on his lower lip, before he leant back again. Mischievous, his black pupils sparkled, causing Donovan to chuckle softly. "You little tease." An amusing smile brightened his facial features up, which was watched by Bleiz in amazement.

An ocean shouldn't be empty. It was supposed, that oceans were full of life, sparkling in the sun. The depth was endless, but its' beauty never ended, no matter, how deep someone was dipping. Night and day – day and month – month and year. Nothing mattered to the ocean. It was there when stars have been collided with the world. It was there when fire was falling from the sky. The oceans were endless, living forever, in their never stopping beauty. The sun gave them a sparkle, which brightened up the whole water. Oceans meant life, not death. Full of creatures, yet the half wasn't still explored. Maybe some monsters were hiding somewhere in the darkness of them.

Just like his own, blue-eyed monster was hiding inside him. Having the need of protection and to be fed by the fear and despair of his owner. It was an endless torture, an endless night, he had to live with. But Bleiz was used to it. He would get along with this.
Hard, his heart pounded against his chest, getting nervous by only the glimpses, Donovan gave him. The blue eyes of him studied him almost hungry, yet so loving at the same time. It almost looked like he wasn't sure what he should do.

"What are you going to do?", Bleiz asked, caressing in the moment, his shoulder. The body of him felt so wonderful cold and good under his touches. A soft growl escaped the vampire, pulling the smaller one in an almost protective hug. "I don't know. For the first time in my life, I'm scared of hurting someone. Of hurting you, to be more specific. However, you also make things hard for me. The way you touch me, the innocent looks. It drives me crazy. How are you making this?" Donovan's voice was nothing more than a husky whisper anymore.

"I'm simply me. Nothing special", Bleiz answered, the back of his hand resting on his cheek. Still, the vampire was hovering over him, supporting his weight on his arms, both next to each sides of his head. "You're special with being you", he breathed, coming Bleiz' mouth again closer. "Why am I so pulled to you? I barely know you, but the thought of living without you makes me sick. I even talk to you about my feelings." A soft chuckle could be heard from Donovan, which caused Bleiz' heart to beat even faster. "I can't explain you yet. It's a bit ... complicated", he muttered, driving with his hands through his black hair, until it was only a mess.

"I'm not a very patient person." Pouting, Donovan looked down to him, but smiled soon again, as he saw the blush on the sweet, smooth cheeks of the younger one. "Well, waiting will always be rewarded", Bleiz said, followed by a soft smirk. "Maybe you're right", he whispered, leaning a bit forward. Carefully, he brushed with his lips above his temple, his jawline.

Out of instinct, Bleiz closed his eyes, a soft, pleasant sigh escaping him. His cheeks were flushed, head tilting a bit to the side, his brown hair also a complete mess. "Please forgive me, but I can't hold myself back anymore. In fact, I want to do this, as soon, as I've seen you for the first time", Donovan whispered.

Before Bleiz could have even asked, what he was meaning, he felt already cold, yet soft lips on his own. Forcing him to close his eyes and wrapping his arms around the neck of his vampire.

Yeah, I'm blessing you with my trash again. Please listen to this beautiful song of Lana Del Rey. It fits so good to this chapter.