chapter 12;
- your love can do what no one else can;

„ELIZABETH!" The voice of Donovan was rough, almost a bit harsh. Immediately, Bleiz looked up, turning around with a soft smile on his lips. But this quickly faded away, as he recognized the tensed body and clenched fists of the immortal. His blue eyes wandered to Bleiz, a soft sigh of relief escaped him.
With quick steps, he reached Bleiz, wrapping an arm around his hips and pressed him tight against his own body. Softly, Donovan caressed the slim hip of his sweet boy, looking with cold eyes to Elizabeth.

"What's the matter, darling?", she asked in her angelic – oh so manipulative, angelic – voice. "Don't ever talk to him again", he hissed, pressing Bleiz tight against his side. The rage hit him like a wave, floating above his body, so Donovan tensed. Ignoring the look of Bleiz, he still focused on Elizabeth. "Stay away from him", he said quietly and calm, like a volcano, before he broke out.

"But why? We were about to have a nice conversation, right sweetheart?", she hummed as a reply, nodding towards the wolf boy. "I-I-I guess so." The urge to leave, was building in his chest, causing his heart to pound a bit more. He felt his senses sharpen, seeing every little detail in his surroundings. No. He needed to stay calm. But the way Donovan tensed, keeping him away from that woman made him feel ... worried, scared. Who was she and what has she did, causing his mate to act like that. Unconscious, he tilted his head, looking questioning up to the vampire. Maybe he would explain later everything. If he was lucky.

"Just don't talk to him again, Elizabeth. Or else, you will regret it", Donovan hissed. Gently, but still with urge, he pulled Bleiz by the waist with him, holding him close. "You need to stay away from her, okay?", he asked seriously, looking straight in his eyes.
"Why? What's wrong?" Bleiz' voice was only a tiny whisper, afraid to ask louder. "Just ... trust me. You aren't safe alone. Especially when she's here", the vampire simply answered. Still, he didn't loosen his grip, causing the wolf boy to gasp for air. "It would be nice, if you let me breath", he muttered, but relaxed when he finally gave him enough space to breath.

"How grateful of you." A bit annoyed, Bleiz rolled with his eyes, but was still close to Donovan. "I still don't know, why you're behaving like that", he added, looking up to the vampire. "I told you. Trust me. Maybe I will explain you everything sooner or later", he simply answered, pressing a small kiss on his head.

His lips felt cold, but soft against his skin, making him smile. A soft hum escaped Bleiz' throat, while he cuddled in his chest. Besides, or better said, surrounded by him, he felt far more safety and protected than before.

"Everything will be fine, alright?", Donovan asked him softly, caressing gently his cheek. So soft and warm. He could get used to this wonderful, light feeling, which seemed to make his heart beat even faster.
Still confused a bit, Bleiz nodded, but didn't want to ask any more. It simply would be pointless, even if he will ask hundred times the same question. Expect that Donovan would get annoyed, something which he wanted of course not to happen. Instead, he simply cuddled more against his loved vampire. Light purrs escaped him, as the immortal started to stroke his hair.

"You like that, huh?" Softly, Donovan chuckled, pressing small kisses on his head. "I also like to do this", he whispered quietly in his hair, inhaling the sweet smell of the younger man. The heart of Bleiz was beating fast against his chest, so he stopped to walk. It sounded so strange, yet so wonderful in his ears.

"Is everything alright?" The actions of the vampire made Bleiz confusing. Has he done anything wrong? A bit, he tilted his head, but held still for him, when he smiled. "I love your heartbeat. It sounds so wonderful. Full of life and with the innocence of a young, sweet boy." Donovan's voice was rough, but the small body of the wolf boy was shaking a little, when he touched the spot of his heart.

"I'm not innocent", Bleiz muttered, looking to the side. "I have blood on my hands, like everybody else has. I'm a monster." He has taken a deep breath, before his gaze wandered up to the immortal. "I don't care, Bleiz. I don't care, what you've done, or you're about to do. For me, you're innocent. And I won't let anything happen to you, understand me?", Donovan asked serious, going a bit in his knees, to be eye-to-eye to the smaller one. Carefully, he cupped his face, like Bleiz was made of glass and could break anytime.

Although, the wolf boy has felt the protective side of Donovan lately, he still was surprised. He has never guessed, that somebody, even his soulmate, would be so protective towards him. Intensive, Donovan's ocean blue eyes were focusing him, coming his face a bit closer. Bleiz leaned towards him as well, already feeling his strong, peppermint breath on his skin. Just the kind he liked it. "Just kiss me", Bleiz whispered, his brown eyes focused on his perfect, wonderful lips, which can do magic with his body.

A soft grin appeared on Donovan's face. It was almost adorable, how he wanted to feel his cold lips against his beautiful, pink and sweet ones. To be honest, the immortal could kiss his lips the whole day and would never get tired of it. Fascinating, how this small man had such a great control above him. So, he didn't want to waste any second.

With a sudden eager, the immortal pulled Bleiz in a long and deep kiss. His hand held Bleiz tight by his slim hip, caressing gently the silk of his shirt with his thumb. Again, he grinned, as he heard his loved one gasping for air, but didn't pull away. Instead, he moved his lips almost as passionate, as Donovan himself did. Small, elegant fingers - only an artist could have such pretty fingers - were wandering up in his black hair, playing with his light locks.
Deep hums escaped the vampire, pulling Bleiz even closer. Ice against fire. A dance with their lips, who can ignite the greater flame. Maybe, Donovan was even a bit surprised, that the smaller one was fighting for the dominance as well, but he loved it. The dance grew hotter every second, the flames fighting for burying the other one and take control of it. His whole life, he has thought, drugs and hard sex could make him high, drowning him in an ocean of light-hearted ecstasy. But this was even better than getting lost in the unknown depth of the sea. Because he has found his anchor, who held him.

The urge of feeling his body underneath him grew every second, he kept kissing him like that. Bleiz' hot, sweet tongue was licking above his lower lip. First almost shy but getting eager every moment. A soft growl escaped Donovan, opening his mouth to let him enter. His hot tongue felt so good in his cold mouth. It was almost amusing how shy, but also curious, the boy was exploring his mouth, brushing softly above his teeth, until he finally poked his tongue. Another growl escaped Donovan, pulling the smaller one even closer.

Without hesitation, he started to dance around Bleiz' tongue, feeling the wonderful warmth of it. He has missed this. Kissing a living creature, so pure and wonderful. Kissing someone, who showed him as much feelings, as he did. Sweet sounds of pleasure escaped his loved one, causing him to wrap his arms protective, tighter around him. But Donovan didn't even dare to let go of Bleiz' lips, pressing his tongue even more against the one of Bleiz, growling and even moaned softly.
Carefully, he rolled with his hips, just to test how far he could go and smirked a little, as Bleiz moaned surprised. Of course, Donovan didn't hesitate, to use to situation and gain dominance in the heated kiss. Tight, he pulled Bleiz against his body, still moving his hips lightly against his', while playing with his hot tongue.

Soft gasps escaped Bleiz, feeling his legs shaking and giving in under his body. Only the strong arms of Donovan held him, which pulled him even closer, so he wouldn't fall. But still, he danced with his lover's tongue, small hands wandering under his shirt, to touch his cold, defined abs. Curious, Bleiz scratched lightly with his nails above the skin, earning a growl of his vampire.
Not even in a minute, he found himself pressed against the wall, arms above his head. For some seconds, the immortal let go of the smaller one, not wanting to miss his beautiful face. A soft, pink shimmer laid above Bleiz' cheeks, his full, pink lips half open, gasping for air. Probably, because he wasn't used to kiss so long. So sweet and innocent. And Donovan would take his innocence. He would make him beg for more, kissing him and loving him with every inch of his body. Holding in his arms and telling him sweet words, to hear his angelic, pleasing sounds of ecstatic pleasure.

Slowly, Bleiz opened his eyes, just to drown into the endless black of Donovan's eyes. They hadn't the bright, blue color anymore. They were black, watching him, like he was his prey. But still so beautiful. "Don", he whispered, gasping for air once again. He wanted to touch him, stroking through his hair, playing with his black strains, but he couldn't, arms still held by the vampire above his head. He was glad, the wall was behind him, so he wouldn't collapse. His legs were shaking a little, heart beating loud in his ears.
Donovan didn't move. His black eyes wandering above the beautiful face of his angel. "You're so defenseless. I could do everything with you and you couldn't even do anything against it", he breathed with his rough voice, one hand stroking above his upper body. "I could scream", Bleiz replied quietly, focusing the vampire, who got slowly closer. He knew, Donovan would never harm him, but still, he started to get nervous.

"No. Because you wouldn't have a reason to scream. I'll never hurt you, I promise. I will protect you with everything I have", he whispered, leaning more forward. Gently, he breathed against the skin of Bleiz' neck, letting his peppermint scent mix with the wonderful, sweet taste. A high, surprised moan escaped Bleiz, jumping a bit.

"Shh, it's alright. I'm here. I'll hold you", Donovan promised, pressing a featherlight kiss on his neck. He just rested there with his face, taking a deep breath of his wonderful fragrance. It was like, he was addicted to him. Maybe, already was. His own, personal drug. Carefully, he scratched with his teeth above the spot, still holding Bleiz' arms up above his head. His loved one should only focus on his lips and not about anything else. Just feeling his little affection and admiring towards him.

Bleiz whimpered softly, tilting his head a little. He didn't care about anything else. Only Donovan and his lips on his neck counted. Nothing else seemed to be important anymore. The cold thumb of him stroked above his wrists, massaging them gently in slow circles. "Dono", he breathed like a soft prayer in the air, bucking his hips a bit, while the vampire still scratched a bit with his teeth above the spot, before he kissed it again. An unknown feeling of pleasure rushed through his body, hitting him like a wave. Another, light moan escaped him, tilting his head even more.

The corners of Donovan's mouth were curled up to a smile, while he decided, to please his innocent loved one a little longer. Gently, his lips were trailing up his neck, until he reached the spot behind the ear. His cold lips. They let Bleiz' skin burn, even if they felt like ice. Leaving a hot trail of passion and tenderness. Heavy breaths came out of his mouth, blood rushing in his lower regions. The gentle kisses drove the wolf boy crazy, making him want for more. Just like the immortal has wanted it.

Donovan kissed the spot behind his ear, pressing his body a bit tighter against Bleiz. He wanted him. He wanted him so badly. The way his angel reacted to him made him crazy in love, wanting to keep the younger one even closer, to have him only for himself. His tongue licked above the wonderful neck. It was such a sweet taste, he could never get tired of it. Carefully, Donovan kissed his skin again, smirking by the sweet, innocent and arousing sounds, Bleiz moaned in the air. How could someone be so innocent, but also so hot for him, the same time?

Another, soft gasp escaped him, as he gently kissed a spot a bit longer. His kiss went harder, rougher, wanting to test, how far he could go. Deep, grunting noises escaped Donovan, feeling his need for the smaller one to build. His wicked tongue flicked above this spot, before he started to suck on his skin, letting one hand of Bleiz go, wanting to feel his touch.
For some seconds, Bleiz opened widely his eyes, gasping surprised and moaned deeply. Relaxed, he grabbed Donovan by his hip, closing his eyes again. The feeling to be marked by his vampire turned him even more on. With a moan, he tilted his neck, wanting to feel more of his wonderful, cold mouth on his hot skin. The cold hand of Donovan wandered under his shirt, touching and stroking his abs.

He hasn't thought, Bleiz would be so muscular. Beautiful. Simply beautiful and hot. Well, Bleiz would be for him beautiful as well, if he hadn't any muscles. He was the most beautiful man in his entire world and Donovan knew, that he would never leave him. His beautiful man.

"Woah, you two calm down. This isn't a place for soft porn!" Oh, right. The other guests of the hotel were still there.

Annoyed, Donovan growled and rolled with his eyes, slowly letting go of Bleiz' neck, but looked proudly at the hickey on his skin. "Jealous?", he asked James March with a raised eyebrow, pulling his loved one gently closer. Some while ago, he has stopped to trust anyone, especially in this house. Expect for Bleiz, who he would give his life for. Why? He had no answer for this. He just wanted to protect him for everything and Donovan always listened to his feeling.
The smaller one shook a little, hiding his face almost shamefully in the back of Donovan. It was so weird, to get caught by a making out. Has this even been a making out? Insecure, Bleiz bit on his lower lip, still pressing himself tight against Donovan. Soft hums escaped him, inhaling deeply the strong scent. His fragrance always calmed him down. It was such a good taste in his opinion.

"No, not really. Enjoy yourselves, as long as you two can", the ghost stated with a slight grin, before he turned around, to go in the other direction.

"He's so weird." A bit worried, the vampire looked down to his innocent angel, who kept holding him. "Shh, everything's fine, love. He's gone", Donovan calmed him, pulling Bleiz gently even closer. Softly, he pressed a light kiss on his hair. But still ... He had to think about James' words. Has this been a threat? Against him and Bleiz? A soft growl escaped him, pressing the smaller one tighter against his chest. Owner of the house or not, he had no right, to scare his loved one. In his protective manner, he pressed several kisses on his head, burying his nose deep inside the soft, fluffy hair.

A bit confused, Bleiz wrapped his arms around Donovan. He had no idea what was going on. Of course, he hasn't been thrilled neither, when Mister March has caught them, but the vampire seemed somehow to be even more distracted about this. "Is everything alright?", he decided to ask quietly, tilting his head a little. Carefully, he touched his hand, stroking gently above the back of it.

As an answer, he only earned deep hums and a soft squeeze. "Let's go in your room, sweetheart", Donovan mumbled, pressing a feather light kiss in his hair. For some seconds, the wolf boy just held his eyes close, to enjoy the wonderful, loving kiss. "Of course, only if you want to", he breathed after a while, looking up to him.

Smiling, the immortal looked him deeply in his eyes, leaning a bit forward to give him another, protective kiss on his forehead. The corners of Bleiz' mouth were twitching out of joy, dragging Donovan gently by his hips closer. "I would love to, dear", Bleiz purred, grinning a little. "But don't undress me, Mister", he added with a wink, stroking above his chest, before he let go of him and walked forwards.

A light chuckle escaped Donovan, rushing behind him. The shameless tease he was, he stroked above his butt, smirking a bit. "There are some things, even I can't promise you", Donovan mused in his ear, kissing gently his temple.

Softly, Bleiz yelped, jumping a bit, as he as felt the hand of the immortal. "It's rude to touch butts", he muffled, blushing a little. Again, Donovan chuckled, kissing his head. "I know. I'm a bad boy", he breathed in his ear, chuckling slightly. The dark blush on Bleiz' cheeks was way too adorable.

"What? You want me to punish you?", he asked with a grin, unlocking his room. Smiling, he leaned against Donovan's strong chest, feeling his muscular arms wrapped around his waist. "No. You'll get punished for having so dirty minds", he hummed in his ear, snickering softly.

"I think you have the dirty minds here", Bleiz mused, turning around, to hug him tight. The corners of Donovan's mouth were twitching, as he hugged him back, just holding him tight against his body. For some seconds, he has even thought, that his heart has started to beat again.

Hi guys, I'm sorry for taking so long with the update. I just came home from hospital, so yeah ...
Anyway, I hope you all liked this chapter and the sexual tension.