chapter  13;
- sweet lips;

BLEIZ LITERALLY STUMBLED IN HIS ROOM, BARELY ABLE TO WALK. His whole body was a shaking mess, as soon as Donovan has started to kiss his neck along. Despite the coldness, his lips and tongue left a hot trail on his skin. Soft moans escaped Bleiz, as he licked above a sensitive spot on his neck, causing him to gasp slightly.

The lips of Donovan were curled up to a smirk, while he closed the door. With a sudden eager, he pushed him against a wall, growling deeply. Ice blue eyes, turning to a dark, almost black color, like the depth of the Bermuda Triangle. Almost hungry, he studied the smaller one in front of him. How his warm body sank up and down, pink full lips half open. The blush on his face made him look almost innocent in the eyes of the predator. Slowly, Donovan came closer, breathing his peppermint breath against the cherry lips of his loved one. "Have you ever been touched before?", Donovan whispered. "Like I do?", he added with a soft smirk, carefully stroking with one hand above his shirt.

Heavy breaths escaped him, his body starting to shake again. "No. You're the first", Bleiz admitted quietly, biting down on his lower lip. His brown eyes looked almost shameful to the side, insecure if Donovan accept him because of his inexperience. In the middle 20s and still a virgin? His first kiss stolen just some time ago by the beautiful immortal right in front of him.

"You're even more innocent than I've thought", Donovan breathed, carefully lifting his face up. "How did I deserve you, you little angel? I keep wondering that the whole time since I've seen in your damn, innocent, brown eyes. I tried to build walls around my heart, but you just had to look at me and the bricks and stones were crushing down on the ground. You already held my heart in your pretty hand, the first time you've looked at me. You make me forget, what pain is. I only feel this ecstasy, while I'm with you. Like I'm the whole time high. The only thing which makes me worried, is that you can get hurt. I don't care about anything else." His voice was deep, rough, still his eyes focused on the man in front of him. His innocent prey.

The blush went a bit darker, while Bleiz looked up to him. Carefully, he wiggled one hand of his grip free, to stroke with it above his abs, wandering up to his heart. "I feel the same", he whispered. "It's not gravity which holds me on earth. It's you. It's only you. It has always been you", he whispered, dragging him on the silk of his shirt a bit closer. He almost drowned in these beautiful eyes, coming his lips a bit closer.

Donovan swallowed hard, looking back in those deer eyes. What a sweet, little prey he was. And oh, the scent of his rushing blood, the closer he came to him. He could bite him, making him to his forever. To a dead creature, just like he was. But Donovan knew, he would never forgive himself, if he turned this pure boy to a cold killer. Instead of digging his teeth in his smooth, warm flesh, he stroked with his hand above his neck, caressing with his thumb the exposed skin.

"I've never thought, someone would care about me. I've always thought ... No, I was sure, Elizabeth has loved me. Maybe she has loved me at some point. But I was so blind the whole time and then you've literally stumbled in my life and changed me", he whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his flushed cheek. Again, he moved a bit closer to him, caressing his wrist with the other hand.

"I can't fix you, Donovan. Only you can fix yourself. I just can help you", Bleiz whispered back, coming his face again, a bit closer. "And to let you feel loved. Wanted. And needed. I need you, Donny", he breathed, pressing a delicate kiss on his lips.
"Just like I need you, angel." Donovan's voice started to shake a little, overwhelmed with feelings. The things, Bleiz has said to him, felt like balm for his wounds in his heart. How could such a sweet boy want to be with him? "I need you. You're the fire to my gasoline", he breathed, pulling him to a heated kiss. Hungry, his lips were smashing against those soft ones of Bleiz, feeling their warmth.

More. Donovan wanted more. He wanted to feel him. His dead heart screamed for him, just like the rest of his body did. He needed him so bad. Tight, he pressed himself against Bleiz, knowing now, nobody would disturb them. Another growl escaped him, while he stroked with one hand under his shirt again, feeling those abs. Smirking, he lifted his shirt a bit up, so he could see him.

God, this man needed to be an angel, with a body and loveliness like that. A sudden sweet scent entered his nose, causing him to groan lightly in arousal. With ease, Donovan lifted the smaller on up, laying him down on the bed. He looked so helpless underneath him. How could he know, that innocence was such a pleasant thing?

Big, brown and sparkling eyes were looking up to him, literally burning in his dead heart. "I won't take your innocence tonight", he has breathed in his ear, before he bit carefully down on his lobe. "I think, I need to learn you a few things first, so I won't feel so guilty", Donovan hummed, his mouth formed to a smirk.

The soft, red color appeared again on the flawless face of Bleiz, soft breaths escaped him. Poor boy, already so aroused, he couldn't talk. It was almost amusing, how this little angel reacted to the evils' touch. Indeed, Donovan felt almost cruel, how he treated the fragile creature, who laid on bed, with him above.

"Donny", Bleiz whispered like a sweet prayer, when he has caught his breath again, pulling him carefully against his chest. First, the immortal wanted to make him stop. He must feel heavy on the boys' body, knowing how strong his vampire-self was. Already, he could imagine the bones shatter in him. But the younger one didn't seem to have a problem with it. Instead of screaming in pain, he wrapped his arms around him and tugged him even closer.

Did he hug him? Seemed at least like that. His elegant hands ruffled through his black hair, playing with its' strains, while the other hand was wrapped tight around his waist. "You're surprising strong", Donovan stated, pressing a kiss on his temple.
"You're not very heavy", Bleiz simply answered, still caressing the fine hair in his neck. "In fact, you're light as a feather to me." A slight smirk appeared on his face, as he kissed the face of Donovan along. "Your bones should've been crashed, when you've pulled me that close and tight against you", the immortal muttered, pressing a kiss on his forehead. "This could've killed you." His tone was now serious, looking him deeply in the eye. No matter what, but if something happens to Bleiz, he would lose his mind. Alone the thought of it, made him almost insane.

"It's alright, Donny. I know, what I'm doing", Bleiz whispered, pulling him to a long and deep kiss. The lips of the immortal tasted to good. As sweet as love, yet as bitter as life. And it felt like heaven should feel. Like there was only Donovan, who mattered now, and everything else was so unnecessary.
He has wanted to disagree. He has even wanted to start an argument, that Bleiz shouldn't be so careless with his precious life. But as soon as their lips were finally dancing again, with each other, he put these thoughts aside. Instead, Donovan just focused on Bleiz' sweet, cherry-like mouth, which he already needed as much as he needed blood to survive.

A deep growl escaped Bleiz. Well, it wasn't really he, himself, but more his inner wolf, which started to growl. Nobody else should touch him, like he did. For some seconds, his brown eyes glowed blue, like the endless tundra in the Antarctica.

Donovan blinked a bit confused, thinking, his mind has just played with him. Bleiz' eyes were brown, not blue. Brown, like they were now. A warm, innocent brown. Just like the way, a sweet boy could have. "I think, I won't let you go so fast", he suddenly admitted, his voice quit. He almost regretted his words. He knew, how easily he was to replace. Just like Elizabeth has done. But with Bleiz ... he knew, it would kill him, if the lovely angel will leave him. It would take his last will to life, away.

"You wouldn't need to. Because I will stay by your side", Bleiz whispered. He focused Donovan, caressed above his flawless cheek. How could he ever leave him? It was unbelievable for him, that anyone could think about letting go of the most amazing man, he has probably ever met. Maybe, it was the soulmate-thing between them, which made everything feel so good and wonderful around Donovan. He was the perfect person for him. The piece of puzzle, which has been missing so long in his whole life.

The corners of Donovan's mouth were twitching slightly. Bleiz was too pure, too sweet for this bitter world. It was almost selfish from him, that he wanted the boy being by his side, in this murderous, evil place, by such a pitiful and horrible creature he was. But only when he was with him, he could protect him. Like he was a fragile doll, Donovan caressed with only the back of his hand, the soft, warm cheek of him.

A bit, Bleiz smiled, his brown eyes sparkling warm. "You don't need to protect me", he whispered, leaning into his gentle, sweet touches. The gentle behavior of Donovan just didn't fit to the strong, cold body he had. Judging by only his look, people would say, he meant trouble. But the wolf boy knew, you shouldn't judge someone by the way they looked. Beautiful people could be ugly in the inside. But Donovan wasn't. He was so beautiful, and he knew, that his heart was even prettier.

"I have to", the vampire whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead. It made him sick, when he thought about Bleiz, getting wounded, because he couldn't pay attention. He didn't want him to leave ever his side. This hotel could be a deadly trap. Especially for someone so fragile. Softly, he kissed his cheek, then his temple, and his nose tip. "I just have to", he repeated.

"Oh darling", Bleiz purred, smirking a little by the soft grin, Donovan gave him, as he let his British accent coming through. "Mrr, a British hottie is with me in bed", the immortal hummed, winking playfully. His grin went even wider, as he saw the blush creeping up again, in Bleiz' face.
"Just British, not a hottie", he said with a tilted head and blushed even more. For Donovan, it was just adorable, every time, this color of innocence appeared on his handsome, cute face. As gently, as possible, he cupped his face and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

"You're a hottie", he whispered against his skin, lifting his shirt a bit up, to touch his muscles. The warm skin felt so amazing underneath his cold fingers. It was so much more, than everything else, he has felt the past years. Almost, like he has wasted a lot of time in the past. Oh, he should have looked out for him. Finding this precious treasure.

Softly, Bleiz gasped, but didn't move. To be honest, he was craving for his wonderful touch. It tickled, almost felt electric, when he stroked above his stomach, scratching it even lightly. "Take my shirt off", he whispered. "Please", he quickly added. Well, never forget your manners.
In amusement, Donovan smirked, lifting his shirt a bit more up. "Mm, I thought, you didn't want me to undress you", he said with an almost teasing grin, leaning forward, to bite gently in his exposed skin. Just like he has thought, Bleiz tasted sweet. Like a bright red cherry, dipped in some cream. He has loved the taste, when he has been a child. Cherries with cream and pancakes. His former, favorite food. Softly, he licked above the skin, scratching again, a bit above this flawless body. Sweet whimpers of pleasure escaped the male underneath him, causing him to groan a little. Only by this innocence, by this cuteness, he drove him crazy. With a swift, elegant movement, Donovan has finally taken his shirt off and oh – this sinful, beautiful body.

His eyes have turned almost completely black, dipping into the beauty of him. Flawless. Well, almost. Carefully, Donovan touched a small, white scar right above his heart. The muscle of Bleiz was pumping fast, as his fingers stroked above it. Why on this spot? Donovan frowned a little. Has he been stabbed? If yes, by who? Who could want to hurt such a lovely creature? Softly, he brushed with his lips above the probably only blemish he had.

Tiny breathes escaped Bleiz, arching his back. "Donovan", he whispered, stroking through his black hair. Loving, the immortal looked up to him. The adoring, sweet look, the immortal gave him, made him smile. He cupped his face and pulled him a bit up, so his face was just above his own. "May I touch you?", he asked, almost shyly. A bit, he tilted his head, pressing a slight kiss on his temple.

"Of course, sweetheart. You can always touch me", Donovan whispered, feeling almost a bit touched, how adorable he has asked him. Like he was afraid of doing something, he wouldn't approve. But Bleiz could probably do everything with him and he wouldn't fight against his touches or actions.

Again, the young man blushed, slowly lifting his shirt up, but removed it with one, quick movement of his elegant hands. Amazed, he studied his upper body, carefully scratching above the steel hard abs of Donovan. "So perfect", Bleiz whispered, throwing the shirt in some corner in this room.
He tried to lift himself a bit up, causing the older one to back away a bit. Maybe, Donovan has known, what his intentions were, because he has sat up, stretching his legs out.
An almost shy smile appeared on the face of Bleiz, while he climbed on his lap, making himself comfortable on the strong legs. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around Donovan's neck, looking deeply in his eyes. These ocean blue eyes caught him again. And even if he felt like he would fall, he knew, that he would land safe, feeling himself caught in his strong arms, which were now tightly wrapped around his waist, tugging him closer.

Donovan stroked his back along, groaning even a little, as he felt the muscles of his back underneath his fingers. "Such a beauty on my lap", he hummed, biting gently in his earlobe. "A hot mess better said", he added, chuckling lightly, as he felt the body of his lover tensing a bit.
"Shh, it's alright. I won't hurt you, or sleep tonight with you", he whispered, rubbing gently his back. He wished, he was able to lock Bleiz in his arms and keep him safe. But he knew, he couldn't. So, Donovan just held him close, kissing gently his head. It just needed three words, which made him believe, that he maybe wasn't such a horrible creature after all: "I feel safe."

Bleiz' voice has been just a tiny whisper, as he has said it. Probably, it wasn't really his mind saying these things, more his dear heart, but why should he hesitate? Deeply, he inhaled the wonderful scent of Donovan, enjoying his fragrance, especially so close. As tight as possible, he pressed himself against his loved one, when he suddenly felt a cold hand on his cheek. He looked up to him. "Donovan", he barely managed to say, by those dark eyes. But Bleiz didn't even has to say something.

Just after the sweet voice has said his name, Donovan couldn't hold himself back and just had to smash their lips. He bit down on his lower lip, tugging a bit on his soft, sweet flesh. Again, a sweet noise escaped his pretty mouth. The immortal didn't even take his time, to listen to him. He needed to taste and feel his lips. His body pressed against his own. Maybe, deep down, Donovan wanted even more, but he would never forgive himself, if he will take his innocence now. It was too early.

Still, Donovan wanted to teach his loved man some lessons. As soon, as Bleiz opened his mouth, he let his tongue slid inside his warm, sweet mouth. Never in his immortal life, he would get tired of this. He groaned a little, pulling him closer, not even a paper would have fit between their chests.
His nails were digging a bit in his back, marking him a bit.

Every sound, Bleiz made, while their tongues were dancing hotter than the brightest flame, sent Donovan to heaven. He just couldn't imagine anything better than this. Every single thought, which was besides Bleiz, he just let it move in the background. Only the small angle on his lap was now important. Deep moans escaped him, as Bleiz gained some confidence in the kiss, playing more eager with his cold tongue.

Small hands were ruffling through his black hair, also tiny nails scratching in his neck. If he had a heart, it would beat now fast and loud. Loud enough for the world to hear. For everyone to hear, that he was finally happy in his life, and this wonderful man decided to kiss him.

The corners of his mouth were twitching slightly, as Bleiz pushed him down on the mattress, not daring to break the kiss. Usually, Donovan didn't like to lay underneath his partners, making him feel vulnerable. Though, he has sworn to himself, not to let anybody show his vulnerable sides, he let Bleiz do it. Everything seemed to be different with him. Maybe, because he felt free with him.

He felt free, as the young man on top of him let go of his lips and brushed with his mouth above his neck.

He felt vulnerable, when he stroked his arm along, intertwining their hands.

He felt safe, when he squeezed it, gently kissing his sensitive, exposed skin along.

He felt like he actually had a heart and wished, this night, this moment would never end.

I hope, you all enjoyed this sexy chapter.
(Ps: Listen to Unconditionally by Katy Perry. It was my very inspiration for this)
Especially for my Blonovan hardcore stan galacticmoondust