Mail Order Man, part 1

This is a StevieKilla original, I got inspired by television show that had me laughing my head off. Real stories from the Comedy Channel,any way, I've twisted and contorted that into one of my trully fantastic stories. Haha, now you know my name.1

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Part one...What!?!?!?3

"What do you mean you spent 50,000 dollars to order me a bride!"I cry in outrage, my mother standing infront of me with a sheepish look on her tired face.4

Alright, here's the download on me. I am a twenty four year old single straight man, have to let you understand that. I am 6'2.5, I have dark hair, I am pale because of the many hours infront of the computer, don't mess with the computer technician specially not when he's on a thirty hour coffee binge. My eyes are tired and have dark rings around them, my mates call me L because I remind them of the character L from Deathnote, personally, I would rather drink coffee than binge on sweets and savouries. The coffee is why I'm so thin and awake most days.5

"Well, you spend most of your days on the computer and you never meet any one, so I thought you might want some love."Mum says and I huff, I shouldn't yell at my mother, she's too old for this, and rich.6

"There are much more constructive things you could've done with your money mother."I huff and she smiles at me.7

"If 50,00 dollars brings me a grandchild, then it was well spent."She says and I scratch my head, this is not cool.8

"Where is she from?"I mumble and she logs onto her computer, she's pretty darn good at using technology for a fifty nine year old woman.9

"France, her name is Demi. Is that okay with you Knox?"She asks and I stair at the picture of the person. Certainly very pretty, with bright blue eyes and soft flowing blonde hair, flawless softly tanned skin. Something is off though, like her face has something masculine in it, so pretty though.10

"Fine, she's certainly pretty."I say and frown at the small dimple in Demis chin, it's adorable, but strangely wierd.11

"Good, she should be here in a week."She says and I look towards my room, the girl would hate to see a room like mine, euck.12

"So, clean up."She says and goes to her emails, go mother.13

I walk into my room and cross my arms, if things go to my mothers plans, Demi will be sharing a bed with me next week, wow.14

Part two... It's a dude?!?15

The week passes by quickly, strange, considering I am looking foreward to meeting the woman I'm apparen'ty married to now, according to my mother.16

There is a knock at the front door and my heart leaps, so much excitement in the house today.17

My mother gets up from the couch and the look on my mums face means either she's here and wasn't what she expected, or it's the posty or something.18

"Come in."Mum says in a quiet voice and I stand up, this is going to be scary.19

This is fucked up, is all I can think when a man walks in, looking exactly like the pick, he's a guy because of his body, his face is so feminine.20

My heart leaps when he looks at me and I don't know whether it is sickness or being frightened, maybe something else, but no...21

"Hello, I am Demi Jillian."He says and my stomach drops further, my mum ordered me a mail order man!22

"Hello, umm can you excuse us please?"I whisper and he inclines his head, he is so pretty that it is scary for me.23

"Mother?"I say and she follows me out of the room.24

"I'm sorry, but it's non refundable."She whispers and I run my hand down my face, staring at her in horror.25

"Mum, shit, can't you mind you mind your own business next time?"I whisper and she nods, tears falling down her cheeks.26

I wrap her in my arms and let her cry, this is some fucked up shit.27

"Well, atleast he can be your friend?"She laughs weakly and I laugh, this is some funky shit right here.28

"Yeah, let all my friends hit on him and I can tease 'em."I say and she cocks an eyebrow at me.29

"You're married to him."She laughs and I smile, yeah I s'pose I am.30

"Yeah, but doesn't mean I'm going to fuck him or let him fuck me for that matter."I laugh and we walk back into the lounge room, Demi is staring at the mural I panted on the roof.31

"Who's the artist?"He asks in his thick accent.32

"Knox."Mother says and points to me, making me blush.33

"It's very...Beautiful. I love the colour combination, it's34

very unique."He says with a smile and goes back to stairing at me painting.35

"Thankyou, do you like to paint?"I ask and he shakes his head, flushing red.36

"Oh no, I like dancing. I prefer art the way it is, in other peoples minds and it keeps me wondering what else is in their mind. I just like to look and watch."He says with a heart stopping smile and I laugh.37

"Come with me."I say with a grin and he follows me into my bedroom.38

"Oh, wow."He whispers in awe as he looks at my medievil themed bedroom, I panited my whole room as a castle type thing with dragons and people and elves and a mermaid in the pond.39

"You're very talented."He says with a grin and it's my turn to blush like an idiot.40

"Thankyou Demi, your English is really good, how did you learn it?"I ask.41

"I know many languages, I was a translator for my family for many years."He says and he runs his hand over my headboard, it's been specially crafted into a dragon, it's stunning.42

"Then why were you put up for being married off here?"I ask.43

"I needed to get away from France, in all honesty, I am a hunted creature in France."He whispers and lowers his eyes.44

"Hunted for what?"I ask quietly, watching him with interested eyes, I'm always a sucker for a good story.45

He sits on my bed and shrugs off his coat, it's bulky, I don't blame him, it's freezing out there.46

"Please don't send me back."He whispers and I smile.47

"Non refundable, can't send yah back."I assure him and he smiles sheepishly.48

"I'm sorry that I am not female, but I am willing to do my duties if thats what you were after."He says and I shake my head, laughing.49

"Nah, I'm good, I'm just after companionship, my mother wanted me to get a wife or some shit so she can have grandkids."I say and he shrugs.50

"Well, you get what you wish, if you don't have another bed for me, then do you mind me sleeping with you?"He asks.51

"I don't mind, it'll be like a fucked up sleep over, if you don't mind snorring."I blush and he laughs, touching my scrappy hair.52

"I don't mind, is there anything you would like to know about me?"He asks and I let out a huff.53

"Why are you a hunted being?"I ask and he crawls closer to me.54

"I'm not human and I am hunted for my fur, what do you think I am?"He asks.55

"A cheetah?"I laugh and he shakes his head, chuckling.56

"No, but I like your humour, it's sarcastic. I am a werecat, not a cheetah, I am a were lynx."He says and I bite my lip, this is so exciting.57

"Aren't lynx's in Southern Spain, Germany and stuff?"I say and he shakes his head.58

"They're in France, the actual animal ones went extict, then they were reintroduced. Now the hunters moved there and they killed my family."He whispers and a tear rolls down his cheek.59

I wrap him in my arms and for the secound time today I let someone cry on me, I'm not very good with tears.60

"I'm sorry, this is a hard subject for me but if you ask, I will have to tell you."He whispers and I just stroke his hair, it's soft.61

"If I have to do something stupid to make you laugh, you will have to pay."I say and he laughs, nuzzling into my neck, making me push him away.62

"I'm sorry, please forgive me."He begs and I shake my head.63

"I'm sorry, that was just wierd."I say and he blushes.64

"Sorry, in my family, my kind, we cuddle when we are sad and depressed, it gives us warmth and makes us feel needed."He explains.65

"I'll hug you, just don't nuzzle, it tickles and it's just really strange."I say and he nods his head.66

"I'll obey your rules, thankyou for your kindness."He whispers and rests his head on my lap, just resting there, so childish behaviour.67

"You're mourning still?"I whisper and he nods, looking away from my face, ashamed of his sadness.68

"My dad died about nine months ago and it still hurts, but I think I'd be distroyed with out my mum."I whisper and he looks at me.69

He sits up and we just hold each other, if this is what we like, this is how it is.70

I close my eyes and nuzzle into his neck, he smells like home to me, home? I am at home, but it doesn't feel like home, not like he feels like.71

I burry my fingers into his hair and smell up his neck, he whimpers and fights not to nuzzle up to me like he wants to.72

"Stop me."I whisper and he just sits, panting heatedly as I breathe in his scent.73

"I can't stop you, I am not a dominant in any sense."He whispers and digs his fingers into my sheets.74

"Stop me."I growl and bite at his neck, making his breath come up short, so much mine.75

"I can't, I like it."He moans and I shove him away from me, he ends up on the floor, both of us panting.76

"You wont be sleeping with me tonight."I hiss and he bows his head low.77

"Yes Sir."He whispers and slowly backs out of the room.78

My heart beating rapidly, that was too close for comfort.