Sweetness, chapter 1

I guess that there is a sweet dessert for every season; in summer it is ice cream, fruit salad and ice poles. In winter, its hot chocolate and warm apple pie, and in spring and autumn it's rock candy and chocolate hearts. It strange, I'm a Winter person all year round, sweet warm stuff even in the hottest of weathers and my brother... He is a summer person all year round; he'd eat ice cream in a blizzard.1

"Matt." I hear my name called by my brother and I sigh. I am huddled up in a blanket on the couch, watching television and sipping hot chocolate.2

"What?" I call, untangling my feet from the woollen blanket. These are the days I love winter, the snuggliness of it all, relaxing, watching television, wishing someone was there to hold you to take away the chill in your heart like the blanket takes away the chill in your skin.3

"Help!" He calls and I put my drink on the table, running into his bedroom.4

A tall man is standing above my smaller brother, his arms crossed and he looks very vampire like... He has deathly pale skin, dark hair, blackened eyes and skeletal fingers.5

My brother grabs him and helps him lie on the bed; the man looks so sick, so weak.6

"What's happening?" I frown, my brother stroking the man’s hair, my brother is one year younger than me, and I’m eighteen, just.7

"He hasn't eaten in days, he just got back, and we need to help him.” My brother sobs, holding the man to his chest, the man’s fangs keep flashing.8

"He is?" I ask and Allen looks directly into my eyes.9

"He's Petre." Allen says and my stomach drops, Petre is a character in Allen’s stories, tall, dark and handsome in Allen’s descriptions, oh... He is also a frigin vampire!10

"Are you being absolutely serious with me?" I ask and he nods. I crawl onto the bed, if Allen’s stories show Petres personality, then I have nothing to fear, Petre in the stories is nice and civilised.11

"So there is some reality to your stories?” I ask and Allen nods, blushing, even the extreme gay sex scenes... Now I really know that my brother is gay.12

"What do you need me to do?” I ask, knowing for a fact Allen is absolutely in love with Petre.13

"Let him bite you, he refuses to bite me because he doesn't like that I enjoy the pain of it.” Allen mumbles and I roll my jumper sleave up, that's fine with me, to save a life I'm willing to risk my own.14

Petre looks at me with his darkened eyes and I let him take my arm, his hands are freezing. Allen described in much more detail how these hands made him feel, how good they felt on his heated skin.15

Petre watches me cautiously as he sinks his fangs into my arm, it hurts like a motherfucker, but I don't mind, I can tolerate it for now.16

Allen kisses Petres forehead and Petre closes his eyes, enjoying the feed, very much so that I'm afraid that he won’t stop.17

The hollowness in Petres cheeks fill out slowly and his hands warm up, as I feel my arms and legs begin to weaken, shaking.18

"Enough.” I order and Petre takes his lips from my arm, opening his eyes which are now a stunning bright blue Allen described in his stories.19

"I would've bitten your brother but I don't want him aroused when I'm this weak."Petre mumbles and cuddles up to Allen, relaxing, chilling.20

"I so would not have been aroused; I was too scared for you."Allen mutters and Petre laughs, pulling the blankets over them, leaving me stunned.21

I leave the room and go back to relaxing on the couch, I'm glad that my brother is in love, and I mean I've never really seen him with any one before.22

I stretch out and the warmth of the heater sends me off into dreamland, I think I'm going to die this way... At least I hope that I die this way, maybe with someone holding me would be good.23

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I wake to crashing and banging in my brothers room, it makes me jump off the couch, alert.25

I run into the room and a man is trying to attack my brother, but Petre is defending himself and Allen with ease.26

"Get the chains from the basement."Allen orders and I run downstairs into the basement. I'm not going to argue with a naked angry brother.27

I run my fingers across the brick wall and enjoy the roughness under my fingers. Allen walks downstairs with Petre following, dragging the man by the scruff of the neck down the stairs, the man’s arms tied behind his back.28

Allen puts the steel chair in the centre of the room and Petre slams the man onto it, I hand Petre the chains.29

"Go get your locks." Allen orders, he had the decency to put on a pair of pants.30

I go to the tool box and grab the huge locks out of it, handing them to Petre, the man screams in pain, the chains literally making his skin burn.31

"Restore, main forese." I whisper, restore, burnt flesh, in fairie. I know because of Allen’s books. This is amazing that all do this is real.32

The skin of the man restores and he glares at me with his amazingly cat like yellow- green eyes, his eyes are a little too big for the delicateness of his smooth pale face.33

"You aren't fucking fey." He growls at me and Allen runs his fingers through my hair, exposing my birthmark on the side of my neck, we both have one, his is on his lower back.34

"No, we aren't fey but we are witches." Allen says and the Fey is frozen with fear.35

"Our words hold magic, as do our hands, our blood and our skin. We are no different from fey in that matter, we may not breathe it but we hold just as much." Allen says and Petre ties the man’s feet to the front two legs of the chair.36

"Do not touch me wench." The man scowls, his teeth jagged and strangely white.37

"Matt, touch his mouth." Allen says and I sigh, alright I'll play.38

I walk slowly up to the strangely beautiful man and I look at him. His hair is long, dark and waving, it's messy and dirty, but it looks really good. His lips are thick and pink, he reminds me of a smaller much younger Jeff Bryan Davis, very sexy for a comedian.39

I run my hand down his cheek and he snarls, even when my thumb runs over his thick bottom lip I am not scared.40

"Give me your name." I whisper and he shakes his head, baring his teeth at me.41

"I can break him."Petre snarls and I can't help but chuckle, he's butt naked, it kinda looks ridiculous when he growls.42

"Give me a few minutes with him and if he doesn't give me his name then you can do what you like."I say and Allen leaves, linking arms with Petre.43

"I promise not to share your name or use it for bad things if you give it to me. I know the power your name can hold and I would never want to use it." I say gently and the man glares at me, silent.44

I straddle his legs, sitting on his lap, facing him and I run my fingers through his dark messy hair.45

I stare into his eyes and I sigh, bringing my face close to his, he smells really nice.46

"Give me your name and I'll give you mine."I whisper and his eyes widen, name sharing is used for lovers, only lovers know each other’s true names, masters now their slaves, slaves don't know their masters, but lovers know each other’s.47

"How do I know you won't lie?" He asks, fear, mistrust and pain.48

I grab my knife out of my pocket and run it down my cheek, cutting me open a little.49

"Ensanguine vice." I whisper and cut down his smooth cheek. (Blood bond.)50

I lick the cut on his face and he closes his eyes, no witch or fairy can break a blood trust.51

"I promise to give you my name once you give me yours, my true name when you give me your true name."I whisper and he nods, accepting my promise.52

I suckle on the wound, the blood is sweet and warm, and I like it.53

I let go of the cut and bring my cheek closer to his mouth, it's kinda hard for him when he can't use his hands.54

His mouth closes over my cheek and he closes his eyes, suckling on my offered blood. His lips feel really good against my cheek and I still feel like they are there even when he takes his lips from mine.55

"I promise to give you my true name and will gladly receive your name after." He whispers and licks my cheek again, it feels nice.56

"I don't know much about this stuff, but I know a few things thanks to my brother." I shrug and he sighs, relaxing.57

"Thank you for healing my skin witch." He says and I smile.58

"You're welcome, your name is?" I ask.59

"Kiran Ifran Hides." He whispers and I feel the magic in it.60

"My name is Mathew Damon Blakes."I say and he shakes his head.61

"That isn't your name, you need to own your name, that name is just your birth name." He whispers and I take a deep breath, my name, my heart name.62

"Requiem."I whisper and he shudders from head to toe, nodding.63

"There you go, thank you."He whispers and I run my finger down his cut.64

"Restore."I whisper and the wound heals.65

"Give me your cheek."He whispers and I smile, offering my bleeding cheek.66

The way he kisses my bleeding cheek has me thinking he is kissing somewhere else, like a mouth, but the feeling of my cheek healing has my hips pressing down.67

"You're a witch; you do not need to speak the words if you are as powerful as I feel you are." He says and I smile, running my hands up and down my captives’ arms.68

"This is really weird, me sitting in our prisoners lap." I say and he sighs, watching me curiously as I get off his lap.69

"Petre is a right arse; he and I have been fighting since before we knew we were fighting, for years." He sighs.70

"Ah, so why the attackage?"I ask and he smiles.71

"When we fight, it is violent, he has tortured me a few times, I've tortured him, it never ends in death, but it's vicious." He says and I sigh, watching the skin of his arms burn under the weight of the iron.72

"If I untie you, do you promise not to run?" I ask and he nods.73

"By my name I swear I won't run."He nods and I unlock him from the chains.74