1NOTE FROM AUTHOR: I actually wrote this a LONG time ago, but I decided to put it up here for kicks. It's the first and only BOY/BOY love story I ever wrote, but it was fun-I should do it again some time. Well, there's no serious adult content in here that I should warn you about, but if you're uncomfortable with intimacy among male couples, then I suggest you skip reading this. Other than that-ENJOY! =]
Immortal Reunion
The streets were empty now, except for a few last people who were making their way mindlessly to their homes. While most were asleep in there beds, there remained one who wandered the city restlessly, for he could never sleep as they did. His footsteps echoed in the wind as he made his way carelessly down the abandoned streets. He didn't really have a specific destination; he didn't really know what he was looking for. All he knew was that he was running, hiding. From what, you might ask? He didn't quite fully know, himself. He was not running from something physical, he was running from only something he could feel on the inside.
The night had just begun and it was just as beautiful as it was centuries ago. In fact, it was the only thing left that still found a way to amaze him with its beauty. The moon was a perfect crescent shape tonight, the same as it had been the night he was turned. His crystal eyes glistened in the moonlight and his raven-like hair blew around in the wind, sweeping over his face and hiding his features. He sighed and looked down at the ground. He felt like he was missing something and, in truth, he knew what it was, but it just happened to be the very thing he was running from.
However, tonight was different; he could feel it. He knew that it was a matter of time before he was found. He was starting to give up on the run; there was no point anymore. He wanted it, he wanted it so badly, but he would never admit that to himself. Tonight he had finally been found. He could feel the intense gaze of eyes upon him, but he didn't make any move to signify that he was aware of this. He just continued to stare up at the moon.
"It's about time you stopped running, Ayden," a deep voice said from behind him.
Ayden froze when he heard that familiar voice. He had been expecting this, but he still reacted the same way that he had dreaded. But somehow, at the same time, he felt his heart pound in his chest with excitement. It had been so long; he couldn't deny that he had looked forward to this day in many ways. He was almost scared to turn around and look into those eyes, but he felt himself being drawn. He turned his head and tried to keep himself collected as his eyes met the same honey colored spheres that he had come to know so well.
"Caedmon," he greeted emotionlessly.
Caedmon's eyes flickered stunningly in the moonlight at the mention of his name. His honey eyes seemed to enhance his reddish-brown hair, which swept across his face just as Ayden's did. Noticing his clothing, Ayden saw that Caedmon had stuck to his old time fashion. It was so like him that Ayden almost smiled, almost.
"It's been what? Almost two decades since your unnecessary departure?" Caedmon began.
"Eighteen years," Ayden confirmed.
"If you want to get technical, yes, it has been eighteen years," Caedmon answered, making Ayden roll his eyes. He held his arms out, inviting Ayden into his embrace, but Ayden remained where he was, unmoving. "Eighteen years is so short, yet too long to be apart. Come."
"How did you find me?" Ayden demanded, ignoring him.
Caedmon's arms dropped down at his sides and he took a step closer. He now wore an arrogant smirk as he made his way over to his greatest creation. He stood upright in front of him and gazed into his eyes.
"I created you. Don't think that it would be that hard to find you. Although, I must admit, you put up one hell of a fight. Eighteen years was just ridiculous."
Ayden smiled at this and shoved his hands in his pockets, cocking his head to the side.
"You wasted eighteen years looking for me?" he mused. "Honestly, Caedmon, don't you have a life?"
"Still working that mouth, I see," Caedmon remarked with a sigh, making Ayden's grin grow wider. "Haven't you changed at all?"
"What? You didn't like me the way I was before? Wasn't I good enough for you?"
"No, I didn't mean your personality. I wouldn't want that to ever change. I had just hoped that you had thought things over and realized by now that you would be better off with me," he replied, examining his face, trying to read his expression.
Ayden scoffed and took a step back. Caedmon kept a straight face, watching him and waiting for his reaction. Inside, Ayden was on the very edge of his sanity. He wanted to be with Caedmon more than he knew, but it was wrong, beyond wrong.
"Caedmon, you know that things can't be the way that they were before," Ayden said with sympathetic eyes.
"Why not? And what do you mean 'before'? Even back then you refused to give in to me," Caedmon said with a bitter edge to his voice.
Ayden sighed and closed his eyes. This conversation was just as it was eighteen years ago, before he left. It was the very reason that he left in the first place. Caedmon's desperation to be with him was almost unbearable. Ayden hated him… but yet loved him more than words could say. He hated him because of what he had made him. But who could blame him?
The idea of living forever would thrill most people, others not so much. For Ayden, immortality was never what he had wanted. He would have been happy to invite Death, but it was far beyond his reach now. He despised Caedmon from the start, but after a couple of centuries, things start to change. He didn't want to love him, but he did. That just proved that you really can't help who you fall in love with. He cleared his throat and decided to change the subject.
"So, how is little Emily now-a-days?" he asked, finding a new interest.
Caedmon eyed him carefully. He knew that he was trying to change the subject, but he decided to go with it anyway, but the subject definitely would not be forgotten.
"Well, she's become quite the little boss. You would never think of her to be so by just a glimpse of her small face and golden curls. But she's still a little treasure to have, just as before. She sure is something," he smiled at the memory and Ayden couldn't help but join him.
"She hasn't gotten into any more trouble, has she?"
"No, nothing like the 1724 accident. Actually, she's learned to control herself quite well. You would be very proud of her," he told him.
"I am, really. She's always had a potential in her. I'm not surprised by anything you have told me," Ayden said, seeing the small child's face in his mind. "Oh! And I almost forgot…"
He began rummaging through his pocket for the small present that he had collected for her. He took it out and a few sparkles reflected in the moonlight. He held out his hand, offering the small item for Caedmon's taking. It was a small charm bracelet that would fit around her wrist perfectly. For some reason, Emily had always been fascinated with space and the outer worlds that we knew very little about. He could even recall a time when he sat with the child, watching as she named the stars. This bracelet had the planets, hanging from each end of it, each made of a different kind of stone. From diamonds to rubies, it was all there.
It had taken him a while to acquire such an object, but it was all worth it in the end. His only regret was that he wouldn't be able to see the lights shining in her little round eyes when he gave it to her. He would never get that moment because, returning to her meant agreeing to stay with Caedmon, which was something that he refused to do.
"It's a gift for Emily," he finally explained, turning his hand over and letting it fall into Caedmon's.
Caedmon looked down at it, eyeing it curiously as his fingers traced over the small stone planets. He nodded to himself and smiled, sending a glance back at Ayden.
"You could give it to her yourself, you know," he said and Ayden was quiet for a moment. "I'm sure she would love that. I couldn't tell you how happy that would make her. For the past two decades, all that she could ask about was you. She misses you, Ayden."
"It's better if you give it to her for me," Ayden pressed firmly, hating himself for even considering it. "And don't forget to tell her that I love her."
Caedmon shook his head and let out a low laugh, catching Ayden's attention. Ayden didn't say anything, but rather watched curiously, wishing to know the source of humor. Caedmon looked up at him with a sarcastic grin, revealing his white teeth.
"It's funny. I come around and you act like you'd rather be anywhere else. I don't get so much as a friendly greeting, whereas I only mention Emily and you not only get her a gift, but send her all your affection. Am I really that bad, Ayden? I feel so unloved," he said with a playful pout.
"Caedmon," he said, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. "You know I love you… but that's just not how things work. That's just not how things are."
"Why not?" he asked quietly, drifting closer.
"Caedmon, don't," he said with hard eyes as Caedmon came too close for comfort. "Quit trying to force something that isn't meant to be."
"But it is meant to be," he replied, running a finger along Ayden's cheek softly. "I'm sure of it."
Caedmon was so close now that Ayden had to slant his body at an angle to keep some distance between them. Ayden shivered beneath his touch and looked away to avoid his honey eyes.
"Caedmon… look, I—Stop that!" he said, taking a step back after feeling the brush of Caedmon's lips against his. "See, this is why I left the first time!"
"Why? Because you couldn't control yourself around me?" he asked with a smirk. "Well, at least I know that I wasn't the only one."
Ayden stared at him, surprised. All those years, he would have never suspected Caedmon of having such uncontrollable lust drives. Caedmon was always so serious and well-trained at hiding his emotions. He was always so impossible to read; a perfect poker strategy. Maybe it was the dark mystery in him that had drawn Ayden to him, he couldn't be too sure, but the attraction was strong. And now he was just confessing everything to him right in front of him. It seemed too unrealistic; maybe it was a dream.
Ayden felt his heart pounding and he knew that he couldn't stay; he couldn't stay in Caedmon's presence for much longer. He would go insane with the rush of emotions. He took a shaky step back and turned away.
"I won't stay any longer," he said, beginning to walk away. "It will be just as it has been for the past eighteen years, except this time… don't try to find me."
Ayden took a deep breath, proud of himself for being able to walk away when he so badly wanted to stay. It was alright if he made the wrong decision now, because he could always have the chance to go and fix it later. That is an advantage when you have all of eternity.
However, he didn't get more than five feet away before he felt a force slam into him from the back and push him into one of the building walls. He felt his back hit the wall hard and he winced for a moment before opening his eyes and looking up at Caedmon, who had his arms on either side of him, caging Ayden in.
"What are you—?" Ayden started, but stopped when he felt his lips right next to his ear.
"You have no idea how much your absence has killed me…" he whispered, making his eyes go wide. "I couldn't bear it if you left again."
"Caedmon, enough of this!" Ayden said, attempting to free himself.
Caedmon gazed down at him and his fingers gently traced over his lips, making Ayden pull his face away, but he brought it back and put his hands on both sides of his face. Ayden saw him pulling his face closer and his heart began to hammer away in his chest. What was he doing?!
Ayden tried to pull away, but he was too late. Caedmon had forced his lips onto his and he had stopped struggling all together. Caedmon's eyes were already closed, but Ayden's were wide in shock, staring at him in disbelief. Things had never gotten this far. It had always been a secret desire of his, but that was its limit. But now that it was actually happening, Ayden felt himself becoming forever lost into it.
He wanted it.
He had just never realized until now. Now that everything was falling into place, it all seemed dangerously tempting to him and almost impossible to refuse. He didn't care what his better half was telling him, he wanted what was freely given to him. So, without reluctance, he closed his eyes too and gave into the kiss. Caedmon didn't seem surprised by this; he knew that he would give into him, for his desire was too strong.
When he discovered that Ayden was finally responding, he let one arm slither around his waist and pulled him closer. Ayden grabbed his onto his shoulders and pressed himself harder against his chest. He was amazed by the way Caedmon kissed him. It was so longing, like he had wanted this for the longest time. And, in truth, he did.
His mouth moved wonderfully against his and it was like a craving, a craving far stronger than blood. Caedmon broke away and his lips brushed up his neck, letting his teeth grave gently across his skin. Ayden was still trying to catch his breath and had closed his eyes.
"This is wrong, you know," he breathed.
"And what's the matter with that?" he asked, making him silent.
Caedmon's tongue traced over the shell of his ear and he bit down softly on his earlobe, making Ayden close his eyes in pleasure. It was better than he had imagined.
"Stay…" Caedmon whispered, smirking at the way Ayden was reacting. "Please stay, Ayde."
Ayden grimaced when he had called him that. He had always called him by that nickname when he wanted to annoy him, because he knew that he hated it. Ayden shook his head, not being able to believe that he had actually remembered that after all those years. But nonetheless, he thought about Caedmon's offer. It didn't seem so bad now. In fact, it sounded beyond great.
"Under one condition…" he said, keeping a straight face.
'And what is that?" he asked, looking up at him in delight.
"Never call me 'Ayde' again," he said, smiling with humor.
"Never," Caedmon said, laughing.