Frustrations
Two days had passed. All you'd done was eating and drinking, sleeping and sharing your mind with Michael. You'd also called with Layla, telling her about your situation (that you were at the hospital with a doctor and didn't want her to visit as you'd be leaving soon anyway). The both of you made a promise to meet up when you were back at your apartment.
The lab was quite boring as there wasn't much for you to do or see. Michael still worked every now and then, typing away on his computer and adding fluids to other fluids.
Michael spent a lot of time with you, surprisingly. It was like you two had become close friends in the span of a couple of days and you were becoming even closer when you shared your life story. And he his. Your story wasn't nearly as dramatic as his, though. He went from nearly dying, to becoming one of the strongest people on earth. Or maybe he was the strongest. He wasn't a normal human anymore, which made it complicated.
But the fact that he had spent years in pain, suffering and not knowing if he would survive, made you tear up. He had smiled softly at you, his fingers wiping away the escaping tears. Instead of you comforting him, it had been the other way around.
“I thought my life sucked,” you said as you tried to blink away the remaining tears.
Michael cocked his head a little as he sat in front of you. You'd both sat down on his bed to talk. “Just because someone else has had a difficult life, doesn't mean your suffering is any less valid.”
You chuckled under your breath, “spoken like a true doctor.”
He reached out, his hand caressing your face gently as his smile slowly disappeared. “Just keep in mind that you're never alone.”
You nodded, leaning into his hand a little as you wanted to feel more of his touch. His presence was starting to get addicting. Moments when he was gone, leaving you alone in the lab, made you realise you became giddier each time he returned. But it was just the way he was around you. He tried to make you smile each time, probably wanting to keep you from thinking about the situation you were in. He was a warm and caring person, but could be extremely sarcastic as well, which you liked about him.
“Michael...” you started, unsure if you could ask something of him again.
He just looked at you, awaiting your next words.
You reached your hand up so you could touch his’. “This might be weird to ask, but... could you show me again?” You felt a nervous buzz run through your body. You had already accepted he was part non-human, but you had only seen that side of him once. You were curious.
“Are you sure?” he said, his brows pressing together as he seemed to be hesitant about it himself.
Swallowing, you nodded.
He lowered his hand from your face and tried to get away from you a little bit, but you quickly grabbed a hold of his forearms. “No,” you said, “stay close, I trust you.”
He shook his head and kept going backwards, taking your hands off of him. “It's not your trust that's lacking – it's mine.” His eyes already flashed red, making you stiffen. “I didn't want to tell you this,” he said as his voice lowered and he was now sitting on the end of the bed. “But I almost killed you a few nights ago when I had to take some of the drugs out of your system.”
Your mouth went dry. He had told you about that night. You had felt his fangs in your neck, but you hadn't actually processed at the time that he could've killed you as well. He was a vampire, a bloodsucking being and he had been drinking yours. Even though it hadn't been much, it could've tipped him over the edge to lose his human side completely and end you.
You weren't so sure of your request all of a sudden. Him showing his bloodthirsty side could throw you back to the memories of that night, perhaps scare you more than the first time he'd shown you. There was, however, still a sick part of you that wanted to explore every inch of his other side. It was so abnormal, so scary, but in the end it was still Michael. And in the last few days you had felt so drawn to him, it chased away the fear.
The thing was, though, your body wasn't completely on the same page as your mind. There were goosebumps on your skin.
“You have done this before, so I trust you,” you said, reaffirming your trust in him again, just to be sure. And maybe to reassure yourself a little more as well.
He looked at you through his lashes, the way he was tilting his head casted shadows on beneath his cheekbones. “It gets difficult the more I'm around you,” he said, a confession, a moment in where his vampire-side was speaking.
Your breath halted when you saw his face transform in front of you. It was a quick change, and suddenly he looked nothing like himself anymore.
The only thing Michael about him was his dark hair which remained in his bun.
A soft growl crept its way up in his chest, killing the complete silence in the room and it shook you to your core.
He averted his eyes to focus on his hands which he raised in front of him, showing off the claws on his fingers. They might've even looked sharper than his fanged mouth. But you weren't going to offer yourself to test that theory.
You blew out a breath and let your eyes roam over his form. The longer you looked at him, the less scary he became. You just had to get used to his appearance a little more. It's not like you'd ever seen a vampire before you met him. Vampires weren't even supposed to exist at all.
It was a good thing he was the only one of his kind.
Your fingers had unconsciously dug themselves into the sheets of the bed and Michael seemed to notice as he stood up from the bed and turned his back to you. His shoulders heaved a little and then his long claws started retreating; he was turning back into himself.
“What's it like?”
He stood in silence for a little longer before answering. “Terrible.” He turned around. “Terrible because I have this inescapable urge to consume human blood.”
The way he said those words, laced with sorrow, made you feel bad for asking him to show himself again.
“But I can't deny the strength and power that comes with it.” His eyes meet yours. “It has saved my life, in the end.” He seemed to be wanting to tell you more, but he kept his mouth closed. Something told you it would've involved him telling you how he couldn't live with himself as a monster. That's how well you had gotten to know him already.
You looked down at yourself, trying to come up with a proper response, but you couldn't come up with anything.
The hoodie and sweatpants you were wearing, smelled of a mix of soap and perfume. Mostly Michael's perfume. Not that you two had been doing anything in close proximity the past two days, but the bed sheets smelled of him, and thus so did you.
Two fingers under your chin tilted your head upwards. Michael had closed the distance between you two again and was occupying the space in front of you on the bed. He was closer than before. “You don't need to feel sorry for me, I did this to myself.”
“You didn't ask to be born with your condition. You don't deserve any of the bad things that have happened to you.” Your eyes widened a little as you thought about everything he had told you. How he had a friend who had the same struggles, the same disease. And how he had fought to find a cure for the both of them.
Michael finally smiled a little. “Just because I saved your life, doesn't mean you have to be this nice to me.” He dropped his hand, squeezing your fingers as he took a hold of it. “Just because I did one good thing, doesn't make me a hero.”
You puffed out a breath, “maybe I want to be nice to you for different reasons,” you said, your voice turning a little teasingly.
“Oh, really,” he said, and his smile couldn't be wider. “And what might those reasons be?”
You looked at him with an expression that said ‘you know damn well what those reasons are'. Michael laughed. “Don't tell me you have fallen for my charms and wits.” He looked at you a little longer before throwing his head back and laughing harder. It made your cheeks turn hot and your stomach tingle with nervousness.
You folded your arms across your chest and turned your head sideways so you didn't have to look at him laughing at you. He was a terrible tease.
“Don't feel bad,” he said and you could hear the grin in his words. “I would, too.”
The absolute arrogance of this man – You were about to turn your head back and argue when he grabbed your face and kissed you hard on the mouth. Every word died on your tongue as he dominated the kiss.
You unfolded your arms and reached towards him, grabbing a hold of his own hoodie to get him closer. The way his tongue invaded your mouth and leisurely started stroking yours, made you moan softly. Your stomach clenched together with anticipation and the nerves slowly made way for butterflies.
He smelled so good, he tasted so good – he felt so good. You wanted to give yourself to him completely. You had never wanted to surrender yourself this fast to someone before.
Your fingers finally found their way up to the nape of his neck. His soft hair was like touching a piece of heaven. It didn't take long for you to find the hair tie and get rid of it. His hair fell loose around his shoulders and your fingers started weaving themselves through his locks.
He moaned back into your mouth as you started massaging his scalp.
He surprised you by grabbing your sides and pulling you towards him as he laid back down. You were now straddling him, your breasts brushing his chest as he pulled you even closer. There was no space left between the two of you.
Heat radiated through your body, gathering at your core as he slowly started thrusting and grinding against you.
You had to pull back from the kiss to gasp for air as you were getting overwhelmed by the sensations he was causing. He brushed your hair out of the way and started kissing your neck.
Your fingers gripped his hair hard when he licked his way upward in one stroke towards the sensitive spot near your ear. It earned you a deep moan from Michael and he tilted his head backwards into the sheets, halting his grinding for a moment. Your heart was beating loudly in your ears and you were glad he was pausing his movements. You weren't sure how long you were able to take it. The fact that you were wearing your sweatpants and he a pair of tighter pants, made you able to feel every inch of him.
It was obvious how much he wanted you.
Your breathing was irregular as you forced his face back towards you and claim his lips once again. You couldn't get enough of him and never wanted this to end. You took initiative by grinding your own hips against his and he almost hissed in between kisses. His hands started gliding down towards your bottom, his fingers digging down hard. The only thing separating his fingers and your skin was your sweatpants and you almost wanted to curse at the piece of clothing.
Michael started taking over the kiss and you were sure your lips were completely swollen by now. His tongue made place for his teeth as he started pulling at your lower lip.
It was a mistake to think nothing could go wrong when you were making out and grinding against a man who was not just a man.
An unhuman-like growl escaped his lips as his teeth nicked your lip, drawing the smallest drop of blood.
But it was enough to make him push you away and, in a flash, he was gone.
You were completely shocked as you pushed yourself up from the bed to find him standing at the doorway, breathing heavily. His black hair framed his face and the shadows hid his features.
“I'm sorry.” His voice was throaty and he seemed to be fighting an invisible battle with himself inside his head. “I'll be back soon.” And then he was really gone.
Confused, worried and sexually frustrated – it took you about an hour and a shower before you were finally calm again.
But after a while, you became impatient and you went up to the roof. You were greeted by the moon and the stars and a city full of lights. You decided to stay up there for a while to gather your thoughts.
Leaning against the edge of the building, you sighed. Maybe it was time to figure out a plan instead of making out with each other.