Vampire Boyfriend: Faryan (complete)

When my girlfriend abandoned me and our baby, my sister Lace invited me to come live with her. Back in the day, when she first had Ari, they lived with me, so it seemed fitting. Hearthway Hollow was a nice town, and the kind of place where someone could get away or just escape entirely. Lace had been talking about it nonstop, telling me how much she loved the place and how many good friends she had made. In a way, I felt like I had been heading towards Hearthway Hollow all this time.

My daughter Bunny is barely two, and Ari is six and excited to play big sister. Coming to Lace’s home is a great comfort. Everything smells and feels like home - like when we were kids and Mom would dry her flowers and herbs in the rafters of the ceiling, and Dad would always have a pot of tea at the ready. Lace and Ariel have a room set up for us, and Lace says she’ll use her connections in town to help Bunny and I find a place of our own.

“You’ll be on your feet in no time,” Lace says. “You’ll be happy here, we’ll get Bunny into daycare, and you can help me expand the shop.”

I sigh, slouching back in my seat. “It all seems so far off, Lace. I don’t know.”

Lace smiles softly. “Take your time Micah, I know how much it hurts to be left like that.”

Ariel tenses up at the coffee pot, slowly turning around and glancing over his shoulder. “But hey, Hearthway Hollow has a way of mending broken hearts.”

Lace giggles. “It does. But how it heals is up to you too. Do you think you’ll ever want to date again?” she asks. Ariel bends over, kissing her blue hair. 

I look down at the table, looking at the glittering nail polish Ari had given me. I pick at my nails, thinking about my ex and how, even when we were dating, I was only ever really happy with her when she was pregnant with Bunny. She had seemed excited too, happy to start a family, happy to have a little girl. I sigh heavily and lay my head down on the table.

“I know some people at the station who are single,” Ariel says, petting the top of my head. “There’s Armand, he’s probably the best shot there. Oh, and there’s Ellie, she’s super into crafting in her off time.”

“No thanks,” I sigh and lift my head from the table. “Right now I just want to focus on Bunny and me.”

Ariel pats my back then set down at the table. “At least get out and make some new friends here. Lace’s tea ceremonies always draw a big crowd, you’ll meet lots of people.”

I let out a long sigh. “I never thought I’d be starting over like this. Like, I know we weren’t perfect, but to just wake up to a letter on the pillow is just-”

“Maybe it’s for the best,” Ariel says with a shrug. “If you weren’t that happy with her, then it would have happened eventually, and at least Bunny will get to see you happy.”

“Yeah,” I murmur as I look back down at my nails. “I guess I was more excited for the idea of a family than anything.”

“Well, hell,” Lace scoffs. “You have one right here, dummy. May not be perfect, but you got us.”

I smile up at her. Lace has always been a rock for me. When we were kids and I was picked on, she was always there to stand up for me. Being chubby and not the ideal specimen of manhood, I was the target of many a bully. Lace was always the epitome of cool to me, and I have always wanted to hold myself the way she does.

I hear fussing from the baby monitor, so I get up and go back to my room to get Bunny. She is already standing at the side of her crib, whining as I come through the door. I picked her up and she instantly lays her head on my shoulder and whimpers.

Ever since we moved, Bunny hasn’t been sleeping well. At night she doesn’t want to fall asleep, and she fights her naptimes horribly. She’s been cranky as of late, but I find that if I walk her at night, she is more likely to go to sleep. Hearthway Hollow’s little secret makes it so that being out late at night is just as safe as being out during the day. Ariel is a cop, and sometimes works late, so he will walk with us too if he gets the chance.

One evening while I am out walking Bunny, I take us along the scenic path that goes by the river just behind the park. I think Bunny might enjoy the sounds of the water and fall asleep quicker. As I am going down the tree-lined path, I hear someone singing. Looking up, there is someone else on the path, someone quite big.

Bunny lets out a loud fussy wail and tosses her favorite toy from the stroller. It bounces on the sidewalk, falling off the path and nearly going into the water. Bunny fusses loudly, kicking and huffing in her seat.

“Here, let me get that for you.” The big guy on the path steps off it, going over the pathway fence and picking up the toy. He looks it over in his hand before coming back towards us. He dusts off the toy and offers it to me.

“Need to clean it?” he asks. He stands head and shoulders above me, and his skin is like the cool night air around us.

“Thank you,” I gasp, gazing up into his eyes to see they are a pinkish sort of red. His handsome face is covered with dark stubble, and his hair is styled into such long, beautiful dreadlocks. “Sorry, she’s been so fussy as of late.”

Bunny huffs and tosses in her seat again. 

“New here?” the big, beautiful, man asks. 

“Yeah,” I gasp. “My sister, uhm-” I’m feeling tongue-tied and dry-mouthed looking at him. I’ve seen a lot of good-looking people in Hearthway Hollow, but he takes the cake. “I moved in with my sister.”

Bunny lets out a massive scream and I lurch to grab her. She’s dressed in a rabbit onesie that Lace got her, and she’s trying to pull the hood over her face.

“A little rabbit,” he chuckles. “What’s her name?”

“Funnily enough, Bunny,” I reply. “Or, well,” I nervously fidget in place. “Her real name is Serena, but I call her Bunny because of an old cartoon I used to watch.”

“Sailor Moon,” he says with a big grin. “Yeah, I watch it too. Good choice of name.” He turns that smile on me, and I melt where I stand. “Faryan. Hardly as cute, but it’s gotten me places.”

How can someone be that attractive? It doesn’t make sense. “I’m Micah,” I return, breathless and bewildered. “It’s nice to meet you.”

His red eyes peer over me, looking me down and then up. I really wish I wasn’t wearing my robe and goofy sleep shorts. He is wearing jeans blessed by gods, and a dark green flannel shirt, like someone out of a lumberjack calendar. 

“This place is full of wolves,” Faryan says with a smirk. “Strolling around with a rabbit seems like tempting fate.” He winks to show he’s teasing. 

“She hasn’t been sleeping,” I answer. I rub Bunny’s back as she curls up against my shoulder. “Ever since we moved here, she’s been fighting any sort of sleep.”

Faryan nods his head. “There’s this shop downtown that sells all these really amazing teas. I know a couple of the dads I work with swear by the lady’s nighttime tea for their kids.”

“That would be my sister’s shop,” I chuckle. “And trust me, that tea does well in a pinch, but Bunny is much more stubborn than that.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Faryan smiles. “So walking around helps?”

“Gets her calm,” I sigh. “Gets her relaxed. At least out here the world is quiet and safe. I know the wolves around here aren’t into little bunny rabbits like her.”

“Most of the wolves around here have their own bunnies who can’t sleep,” Faryan smirks. His eyes look me over again. “Are you not going to ask what I’m doing out at night like this?”

“Oh, uh… I didn’t think it’d be polite,” I chuckle nervously.

Faryan shrugs. “I’m working,” he says. He points down the path. “I work various odd jobs at the lumber mill, and then I do delivery for the paper.”

“Ah, a paperboy,” I tease gently. “They grow them big down here.”

Faryan chuckles. “One way to put it.”

Bunny whines and burbles against my shoulder. “Oh,” I gasp softly. “I better head back home. She’s nearly asleep.”

“Be safe,” Faryan says with a smile. “Maybe I’ll see you again.”

My heart pounds excitedly at the prospect. “Yeah, of course.” I say breathlessly before turning to head home.

The next morning I catch Ariel having breakfast with Ari before she goes to school. I come into the kitchen, fix myself a cup of tea and join them.

“How did Bunny sleep last night?” Ariel asks.

“You need cereal,” Ari says, pouring the rainbow-colored confection into a bowl for me. 

“Thank you, Ari,” I pull the bowl up to me. “She went to sleep fine after our walk.” I then glance to Ariel. “Do you know Faryan?”

Ariel glances up from Ari while feeding him a spoonful of all-green sugary bits. “Hmm? Oh, yeah,” he says between bites. “Cool guy. Does a lot for Mrs. Locklear. Why do you ask?”

“I met him,” I say with a bright smile. “He was, uhm… on the scenic path last night.”

Ariel looks me over. “So that’s your type?”

“No!” I yelp quickly. “No, I mean, no-” I gulp down some tea. “That’s not what I meant about it.”

“Faryan is nice,” Ariel replies. “You could do a lot worse, trust me. He helps take care of some of the older folks around here, keeps an eye out at night, cuts and delivers firewood. He’s not like everyone else here in Hearthway Hollow, he’s a bit more…” He hesitates for a moment as he thinks.

“He’s a vampire,”Ari tosses out.

“Ari!” Ariel fusses at her and cups his hand around her mouth while she giggles. “But yeah, she is not wrong.”

“My god,” I stare in surprise. “Werewolves, vampires, next you’ll be telling me there are centaurs at Beau’s farm!”

“No centaur exactly,” Ariel shakes his head. “Not the point.”

“A vampire,” I murmur. “Like… sucks blood, turns into a bat-”

Ariel chuckles. “No, god no! Vampires aren’t like that at all. At least not the few I have met along the way,” he says with a shrug. “They do drink blood, but he won’t be hurt by crosses or garlic. Although I’m not sure about mirrors,” he murmurs. “But the blood thing isn’t scary. It has to be willfully given or else it turns to soot on their tongue or something.”

“Oh,” I screw my mouth into a tight line. “He doesn’t look like a vampire. He looks more like, well… like a werewolf.”

Ariel smirks. “No right way to look for a role, you should know that.” He stands up. “Come on, Ari, we gotta get you to the bus.”

Ari runs over to me and kisses my cheek. “Have a good day with your new boyfriend!” she says as she chases her dad out the door.

I sigh and slouch my shoulders. “That would be nice.”

That evening it starts to rain. The air is chilled and crisp, and luckily, Bunny falls asleep to the sound of rain on the tin roof. I’m sitting outside on the porch, enjoying the peaceful night and the smell of the air.

“Mind if I get some cover?”

I nearly jump from my skin as Faryan walks onto the porch. “Oh, wow, hi,” I gasp in surprise, setting my book aside. “What are you doing here?”

“Getting caught in this damn rain,” he grumbles. He takes his flannel from over his head. “I was out checking on Mrs. Loveitt up the road, filling her firewood box, and it came down like this.” He pops the white tank top he’s wearing. It’s wet and clinging to his chest. “I smelled you and, well-” He pouts slightly.

“Well,” I start softly. “You can join me for the evening until it stops. Or I can give you a ride back.”

Faryan sits down beside me. “I’m just glad you weren’t out walking Bunny. That would have been a real problem,” he chuckles.

I look him over, his strong arms, big hands, all so close to me. “She likes the rain, so-” I feel so nervous around him. He’s way too good-looking for someone like me.

“That’s good,” Faryan smiles at me. “Your partner must like it too.”

I shake my head. “My partner is out of the picture,” I murmur. “Dunno what she’s thinking. Don’t care, actually,” I mutter with a grimace on my face. 

“Oh,” Faryan gasps, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, now,” I mutter. I smile shyly up at him. “That’s why I’m here with my sister. New start, all that junk.”

“That’s good, at least.” Faryan glances back out towards the rain. “You know, if you’re even looking - I could be overstepping.” He glances back at me. “There are a few cabins for sale around where I live. They’re kind of far out, so Mrs. Locklear has them priced to go. She hates having them, but she isn’t going to sell to Billy, so...” He stops and chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. 

I chuckle and nod, and we sit together in silence for a long time. Then I turn to him again. “What is up with that?” I ask. “I mean, the rivalry between Billy and Mrs. Locklear. Why are they like that?”

“I’ve been too afraid to ask,” Faryan laughs. “They’re both such intimidating forces, I’ve not wanted to put myself between that.”

“Right?” I inch a bit closer to him and feel that his skin is cool to the touch. 

We end up talking for hours, or at least, until the rain stops. “I should go before the sun comes out.” Faryan picks up his still-damp flannel as he stands. He glances down at me and smiles shyly. “I really had fun.”

I stand up to walk him to the stairs. “Me too. You’re fun to talk to.”

Faryan licks his lips and I see how red his tongue is. “If you’d like,” he starts hesitantly, “maybe there could be a night where the two of us...” He frowns slightly.

My heart is pounding excitedly. “Lace said she’d happily watch Bunny one night if I needed it.” I move in closer to him. “Like, say for a date or something.”

Faryan bites his lip to keep his smile in check. “Maybe this Saturday night?”

“Sure.” I can barely breathe. “That’d be perfect.”

Faryan dips down, placing a small, too-quick kiss on my lips. I want to chase after him for more but I hold myself back. “I’ll pick you up then,” Faryan grins. “After sunset.”

I nod, still not breathing. I wave goodbye to him as he vanishes into the night, and I go back inside to hold my excitement until morning, when I can tell Lace.

On Saturday evening, I wait for Faryan on the porch. I’m not sure what the night will entail, so I’m dressed comfortably, but nice. Ari painted my nails again for me, this time a deep red color. As I am nervously going over situations in my head, an old red pickup truck pulls into the driveway. Frayan comes out and walks up porch steps.

“You ready?” he asks, his red eyes glancing over me. “You look cute.”

My heart throbs as I step towards him. “Thank you! Uhm, yeah, I’m ready. They just left to go shopping, so...” I look him over, breathless and excited. “What did you have in mind?”

“Not sure,” he chuckles. “I was going to see what you wanted to do.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m not good at this usually. I, uhm… I cleaned my house and stuff just in case. But I figured I would wait and see if you…” He chuckles and glances away. “You’re making me nervous.”

“Me?” I scoff. “What about me would make you nervous? I’m like the Pillsbury Doughboy.” I gesture down at myself.

“What?” he balks. “No way! You’re way cuter than that. You’re sexy-” He stops himself and grumbles under his breath. “Oh, crap.” He smacks his hand to his face.

I’m not sure what to think. I’ve never been the type to be called sexy at all. Is he even looking at me? “What do you mean?”

Faryan looks back at me and sighs. “I don’t know. You’re just… you just are! I can’t explain it.” He moves in close to me and places his hands on my hips. His hands are massive and they feel so good. “I just want to touch you all the time, and do lots of other stuff to you.” His smile makes my knees weak. 

“Uh-” I gasp. “Have you seen yourself?”

Faryan chuckles. “You decided what you want to do tonight?”

My face burns hot, and it must be bright red.

Faryan chuckles, dipping down and kissing me. “Doesn’t have to be that. I don’t mind a movie or something.”

“It’s been a while,” I confess. “Even before Bunny it was-” I stop myself. “I don’t wanna talk about that.” I screw up my courage and look into his eyes. “Can we go back to your place?”

Faryan grins. “If you’d like.”

We get into his truck, and he drives us back deep into the Hearthway woods. His cabin is surrounded by vines and looks like something from a fairy tale. Inside, it’s cozy. Not much furniture, but the windows are covered by thick curtains.

“I’ve got movies,” he says. “I even went and got some wine and food just in case.” He motions to his fridge. “I usually only keep my rations in there, so-” He rubs at his neck again.

“Rations?” I ask, then gasp. “Oh, you’re uhm-” I bite my lip. “You only get so much?” I ask quietly.

Faryan licks his lips. “It’s enough. Really, I don’t need much.” He looks me over, then quickly moves away. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I got a few things. Some fruits, cheeses, a pizza.” He looks at me again. “You hungry?”

“The wine would be good,” I say. 

Faryan takes out the wine and searches his counter for the corkscrew.

“Are you… hungry?” I ask timidly.

Faryan’s back tenses, and I see his neck ripple as he swallows. He turns back towards me and his eyes seem darker than before.

“I’m sorry.” I try not to laugh. “If I’ve overstepped, I’m really very sorry.”

Faryan uncorks the wine. “It’s not that,” he murmurs. “It’s just that you got me excited,” He cups his hand over his mouth. “Made me, uhm-”

“I see.” I step towards him as he pours the wine. “I was curious,” I say as I take the glass from his hand. “You’re being so kind to me I just wanted to return it.”

Faryan’s eyes grow lidded as I take a sip. His fingers brush against my jaw, then along the nape of my neck. He leans down, his lips pressing to my ear. “I would want your legs spread,” he whispers, “so your thighs could be a feast for me.”

“Holy shit.” I nearly drop the wineglass. “That was good,” I chuckle as Faryan looks into my eyes again. “Payback?”

Faryan grins. “For what?”

I bite my lip and fidget in place. “For making you excited.”

Faryan captures my chin in his hand and kisses me. This time, it’s the kind of kiss I’ve wanted. It’s long, hard, and I press close against his body. I moan as his hands drag down my back and grip my hips, pulling me against him. I slide my hands up, cupping the back of his neck while the other presses to his chest. His long tongue slips into my mouth, swirling around before he pulls away.

“You’re making me hungry,” he breathes raspily. “You sure you still want to offer?”

I nod, wordless and thoughtless. The only thing I am concerned about is him. It’s been so long since I felt this need to be with another person.

Faryan easily scoops me off the ground and carries me back to his dark bedroom. He lays me on the bed, turning on a small desk lamp that creates a bubble of orange light. He kisses me, pushing me down in the soft bed as his hard body covers mine. He kisses down my neck, his lips opening as his hand goes under my shirt. He touches me and I wriggle nervously as his palm moves over my soft belly.

“Is it okay?” Faryan whispers.

I lick my lips. “It’s just that… when you touch me-” I confess. “I don’t want you to think I’m gross or anything.”

Faryan’s expression turns serious. He continues to touch. Both his hands are on my bare skin. He pushes up my shirt, kissing my bare chest and running his tongue down my stomach. He opens up my pants, grinning when he finds the black lace panties beneath that are being strained by my cock.

“Fuck, you’re sexy!” He hurriedly tugs my pants off so all that I am wearing is the panties. He rubs my thighs, opening them up.

I whimper softly, watching as his jaw unhinges. The corners of his mouth open wide, cutting back towards his pointed ears. His sharp teeth protrude further, and his red eyes look up at me as he lowers himself down. I feel the sting of his teeth as he bites me, but then it becomes a melting, flowing sensation that makes me shiver on the bed.

Faryan moans and snarls as he drinks. He licks the bites marks before moving to my other thigh. He bites again, snarling hungrily and making me drool. He licks again, sealing the bite marks. He rises up, his long tongue licking the hard ridge of my cock in the panties, and tugs down the fabric, letting my cock spring up to him.

“May I?” Faryan licks his chops.

“If you want,” my voice cracks.

Faryan dips down, taking my length into his mouth. He moans against me as he sucks, bobbing his head slowly as his tongue coils around the shaft. My hips buck and I let out a pleasured wail. His fingers slip up under me, teasing the tight bud there. I grab the top of his head, panting and sighing as I try to keep my hips still.

Faryan sighs, lifting up his head. “You taste good,” he moans.

I gulp down a breath, trying to sort my thoughts into working order.

Faryan sits up, stripping away his clothes. His body is perfect - thick, hairy, and godlike. His cock is heavy and has a deep curve to it. I manage to lift myself off the bed, kissing his chest and stomach. I stroke his cock in my palm, running my tongue along the shaft.

Faryan lays me back down, pressing his naked body against mine. He kisses me, our cocks rubbing together as he pins my hands above my head. He snarls in my ear, and whispers loving praises to me. 

“Is it alright?” he asks. “Can we go further?”

I gasp softly, taken away by his voice. “Yeah,” I pant. “It’s fine. What would you like?”

Faryan kisses me. “More of you,” he moans into my ear. He reaches over to his bedside table, taking out a bottle of lube. He kisses me, then sits up and takes the lube, working it over my shaft. He then uses what is on his fingers on himself, pressing his fingers inside, adding more lube until he is ready. I watch him excitedly as he sits on me, taking my cock inside himself.

“So warm,” he moans out loud. “You feel so good, Micah.” His hand runs up my chest. 

“Yeah,” I pant. “You too. I don’t know how I’m going to last.”

Faryan starts to move, grinding me inside him until he starts to lift his hips. He pants, taking in deep breaths. His cock bobs up and down, and I take it into my hand. I stroke him as he rides me, watching his beautiful body move in pleasure. 

I gasp out loud, feeling my pulse course through my body. It becomes a current of heat, and I start to throb within Faryan. “Oh god-” I gasp out loud. “Faryan-”

“It’s ok, cum,” Faryan moans. “I want it, please.”

I gasp and throw my head back. My back arches and I surge deep within him. Faryan bites down hard on his lip, squeezing tight around me as my cum fills him. His cock then trembles, shuddering before he releases onto me. My mind goes white for a moment, but I am brought to by Faryan’s lips. I meet his kiss, slow and sloppy.

“How do you feel?” Faryan’s lips drag down my cheek.

“Good,” I almost purr. “You?”

“I’ve not felt this warm in some time.” He pulls me close so I’m resting my head on his chest. “I’ve also not had such a delicious meal in so long.”

My heart pounds mercilessly. “I don’t mind,” I murmur. “Anytime, really.”

“I won’t take advantage.” He kisses me. “I know you need your energy for Bunny.”

After a few weeks of dating, I set up a special date for Faryan. I know he was nervous when he started dating me, but as he waits in the living room, I can see the anxious expression on his face. I hold Bunny in my arms. She’s wearing the new dress I got her. I sit down beside Faryan and turn her to face him.

“Bunny, this is Faryan, and I would like it very much if you two became friends,” I whispered to her. “He’s very important to me.”

Bunny looks up at him with her big eyes and then tilts her head. “Pretty,” she burbles. She reaches out for him, and Faryan holds her.

I smile gently, excited that, perhaps, this is the first time we are together as a family.