Sword Swallower Boyfriend: Dimitri Part One(complete)

You would think, working and living in a carnival, and having parents who are natural performers, that stage fright would be the farthest thing from my mind. But the fact of the matter is, getting on stage still terrifies me. I have a habit of hiding under the bed just before a show, especially during an opening night. I feel safe there, hidden away under the mattress, beneath the sheets and quilts, as though I am in my own perfect world for a moment. I can calm myself, convince myself that it is just a show. I have been practicing for it, and I am good at it, yetthe voices of the crowd still make me nervous. 

My Moms and my Dad are all amazing performers, leading the cabaret with grace and poise. I am not the most graceful of beings; I never inherited my mom Bron’s skill for acrobatics, my dad Muna’s flair for the dramatic, or my mama Fye’s feats of strength. I was somewhat frail compared to them - ‘ethereal’ as Mom put it. Dad suggested I train under Seraphimo, who taught me skills with blades and other daring acts involving sleight of hand or quick wit. Seraphimo trained me alongside his daughter, Valentine. I learned to swallow swords and fire, while Valentine juggled dangerous objects. 

Valentine and I grew up together, trading skills and eventually creating an act together. I felt safe with Valentine, and if anyone knows what it was like growing up in the carnival under extremely talented parents, it’s her. Valentine is braver than I. She at least knows how to handle her stage fright without having to rush under the bed to hide.

Tonight is an opening night,  and a big one at that. Hearthway Hollow is a place that Mr. Faire truly adores, and he is planning on something special for the event. The carnival is close to opening, and I am back hiding under my bed.

“Dimitri!” Valentine calls out. “Dimitri, where are you?” The tent opens and she steps inside. I can see her heels approaching and she kneels down, brushing aside the blanket to look at me. 

“Dimitri, I need you,” she coaxes. 

“I’ll be out in a moment,” I whimper as I curl into a ball. She always finds me, and I am always embarrassed when she sees me this way. 

Valentine takes off her shoes, the dramatic, overly-high heels that both her parents and my dad wear. She crawls under the bed, wrapping her arms around me and snuggling close. 

“It’s okay,” she murmurs. “I’m here with you.”

I put my hands over hers. “It shouldn’t be your responsibility to put up with a baby.”

Valentine giggles. “You’re my baby. If I don’t put up with you, then who the heck would put up with me?”

I roll over, my moon-like eyes glowing, illuminating Valentine’s beautiful skin like candlelight. “A lot of people would put up with you.”

Valentine leans in, kissing me and cupping her hands around my face. My fingers linger on the scar on her cheek, tracing it until I tuck her hair behind her ear. Valentine is so beautiful, taking after both her parents very well. She has her mother’s fae beauty, her father’s dark swarthiness, and her own angelic glow.

Valentine pulls away from me, giggling as she wipes away the red lipstick she has smeared on my face. “I keep making a mess every time I kiss you.”

“You could wear that matte lipstick that doesn’t budge,” I grumble.

Valentine smirks. “But I like leaving my kisses on you.”

My heart melts. I forget how to breathe as I dive in for another kiss. Valentine makes me weak, and I love when she exploits that.

“Look, you can make me grandchildren later!” Dad huffs. “But right now, we have a show to put on for a tent full of werewolves.” He picks up Valentine’s shoes. “You are lucky we are not the same size or I would’ve claimed these already.”

I hit my head on the underside of the bed, and Valentine kindly tries to suppress her giggling. “Dad!” I scoff as I climb out.

Dad smiles, his lips painted a rich burgundy and his eyes smudged with coal-black eyeshadow. “There’s my beautiful son.” He places my wide-brimmed hat over my head. “Get your glamour on.” He attaches the golden clips to my neck, then smoothes down my lapels. “We have an extremely full audience tonight. My good friend Winona is in the crowd tonight, and I want to show off my baby.”

I grumble under my breath and look to Valentine as she slips her heels on again. I sigh dreamily. Something about the way she puts on shoes is so… lovely. Valentine smiles up at me, adjusting her eyepatch in the mirror.

“You know, Muna,” she says to him, “knocking is a thing.”

Dad snaps his fingers. “But an entrance is everything.” He grins, grabbing our hands and leading us to the backstage of the cabaret. Mom and Mama are waiting for us, and Mom helps me adjust my hat and cape again.

“Under the bed?” she asks Valentine.

“Under it,” Valentine giggles as she collects her chainsaws. 

Mom sighs softly, a sad look to her eyes. “Just like your brother.” She gives me a warm smile. “Hearthway Hollow shouldn’t scare you. The town is very much like us, Dimi. It’s a safe haven.”

Hearthway Hollow is a sanctuary for werewolves. For a brief period, ages ago, it was also a place Mr. Faire had called home. Back when it was mostly woods, he had befriended a woman named Winona Locklear, who had taken in the members of the carnival after they were attacked by a lynch mob. They hid in the deepest parts of Hearthway Hollow for several years, healing from the horrible act of hate against them.

Mr. Faire liked to return to Hearthway Hollow simply to repay the town for its kindness and protection. He offered free tickets to everyone there, and allowed those who were werewolves to wander around freely in their were forms.

I tug my hat down, pulling the wide bim over my face as I try to collect my thoughts and focus on getting my glamour ready. Valentine walks up beside me, putting her hand on the small of my back.

“Breathe in,” she whispers, “Breathe out. Think happy thoughts and you’ll fly.”

I dip down, hiding our faces behind my hat as I kiss her again. “You’re my happy thought,” I tell her.

Valentine smiles as she drags her thumb across my bottom lip, removing the red lipstick smeared there. “And you’re mine.”

We stand to attention and walk up towards the curtain as it rises. 

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After the show, Valentine and I relax backstage in the dressing room. Valentine takes down her hair and removes the clip-on bangs that give her the Bettie Page look. My glamour fades away, and I hang my cape and hat back up.

I have to stoop in the dressing room, because I’m far too tall for the low ceilings. Well over seven feet tall, there aren’t many places in the Carnival I can stand at my full height. My limbs are also long, completely black with glittering patterns moving across the surface. My palms and eyes have a moon-like glow to them.

Valentine ties her hair back in a messy bun and looks back at me. “Are you hungry?” she asks. “Want to go grab a bite to eat?”

I glance towards the door. “I’ll have to get my glamour back on.” I sit down and concentrate, taking in a deep breath or two.

Valentine comes over to me and sits down in my lap. “You could eat me, if you like.”

I wrap my hands around her waist. “I’m trying to focus and you aren’t helping.”

Valentine giggles and leans into me. She kisses my neck, then lets her sharp teeth graze over my skin. I shudder, taking in a deep breath as she bites me. I moan out loud, growing hot all over. The glitter on my skin turns to vapors that rise and twist from my body. They coil around Valentine, touching her and slipping under her clothes.

Valentine pulls away and gazes into my eyes. “Have you got a banana in your pocket? If so, are you going to share it with me?”

I shudder, unable to breathe because of how powerful Valentine is. “I thought you were hungry?” I whimper.

Valentine’s tongue darts across her lips. “Starving.” She pushes me down in the chair, kissing me hard as she straddles my lap.

There is a knock at the door, and Valentine quickly pushes me away as her father comes into the dressing room. “Papa!” she blurts. “W-what’re you doing here?” She quickly stands up and away from me, holding her arms over her chest.

Seraphimo snorts, trying to hide his pride at what a powerful vamp his daughter is. “Some of us are going into town for food. I was going to see if you and Dimi would like to join us. But from the looks of things, you two have other plans.”

“No, no, no!” Valentine gasps. “We’ll go! We were just talking about uhm, uh-”

“Food,” I sigh as I sit up, managing to pull my glamour together. 

Seraphimo sighs, laying his palm flat on his chest. “You are just like your mother, my angel.”

Valentine covers her face with her hands. “Oh, that’s mortifying! How did both our dads walk in on us in one night?”

I smooth away my hair, growing a long black sheet of it in my glamour. “Not like they haven’t been doing it since we were fifteen.”

“I cannot wait to get my own trailer with a massive lock,” Valentine takes hold of my hand. “Then again, both our parents could easily deal with a lock.”

We walk out into the carnival to join the crowd of werewolves wandering around with their families. There are tons of wolf pups running around, and all of them are so cute that Valentine lingers to watch them play games.

“Mommy?” I hear a little girl whimper. I turn around, seeing a young girl holding a big cone of pink cotton candy. Her hair is tied up in pigtails and her knees are scuffed. “Mommy?” she cries out again. “Bannon?” I see her trying to remain brave, but the tears won’t behave.

I walk over to her, kneeling down before her. “Are you lost?”

“No!” she snaps at me. “My mommy is! And my little brother!” She cries, big fat tears slipping down her cheeks. 

I give her a soft smile. “My name is Dimitri, what’s your name?”

She sniffles, rubbing her forearm across her face. “Farrah,” she pouts.

“Farrah, that’s very cute.” I hold my hand out to her. “I’m pretty tall,” I start. “If you ride my shoulders, you might be able to see them in the crowd.”

“How tall are you?” Farrah whimpers, still trying to keep a brave face on. “One of my daddies is eight feet tall! If he was here, he would be able to find mommy.”

“Ah, you have two dads and a mom?” I chuckle. “I have two moms and a dad.”

Farrah starts to smile. “Really? Cool.”

“Here.” I help her onto my shoulders and hold her cotton candy for her. “Now tell me, what do your mom and your brother look like?”

“My mommy is really pretty. She’s kind of short, has long dark hair. She’s wearing a green dress she hates. We just moved here.”

“And your brother?” I ask.

“Red overalls,” Farrah says. She then gasps and taps the top of my head. “I see her! I see Mommy!” She urges me forward through the crowd, and at last I see a distressed woman holding a young boy in red overalls. The woman gasps and races towards us.

“Oh, Farrah! There you are!” she cries, grabbing hold of Farrah as I take her from my shoulders. “I was so worried!”

“It’s okay,” Farrah clings tight to her. “You got lost but I found you.”

The woman sniffles and looks up at me. “Thank you so much!”

“It’s no trouble, really,” I reply. “I know how my parents would feel.”

“Mommy,” Farrah says brightly, “he has two mommies and a daddy!”

The woman gives Farrah a scolding look. “Is that something you think should be shared so loudly?” She then smiles, kissing her cheeks. “Barbol would have killed me if I came home without you.”

The hairs on my body stand on end and my glamour falters for the briefest moment. I know that name. I have heard it whispered my whole life. 

“Excuse me,” I blurt as the woman starts to walk away. “I don’t mean to pry, but… that name, it’s unusual.”

“Well, my husbands are just that,” she chuckles softly. “It’s part of why we came to Hearthway Hollow.”

I take a deep, cautious breath. “It’s just that… I have a long-lost brother, and his name is Barbol,” I say in a rush. 

The woman looks up at me with wide eyes.

“Two brothers actually,” my voice cracks and trembles under her gaze. “Farrow and Barbol are their names.”

“They’re my daddies!” Farrah cheers.

The woman steps towards me. “I can’t believe this,” she whispers. “How do you-” She cups her hand over her mouth. “I’m Harper,” she says breathlessly. 

“Harper,” I say with a nod. “Is there… Is there any way you can bring Farrow and Barbol here? My parents-” I lose my breath for a moment as I think of what this could mean for my family. I glance at Farrah and Bannon, realizing they are my niece and nephew. My parents have grandchildren!

“Your parents,” Harper’s smile spreads wide and she laughs in disbelief. “Are they… They’re Farrow and Barbol’s-” Heavy tears fill her eyes. “Oh, my god!” She races forward, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. “This is remarkable! This is-” She’s staggered by disbelief. 

“My family has gone to the diner, and I’m supposed to meet them there. If you want, you can meet them.”

“Yes! Yes, of course!” She bounces up and down, then kneels in front of Farrah and Bannon with a grin on her face. “Before we go home, we’re going to meet some special people,” she says. “We’re going to surprise your daddies, okay?”

The two children grin back and nod excitedly.

“There you are,” Valentine runs up and grabs my hand. “I’m starving, ready to go?” She freezes whens he sees that I’m crying. “Dimi, what’s going on?”

“I found my brothers,” I gasp.

Valentine’s look of shock melts into a huge smile. “Oh, my god!”

I introduce her to Harper, Farrah, and Bannon and, together, we go to the diner where our families are already congregating. As we walk in, Farrah is holding my hand. My parents look up from the menus, and I see a strange look on Mom’s face as she notices the kids. She rises from the booth, with Muna close behind her.

“Mom,” I say with a smile on my face.

Mom is already on her knees. She sees her long-lost sons in Farrah and Bannon already. “It’s not possible,” she whispers as Farrah gazes up at her.

“These are Farrah and Bannon,” I tell her. “And this is Harper.”

“Harper!” Muna races forward, wrapping Harper up in a hug as Mom embraces Farrah and Bannon. Mama pushes her way in, taking Bannon into a tight hug. 

Mom then moves to Harper, grabbing her by the shoulders. “Are they okay?” she gasps. “My Farrow, my Barbol!” As she starts to cry, her glamour wavers. “Are they happy? Are they eating okay?”

Harper laughs and nods. “Barbol eats terribly, but other than that-”

Mom hugs her tight.

We leave immediately and head towards Harper’s house, where my brothers are. She apologizes for the mess as she takes us inside.

“We just moved in,” she explains. “Farrow and Barbol insisted I take the kids out to the carnival while they finished unpacking the bedrooms.” She wipes tears from her eyes. “Just wait here, I’ll get them.”

“I’m so scared,” Mama whispers, clasping her hand over her chest.

“Why?” I ask her.

“What if they hate us?” Mama shakes her head. “We had to abandon them in order to keep them safe. What if they are angry at us?”

Mom puts her arm around her. “It’ll be ok, Fye. As long as we know they are safe and okay, that is enough, isn’t it?”

Mama takes in a deep breath. “You’re right, you’re right,” she nods.

Dad is holding Farrah and Bannon on his lap, smiling down at them. “Is there anything we should be worried about with your fathers?”

“Dad is okay,” Farrah says with a nod. “But Papa can get kind of cranky.”

From the corner of my eye, I see a dark shape in the hallway. From within the black outline come the glow of many eyes that peer into the room. Several of the figure’s hands grasp the wall, and he raises himself up to a height as tall as mine.

Mom stands up, her glamour fading away. She reaches out towards the figure and stretches out her hands, which he takes.

“My Farrow,” she whispers.

“I can’t believe it,” Farrow whispers. “Am I dreaming?”

“No,” a dark snarl comes up from behind him. An even bigger creature emerges, one with a long flat head like a hammerhead shark. His mouth curls into a sneer, revealing rows of sharp teeth. “All too real.” He stares down at Mom. “You’re back.”

Mom sniffles and moves towards him. “Barbol-”

“Don’t touch me!” he snarls at her. “The three of you are pretty ballsy even coming here.”

“Barbol,” Farrow snaps at him. “This is our family!”

Barbol turns towards Farrow. “A family that abandoned us. They left us in the Beneathe! And look,” he thrusts his hand at me. “They have another one, one they kept, from the looks of it.”

“You don’t understand, Barbol,” Dad comes forward. “We did what we had to do to save you. It wasn’t safe. We didn’t want to leave you behind, but if we didn’t, we could have lost you for good.”

Barbol glares at him. “When my children are in trouble, I don’t run away and abandon them,” he growls.

Harper comes up beside him, grabbing his arm and yanking him aside. “How can you talk like this?” she hisses at him. “You treated me the same way! Well, I won’t let you talk to them like this. They are your family! They are Farrah and Bannon’s grandparents. That is your brother!” She throws out her arm. “If you cannot put your anger aside, then I suggest you walk away until you can.”

Barbol snarls, but his hand goes limp in Harper’s grasp. “How did you even find these people?” he whispers.

“Dimitri helped me find Mommy when she got lost.” Farrah rushes up and grabs Barbol’s other hand. “Papa, if it helps, I can make them go away if they make you unhappy.”

Barbol’s eyes turn soft as he looks at Farrah. “Do you want them to go?”

Farrah pouts and shakes her head. “Bannon and I like them. But if you don’t, then we won’t either.”

Barbol scoffs, his posture sagging at Farrah’s words. He glances up, looking over all of us with an unsure eye. 

“Give them a chance, Barbol,” Farrow coaxes. He takes Mom’s hand, placing it into Barbol’s. “You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

Barbol squeezes Mom’s hand. “I’m not ready to let you people in again,” he growls. “But you should get to know Farrah and Bannon, I guess.”

“We’ll work with that,” Dad whispers. “We’ll work to show you how much we love you, Barbol.”

Barbol scoffs, dropping Mom’s hand. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” He glances towards me, his eyes narrowing. “As far as I am concerned, you’re a stranger here.” He walks away, leaving the room altogether.

“He’s… difficult,” Farrow says to me. He offers out his hand. “Dimitri, is it?”

I hold his hand, shaking it. “It is.”

Farrow smiles, his eyes glimmering. “A little brother,” he chuckles. “What a gift.”

When we return home that evening, Valentine is waiting for me in my room. She looks up expectantly, watching me as I remove my glamour and take off my clothes.

“How was it?” she asks quietly. “How were they? Are you alright?”

I move over to her, falling into her arms. I hold her quietly for a long time, enjoying the smell of her strawberry shampoo. “I’m still in shock,” I whisper to her. “I met them. I saw them. Mom, Mama, and Dad, they’re all still crying.”

Valentine wraps her arms around me. “Are you okay, though?”

“I guess.” I murmur. I lay down in bed with her. “Barbol is still angry,” I whisper. “And in a way, I really can’t blame him. He’s giving us a chance - or, well, Mom, Mama, and Dad. He called me a stranger.”

“I’m so sorry,” Valentine whispers. 

“He’s right,” I close my eyes. “I am a stranger. He doesn’t know me at all. It doesn’t matter that we are brothers at all.”

Valentine pets her palm down my chest. “It will take time.”

I hold her close to me, kissing the top of her head. “Mom, Mama, and Dad are considering leaving the carnival to move here,” I whisper. “So they can be close.”

Valentine is shocked into silence. Her arms tighten around me and her fingers dig into my shoulders.

“It was just a whisper,” I tell her. “Something they said on the way back, but-” My voice hitches. “I think they’re serious.”

Valentine sits up and looks down at me. Her long hair falls off her shoulder, hiding her face from me. “What about you?”

“I don’t know,” I say, shaking my head.

Valentine presses her palm against my shoulder. “Are you going with them? Or will you stay here?”

I shake my head, feeling the urge to hide under my bed growing stronger. “I don’t know.” I run my hand up her arm. “Valentine, I’m scared.” I brush her hair from her face, seeing the bewildered, petrified look she holds.

Valentine lays down on top of me. “It’s okay,” she whispers. “It’ll be okay.”

“I love you,” I tell her softly. “I love you so much.”

Valentine raises her head, kissing me as she clasps my face between her hands. “I love you too,” she warbles softly. “Ever since I was little, I have always loved you.”

I brush my hand along the scar on her face until my fingers tuck her hair behind her ear. “Stay with me tonight,” I beg her. “I don’t want to be alone.”

Valentine smiles, kissing my palm and holding it to her cheek. “Since when have you ever had to sleep alone these last five years?”

I chuckle softly, kissing her again as she moves her body over top of mine. “I can’t remember,” I sigh softly.

“That’s because we’ve been sneaking into each other’s rooms since we were sixteen,” she chuckles. She straddles my hips, rubbing her growing heat against my own. “And we’ve been doing more than sleeping since eighteen,” she moans.

I put my hands around her hips as the glitter becomes moving tendrils again. They wrap around her legs and thighs, squeezing as she ruts against me. “I remember that very well,” I pant.

Valentine licks her lips and reaches down, pushing her black panties aside so her warm slit presses directly against my flesh. “Is this okay?” she asks gently, her palm stroking down my body. “Are you up for this?”

I nod. “I need you, Valentine.”

Valentine guides me into place, sinking herself over me like a sheath. I watch her dark lips stretch to take me and her cream gather around the base. She bites her lip, throwing her head back as her inner walls hug around my shaft. She’s warm, wet, and soft around me, enveloping me in a feeling I love so much better than hiding under the bed.

“You’re trembling,” Valentine coos as she starts to move. “You tremble every time, no matter how much we do this.” She gasps and her hips jerk.

“You scare me,” I moan. I claw up her body, pushing away her shirt so I can see her breasts. I tease her dark, puffy nipples, squeezing the hardened peaks between my fingers, then rubbing my palms over her shoulders and back down.

Valentine smirks as she rides me, planting her hands firmly on my belly. “You don’t seem to mind it.” As she lifts herself, I watch as my shaft disappears and reappears. Her cream smears down my shaft and slides down my sack. 

I moan softly. “I like it,” I grab her breasts again. “It feels good.”

Valentine giggles. “My timid love,” she purrs. “Anh-” Her smug expression shifts to pleasure. Her mouth gapes open and her lip glistens with drool. “Don’t move,” she commands me. “Oh, fuck, right there.” She moves faster, harder until she’s grinding me deep inside. She leans forward, pressing herself backwards on me.

“Valentine,” I moan loudly. “Oh god, there, there.” I grab her ass hard as the tendrils that rise from my body coil around her like tight ropes. They squeeze hard around her, and she lets out a powerful cry. I feel her release as her inner walls convulse around me. I cry out, burying my face in her hair as I cum inside her.

Valentine whimpers, trembling as she falls onto my chest. “How are you?” She mumbles dreamily. She lifts her head up, looking at me with a lusty, sleepy look that drives me wild.

I gasp to catch my breath, shuddering as my cock slips from inside her. I kiss her again and run my fingers through her hair. “Thank you,” I whisper. 

Valentine smiles, kissing me softly. “Anything for you, my love.” She lays beside me, holding me close. “Whatever you decide,” she whispers to me. “I’ll support you. Stay or go, it doesn’t matter as long as you’re happy.”

I cling to her, holding her tight. “I don’t want to think about it now.”

“I’m here,” Valentine promises. “For whenever you’re ready to face it.” She kisses my cheek. “Wherever you go is the right decision,” she says. “Because you will always be with family.”

I nod. “I know.” I look at her, gazing into her face in the candlelight glow of my eyes. “But you’re only in one place.”

Valentine smiles. “How do you know that?” She kisses me again. “Get some rest, you’ve had a long, strange day.” She rests her head on my shoulder, her palm rubbing along my chest. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Thank you,” I whisper again. “For everything.”

“I know,” Valentine whispers back. “Now sleep, silly. Longer days are ahead of you.”