Prometheus Boyfriend: Bastian #2 (complete)

My mom is trimming my hair. In order to do this, I have to sit on the floor while she stands on a stool. I enjoy these moments, having my mom take care of me even though she doesn’t need to. The scissors snip through my hair, cutting off the split ends and dead parts. I giggle at that, considering almost all of me is made of dead parts.

Her fingers comb along my scalp and it’s a comforting feeling. I smile to myself as she begins to braid my hair.

“It’s getting long,” Coraline tells me. “You sure you don’t want to cut some of it off?”

“No, I like where it’s at.” I say, thinking about how Miksa’s fingers tangle in it when we kiss. How he says it’s so soft when he runs his fingers along the nape of my neck.

Coraline finishes the braid then evens out the ends a bit more. “All done.” She braces on my shoulders to step down off the stool. “It’ll grow faster now with the trim.” She tucks the scissors into her apron skirt. “Any reason you like it so long?”

I don’t want to blush and give anything away. I haven’t yet told my parents that Miksa and I have been getting closer and more intimate. I hadn’t even told them about Miksa and my growing feelings yet. I was a bit guilty there, I should share everything with my parents. But right now, I enjoyed having this little secret to myself.

Coraline brushes off my shoulders and hands me back my shirt. “You’ve been so busy lately, I haven’t had a chance to do that for you.”

“It’s ok. I think you’re the only one that notices them,” I chuckle as I slip my shirt back on.

My mom sighs. “I worry, so be it!” She crosses her arms. “I made you with lots of love and it ain’t going nowhere. I want my baby to look his absolute best at all times.”

I kiss the top of her head. “I know, Mom, thank you.”

Mom relaxes a bit. “You’ll always be beautiful to me, I hope you know that. And I know, one day, someone will see all the good things I do.” She touches my cheek as I stoop down. “Because your father and I made you to be deserving of everything in this world. We wouldn’t have made you had we thought anything else.”

I pick her up and hug her close. “I know, Mom.”

I went out that evening, walking through Scarebrooke to where Miksa had moved. He had started to hang around Edgar, who didn’t seem too enthused about it, but they work together during shows and they made a good duo, like a sort of good cop/bad cop kind of thing.

Miksa had a room in the crypt, which had become like an apartment building for many of the Scarebrooke residents. The room was small, but more than enough for Miksa. I did notice though, for the most part, his house didn’t looked very lived in. His bed never looked slept in and the only thing messy about it was his closet.

I knock on his door and he answers a few moments later. His hair is pulled up in a messy bun and he is wearing only pajama bottoms. He looks at me confused for a moment and rubs at his eyes. “What time is it?”

“You told me to come here around three,” I reply.

Miksa grabs my hand and pulls me into his place. “Ugh, I was out late last night.” He grumbles. “I was going to get a nap and I guess I lost track of time.”

My eyes remain focused on his chest and stomach, watching his body move as he stretches and yawns. I shouldn’t be staring like this, it isn’t polite, but I had yet to see so much of Miksa’s skin.

Miksa chuckles and takes my hand, placing it on his chest. “You can touch me, you know? I won’t get mad if you do.”

I flinch and my fingers brush along his body before I pull my hand away. “I shouldn’t,” I rub the back of my neck. “Not without asking.”

Miksa swats at the end of my braid then grabs hold of it. He tugs me down and kisses me. “I like this.” He says, twirling the ends of my braid around his fingers. “It makes things so much easier.” He kisses me again before letting me go. 

“I should get ready,” he chuckles. “I promised to help you, after all.”

“Yes,” I cup my hand over my mouth. Miksa was going to help me fix up part of the library. I had been trying to make it more maze-like for the sake of the shows. Miksa had ideas and we were going to start mapping things out and getting it all ready. 

Miksa comes out in a rather simple outfit for him. He usually is always dressed very nice and proper, but today he is wearing a plain shirt and jeans. It isn’t a bad look on him; in fact, it makes him look like some sort of rebellious bad boy the way his hair covers half his face. He also hasn’t shaved, so his jaw is covered in thick, dark stubble.

“You ready?” He takes hold of my hand and kisses my knuckles.

I bend over and kiss his cheek and brush my lips against his neck. Miksa cups his hand around his neck, preventing me from kissing there more.

“Easy there, big guy,” his expression looks pained. “All in good time.” He kisses me and we leave the crypt. 

He shows me his sketches at the library, telling me how I should give those who enter a few chances before they start the maze. The books would be enchanted so they wouldn’t move or get damaged when people visited. Miksa and I start moving shelves and after a while, my long sleeve shirt is getting a bit warm for me.

“I think we should stock the antique books at the front,” Miksa murmurs as he looks over his plans. “That way, all those beautiful old spines get to show themselves.” He looks at me as I pinch the front of my shirt to fan myself.

Miksa’s eyes become lidded and he steps towards me. “Just us here. You can take that off if you’re getting warm.”

“Oh no, it’s ok, really.” I laugh anxiously.

Miksa’s fingers slip up under my shirt and his skin feels cool to the touch. “You’re overheated,” he murmurs. 

I sigh and strip my shirt off, hanging it aside. I cross an arm against my chest as Miksa looks at me, a cunning sort of smile on his lips. “Much better.” 

We start moving the antique book collection towards the entrance like Miksa suggested. The back room where most of them are stored is cold compared to the front. As I am looking through a lockbox of books, I feel Miksa’s hands on my bare back. I shiver and his lips brush against my skin.

“Miksa,” I whimper.

Miksa kisses my shoulders and neck. “I’m sorry,” he moans. “I had to. You’ve been walking around like this and driving me crazy.”

I moan and bite my lip, letting him have his way with me. He grabs my chin and turns my head so we can kiss. I stumble backwards and sit down, allowing Miksa to make himself comfortable in my lap. There is a heat growing between us, one that cancels out the bitter chill of the back room. 

Miksa pulls away first and cups his hand over my mouth. “Dammit,” he snarls. “I don’t mean to do this to you.”

I’m holding on to his waist and trying to catch my breath. “Don’t apologize,” I moan. “I like it just as much as you do.”

Miksa looks into my eyes, that pained expression returning. “I’m not used to this.” He moves his hand from my mouth. “I’m scared.”

I hold him as he rests his head on my chest. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m afraid of what will happen,” he whispers. “Once it’s said and done, will I feel the same about you?”

I frown to myself. “Has that happened before?”

Miksa sighs. “I told you, I’ve not had many lovers that lasted.” He tilts his head up and looks at me. “I want you so badly, and my feelings for you are more than what I’ve felt in the past, but-” he hesitates. “I don’t want to lose those feelings.”

I kiss him and run my hands over his body. “If you’re scared, tell me these things,” I whisper. “I’ll do what I can to help you.”

Miksa cups my cheek. “You’re so sweet. You really are a lamb.” He kisses me and the kisses grow deeper and hungrier again. His lips trail down my chest and onto my stomach.

I whimper and bite down on my finger. “Miksa, what are you doing?”

Miksa unfastens my belt and pants. “Rewarding you, for dealing with me.” He rubs his palm to me and swirls his tongue in my belly button.

I gasp and sigh, feeling his palm through my pants is enough to make me weak. He then lifts my hips and tugs my pants down. I am now naked, and bare, and at his mercy. Miksa stares at me with a hungry and desperate look in his eyes. He licks his lips and looks up at me.

“You’re beautiful, Bastian,” he whispers to me. “Every piece of your body is perfect.” He kisses down my body again as he takes my shaft into his hand.

I whimper and shiver, not used to this sort of feeling or touch. I throw my head back as his tongue laps down on me. “Miksa, wait-” I pant.

Miksa moans as he licks me. His tongue swirls around my tip and he swallows me. He then pulls back up, drooling from the effort. “So big-” he pants. “Mm,” he sucks me again and pumps both fists up and down my length.

I whimper and jerk, covering my face so he doesn’t see my expression. It’s almost too much, it’s becoming overwhelming. I then look down, seeing Miksa’s eyes locked with mine. I breathe easier and watch him as he moves. His head bobs and he moans against me.

I brush his hair away from his face so I can see him better. I start to shiver and the heat grows. It becomes like popping candy in my belly and soon it starts to thrust from inside me. “Miksa, I’m-” I barely get the words out in time. I throb and release down his throat, I coat his tongue and it starts to dribble down his chin. Miksa gulps and moans louder, gasping as my cock falls from his lips. He swallows me and looks up at me with an even hungrier expression than before.

“Yummy,” he wipes his chin and licks his fingers. He then grins at me. “Did you like it?” He purrs.

I’m too far gone. I’m gasping for breath and my whole body is melting. How could that feel so good?

Miksa kisses my cheek and rubs his hands along my body in a comforting way. “Too much?” He strokes my cheek. “I didn’t overheat you, did I?”

I look at him and I touch his lips. “That was-” I giggle shyly and duck my head.

“I’m glad you liked it.” Mika kisses the top of my head. “If you let me, I’ll do it lots and lots just for you.”

“What about you?” I sigh.

Miksa smirks. “I’ll survive until you’re truly ready. For now, I want to offer my services to such a magnificent piece of divinity.” He traces his fingers along my softening cock. “Your legs will be the doors, your cock with be the altar, and I will kneel down to worship it everyday,” he moans. 

“Miksa,” I giggle.

He kisses me again. “Get dressed,” he growls. “I’ve wasted too much time as it is.”

“In a minute,” I whisper. “Why did you do that?” 

Miksa sighs. “No reason. Just wanted to.” He traces his fingertips on my chest. “I wanted to see what you’d look like, how you’d sound. I just wanted to see all of you.”

“I can’t wait to see that side of you too,” I moan to him. “But right now, I’m still nervous.”

Miksa chuckles and hugs me. “That’s ok. Like I said, I’m happy to take care of you when you need me.”

That evening as we left the library, Miksa takes hold of my hand and kisses my knuckles like always. “It seems such a shame we have to separate now,” he sighs. “After such a wonderful day together.”

“I know.” I squeeze his hand. “But it’s just-”

“No need to say it,” Miksa replies. “When you’re ready, it’ll happen.” He grabs hold of my braid and kisses me. His lips then press to my ear. “Tonight, when you dream, remember how good it felt.” His moans are pure seduction.

“Miksa,” I whine.

“I’ll never forget how good you taste.” He licks my ear and moans again. 

“Enough,” I stand up to see him grinning at me.

“Good night then.” Miksa and I kiss before going our separate ways. 

When I get home, Mika isn’t there, but by the time I bathe and rub in my oils, Mika is laying on my bed and purring. I kiss their head and sit down on the edge of the bed. 

“What a day,” I sigh. “Miksa is wonderful.”

Mika crawls into my lap and snuggles to me, happy as can be.

“I’m still so nervous, why can’t I shake that feeling?” I lay down and pull Mika up on my chest. “I want to tell him so badly how I feel. But...I don’t know why I can’t.”

Mika meows and licks my chin. 

“I think I want to know he loves me before we go further. But today-” I roll onto my side and Mika flops onto my pillows. “Today was just-” I grin from ear to ear. “I can’t believe Miksa did that to me! It was so…” I sigh and look up at Mika. “You probably don’t want to hear this, do you?”

Mika just stares at me.

I sigh and close my eyes. “I think-no. I believe I do love Miksa,” I murmur. “I just don’t know how he feels about me.”

Mika meows and licks my forehead. 

I chuckle. “Are you worried about me, Mika?” I reach out but I don’t feel fur. Instead, I feel something more like hair. I open my eyes and see Miksa laying before me.

“What?” I sit up in bed. “Miksa? What are you doing here? Where’s my cat?”

A meow comes from Miksa’s lips and he smirks at me. “I love you too, you giant lamb.” He wraps his arms around me. “I couldn’t keep up the game after you were so sweet like that!”

“You’re Mika?” I balk. “All this time?”

“At first, it was to see you,” Miksa confesses. “But soon I couldn’t sleep without you.” He looks at me apologetically. “I’m sorry. Was that too creepy?”

I frown. “It wasn’t cool,” I grumble. “But...” I slip my hand around his cheek. “You love me?”

Miksa chuckles. “Of course I do. And you love me?”

“Yeah,” I gasp and I kiss him. I push him down onto the bed and start moving my hands under his clothes.

There is a banging at my door. “Miksa, I know you’re in there!”

I sit up with a shock and Miksa starts to go to the window as my Mom bangs on the door. He shifts into Mika but as he jumps outside, I hear him scream.

“Got you, you annoying bugger!”

“Let me go, Bram!” Miksa fusses.

I go to the door and open it, where my mom is frowning up at me. “Mom, I’m-”

She takes hold of my hand and drags me to the dining room. She makes me sit down and in a moment, Dad comes in, carrying Miksa by the nape of his neck.

Coraline takes Miksa and shakes him. “What’re you doing to my boy, you devil?”

“Who told you?” Miksa’s voice rattles as Mom shakes him.

“Edgar,” Bram huffs as he sits down. “I can understand why Miksa would be sneaky, but you, Bastian?” He has such a sad expression on his face. I can’t contain the guilt. “Your mother and I were wondering what the change over you was.”

“What’d you do to my baby?” Coraline is still shaking Miksa.

I stand up, grabbing Miksa from her and setting him on the table. “He hasn’t done anything untowards if that is what you’re worried about.” I frown. “I should have told you, yes, that was my mistake. But you shouldn’t blame Miksa for something I asked him to do.”

Miksa shakes his head and sits closer to me.

“Miksa has been good to me. He’s been my friend and he’s been-” I hesitate as I look at my parents. Both of them are concerned and I know they want the best for me. “I love him,” I finally confess.

Coraline looks to Bram with concern. “Miksa has been my friend for so long,” Bram replies. “Has he told you his history? How he uses people?”

“He did,” I answer. “And it made me nervous, I won’t lie. But tonight, he told me he loved me too.”

Coraline glares at Miksa then looks at me with love. “He’ll say lots of things to get what he wants, Bastian. I don’t want you to be one of those things.”

“I’m not!” I snap. I look down at Miksa who has shifted back to his normal form. “I’m not lying when I say Miksa has been good to me. He’s been patient and kind and he’s listened to everything I’ve had to say. He says I’m beautiful, Mom.”

“And he hasn’t forced you to do anything?” Bram folds his hands together. 

“Nothing,” I shake my head. “We’ve not done anything, either. I mean...Some things but those were all mutual.”

“Miksa,” Coraline growls. “What have you to say?”

Miksa sighs. “I do love him,” he answers with a slow deliberate voice. “And I knew this would happen. I know my past, I know how I treat people, and it scared me to think Bastian would ever see me that way. So I told him everything right away. He knew what to expect and yet-” Miksa grabs my hand with shaky fingers. “He still said he loved me.”

“I’m going to go make coffee,” Coraline sighs. 

I wipe the tears from Miksa’s eyes and kiss his forehead. 

“I’ve known you too long to mention the time,” Bram murmurs. “And I know when you’re being honest, because it is rare. If you truly love Bastian, then join us for coffee, talk with us. We want what’s best for him, so spare some time for us to get to know this new you.”

Miksa whimpers and nods. “I would like that, Bram.”

Coraline comes back out with coffee and some treats. She kisses my temple and puts an arm around me. “I’m shocked, to say the least,” she whispers. “But I told you.” She squeezes me tight. “I told you someone would see you the way I do.”

Coraline then cuts her eyes at Miksa. “Don’t you corrupt my baby.”

“Trust me,” Miksa scoffs. “Your baby lamb has changed me more than I could ever hope to change him.”

Coraline kisses Miksa’s forehead. “Good. You deserve it!” She then slaps him upside the head and pours coffee.

Bram chuckles and grins, watching us with amusement. “I had always wondered why someone like you hung around someone like me.” He flourishes his hand then lays it on his chest. “Now I know why. Our fates were laced together all this time.”

Miksa gives my hand a shaky squeeze. “It’s not just that, Bram. I always did admire you. I was never as confident as you. I wanted to emulate that.”

Bram laughs. “Too bad; I liked you for your own confidence. I could never seduce as good as you did. Well, I managed to do it once.”

“It wasn’t seduction,” Coraline scoffs. “You wore me down.”

“But it worked!” Bram kisses her cheek and she grins.

“I’m still in shock,” Coraline sighs. “Once Edgar told us you were the cat, it sort of fell into place. We thought for sure you were doing things to him in his sleep.”

I sputter on my coffee and nearly drop it.

“I simply snuggled,” Miksa said with a shrug. “Fooling around isn’t fun when one is unconscious.” He then smirks. “I did plant some ideas in his head. But I promise, I have been nothing but a gentleman with Bastian.”

“So those dreams?” I glance at him. “Those were you?”

“Mostly you,” Miksa smiles.

Bram and Coraline make Miksa go home that evening, but we kiss and say I love you again before he leaves. 

The next morning, I am up early and head out the door without breakfast. Miksa is already on his way to meet me, both of us eager to be alone to finish what we started last night. He grabs hold of my hand, kissing my knuckles and then pulling me down for a long, powerful kiss.

“Did you dream of me?” I ask him.

“I had to wake up because I dreamed so much,” Miksa chuckles.

“Me too.” I take his hand and we go to the library. I lock the door behind us and I take him to the backroom again. 

“We don’t have to if you’re nervous,” Miksa tells me. He kisses my palm when he feels me start to shake. “I can take care of you again. I don’t mind it.”

I shake my head. “I know I want it. It’s just...What do I do?”

Miksa chuckles. “It’s ok,” he squeezes my hand. “I’ll show you everything.” He guides me down to sit and we start to kiss. It’s slow at first, building faster and hotter as we go on. Miksa falls to his back, dragging me on top of him. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close and running his hands under my shirt. 

After a while, we’re both naked and Miksa is in my lap. He’s stroking us, both cocks in his fist. We’re both moaning and panting and I’m starting to feel that overwhelming power again. It’s then that Miksa pulls away.

“I can feel you throbbing,” he chuckles. “I discovered that yesterday.” He kisses me and eases me down onto my back. “I want to take my time with you.” He smiles at me then takes my hand. He places my fingers around his neck. “I’m sensitive here. When you tried to kiss me the other day, I nearly couldn’t hold myself back from you.”

“I’m sorry,” I moan.

Miksa’s grin is so sweet and lovely. “It’s ok, now you know what to do when you really want me.” He sits astride me, rubbing his rear against my cock. “Since this is your first time, I’ll take the lead. Although I usually like having my hands tied.”

“Oh wow,” I gasp.

Miksa giggles. “You’re pretty big,” he moans. “I’ve never had someone like you before.”

“You can uhm-” I’m not sure what to say in this situation. “What about me?”

Miksa tilts his head. “Would you want that?” He moves off of me and between my legs. “Want to try something before we go that far?”

I grunt and nod my head. “I don’t want to hurt you.” I roll over and lift my ass up like he tells me too. Miksa then leans down and I gasp when I feel his tongue there. “What is that?” I yelp.

Miksa swirls his tongue around and I can feel him start to prod. “How does it feel?” He bites my cheek. 

“Strange but uhm-” he grunt. “It’s not bad.”

“Good.” Miksa rubs his finger to my pucker and I moan as it eases inside. “How about this?” He moves his finger slowly, licking while he does.

“I uhm-anh-” I grunt and roll my hips. “Miksa...What is that?” 

“It’s the sign of a good time,” Miksa kisses and bites my ass.  “I have something.” He moves away from me and searches through his clothes. He then produces a small pink bottle. “You always need lube,” he tells me. “Or else that’s a disaster. Never penetrate without proper lube. You hear me?”

I nod. “Yes. Of course.” I watch him as he smears the glossy fluid over his cock and starts rubbing it in.

“Do we-” I whimper. “I want to see you, is this the only position we can do it?” 

His eyes go wide and soft, looking almost like he does as Mika. “No,” he smiles. “On your back, babe.” He coaxes gently. “Lift your legs a little. That’s it.” He comes up between my thighs and starts massaging the lube between my cheeks. His fingers slip in, teasing me and getting me ready. “I feel almost horrible,” he moans.

“What? Why?” I’m scared to hear.

“I’ve never been someone’s first. No one like you at all.” He kisses my thighs. “I feel like I’m corrupting you just like your mother said.”

“You’re not,” I sigh. “You’re showing me your love in a different way. There’s nothing wicked about that.”

“I like the way you talk, especially about me.” He pulls his fingers out. “Ok, relax now.” He rubs his palm up my stomach. “Tell me if anything hurts.”

I close my eyes and breathe deep. I feel him, at first he rubs slowly, but soon he starts to push through. I gasp and grunt, feeling a slight twinge of pain. But soon, once he’s pressed against me, it begins to soothe.

“I’m all in,” Miksa moans.

“We’re one,” I gaze up dreamily at him.

“Don’t say such corny things! It’s too cute!” Miksa licks up my leg and gives me a sultry look. “This isn’t supposed to be cute.”

I smile up at him. “It feels good,” I move a bit. “I like how you feel inside me.” 

“Just wait,” he starts by rolling his hips. He pulls out a bit then pushes back inside. “I’ll make you feel even better with my body.”

For a long time, he is slow and gentle, pulling from me pleasured moans and gasps I didn’t realize I could make. He feels so amazing and he gives it all back to me. His body is sensuous and graceful, turning into heated and powerful. He grows harder and faster, taking me and ravaging me like I had read in books. We both snarl and moan. I drag my fingers down his back as our pleasure peaks.

My cock throbs, sending molten currents through my blood and sizzling like pop candy. I cum, coating my belly and chest while Miksa is still inside me. He shudders and snarls. His eyes go blood red and his jaws become unhinged. Inside me, his release feels cool to my heat. I gasp and moan, trembling as he fills me.

“Oh god-” Miksa moans. He licks up my stomach and chest before resting on top of me. He sniffles and hides his face against my neck. I hold him, but I soon find myself drifting away and my eyes shut completely. 

I wake sometime later, cradled to him with my head on his arm. He looks peaceful and calm and I kiss him.

“Mm,” he moans. “Awake?” He strokes my cheek. “I was worried.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” I kiss him again. “You felt so good, I couldn’t keep my head turned on.”

Miksa laughs. “How are you?” He whispers. “Any pain? Discomfort?”

“You’re still inside me.” I whisper to him. “It feels weird but...Also kind of nice.”

Miksa huffs and bites my cheek. “Don’t talk like that. I don’t want to take you again so soon without knowing how you feel.”

“A bit sore, but mainly in my hips,” I coo. “You?”

“I’ve never really made love before. I cried a bit,” he chuckles softly. “Everything was the same and yet so different.” He sighs and kisses the top of my head. “What have you turned me into?”

“Is my lion becoming a lamb?” I tease. I sit up and smile down at him. “It’s quite becoming on you.”

Miksa pouts. “I’m still a lion,” he pulls me back down. “If you want, I’ll show you.”

We turn the upstairs of the library into a home and we run the library together. We had built it into a great attraction for Scarebrooke, making a maze that winds through the place but is also easy for people to find the books they want. The romance section grows as Miksa and I collect more books, and it is our favorite place. 

We’ve discussed kids and maybe one day having a few of our own. Miksa has told me he’s always wanted a large family, since he was always all alone I’m planning to propose soon, I’m just waiting on the willow tree in the cemetery to blossom. Once it does, I hope he’ll say yes when I ask. But I can’t imagine him saying anything else.  

The ring I have for him is rose gold, his favorite, and is decorated with pearls and a few diamond chips. I had wanted the ring to match him somehow. When I finally place the ring on his finger, he cries and holds me.

“How long were you hiding this?” he grins from cheek to cheek.

“Long enough.” I stroke his hair. “So what do you say?”

“Of course,” he sniffles. “Of course.”

I knew he’d say yes.