Prometheus Boyfriend: Bastian #1 (complete)

I sometimes feel like a puzzle. All my parts are just pieces that have been fitted together to create the whole picture. My parents created me. Over the years they pieced me together, trying to finish a puzzle they had long hoped for. They used lightning to seal me and then their love to truly bring me to life. I am grateful to them, don’t get me wrong. Their love and support, along with my own love for them, is one of the only things I am sure of in this world. 

I have not been here long, but from our travels, I know that the world is a strange place indeed. Everywhere we go, I collect books, some old, some new. Mr. Faire takes me out of the carnival from time to time, where we shop at local antique stores and thrift shops. It is there where I buy my books to add to my collection. I also like old records, the vinyl kind, but there isn’t a shortage of those within the carnival. Some of the people, or family really, have been in the carnival since it began so many years ago, and have kept their collections throughout the years. With help from my parents, as well as Mr. Faire and his partner Ruby, they’ve allowed me to set up a library within Scarebrooke. It is part of the attraction, and yes, to keep with the theme, there are some hauntings to it, mainly me, but for the most part, it serves as a library and a place of rest for the carnival.

Yet still, I feel like a puzzle with a piece or two missing, and it drives me crazy. I know I am complete, because my parents are not the type to do a job incomplete. They wouldn’t have brought me to life without everything in working and pristine order. I keep having this sense of a place on me open and exposed. Every now and then, it will feel like a breeze rushing through me and yet I have no way to find the hole so it can be patched. It is more internal, though, more a metaphor than anything. Perhaps there is something wrong with me that my parents couldn’t see.

I’m not sure, I just don’t want to tell anybody. I don’t want my parents to think they failed when making me. Doing that to them would hurt worse than anything. So I keep working and reading and building the library up into something worthwhile. Even if I am a failure, at least my work won’t be.

One day, as I am working, I keep hearing something, yet when I look around, I don’t see anything. At times, I believe I hear footsteps, but upon inspection of their origin, I find nothing still. As I walk to the front, I notice a man standing over my desk. He’s tall, but nowhere near as tall as me. His long, black hair is thick and full of wild waves and curls. 

I approach him cautiously and he lifts his head to turn and look at me. The eyes that stare into me are a sort of lavender I’ve never seen, especially set against such rich olive skin. I have never seen him before in the carnival, yet he looks like he belongs here.

“Are you the librarian?” He asks.

I remain silent. I know what I should say, but I can’t make myself speak. I’ve met many people in my life and yet this man makes me want to remain silent and stalk away. He’s so lovely, I can’t take my eyes off him, and yet I want to stalk away.

He tilts his head. “Hello?” 

“Sorry,” I clear my throat. “Yes, I am.”

The man steps towards me as I try to escape behind my desk; where there can be something physical between us. I look at his graceful hands and suddenly feel self conscious of my own. He’s beautiful, but there is something so masculine about him, I’m not quite sure how to label his features.

“I’m looking for a book,” he says. “Or better yet, something I can use to distract myself for the time being.” His fingers brush against the surface of my desk before he whirls them in the air. “But there is so much here, I don’t know where to begin.”

“Perhaps it is the search that can distract you,” I suggest.

He cocks a dark brow at me before a smile spears his lips. “The search?”

“Look for a book,” my voice breaks and I clear it. “I mean, why not explore the library for a bit? Test out a few books. Searching for the perfect one can take time, but it may offer you the proper distraction that you need.”

The man smiles at me and I see that his teeth look quite sharp. “How did you just describe my life so perfectly?” His eyes look at me from bottom to top and I want to hide myself away. “You weren’t here when I visited last.” he murmurs. “Nor was this place. Who are you?”

I gulp and take an unsure step back. “Bastian,” I reply quickly. “My parents are the heads of Scarebrooke.”

The man’s eyes widen as I say this. He looks around the room before he glances back at me. “Well, it’s been a pleasure to meet you, Bastian.” He extends his hand to me. “I am Miksa.”

“Miksa.” I let the name linger on my tongue for a moment. I take his hand and his beautiful fingers wrap around mine. His skin is supple and unlike my own. He probably thinks I’m disgusting.

“I think I’ll take your advice and look around a bit. Who knows,” he smirks at me. “Maybe I’ll find something worthwhile here.”

“There are a lot of things that are,” I answer. “I’ve personally read everything here.”

Miksa’s brow crosses and he turns to look back at all the shelves. He whips back around and points at me. “You must be kidding?”

I shake my head. “I am very serious, Miksa.” I enjoy saying his name so much. “Everything here is from my own collection. Some things have been donated by others in all of the carnival, but I have indeed read everything.”

Miksa still doesn’t look convinced. “How?”

“With time,” I say with a shrug. “It is what I love most.”

Miksa’s eyes glide over me again, an edge to them I am not sure what to make of. “What you love most,” he murmurs. “How on earth do you get anything done? Let alone find time for anything else to love?”

Why did his words hurt so bad? I glance aside and try to tuck my fingers under my sleeve. “You find time for things you love.”

Miksa pushes his hair off his shoulder and tucks it behind his ear. “That is very true. Well then, I shall begin my search.” He turns on his heel and starts wandering about the library.

I sigh in relief, glad he is no longer so close, but also anxious for his return. I try to busy myself and not concern my thoughts with him, but they all wind up turning there. Miksa is so effortlessly appealing, his mannerisms and gestures seem so sensual for no reason. I know what sexual attraction is yet I have never experienced it, well, for anyone real. I have had fantasies about the characters in the books I’ve collected and been aroused by them. Miksa is the first real person to elicit such a craving inside me. 

After a while, I start to close up the library. I’m turning off lights when I find Miksa asleep at a table. His arms are crossed under his head and his hair is spilled out over the table. I approach him and hold my breath. I brush his hair away from his face and stare at him. It isn’t fair how attractive he is. What must he think of a creature like me?

“Miksa,” I coax him quietly. Part of me hopes he doesn’t wake so I can enjoy him a bit longer. “Miksa,” I urge.

His lashes flutter, but he does not wake. I lean down closer to him. “Miksa, it’s time to wake up.”

Miksa yawns and stretches, looking very much like a cat. “Mmm,” he licks his lips and nearly sends my heart careening. “Oh shit.” He rubs at his eyes. “I fell asleep?”

I watch his pink tongue and feel an urge growing inside me. “I suppose you didn’t find the right book today?” 

“Nope,” Miksa yawns again. He stands up. “I can put these back.” He reaches for the books.

“I can get them tomorrow, no worries,” I quickly spout. “You probably have somewhere you need to go.”

“I do,” Miksa stands up and smiles at me. “What about you?”

I fidget in place. “My dad is making dinner tonight; he’s making my favorite.”

“How very nice.” Miksa touches my arm in a gentle pat and I feel weak. “Thank you for letting me linger here today, Bastian.” He says as we walk out of the building. “I think I may come back, even if it’s only for another nap.” 

“I’ve had worse here, really,” I laugh.

Miksa blows me a kiss and winks as he stands at the bottom of the stairs. “Until we meet again, lovely Bastian.”

I drop my keys. What did he call me? I must have heard things wrong or been tricked by the wind. He did not just call me lovely.

I make my way home, feeling nervous and excited all at the same time. I’ve not met someone like Miksa before, I’ve never felt such a feeling before. I keep wanting to feel it even if it scares me quite a bit. 

As I’m about to open the door, I hear a small sound behind me. Turning, I see a fluffy black cat come running to me and rubbing up against my ankles. Their purrs are loud and happy, and their fluffy tail twitches in the air. It meows up at me, jumping up and padding their paws against my leg.

“Oh hello.” I pick the cat up and it happily cuddles in my arms. Its purrs somehow get even louder than before, and its face squishes in a sort of smug happy expression. “Where did you come from?” I scratch the top of its head and the cat licks my fingers.

“You’re very sweet,” I coo. I then try to set the cat down, but it is having none of it. It clings to my shoulder and meows sadly.

I sigh and keep ahold of it. “Ok fine.” I carry the cat inside with me.

“There you are,” my mother, Coraline, steps out of the dining room. She spots the cat and her eyes go wide for a moment. “What on earth?”

“It came up to me outside. It won’t let me put it down.” I say as the cat snuggles against my neck and whips its tail at my mother.

Coraline frowns for a moment then looks to me. “Go put it in your room,” she sighs. “Dinner is almost ready.”

I kiss the top of her head. “Thanks, Mom. I’ll be just a second.” I take the cat to my room where it happily balls up in the center of my bed. 

I fill up a small bowl with water and set it on the ground. “I’ll bring you some food later. Tomorrow, if you still want to stay, I’ll go to the animal trainers and get some better food for you to eat.”

The cat rolls onto its back, meowing sweetly as they expose their soft belly. 

“Yes, yes.” I pet their belly and their smug expression grows into delight. “You’re a very cute kitty.” I rub under their chin. “But I am very hungry. So just wait on me.”

The cat grumbles and curls up again.

In the dining room, my parents have set the table and my dad is setting food out. “There he is!” Bram announces brightly. “How was the library today?”

“Slow,” I sigh as I sit down. “But I got a lot done today.”

Coraline kisses my temple as she places my drink before me. “You know you’re allowed to take days off.”

“Yeah, well,” I chuckle. “I just like being there.” And if I had taken today off, I never would have met Miksa in the first place.

“Things will pick up again soon,” Coraline says. “Now that setup is done, everyone will want something to read at night.”

Bram serves dinner, which is my favorite meal: parmesan fried eggplant. My parents technically don’t need to eat, but they will so they can spend time with me. Family dinner is important to them, it is for me too. I love spending time with them.

After dinner, I go back into my room and strip my shirt off. I’m ready for a bath and to go to bed. After long days, my body tends to become a bit sore and achy. I like to look over my skin as well, making sure there are no tears or any stitches that have come loose. I’m getting ready to take my pants off when I hear loud purring from the bed.

I almost forgot the cat was here. It has a smug face again as it watches me and its tail waves back and forth slowly behind it.

“Oh,” I chuckle. “It’s just you.”

The cat makes a chirping sound, as if it is offended.

“I forgot your dish, let me go get it.” I go back to the kitchen where I had a small plate of chopped meat for it. When I come back, the cat jumps off the bed and happily munches away.

I turn back around, finishing taking off my clothes. I then hear loud purring again and the cat is rubbing up against my ankles, letting its soft tail coil around my leg. I chuckle and pick it up, setting it on the bed. 

I then open the window. “If you need to go, you can. I understand if you just wanted a free meal,” I chuckle.

The cat slowly blinks its eyes at me and continues to purr.

“I’ll be right back.” I go into the bathroom. 

As the shower heats up, I look at myself in the mirror, trying to put myself in Miksa’s shoes and see what he saw. I’m quite large, very tall with broad shoulders but also still thin. My skin is patchy all over, different colors mingling but sallow and graying in color. My hair is long and white, nowhere near as full and lovely as Miksa’s. My eyes are mismatched green and brown. My face is long, cheeks sharp and my nose is sunken. There’s no way someone like Miksa would see me and feel the same things I felt looking at him. 

I step into the shower, letting the hot water run down my body. I wash my hair and picture Miksa doing the same thing. His hair is so thick, I wonder how long it takes for him to properly wash it, brush it, and let it dry. My mind wanders elsewhere, picturing him in the shower and his supple body slick with water and soap.

I gasp as I feel myself becoming aroused. I look down, seeing I am hard and throbbing. “Dammit,” I growl. I turn the water on cold, hoping to knock the thoughts from my head, but the hardness in my loins persists. 

I step out of the shower, hoping it will go down. I am startled when I see the cat watching me from the sink. Its eyes are wide and its tail has fluffed out completely.

I scoff and shake my head. “Still here, kitty?”

It meows in response. 

I quickly cover myself with a towel, no poor creature deserves to see this. I rub myself down with lotions and oils, hoping to keep my skin healthy. The cat watches me and then follows me to bed. 

I lay down and the cat snuggles up beside me, purring all the while. I chuckle and pet it. “This isn’t so bad,” I sigh. “Having something cute and cuddly in bed like this.”

The cat licks my arm and closes its eyes.

“Sleep well.” I turn the lights out and try to sleep.

I am plagued by dreams of Miksa. I hear his voice whispering in my ear and feel his hands on my body. His lips come achingly close to kissing me, but he eventually pulls away. I feel his body pressed against mine and the blankets tangle about us. I can’t remember what all he says, but I know it makes me feel hot and achy all over.

Come morning, I am splayed out over my bed, my cock tenting the sheets over me. “Oh no,” I grumble in frustration. I cover my eyes, grinding the heels of my palms into them. “This can’t keep happening.”

The cat starts purring and it bounces up onto my chest.

“Oh, good morning.” I rub its ears. “I hope you slept better than I did.”

The cat licks my cheek then goes to the open window and hops out. I sigh, feeling a bit sad that it left. I ready myself for the day then have a quick breakfast with my parents. When I head to the library, I see someone waiting on the step out front.

It’s Miksa.

He turns and grins at me. “I came back to finish my search.”

My body goes hot and achy all over again. Memories of last night fill my head and nothing else can get through. Where did I put my keys? How do I unlock the door? When will he kiss me? Where is the mailbox? I shake my head and cough.

“Everything ok?” Miksa asks.

“Yes, fine.” I fumble with my keys, dropping them several times before I open up the door. Miksa follows me inside, seeming to stay very close to me.

“Are you always here alone?” Miksa asks me.

“Not always,” I grumble.

Miksa lingers at my desk as I sit down and try to look over my to-do list for the day. I can’t focus, not with all the things swirling around inside my head.

“Where should I start today?” Miksa asks. 

“Huh?” I glance up at him and adjust my glasses. “What do you mean?”

Miksa swings his finger around. “Where should I start my quest to find the perfect book?” he asks me.

I swallow down a lump in my throat. “Anywhere you want.”

“No, no,” he chuckles. “I’m asking you where you want me to start. Anywhere at all.”

I bite my lip for a moment as I try to think. What sections do I have? Thighs, ass, lips, no, you giant idiot! I look up at him. “Try the romance section.” I feel even more like an idiot for saying that.

Miksa nods. “Romance, yes. That does sound very appealing to me right now.” He starts to walk away but stops suddenly. He turns back and looks at me. “When do you take lunch?”

“Pardon?” My voice cracks.

“Lunch,” Miksa smirks. “A big boy like you must need a hearty meal.” He places his palms on my desk and leans forward again. “I’d like to join you for it.”

“Uhm well-” My heart is like a rabbit being chased by a wolf. “Usually around one or so,” my voice manages to come out without cracking or squeaking.

“Good,” Miksa smiles. “Until then.” He walks off, heading towards the romance section just as I suggested. 

I grumble and rub my hands over my face. I don’t know what is happening to me. My insides are all twisted up and confused. I don’t know how just one person has done this to me in less than two days. 

I try to work but I find it hard. I find myself close to the romance section where Miksa is. He’s sitting on the floor, book stacks around him. He’s reading one and then another. His expression is serious, and every now and then I see a faint smile. 

“My mess isn’t bothering you, is it?” Miksa asks.

I nearly jump from my skin. “Pardon?”

“My mess,” Miksa chuckles. “I hope you don’t take issue with it.”

I walk around the shelf and look at him. “No, it’s fine, really.” I stand at the end of the aisle. “I just ask you pick up, is all.”

“I plan on it.” Miksa sets aside the open book in his lap. “This was a good suggestion, I’m enjoying my search. Never expected romance to be quite to my taste.”

“I don’t think people give it a proper chance,” I murmur. “They see romance novels as silly and trite. But really, there is a lot of truth and a lot of beauty within them. If people gave it a chance, they’d see that.”

Miksa smirks. “Is that why the romance section is so big compared to some of the others?” He tilts his head to the side. 

My cheeks burn and I look to the side. “What do you mean?” I ask.

Miksa stands up. “Nothing to be ashamed of. I think it’s cute.” He tucks his hair behind his ear. “The reason I enjoyed reading through the romance section so much was because I kept picturing you reading them. How your expressions must have looked, how you would tear up.” He steps towards me. “I thought it would be nice to have you read something to me.”

His lavender eyes make me feel weak and uncertain, but I can’t look away from him right now.

“Your deep, sultry voice must be perfect for reading out loud.” Miksa is so close to me I can smell his sweet scent. 

“No, really,” I chuckle nervously. 

“I like the idea of a big, powerful looking man like you being vulnerable and shedding a few tears at a tearjerker novel.” He brushes his fingers against my arm before touching it. “Someone so strong, yet so lovingly sensitive.”

“I’m not really that,” my voice cracks.

Miksa chuckles. “You could have had me fooled.” He squeezes my bicep. “You feel hard as a rock. Don’t tell me you couldn’t toss one of these shelves, books and all, if you needed to.”

I smile to myself and glance away. “I would never want to do such a thing.”

“Of course not,” Miksa chuckles. “You’re a lamb, aren’t you?” His hand rubs up and down my arms. “I could tell from our first meeting,” he says. “I felt safe to be here.”

“Miksa,” my voice trembles.

“Is it lunchtime yet?” He asks brightly. “You must be starving.” To my shock, he takes hold of my hand and laces our fingers together. 

I barely realize what I’m eating. The mess hall isn’t as busy as it usually is, but there are still a lot of people around. I had ordered something, but I couldn’t remember even as I sat down. Miksa is eating something red, I only know this because of how it stains his lips. He talks to me, telling me about his travels and how he’d been invited to join the carnival by a friend ages ago. He stayed and left, but now was coming back to find a home.

“Scarebrooke has grown even while I have been away,” he says. He licks his thumb and glances to me. “So far, you’ve been my favorite new addition.” He then grabs my hand. “Don’t look away. I mean it.”

I chuckle anxiously. “You should thank my parents then, not me.”

“Bram and Coraline?” He asks me.

I nearly lurch out of my skin. “You know them?” I ask.

“Bram is a dear old friend,” Miksa replies with a smile. “I used to work with him before he even joined Mr. Faire.”

“Oh wow,” I gasp. “So it was my dad who invited you to join?”

Miksa nods and sighs dreamily. “I’ve been to so many places, seen so many people, and yet this place has always felt the closest to a home and a comfort I’ve ever had.” He touches my hand and rubs his fingers against my knuckles. “I’m looking to settle down, maybe find a lover that lasts longer than a night.”

The hairs on my body stand on end. 

Miksa sighs sadly. “Best you hear it from me than through some awful grapevine,” he starts. “But I am a known user of men, particularly their bodies. I admit it, I’m something of a whore.” He raises his eyes to me. “But I just love sex so much!”

“I see,” I glance down at the table and poke at my food. Apparently I had gotten some sort of pasta dish.

Miksa then gasps. “I’m sorry.” He squeezes my hand. “Is this an uncomfortable subject for you?” He chuckles. 

“It’s not one that I am particularly familiar with,” I confess. I then cough and look up at him. “I mean, I’ve read books.”

“Books aren’t the real thing. The real thing is much different than what books can describe.” He holds my hand and laces our fingers together again. “Maybe one day, I could get the pleasure of teaching you the real thing.”

I choke up and my mouth flops open and closed as I try to form words.

Miksa chuckles. “Oh, gosh, I’m sorry!” He leans back. “Was that too much? I’m sorry. I sometimes forget how to actually talk to people without being well, you know, a whore about it!” He cackles joyfully, all the while still holding my hand.

I frown and take a drink of cold water. “You certainly do have a way with words, Miksa. You make almost anything sound quite appealing.”

Miksa smirks at me and licks the corner of his mouth. “It’s easy when what I am looking at is just as attractive.”

My heart nearly stops from shock.

“I tried to seduce you yesterday, or well, I highly considered it..” His eyes bore into me. “I decided to hold back, start a new way of looking at things.” He brings up my hand and kisses my knuckles. “I’m going to win your heart and not just your body.”

“What?” I gasp. “Me?”

Miksa looks at me and smirks. “Yes. You. Is there something wrong with that? Do you want me to choose someone else?”

“No!” I blurt then shake my head “No, what I mean is, someone like you and someone like me?” I lay my hand on my chest. “Are you sure?”

“You’re just my type, Bastian,” he answers. “Is that so strange to you?”

I blink a few times then duck my head down. “It’s just that you’re so attractive and I’m-”

Miksa squeezes my hand tight. “What you see isn’t what I see.” His voice is soft and sensual. “What I see is a big, kind, and sexy man who has no idea about any of it.” His smile is coy and cute. “Your parents wouldn’t make something they didn’t see beauty in.”

“I need some fresh air,” I pant.

Miksa leads me outside and we stand in the shadowed alley between tents. He stands on a crate to kiss me and I realize that it is my first. I’m not sure how to move but my body seems to. I tilt my head just a bit and his lips brush against mine. His fingers curve around my cheek and then comb through my hair as he cups the back of my neck.

I moan softly and his kiss becomes harder. His tongue licks against mine and when he pulls back, I want to grab him to me again. Miksa kisses my jaw and cheek, and his fingers tickle down the back of my neck.

“You’re a natural, Bastian” he purrs. “It’s going to be hard for me not to try and paw at you all the time.”

I gulp and nod. “I had dreams of you but-”

Miksa laughs and presses his forehead to mine. “Dream of me all you want. It’ll make you fonder of me quicker.”

That evening when I went home, I found the fluffy black cat in my room again, purring away and kneading biscuits into my pillow.

“Welcome back.” I kiss the top of its head. “Well then, if you’re going to stay, maybe I should name you.” I scratch under their chin. “How about Mika?”

The cat chirps and fluffs its tail.

“After someone important,” I whisper to them.

I cuddle with Mika that night and my dreams of Miksa continue. I dream about deep, long kisses and his hands roaming all over my body. I wake up, heated and impassioned, still feeling Miksa’s lips on my neck. I get up from the bed and hear Mika hop down and follow me.

I go over to my desk and take out my journal where I write down everything from my dream. “I want to remember this,” I tell Mika. “I want to record what falling in love is like.” I then chuckle. “Although, I suppose, right now it’s a bit more lust than love.” I scratch Mika’s ears. “But it’s my first time, I’m bound to have something pent up in this puzzle of a body, right?”

Mika meows in reply and licks my fingers. 

I sigh, letting myself cool from my dream. I look at the words on the page before closing the journal. “I can’t wait to see him again.” I tell Mika. “I can’t wait to kiss him again.” I touch my lips and smile to myself. “He’s so very good at it.”

Mika purrs and curls up on top of my journal.