Rules Are Meant to Be Broken Page 13

  right. Maybe he real y was a gay, maybe Gypsy was right

  and he had always been gay. Sighing, Michael gave

  himself over to the feeling — he would worry about it al

  tomorrow. Seriously though, Michael was a little shocked at

  the turn of events. If anyone had told him a week ago that he

  would be lying in bed kissing another bloke he probably

  would have punched them in the face, pacifist or not. Yet

  here he was with his arms wrapped around Christian doing

  just that, and at this moment in time he was wil ing to do

  anything for it to continue.

  The only thing he could think of was Kerr was right. This

  place real y had changed him. And believe me, it’s hard to

  focus on anything else with the way Christian kisses,

  thought Michael. It seemed to take away every thought he

  had ever had. Part of Michael wanted to push Christian

  away just so he could think clearly. The rest of him was

  holding on for dear life with no intention of ever letting go. A

  very smal part of Michael screamed in triumph. Final y he

  had given himself to Christian, not quite completely, but

  almost, and Christian was returning the gesture.

  Michael closed his eyes, breathing deeply, taking in the

  male scent of Christian. He shivered as Christian’s kiss

  moved from his mouth to trail along his jaw line. Christian

  kissed every inch of Michael’s scar before he broke away.

  “I think,” Michael said as he moved away from Christian,

  “I need to go and take a cold shower. A very cold shower.”

  Michael slid out of bed and quietly left the room without

  looking back toward the bed.

  “What are you staring at?” Christian asked Drack, who

  stil sat quietly watching him. He couldn’t stop the smile

  from spreading across his face. “It was just a kiss. Okay,

  wel , maybe two kisses. Nothing to get worked up about.”

  An excited giggle escaped his lips.

  Honestly, Christian wasn’t surprised at his own body’s

  reaction to being near Michael. His body had been acting

  this way ever since the first night he and Doyle had fol owed

  Michael. Maybe he should tel Michael the truth — the whole

  truth. His fingers came up and touched his mouth as he

  thought about the beautiful kisses that had just taken place.

  Waiting quietly in the darkened room for Michael to return,

  Christian wondered what was to come. “Just look at him,”

  Christian addressed the silent bird. “Wouldn’t you want to

  be wrapped up in his gorgeous arms every night? Feel his

  body on yours?” Christian shivered in delight. He thought

  about everything else he would be able to do to Michael in

  the future. Man, a cold shower was sounding pretty good

  right now. He wondered if Michael would like company.

  § § § §

  Sleeping next to Christian hadn’t bothered Michael

  before. Now, Michael wasn’t sure if it would mean

  something different, though he knew he wanted it to be

  different. When he walked back to the room he felt stupid

  having to ask if things had changed between them. Maybe

  he would just wait to see what Christian did. What scared

  him even more was that he knew he would soon have to

  admit to Christian he was a virgin. Man, how embarrassing

  and awkward was that conversation going to be?

  “Feel better?” Christian asked as Michael walked in the

  room and sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from him.

  A shiver raced the length of his spine as Christian laid his

  hand against his bare back in comfort.

  “No. I’m just more confused I think,” Michael answered

  honestly. The strange thing was, he knew what he wanted

  but wasn’t sure if he was now al owed to ask for it.

  “What about?” Christian moved until he was sitting

  behind Michael, Christian laid tender kisses along the nape

  of Michael’s neck. “What has this beautiful mind in such a

  tizz?” Christian placed more kisses at the base of

  Michael’s neck.

  Michael smiled nervously, trembling as he answered.

  “About us — this whole situation. I don’t know what I’m

  meant to do.” Christian moulding himself against his body

  wasn’t helping any.

  “I told you, kissing and hugging is okay for now. I don’t

  know about the other stuff just yet.” Christian gently bit his

  back. “We can work our way up to other things, can’t we?”

  “I wasn’t talking about sex, dumbarse.” Michael chuckled

  because he wasn’t sure whether he was ready for anything

  else either. Eventual y he would want to have sex and he

  would want to do it with the guy currently plastered against

  his back.

  “Then what did you mean?” Christian sounded confused

  so Michael slowly turned to face him.

  Hoping against hel that Christian didn’t laugh at him he

  murmured shyly, “I want — I want to sleep naked with you,

  like I did the other night.” Michael couldn’t stop the blush

  from creeping up his neck and face. “I want to lie with you,

  skin on skin. And I wanted to let you know I am stil a virgin. I

  have never been with anyone.”

  “Oh! ” Christian sounded a little shocked. He final y

  seemed to understand Michael’s need. “I suppose if you

  want, we can,” Christian said. His gaze dropped down to

  his silk boxers, and Michael knew Christian hadn’t real y

  thought about this part of his request. “Anyway it’s time to

  get some sleep. We have at least three quarters of the day

  to get through,” Christian ended, sounding confident.

  With his breath catching in his throat, Michael stared in

  awe as Christian climbed back into bed and kicked off his

  boxers. “You coming?” He lifted the sheet beside him.

  Christian looked like he was more than happy to sleep

  naked with Michael. He winked, “We’l take it slow, I

  promise.”

  Michael took a moment to pul himself together before he

  dropped his towel and climbed into bed. He was more than

  a little surprised when Christian rol ed over, wrapped his

  arm around him, and kissed his cheek before snuggling up

  against his side.

  “I should tel you I have always wanted you from the first

  moment I laid my eyes on you. I was glad when everyone

  agreed you should sleep in my room. I was happy you

  would have to share my bed. I’ve just been trying to work

  out how to get you to want me back.” Christian giggled as

  Michael gasped and widened his eyes.

  “Am I freaking you out?”

  “No, not real y.” Michael moved his arm until it rested

  under Christian’s head. It ran along his back, holding him

  close to his side. “I’l let you know when I get total y freaked.”

  “Good. Oh, and Michael, no more picking up strange

  men.” Christian said as he reached across and pinched

  Michael on the nipple. “I never want to have to sit through

  last night again and witness you getting ready to seduce

  another guy.”

  “Oww.” His free hand t
ilted Christian’s face so their lips

  could meet in a lingering kiss. Now he had final y started,

  Michael realized he loved kissing Christian and could feel

  himself growing hard. “I told you babe, I never fucked him. I

  couldn’t, not when I wanted him to be you.”

  “Good answer, love. How old are you? I mean I wouldn’t

  want to take advantage of you or anything.” Christian asked

  in total seriousness.

  “I’m twenty-two,” Michael replied with a yawn.

  “Are you tired, love?”

  Michael nodded as he laid his head on Christian’s

  shoulder. He couldn’t believe how tired he was, it was as

  though between Christian asking, and him answering a

  spel had been placed upon him, even his semi hard cock

  had backed right off. Snuggling closer, he thought he heard

  Christian say goodnight as sleep claimed him.

  § § § §

  Michael’s dreams were strange. Instantly he knew he

  was back in the same place with “the voice.”

  “I told you Christian was mine,” Michael said with

  confidence. He had come to believe the voice belonged

  to Sebastian.

  “Christian will never be yours until he gives himself to

  you completely. Until then Christian is mine. I made him

  the way he is, and I can break him just as easily.”

  “Why?” Michael was confused. “Why would you destroy

  something you created?”

  “Because he made you.”

  Michael dropped to his knees, stunned into silence.

  How could this be real? The voice had to be lying. How

  could Christian have done this to him, knowing he had a

  family, a future?

  “Do you still want him, knowing what he has done to

  you?” The voice laughed at the pain it had caused.

  Michael cried out in grief. “You’re a liar.”

  Sebastian laughed at him, “Ask him if you dare. Ask

  him how he seduced and then killed you.

  “Now, I wonder why he would have done such a thing.

  What could have possessed him to take you away from

  your family?” he taunted Michael until he fled from

  Sebastian and the dream.

  § § § §

  Sebastian was furious. He suddenly realised that

  Christian and Michael were becoming closer — it was not

  what he meant to happen. This was not what he wanted, so

  he revealed another piece of the puzzle, one he was not

  meant to. He just hoped no one found out. Because it would

  be just his luck for them to run off and tel Lucio, or one of

  the other Eldren.

  CHAPTER SIX

  So we fricken’ kissed.

  Waking with the sound of mocking laughter stil ringing in

  his ears, Michael cried out as he pushed himself away from

  Christian. Jumping out of bed he put on the first clothes he

  found, not caring they were yesterday’s, or that they were

  the ones Christian had worn. Fury fil ed him as Christian

  came to comfort him. “What? What is it?” Christian reached

  for him.

  Hurt and anger fil ed him. He knew Christian was

  confused by his reaction and he didn’t care. Right now he

  couldn’t have Christian anywhere near him. Couldn’t have

  Christian touching him and breaking his resolve.

  “Don’t. Just leave me the fuck alone. Don’t you fucking

  touch me! ” He screamed as he knocked Christian’s hand

  aside. “How could you do it? How could you fucking do that

  to me?”

  “I don’t understand,” Christian said as Michael fled the

  room. “What have I done?” Christian yel ed. Words failed

  Michael as he fled the room, but Christian fol owed him into

  the hal . “Michael please, just tel me,” Christian pleaded.

  “Just tel me what I have done.”

  Turning, Michael viciously punched the wal repeatedly

  until his knuckles bled, curse words fal ing from his lips with

  each punch.

  “You, you have done everything,” Michael shouted,

  pushing him hard in the chest with his bloody hand. “You

  destroyed my fucking life. You took me away from Gypsy

  and I can’t forgive you for that. I wil never forgive you for

  doing that!”

  Christian stared at him. “So we fricken kissed. How did

  a few kisses ruin your life?” Christian yel ed back. “You

  were into it just as much as I was so don’t go blaming me

  because you can’t handle it now. What did you think was

  going to happen? Did you think we could just do this for one

  night and it would al go back to normal?” Christian shoved

  Michael. “My lips weren’t the only ones involved. I

  remember your tongue being in my mouth, or have you

  forgotten that fact?”

  Being so angry, Michael didn’t notice, or if he did he

  didn’t care, how the rest of the family had spil ed out of their

  rooms, and were now watching — waiting to see how this

  was al going to play out.

  “How could you? I had a fucking family. I had Gypsy.”

  Michael grabbed Christian, pinning him against the wal

  and brought their faces close so he could stare into

  Christian’s eyes. He wanted Christian to see just how

  furious he was. “I had a life, and a family who loved me.

  Why did you take me away from them?” Tears fil ed his

  eyes and rol ed slowly down his cheeks.

  “What the hel are you talking about?”

  Confused, Christian tried to push him away, but stopped

  as his own memories came creeping back to him.

  Memories of what he had done to the beautiful man in front

  of him. “Michael, I…” He ceased struggling, knowing he

  deserved ful wel what was going to happen to him. Closing

  his eyes against his flow of tears, Christian waited for

  Michael to hit him. Waited for the hurt he knew was to

  come. Pain fil ed him as he realized he had just lost

  Michael forever.

  “Why?” Michael sobbed, his head now rested on

  Christian’s shoulder. Christian could feel the tears dripping

  onto his own bare skin. Michael’s face turned so his lips

  were pressed to Christian’s neck. Even though he hated

  himself for what he had done, a little part of him stil relished

  in the fact that Michael kissed his throat. Gasping, Christian

  felt like his soul was being torn in two and was fighting

  itself. It was almost as if he could feel Michael’s pain on top

  of his own.

  “I’m sorry,” Christian mouthed, “I truly am.” He wanted so

  much to wrap his arms around Michael and give him

  comfort but was afraid it would only cause Michael more

  pain. “Please Michael, you have to believe me.”

  Michael didn’t struggle when Doyle and Kerr gently

  pul ed him off Christian. The sadness playing across

  Michael’s face broke Christian’s heart.

  “Would somebody care to explain?” Kerr demanded.

  “Michael knows who his creator is.” Charm stared in

  horror from Christian to Michael and back again.

  Silence fel as her words sunk in.

  Doyle asked stunned, “You know who created us?”

  “No.” Michael shook h
is head, “I know who created me. I

  know who my sire is. ” Christian felt the stab of jealousy as

  Michael turned and wrapped himself around Doyle in

  comfort. He knew Michael needed something to take away

  the pain, but it stil hurt as Michael pressed closer to Doyle

  who soothingly stroked his back.

  Two voices asked at once. “Who?” while Charm

  remained quiet.

  “Michael I…” Words failed Christian as a look of pure

  hatred — fol owed closely by pain and confusion — were

  shot in his direction.

  Tears streamed down Michael’s face and he turned

  slightly in Doyle’s arms. In that moment in time Christian felt

  his heart lurch as Michael spoke.

  “Did you want to screw me so badly that the only way you

  could get me was by kil ing me? Is this why you did it? Are

  you fucking happy now?”

  Feeling frustrated, Christian snapped back. “No! Fricken

  hel , I didn’t even remember doing it until just now. I don’t

  know how the hel it happened. I don’t ever remember

  seeing you before the night Doyle and I watched you — the

  night we brought you here.”

  The rest of the family stared at him in stunned silence.

  “Christian is your sire?” Kerr asked in disbelief. “How?

  He never went out on his own.”

  “Fuck me,” Doyle whistled. “Are you for real? How did

  you do it?” Doyle directed his question toward Christian.

  Even though Christian hated watching Doyle’s arms

  wrap more firmly around Michael in comfort he turned to

  them. “I don’t remember doing it. I just know that I did.”

  Christian’s finger traced over the thin white scar in his wrist.

  Now he remembered how he had gotten it. Michael had fed

  from him. Was this the reason why he had thought Michael

  was so beautiful? He now knew he real y had been in love

  with Michael al along. Was Michael right, and in some

  twisted way had he done this because he wanted Michael

  in his bed? Was this why he so wil ingly became gay for

  him?

  Silently Christian watched as Michael pul ed himself out

  of Doyle’s embrace, pushing his way past the others. “I

  need to go.” Michael ignored them al as he headed for the

  front door.

  § § § §

  Dusk had fal en. Michael headed into town but he

  bypassed al the usual haunts where his so-cal ed family