World of Night

Blow Up My Love


Marton sighed contentedly as he rested his head on his lover’s shoulder, staring at the barely visible ceiling through half-closed eyes. It was still early but a few rays of the morning sun had already found their way through the dark-green curtains, filling the room with a with a comfortably warm green gloom.
He shifted as his lover grumbled in his sleep, muttering something unintelligible as he turned, leaving Marton to stare at his naked back.

Marton squeezed his eyes shut, his heart contracting painfully as he fought to keep his disappointment down. Even when asleep David turned away from him. A bitter smile played across Marton’s lips as he got up and padded over the soft carpet towards the bathroom, leaving David to wake alone.

He winced as cold water hit his face and leaned against the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Tired brown eyes stared back at him over dark circles. He had not slept well. Again. And it was beginning to show. His almost black hair only enhanced his pallor.
Quickly he dismissed the thought of taking a shower as he heard the bed creak.
David was waking up.

Not bothering to towel his face he went back into the bedroom and leaned against the doorframe, his eyes unreadable as he gazed at David.
David, as always, was a sight for sore eyes. Green eyes smiled at Marton from under a mop of dishevelled blond hair as he stretched, tumbled bedcovers riding low on lean hips.

“It’s Saturday,” David smiled, eyes never leaving Marton’s face, “Why don’t you come back to bed?”

“No,” steeling himself Marton shook his head, “We have to talk, David.”

“David, huh? It’s serious then. Okay,” David pulled himself into a sitting position and patted the mattress beside him, waiting for Marton to join him, “Let’s talk then.”

Carefully Marton eased himself onto the mattress, cautious to maintain a safe distance to David. He pinched the bridge of his nose, unsure where to start and then the words just tumbled out.
“I love you, David. And I want you in my life. I want you to be a part of my life,” he sighed, nervously knotting the edge of the bedcovers as he continued, “But I want to be a part of yours, too. I thought I could do this, but I can’t go on living with just the part of you which you allow me to see. There’s so much I don’t know about you and you never tell me anything.”

An uneasy silence settled over them, before David finally replied, slowly emphasising each word. “I told you right from the start that there are certain… things… in my life I would not be able to talk about with you.”

“I know, I know,” Marton sighed, nervously raking his finger through his hair, “And I respect that, I really do, but it’s more than that. Every time we start to get close you turn away from me. You don’t really talk to me, you didn’t want to meet my parents, you don’t tell me where you go in the evenings, you…”

“So this is about me not wanting to meet your parents, yes?” David interrupted him, staring at Marton with narrowed eyes, “Fine! I’ll go of it pleases you! I….”

“No.” Marton shook his head again, “It’s not about that, David, it’s about us. And you have just proven my point. You don’t even listen to me. You want me, I know that, but you don’t want me to be a part of your life and I can’t go on like that any more, Dave. Truly, I can’t. Not anymore.”

Once again silence settled between them, both of them staring of into the distance, avoiding each other’s gaze.
“I never meant to fall in love,” David whispered finally, slowly raising tear-stained eyes to meet Marton’s gaze, “I never meant to meet you, to love you. It would have been so much easier if we had never met.”

“I know,” Marton whispered, gently cupping David’s hands with his own, “But you know me well enough to know that you can trust me with your past, and even if you didn’t,” he continued, silencing David’s attempt to answer, “I don’t care what your past is, I only ask you to trust me with the present.”

“But I do.” David objected.

“No.” Marton said gravely, “You don’t. And that’s exactly the point. You go out without telling me where you’re going, you meet friends you don’t want me to meet, you sometimes hole yourself up in your study for days or just vanish for a week or two without telling me you’ll be away.”

“I would not do that if I had any other choice.”

“I know. But every time you leave without leaving me a message, I’m afraid that you won’t come back. That for one reason or another I’ll never see you again.”

“I wish I could tell you,” David whispered, tears swimming in his eyes, “But I can’t. You would never believe me.”

“I would,” Marton insisted, “But even if you can’t tell me why you have to go or have to do something, please tell me where you are going and when you’ll be back. Trust me with that if nothing else. That’s all I ask of you, only that and nothing more.”

“Okay,” David whispered, cradling Marton’s hand against his chest, placing it over his heart. “And please believe me, there is no one who’s closer to me than you are.”

Marton smiled, drawing David close. “If you ever feel like talking, you know where to find me. Right beside you and willing to listen.”

David smiled, tilting his head to meet Marton’s lips in a loving kiss. The kiss was slow and simmering, a meeting of emotion rather than passion.
David moaned, the taste of elderflowers, that was so typical of Marton, clouding his mind and drugging his senses. Marton’s tongue slipped into his mouth, starting a slow dance of tongues and moans. With a soft swoosh the bedcovers fell to the ground as Marton straddled Dave, pinning the older man to the mattress while his mouth explored David’s chest, kissing and teasing tender flesh and hardened nipples.

David arched into the touch, craving for more and longing to taste Marton again.
Marton groaned as David’s hardness rubbed against his own, releasing his lover’s hands to free himself from he boxers separating them.

David moaned at the loss of contact between them and tried to pull Marton close again but the younger man pushed his hands away, slowly pulling David’s boxers down instead, kissing every inch of flesh he revealed, teasing his lover’s heated skin.

“Please…” Dave whimpered, trashing helplessly around as waves of pleasure assaulted him. Marton grinned, slowly licking up and down the length of David’s shaft now, relishing in the sounds he managed to draw from his lover. Small, panted whimpers and moans were all David was capable of uttering as moist heat engulfed him and he started to thrust, clawing at the bedcovers beneath him as Marton’s sucking tongue urged him on.
Marton relaxed his throat muscles and fought to keep his breathing even, trying – longing – to take as much of David as possible. He loved feeling David move within him, loved to taste the first salty drops of pre-cum that announced David’s impending orgasm.

David groaned in the rhythm of his movements, as he thrust frantically into Marton’s eager mouth, throwing his head back into the pillows again and again.

“Marton…” he gasped, thrusting on last time before he spent himself within his lover’s throat, dazedly marvelling at the eagerness and easiness with which Marton swallowed his seed.
“Love you,” he mumbled lazily as he pulled the younger man close, burying his hands in Marton’s dark curls as their lips once more fused in a heated kiss.

He moaned again as Marton took control of the kiss, deepening it till the need for oxygen and passion left David’s head spinning. Dave gasped for breath and then, quickly, flipped Marton over, grounding his hips into his lover’s as he pinned the younger man to the bed, predatorily grinning down on him.
“Seems we still have to take care of you,” he drawled, flexing his muscles just enough to tease Marton into releasing a small moan. Slowly he bent down, till his mouth was right beside Marton’s left ear, “Guess what I have in mind?” he whispered quietly.

Marton shuddered as David’s breath ghosted over his skin, just before the blond started to nibble at the sensitive flesh of his ear-lobe and trail circles over his abdomen. Shivers of pleasure ran through Marton’s body as David’s smell, mixed with the musky scent of sex, invaded his nostrils, making it impossible to think of anything but his lover.

“David…” Marton’s gasp was no more than a hoarse whisper as he pulled his lover into a harsh, demanding kiss, taking his chance to explore the older man’s mouth thoroughly before pulling on the blond’s lower lip with his teeth.
Absentmindedly David reached for a small vial on the nightstand and quickly coated his fingers with the oily lube, his lips never letting go of Marton’s as he worked the lube onto Marton, making the younger man writhe beneath him.

Marton broke their kiss, trying to reverse their positions, but David stopped him. “No,” the blond whispered, grinning as Marton’s eyes widened, “I want to do this myself, want to ride you.”
Marton nodded, watching breathlessly as David drew back, kneeling above him as carefully positioned himself over his lover’s hardened flesh. Marton groaned and thrust his hips upwards impatiently, staring in amazement as David slowly impaled himself on the younger man, till Marton was fully sheathed within him.

David let his head fall back with his mouth opened as he started to move up and down, a sheen of sweat making his skin shimmer softly in the dimly-lit room.
Drinking in the sight Marton grasped his lover’s hands, giving the older man additional support as he thrust in time with David’s movements.
Gradually David quickened his movements, sending Marton into a frenzy of passion. Unable to hold back any longer Marton started to thrust frantically into the tight heat enveloping him, brushing David’s spot with almost every stroke.
David moaned, urging Marton to go faster, till every sense of rhythm was lost to them and the only thing that mattered was their love-making, feeling each other and the passion that was mounting between them.

Stars exploded in front of David’s closed eyes as Marton finally came and heat flooded into him, filling him completely. For just a second David thought that he could sense Marton’s presence in his mind, that their union had been complete, but he quickly dismissed the thought. It was impossible.

Carefully he drew back, rolling off Marton and pulling the younger man into a tight embrace, contentedly curling up on his lover’s shoulder.
Marton grinned lazily as he noticed David’s sated smile and returned the embrace, clinging in to David as though his life depended on it. He was more than happy to have David here, to finally have him close.
David smiled and planted a small kiss on Marton’s collarbone, heaving a contented sigh. Everything was perfect. For now. Not even twenty minutes later both of them had drifted off into sleep.

~***~

It was already noon as he woke again. The sun had gathered enough power to shine through the still-closed curtain and the room was almost unbearably hot. Yawning David freed himself from Marton’s arms and sat up as his stomach gave a low rumble. Sleepily he padded into the kitchen, switched on the coffee-machine and glared into the refrigerator, mentally taking stock. Milk, vegetables, a half-eaten pizza, some fruit, beer, cheese, ham and sweets glared back at him.

He sighed. Nothing he felt like eating right now. Straightened he threw the door of the fridge shut, his brows furrowing as he noticed the strange silence. Marton obviously had not woken yet. Or if he had, did not seem to feel like getting up.

Still, the quiet was uncanny. He and Marton shared a small flat in an apartment block and on Saturdays the house was usually full of noise. Even the baby next door was not crying. Dave grumbled softly. He had been so focused on listening that the box of cereals had almost slipped from his hands. The sound of his hands grabbing hold of the box again echoed hollowly through the kitchen.

Every move he made was too loud. He yawned again and absentmindedly scratched the jumping red spot on his chest. He froze in shock as he slowly began to understand what was happening, his eyes becoming wider and wider. Slowly he brought a shaky hand to his chest, experimentally moving it around in front of himself, flexing his fingers and making a fist just to start the procedure all over again. For some seconds he stood paralysed, marvelling at the way the spot – the beam of light – jumped across his skin before he instinctively jumped to the floor, tipping the kitchen table over to shield himself from the window.

Shattered glass rained into the kitchen and a soft thud hit the wall behind him. Trembling he turned around. A merely thumb-big hole had appeared in the wall, exactly where he had been standing only seconds before.
Quickly he peered over the edge of the table and out of the window. Something black moved on the house opposite the street. Something black that glittered in the sun.
Cold shivers raced through him as the realisation of what was happening finally hit him. They had found him.

And judging by the hole in the wall and the myriads of red spots that were now dancing through the kitchen, they had not come to talk either.
He ducked, crawling towards the door to the living room as fast as he could, shots tearing into the wall above him but fortunately he seemed to be out of their shooting range right now.

“Shit!” he cursed, rushing from chair to sofa, to the bedroom door, always ducking, always trying to put something between himself and the windows.

He had to get out. But above all he had to get Marton out of the house. He refused to think of what they might do to Marton if they got him.

“Marton!” he screamed as he ran into the bedroom, relieved to find his lover alive and awake. Marton had cowered into the protection of the bed as the shooting had started and now stared at David from wide, frightened eyes.

“Dave?” Marton whispered, his voice almost as small as a child’s, “What’s happening? Why is someone shooting at us?”

“Not now,” Dave shook his head, crawling forwards and taking his lover’s hands while shots continued to buzz through the air, “Later. I will explain everything to you. Everything, Marton, but we have to get away first.”

”We can’t get out,” Marton mumbled, looking through David, “We can’t get out.”

“Not now,” David repeated impatiently “To my study, come on!”
“Your study?” Marton repeated while David already pulled him into the right direction, “But it’s got only one door!”

“Doesn’t matter.” David pulled Marton into the rather small room and threw the door shut behind them, locking out all light as he bolted it. “Help me!” David had switched on the lights and was now pushing a big wardrobe in front of the door. Dazed Marton complied.

Instantly the shooting ceased, muffled by the massive wood.
“I’ve never been in here,” Marton said slowly as he looked around, “What now?” The wardrobe, a table, some book-shelves and a chair were the only furniture in the window-less room. Awed Marton looked around. Somehow the whole room seemed strange and surreal.

The table was littered with papers, papers filled with a language he could not even read and the black-painted walls were filled with even stranger white symbols.

“Dave?” Marton said nervously, staring at the curious, brightly-coloured books, “ What is this?”

“No time for that,” David gasped out between breaths, fighting to roll the heavy carpet from the floor. Marton refused to take a closer look at the strange colouring of the carpet. It blurred to a strange pattern in front of his eyes, making them water. Blinking away the tears he knelt down and helped David to roll the carpet aside.
The shooting had stopped but muffled footsteps and voices sounded through the flat now. Both of them doubled their attempts and finally the floor of David’s study was laid bare.

Marton gawped. A big circle had been drown onto the floor, with a smaller circle within. The ring between the two circles was filled with a chain of strange symbols and glyphs, whereas the smaller circle was made of a black stone, that seemed to be obsidian.
“What is this?” Marton’s voice was quivering violently, “What the fuck is this, Dave”

“In here!” a voice called, just as David was about to answer, “They’re in here! Break down the door!”

Panicked David stared at Marton and then, without another word, pulled the younger man into the circle while the hammering on the door grew into a deafening roar of noise. Marton put his arms around David’s waist, unable to cope with the situation. All he knew was that he felt safe around David. Or at least had done so till now.

David pulled Marton closer, silently sending a prayer of thanks that his lover had, unconsciously, made it easier for him to go through with what he had to do.

Marton shivered against him as he started to recite words in strange flowing language, the ancient spell coming easily over his lips. Marton’s eyes grew even wider as the room around them suddenly faded into a cold, grey mist and the sound of splintering wood weakly reached his ears.

“Dave?” he whispered, not daring to look up, “What's happening?”

“Don’t worry, love,” David managed a weak smile, “We’re almost safe now.” His voice resounded hollowly in the absolute quiet that surrounded them.
Slowly Marton looked up as the mist crept back. They were still standing in the smaller one of the two circles but the stone beneath them was white now. And they were not in David’s study any more.

“Dave?” Marton squeaked, “What happened? And where the fuck are we?” he whispered only seconds later, numbly staring at the cave around them. “Where are we?” he asked again as he looked around, trying to figure out where the soft, red-golden light around them was coming from.