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Vampire Boyfriend: Oleander 2 (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2021-04-27 20:00:02 +0000 UTCThursday evening, I’m in my classroom still as I grade papers. In my mind I’d rather stay here late than take any of this shit home. Between my stage performance class and theatre history class, I really don’t have much, but it takes time to go over all this. I leave the building just as the streetlamps go on and I glance towards the STEAM building. I then see a big figure come out of the building and I know it’s Oleander.
I head over; it would be my first time talking to him in person since Sunday. Since then we’ve exchanged a few texts, but we’ve not talked.
“Good evening!” I call out to him and he turns to look my way. “I thought that was you! How’s your-” My foot does something weird, both not moving and going a different direction at the same time. I begin to fall over, quickly averting my face so it didn’t smack directly onto the concrete. Fortunately, Oleander’s strides are quite long. He grabs me, catching me in his arms then sitting me up again.
“Careful there. Are you okay?” He asks.
I pat myself down. “I think so.” I try to take a step but my ankle pops and I make a sound like a startled puppy. Oleander swoops me up again, putting his arm around me and helping me to a bench where I could sit down.
“Do I need to go get a nurse or something?” He sounds urgent.
“I should be okay,” I huff. I take off my shoe and rub my ankle. “I don’t know what that was.”
Oleander watches me carefully, concerned as heck as I try to feel out my ankle. “Let me call you a cab so you don’t have to walk home.”
“I’m fine, really. I just need a second.” I stand up again and, while my ankle feels funny, it at least doesn’t hurt. Oleander’s arms are held in a way he's ready to catch me again if need be. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” I take a few steps. “See?”
“You sure?” He gives me the once over. “It popped pretty loudly.”
“I’m okay, really.” I smile up at him. His expression is really sweet and it makes my heart pitter patter a little more. “You probably have a class to get back to anyways.”
“This is my easy day. I only have one class on Thursdays to teach so I was actually standing out here trying to decide if I wanted to go to the laundromat and do my laundry, or just go home and ignore it again. You know, grown up decisions.” He then sighs heavily, running his fingers through his pearly white hair.
“You don’t have a washer and dryer at your place?” I ask.
“No, the place I rent doesn’t have one and my landlord won’t let me install a set. Luckily there’s a twenty-four hour one near here,” he grumbles. He then frowns at my expression. “What’s that look?”
“Sorry, I just kind of thought all vampires were rich. But now I’m realizing that’s only based on what I know from old movies so-” I shut myself up. “I can help with laundry if that’s the problem.”
He smiles gently. “Maybe it’d be a good starting point for our lesson on Saturday. I can show the stitches in my clothes and tell you how I make them.”
“Sounds good to me!” I say cheerily.
The laundromat is nice, there’s mainly students there and they mostly float through to check on their laundry. Oleander shows me the stitches and seams in his clothes, telling me what each is and why he chose them for certain articles of clothing. After a while we sat and talked about things. He showed me pictures of his jewelry on his phone and I was captivated. I was marveled by his skill, his attention to detail, and how every piece of jewelry was different but certainly had his signature to them. He also showed me pictures of his cats. Gomez, Chickpea, and Mort were his black cats. Then he had a massive orange tabby he called Diablo.
“I’m excited to meet them!” I tell him. “I’m hoping to get a cat once I get settled at my place.”
“There’s a shelter I can show you too. It’s where I got my black cats. Diablo just squatted and I kept him.” He smiles. “Black cats are usually the last to be adopted.”
“Because of the bad luck stuff? That’s stupid.” I scoff. “Morticia was the best cat. Even if she hid in dark spots and tripped me. She knew it was funny.”
His shy smile begins to break out a bit more. “I’m glad you understand.”
My heart sputters. “So what do you plan to do to me on saturday?”
His eyes widen and he rears back. “Nothing to you! I just-” he clears his throat. “Just planning on showing you the basics of using a sewing machine.”
“Sorry, bad wording.” I say with a chuckle.
“To be honest, maybe this is a good time to air some things,” he huffs. “I do think there is a possibility for feelings between us.”
I inch closer to him on the formica bench. “You like me?”
He clears his throat again. “You’re cute and bubbly. So yes. I do like you.”
I feel victorious. A boy hasn’t said he liked me since a football player in high school said he’d date me if I stopped being goth. I didn’t, so we didn’t. “I like you too, Ollie.”
His lips part as he hears this. “Well then, glad to know we’re on the same page.” He places his hands still, unsure what to do with them. “I’d still like to be your friend.”
“Of course, we can go slow at this. I’m in no hurry for anything.” I place my hand over his.
He kisses my cheek when he drops me off at my apartment. It’s so sweet I feel as though I’ll get a cavity. I go inside, happily flitting about as I revel in the fact he likes me. I have just one day to get through before Saturday, and I feel like I could burst.
Most of Saturday afternoon is spent with me getting ready. I pamper myself, using fancy skincare samples I got perusing the mall. I do a whole routine and even walk around with one of those sheet masks while I try to decide what to wear. I want to look dewy and fresh when I go to visit.
Once I’m at his apartment, I’m greeted by his cats, who I instantly fall for. I play with them for a while before we go back into his office where he has his sewing machines and supplies arranged. He has me sit down and shows me each of the parts for the sewing machine. His big hands guide my tiny ones, and I can’t help but think about that pottery wheel scene from the movie ‘Ghost’. Silly, I know. I manage to stitch together a small tote bag, which I’m exceptionally proud of, even if some of the stitches are uneven.
Afterwards, Oleander has a surprise for me. “I went and got it out yesterday.” He pulls out a black velvet box. “I wanted you to see it.” He opens it and inside there is a sea of rubies and pearls.
“Is this Cream and Wine?” I gasp excitedly. He nods, slowly taking it from the box so I can see how every gem hangs in a brocade of delicate, chandelier like droplets. “I can’t believe this is actually hand made.”
His smile turns coy. “Would you like to try it on?”
I refuse to believe such a common creature like me could ever be deemed worthy to wear such a beautiful work of art. “Me?”
“Of course. It’s made to be worn.” He slips his hands around my throat and I shudder at the intimacy of it. “I made it to symbolize the union between humans and vampires.”
The metal and gems feel cold against my skin. It feels heavy upon me and sinks in like it belongs, as if the whole thing was made for my neck alone. I touch my chest, feeling the ruby droplets. “Wow, with this I really feel like a princess.”
“You look like one.”
“Why, sir, you’re going to make me blush!” I have to laugh.
Oleander swallows. “Can I...do you mind if I kiss you, Holly?”
Oh boy, this is it! And he asked in the sweetest imaginable way. “I mind a lot,” I whisper. “But in a good way.”
His long fingers brush against my cheek, and his thumb rests sweetly under my chin. He has to kneel down quite far, and it makes me feel so small. The kiss is soft, barely there at first, but I stretch to assure him it was okay.
He takes a breath as he moves away, looking demure and sweet. “Thank you.”
“No, sir, thank you,” I giggle. “I get to wear pretty jewelry and get kissed by a handsome prince? This is my dream come true.” I snuggle up beside him as his cats come to watch over us.
I’m light as a feather. I’m totally smitten with Oleander. We hang out more often after that, he even helps me research a play I should do with my small class. He researches clothing, showing me books he’s taken from the library about costume design. We kiss and snuggle lots, but his cats get jealous easily.
One evening while we’re hanging out, I get a message update about the Beauty and the Beast party. Oleander sees the look on my face. “Is something wrong?”
“I have a party coming up soon that I'm working for. I’m playing Beauty but the parents want Beast as well. And I kind of lied and said I had one.” I frown at my phone, ignoring the message until I could get home.
“Then why did you accept it?”
“Money! They’re offering a lot. This one is for their son and the one I did for the daughter was awesome. They tip well, they offer me breaks, I get to eat the grown up food and not the kid food.” I beat the heel of my palm to my forehead. “I’m an idiot, I know that.”
“What time is the party?” He asks.
“In the evening, the boy wanted a proper ball,” I grumble.
Oleander’s palm rubs the small of my back. “I could help, if you are desperate.”
“I couldn’t ask you to do that. It’s really sweet you offered, but-”
“I’m serious. I can put myself together a costume pretty quickly, and I’m pretty much a proper size for the role.” He says this with a sincere smile. “If the kids are scared, then you’ll still get to play Beauty and get paid.”
“You sure? I don’t want your feelings to get hurt because a bunch of eleven year olds screamed at you.”
He shrugs. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to me.”
I reach up for him, standing on tiptoes as he bends over to accept my grateful kiss. “You’re far too sweet, Ollie. I owe you one.”
“You don’t owe me anything,” he chuckles.
I then get a devilish little idea in my brain. While he’s still lowered down, I whisper into his ear, “How about, after the party, we try fooling around a little?”
His hand on my waist tightens. “Seriously, you don’t owe me anything.”
“I’m serious,” I coo. “Don’t you want to try and see what we can do?”
He gulps. “Of course, but I-I really wish you hadn’t said this here.”
I give him a smile and another kiss. “Think about it while you make your costume.” I decide to be a little evil again. “Think about me wearing Cream and Wine.”
He stands up straight. “Where’d this side come from?”
“Just waiting to get comfortable,” I giggle. He then smacks the top of my head gently.
“I will try and think about it,” he murmurs. “But just be prepared for whatever I decide. Okay?”
I take his hand and kiss his palm. “Of course. I’m not into it if you aren’t.”
If I am being honest, I do want to confess that it’s been more than a fleeting thought for me. I’ve had the fantasy of pleasuring Oleander more than once. The closer I become to him the more I want to do these things. I want skin on skin, tongues everywhere, and all that good erotic shit.
The evening of the birthday party arrives and I have arrived early to talk things over with the parents. I’ve met them before luckily, and they’re so excited to see the beast when he arrives. When Oleander does, they’re so excited. I’m amazed by his costume, it’s a million times better than mine. I approach him in awe, he even has on a mask to make him look like a beast.
“You look incredible!” I exclaim. “You’re prettier than me!”
He removes the mask and bends down to kiss my cheek. “I brought you something.” He hands me a small, black velvet box. Inside was a necklace with a charm that was a ruby topped with a pearl. “I made it last night just for you.”
I almost want to cry. “This is-” He places his finger over my lips to shush me.
“It’s supplies I had left over, so don’t worry about what it cost me. I made it for you, no one else.” He places the necklace around my throat. “I’ll take it off tonight.”
My heart skips a beat, but this is a kid’s birthday so I do not want to over excite myself. As the night wears on, the kids absolutely love Oleander and his Beast. During the ball he must have danced with every kid at the party. All of them were enamored by his height and thought he was so cool. I, too, felt the same way.
At the end of the night we changed clothes before leaving. I sat in his car, feeling so pleased as I touched the necklace around my neck. The car is quiet, save for the soft hum of music on the radio and the rush of other cars on the road.
“My place?” He asks.
I glance at him, trying to read his expression in the dim light of the car. “Is it okay?” I ask quietly.
His hand touches mine. “We can try.”
I beam excitedly and have to contain myself until we get to his house. Once there, I notice a nervousness between us. He offers me his shower, which I take. I wash out all the hairspray and mop off all the makeup. I don’t dress again, I just wear the towel when I go into his bedroom. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me. He’s shirtless and the top button on his pants is undone. He looks at me, nearly losing his breath. He then breaks into a nervous smile.
“It’s okay if you want to change your mind,” I offer.
He shakes his head. “I want to.” He extends his hand to me. I take it, letting the towel drop. I feel his skin against mine as he brings me close. He feels so soft to the touch, it’s amazing. His skin is like silk.
“You’re so warm,” he shudders.
“Do you like it?”
He nods wordlessly, looking into my eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“What are you worried about?” I ask him. His hands rest on my hips while I touch his chest.
“Many things, really. You’re so petite, you’re so warm.” His lips brush against my cheek. “And I’m suddenly aware of all that I am.”
“You are Ollie,” I say to him. “You are sweet, adorable, and tender. What about that has you worried?”
“I'm a giant vampire, Holly,” he growls.
I kiss his neck and he moans, fingers tightening around my hips. “You’re a giant sweetheart.”
He suddenly picks me up with ease, holding me above his head. He then throws me into bed and places himself over top of me. If it wasn’t for the awkwardly sweet expression he held, I might be worried. But he looked more afraid than I did.
“What was that for?” I whisper.
He huffs, laying himself down against my chest. “Me being dumb.”
I run my fingers through his hair, sitting up so his head rests in my lap. “Can I be dumb now?” I ask. “Because I really want to suck your cock.”
“Holly!” He whines, muffled by my thighs.
“May I?”
He looks up at me, kissing me softly. I feel something sharp against my lip and, when he pulls away, I see his sharp teeth and the way his mouth cuts open to his ears. “Don’t force yourself.”
“I’m not. Now, relax. Let me take care of you.” He sits with his back to the wall while I go between his long legs. I open up his pants, already seeing an impressive bulge within. I take my time unwrapping the treat and when that pearly white cock falls out, I am fascinated.
“Holly,” he whines.
I take him in my hand, guiding him to my lips. I kiss the tip, moving my mouth down the shaft. He’s big, but that’s not shocking considering his height. I moan against him, dragging my wet tongue all the way back up to the head. He breathes harshly, gasping as I kiss again. He trembles, his cock grows harder. I take the tip into my mouth, suckling him luxuriously slow.
“How is it?” I ask him. “Everything okay?”
He looks so shy, so unprepared. “You feel amazing.”
I smile proudly. “Glad you like it.” I dip down again, licking and kissing him. “You deserve to feel good after how sweet you’ve been.”
He chokes back a moan. “Wha-what should I do now?”
“You can touch me if you’d like.” I wiggle my rear into the air. “Anywhere you can reach, it’s yours.”
He gulps and his hand stretches out, first touching the top of my head then petting down my back. He timidly touches at first, trying to be polite while also enjoying the mood. He then touches my ass and I giggle.
“Is that okay?” He asks.
I look up with drool on my lips. “More than okay. Go on.” I dip back down, slurping at his head which makes him cry out. His fingers tighten, gripping firmly onto my rear. It feels so good. His fingers are so close.
“Something’s wet-” he rasps. “Something’s-” He finds it. His fingers dip gingerly into the folds. He kneads his fingers around, squishy and squeezing. His cock throbs against my tongue. “You’re so wet.”
“You made me excited.” I sit up to look at him. “Can I try something?”
He nods, watching as I sit in his lap with my back to his chest. I rub myself against him, glazing his cock and feeling him intimately close against me.
“Hot-” he moans deeply into my ear. His arms wrap around me, holding me tenderly as I rut against him. His hard shaft rubs to my clit, making me feel small chills through my body. His moans excite me, make me feel powerful. I squeeze him between my thighs and when he comes, it shakes the world. He licks me clean, though, making me come on his exceptional tongue.
Later that evening he drapes Cream and Wine around my neck again. I lay naked before him, feeling shy yet so ungodly beautiful in his gaze. He kneels down between my legs, kissing my soft thighs.
“What do you think?” I coo.
“Beautiful,” is all he can say before he tenderly bites my thigh.
