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The rain came down in heavy sheets, making it impossible to see your hand in front of you. The wind rattling the glass in the windows, a roar of thunder rumbling in the distance. Julian tossed and turned in his deep slumber, a wrinkle in his brow as he mumbled inaudible nonsense.

The only word that Cory could make out was ‘Octavia’. Just who was this girl anyway?

"Vous ne pouvez pas mourir mon amour, vous ne pouvez pas me laisser ce NO. de manière…!! ! "He shouted as he shot up in bed; breathing heavily, his pale face drenched in sweat. “Damn it, I hate it when it rains…” He continued his face in his hands, “Cory are you still awake?”

"Yes, I couldn’t get to sleep…I hat-!"

BOOM CRACK!!

"HOLY CRAP!!" Cory screamed while jumping under Julian’s covers, shaking vigorously.

"Afraid of thunder, how cliché is that?" he laughed softly while patting what appeared to be Cory’s head. "Ever since I was little, after my mother died, "Julian began, "my father would hold me tightly in his arms."

He pulled the covers back, reviling a curled up, and frightened Cory, which he took in his arms.

"And he would rock me back and forth and he’d sing to me." Julian began to sing a French lullaby, claming Cory, soothing him even though he couldn’t understand a word he was saying.

"You know what my Dad would tell me?"

"What?" Julian asked

"He’d say, 'Cory, it’s nothing but God and his angels bowling, the really big ones are them making a strike.' It worked when I was little, but now…it just doesn’t work anymore." he said while grabbing tightly onto Julian’s tank top.,"why do you hate the rain, Jill?"

Julian grew silent as he began to hum a tune.

"It…it brings back terrible memories, ones that are best not to bring up at the moment."He said his face expressionless. Cory stroked his cheek; Julian began to kiss his comforting hand. He grabbed the base of Julian’s neck; bringing his face closer, kissing those soft plump lips. The kiss sending an electric plus straight to his cock,Cory positioning himself right on top of it; slowly adding fuel to the fire. One that he couldn’t just leave the way it was, one that just won’t end with a kiss.

(A/n: is it me or is it getting hot in here!? Thank God for this song: Sade ‘is it a crime’! It seems to match with the screen, doesn’t it?”)

His heart beating like the first time Julian kissed him; as he began to kiss the dhampire’s neck, leaving fresh hickies in his wake, a moan then rolled off of his very own lips as Julian began to stroke his harding flesh ever-so-gently, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, nibbling and licking Cory’s earlobe.

Julian then switched places effortlessly with Cory, as he lay firmly on his back, his face burning red, his chest heaving up and down, his hazel eyes welcoming him to do as he pleased.

He began to unbutton Cory’s pajama shirt, revealing his soft caramel colored skin, his nipples already hard with excitement.

"Take me away Julian, make me yours." He moaned as Julian began to lick his nipples in a circular motion, a chain of moans rolling off his lips as Julian made his way lower, to his navel; lower to his inner thighs, licking them, caressing them as if they would break with the slightest touch. He then grasped Cory’s harding flesh, precum already on its tip.

Cory then squealed Julian’s name as he felt the warmth of his mouth around it; Julian’s tongue gently massaging it. Quicking his pace, as he slid it in and out of his mouth, licking its tip in a circular motion, Cory running his fingers threw Julian’s hair, breathing like he ran 20 laps in gym class.

"J-Jill…I can’t…hold." He said while flopping back on the pillows, breathless as he arched his back and let out a scream as he came in his roommates mouth.

The warm white fluid running down the shaft, as Julian lapped at it tenderly as if he wounded him.

"I-I’m sorry." Cory said while making to get up; Julian then smiled at him, nuzzling their noses together in an Eskimo kiss.

"I love you Cory." He said, his eyes peering deeply into shocked hazel eyes. Cory then went into over heated mode and fell down onto the pillows, dazed and confused.

"Don’t say it so effortlessly!" he yelled. Julian then lay down next to him, pulling Cory close to him.

"I wanted to do much naughtier things to you." He whispered, "But it leaves less for you to fantasize about."

"Shut up, I was trying to cheer you u-!" A loud crack erupted outside as lighting struck near by; Cory digging his nails into Julian’s back.

"You were saying?" he asked

"I’ll sleep here tonight if you don’t mind?"

(A/n: WARNING SHOTACON AHEAD)

The little boy of maybe twelve years old stood before the older man clad in a beautiful pale blue dress complete with pinafore and lace headdress atop his long bone straight black hair.

His white-ish grey eyes downcast, his cheeks shone rosy red.

"Do you like it...Papa?" he asked while standing slightly pigeon toed.

"Of course my darling son, anything you put on, you’ll always look beautiful to me." The older man said with a hearty laugh while sitting at the edge of his bed.

"I…Papa, I want to please you. Make you happy!" the boy yelled, rushing into the older man’s arms, sitting on top of his lap, gazing into eyes that mirrored his own.

That’s all he ever cared about, was gaining the love of his father. Making up for what he was, trying to be the best son any father could have.

His father then kissed him deeply, massaging the boy’s tongue tenderly, running his fingers threw his long flowing locks.

"Papa…I just don’t want to be a burden to you…I just want to make you happy!" he sobbed

"Then show me how much you love me, my son." He whispered into the youth’s ear as he began stroking the boy’s bottom. "Do Papa a favor and get undressed for him." He said sweetly

"Anything…to make the one I love happy." The boy said while removing everything slowly, he soon stood before his father in the nude; the man unzipping his pants, releasing his hard cock.

"Sit on Papa's lap slowly." He coached and the boy did so, whining as the hard, thick flesh penetrated him; the feeling nothing but pleasant.

"Papa it hurts!!" he screamed as he warped his arms around his father’s neck. The older man began thrusting his hips as the boy moved up and down upon his father’s flesh.

"Relax, my dearest son, everything will be alright." He said softly, trying to calm the boy.

He then took the man whole, as he moaned softly, the man licking his small chest.

"Papa…I love you…" he began to trail off.

"I love you-" he then got on top of the boy as he spread his legs further apart for maximum penetration, moving in smooth long strokes; in and out, effortlessly now, hitting the boy’s sweet spot with every thrust.

"Hahn….Papa! More…faster!" He moaned louder while clenching the sheets around him. The older man then grunted as he came inside of his son; the boy passing out from sheer excitement.

"-I love you too, Julian. Papa loves you very much."

Julian slapped his ear, making sure he killed whatever tried to crawl into it.

"Morning sleepy head." Cory said while crouching down to Julian’s height.

"Will you not do that?" he asked rather annoyed.

"Pleasant dreams?" Cory asked while fixing up his bed for once, ignoring Jill’s words.

"Not really, I had… a dream about my father." He said while swinging his legs over the edge of his bed.

"From the sound of it, I’m guessing it was bad." Cory asked, straching the back of his neck.

"Yes."Jill sighed.

"Are you sure he didn’t chastise you when you were little?"

"Yes, it’s just that he was very affectionate towards me."

"What would he do, spoil you or something?" he asked while shifting threw his clothes, trying to find his slippers.

"No…he would make love to me. And I…and I would love him even more. Knowing that in the end, rather it is the next day or month from now. He’d rip my heart out and stomp on it, like it was nothing." Julian said while staring out at the early afternoon.

Cory was lifted at a loss of words as Julian gathered his things for his shower.

"If you don’t have any plans today, do you mind hanging out with me?" he asked changing the subject swiftly.

"You know Jill, that was a major topic change, I can’t let that one go so-"

"I told you what was bothering me, so let’s just leave it at that." He said in a venomous tone, "now will you hang out with me or not?"

"I think have to about it." Cory mumbled as Julian slammed the door shut.

Cory flopped down on his bed as thought after thought seeped in and out of his mind.

His father? No, I must’ve heard wrong, why would his own father do that to him? That’s some real To catch a Predator shit. And he…liked it?! So Sebastian wasn’t lying when he said that Julian has a Father-complex.

Julian stood under the piping hot shower water, trying to clear his head of the thoughts of his father.

Why does he want to see me now, after so many years of me being missing? Does he want something from me, again?

He then punched the sky blue tiles, they and every bone in his hand shattered as he bit back the pain.

"He just wants to toy with me; play me for a fool at my own expense." He spat.

After his shower, Julian got dressed and began to wonder around the enormous campus; the lush forest surrounding it lay in a jumble of autumn colors; reds, yellows and greens. He walked along the nature walk, listening to the chorus of a thousand birds; their soothing song wining over his conflicting thoughts. He then heard his name carried along the breeze; pronounced in perfect French as his childhood lullaby was sung to him. The towering figure of his father stands before him, clad in a black suit with white pinstripes; a black pea coat was worn over it. His white-ish grey eyes resting on Jill's frightful gaze, a single strain of jet-black straying away from his neatly slicked back hair.

"How long did you think you could run away from me, my dearest son?" he asked, his gloved hand outstretched for the confessed boy.

Julian began to step back, "Ulrich-"

He was then smacked his son across the face, sending him to the ground, his lip bleeding.

"It’s'Papa' my boy, is that the mouth you kiss your mother with?" he asked while tossing his handkerchief to his son.

"No 'Papa', I’m sorry for my rudeness. I love you." Julian said in a toxic voice, with much emphasis on 'Papa'.

"Hmp. I love you as well."

End chapter

A/N: Now when Julian was screaming in his dream in French, here’s what he said, "You cannot die my love, you cannot leave me in this manner… No!!" It doesn’t make any since now, but in a later chapter it’ll make perfect since.

p.s. Boy-Bites-Boy is gonna be on hiatus for a while...until I think of more ideas. So I'm just gonna make the status complete as of now. Sorry 4 the trouble and wait