Vaughn y' 10th: Secret Lovers pt 2

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"Can you feel me, little one?"

My insides are burning, my body is scalding hot from his touch. I think I'm going crazy, I can't think of anything else but him. I love him.

"You're so tight. Do you like it?" He chuckled. "Your insides clenching in me every time I pull out. Was it that good?"

His pace hastens with his ragged voice echoing in the room. His low undertone is driving me closer and closer to my limit.

I can feel him, he's close too.

"Elijah... Ugh!"

I can't help but moan. I can feel him release himself inside of me. His low husky grunts masked with pleasure was sending shivers all over my body.

"Vaughn... Vaughn."

He repeatedly whispered while planting soft kisses and holding me close as if I'll disappear anytime from his grip. His arms enveloped me as he walked towards the bed where he put me in his lap and hushed me back from heaven.

"I'm here baby. I'm here."

He spoke.

"I'm here."

"I'm here. Vaughn."

I looked up the man standing Infront of me. His footsteps field with haist. I can hear his uneven breathing despite the heavy rain... with face field with urgency as he kneeled down infront of me, seemingly desperate to see my face.

"Why? Why did you do that?"

I laughed weakly. Is he serious? After all this time. After all this time...

"Elijah... I..."

Every tone has a certain color. It was something only I see. So naturally my world if field with colors, both vibrant and ... dark ones.

No one understands... but her.

How would it feel to live in a world where colors field the air? Where everytime you spoke to someone, their face would be rendered with filtered colors. Where every music you hear clouded your vision to the point of suffocation. Where the only peace you could find was in sleep or...

Death.

"I won, Elijah I... won." My tears flooded as my sobs continuously echoed outside.

"Vaughn... I'm sorry. I'm here. I'm here."

That reassuring voice who continuously draw my guilt collided with the warmth I felt from his body as he hugged me so tight as if I'm falling apart.

Like I was slowly breaking...

"It was too late, Elijah. I was too late." My voice broke as my heart aches even more.

"I didn't even have the chance to give her my trophy... She didn't even have the chance to watch me... I'm finally... finally there, Elijah. Our dreams are finally... finally there! But she's not here... she's gone. She left me... left me."

My voice was trembling from all the pain and anger. I can't contain the emotions seeping out as my visions getting clouded by dark red and purple, I was raging. I was so mad that I can't do anything but watch the woman I love disappear.

I was so useless... what was the use of winning? A simple music competition cannot bring my mother back. Even this trophy cannot kill that man... if only...

"I know... I know. I'm here. I'm here." It was blue. Elijah's face was field with blue despite the rain and scarce light. It was blue mixing with a slight green...

Was that pity?

"Why? Are you pitying me too? Am I pitiful to you?!"

I didn't know I had the strength to even lift a finger nor was I able to even stand up from my sprained ankle or from the blood I tried to draw out but out of rage I pushed him, even just a small thug, I did. I guess we're both weak from all the nerves but why was he so... so...

Elijah's voice trembled, his arms laying lifeless in his lap as he looked at me with desperation... I didn't realize because of the rain. No. I was just so preoccupied with my pain that I didn't see it... for the first time since we met Elijah...

"Why are you crying?" I mumbled out of disbelief.

"What do you think?" His voice unamused looking at me with emotions i couldn't read.

"What are you thinking, Vaughn? What are you doing to me? Was it not Enough that Sky and your Mom died? Was killing yourself the only answer you could find? Was leaving me behind too, funny to you? Was me being here not... not enough anymore?"

His hands held my bleeding wrist, he looked at it as if the crimson dye would wash away both our pain.

"Vaughn... are you tired?" He asked as he picked up the bloodied trophy that I tried to use to cut myself a minute before. "Was this your answer? Was this the only choice?"

My tears and heart stopped. For a second it didn't register in my mind what he was doing... was this really the only choice we had?

"Elijah!!! No!!." My voice echoed.

Our family died.

So what?

"Stop... No!!" My hands trembling as I stopped his arms.

My Mom was killed.

So what?

"Why? Why?!" Elijah was bleeding, I can't...

We had nothing left.

So what?

"Please... Elijah."

It was painful...

I can't stand grieving...

I don't wanna live anymore...

So what?

"Elijah Please!! Don't leave me!"

Was I happy? No.

But... so what?

"I'll live. We can still live. I'm here. I'm here!"

"I'm here."

"I'm here too, Elijah." I smiled as I look at the man who I considered my heaven. My only safety net. My only reason to live.

Why was I reminded of that day? It was so dramatic that I cant help but laugh everytime I remember how I impulsively tried to commit suicide after a competition.

Was I depressed that day? What the actual fuck am I thinking that day? I laughed.

"What are you thinking, Vaughn?" Elijah's clear tone made it's way to me clearing my vision.

Ever since that day I can't read Elijah's emotions through colors anymore. Was my synesthesia psychologically induced? I don't know and I didn't really care much.

"You know, Daddy. I have a competition coming up this month. I was registered in junior vision. If I win, I'll try Cliburn next."

He flinched. Maybe my willingness to play professionally again came unexpected to him. Well, I quite understand that.

It was traumatic for me to walk the same path my mother once did before the compound massacre. She was a great pianist that I aspire to be before Lion Signum took her away from me.

But... so what? Seriously...

I decided to accept my past now. As long as I have Elijah with me, I'm okay. All I want now is for Lion Signum to disappear for good. Maybe when the time comes then... I can avenge my Mom.

"I see. Then I guess I'll see your next competition."

"Yeah, look forward to it..."

Looking back at everything, I guess we both are still and continuously growing more and more each day. Each time I look back at it, the resentment might still linger but... It will never, I will never let anything take what's mine again.

"And I will also look forward on you cleaning the mess you've made, Vaughn."

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