Other Fan Fiction ❯ The Lost Ones ❯ Chapter Forty Three ( Chapter 43 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Neron smirked and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers. "The next time an immortal lover of mine comes to me I'll send them packing."

"You say that now until they show up," she said smirking. Leaning closer, she pressed her lips to his gently.

Neron opened his mouth to allow her tongue access. His arms gingerly wrapped around her as he took in this moment. Who knew how many more of these he would get?

Mia pulled back after a while pressed her forehead to his again. Her hand lightly touched his chest. "I'm scared," she admitted. "Of what is to come."

He stroked her face and kissed her. "There's only so much that we can do. I am worried as well, but worrying about it won't change what is to come."

"Think you are too beat up to make love to me?" she asked biting her lip.

He winced and looked down at her. "Do you want me to?" He caressed her cheek lovingly. A smile teased his lip at how cute she looked at that moment.

"Only if you are up to it..." she said slowly. "I don't want you to be in any pain."

"My existence is pain right now," he chuckled, wincing as he did so. "Do you think you could be gentle?"

She met his eyes. "Are you not happy being here with me, Neron?"

"What would make you think that?"

"You said your existence is pain right now. Do you not want to be here?"

"No, it's not that," he told her. Sighing he closed his eyes and shook his head. "It's just that I'm tired of all this. The hiding. The fighting. The killing. I would give anything to just be able to get away from all of it. Yet here I am, probably going to try to kill the gods. Sweet irony."

Mia moved back on the bed, pulling him with her and they laid next to each other looking into each other's eyes. "Then don't do it, Neron. Don't fight. Just stay like this until it's over. And I'll stay with you," she said.

"If I don't fight, I may never get my freedom. I'll just be erased from history," he told her as he stared at her. He winced as he pulled her to his chest.

"Remember when I said I can live with that twenty four hours I thought we only had days ago?" she said and kissed his burned chest. "I can live with you not fighting and just spend the time I have with you knowing that you are safe and in my arms."

He smiled against her. "If that is what you wish, master. I will stay here until my time comes."

"I'm not talking about what I want," she said against him. "I just want you to be happy and I want you to know that I will be happy no matter what you do. And it's Mia. My name is Mia."

"Well until the shackles come off, you are master," he teased, his lips caressing her flesh as he closed his eyes. He could deal with this. He could wait, and let what happens happen. If it meant he got to spend that time with her, then he would face his fate.

Mia moved her arms around him and closed her eyes. "I love you," she whispered and let sleep blanket her.

He kissed her, keeping his face close to her's. "I love you too."

Mia woke in the morning and groaned. She moved her hand over the sheets. "Neron?" She sat up quickly. He wasn't there. Tears filled her eyes and she quickly got out of bed. She looked in the bathroom and he wasn't there then she rushed out. "Neron!" she cried through the house, but he wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere. Mia fell to her knees in tears and held her stomach while she cried and rocked herself. She couldn't feel him anymore. She couldn't sense him anymore. He was gone.

Keith set down his second bottle of vodka. Rubbing his eyes, he took it over to her as he sat down beside her and wrapped an arm around her. "They're gone," he told her. "They disappeared in the middle of the night."

Mia twisted her body to him and clung to him tightly. "It's not fair...I didn't get to say good bye!" she cried.

"I know," he told her as he rubbed her back. "Neither did I. She was gone when I woke up."

What was she going to do now? How was she just going to live her life now? How would anything compare to what truth she knew? And even now...with the bond gone...she still loved him. She still hungered for him, longed for him. They stayed there on the floor for hours while she cried. Finally, when she had nothing left in her, she pulled back from him and looked him over. "What...what now?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "Hell, I don't even know if we're still immortal."

She wiped her now silent tears, but they kept falling. "Does this mean...we are going our separate ways?"

"I don't think so.... If we are still immortal, we have plenty of time to figure it out. Until then, college starts back in a week...."

Mia pushed her hair back and pulled her knees to herself. "I don't want to go back..." she said honestly. Moving closer to him, she laid her head down in his lap.

He stroked her hair as he stared up at the ceiling. "If we're not immortal. If they aren't coming back. It's best that we try to move on with our lives. I know it doesn't sound like the easiest thing to do, but it's probably the best."

She looked up at him. "Can I stay here with you?"

"If that's what you want, you're more than welcome to. I'll always have a place for you," he told her with a small smile.

Mia took that week to sulk and cry while Keith had her things moved into his house. They went back to school, but Mia didn't do the best she had always done. She clung to Keith and shut out the rest of her friends. By summer, she began smiling and laughing again.

Mia walked over to Keith's room and knocked. She wore a bikini top and a skirt over her bikini bottoms. "Keith, I'm back from the beach."

Keith's camera flashed as soon as she walked in. "Aww, why are you wearing the skirt? This was going to be finest naughty photo yet!"

Mia smiled. She took off the skirt. "Better?" she said. "You could have just come with me."

His eyes widened as he took a few pictures. Smirking he walked over and kissed her neck. "I know, but I had to study," he told her. "Anatomy is...such an intriguing class."

She blushed. Moving to his bed, she sat down. Over the time, she had denied him like always, but she had also become more comfortable with him. She grabbed his anatomy book. "Did you practice on some unexpected girl?"

"Not yet," he smirked as he sat down on the bed beside her. "I was hoping that you would help me with that."

She smirked. "Don't hold your breath," she said and put the book down. "We both know you have taken this class a million times."

"I've only taken it twice, and this is the advanced class," he told her, his hand running up her thigh as he looked at her innocently. "So I could use all the help I can get."

She handed him the book. "Sure. But all my clothes are staying on."

"I can work with that," he said as he kissed her shoulder and neck. "Strictly on top of the clothes."

Mia bit her lip. "That's...not what I meant..."

"Wasn't it?" He slid his hand up her thigh as he slowly eased her back onto the bed while he kissed her exposed flesh.

Her eyes closed slowly. "I'm sure...it wasn't..."

"You certain?" His tongue slid over her flesh, his lips crashing down on hers while his hands expertly massaged her exposed flesh..

Mia's hesitated, but finally moved her arms around his neck, finally inviting him after all these years. She kissed him back willingly, and pulled at his shirt until it was finally on the ground. Breaking the kiss she looked at him to reply. "No...I'm not certain...not anymore."

He smiled down at her. Finally after all this time, he felt like a kid in a candy store. Spreading her legs, he let himself fall in between her. His knee came up, rubbing her through her bikini while he teased her flesh with his lips. "Oh really?"

She bit her lip again, a little unsure. She didn't want this to be a pass time for him. She wanted it to mean something. Her hands went to his cheek to force him to look at her. "I...I want this to be more..."

He bit his lip as he looked at her. Taking a deep breath, he caressed her face. "You will not be like the others," he promised.

"If...you do this...there's no going back to anyone else. There will be just me. Are you sure you want that, Keith?"

His hands slid over her chest, rubbing her breast through the fabric of her bikini. "Yes," he whispered. "I think I can manage that."

She moved her hands over his bare chest. "You promise me, Keith. Promise me right now," she whispered.

"I promise," he said, his lips curling into a smile. "No one else but you."

She nodded and crashed her lips over his. Her hands moved down to his jeans and began undoing them. How long had he waited for this? To be able to have access to all of her. To have her want him. To have her beg for him. His hands moved over her body, slipping beneath her bikini top as he lifted it up to expose her breasts. He smiled at the sight, wanting to see those for as long as he could remember. He leaned forward while she worked on his pants. He sucked on her breast, his lips working it over while he gently teased the flesh with his teeth and his tongue flicked over her nipple. Mia moaned and undid his jeans, she slipped them down pass his hips until she couldn't reach any further. Her hands ran over his boxers, caressing and massaging. He smirked into her chest as her hands massaged him through his boxers. He wanted to see her hands on him. To know that she was the one doing it. He knew that she hadn't done anything since Neron disappeared. Her body probably ached to be loved. He would be more than happy to satisfy those urges. She moved his boxers down next and finally ran her hand over his hard cock. Licking her lips, she stroked him sweetly, tugging as her other hand massaged his balls. Her mind was racing. She had lived with him for months now and the sexual tension was always thick, but she held herself back. Her heart always ached for Neron, yet now, finally, she was at peace and could finally move on. Though Neron never wanted it to be with Keith, she could never picture herself with anyone other than Keith in Neron's stead.

Keith let out a small gasp as her hands so freely roamed his cock and balls. He closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling for a few minutes before finally he slipped her bikini top off of her completely. His hands slid down to her bikini bottom, which he began to slide down off of her, his breath caught in his throat as he began to expose her. Mia's hands left him as she slipped off her bottoms. He moved completely out of his jeans and boxers and she watched him stare at her. Her heart was speeding. So this was what he had been waiting for. Looking at her as she laid there naked before him, her legs spread, welcoming him, inviting him in.... He almost wanted to cry. It was beautiful. His hands slid up her thighs, he took his time, memorizing every inch of her flesh. She took a deep breath, watching him take her in. It made her a little uncomfortable, but he waited a long time for this so she stayed quiet. Her eyes roamed his body until her eyes fell on his cock. Taking another deep breath, she could feel the puddle form between her legs. Her opening begging to be filled.

He smiled as he saw her excitement. She was indeed deprived sexually. His fingers danced along her wet lips, teasing her clit with feather light touches as he spread her legs and positioned himself. She moaned lightly at his touch, her eyes closing and her backing arching. Her hands moved up his thighs to his hips, her nails lightly dragging on his skin. His cock pressed against her entrance. Was he really going to do this? He didn't have time to think it over as he pushed his cock into her, biting his lip as he felt herself all but suck him into her. The feeling was great, but the fact that he was finally inside her, that he could look down and see himself pushed into her. That was what was truly amazing. Mia hissed with Joy. She pulled at his hips until he was fully into her. Whimpering, she begged him to move. He didn't hesitate. His eyes trailed over her body, finally resting on her face as he started into her. His pace was fast, hungry, and deliberate. Her moaned filled the air while her arms pulled him down over her. She cupped his back, pressing his chest close to her while her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper at each thrust.

As he moved inside her all other thoughts were lost. Everything else that could have possibly filled his mind was gone, focusing solely on the reality that he was finally with her. His hands moved over every inch that he could reach. He thrust into her with building ferocity as he felt his excitement get the better of him as he started to build. She moved her lips over his neck and jaw until finally pushing her tongue into his mouth. The building was happening fast and she broke the kiss.

"I'm...close...." she told him.

"Me too," he whispered. He bit his lip, his nails digging into her thighs as his cock throbbed, spilling his seed inside her.

Mia cried out into his chest, his hot seed sending her over and she peeked. Her walls milked him tightly while her breathing picked up and she hugged him tightly.

Blue eyes stared at them from the cracked open door. Shaking his head, Neron turned back to Sophitia. They wore blood stained armor, and many scars now lined their flesh. They still wore the shackles of slavery, but there was something different about them. Something which could almost be described as a sense of peace. "It seems that they have moved on quite nicely," Neron whispered. He wanted to leave, but their bond reestablished itself. Before she realized that he'd come back.

Mia's eyes snapped open. "Neron?" she called.

Neron looked at the door and bowed his head. "Do you wish to stay, Sophitia?"

Keith looked back at the door and then down at Mia. "What do you mean? He's gone, Mia," he whispered.

Sophitia looked at the door. "I made him a promise. I must stay," she said.

Mia pulled herself out from under Keith. She wrapped the blanket around her. "No...he's here," she said and moved out of the bed. Slowly, with tears clouding her eyes, she pulled the door open.

Neron looked up as she pulled open the door. He hadn't had enough time to disappear. "Mia," he whispered softly. "It has...been a long time. I'm glad that you alright."

Keith stood at the doorway behind her. Not bothering to cover up. He looked at Neron and bowed his head. Walking off, he grabbed some clothes. He knew it had been too good to be true. He got to be with her once, and that was it.

Mia covered her mouth. She couldn't believe her eyes. Was it really him? Her hand extended to touch him but she quickly pulled back. So many nights she dreamed that he had come back only to wake and find him still gone. Was this a dream? She stepped back from him. "Is...this real?"

Sophitia looked pass her at Keith. "Keith, I have come back. Like you asked." For the first time, she could call him by his name.

"It is," he told her. "We...are finally free."

Keith looked up at Sophitia. He wiped his eyes quickly as he looked away from her. "About time you got back," he muttered softly. "I tried to cook and nearly killed myself."

Sophitia laughed lightly.

Mia kept her eyes on Neron's. "Are...you staying?"

He looked up at her with a small smile. "If you will have me, then yes, I would like to stay."

Mia looked back at Keith. "I...need some time to think..." she said quickly and rushed off to her room.

Sophitia crossed her arms. "I so didn't see this coming. You actually like her, Keith. I mean really like her. Maybe even love."

"Do not," he muttered, trying to focus on his computer. "I just...I wasn't expecting you guys to get back. Her boob poked me in the eye. That's all."

Neron watched her retreat back to her room. While Sophitia talked to Keith, he went to one of the spare rooms. Taking off the cumbersome armor he wore, he set it down and grabbed some normal clothes to put on. His hands traced over the man scars he had incurred from blades, claws, fangs, and the elements. They were his badges of honor, or something like that. Loki had cried that his beautiful flesh had been scarred, but he didn't care. Scars made him more...human.

Sophitia took off her armor and threw it on the ground. "So, you going to fight for her? Ask her to choose you? Do something awesome?" Sophitia said and started stripping his bed. "I don't even want to know the last time you washed these."

He smiled as he watched her work. "I've never been the romantic type. I can wine and dine them, get them into bed, but I can never keep them," he told her. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed. "Why couldn't you be straight? Then I could just marry you and be happy with that."

"I don't know, Keith," she said looking over at him. "All that alone time fighting and killing really made me miss you...and parts of you. I can see me with guys."