Until The Full Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Eclipse of the Heart ❯ Chapter 1: Whispers of the Past, a Kiss ( Chapter 1 )
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By: DeityofDeath 
Anime/Manga: Until The Full Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.28.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 269 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Until The Full Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.28.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 269 | Status: Completed
Title: Eclipse of the HeartAuthor: DeityOfDeathArchive: Yes please......Pairings: Marlo/DavidCategory: Drama, RomanceRating: NC -17 Spoilers: Only if haven't read the last manga. Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon scenes, M-Preg. Disclaimers: I never have nor will I ever own the series or its chars. They are property of Major companies.
Eclipse of the Heart
Chapter 1: Whispers of the Past, a Kiss
When had love become something so much more beautiful than I had first thought it? Marlo and I had been friends since childhood and perhaps something more even back then. Marlo had always been happy and outgoing and no matter how many times I stole a sip of his succulent blood from his gently sleeping form had had complained and yet always forgiven me. That was my Marlo, always forgiving.
Even I wondered why he always forgave me my faults. He'd be angry and pouty for a short time until I explained myself and then he would open up to me momentarily letting me steal a tender kiss or a small grope. He'd always be willing and able in my arms at those times and although I wanted so much more he would only allow me small mercies, small gifts of his love. I loved him, all of him. Every part and piece. I would not let him die. I don't think I could handle his death. I would lose my other half, my reason for being and my soul mate. My friend, my lover, my wife and soon to be mother of our child. I will not let Marlo die!
"How had things come to this?"
Was I asking myself, the many people in the room around me or perhaps the being in the next world he deemed me worthy of the many tests he had already put on both Marlo and I and continued to do so. I thought about those precious pink lips and that nervous blush that spread across those high sculpted cheeks. I thought about both versions of Marlo and his little quirks in both forms.
I remember hearing about Marlo's visit from Kim and how I was told to get ready as I recalled past memories of the two of us as children, sleeping in a large bed surrounded by fluffy white pillows. Our childish talk of late bloomers and my hopes that Marlo's fangs would grow. How Marlo had surprised me with how he had grown. His wispy sandy blonde hair framing lime green eyes that almost looked gray depending on the light. I had smiled at him, a pleasant greeting and sniffed and turned his head in the other direction leaving my pride pricked and a gnawing curiosity.
When asked by my father why they had traveled from America to our humble abode Marlo's father; Georgio had asked me to escort him outside. Seeing some things needed discussing, I took the bull by the horns and escorted Marlo outside. I tried making idle chit chat with him as we basked under the light of the quarter moon, its light causing Marlo's hair to resemble spun gold. It was on that night when I had snuck into his room and cornered him that I was given a promise to see what Marlo was hiding. The full moon was in three days and he had said that I would know all then. And so I played the waiting game.
The night of that moon he explained the best he could and I remember almost laughing at him as he held open that small mouth as wide as he could and pointing at his teeth. No fangs. So he wasn't a vampire, it was no big problem. He wouldn't be like his father, he’s still Marlo. He's still the man I care for. I couldn't understand his apprehension. Then he said that when there's a full moon he transforms. Once again, no big surprise. His mother Madam Mira was from the Werewolf clan.
"I'm not a werewolf", he had said with the most serious expression I had seen him with since we were young.
Being easier just to show me than to explain he walked over to the curtains in the family room upstairs and he took a hold of the edge of the long curtain and tugged it roughly causing the right side of the curtain to slide back leaving most of the right side of the sliding glass door viewable and allowing every ounce of moonlight to shine through the dimly lit room.
I watched as long flowing blonde locks grew and his body grew an inch or smaller and he became curvier in many places. His bright green eyes, reflecting like those of a cat as they moonlight reflected off of them. He was gorgeous, he was unique, and he was a she. Marlo was a woman, a very beautiful woman. I couldn't help myself. I stared at her with a feeling of shock, surprise and lust. Marlo as a man was adorably cute and even handsome but as a woman he was lovely, an earthly goddess.
I watched as she adjusted her belt to keep her slacks from slipping off of her slim curvaceous hips. She looked at me and I couldn't help but to want to examine for myself whether or not he was now a she. I was rewarded with a punch for my efforts. Then learning that he had kept it secret from me because my lecherous reputation had preceded me. I had a hard time explaining to him that my love for him hadn't changed, it was exact opposite now. My love had only increased in intensity and desire and now with his "quirk" we could actually be together and be acknowledged. And it was on that night that I had stolen my first kiss.
It wasn't our last kiss, but it was one of the most memorable. His thick and luscious lips tasting just as sweet as the finest treat. I told them then that he turning into a woman and our attraction must be destiny.
I stared up at the clock and watched as the minutes ticked by. How long had he been in that room? Where was my father? I looked around for Marlo’s mother and father. Where had they gone? Were they in there with him? Why couldn’t I be by his side? I can’t take it any longer.
How dare they keep me from my wife’s side. It was their idea that we marry and now that we are happily married and expecting our child they dare shove me out of his room. I found myself angrily marching to his room. It was then that the double doors swung open and Madam Mira stuck her head out with a panicked look on her face.
To Be Continued
Eclipse of the Heart
Chapter 1: Whispers of the Past, a Kiss
When had love become something so much more beautiful than I had first thought it? Marlo and I had been friends since childhood and perhaps something more even back then. Marlo had always been happy and outgoing and no matter how many times I stole a sip of his succulent blood from his gently sleeping form had had complained and yet always forgiven me. That was my Marlo, always forgiving.
Even I wondered why he always forgave me my faults. He'd be angry and pouty for a short time until I explained myself and then he would open up to me momentarily letting me steal a tender kiss or a small grope. He'd always be willing and able in my arms at those times and although I wanted so much more he would only allow me small mercies, small gifts of his love. I loved him, all of him. Every part and piece. I would not let him die. I don't think I could handle his death. I would lose my other half, my reason for being and my soul mate. My friend, my lover, my wife and soon to be mother of our child. I will not let Marlo die!
"How had things come to this?"
Was I asking myself, the many people in the room around me or perhaps the being in the next world he deemed me worthy of the many tests he had already put on both Marlo and I and continued to do so. I thought about those precious pink lips and that nervous blush that spread across those high sculpted cheeks. I thought about both versions of Marlo and his little quirks in both forms.
I remember hearing about Marlo's visit from Kim and how I was told to get ready as I recalled past memories of the two of us as children, sleeping in a large bed surrounded by fluffy white pillows. Our childish talk of late bloomers and my hopes that Marlo's fangs would grow. How Marlo had surprised me with how he had grown. His wispy sandy blonde hair framing lime green eyes that almost looked gray depending on the light. I had smiled at him, a pleasant greeting and sniffed and turned his head in the other direction leaving my pride pricked and a gnawing curiosity.
When asked by my father why they had traveled from America to our humble abode Marlo's father; Georgio had asked me to escort him outside. Seeing some things needed discussing, I took the bull by the horns and escorted Marlo outside. I tried making idle chit chat with him as we basked under the light of the quarter moon, its light causing Marlo's hair to resemble spun gold. It was on that night when I had snuck into his room and cornered him that I was given a promise to see what Marlo was hiding. The full moon was in three days and he had said that I would know all then. And so I played the waiting game.
The night of that moon he explained the best he could and I remember almost laughing at him as he held open that small mouth as wide as he could and pointing at his teeth. No fangs. So he wasn't a vampire, it was no big problem. He wouldn't be like his father, he’s still Marlo. He's still the man I care for. I couldn't understand his apprehension. Then he said that when there's a full moon he transforms. Once again, no big surprise. His mother Madam Mira was from the Werewolf clan.
"I'm not a werewolf", he had said with the most serious expression I had seen him with since we were young.
Being easier just to show me than to explain he walked over to the curtains in the family room upstairs and he took a hold of the edge of the long curtain and tugged it roughly causing the right side of the curtain to slide back leaving most of the right side of the sliding glass door viewable and allowing every ounce of moonlight to shine through the dimly lit room.
I watched as long flowing blonde locks grew and his body grew an inch or smaller and he became curvier in many places. His bright green eyes, reflecting like those of a cat as they moonlight reflected off of them. He was gorgeous, he was unique, and he was a she. Marlo was a woman, a very beautiful woman. I couldn't help myself. I stared at her with a feeling of shock, surprise and lust. Marlo as a man was adorably cute and even handsome but as a woman he was lovely, an earthly goddess.
I watched as she adjusted her belt to keep her slacks from slipping off of her slim curvaceous hips. She looked at me and I couldn't help but to want to examine for myself whether or not he was now a she. I was rewarded with a punch for my efforts. Then learning that he had kept it secret from me because my lecherous reputation had preceded me. I had a hard time explaining to him that my love for him hadn't changed, it was exact opposite now. My love had only increased in intensity and desire and now with his "quirk" we could actually be together and be acknowledged. And it was on that night that I had stolen my first kiss.
It wasn't our last kiss, but it was one of the most memorable. His thick and luscious lips tasting just as sweet as the finest treat. I told them then that he turning into a woman and our attraction must be destiny.
I stared up at the clock and watched as the minutes ticked by. How long had he been in that room? Where was my father? I looked around for Marlo’s mother and father. Where had they gone? Were they in there with him? Why couldn’t I be by his side? I can’t take it any longer.
How dare they keep me from my wife’s side. It was their idea that we marry and now that we are happily married and expecting our child they dare shove me out of his room. I found myself angrily marching to his room. It was then that the double doors swung open and Madam Mira stuck her head out with a panicked look on her face.
To Be Continued