Death, Rebirth, & Suffering
The Life Story of Oliver Foust
Finding Hope [10]
After a month of walking on eggshells around Matt and keeping his sanity in check Oliver finally got up the courage to discuss things with Matt. As angry and upset as Matt was he accepted letting Oliver live alone. He purchased Oliver a small refurbished industrial home that was once a warehouse for the spice district. It had 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and plenty of room to raise children. Matt sighed and frowned as he watched Oliver leave. He knew he had lost the love of his life but he didn’t want to let go. He had become obsessed with Oliver and his well being to a dangerous point. Once Matt got home from helping Oliver move he sat on the couch and put his face in his hands in defeat. He promised himself he would fix this, one way or another. While on the other side of the city Oliver too sat on the couch in his new home and smiled. The baby was growing and surviving. The doctor had told him it was healthy although his own body weight could use some help. He had grown skeleton-like from the stress Matt had put him through, and the drug abuse. He lay back on the couch, as he pulled his t-shirt up he slid his knees back to lean his phone against his thighs. He poked his phone until he found and dialed Issac and hit the speaker button once he answered. “hey, I’m finally on my own. Your brother left not long ago.” Oliver said in a happy tone. Issac sighed before asking how he really felt and how the pregnancy was going. Issac had a feeling the baby was his and also wanted it to be his. He had grown to adore Oliver even though he was already with Augustus. But things between he and Augustus weren’t going well anymore. They got into arguments and Augustus would sleep with anyone that fell for his charm. “Oliver, can I come over?” Issac blurted out abruptly. But Oliver was more than ok with that idea. He hung up after saying he’d be over in the next 30 minutes. Oliver slowly got up and rubbed his back as he walked to the side bedroom near the front door. He changed clothes to a pair of loose black gym shorts and a tank top. After he picked up and slid on his sleeveless zip-up jacket. Though he frowned once he looked at himself in the mirror. He sighed and stripped again and put back on his pair of tight black jeans but left them undone. He forewent putting on a shirt as clothing was becoming uncomfortable with his belly. By the time he was done getting frustrated over clothing, he heard Issac knock on the door. As he opened the door, he was grabbed around the waist and pulled into a passionate kiss. Oliver caught off guard at first but quickly melted into Issac's body. He slowly walked Oliver back and pushed him into the wall behind them and ran a hand down his cheek. "Oliver, I love you... please let me stay tonight." Issac quietly said as he stared deeply into Oliver's eyes. Without words, Oliver placed both hands on either side of Issac's face and kissed him. He didn't need to say yes, or no he knew Issac understood he was welcome to stay. Issac picked Oliver's legs up and wrapped them around his hips as they leaned against the wall making out. It wasn't long before he carried Oliver to that same side bedroom and lay him back on the bed, leaning over him kissing him hungrily. Issac was mad at his older brother for hurting and mistreating Oliver. Oliver's body showed visible signs of the abuse. Between the showing ribs and now faded bruises, he vowed to protect him, even if the child wasn't his in the end. He wanted nothing more now than to be committed to Oliver. But he didn't want to rush Oliver into anything more than what they had. He sat on the bed next to Oliver who was still laying on the bed, legs now pulled up and bent with his feet on the edge. Issac ran and hand down Oliver's chest and stopped before the now obvious baby bump and looked at him. Oliver nodded and Issac placed a hand on it. It was warm, and he could feel small movements. He wanted to know if it was his so badly. But to know he'd need Oliver's permission to be allowed closer. He bit his lip in a smile before looking at Oliver again. "You want to know if it's yours? don't you?" Oliver said reading him like a book. "Go ahead, I want to know as well." He closed his eyes and laid still as Issac placed an ear to the middle of his belly. He could hear a heartbeat. That was good, but not what he wanted to know. He slid in front of Oliver on the side of the bed and hooked his fingers into the waist of his jeans and pulled them down around his knees. Pushing them gently forward, Oliver's vaginal opening became exposed. Issac blushed but he wasn't here for sex, least not right now. He leaned in and bit Oliver exposed thigh above his genitalia. He pulled away, not to hurt or poison Oliver and watched the droplets of thick dark blood slide down Oliver's leg. He caught a scent in the blood... pregnancy hormones, Oliver vampire genetics, then the baby. It was his. He smiled before opening the drawer on the nightstand next to them to clean up the puncture wounds. Once the wound was wrapped Oliver stood up, naked, and watched Issac closely. Issac sat down and pulled Oliver into his lap before laying back. "It's mine..." Those words were all Oliver needed to hear as he leaned down and kissed Issac before cuddling into his chest. They stayed like that for hours just enjoying being together.
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