Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2011 23:32:25 +1100
From: Caleb Nathanial <calebnathanial@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Alpha Male and Me: Part 5 - Paradise

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The Alpha Male and Me
Part 5: Paradise

"Caleb... I can't get back on that plane knowing things will just return to
the way they were... things have to change... I can't do this anymore."

It would have been almost laughable, how complete oppositely I had
perceived those words, if it was not for the momentous change they had to
how I felt about us.  I rest my head against his pectoral feeling for the
first time like I wasn't just a small addition to the person of Mikaihail,
but a large part of him.

I wanted to keep talking, to ask what exactly he wanted, or even just to
tell him how much the sentiment meant to me; but after the overflow of
emotion that filled the night my body yearned for a reprieve.  I slowly
slip into unconsciousness, wrapped in his embrace, as the most complete
version of Caleb who had ever existed.

The sky was a warm blue when I awoke, I could see the picturesque sandy
beach through the glass doors of the suite.  I slowly open my eyes, waiting
for my brain to come out of its sleep cycle, and just looked across
Mikaihail's extraordinarily vast chest.  His strong masculine scent was an
intoxicating relaxant; just another reminder of the amazing person I was
with.

I was in a honeymoon suite with the human incarnation of perfection who
loved me so intensely that he couldn't live his life without me.  The
obstacles which prevented that eventuation were over 3000 kilometres across
that sea.

Prevented.  He didn't see it like that did he?  Before this perfect respite
from those problems ended I would have to... clarify that with him.  But,
for now, I would just enjoy another one of these perfect moments this
holiday seemed to have in copious supply.  Now was not the moment to ruin
our time together.

"Good morning, my Caleb."  His deep soothing voice was the ideal addition
to this moment.  I hadn't realised he was awake.  I was glad that the
possessive way he spoke to me had stuck; I was a little worried my freak
out in reaction to his words would make him wary of being close to me.

I tilt my head, resting on his massive muscle, towards his.  I smile as our
eyes meet; the affection on his face was unmistakable.

"I could get used to waking up like this."

"That's the plan." He smiles warmly.

...I guess I set myself up for that one.  I tried to smile back but I was
sure he would have noticed my reluctance.  I try to occupy his mind before
he thinks too much about it.  "How long till you have to leave?"

"I'm not speaking today.  So I could just stay here with you...  But..."

"There's a 'but'?"  I pretend to be offended.

He smiles, seeing past my façade, as he moves his opposite hand to stroke
my cheek.  "What time does your bus get back tomorrow?"

I didn't like being reminded of reality or not knowing where he was going
with his questions.  "...four."

"In that case I will have to leave."

I glared at him.

He chuckles at my expression.  "Only to arrange something."

"What something?"

"A surprise something."

"That really wasn't any sort of clarification."

He smiles again. "It wasn't supposed to be."

"Well in that case I feel much better." I say with smiling sarcasm.

He lifts us into a sitting position, we still holding each other.

"You don't have to go now, do you?"

"Believe me, you will want the surprise something as soon as possible."

"You don't really believe there's something I want more than time with
you?"

He holds my hands and gingerly moves them from around him; I unwilling let
him go.

"I won't take long, just be packed when I get back."  He kisses my lightly
on the lips, his reciprocation of my unwillingness to part.

"We're leaving?"  He didn't seem to like that I deduced that; but it was
very obvious.  "Is there really a better, or even more appropriate, place
to be?"

"Yes."  He answers ambiguously, smiling at my ignorance, that same smile he
had about the secret of our suite.  He moves off the bed onto his feet and
heads toward the bathroom.

I admired his naked body as each muscle tensed and relaxed with his
movements.  "Can't I come?"

He looks back at me with a suggestive expression.  "I was going to be
quick."

"I promise not to be too much of a distraction."  I look at him innocently.

He looks at me persuaded; again he is taken in by my act.

I definitely tried not to distract him but it wasn't easy to resist a few
displays of affection.  After we had finished I put on some casual clothes
and watched him get dressed into one of his power suits.  He caught my eyes
a few times and smiled at me.  After he had finished, he took me into a
tight hug.

"You'll be ready when I get back?"

I nodded at him, again the emptiness I felt without him began tearing at
me. He held my cheek in his hand before moving to leave.  After the door
closed behind him I tried to ignore the feeling by occupying myself with
getting ready.

***

Twelve minutes and twenty-six seconds had passed after he had left and I
was long since prepared to leave.  I stared out the glass doors
contemplating the inevitable conversation and how best to handle it, though
truthfully there didn't even seem to be a good way to go about it.

I was torn away from my thoughts as I heard the door open behind me. I
turned my head and lit up as our eyes met.

"Ready?"

I shifted my eyes to my bag stacked atop his suitcase and back to his face.
He walked towards me, his eyes looking far out to sea, and I turned to back
toward to picturesque scene as he puts his arm around me.

"I don't know where we're going, but I know I'll miss this place."

It wasn't long before we were checked out of the hotel and on our way in a
taxi.  I wondered where he would be taking me, but it seemed useless to try
and figure it out as I didn't have the slightest clue.  As the taxi drove
through the streets I realised we were taking the same route we had on our
first ride, only in reverse.

"We're going to the airport?"

He didn't answer, even going so far as to pretend he didn't hear me.

"You're taking me back?"  The pain of rejection gripping my chest.  I
wasn't ready to leave our holiday yet.

He let out a booming laugh.  "You're way off the mark kiddo."  He looked in
disbelief down at me, wrapped in his arm.  "For someone so smart you can
come up with the some pretty ridiculous ideas." He scoffed, shaking his
head"...take you back...."

Though I was sure he wasn't lying, my anxiety built with every turn that
retraced our route back to the international airport.  It was made worse
when we actually took the turn off leading up to car park.  But instead of
going into the allotted parking space, we drove past it and around the
terminal.

The taxi came to a boom gate which led onto the tarmac of the airstrip.
The driver spoke to the guard in Hindustani after which we were allowed
through.  I eyed Mikaihail suspiciously, he was suppressing a smile and
though I knew he could see my face, he pretended not to notice my
questioning expression.

As I was thinking about where Mikaihail would possibly be taking me,
something caught my attention.  I am not a car person but the vehicle
waiting to leave through the boom gate was certainly something that stuck
out to me.

Mikaihail noticed where my attention was and smiled at me.

"You have expensive tastes, my Caleb."

I kept my gaze fixed instead of looking at him, feeling a little guilty by
being sidetracked.  "What is it?"

"A Lamborghini Diablo." He said the name of the car with a kind of
reverence.  I guess he liked it too.

The car had me distracted as the taxi pulled to a halt.  I was broken from
my stare and gazed outside the windshield.  The car was completely
forgotten as I was even more surprised by the seaplane which sat idle on
the runway.

"A seaplane... how much did that cost you?" I complain.

He laughs to himself; something about my comment was apparently comical to
him.  He rubs the top of my head before opening the door and getting out of
the taxi.  He holds it open and wraps his other arm around me as I too exit
the vehicle.  The pilot of the plane transferred our luggage and beckoned
us aboard.  Mikaihail remained quiet the entire time, trying to hold back
his amusement.  He helped me into the plane which was unexpectedly roomy
with comfortable cream upholstered bench like seats.

I was again excited as we took off and were flying to an unknown location,
but the feeling was marred - I couldn't stop thinking about Mikaihail's
words and what we would be going back to.  Worst of all was that what he
wanted was at odds with what I did.  Sure, being together with him on a
more regular basis would be everything I desired, but I promised myself I
wouldn't be a negative in his life, a negative of any capacity.  I didn't
want it to be possible for me to look back and think that I did something
condemnable.  Because I knew no matter how much I added to Mikaihail by
doing even the slightest amount of wrong, the wrong is the only thing I
would focus on.  I couldn't see his wish being fulfilled unless it violated
mine... I suppose that worked visa versa.

"Caleb."  He breaks me of my thoughts.

I look up at him attentively.

"You need to promise me something..."

I smile at him.  "I doubt I'd be able to refuse you anything, even if I
wanted to."

He smiles at my response.  "When we get to where we're going," he starts
ambiguously, "I don't want you worrying about anything.  When we get there,
there is nothing but us.  Okay?"

He had found probably one of the only requests I couldn't be sure I would
be able to fulfil; thinking about him and all the complexities of our
situations had become somewhat of a reflexive state for me.  "I'll do my
best..." I say unsure.  "But you know, there is something you could do to
help me forget about all those things."

He rests his arms across the top of the seat behind me and angled himself
in a half encirclement of me.  "And what might that be?"  He asks knowing
full well what the answer is.

His other hand moves to grasp my opposite hip.  As he moves his face
towards mine I meet his lips halfway and being to passionately kiss him.
His body moves to further encircle me with every kiss, his imposition
intensifying with each movement.  My plan had, of course, worked - I was
lost in the all consuming effect he had on me.

I was lost for... I don't know how long, my mind lost its perception of
time in this state.  A shift in the plane's trajectory let me know we were
about to land.  I tried to break away from him to see our destination, but
he held tighter in response, not letting me go.  I could feel his lips pull
into a grin as he sucked on my tongue and I knew he didn't want me to see
where we were landing.  I didn't really mind too much, I would find out
soon enough.  But I did like the forcefulness in his attempt to keep me
oblivious, so I intentionally tried to struggle away from him for the sole
purpose of making him continue to restrain me.

He responded with each movement I made by grasping me tighter and
countering my movement by forcing me further back into my seat. His lips
pushed my head back into the upholstery. It didn't take him long to have me
completely incapable of moving my torso, firmly pushed into the seat.  I
began giggling at the feeling of my success, having him restrain me was
something I found very exhilarating.

In my shackles I felt the plane hit the water and gradually come to a halt.
Mikaihail gave me a lasting kiss before stopping and still less than an
inch away from my face, blocking my view, he quietly spoke.

"No peeking.  Eyes on me."

Though I had no desire to refuse his request it really wouldn't matter if I
had; with the immense imposition I felt at this moment, I was completely in
his control.  He made sure I didn't look like I was going to deny his
request before slowly moving off me.  My eyes stayed connected with his as
he moved toward the door of the plane when the pilot opened it.

In my peripheral vision all I could see was the ocean.  There was nothing
else between us and the horizon.  Mikaihail stepped down on the pontoon of
the plane and then held out his hand for me.  I was a confused by the
situation but took his hand and allowed him to assist me off the plane.  As
I stepped to the edge of the fuselage I looked down and saw a small sand
bank, the tiny waves breaking against it.  Mikaihail helped me down onto
the sand before I tried to see where I was.  I looked to one end of the
small bank but it quickly tapered into the sea.  I turned to the other side
and my eyes widened in shock.

This time the sandy bank did not taper off.  Instead it went on for about
30 metres before connecting to a small island, probably only slightly
smaller than the size of a football field.  The majority of the island was
encompassed by a grassy hill which wouldn't have been more than 6 metres in
height, covered in exotic trees.  But the most incredible aspect was that
the island was completely deserted.  There were no people, nor any sign of
human habitation.  No other land could be seen from here, it was completely
isolated.

I was in total shock; I couldn't take my eyes off of our destination -
Mikaihail's surprise.  Mikaihail was staring at me, taking in my amazement
with satisfaction and amusement; my face being more interesting to him than
anything the island had to offer.  I stood motionless as the pilot got our
luggage off the plane.

"We'll take it from here." Mikaihail commanded the pilot.

He took the bags in one hand, while still eyeing my reaction.  The pilot
turned back to us as he was about to reboard the plane.  "Welcome to Wadigi
Island."

Mikaihail came up beside me and put his arm around my frame, grabbing my
waist as the plane started.  We stood there in silence, me still unable to
stop staring, as the plane turned around and took off.  Mikaihail waited
patiently, taking in my emotion, I don't know how long he waited but I
couldn't hear the blades of the plane by the time he spoke.

"Surprise..."

I exhaled in disbelief and turned to him, a helpless expression on my face.
"Mikaihail...  You're making it very difficult for me to believe this is
real... I'm sure I'm going to wake up someday and realise none of this ever
happened, and you're still just my father's friend."

He didn't seem to like that idea very much.  "You can believe me Caleb,
this is real." His lips pulled into a smile on the verge of laughing.  "But
if that does ever happen.  Make sure the first thing you do is find me,
grab hold, and kiss me until I kiss you back."

I smiled at the prospect of kissing the person I once believed him to be,
"Promise not to beat the crap out of me?"

He chuckles in response, "...Promise."  He grips me tighter, "Want to see
the rest?"

He held me as he led us along the beach.  Though I was well acquainted with
beaches, the island was very different in subtle ways.  Unlike the beaches
of Australia, the sand was a bone white colour and the waves didn't sound
like a consistent beat, but had a musical melody to them.

As we walked along the beach my gaze slowly shifted from the horizon and
back to him.  Those were the two things that mattered to me.  First, he was
here with me, second, we were not just alone but isolated in the most
veracious sense of the word.

"Here we are."  He speaks as he angles me to look towards the island
centre.

There, built into the hill was a stone building almost the exact same
colour as the white sand it touched.  It had multiple stories that ascended
with the angle of the hill.  There was a lagoon with a waterfall, a straw
roofed patio over a dining setting, and on the very top I could see an open
air bedroom - truly the only structure I could imagine that did not take
away from the island's captivating beauty, but enhanced it.

He wraps his arms around me from behind.  "There is usually a staff of nine
people servicing this place... but I thought you would rather be alone."

I smile at the picturesque setting.  "That was a very accurate prediction."

I stayed staring at the sight before me, still not over my initial reaction
to what was happening.  Out of nowhere, it connected in my brain.  I let
out a laugh and shake my head.

"What is that about?"  Mikaihail asks in interest.

"I just understood why you laughed before... the cost of the seaplane would
have been nothing compared to a private island."

"How much complaining am I going to get about this one?"

I waited for my now habitual reaction to him spending needless amounts of
money on me: but it didn't come.  The only answer I could really give him,
"...none."

He grabs my upper arms and turns me to face him.  He looks at me
discerningly, his expression changes to one of unexpected confusion.
"Why?"

I thought about it for a moment as I tried to understand it myself.  As I
realised what it was I felt a little embarrassed.  "Can I tell you later?"

He quickly responds. "No."  He looks defeated.  "Just when I think I'm
starting to figure you out, you say something like that."  He shakes his
head.  "You're going to tell me or I'll never understand you."

"It's just a little... heavy.  Can we go with the never understanding for
now?"

He smiles at my suggestion.  "No."

I was now the one who was defeated.  I lower my head and smile at the idea
of saying it out load.  It would seem even worse if it was spoken.

He holds my head and tilts it to meet his gaze.  His expression was less
questioning and more demanding.

I avoid his gaze as it would only make it harder to speak.  I take a breath
before trying to explain.  "I don't even come close to being described as
religious.  In fact I don't even believe that there is an afterlife.  But,
if I'm wrong, if there really is a heaven or Valhalla or any kind of place
like that; right now the very idea of it seems unnecessary."  I look back
to his eyes which are still focused on mine.  "Because no matter what there
could be in a place like that, it could never be better than this.  Being
here alone with you, in a place where there isn't even a hint that anything
else exists - this is my paradise."

He seemed extremely pleased with my words, I'm sure at least a part of that
pleasure was knowing that he had been the one to make me feel this way.  He
took in my response for a moment before curling me up in his arms and
speaking.  "So as long as it's this good, I can spend any amount of money
on you?"

"Mikaihail..." I say helplessly, "I'm really not trying to make a point.
Please don't go to extremes, I don't want to find out how it would feel if
there wasn't this feeling superseding it."  He seems to follow the logic of
what I'm saying but still doesn't seem completely convinced.  I drop my
eyes from his "...I guess no one could understand me unless they were
inside my head."

"Caleb, I love that your brain doesn't work like anyone else's, that you
are completely unique and there is no one else like you.  But I will figure
you out," he chuckles to himself, "...though it may take some time."

He tightens his hold on me and pulls me up his frame until his lips find
mine.  The effect of the lasting kiss reminding me exactly how perfect he
is.

He grins at me as our lips part, "So, do you want to go inside?"

I smirk at him.  "You'll have to put me down for that."

His grin tightens as he whips my legs up so he is cradling me tightly.  The
scene makes me laugh in embarrassment even knowing it was just us.

He carried me through the doorway and persisted to do so while we explored
the interior.  The place was just as magnificent inside, the lounge room,
dining room, it even had its own library.  Were we having an extended stay,
I would have liked to look through it.

"Any activity requests?"  He looks down at me in his arm.

"The bed looks pretty comfortable..."  I say being much less than
inconspicuous.

He grins at my suggestion, "You usually don't last long afterwards, my
Caleb.  Sure you don't want to enjoy the place a bit first?"

I thought about what might interest me about this place and I came to the
same conclusion I had before: the best thing about the place was that it
was isolated.  "How about we go for a walk along the beach?"

"You want to go for a walk?  Nothing else?"  Clearly my response was not
climatic enough for him.

"Well it's more that I like knowing there's nothing here besides you and
me."  I smile up at him.

This time my response is much more pleasing to him.  He puts his arm around
me as he leads us outside the house and along the water's edge.  Every time
I looked up at him as we walked I could see that he had a smug smile on his
face.

My curiosity got the better of me, "You seem pretty chuffed with yourself."

Not at all phased by my accusation, "Well, I seem to have you pretty
satisfied."

"Satisfied doesn't even come close."  His smugness definitely elevating
with that remark.

"Is this the happiest time of your life then?"

I think about it for a second before reply.  "It's difficult to compare.
There have been some pretty rapturous moments."

His smugness slips for a moment.

I chuckle at his response.  "That was an unfounded reaction - you were the
centre of all those moments."

The smugness returns only more intense than before; quite the rebound.
"Well then, what's in competition?"

"The night you confronted me."

He tightened his hold on me, half in comfort, half in protection.  "Your
face that night still gets to me.  I'd never seen you scared or
vulnerable."

"I was scared, immensely so.  I went with you thinking you probably hated
me and never wanted to see me again.  Telling you about me was easily one
of the hardest things I had done in my life...  And then you hugged me and
just held me for what must have been quite a long time - almost enough time
for me to process what was happening... that was the first time that I
thought I could be with you, that being a part of your life, that this..."
I wave at the scene in front of me, "...was possible.  If Beverley Donofrio
is right, and our lives are determined by four or five pivotal days, that
was day one for me."

He stops us walking and pulls me into him.  I waited for him to say
something, but that wasn't what his intention, he just wanted to hold me.

I continue "Those weeks before it happened were so uncertain for me.  I
thought about it so much but I never even thought you would want me, after
three years I had just accepted it was an impossibility."

He sighs in humour.  "After what I had done to you, to a teenager, my best
friend's son..." he laughs at the memory, but it's not playful "...I was
just waiting for you to tell, for someone to come and give me what I
deserved for hurting you.  But as day after day went by I couldn't wait for
it anymore.  I wasn't expecting you to do what you did either.  The idea
that you would feel that way... didn't even cross my mind."  He pulls back
and kisses me.  "...it was one of the best days of my life too."

I smile at him and go in for my own kiss.

"Don't get me wrong, this is probably the happiest I've ever been, but it
was just going from thinking that rejection was certain to getting the
thing I've wanted for so long.  The sheer difference that night made,
that's why it's difficult to tell."

He kisses me again, like he couldn't get his fill of affection, something
that was usually my curse.

"So it's between those two then?"

I thought for a moment and realised there was one other that could
definitely be the one.  I didn't think I should voice it though.  I looked
up at him indecisively, not sure whether to say it.  "There is another, but
you would probably hate me if I said it."

"Hate you? No, my Caleb.  That will never happen."

I didn't continue, still unsure.  He moved in for a kiss.  "Tell me."  His
lips then moved to my neck. "Go on."  Then to my collar bone.  I couldn't
hold back the laughter.  "C'mon Caleb."

"Okay, okay, just stop."  I push away at his shoulder, but I of course
cannot budge him.  He continues holding me in very close proximity to his
lips, a look on his face threatening that only more assaults of affection
awaited my silence.

"The first time it happened."

As expected, the playfulness drops from his face.  I quickly explain
myself.

"I know you'll never see it like me.  But I literally craved you for so
long.  You were one of those things that people always coveted but can
never have; like an insane fan of a movie star.  You represented what I
could never have.  And then, when it happened, I knew what it felt like to
be close to you, to be able to be with you, as if those barriers between us
didn't exist, if only for a few short minutes." I started to tear up at
this point, remembering how hollow my life use to be.  "It was like feeling
I was alive for the first time ever.  Like I had been dead my entire life
but only then did I realise it.  That, up until that point, I had been a
corpse."

He pulled me into an even tighter hug, kissing me on the side of my head,
not wanting to have to loosen his grip to get to my face.

He stayed silent for a moment. "Deep down inside, where I couldn't feel, I
loved you...  and that's how it came out...  " That familiar tone of
self-hatred again making an appearance.

He stayed silent for a moment, "I don't know what I would have done if you
didn't love me too."

He just remained constricting me for a long moment as we got back to the
reality of my paradise.  He slowly got back to a standing position and
continued walking with me in his arm; his grip noticeably tighter than
before.

"I love how strange something like that sounds coming from someone so
young."

I was thankful he was back to normal and my conversation topic hadn't been
a dampener.

"Hey, three more years and I'm 18," I rebut.

He smiles at me before responding.  "But you could easily pass for 12."

I am a little taken back and slightly offended by his remark.  I playfully
push him away, "I'll remember that next time we're having sex."

He laughs at my remark before nudging me back.  It obviously wasn't meant
to be a forceful action, but I'm pushed much further back than I was able
to move him.  He keeps walking while I regain my balance; I glare for a
second before running up behind him and jumping on his back.  I wrap my
arms and legs around his massive frame and as he realises what I'm doing he
moves his hands to support me.  I nestle my head against his as he
continues to walk along the beach.  His unshaven beard rubs against my
cheek, tickling me.  I can't help but smile at the perfect moment as the
scene in front of me slowly loses its vividness and I slip into
unconsciousness.

***

I slowly opened my eyes as I awoke; the scene which greeted me from my
slumber was staggering.  The sun was setting over the water as it lit up
the sky and the sea with blazing colours.  For the first time in my life I
am actually enjoying a sunset.  I had never seen anything of such emphatic
beauty in my entire life.  This island truly was paradise.

I was lying on my side, my head supported by a familiar bicep. I could also
feel a slow swaying motion, as I registered what I was lying on I realised
we were in a hammock.  I let out a deep breath and turned my face to him.
He was lying on his side with his head propped up by his hand, staring down
at me even before I saw him.  I guess he was doing that long before I even
awoke.

"It's beautiful."

Without taken his eyes off me for a moment he replied.  "Yes, it is."

I got the feeling he wasn't talking about the sunset.  I averted my gaze as
I felt a little embarrassed and self-conscious by him adoring me.

"I wonder if there's something intrinsically wrong with a 15 year old
enjoying a sunset."

"Well, you're no normal 15 year old."  He brushed the back of his fingers
along my cheek, bringing my eyes back to his.  His endlessly deep brown
eyes stared straight through me for a disarming second as he curled his
opposite arm around me and pulled me into him for a slow kiss.

He retreated, his face an inch from mine, a look in his eyes like I was the
sun.  I ran my hand down the side of his frame, my fingers travelling along
the landscape of his muscles.  I moved my hand and began unbuttoning his
shirt, our eyes remaining locked. His shirt opened revealing his behemoth
muscular body, each proud muscle juttering out, demanding its own
admiration.  I curled my hand around him and drew myself against his naked
torso.  I could feel the heat radiating from his body, warming me.

Our lips met as he kissed me slowly.  His hand moved under my shirt as he
grasped my hip.  His rough skin felt so foreign against my immature skin.
He kissed me again, firmly grasping me, his dominance taking me over.  His
hand moved over my head, taking my shirt with it.  His muscled arm
encircled my torso like I was a small toy, the flexing bands of muscle
enlarging as he pulled my naked chest against his.

The hair on his pecs tickled my sensitive skin; it was the only other thing
that registered for me other than his attack of kisses.

He starting grinding his crotch against my leg, as his tool, frightening in
its girth, began growing with every slow thrust.  Every thrust grew more
apprehension than the next, both fear and lust.

He moved his head back, looking deeply into my eyes, captivated and
single-minded.

He spoke with reverence "Are you okay to?"

I didn't like that "No Mikaihail" I said curtly, due to the startle.  He
looked at me ashamed.  I quickly retracted my perceived remark looking
directly back at him, "Don't ever ask..."

He smiled at me with a hint of excitement, that underlying primordial
animal taking its influence.  He resumed his attack on my mouth.  It wasn't
long before he started grinding me again.  My hand made the journey down
his body, entering his pants.  My hand ran over his manhood.

"Oh God." I said a little taken aback and frightened.

"What?" He said, amused by my reaction.

"I think my mind blocks out how big you really are." I reply with a heavy
exhale.  "Probably because otherwise I might run in the opposite
direction." I said lightly.

He chuckled, amused at my remark.

I moved my hand back and got re-acquainted with my mind's ambivalent
fixation - like it couldn't decide to fear the enormity of Mikaihail or to
throw itself at who it loved, the enormity was just as much him as anything
else.

I slowly ran my hand over its bridge, beginning to wonder if I'd ever find
the end of it.  Mikaihail moaned deeply through his kiss.  As I reached the
head I moved my hand around it and gently grasped it as I moved back and
forth; his moaning intensifying.  I moved my hand down to the base of his
tree trunk, His thick skin was soft over the hardness I was certain could
not be budged.  I moved further down and found his larger than tennis sized
balls. I rolled them around in my hands, astonished at how heavy they were,
I didn't think it was possible for them to weigh like they did.  I tried to
hold them both in my hand at once, but there as too much to handle.  I
moved them around in my hand, admiring their size before grasping onto them
and pulling them down, stretching his sac.  He let out even louder moans
and stopped his kisses in reaction.  I caught his mouth with mine and he
began kissing me again.  I tugged again and he stopped moving, my tongue
still in his mouth.  I chuckled at his reaction, somehow feeling like I had
control over this bulldozer of a man was laughable.

I moved my hand back to the head of penis, firmly grasping and moving his
foreskin over and retracting it.  He moaned heavily, a slight of the animal
in his tone, boiling underneath, about to take over.  As I massaged his
gland I felt precum start to lather his tool.  I rolled my fingers over the
tip as I retreated my hand. I retreated from his kiss, our eyes remaining
fixed on each other, as I brought two of my finger to my mouth.  I took
them in my mouth and sucked on them as I withdrew them.  As they left my
mouth I realised what I was doing and was incredible apprehensive that
Mikaihail might of had found it offputting.

As the taste registered on my tongue, I instantly recognised it from the
day at his office.  The most incredible taste that came from the most
incredible man.  Even starring into his eyes, fearing his judgement, I
couldn't help but enjoy it.  I swallowed hard just to end it and face what
he thought.

He pressed his lips together tightly and exhaled heavily through his nose,
his muscles tensing.  A look in his eyes like it took all his strength not
to not to twist me around and spit me on his manhood in that very second.
He instead continued his assault on my mouth, only with increased fervour.

I smiled through the kisses, that fact I was so wrong about his reaction
enhancing my glee.

I moved my hand back to his monster and gave it a few more firm slow tugs
before trying to haul it out of his pants.  With great effort I managed to
wrestle it out, whacking back against my thigh as it was freed.

He repositioned himself for second, his gigantic manhood moving in between
us, pressed against his chest and me, much of it reaching past my shorts
and pressing against my naked torso.

Against me, in its incredible size, like it was trying to make a point of
how incredibly bigger it was than a penis that would be appropriate for me.

I exclaimed a little flustered, "Good God your penis is huge."

He laughed, looking at me like I had said something strange.  "My penis?"

I didn't know what he was getting at. "Yes?" I replied confused.

He looked at me confused, like he didn't understand how I didn't get what
he meant.

"I'm about to make love to you my Caleb..." he pressed him gigantic member
against me for effect "...we're not performing surgery."

It took me a second to recover my speech with his throbbing member pressing
into me.  "So?" I said, still not getting it.

"Maybe there's a better word than 'penis'?"

"Like what?"

"Anything else..." He looked at me like it should have been obvious,
"Something more...  dirty?"

"Well I'm not a hardened sex offender or anything."

He laughed playfully. "No Caleb, you're definitely not."  He continued to
look at me expectantly, awaiting an answer.

I thought penis was as apt a description as any other. "What? Like blunted
ass-splitter?" I said with smiling sarcasm, just to make a point.

"That's a bit far, but it's still better than penis." Smiling, like he made
his point of how far away penis was from a good term.

I rolled by eyes at him.  Unconvincingly trying to be hold my own; not only
his immense imposition, but the more literal fleshy telephone pole between
his legs, making my deference to him more than obvious.

"I don't know Mikaihail. It feels weird to say something like that to you.
I guess you're still kind of an adult to me.  The fact that your body is so
obviously bigger than mine doesn't help that perception."

He turned me around and pulled me into him.  He firmly grasped my hip, his
hot breathe passing over my ear.  He grabbed a handful of my shorts and
slowly lowered them. As my ass became uncovered, a low growl emitted from
Mikaihail's chest, right into my ear.  He quickly took my pants off and
adjusted our position.

I instantly felt the hot, slick head of his tool against my butt.  I took a
sharp breath in reaction, knowing there was nothing besides Mikaihail's
will stopping it from forcing its way inside me.  He could decide to do it
at any second, and every second that past, more of the primordial side of
Mikaihail took over

His mouth moved to my neck, even though my mouth was free, it somehow made
me even less able to breathe through the pleasure of his passionate kisses.
He would intermittently lightly bite my neck between his nuzzling.  He
slowly but firmly ground his enormous member against my entrance, his man
essence coating my ass.

He brought his mouth to my ear. "I hope you're ready Caleb, there's no
turning back now.  No one will hear you here."  He threatened teasingly.
"Now let's try this again."

He began thrusting against my entrance with increased force.  Each thrust
brought with it apprehension, whether it would be the one which would force
me open. I was certain one of them would be.

He spoke softly, yet very domineeringly right beside my ear. "What's that
pushing against your perfect ass?"

It wasn't easy to think in my delirium and I wasn't quite sure what to say
so I stayed silent for a moment, confused.  He rammed his monster against
my entrance, not enough to enter me but enough to stretch my ring a little.
I spoke in frightened surprise "Your cock."

He groaned satisfied.  He continued to grind against my entrance.

"In about three seconds what's going up you?"

I answered quickly "You're massive manhood."

He didn't sound as satisfied. He began kissing and biting on my ear,
sending me off into another world.  "And what am I going to use to fuck
you?"

The words made the imagery that more explicit in my mind.  "You're fat slab
of man meat."  The words still felt strange to say.

He trusted hard against my entrance, seeming more satisfied with that
answer.  That attempt stretching my ring further but still not enough to
enter me.

He used his elbow to brace my shoulder against him and used his forearm to
cover my mouth.  He moved his legs over mine to stop me from being able to
move.  He retreated his colossal tool. I could still feel it at the divide
of my cheeks, but it wasn't pressing into my slick entrance.

He stopped thrusting and let himself stay there.  My body instinctively
wanted him and didn't like this perceived backing off.  I tried to move
back put he kept his force against me, hindering me.  I moved my free arm
to grab onto his muscled body.  I moved my hips far back as I could to meet
his enormous tool, but it wasn't far enough.  I continually made attempts
to move back further, to meet his incredible girth, making little progress.

As he spoke, his hot breath glided across my ear "What do you want inside
you, Caleb?"

I spoke instinctively and without thought.  "You!" he didn't respond. My
attempts became more frantic.  "Please Mikaihail, please fuck me with your
gigantic dick." I blurted in desperation.

That did it for him.  Without hesitation, but an animalistic growl, he
rammed his mammoth fuck tool into my entrance, lodging his head inside me.
In the unexpected flash of pain I bit onto his forearm without thought. My
ass clamped down on the invader that was forcing my hole further open than
it was designed to.  It instinctively tried to push him out, but Mikaihail
remained steadfast, he wasn't going to withdraw until he had what he
wanted.

My body automatically tried to squirm away, but Mikaihail didn't let up his
restraints.  He instead began kissing me lightly on the side of my head
comfortingly.  As the initial pain began to subside I stopped moving and
tried to calm down.  As the realisation that Mikaihail was inside me,
making love to me, I felt incredible validated.  His sexual desire for me
meant that I was something important.  If this most incredible specimen of
a man deemed me to be his preferred sexual partner then, by extension, my
existence was of significance.

I loosened my jaw to let his forearm go, but instead of retreating it, he
cradled my head in his hand and stroked my hair with his thumb.  I grinded
my butt on his fleshy pole, enjoying the intense pleasure, sending me into
bliss, while trying to ignore the pain.

He brought his mouth back to me ear.  "Do you want more, my Caleb?"

"Only if you want me."

He gave a throaty chuckle that sounded more like a sexual growl.  "Well, if
you say no Caleb, there would be a problem.  I really doubt I could not
keep going" He squeezed me tightly.  "After hearing you say that, it's
taking all of me not to mindlessly pound you till I'm exploding deep inside
you."

My validation enhancing with his statement.  "Then take me Mikaihail. Make
me yours."

I grabbed onto his hip and his bicep that was around me as tightly as I
could.  As he forced his way deeper into me, thick inch by incredibly thick
inch, I squeezed by eyes closed and endured the pain of being opened far
wider than I was ever meant to be.  Every time my metal would slip and I
flinched, his body would counteract my movement in a soothing, almost
subduing, way.  He stopped his assault and lifted his arm out from under my
head, gentle laying it down on the hammock.  He lifted my leg and grabbed a
hold of the base of his huge tool.  He slowly began moving on top of me,
his humongous manhood lodged deep within me twisted with his movements.
The not quite cylindrical shape forcing my muscles to move and stretch in
unexpected ways to accommodate, the monster forcing the muscles to shape to
it as it twisted inside me - more accurately, I was twisting to it. I was
sure the inside of my ass would be a perfect mould of his impressive tool,
there would be no space, my muscles taking advantage of every allowance the
form of his gigantic dick would give them.

Given the seeming inability of me to accommodate his girth I was amazed he
was able to perform such a manoeuvre.  I suppose it spoke to his incredible
strength.  After he was on top of me he let go of his monster half buried
inside me.  I was breathing sharply from the experience, both of us
beginning to sweat.  He brought his face to mine and gave me a long
passionate kiss, a feeling of appreciation coming off him.  He turned us
both on the hammock until he was able to step out of it without withdrawing
from me.

He frantically took off his dress shirt as his pants hit the ground and
took small steps towards me, the hammock moving to accommodate his new
position.  As he walked the hammock moved me into an almost vertical
position.  I grabbed onto him to hold myself in place.

He restarted his stream of passionate kissing as he slowly humped his tool
inside, though going no further.  I ground myself against him in
reciprocation, pleasure setting off every nerve inside me.  He retreated
his mammoth to the head and slowly pulled out till my ring moved over the
ridge of his head, the relief my muscles felt was immense and I was certain
they would never open enough for him again.  Then in a display of his raw
strength he slowly forced himself back inside, his muscles flexing with
fresh sweat, turning redder as the blood rushed through them.  It was as if
our bodies were communicating and Mikaihail's and letting mine know it had
no say, it was all him. He continues to retreat and then slowly re-enter.
Using the pain as a catalyst the pleasure shot through my body like a wild
fire every time he forced me open.  He continued this, setting my body into
shocks of pleasure.  I held onto him as tightly as I could, trying to stay
in reality, his pace quickened, not allowing me any reprieve.  The intense
pleasure was more than I could handle, and as he unexpectedly buried
himself inside me I couldn't hold on any longer and I came.

His tool, caught inside me, was squeezed inside my tremoring ass muscles.
Instead of losing control, he squeezed me in his arms incredibly tightly,
his head pressed against mine, bracing himself, resisting the urge pile
drive me until he got what his body wanted.  As my climax continued the
pressure of his embrace intensified as he seemingly tried not to lose
control.  Every bone in my back must have cracked with the increasing
pressure.

As he regained himself he slowly loosened his embrace and took his head
away from mine and looked directly into my eyes, a torrent of lust behind
the almost broken sanity.  I waited for him to continue but after a few
seconds he didn't.

I smile at him as genuinely as I could with the intensity of his massive
tool lodged inside me.  "You know, it's going to take a whole lot more than
gravity to get that thing inside me."

He smiled at me, his monster tensed with its mention.  A determined,
cocksure look crossed his face as he flexed his muscles, making him look
even bigger and intimidating.

The look slowly faded and I could see him mulling over something in his
head.  "Caleb, I want you to do something."

"Anything." I replied breathlessly.  It was with incredible difficulty my
mind retained the ability to form words.

With obvious mammoth amounts of restraint Mikaihail pulled his monster out
of me.  I looked at him anxiously, as I felt empty and rejected without him
inside me.  He quickly took me into his arms, cradling me, turned around
and started for the ocean.  As he walked his monster cock swayed obscenely.
He waved through the water until it just touched his thighs and lowered us
into the surprisingly warm ocean, gentle waves moving around us.  He
lounged back in the water, me sitting on his lap.

He moved his mouth to mine and we began kissing, he lounged further back
and I followed to maintain the contact.  We continued passionately kissing,
me straddling his abs, even in the bliss I wanted more, I wanted to be back
where I belonged.

"Come on Mikaihail. You've never been one to make me beg." I said smiling
between our kisses.

He looked at me seriously.  "I want you too Caleb."

I grinned wider. "Well then take me."

He remained serious. "No." He said as if I had misunderstood him.  "I want
you to."

I froze as the realisation of what he meant struck me.

We were barely even able to have sex.  We were only able because he took
charge and I held on (in more ones than one).  But worse than that was the
position we were in.  I stared at him not knowing what to say.

Instead of looking scared I grabbed onto his shoulder tightly and looked at
him lovingly.  "I don't think I could Mikaihail.  I just hold onto you
because I trust you and you know what you're doing." That seemed like the
best way to put it, though that wasn't what I was really afraid of.

He looked at me, reciprocating the loving expression, obvious lust behind
it, unable to be hidden.  "C'mon Caleb, don't you want me?" Teasing in his
voice.

Of course he wouldn't let me get around the truth. "It's just that... it's
very intense for me when you..." I didn't know how to say it to him "...I
don't want how I look when it happens to... give you the wrong idea."

A change in his facial expression as I spoke let me know he only realised
then that he hadn't seem my face when we were... in the throws.  As he
regained himself he looked at me in a comforting way "I want to see you
try, if it gets too much for you I'll take over" he smirks at me.

I grasped onto him unsurely, not really knowing where to start.  He is so
much bigger than me, like we are from different species.  I started kissing
him, getting lost in my overwhelming feelings.  I thought if I didn't think
about it too much it would be okay.

I locked my feet under his perfectly round arse.  I locked his torso
between my thighs and grabbed onto his shoulder with one hand.  He
supported himself with his elbows, but lightly grasped my thighs, although
not in a forceful way like he was going to help me.  I reached back with my
free hand to find his monster.  As I grasped it I had a sinking feeling.  I
couldn't even nearly fit my hand around it, there was no way I could
distract myself from this telephone pole.

I lined it up with my entrance, feeling no sense that I would succeed.

He spoke in between our kisses, his maddening lust for me thick on his
voice, "I want to see you impale yourself on me Caleb."

My legs and hands held onto him as tightly as I could as I tried to spear
myself on his mammoth fucker.  I wasn't making any progress, I tried with
all my strength to force it inside me, but my hole wouldn't budge, it
wasn't letting something that big inside it.

I gave out a big sigh and resigned that this was never going to work.

I retreated from our kisses and looked at him, at the man who I wanted more
than anyone else in the world.  His humongous pecs, covered in his chest
hair, matted against his chest with sweat.  The huge shoulders, big enough
to fit bowling balls.  His huge, strong neck.  His proud, square jaw, now
lightly covered in his stubble.  Finally, his endlessly deep brown eyes.

I imagined those days when I would stare at his face like this from across
the table, knowing that I would give up everything I had, even my life, to
be able to do this with him, and also knowing that no matter what I had it
would never be enough to get what I wanted.

I stared into his eyes and remembered the soul crushing loneliness I felt
when I thought of what could never be.  I thought of how much I wanted him
to love me and to feel close to him.

I continued to stare into his eyes and allowed that feeling of longing, for
someone I could never have, consume me. I imagined we weren't here, but at
the table and him smiling at me like a friend who would never be anything
more.

I used this moment to kill all of those memories. With all the wanting and
desperation I made myself want to impale myself, to prove myself wrong,
that he wanted me and I was good enough for him.

As I stared into his eyes I willed myself onto him.  Opening myself without
restraint, wanting the pain, the knowledge that he was inside me, fucking
me, longing to take me for his own.

As his gigantic fuck tool entered me, pain so intense exploded my nervous
system, But I wanted more, it meant he had chosen me. I forced myself
further down him, I look of incredible pleasure on his face, restraining
himself from taking over.

"Ah fuck Caleb, show me how much you want me."

I continued to staring into his eyes as I forced more of his enormous girth
into me, stretching me to the limit.  The pain was building but I wasn't
going to stop. I wanted him and I wasn't going to give myself a chance to
stop.  In one slow, agonising movement, I impaled myself on his mighty,
gargantuan manhood. I was his.  I hit his stomach as my ass rested on his
pelvis, filled beyond its limit.

I feel an amazing amount of relief, even accomplishment, as I realise all
of him is inside me.  I look into his eyes, trying to read if how I had
looked affected him.  There was an unfamiliar part of his expression that I
couldn't read in this state, barely able to even think coherently; but
there was that face again, holding back his lust, stopping himself from
taking what he wanted.

I grabbed his shoulders to try and steady myself, my face only inches away
from his.  I kiss him lightly, shakily.  "Stop holding back Mikaihail." I
breathed uneasily, my lungs feeling like they couldn't expand properly. "I
want to feel what I mean to you. Please." I kiss him lightly again. "Show
me."

He replies without words.  His grip on my thighs tightened as he went in
for a hostile kiss, wanting to taste me.  I tried to return his fervent
kisses while holding onto him tightly, trying to hold myself in place.  He
moved his hips back and me up his body, pulling out over half his girth.
Then with his sheer strength, which I could only truly appreciate now, he
forced himself back inside me.

The pain seemed easier to handle now that it was out of my control.  I
focused on him, it wasn't some alienable thing, it was him making love to
me.  Big strong Mikaihail, 'Of course having sex with him will hurt, look
at how much bigger than you he is' I told myself.  The pain was just a
reminder it was him.  The knowledge that it was him doing that to me was
all I needed to focus on the pleasure.  I returned his kisses as
enthusiastically as I could with him making love to me.

His motion picked up speed, ramming his humongous manhood into me.  His
breathing became louder as he moaned animalistically through our kisses.
His kisses became more and more domineering; I eventually barely had time
to breath.  He retreated from me, grabbing my thighs so strongly in his big
hands, and rammed me onto his dick; the thrusting began to throw me around
so much I couldn't hold myself up.  I fell into him, one hand around him,
the other around behind his neck grabbing onto his hair.  He began kissing
my neck, his animalistic moans going straight into me.

He fucked me with such ferocity it caused waves in the ocean.  Fighting
against the natural waves and not dying until they hit the beach. He was
like a piston, using his incredible raw strength to enter me with such
pace.

His thrusting became shorter and more rapid and his moans became louder
roars.  I was lost in pleasure so intense I didn't know if I was going to
be okay. I could feel myself begin to climax as he threw back his head and
roared an earth shattering moan into the sky.  He slammed me down onto his
mammoth dick as he exploded inside me.

I slide down his chest, barely able to feel my limbs though the pleasure. I
could feel his dick pump his hot essence inside me, filling me up, marking
his ownership of me.  I wrapped my arms under his, holding onto his chest.

He breathed heavily as he came down from his climax.  His tool only
irregularly tensing and sending another pump of his essence deep inside me.
The waves were gently crashing against us as I lay exhausted against his
thick frame.  The sun had disappeared beyond the horizon and the last of
its rays were vanishing with it.  As I lied there against him I could feel
myself passing out, but I forced myself to stay awake.

I tried to fit my arms around him as best I could.  His heavy breathing
puffing out his muscled chest intermittently.  I held onto him with all the
strength by spent body could muster.  The last of my energy quickly left me
and I could no longer support myself.  Before I even moved an inch down his
frame he tightened his hold on me, bracing me against him.

Laying here against him, feeling the connectedness, his pure unadulterated
love and adulation for me pouring off of him and engulfing me to the point
where I'm almost drowning in it; and I would happily go, let the feeling
take me under, there could be no sweeter death.  Of a day filled with
moments that I could only describe as perfect, this moment here was the
perfection within the perfection.

Mikaihail braced me against him with his thick arms; he cautiously pulled
me out of the water as he rose to his feet.  I clung to him to try and
support myself, but I knew in this weakened state that I would fail without
his own strength holding me against him.  He held me tight against his
muscled body as he walked toward the house.  I looked out to the ocean as
he walked and knew that this would be the last memory that would ever leave
my mind.

He entered the house and climbed the staircase, we emerged on the top of
the house, the open air bedroom.  The head of the bed was against the only
solid wall, the other three walls were retracted wooden dividers.  He
grabbed a towel from the bed and wrapped it around us before he got us
under the covers.

A cool breeze flowed through the room; I could hear the waves break upon
the shore.  I held onto his body tighter for warmth, he held me tighter in
reciprocation and laid his leg over mine.  We looked into each other's
eyes, completely captivated.

His endlessly deep brown eyes drew me in, my mind had no room for anything
besides my voiceless feelings for him, incomprehensible in their enormity.
Again time was lost on me but after a long moment his eyes shifted as he
looked at me.  That familiar expression, change ever so slightly from the
time I first saw it.  Back then it marked the first time I thought he felt
something for me.

"Caleb..." his voice broke the silent serenity, his concern thick on his
pronunciation.  "Did I hurt you?"

As I came back to myself, trying to figure out what was alarming him, I
realised there were tears in my eyes.  It didn't take any mental process to
figure them out.

"No Mikaihail." I smiled and brought my hand to his face to comfort him.
"I'm happy..."

He smiled at me and exhaled in relief.

I smiled back into his depthless eyes. "...Thank you."

 "For what?" His adoration thick on his tone.

After a moment I continued "Now I know.  This is it...I don't think my mind
is capable of feeling any more absolute in happiness than I am now." I
smiled again.  "This is the pinnacle of me. Of my existence. "

He constricted me tighter for a moment.

I continued "If I died tomorrow, at least I would die knowing what this
feels like.  I would want for no experience."

His smile dropped slightly.  "Don't talk about you dying Caleb."

I smiled at him. "Sorry, I don't know how else to put it."

He regained his smile. "It's just you being you I suppose."

Another moment passed and his much larger body curled itself around me, he
braced me against him, my head on his chest.  I could feel my consciousness
slipping but I wanted to stay here with him.  I started moving hand back
and forth across his massive shoulder, just to keep myself awake.  After a
time I would almost fall asleep, stopping the movement, but would catch
myself and start again.

After several iterations of this he spoke.  "Go to sleep my Caleb."  He
commanded, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

"No." I resisted the overwhelming urge to completely and utterly comply
with anything the person I lived for could ever ask of me.  I wanted to
stay, not waste this sleeping.

"Caleb."  He replies authoritatively, yet somehow playfully.

"Mikaihail.  I want to stay here with you... I will lose this battle, but
let my fight for a little while longer."

He takes my hand from his shoulder and kisses it before holding it in his
own, effectively stopping any movement I can make.

I knew I wouldn't last long, but I would hold onto every second.

***

I woke up to Mikaihail's lips on mine, as I realised what he was doing I
began to reciprocate the affection.  He retreats as I start giggling.

He looks at me amused.

"Your stubble tickles."

"Haven't shaved since we got here."  His amusement returns as he rubs his
cheek against mine.

I cannot help but giggle at the feeling.  He pulls back and looks at me for
a moment.  "I kind of like it.  Makes you look rugged."  I run my
fingertips down the side of his face, enjoying the feel of it.  "...Maybe
not the most appropriate look for an executive though."  I concede.

He grins at the comment before kissing me again.

"You have no idea how peaceful you look when you're sleeping.  I could lie
here all day just looking at you."

"I hope you don't like me better asleep."  I lightly accuse him.

He chuckles at my remark before kissing me again.  "It's a tossup."

"Are you sure waking me up was a good idea then?"

"Well, I remembered I haven't fed you in a while."

"Food hasn't really been on my mind."

"Mine neither."  He slowly kisses me again, nicely accentuating what had
been occupying our minds.

We slowly made our way out of bed and down to the kitchen.  There was a lot
of uncooked food and ingredients.  I then remembered Mikaihail's comment
about the staff of nine and I'm guessing at least one of those was a cook.
I sifted through a myriad of ingredients until I realised I had everything
I need to make pancakes, one of the few recipes I knew.  Mikaihail carved
up some fruit and fried some bacon while I mixed the batter.  When it came
time to do the actual cooking Mikaihail forcefully took over saying he
didn't want me near an open flame... I just rolled my eyes at him.

It wasn't long before we were at sitting in front of the rolling ocean
enjoying our makeshift breakfast.  After nearly a day here, I still hadn't
gotten use to the island's beauty.

"Can you think of anything that would make this place better?"  Mikaihail
had caught me admiring our surroundings.

"Multiple shower heads."

He let out a laugh as he understood what I was referencing.  "You liked
that did you?"

"I quickly grew attached."

He looks at me with nostalgia, remembering that night.  "I'll make sure our
first place satisfies that."

This paradise made the rest of the world easy to forget, but that small
reminder of reality was enough to trigger my thoughts.  There was still an
enormous point of contention between me and Mikaihail that needed to be
solved and the time I had to bring it up was dwindling.  There was no
guarantee that we would be alone again after we left here; maybe the car
ride back to school but this wasn't something I should bring up while he
was driving a car.  I had to say it now, but I still had no idea exactly
what I should say.

"What are you thinking Caleb?"

I look back up at him, trying desperately to figure out how to word my
thoughts.  I smile weakly as our eyes connect. "Mikaihail...I was wondering
if I could infringe upon the taboo subject." I reply meekly.  Taboo seemed
like a good word given the tropical surroundings.

He lets out an emphasised exhale, but doesn't seem discontent, rather he
seems to be amused.  "I'm surprised you were able to hold off this long."

I just smile down at the table; even the idea of him asking me to do
something he had no faith I could was not enough to make me go off on a
tangent.  I remain silent for a second, still not sure how to best to say
it.

"Caleb?"

I look up and without missing a beat I blurt out.  "I don't think it's such
a good idea."  I continue to look at him while he makes sense of my words
and levees his judgement.  I couldn't quite tell exactly where his mind was
by his face, but it looked somewhere between confusion and rejection; the
latter making me feel even more guilty.

"I thought you wanted this?"

For all my mental preparations for this conversation, I had clearly failed
if that was the conclusion he came to.

"Of course I do." I look up at him defeated.  "Did you forget my freak out?
To me, there is nothing besides you.  What you're offering me is all I
want."

I could see in his face he accepted my words, the rejection was gone and
the regained happiness was clearly there.  I could see he was continuing to
try to figure out what I was saying, but before I could explain he spoke
his next theory.

"So you think I don't love you then?"

I couldn't help but smile this time, the evidence of his feelings was all
around us.  "We're currently 3000 kilometres away from the school camp my
parents believe I'm on, sitting in front of a beach on a private island
that is a plane ride to another country away, which is something I've never
done and, given that you're not my parent, can only assume is a feat which
required some kind of forged affidavit.  So no Mikaihail, your affection
for me is not what's in question here."

Now he just looked completely satisfied, like the only two things that came
into the decision for him had been verified and there was nothing else that
could warrant not going forward.  If I wanted this then there was nothing
else for him to think about.

"Well then what is in question?"  He says very self-assured, like he was
certain the problem I was having could not possibly have any merit.

"You have a family Mikaihail.  If we did this then I'd be taking you away
from them.  I can't hurt you or make you feel guilty by forcing you to hurt
the people around you...  That's not something I could live with."

He puts his utensils down and moves his chair out from under the table.  He
opens his arms and beckons me to him.  I meekly get up and lie against his
chest; he enfolds me in his arms tightly as he lowers his lips to my ear
and speaks solemnly.

"Did you forget what I said after your 'freak out'?  I wasn't lying.  It's
not even a decision for me.  I can't not be with you, my Caleb."

I thought it would come to this, our impasse seemed unavoidable; we had
just proven that indeed it was.

"Well, I had a thought...  I'm not completely sure yet, but I could try and
figure out a way that we can be together without hurting anyone."

"No Caleb."  He speaks in a commanding, almost angry tone.  His grip on me
tightens with his words.

I wasn't sure where this had come from.  "I don't see the problem."

"I'm not putting this on you."  The same tone, even less friendly, like
even having to elaborate in itself was not acceptable.

Desperately I try to reason with him.  "Please Mikaihail, you have no idea
what it would do to me if I hurt you.  The only way I can possibly live
with myself through all of this is knowing that, without a doubt, I'm never
did anything condemnable.  Doing this destroys that.  Please, at least let
me try.  Just give me that."

"Caleb, it's my job to protect you.  You shouldn't worry about these
things."  The tone was gone.  He could see where my head was and he simply
wanted me to stop agonising over it.

"...I can't stop, it's just who I am."  I look up at him from within his
arms.  "I need to try, if it's a last resort I'll give in, but I can't just
choose the option which hurts you off the cuff."

"Any other way and I'm hurting you.  That is the most unacceptable
outcome."  He releases one of his arms and caresses my cheek.  "While we're
not together, I won't be able to be there for you."

I shake my head at him.  "You don't understand.  You're not hurting me.
Every second I get with you is a gift of unfathomable generosity."  I look
into his eyes, just once again appreciating my ridiculous amount of luck.
"I don't have an entitlement to you.  Not like the people who have you
already."  He seems to need a moment to take in my words, I take advantage
of the pause and continue.  "Just... give me a month.  That's all, after
that, no matter what, we'll be together, never to separate again."

He gives the whole situation some thought before replying.  "A week."

"Two weeks."

"A week."

"That's not how bargaining works."

"Well then I guess it's a good thing I'm not bargaining." He holds me
tighter for a moment.  "Even being away from you for that long is a big
ask."

I had learnt that when Mikaihail got like this no further amount of arguing
would get me anywhere.  "...A week."

He begins to slowly rub my arm as I stare out across the sea, coming to
terms with how the dreaded issue had ended up.

"Could you do me a favour?"

Without shifting my eyes I reply.  "Do you actually think I can do this
one?"

"I certainly hope you can.  But, would it even matter if I didn't."

"I suppose it wouldn't.  I'd still do everything I could."  I smirk and
shake my head, futile efforts never was something I entertained before
Mikaihail.

"Could you work on that entitlement thing for me?"

I crease my brow in confusion.  "...I'm not really sure how one would go
about that...  And besides, you should probably think about that request.
I mean if I did manifest an entitlement to you I would become extremely
clingy..." I look up at him a little guiltily, "...and by that I mean more
clingy than I already am."

He laughs at my comment, his body moves mine with his arms wrapped around
me.  He kisses me on the head as his laughter subsides.  "So what would
that be like?  You would want to cuddle all the time, miss me when I'm
gone, think about me constantly.  I think I'll take the hit."  He chuckles
a little more and begins to rub my shoulder.  He remains quiet for a moment
before speaking again.  "Just one more week, then you're all mine."

"One week..." As best I can from within his confinement I wave my hand in
the air nonchalantly.  "Just out of interest, if I didn't say anything, how
quickly did you really expect it to take before we were together?"

He looks at me amused by my confusion.  "Caleb, I was never going to leave
you again."

"Would love to know how that would have gone down when we got back."

"I would have figured it out as I went along."

I scoff at him.  "Well then it's a very good thing I did say something."

"That's one way of looking at it."  By his tone it was obviously he
disagreed with me.

Clearly he thought what I wanted to do was unnecessary.  In his mind he was
probably just humouring me.

"You know Caleb, I've never had any problems getting people to do what I
want - that is until you."

I chortle at his very inaccurate observation.  "On the contrary, I find it
incredibly difficult to refuse you anything.  If I didn't believe I was
doing it for you I wouldn't have a chance of denying you."

"Alright then: kiss me."

I interlace my arms behind his neck as I bring my lips to his.  Just to
tease him I stop barely an inch from him and reduce my movements to a
frustratingly slow advance.  He doesn't last long before he grabs the back
of my head and closes the distance himself.  In about two seconds I was
butter in his arms.

After he releases me from his all consuming effect he quietly breathes, "If
I'm going to get you back on time, we should get ready."

Not quite yet capable of speech, I simply nod in consent.

***

We were once again walking along the beach of our island.  In the distance
the seaplane sat bobbing with the gentle waves.  Mikaihail held our bags in
one hand and me in the other as he led us away from the house.

"So, where would you like to go next time, my Caleb?"

"Next time?"

"Of course.  I'm going to take you everywhere I go and everywhere you could
ever want to go."

I smile up at him from within his grasp.  "Somewhere even further away next
time.  Like The Cayman Islands or Hawaii."

"Do you like the tropical places?"

"I haven't been anywhere else, remember?  I just couldn't imagine something
being better than what we just had."

A smug smile crosses his face.  "I'll take that as a challenge."

My smile widens.  "Of course you would."

As we approached the plane Mikaihail handed our bags to the pilot.  I felt
a little sad about leaving this place - my paradise.  I wanted to take
something to remember it by, maybe some sand or a leaf of a tree or some
water.  I then had a better idea and took out Mikaihail's phone and
carefully took a shot of the island before saving it as my background.

"You won't get very good quality with that."  Mikaihail saw what I was
doing.  He turns to the pilot and asks, "do you have a camera on board?"

"Only my personal one, Sir."

Mikaihail pulls out his wallet and hands the pilot a ridiculous amount of
money.  The pilot is stunned by the offering and quickly retrieves the
camera for Mikaihail.  He takes the camera and points it at me.  I feel
embarrassed as he takes a photo before handing me it to me.  I quickly snap
one of him before turning to the island and retaking my earlier shot.

Mikaihail takes the camera back and hands it to the pilot.  "Could you take
one of us."  He speaks to the pilot, and again, his question doesn't sound
like a question but a command.  He stands beside me and wraps his arm
around my waist as the pilot takes the photo.

The pilot hands back the camera to Mikaihail.  He guides me back on the
plane, taking an unnecessary amount of care with me.  Before long we're
back in the air, the island shrinking behind us.

As we were flown through the air, the polar opposite of the exhilaration I
felt when we were travelling away from our problems was bearing down upon
me.  I only had seven days to figure out a way around all our obstacles and
orchestrate some way Mikaihail and I could be together.  The task seemed
near impossible. If I could pull it off, it would be a miracle.  But if I
was realistic about the outcome, could I really give in to Mikaihail?
Would my failure to find an alternative be enough for me to allow myself to
hurt him?  I didn't want to entertain that question, I'd rather just try to
find a solution before acquiescing to defeat.

I let out a sigh, feeling a little depressed about having to leave.

"It's alright, my Caleb.  Only seven more days and it will be like that
forever."

I curl up onto him, nestling myself in his arms as he enfolds them around
me.

The biggest question of all: could I really have what I want, a life with
Mikaihail?  He was right about one thing.  It'll only take seven days.  In
seven days I'll know the answer.

*********

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