Beyond Darkness

Bermuda Grass

Michael was probably crazy and this was a bad plan and they could get caught and killed but they had to do this. The Microphone and the camera in the bathroom was concerning. Why would someone have a microphone in their bathroom? and inside the clock? To snoop on guests? But when they had arrived the placed had looked deserted as he noticed the staff still cleaning the house and uncovering furniture. The place did looked worn down, beautiful nonetheless. Damn, Michael did not have time to gush about architecture that resembled his hometown. They had to escape and find a ride too. Michael did not think about that. Where would they find a ride?

Michael looked around at and found Orion stuffing pillows under the blanket to resemble them, a chuckle broke through Michael and Orion looked at him bashfully like a doe caught unguarded. "Dolce Sciocco" Orion straightened up and came over to Michael. "Let's do this." He sounded calmer than ever. A total opposite to what Michael was feeling. There was a storm brewing that inside of Michael, what they were going to do was pure stupidity, However they had no choice but to go through with it. Michael didn't want to face Jacob anymore and his identity could be compromised, so that of Orion's. Heavens! they could get arrested.

Michael and Orion slowly tiptoed their way towards the doors. Michael signaled to Orion and then slowly trying to avoid making noise, opened the door and leaned out to check if there were any cameras on the walls. Since it was night it was hard to point them out but a red blinking must have caught Orion's attention as he felt a tap on his shoulder, it was on the corner of the wall and easily avoidable. Once they were out in the forest they could easily escape, maybe even find or build a shelter for the rest of the night. They had to do this soon and quick.

He wanted to thank the butler for letting them stay on the ground floor. They looked at each other and then Michael took the first step out, climbing over the small railing trying not to push any flower pot or to get tripped by one, they slowly walked across the huge garden trying their best to stay in the shadows and trying to avoid any cameras pointing at certain spaces on the garden.

They weren't as lucky as they kept running into a camera here and there. Michael was getting frustrated by the second, they were crouching in a small dark corner somewhere in the west side of the house. Michael was super tired so he sat down on the grass. He fisted the grass in frustration trying not to scream. He uprooted some of it and then when he realized that the texture of the grass was some what similar he gave a sigh of exasperation. It was the same kind he had in his house.

He gave up and layed down in the grass. The smell of earth and grass went up his nostrils and made him terribly home sick. He almost sobbed over his ruined rose bushes. Orion looked at Michael who was now rolling in the grass. He might've said something along the lines of not being a baby and actually concentrating on escaping and help him track down a place that they can hide until the guard disappears in the house. Michael was still too fixed on the grass and thinking about his roses. he almost fell asleep but who could blame him?

"It's Bermuda grass!" he exclaimed and instantly received a kick from Orion. he yelped but that was enough to shut me up as orion ducked and dragged Michael along with him and crouched into the darkness behind some wooden planks. Did he land them in trouble? maybe... but was he done expressing and being over dramatic about the Bermuda grass? not even close. He started to speak again but Orion covered his mouth and soon enough there was a beam of light in their direction, it seemed to linger on them and each second felt dangerously slowly ticking by.

The beam of light moved away from them but The hand on Michael's mouth didn't. Michael felt too tired to even protest anymore. He just shook his head and poked Orion, the hand disappeared from his mouth. Michael felt arms around his waist hauling him up. He held on to Orion. "I am tired." Michael whispered. "I know" came the reply. it was dark but Michael knew Orion was really close as he could feel his breath fanning his face. He felt a soft caress on his cheek. He leaned into the touch and then he felt Orion's lips.

He felt a soft brush of his lips on his temple, then on his eyes then a soft peck on his nose, lingering brushes on his cheeks and then he felt the most lightest brush on his lips. the softness of the brush left tingles down Michael's spine and he felt electric shivers rising up spreading through his chest followed by warmth and all over his skin. There were goose bumps on his arms and as if he had said that aloud, he felt Orion's hands rub them calming down, every touch was like a plantation, leaving blossoms in its wake.

Michael shivered and he felt Orion's embrace tighten around him, pressing into him. He felt being lifted off of the ground, and then his back pushed against a wall, not two seconds later he felt Orion's body pressed against him The pressure felt blissful, it felt like he was being moulded into his body, his slowly melting and meeting every crevice of Orion's. Michael's heart was now hammering against his cage and he could feel the pulse in his ears and thumping loudly in the silence. He wondered if Orion could hear it too, he felt flushed all over.

Michael felt fingers lacing in his lock, holding, tugging. it was leaving Michael breathless and gasping. He felt his head tip and then Orion's nose nuzzling against his, their breaths mingling in the cold night, but Michael was feeling warm, a little too warm for comfort. the light was still hovering where they were like a firefly in a vast field of the deity, vising all the flowers one by one. Michael felt Orion's head dip in and their lips brush against each other. It made Michael gasp and he felt Orion press into him deeper in warning "Sh...baby, Shh..."

Whoever it was, what they were going to find would not be PG-14. Michael arched his back and pressed into Orion. a threat his mind conveyed. He felt Orion take a huge intake of breath and then exhale shakily. Michael liked his reaction and no matter how dangerous it was, he wanted to do it again. Michael did it again and Orion softly spat a curse. The hold in his hair was now tugging hard, the pain did nothing but set flares inside Michael's heart, aching and wanting for more. Michael almost lost everything there at once when he felt Orion's breath on his neck.

Orion was breathing heavily on his neck sending impulses and blood to spots where Michael wanted the most attention. Orion's breath was fanning on Michael's neck, he felt Orion's nose rub along his neck, Michael was now completely liquid if Orion was to let go, he would succumb to the ground like he never had any bones. He felt Orion's lips on his neck. Softly tracing a meaningless path from his ear to his collar bone. Softly placing kisses along the way, lingering on sweet spots and never missing any inch of his skin. Michael felt high.

If that was how he could describe it then very well. He felt like he was on the seventh heaven. Every press of Orion's lips was sending a shockwave through Michael and he was definitely loving it. Then something happened that turned Michael's core to lava. Orion had pressed an open mouthed kiss right on Michael's pulse. Successfully sending Michael's heart into a frenzy. Nothing right now felt intelligent just like Michael's thoughts. It was all ambiguous. He felt the heat of Orion's mouth, the slickness of his mastered tongue, digging deep into his skin and then the softest suckle.

Michael was a panting mess, and with every assault of Orion's tongue on Michael's neck, Michael wanted more. He wanted to be branded. Never to be touched again except for this man. Michael was at Orion's mercy and he was enjoying it. He would serve himself in a platter if in this moment Orion demanded. He would do almost anything. He felt Orion's panting breaths in his ear. "Michael" He felt the faintest whisper, it traveled deep into Michael. Mercilessly plucking strings of his heart. Michael just gasped in return, it was too hard to form words. "They have left".

Before Michael could process what Orion said, he was away from him, the cold air felt treacherous when replaced with the warmth of Orion's being. He didn't say anything and just cleared his throat. "Do you have a plan?" Michael asked, his voice raspy and raw with emotion. He heard Orion take a sharp intake, "Yes as a matter of fact, There's a fence, if we can climb over it, we'll be out in the open and then we can find the path as soon as the sun comes up." Michael was at loss of words, He was Frustrated. Again.

He didn't say anything but hummed in response. They started moving slowly and as soon as they were in a smear of faint light, Michael caught a glimpse of Orion's face. His face looked flush but his form felt like that of a caged animal. So he was suffering through the after effects too. Michael smiled as he felt a little relief go through him. Michael took a chance and softly held Orion's wrist. He turned around and stared at Michael. His eyes holding something darker which made Michael's body react in ways he didn't want it to especially now.

They blinked in unison, Orion coughed and then pointed the way to the fence. They were supposed to follow the big bushes as they could easily hide behind them till the shortest part of the fence. They crept out of the hiding corner and counted the seconds till the guard took rounds. They counted till about 15 when he returned and then decided to move as soon as the guard was out of sight, from when the counting started. As soon as the guard was out of sight, they moved quickly crawling behind the moderately tall bushes, and soon succeeded.

They were now out of sight, of the cameras and of the guard as they were now behind the huge bushes. It was smart of Jacob that he had left space between the fence walls and the bushes. Strategic gardening, but it was proving to be a boon, especially for Orion and Michael. Orion was ahead of Michael, "Don't make too much noise" Orion said softly. "Roger" Michael added with a soft snicker. Michael could almost hear the eye roll Orion must've done. It seemed funny how Orion responded to certain things. Those special, certain moments flashed through Michael's mind.

Trying to keep himself under control Michael focused on not bumping into Orion. A not so focusing thought passed through Michael's mind. Who was the pitcher among them? it made Michael super uneasy and hot. It was a bothering hotness that was now again starting to fire up his body. Discarding such thoughts Michael really concentrated on walking a little bit farther from Orion, for healthy and sane purposes. They soon reached the smaller part of the fence. The part was hidden behind bushy trees so it was again an advantage for them. Now they just had to jump over. That would be easy....Right?