I collapsed onto my bed, sighing as I sunk into the soft covers, encasing me with warmth and comfort. Ashley lay down beside me, and I stretched over so my head was against his shoulder, him snaking his arm around me and pulling me closer. It had been a while since we'd been able to just relax, to just be together and enjoy each others company without stress and worry. After we'd finished explaining to the others what had happened - telling them every detail and answering every question - all either of us wanted to do was sleep, but they weren't having it. There was hugging, exclaiming, sympathy, and expressing of worry. Then, Jinxx all but forced us to calling the police. Not that we weren't going to anyway; there was no way I was letting that scumbag get away with any of this. But I had been hoping for a chance to just forget, to sleep, and I'm sure Ashley felt the same way.
As for Ben and James, they were welcomed with open arms, and got on incredibly with the others. They stayed with us for a few days, but soon decided to leave, as they wished to have their independance, something we all understood completely. We still stayed in contact with them, of course, even after all the police interviews, the questioning and the trial. Ben and James had become close friends and were like brothers to us, and after everything they'd done, there was no way we were letting them go!
So after what felt like an infinity, but in actual fact was a mere few months, of police investigation, of stressful days and restless nights, it was finally all over. Jonathan had been sentenced to life, and many of his accomplices were locked away, although none for as long. The relief that we all felt was so strong you could almost feel it, tangible and powerful. It was like when you go for several nights without sleep and you feel fine, but then when you actually get a chance to rest, it overwhelms you and the tiredness finally kicks in. When that happens, there is nothing better than lying on my big, double bed in my house, with Ashley in my arms, just being together and enjoying each others company. There was nothing I wanted more than to be with him forever.
"So," Ashley began, interrupting the calm serenity that filled the room and breaking the comfortable silence "what are we going to tell them?"
"Tell who?" My voice sounded slightly raspy.
"The fans. I mean like why we've been so absent the past few months, and about, y'know...us..." He murmured.
"Oh." Was all I could say. I had long ago decided I wanted them to know, and I knew Ashley did to. But in regard to the other...situation. I didn't like keeping things from the fans, but it wasn't something we could exactly announce. I wasn't even sure if it was legal to announce. "Well, I agree with you. About telling them, I mean. We should, we should tell them about us. But not the other stuff. I'm not even sure we can, actually, is it even legal?" I could feel my self growing overtired again, and chances of sleep tonight were fading rapidly.
"Yeah, yeah I think that's best." Ashes leaned his head down and kissed my forehead, a gentle but affectionate peck. I looked up at him and reached up to kiss him properly, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him closer. One hand found his hair, the other on his lower back as I melted into him. His taste was one I could never describe, so delicious. The feel of his body against mine was one I could never grow used to, nor did I want to. All I wanted was for the two of us to be together, in a never ending eternity. If time froze right now and I spent forever locked in his arms, it would be the happiest forever anyone could ever imagine.
The kiss soon began to deepen, getting more and more heated. I rolled over so I was on top of him, pinning him to the bed, but being careful not to put my full weight on him. He pulled me closer, and the friction of our skin rubbing together felt amazing. One of my favourite things about Ash was the fact he never wore a shirt, making my job so much easier. I began kissing from his lips, along his jawline and down his neck, stopping every so often to bit and suck at particular spots. I found his soft spot soon enough, and kissed there, the sound of his moans making me grow harder. I left my mark, then continued, moving on down his body, across his chest, teasing his nipples with my tongue, then moving further down. When I reached his waistline, I stopped and settled with just kissing his hipbones, teasing him as I got daringly close and then quickly moved away. His moans alone were making me feel incredible.
With expert fingers, I began undoing his fly and button, pulling his jeans down his body until they were completely off, and then just discarding them. I hooked one finger under his boxers and began slowly and teasingly pulling at them.
"Oh, no, baby. I think we need to make this a bit more fair..." He pulled me up towards him, then rolled us over. Ash began pulling at the hem of my shirt, and I stretched my arms above my head, easing its removal. He then slid down my body, leaving rough, slopping kisses on his way, and began undoing my pants, and then removing my boxers completely. Something told me he wasn't in the mood to tease, and just wanted to get straight to it, smiling at my now fully erect penis displayed before him
Suddenly, he took me into his mouth, almost fitting me in completely, and then began bobbing his head. My moans filled the room as he worked his way down, taking more of me in each time. He began darting his tongue about, licking the underside. I had to fight hard to resist thrusting into him, it felt amazing. My hand reached his hair, holding onto it as my head flew backward, moans coming loudly and freely now. I moaned and writhed and he sucked his cheeks in, causing me to cry out at the increased friction. His head continued bobbing up and down, the feeling alone was enough to make me come. But then Ashes began to pull away, giving my slit a sly, teasing lick before moving away completely and coming back up to kiss me.
"Mmmm, baby." I moaned as his lips crashed against mine again, with so much passion, so much lust and so much want. Our lips seemed to be perfectly in sync, moving with one and other without much effort required. I licked his lip, asking for entrance, pushing my tongue into his mouth as soon as he opened. He tasted amazing, everything about kissing him was amazing. My tongue worked its way around his mouth, tasting every inch and enjoying every second. I then pulled away and came back, this time biting on his bottom lip, causing him to moan and pull me tighter to him.
"Andy, mmm fuck, Andy!" I smiled slightly at hearing him moan my name. As he pulled away I smiled at him, giving him a slight wink. That was enough and he began pulling his boxers off, his hard on springing forth. He reached over to the bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. In a few swift actions he had poured some on his hands and began rubbing it on himself, covering his manhood completely, before moving back over to me. He lined himself up at my entrance, then looked at me to check it was OK. I nodded to him and he began pushing himself in. I bit down hard on my bottom lip to stop myself crying out. It had been a while since we'd done this, and I was still tight. I could feel tears beginning to form in my eyes, and Ashley saw them too. He stopped, but I shook my head at him.
"Keep going!" I all but whispered, worried if I tried to speak at a normal volume my voice would fail me. He nodded and gave me a small smile, before continuing inwards. He then stopped, giving me time to adjust. It was quicker this time than before, as this wasn't my first, and I reached out and squeezed his hip, telling him it was OK.
Ashes began pulling out, and then pushing back in again, slowly at first but it still felt incredible. All the pain had been replaced with incredible, unimaginable pleasure and I moaned, asking him to go harder...he did. He slammed into me time after time, and I moaned, every time. He began angling himself differently each time, trying to find my prostate. And when he did, oh God, it was like the most incredible wave of pleasure washed over me as he hit that bundle of nerves, and I screamed out his name. He smiled, knowing he'd hit it, and continued to trust into it time and time again. Every second of this was pure and utter pleasure, and it was oh so needed after the months we'd had. All I wanted was to be with Ashley forever. He continued slamming into me, I continued screaming and moaning and soon found myself pushing back against him, trying to take more and more of him in. Right now, I just wanted to feel him inside of me.
"Andy, baby I'm gunna-"
"Me too!"
I felt that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach, building up and up as he continued thrusting into me, until eventually there was no way to contain it, no way to contain the pleasure and the desire, and I came, spilling out over our stomachs and chests. I screamed his name so loud, not caring if anyone heard, as I had my release. Ashley soon followed after and I could feel his warm liquid inside of me as he cried out. He rode out his orgasm and then pulled out.
Lying beside me, he pulled me close into his arms, wrapping them around me and keeping me safe, whispering the words I love you. Slowly, our breathing began to slow, our heart rates to calm and the heat of the moment fade, leaving us. Just us. In our own perfect little world. I think a part of my had know all along that I loved Ashley, a part of my had always yearned for him. And finally, after everything, I'd gotten my way. Sure this wasn't our first time, and it was definitely not our last, but it was incredible, every second filled with passion, desire, lust, want and love.
Soon I began to feel the heavy rise and fall of Ashleys chest as he'd dozed off. It was always a beautiful thing to watch Ashes sleep, he looked so peaceful and innocent, so untouched by the horrors we'd encountered. And it made me think. Because really, everything we'd been through seemed very much like a story. It was out of the ordinary, not the norm, the sort of things that only happen in books or movies. But then, are whole lives had been kind of like that. Maybe that's what life was, just a story, and it doesn't end until you close the book. Some are happy, some are sad, some are written with more depth and complexity, and some are simple, sweet little stories. Some are more dramatic than others, and some are filled with lessons to be learned and experiences to enjoy. It was a concept that I rather enjoyed, but made me wonder. Who wrote the stories, who reads them, who remembers them. Will you have an author who wants to create drama, but also hurt, or someone who wants to write a sweet little love story. And in the end, as we face into the night, who will tell the story of your life...

Notes

Title: Lyrics from Black Veil Brides - In The End (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jnfKdCN2oOc)
Oh wow, guys. It's over. Yay? Sorry it took so long to finish writing this, but I think it came out good. Well, anyway, I had real fun writing this, it was actually really enjoyable. And I think (hope) my writing is at least a bit better than it was when I started. But anyway, that is that. I hope you guys enjoyed reading this, and hey, I might even write a sequel (but not for ages!!) I love you guys, thank you so much for reading<3