RATED 17 For: Vampire violence, suggestive phrases, and two boys kissing ( Deal with it )
He lay there, face turned away on the pillow, his cheeks dusted with stubble in the moonlight, clad in only boxers, his skinny body tangled in the sheets.
I was there for one purpose: to ease the Hunger coursing through my veins like Hellfire, to drink of him... to drain his blood.
WE were taught only three things when we were first allowed to hunt: Don't kill them, don't make them as one with you, and never, ever forget humans are bloodbags, nothing more.
It was hard: despite myself, this boy, this innocent... I desired him.
I sat on the bed besides him wordlessly, gazing at him, unable to resist stroking his cheek with my hand, staring at his closed eyes as the flickered in dreams.
Did he know I was there? Did he sense it?
It mattered not: I lowered my head, and began what I'd come for, drinking deep.
He sighed as in pleasure, and one hand briefly clutched my arm, then relaxed.
Before he knew, it was over.
I licked the wound to heal it, and sat a moment, staring at him.
He was..
I kissed his cheek, leaving a bloody mark.
I departed into the night, leaving him behind.
The next night, he lay nude, and I admired his body, the heat beading sweat in the light hair on his legs.
As I knelt to begin anew, his eyes opened, staring at me.
I stared back, frightened, as he sat up.
He didn't fear: he took my hand, and placed it on his chest, his heart beating beneath my fingers.
He stroked my cheek, savoring the coolness of my skin, then placed a deep kiss to my lips, as he pressed to me.
RATED 17 For: Vampire violence, suggestive phrases, and two boys kissing ( Deal with it )
He lay there, face turned away on the pillow, his cheeks dusted with stubble in the moonlight, clad in only boxers, his skinny body tangled in the sheets.
I was there for one purpose: to ease the Hunger coursing through my veins like Hellfire, to drink of him... to drain his blood.
WE were taught only three things when we were first allowed to hunt: Don't kill them, don't make them as one with you, and never, ever forget humans are bloodbags, nothing more.
It was hard: despite myself, this boy, this innocent... I desired him.
I sat on the bed besides him wordlessly, gazing at him, unable to resist stroking his cheek with my hand, staring at his closed eyes as the flickered in dreams.
Did he know I was there? Did he sense it?
It mattered not: I lowered my head, and began what I'd come for, drinking deep.
He sighed as in pleasure, and one hand briefly clutched my arm, then relaxed.
Before he knew, it was over.
I licked the wound to heal it, and sat a moment, staring at him.
He was..
I kissed his cheek, leaving a bloody mark.
I departed into the night, leaving him behind.
The next night, he lay nude, and I admired his body, the heat beading sweat in the light hair on his legs.
As I knelt to begin anew, his eyes opened, staring at me.
I stared back, frightened, as he sat up.
He didn't fear: he took my hand, and placed it on his chest, his heart beating beneath my fingers.
He stroked my cheek, savoring the coolness of my skin, then placed a deep kiss to my lips, as he pressed to me.
" Make me yours... " He whispered.
I drank, and he sighed.
He was mine.... forever.
THE END