Dancing In the Shadows
-Original
RP-
by
Shuuki and Pookie --
Kid:
Kid: He sighed.
"Same old --" He bit his tongue. He hated the sound of his own
name... of his own voice. He thunked his head lightly on the door jam as if to
knock the knowledge out. He'd begun doing things like that a lot lately. It
frightened him a bit but at the same time it jolted him with a little thrill.
Small acts of violence against himself: such a thing could almost become...
enjoyable. Even the growl in his stomach was strangely satisfying.
Guy: A small sound
echoed off empty streets, low and repetitive. He was whistling, a low and
monotonous rhythm. No real melody, no real song; it barely coincided with his
own solitary heartbeats. He was wandering aimlessly through the empty streets,
not caring where he would end up - admitting he ever stopped for that matter.
This was just like any other night. In his hand, he played with a small box
cutter, clicking the sharp blade in and out, following the same repetitive rhythm...
Kid: He sniffed
again and chewed on his knuckle - a habit he'd always had when he was nervous
or hungry. He sucked and bit at it, tasting the skin of each knuckle. He looked
at the red marks he left behind and licked at them absently...
Guy: He kept
shuffling across the empty streets, not taking care where he placed his feet.
He did not realize he had tripped himself over until the hard cold concrete
smashed into his face. In his hand the cutter flew back and a deep red gash
formed on his arm...
Kid: His head
jerked up. He thought he'd picked up... a whistle? His ears had always been
good. He sat on the step uncertainly. For all his nightcrawling he'd never
approached anyone... but something in him longed to forget the fear of city
dwellers and make contact. It was foolish... foolish for him to be standing up,
foolish for him to walk toward that sound. Adrenaline pumped through his system
with his recklessness.
Guy: He groaned as
the sharp pain coursed up his arm. Ever so slowly he pushed his body back up,
watching as a puddle of blood formed on the ground. He then absently ripped his
sleeve off and wrapped it around his bleeding arm. Only then did he realize the
smile on his lips. Having forgotten how to laugh a long time ago, only a broken
chuckle left his dry throat and then he started walking again.
Kid: He peeked
around an alley corner. A solitary figure strode toward him, disappearing in an
out of clouds of steam like something out of a ghost story... He stood frozen
by the sight.
Guy: His walking slowed
to a full stop. Slowly he reached into the deep pocket of his ragged trench
coat and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. His arm shaking he raised the last
one to his lips. He mumbled incomprehensibly as his lighter would not work, and
suddenly threw the useless thing away.
Kid: He flinched as
the lighter clattered to the ground, ready to take flight.
Guy: His eyes
peered into the darkness in front of him, an uneasy impression of being watched
suddenly running over him.
Kid: He reached a
trembling hand into his pocket and fingered the matches he always carried,
heart thumping crazily in his chest.
Guy: He stood
there, unmoving, unable to distinguish the person out there, but growing more
and more certain someone was there. He ran his hand through his hair - one of
those nervous tics of his - and barely noticed the blood seeping through his
makeshift bandages.
Kid: His lips
worked for a few minutes before he could coax any sound out of them...
"N-need a light?" he called softly.
Guy: He barely
heard the soft voice calling him out. He slowly turned and faced where the
sound originated. "Sure..." his senses were alert as he gazed in
front of him.
Kid: He stepped out
into the streetlight at the mouth of the alley but made no motion to move
forward. He was short, sixteen, and stuffed into an oversized navy peacoat.
Loose blond curls hung over his wide blue eyes and reached past his ears.
Guy: He watched the
youth step out of the shadows and quickly realized he was in no danger. He
dropped his cutter in his pocket and, presenting his hands clearly, he took a
step towards the youth.
Guy: He was taller,
eighteen, and wearing a long dark trench coat. Short black hair danced wildly
in the cold air, his green eyes never blinking. He wore a small chain necklace
around his neck with a pendant like a small dagger.
Kid: Eyes darted
over the approaching stranger, catching the pendant as it flashed in the dim
light and the bandage on his arm. 'Goth' was the first word that jumped to
mind. He wondered if he should be afraid. Most of the Goths he knew were
soft-hearted underneath...poetic and beautiful...
Guy: He never took
his eyes off the stranger in front of him. He looked too innocent and young to
be out here at this hour. A pang of sorrow caught in his chest as he saw himself
in those blue eyes. With a quick shake of the head he dismissed all thoughts
and stopped in front of him. And then he flashed a small smile. "What
about that light?"
Kid: The blonde
blinked and almost took a step back. He quickly pulled the matches out of his
pocket and flicked one with his thumbnail. It flared in his hand and he reached
out toward the other boy's cigarette.
Guy: He leaned
lightly and allowed him to light his cigarette. He then stood straight and
exhaled a deep cloud of smoke into the boy's face. "Thanks." He
looked away from the boy and took another whiff of his cigarette. "Now go
- home if you have to."
Kid: The kid waved
the smoke away, stopping as he caught the scent... "Cloves..."
Kid: "You've
got good taste," he smiled... it was that broad bewitching smile he never
knew he was using but people always claimed he had.
Guy: His eyes
darted back to the kid as he heard him. He looked at him smile for a minute and
then nodded, turning away again. "Yeah well, I'm out now."
Kid: 'Icy cold,' he
thought... 'just like everything else here.' His smile dropped and he looked
down at his shoes. He dug his fingernails into his palms, wishing he had the
strength to draw blood. 'I'm so tired of it...'
Kid: He said
without looking up, "That blood keeping you warm tonight?"
Guy: He stared out
at the nothingness around him and suddenly whipped around as he heard the kid's
question. He stared him for a while, his eyes growing harder by the second.
"Why do you ask?"
Kid: He stuffed his
hands into his pockets with a shrug, turning his head to the side. "’Cause
I'm always on fire when I cut myself..."
Guy: His lips
curled into a deadly smile. "Then you are not doing it right. My blood is
cold and frozen."
Kid: He looked up
and laughed. "You're being dramatic."
Guy: He heard the
laugh and felt his entire being shudder. His arm suddenly flew and gripped the
youth's neck tightly, slamming him against a wall. His eyes were furious.
"Don't. Laugh."
Kid: The blonde's
eyes flew wide and he clutched at the older boy's hands. He could smell his
strange musky scent, cigarettes, and blood as he leaned close. Punishment. My
punishment cause I'm always so stupid. My damn pretty face and my loose tongue.
Tears threatened at the corners of his eyes. The lack of oxygen made him feel
giddy. He almost managed to choke out a word... "Harder..."
Guy: It is an
amazing feeling when your body and soul act one way, but your consciousness
screams out "No". It was a feeling he lived for, this blood rush, this
instant before the kill. His hand had already pulled out his cutter and it
glittered dangerously across the youth's eyes. His grip did not falter. And
then he heard the word and his entire being shuddered. He pressed the kid
harder against the wall and released him. Breathing heavily he glared at the
kid.
Kid: He coughed and
rubbed at his throat, a thought flitting through his mind as to what marks must
be there now... he bruised so easily. He looked up into his attacker's eyes.
When he'd caught his breath he rasped out... "Finally... finally someone
who won't tolerate me..." and he smiled again, weak but dazzling.
Guy: His glare
slowly wavered, his mind trying to process what he was hearing. The word
'tolerate' kept repeating in his mind like a broken disc. He ran his hand to
through his hair, his body shivering lightly, his eyes riveted to the kid's
smile again.
Kid: He wanted to
laugh again but kept it in check and instead, shivered along with this other
nightcrawler, clinging to his sleeve.
Guy: He shook his
head, trying to clear his mind and looked at the kid. He asked in a low voice.
"What do you want?" He shoved the kid away and turned around, his
voice dripping with poison. "Stop smiling. You look like an idiot."
And he starting walking away. He then stopped and turned around, and flicked
his cigarette butt at the kid's face "Thanks for the light. Now let me
be."
Kid: 'I always see
to the core of everyone. They hate that I can see it. I follow the ones I want
to be with like a fool... pushing all my expectations on them, making all my
ridiculous speeches... driving everyone away. I can't change. I've tried. I
might as well follow my impulse.... what's the use in denying it? At least he
won't let me get away with shit.' He ran a few steps toward the retreating guy.
"I know you don't want to be alone!... no one does."
Guy: He turned
around in a flash, his cutter striking towards the kid's neck in one swift
move. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU KNOW OF ME!?!" His eyes blazing, he
slowly pushed the blade into the kid's throat, using every ounce of control
left in him not to draw blood.
Kid: He trembled
uncontrollably, walking the fine lines that made up the man before him.
"...I know... ...I...know..." he stated.
Guy: His breathing
grows heavier, his eyes glowing furiously. His blood rushes through his body as
he grips the cutter tighter. Small drops of blood drip from the soaked
bandages. "Shut the fuck up."
'You don't know me.
You never will. No one ever will. So shut up. Shut up.
shutup.shutup.shutupshutupshutupshutupshutup..' His mind rolls on endlessly,
completely disconnected from his body.
Kid: The kid licks
his lips nervously, wondering why he's so sure the man isn't insane. "You
want me to know... someone to know... I... I can't ask you to trust me... I
will let you down... but you... you can use me if you want to..."
"I'll smile like an idiot for you..." a smile threatens at the
corners of his mouth.
Guy: His world
slowly shatters. Bloody fragments of memories dance before his eyes as the
words sink in. 'use me. let me down. to know. trust...' His mind clings to that
last word. Slowly taking it and repeating it, uncoating all the vile lies that
lie behind them, slowly showing the dark demon that feeds on it. His body
shudders violently as he drops the cutter and steps back. Slowly he smiles, a
deadly secretive smile. His breathing barely coming under control he looks at
the kid and says in a surprisingly calm voice, "I only trust the dead.
Then you can smile all you want."
Kid: Slumps slowly
to the ground. Picks up the cutter and fingers it absently. Asks softly without
looking up at that smile, "Who was it? Who left you?"
Guy:
"Everyone..."
Kid: Looks up with
his doe-blue eyes. Smiles sadly. "Me too."
Guy: Looks into
those blue eyes, his face expressionless. Opens his mouth to say something, but
only air exits his dry throat.
Kid: He gets up
shakily from the frozen pavement and walks over to his silent attacker. He
takes his hand and places the cutter in it. "My name's Justin..."
Guy: Looks down on
his cutter and closes his hand. Suddenly stuffs the cutter back in his pocket
and starts looking for his pack of cigarettes. Curses softly as he remembers he
is out. Looks vaguely past Justin, not wanting to look at him.
Justin: "I'm a
fool with nowhere to go tonight... Can I buy you a pack?"
Guy: Looks at the
kid, and almost smiles. Extends his arm out towards the empty streets, as if
inviting him to walk with him. "Lead the way..."
Justin: Looks up
into the older teen's face and smiles, shock and delight lighting his eyes.
Shakes himself mentally and leads his new companion toward the nearest
convenience store.
Guy: Watches the
smile again, that idiotic smile, that captivating smile. Looks away and notices
his dead lighter lying on the ground. Mentally curses himself for having thrown
it away like that.
With a sigh, he
follows the kid, slowly regaining all the sanity he possessed.
Justin: He stuffed
his hands in his pockets again, trying to recapture his spent warmth. He
listened to the sound of their footsteps falling on the street and struggled
with the ball of emotion in his throat. The man next to him - a stranger - out
of control one moment and silent as stone the next... 'I really do bring out
the worst in people...' but he still couldn't help feel elated as he walked
next to him.
Guy: He tried to
ignore the one walking by his side as best as he could. But he could not keep
that smile out of his head. Still, deep in the back of his mind, his words
repeated relentlessly. 'What is it with that kid... What did he do to me?...'
He did the only thing he could do and he let the repetitive noise of their
footsteps wash over him, guiding his beating heart.
Justin: The pair
ducked in and out of the convenience store, Justin clutching a steaming cup of
coffee and the other lighting up a fresh clove cigarette.
Guy: He inhaled
deeply from his cigarette, feeling intense relief at the familiar smell and
taste of it. He looked at Justin clutching his cup of coffee.
"Thanks." He took another whiff of his cigarette and blew out the smoke
in the empty street, considering which way he should go now.
Justin:
"Sure," he answered quietly. He shuffled awkwardly from one foot to
the other, warming his hands with the cup. After a moment he asked,
"Where... where are you going?"
Guy: He shrugged
and took a step out on the street. "Anywhere... nowhere..." He looked
left and right still pondering, growing ever more so aware of his bloodied
bandages around his arm.
Guy: On a whim, he
turned left and started walking down the empty stretch of road.
Justin: Justin
watched him and wondered where he crashed when he just couldn't go on anymore.
He imagined a squat apartment, dirty, messy, dark shades on the window, old
food on the small stove, the smell of clove cigarettes hanging in the air...
His musings were interrupted as the taller boy moved away. He ran after him
instinctually.
Guy: He stopped and
turned around when he heard Justin run after him. His gaze became cold as he
asked quietly. "Why are you following me?"
Justin: Stopped
abruptly. "I... I..."
'I don't want to be
alone either.'
"...I want to
see where you end up..."
Guy: His eyes grew
slightly wider as he heard that and his lips curled into a small smile.
"So you want to see where I end up?"
Justin: He relaxed
a bit and said more boldly, "Yeah... I do."
Guy: "And why
would you want such a stupid thing?"
Justin: "I
told you... I'm a fool."
Justin: He smiled
lopsidedly.
Guy: He could have
almost laughed at that. Almost. He mumbled as he turned around and kept walking
"A dead fool for that matter."
Guy: "Go home
little fool. Don't be an idiot." He waved his hand and walked away.
Justin: Moves to
catch up with him. "No one would miss me!"
Guy: Stops.
"Then no one would bother with your corpse."
Justin: Looks down
and his feet and says, "The average funeral costs upwards of $5000. It'll
save them the money... besides... I'd be dead already if you really wanted to
kill me, right?"
Guy: Turns around
and looks at him, his eyes cold as ice, his voice low and dangerous. "I
did not kill you because that would have been a kindness. Do not test my
patience." Smiles grimly and adds, "Besides, it's not me you should
be worried about."
Justin: Tears that
have been threatening all night bubble up and run down his face. We strike out
when we've been hurt. We exchange hurt for hurt in a cycle of pain that never
ends. 'Damn I didn't want to cry, not any more... damn!'
"You're
right!" he explodes. "I am worthless! I'd be better off dead! But I
will test your patience! I don't know how to do anything else! I see who you
are and you'll hate me! It's my freakin' M.O.!"
Guy: His body
tensed as he heard those words thrown at him 'I won't allow you to see me.
Never. Not you. Not anyone.' He watched the tears stream down his face and felt
something in him turn. In a sudden move, he slammed his punch into Justin's
face, sensing pain course through his arm.
"Get over
yourself you moron! If you're going to be so weak then maybe you would be
better off dead." He takes out his cutter and throws it at his feet and
turns around.
Justin: The kid
hits the sidewalk with a crack, catching his head with his arm and saving
himself a worse injury. We strike out, back and forth, blow for blow... He
sniffles helplessly, chuckling through his swelling face... 'He hit me...he
really hit me.' He looks up at the older boy's back and says, "Thank
you."
Guy: "Don't
you dare thank me..." He looked down to the ground, his fist still
clenched, his body still tense. One can never understand their actions fully.
We always expect things to go on their normal way, stable, never changing,
monotonous routine of life. But it never does. There is always something to
disrupt it. 'Damn kid...'
Justin: He staggers
to his feet, his head reeling a bit, and holds his bruised cheek. He
straightens as best he can and smiles. "I've got a hard head... takes a
lot to bang some sense into it... I'll follow you."
Guy: A small,
unseen smile curves his lips as he starts walking again. He calls out roughly,
"Then make yourself useful and pick up my blade."
Justin: 'Useful...'
The word plays around in his shaken brain and he grins drunkenly. He nabs up
the blade and trots after his new companion.
Guy: 'What am I
doing? Why am I doing this?...' A small shudder runs up his back as an unwanted
memory is blocked out. He looks up and turns down an alleyway, heading towards
his final destination.
Justin: Justin rubs
his sore cheek as the shock wears off and the pain sets in. He glances at his
companion's bandage as they wind through the streets.
Guy: After
wandering through many empty streets, the pair stops in a dark back alley. A
small rusted door stands on a side, a large lock broken off ages ago.
Justin: It's one of
those many anonymous doors that populate a city, blank and mysterious. Justin wonders
vaguely what lies behind and if it's someplace he can get some ice...
Guy: He looks at
the door and gives it a hard kick, throwing the door open and steps inside,
barely noticing the heavy stench that lies on the bottom floor. He starts up
the stairs, forgetting to warn his newfound companion of the dangerous steps.
Justin: Justin
picks his way carefully up worn metal steps, clanking sounds reverberating
through the warehouse they've just entered. He stumbles unexpectedly, saving
his skull another bash with one hand.
Justin: He shakes
his strained wrist with a low curse and continues up after the taller boy.
Guy: Without
looking back down at Justin says, "Watch your step..."
Justin: Massages
his wrist as he follows, laughing under his breath, "I'm such a
klutz."
Guy: As he arrives
at the end of the steps, proceeds to take off his coat and tosses it on a
makeshift hanger. He then goes to turn up the stove and tries to warm his hand
up a little.
Justin: The small
blonde lingers at the top of the tall flight and looks around the room. He
almost laughs out loud. 'Just like I imagined only bigger. Who does this guy
think he is? The Crow or something?'
He pulls in and
lets out a slow breath. 'Well whatever.' ^^
Guy: He waves at an
old yet still comfortable couch by the stairs "Make yourself at
home..." He then walks towards a small fridge and pulls out a can of beer.
He hesitates for a second and tosses one to the kid. "Here..."
Justin: He catches
the can with a fumble and wanders over to the couch. He sits down without
removing his coat and holds the can to his cheek.
Guy: He drinks up
his beer in big gulps and collapses heavily on his bed. Eyes his unexpected
guest for a moment.
Justin: Justin
blinks up as he senses his eyes on him, feeling a rush at just an acknowledging
look.
Guy: Suddenly gets
up and throws his empty can away. Slowly gets another one and walks back to the
bed, never really taking his eyes off Justin and not having anything to say.
Justin: The dull
ache in his jaw has spread up to his head, wrapping around the swirly feel of
sleep-deprivation and wringing a yawn from his rosy lips. He hides it under his
sleeve as he steals glances around the room. It's all he can do not to curl up
on the couch in a fetal position and pass out.
Guy: Recognizes the
lack of sleep in his guest and sighs heavily. Slowly gets up and looks around
for a while. Finally pulls out a large rough blanket he uses in the dead of
winter and tosses it at the kid. "Get some sleep... you look
terrible."
Guy: Then walks
towards his bathroom shaking his head, intent on changing his bandages after
having slowly remembered the dull pain in his arm. 'Something is definitely
wrong with me...'
Justin: "Heh.
I hear that a lot." Feels his body tugging him downwards even as he
mumbles. He wraps the blanket around him. "Thank you..." leaves a
space for his host's name.
Guy: Stops for a
second and turns around, looking at the shape wrapped in the blanket on his
couch. "Rick..." The words are just loud enough for him to hear.
Rick: A smile briefly
lightens his face as he goes about changing his bandages 'Definitely something
wrong with me...'
Justin: Justin
sighs Rick's name as he snuggles against a lumpy pillow, drinking in the
unfamiliar scent even as sleep claims him.
Rick: In a few
overly practiced moves, he quickly cleans his deep wound and wraps it tight. As
he walks back out, he notices Justin fast asleep on the couch. He hovers over
the youth for an instant before turning around and collapsing himself in his
bed, hoping for unconsciousness to take him fast enough.
Justin: Early
morning light tries to struggle through the painted warehouse windows. Justin
lays awake, stretching his stiff limbs on and off. He watches the sleeping form
a few feet away, slow breath rising and falling under a faded black tee.
Justin: The
debating has been going on for some time... He drags himself to a sitting
position and pads gingerly over to the bed. He stands for a moment over the
larger boy, quaking slightly. Finally he slips down next to him, curling up on
his side, clinging to the blanket between them.
Rick: Dark shadows
dance inside his closed eyes. Somewhere deep inside his mind, the last of his
consciousness struggles to maintain a resemblance of control. It is a terrible
feeling knowing what will happen but not having any power over it. A feeling he
has grown to know oh to well...
Suddenly his mind
is propelled into the overly familiar dream... only to end as suddenly as it
came. With a start and a loud gasp, Rick sits up in his bed, pearls of sweat
covering his forehead. He instinctively raises his hand to his necklace,
finding some comfort in its presence as he tries to calm his frayed nerves
down.
Rick: His eyes then
wandered to his side, where he realized what the added warmth he had felt was.
He felt his entire body shiver violently and already shaken by his nightmare he
sensed his anger rising rapidly.
Justin: Justin
pushed himself up on one elbow, not entirely surprised by Rick's sudden jerk.
He resisted the incredible urge to lay a hand on his arm and instead spoke his
name softly, "Rick?..."
Rick: His eyes
blazing with unrestrained fury, he barely managed to control his growing temper
long enough to utter a warning: "Get. Out." As the words left his
mouth he suddenly lunged at Justin, grabbing at his neck with all his strength.
Justin: Justin
pushed himself backward and right off the bed, landing with a thump on the
floor. He wasted no time pushing himself back toward the couch. "What!?
What is it?!"
Rick: His mind screamed
in terror as familiar and painful memories flooded him. With every one of his
heartbeats he felt himself loosing himself deeper and deeper in his nightmares.
And there was nothing he could do. It was all happening again... 'Please
stop... pleasestop... pleasestop... not this again... pleasestoppleasestop...'
Rick: His body
slowly stepped out of the bed, breathing heavily, with only one objective in
mind as his eyes burned into Justin: Kill.
Justin: 'He can't
see it's me.' Calls out, "Rick, it's me! Justin!" Stresses his name
again, "JUSTIN!"
Justin: Watches
Rick's steady approach with building apprehension. Continues hurriedly,
"See this?!" Points to his bruise. "This is the bruise you gave
me last night." Smiles. "I'm the hard-headed fool remember? The
smiling fool."
Rick:
'Justin...Justin...' His mind clings to that name like a hopeless anchor,
fighting with itself over control of Rick's body.
He takes another
step forward. And then another, slightly more hesitant...
'Smiling fool...'
Something inside
him snaps as he collapses to his knees, his head held tight in his shaking
hands as a howling cry resonates through his empty home...
Justin:
"Rick..." he mouths the name softly, tears edging up at his eyes. He
edges carefully over to the broken boy and lifts a shaking hand.
Justin: A strange
thought skitters across his brain...'Like coaxing a wild animal...'
Rick: His body
shivers violently but he does not move, not even realizing the presence of the
other boy...
Justin: As his hand
reaches Rick's mussy black hair, 'Animals can sense fear. Animals can sense
compassion. We humans are all just animals anyway aren't we?'
Rick: Suddenly
looks up as he senses the hand, and stares at Justin, his eyes both wild and
afraid...
Justin: Murmurs
soothing nothings as he brings it gently down and over Rick's hair.
"Shhh... It's okay Rick. It's Justin... shhh..."
Rick: Ever so
slowly, he regains his sanity as his eyes start loosing their fear and return
to their usual coldness...
Justin: Sighs at
the change in Rick's face. Smiles wide with relief.
Rick: Collapses to
the floor, sensing relief in the cold surface on his back and runs his hand
nervously through his hair, his breathing uneven. Instinctively reaches for his
cigarettes but remembers they are in his coat.
Justin: "I'll
get them." Justin runs to Rick's coat, returning with the cigarette pack
and matches.
Rick: In a barely
audible breath, "Thank you..." Reaches for his cigarette and shakily
tries to light it.
Justin: Sits
cross-legged next to Rick, noting the lack of carpet and cold of the floor.
'Even now...he always says thank you...'
Rick: Sighs in
relief as he finally manages to light his cigarette and inhales deeply.
Justin: He watches
Rick take hasty drags of his cigarette, both their heartbeats returning to
normal.
Rick: He lets out a
heavy sigh and looks at Justin, unsure what to do or say. Opens his mouth, but
hastily closes it, along with his eyes.
Justin:
'Nightmares... I used to wish I had those... the kind that make you wake up
screaming... just so someone would hold me...' Looks down into his fisted
hands.
Rick: Shadows still
lingered in his eyes, but they were running away now. Funny how they looked so
pathetic now. Nothing like the demons that plagued him. He did not want to open
his eyes quite yet, finding some odd comfort in the fleeting shadows.
Justin: He finds
himself talking suddenly... "Can... Can I touch you?..." He's not
sure who he asking for, Rick or himself... He steels himself for the answer
he's sure he'll get.
Rick: His eyes fly
open, unsure he heard the question right. He watches Justin intensely, trying
to find sense in his words. "Why in the world would you want to do
that?"
Justin: He twists
the fabric of his pants between his fingers and stutters.. "I... I mean,
would it help? I mean... if you got used to it..."
Justin: It is
always easier to help others than it is to help oneself. A caretaker's instinct
kicks in, to forget one's own sorrow in someone else's... to feel...
'useful'...
Rick: "Who
says I wanted help?..." His voice seemed harder that he really needed it
to be. He took a last drag of his cigarette and absently flicked it away,
avoiding Justin's eyes. 'You've already done enough...' Yet the thought did not
manage to find his voice.
Justin: "Are
you really that cold?" he asked thoughtfully. "Your skin didn't feel
like it when I touched your head..."
'When I touch you I
see blood, glass, and scattered blackbirds...'
'I want to touch it
again....'
Rick:
"Yes..." He barely breathed the word. "Everything in me is cold"
he continued, his voice barely above a whisper.
'Warmth requires
life...life that was stripped away from me...'
Rick: He looks into
Justin's eyes. 'Leave me before you suffer anymore...'
Justin: "There
you go being dramatic again..." The words sound just like his mother's. He
smiles. "Just like me."
Rick: "Your
point being?"
Justin: He sighs a
little. "The point being, I understand... if only a little..." he
grows a bit bolder again... "Would you show it to me?"
Rick: His thoughts
wander off for a moment, barely paying attention to Justin's words. As he
listens to them he is suddenly caught unprepared by the question. "Show
what?"
Justin: Darkness
and wonder seep into his words... "Show me what it feels like to bleed so
cold...." A shiver runs through him at his own request, thrilling and
horrifying all at once.
Rick: He stares at
Justin, blinking once, letting his words sink in. He raises himself up on his
elbows, his eyes still on the boy. "Why...?"
Justin: Sits
wordless for a moment, the question taking him by surprise. "Why..."
he repeats softly.
Rick: Gazes at
Justin, waiting with surprising patience for his answer.
Justin: Chews on
his lip, lightheaded at gaining another look from his dark companion. 'I'm such
an idiot...'
"Nevermind...
it doesn't matter."
Rick:
"Idiot." He still looks at Justin, but his eyes are almost soft.
"You should know why you want something..." Sits himself up fully.
"If not, it is not worth having..." His last words trail off into
silence.
Justin: He hides
his head under his crown of golden curls. "I want to know what it feels
like... what real pain feels like..."
Rick: 'Why would
you want that?' But he holds his question. "It's not what you
think..." He hesitantly raises his arm, but can't seem to move it towards
Justin's head. 'What am I doing?...'
Justin:
"...what you're pain feels like..."
'Please touch
me...'
Rick: "...It's
lonely...and cold..."
He slowly
approaches his hand and carefully touches Justin's soft hair.
Justin: A shaky
exhale rushes out of his lungs as if he's been holding his breath. He shivers
and leans into the touch. It's cold and warm and sends electricity through
him...
Rick: A shiver runs
through his body as he feels the warm and soft hair in his hand. His senses
tingle, as if awakening from a long slumber. He gently runs his hand in the
hair, and then trails his fingers along Justin's cheek.
'I want...'
Justin: A little
whimper falls off his lips as Rick leaves trails of fire along his cheek. He
cocks his head gently to the side, leaning into and moving with the motion of
Rick's slender fingers. All thought, sense and reason is lost in that one
moment.
Rick: Actions and
desires become blurred in that moment, control shattering and instinct taking
over.
He gently pulled Justin
closer to him, their faces barely touching. The proximity made his blood rush.
He looked deep into the boy's eyes and finally smiled. Leaning to his ear, he
gently whispered "Do you still want?..."
Justin: He feels
his head spin as blood rushes to and from various parts of his body. A
maelstrom of confusion and emotion beats in his chest. "I want..." He
couldn't voice what he wanted. He was caught again, high and fixed on this
human before him. He would take whatever he was given.
Rick: That was enough
for him. He did not know what he wanted, simply that he did. His eyes took on a
devilish look as he nibbled on Justin's earlobe. "Good..." Smiling,
he made his way down to Justin's neck, nipping at it lightly.
Justin: Wide blue
eyes shot open as Rick began his work... Why surprise should grip him seemed
ludicrous... this gravitation between them... something inside him knew it had
been leading to this... but he'd never expected... a boy was kissing him...
However, these thoughts all seemed powerless and meaningless under this
raven-haired boy's touch.
Rick: He sensed
Justin react under his touch with forgotten joy. He gently forced him down, and
smiled as he hovered above him. Somewhere in the depth of his mind something
was questioning his actions. But no longer did anything matter. He could not
understand what it was about the golden-haired boy that attracted him so.
Gazing into the blue eyes he found enough of an answer and leaned to kiss the
soft lips.
Justin: Another
whimper welled up from the back of his throat as Rick's lips made contact. It
was wild and strange, this male's kiss. Something thrilled inside him at the
heavy male presence above him. He picked up taste of clove tobacco on his
lips...his lips were so soft just like any girl's...but demanding and
dominating...it made him dizzy.
Rick: He prolonged
the kiss, tasting the warmth on the soft lips...He let the sensation slowly
conquer his body. Slowly, his tongue found its way through Justin's lips. A low
moan escaped his lips as he started exploring the depth of his mouth...
Justin: Justin held
the front of Rick's shirt in each hand, meeting his mouth hungrily, his young
body on fire instantly.
Rick: Rick was
almost surprised at the hunger he could sense in Justin, desire that only
increased his own. He pulled himself closer to him, kissing Justin fiercely.
Moments later, he pulled back and looked at the figure under him, catching his
breath...
Justin: Justin lay
panting, a pink flush on his cheeks. One hand remained tangled in Rick's tee.
He lay his free wrist on his forehead and turned his blue eyes on Rick, fear
and desire dancing together.
Rick: Rick admired
the blush on Justin's face with a smile. He took the hand hiding Justin's face
and pulled it back over his head. He stared into his eyes and seeing no hint of
refusal, leaned for another brief yet fierce kiss...
Justin: He moaned
lightly into Rick's returning mouth as his wrist was pinned above his head. He
shifted under the larger body, longing for closeness, for friction.
Rick: Not breaking
the kiss, he roughly pulled Justin upwards and rapidly helped him out of his
coat. A sharp clanging sound was heard as his cutter fell out of one of the
pockets. He then pinned Justin back down, his free hand roaming down the length
of his shirt while he started kissing Justin's soft neck. His hand then went to
the cutter lying right beside him...
Justin: He shivers
as the cold, hard floor meets his back. "Harder," he pants in Rick's
ear. "Squeeze my wrists harder..."
Rick: In response
to the plea, Rick increases the pressure on the wrist, squeezing hard enough to
snap the bones. He then pulls back, still keeping Justin pinned under him, and
a soft clicking sound is heard; the blade of his cutter is now free. He lifts
the cutter and runs the blade gently down Justin's cheek, and down his
neckline, the sharp blade barely touching the skin, yet enough to leave a thin
trail of blood...
Justin: The small
boy gasps at the sensation, glad for the pain in his wrist to detract from the
line of fire down his cheek and neck. He digs his nails through Rick's shirt
and utters a small cry. He wonders briefly what he must look like now...
purpling bruise on his cheek, long red scratch down the other...
Rick: He smiles
down at Justin as the blade wanders to the edge of his clothing. He runs the
blade down the length of the shirt, gently parting some of the fabric. Slowly
he leans down and licks Justin's neck, tasting the fresh blood. He runs his
free hand under the clothing, slowly moving up the bare chest, the clothing parting
effortlessly over it.
Justin: Justin knew
he should be worried about the shredding of his shirt, but found it only
excited him. He felt reckless and drunk on Rick's caresses.
Justin: It was
deliciously frightening... this feeling point of breaking... like a storm
threatening to break over silent waters...
Rick: He could
sense his blood beat faster. 'He tastes so... warm.' He could not help it now,
and as he ran the sharp edge of the blade down Justin's exposed chest. A red
line trailed down the center of his chest and curved back up under his pecs.
The sight of it all quickened his pulse even more as his tongue followed the
red rivers.
Justin: He cried
out under the slice of the blade and curled a bit at the waist. Rick's tongue
was all over him, long, wet and hungry. He didn't look down... 'Don't look
down,' his mind warned him... He clutched to the back of Rick's shirt and
gasped for breath... His skin burned cool and hot, like a fever...
Rick: He relished
the cry Justin gave, the gasp for breath. He sensed the hands on his shirt and
regretted not having taking it off earlier. Slowly he looked up at Justin, the
corners of his eyes starting to blur red. Gently he called his name, his gaze
fixed on him.
Justin: The sound
of his name from Rick's throat was like nothing he'd ever heard before... It
struck a chord deep within and his very core quivered in response. He could
speak no word as he gazed up at the dark raven above him.
Justin: He was
caught by that storm... and he was drowning...
Rick: Somewhere in
the depth of his mind, a memory started blooming. A deep red rose, a bleeding
rose... When he saw Justin respond to him, he smiled. A simple smile he had not
known in so long. He slowly licked clean the blade, letting the taste of blood
and metal linger in his mouth before kissing Justin.
Justin: The smile
was like a cold wave breaking over him. He kept his eyes open as Rick kissed
him, as if closing them would erase the image from his mind... 'He smiled...'
Rick: Learn from
your mistakes. Someone had once told him that. They also liked to smile. They
were no more. For the briefest instant he was scared. But the warmth coming
from Justin overtook him, erasing all his thoughts and fears. He reluctantly
pulled back from the kiss. He longed for that warmth now. He reached to take
off his shirt.
Justin: Justin
gasped as the black tee pulled back from pale skin, lean muscle moving under
slashes of scar tissue... battle scars from a past Justin knew nothing about...
Justin: He reached out
a hand and ran a finger down a long stripe over Rick's heart...
Rick: He shuddered
lightly as his fingers ran down his scar...
Rick: It had been
so long... He gazed down at Justin, wondering what the boy was thinking now...
In his hand, he gently clicked the blade in and out...
Justin: Justin
pushed himself up and leaned his head against Rick's chest, tracing the scar
with his fingertips... he leaned forward and licked the old wound.
Rick: His senses
suddenly flared under the soft touch. He barely managed to repress a soft moan
from escaping...
Rick: Slowly he
raised the blade and set the flat side of it on Justin's back. Ever so slowly
he raked the flat blade down Justin's spine.
Justin: It bumped
down his curved back and he sighed and arched as he continued his path, tasting
each of Rick's ancient wounds... connecting the dots with his mouth... 'He
smells so good...'
Rick: Justin's
touch was unbearably sweet on him... He yearned for more... The blade slowly
made its way to his lower back. There he pressed the flat of the blade deep
into Justin's flesh and pulled it back, leaving a small mark. It continued
making marks all along his back until Rick flipped the blade and gently pressed
the sharp edge on the soft skin.
Justin: 'It's like
he wants to mark me... mark me as his own...' It was a heady thought but
disturbing at its base... Like sharing a blood bond... that sacred bond that
can never be broken. The small boy looked up into Rick's eyes begging for the
refuge of his kiss.
Rick: He looked
into those pleading eyes and thought he saw something else. 'Why do you look at
me so?...' He leaned and whispered softly into his ear "Are you afraid of
me?..." At those words, another small red line was formed on Justin's soft
back.
Justin: His velvety
voice was enough to soothe his fear and mold the pain of the blade into
something erotic. Justin arched himself against Rick's broad chest, his
temperature flaring. He uttered a little cry of pleasure and moved himself
needily against Rick's skin.
Rick: The cry
echoed through his being, sending waves of pleasure across him. He pulled
Justin closer to him and kissed him hungrily while decorating Justin's back
with one more red line.
Justin: Justin
returned his kiss passionately, eyes squeezed shut and crying into his mouth.
He raked his fingernails lightly over the back of Rick's arms and writhed in
his embrace.
Justin: "Do
things to me..." he slipped the words through their kisses.
Rick: The words
barely registered in his mind, all he could think of at the moment was the
blond haired youth squirming in his arms. In a swift move, the blade flew up
Justin's back, leaving a long thin trail of blood. At the same moment, he broke
off the kiss, a small grin on his face. "Be careful what you wish
for," he barely whispered, his eyes drinking in the young face.
Justin: The blade
held not even half the power Rick's fingers had over him. Their icy heat shot
through him, searing his skin in the blade's wake. His blush was crimson,
flushing over his body, his expression mirroring the heat running through him.
Rick: He licked his
lips, lust and desire beating wildly through his veins. He just could not get
enough of Justin's face. His hand trailed along his cheek before pushing him
down onto the cold floor. He gently brushed his hand along his chest, circling
around his exposed nipple. Rick could only see Justin now and he did not even
notice the blade slowly running down his arm.
Justin: He panted
rapidly under battling sensations of soft pleasure and sharp pain. He felt
helpless under the looming form above him and moaned through his breaths.
Justin:
"Rick..."
Rick: He caught his
breath as he heard his name being uttered. Something about it was different...
yet familiar. The moaning form under him quickly returned to his thoughts and he
leaned over Justin and teasingly licked his nipple.
Justin: He felt the
flesh of it rise under Rick's warm lick. His eyes squeezed shut and he moaned
again, arching into Rick's mouth.
Rick: He took the
erect nipple in his mouth and slowly started sucking on it. The blade kept
making its way down Justin's arm until it reached his hand. There Rick flipped
it around and closed Justin's hand on the handle.
Justin: Justin
flexed his fingers around the hilt, the bleeding flesh of his arm responding
painfully.
Justin: The pain
sang in unison with Rick's teeth as they grazed his sensitive nipple.
Rick: He moved his
hand up along Justin's arm, raking his fingers along the ridges of the cut.
Rick: He nibbled
sharply at Justin's nipple before slowly puling back, giving it one last
teasing lick.
Justin: He let out
a stuttering cry and almost dropped the cutter.
Rick: He grinned at
hearing the cry, his body shivering lightly at the surge of feeling it created.
He quickly closed Justin's hand on the cutter again and lifted it to his own
chest.
Rick:
"Justin..." His voice was barely above a whisper now...
Justin: Justin
watched dazedly as if witnessing a dream... blood oozing down his raised arm,
hand wrapped around a cutter aimed at Rick's broad chest... "Yes?" His
voice was small and shaky.
Rick: He smiled at
Justin... Without saying a word he leaned towards him, the blade slowly cutting
into his chest, and ran his hand through the soft hair. He barely winced at the
sharp pain exploding in his chest, all his feeling and emotions concentrated in
his hand and Justin's hair.
Justin: He could
only watch, morbidly fascinated by the scene unfolding before him... Rick's
hand was tender in his hair and without mercy on his own chest. Justin tried to
pull his hand back as blood welled up from the cut and flowed down Rick's
chest...
Justin: He pushed
himself back up and touched the wound tentatively.
Justin: He turned
his hand over and stared at his fingers, red-stained with human blood.
Rick: As he felt
Justin's hand on him, he suddenly froze, a shiver crossing his body. His body
seemed to burn under his touch.
He watched Justin's
blood stained hand with morbid fascination...
Rick: He licked his
lips, his vision slowly tainting red, his eyes focused on his blood on Justin's
hand...
Justin: He sat
still for a long moment, blue eyes riveted on his hand. Slowly and deliberately
he brought his finger to his mouth and tasted...
Rick: Rick smiled,
his blood beating frantically now, as he watched Justin taste the blood.
Rick: He leaned and
whispered softly in his ear "How does it feel?..."
Rick: He nibbled on
his ear and added "How does it taste?..."
Rick: Kissing
softly down his neck "My cold blood..."
Justin: His eyes
slipped shut as he sucked, letting the substance sit on his tongue for a
moment. He pulled in a breath and touched it to the roof of his mouth, allowing
the flavor to bloom on his taste buds. It was warm... foreign... but so very
human... it was Rick... his passion, his being, his bond... and all of his
sorrow. Images of blood, glass, and blackbirds shattered behind his closed
eyes.
Justin:
"Dark..." Justin murmured as he let Rick's kisses wash over him...
Justin:
"Human..."
Rick: The words hit
him like sharp shards of glass. Pain against desire. He never wanted to hear
those words, but he did nothing to stop them and only continued kissing Justin.
Justin: Justin
could feel himself tangling somewhere deep inside. Dark emotions collided and
swirled with gentleness... guilt, desire, compassion... the lines blurred as
Rick kissed ever downward. Every touch of his lips compelled Justin and drew
him in like a vortex. The ache between his legs brushed against Rick's thigh as
he moved. He held a cry back as it swelled slightly.
Rick: He felt as
though he was on a bed of dark roses. The soft petals caressed him and lured
him, but beneath them hid sharp thorns, waiting to pierce his body. Yet he
could not resist the softness of the petals. Drops of dark blood escaped his
scarred body, creating a wild painting where they struck.
He slowly made his
way down Justin's exposed chest, rubbing ever so slightly against his swelling
manhood. A strange feeling grew in him as he raised his head and looked at
Justin.
Justin: Justin
blinked back... a bruised and bleeding little angel... blushing with his own
radiant heat in the faint light of morning...
Rick: Smiles at the
picture he is presented with, almost afraid that this is but a dream... 'This
cannot be true...'
Justin: He caressed
the raven's cheek and returned his smile... "Touch me" ...the deeper
meaning of his request was not lost Rick...
Rick: After
watching his smile bloom, he slowly started unbuttoning Justin's pants... and
freed Justin's swelled manhood. He ran a soft finger along its length.
Justin:
"Aaah!" A cry exploded from Justin's lips as Rick stroked him and he
nearly came in his hand. He grasped Rick's shoulders and bit his lip hard...
Rick: He couldn’t
help but grin at his reaction. He leaned over it and swiftly took it in his
mouth... He ran is tongue along it, gently stroking its length.
Justin: The
sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt... so slick and warm and...
"Nn-! Rick... I can't!.." He choked out the words as his hips
strained forward.
Rick: He slowly
pulled back, his tongue swirling one last time at the tip.
Justin: He cried
out as Rick released him, half in relief and half in the agony of denial.
Rick: His fingers
trailed along the flushed member and gently played with its tip.
Justin: Justin
responded with a heavy moan... 'So good...'
Rick: He leaned over
Justin and kissed him deeply, his fingers slowly probing Justin's entrance.
Justin: Justin eyes
shot wide at the intimate place Rick's fingers suddenly appeared. He hadn't
thought far enough to expect this and he squirmed a bit under the prodding.
Rick: He murmured
gentle words of reassurance to Justin. He looked at him, his eyes asking his
unasked question. For the first time he felt hesitation and it threatened to
destroy all his frail stability... He wanted him.
Justin: If it were
possible, Justin's eyes widened even further at Rick's gentleness. His voice
was still cool velvet on his ears, soothing and arousing, but no longer
demanding.
Rick: The growing
bulge in his pants started aching as he gazed at Justin's face. Deep in the
back of his mind he prayed Justin would not say no...
Justin: Justin felt
his heart constrict. 'Don't... Don't...don't ask me for anything... Don't let
me break you...'
Justin: "I'm
not worth it..." his last thoughts slipped out in a whisper.
Rick: Time dripped
by with each of his heartbeats. He struggled not to let the words enter his
mind. He felt his hand grip Justin's shoulder tightly. What was he thinking?
How could he have let himself be so open...
'A dream... just a
stupid... dream...'
Rick: He could feel
a wave of dark ice crashing on him... and he welcomed it.
Justin: Justin
watched with horror as Rick's eyes began to frost over. 'What's wrong with me?
Why do I always need someone else to be strong for me? I'm so stupid!' ...He
put on his smile and spread his legs wide before Rick...
Justin: "Touch
me anyway..."
Rick: He looked at
him, a grim smirk on his lips as he heard Justin's plea.
Rick: He slowly
pulled himself back and started unbuttoning his own pants, his cold eyes never
leaving Justin's face.
'Be careful what
you ask for...'
Justin: His heart
sank as he watched Rick's cool movements and he fought back tears as hard
realization gripped him. He reached for the cutter and laughed to himself...
'This is what I truly deserve...'
Rick: His eyes
flicked to the cutter and he paused his movements.
Justin: He held the
cutter in his hand, running his fingers over the point, yet not brave enough
even now to draw his own blood...
Rick:
"..." He watched emotionless.
Justin: The empty
stare that looked down on him was too much to bear... He gripped the blade hard
and it sliced through his palm.
Rick: A ghost of a
smile barely appeared on his otherwise emotionless face as he saw the deep red
blood cover Justin's hand.
Justin: Justin
laughed as he watched the blood seep onto the floor, musical, desperate
laughter. He squeezed his hand shut and watched the blood push between his
fingers.
Justin: He lifted
his hand between Rick's eyes... "Here..."
Rick: A hint of
amusement glittered in his eyes. 'I don't believe him...' Before he could stop
himself, the word escaped him, "So?" The only relief he had as he
uttered the word was that his voice was not as harsh as it could have been.
Then again, it still was ice cold.
Justin: Justin
pushed his hand forward again, closer to Rick's mouth... "Here."
Justin: He smiled.
Rick: His eyes
surveyed Justin carefully. The strong smell of blood was slowly taking over his
sense and he found himself reaching out for it with the tip of his tongue.
Justin: 'Coax the wild
animal again... even if he devours you...'
Rick: He ran his
tongue along the fresh scar, the taste of the blood consuming him. 'It's...'
Rick: 'warm?'
He battled not to
let himself be taken in again...
Justin: Justin felt
his blush returning, the flame licking at the edges of his own fears.
Rick: There seemed
to be something different about this blood now... but he could not understand
what. He wanted to know... but... why...
Justin: 'Burn me
up... I want to know what will be left...' 'I want to see where I end up.'
Rick: He savored
Justin's bloody hand, his tongue trailing along his fingers. His fixed gaze
never left Justin's eyes.
Justin: His thick
lashes drooped low over his eyes as he watched, lips parted. He wetted them
with his pink tongue as his breath accelerated.
Justin: Every nerve
came alive again with pain and blood...
Rick: He took the
finger in his mouth and sucked on it, the aftertaste of blood slowly driving
him mad.
Justin: Prickly
needles of sensation tingled up his bloody arm and he whimpered as he watched
his finger move in and out past Rick’s lips...
Rick: He nibbled on
the finger, sliding it in and out of his mouth. He closed his eyes letting his
heart pound inside his brain, letting the blood manipulate his senses. He
wanted more of it... He needed more of it...
Justin: Darkness
fluttered at the edges of Justin's sight... 'More...'
Rick: He pulled the
finger out and grabbed the hand. He pressed the bloody palm to his lips, and
after having tasted some more blood, he slowly lowered the hand down his face
and chest, leaving a dark red streak of blood behind.
Justin: His pulse
quickened at the sight... a dark, excited thought fluttered through his mind...
'My own mark...on him.'
Justin: He leaned
toward Rick and licked delicately at his chest wound, swirling his tongue in
circles, mixing Rick's blood with his own.
Rick: A small
surprised grin formed on his lips as he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at
Justin.
Justin: He turned
and laid his cheek against Rick's chest, nuzzling against the slick red fluid,
drawing in the scent.
Rick: His breath
quickened at the sight, but he did not move, he just licked his lips and looked
intensely at Justin.
Justin: Justin
looked back up at his still companion, longing plain in his eyes.
Rick: 'Now you
want...'
Rick: He could feel
Justin's warmth burning through him...
Justin: Unspoken
words burned on his lips... 'Do things to me, touch me, punish me...'
'...forgive me...'
Rick: Justin's
warmth was becoming unbearable. He grabbed his hair and pulled him back,
instantly regretting the loss of the painful heat. He leaned in and hungrily
kissed Justin, desire building up in him rapidly.
Justin: Justin
moaned into Rick's devouring mouth, fire shooting through his limbs and to his
groin... He clawed at Rick's skin... "God..."
Rick: He pushed
Justin down, hungrily exploring every corner of his mouth. He grabbed his
bleeding arm and pulled it back, pressing his fingers deep into the scar.
Rick: His skin and
his blood, every inch of his body was now burning intensely... 'Justin...'
Justin: He sucked
in a sharp breath and exhaled a sharp cry... "Rick..."
Rick: His hand slid
rapidly down Justin's chest and between his legs where he roughly stroked
Justin just once.
Justin: Justin's cry
echoed through the empty warehouse at Rick's touch, eyes closed and mouth
forming an "O" of pleasure.
Rick: He ran a
finger across Justin's opening, an excited shiver rushing across his body at
that cry.
Justin: He shifted
against the pressure of Rick's fingers sighing... "Mmm..."
Rick: A smile
flickered across his face as he started probing Justin.
Justin: What was
left of his blood seemed to be boiling, his body steaming against the cold
climate of the room... His patience was a ragged thread...
Justin:
"Rick..." he voiced more urgently.
Rick: He could feel
the pressure in his groin increase at hearing Justin's needy voice. He swiftly
pushed his finger deep into Justin.
Justin: His head
flung backward, shimmering droplets of perspiration scattering from his hair
into the air. A strangled cry shot from his lips.
Rick: He bit his
lip, watching Justin under him and rapidly pulled his finger in and out, each
time with more pressure.
Justin: Tears
beaded at the corners of his eyes as Rick's finger rocked him... His wounded
arm lay limp, but he reached between his legs with his other and stroked his
screaming erection.
Rick: He could feel
blood trickling down from his lip, but it did not matter. His attention was on
Justin, and solely on Justin. He pulled his finger out one last time and
quickly freed his painful member. He licked his lip, tasting the mix of blood
and sweat and slung Justin's leg over his shoulder and grabbed his hips.
Justin: Justin
caught only a glimpse of Rick as he pinned him swiftly. A wave of arousal and
trepidation ran through him... 'God... he's huge...'
Rick: He took one
quick glance at Justin and smiled briefly. And then, in one quick move, he
entered Justin.
Justin: White light
exploded behind Justin's eyes and he practically screamed... His lower body
felt like it had been torn in half and a few tears slid down his cheeks...
Justin: He tried to
find his breath, panting rapidly and clutching Rick's wrists.
Rick: He felt so
tight inside him. He felt so warm. His blood now was pounding madly, and for
nothing in the world would he stop now. He felt the tight grip at his wrist and
glanced at Justin. Slowly he reached for Justin's face and ran his hand in the
sweaty hair... "Justin..."
Justin: Rick's
soothing voice called him from his spiral of agony. He blinked thru
tear-speckled lashes and managed to smile... a true smile... from an honest,
painful part deep inside...
Rick: He wiped away
his tears and smiled back... somewhere amidst all this, he had found some sort
of peace. And so he smiled, for Justin... and for himself.
Justin: The
darkness swelled and receded... it was like a shadow that haunted Rick,
caressing Justin and fleeing from his light... welcomed and banished in the
same breath.
Rick: He gazed at
Justin and felt drawn to him. He leaned and softly kissed his lips... He gently
murmured his name and shifted lightly inside him...
Justin: The taste
of blood lingered on Rick's lips... Justin tasted him, suckling lightly and
whimpering at the friction within...
Rick: He pulled
back lightly and looked into Justin’s eyes for a hint of refusal...
Justin: The angel
gazed back begging for completion, a breathing painting, sensual and
innocent...
Rick: He almost
could not watch Justin's innocent beauty, feeling so dark and ugly beside it...
Ever so slowly, he started pulling himself in and out of Justin.
Justin: A
connection started to build as Rick began to grind in a circular motion. Justin
felt his muscles loosen as Rick moved... the motion was hypnotic and Justin's
head began to roll slightly in time with it...
Rick: He sensed
Justin slowly relaxing and started accelerating the rhythm. Their bodies were
soon moving in harmony, the motion building up steadily.
Justin: Justin's
hand wandered to his cock again, hard and weeping with neglect... He stroked
himself wantonly as Rick split him again and again...
Justin:
"Rick... Rick... Hurts so good..."
Rick: The words
washed over him and he grinned. His breathing was growing heavier as he now
pounded into Justin.
Justin: "Touch
me..." he pleaded... "Want you... you to touch me..."
Rick: He ran his
hand through Justin's hair... He gripped it, pulling the head back, and leaned
over Justin's glistening chest and licked his nipple, a wild look flashing
through his eyes.
Justin: Justin
moaned and arched, grinding his cock against Rick's stomach...
Rick: He suddenly
sucked hard on the nipple, pinching it lightly...
Justin: He was
blazing now, moaning with each thrust, writhing under Rick's hungry mouth...
"Please!"
Rick: He tried to
catch his breath as his hand wandered down to Justin's cock and grabbed it
roughly.
Justin: He sobbed
in ecstasy as Rick pumped him, lost in intensity... heat... pain... and
pleasure.
Rick: He pumped
Justin madly now, completely lost in him. His breathing came in short ragged
breaths. He wanted to call him out. His entire body was in flames, Justin's
heat was searing right through him, ripping him apart. Everything was so
powerful... and so perfect... "Jus...tin..." His voice was coarse and
ragged...
Justin:
"God...god!" he groaned... The storm was raging in his ears... His
body was one with Rick’s... He heard his name called and everything in him
responded.
Justin: He
shattered... black wings springing from his back as he arched, screaming Rick's
name... He ejaculated in Rick's hand, white thready strands of silk webbing
between them...
Rick: He felt the
warm seed spilling in his hand...He heard his name resonating deep within his
soul and felt the painful shattering of walls of ice. His head flew back as a
scream from the depth of his being escaped him... He came inside Justin in
powerful jets, his entire body shuddering intensely.
Justin: Rick
spilled into him, rocking his small frame with his primal force. The moment
beat for an eternity as if their pulses, their breath, their beings fell into
synch... Justin clung to that euphoria as Rick finally relaxed again...
Feathers fell and
faded about Justin's slight body. He lay panting, his heat dissipating
gradually... He tried to keep his eyes open...
Rick: He stared up at
the ceiling, his body still shaking. He felt lighter somehow. He could not
explain why, all he knew is that something happened. He looked back down at
Justin, the innocent angel stretched out under him and smiled brightly. He
leaned over him and gently whispered his name.
Justin: He blinked
sluggishly, a hand reaching for Rick's face... "Rick..."
Justin: He fingered
Rick's smiling lips and a smile spread over his own...
Rick: He gently
kissed the fingers...
Justin:
"You're smiling..." he mumbled...
Rick: "...like
an idiot."
Justin: Justin
laughed and his head rolled to the side... He felt light-headed and something
ached somewhere... He smiled wider...
Rick: He looked at
Justin's injured arm for a second. He ripped his nearby shirt and gently
wrapped the bleeding arm. He then showed Justin his own bandages and winked...
Without another word he lay down on Justin's chest and let out a contented
sigh.
"Thank
you..." He barely breathed the words, almost afraid Justin would hear
them.
Justin:
"Mmmhmm," Justin responded as he curled against Rick's naked body...
Rick: He closed his
eyes and let the angel's soft heartbeat guide his own...
Justin: "I
like you Rick..." the words slipped between them, as quiet as a breath
fanning over his skin...
Justin: Justin's
breath came even and deep as unconsciousness swallowed him whole...
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