iv

He’d held his breath as the boy had laid back on the silken sheets. All shoulders and limbs, he was a wellspring of youthfulness that was ripe for the picking.

His mind and soul hungered for their connection. But his body… His body had hungered for the boy’s vitality. It was a hunger so fierce he would have done unspeakable things to obtain it.

He had done unspeakable things to obtain it. In the past… This hunger is uncommon. Misunderstood. And is one that can never be sated.

He’d looked the boy up and down, so beautiful, so vulnerable, so willing, then climbed onto the bed beside him and kissed his cheek, his neck, and his jaw. Before long he was stroking his ego while slipping a hand between his welcoming thighs.

The boy had sighed. Cried out. Had moaned and begged for more. He was enthralled and utterly intoxicated.

And he could wait no more.

He’d slit the boy’s vein before taking him from behind.

He’d moved his hips as he’d gripped the boy’s wrist and drunk deeply. The blood had flowed so freely he’d begun to wonder if there really was a God. After all, who else could have sent him such a delicious, unsolicited gift? He’d swooned with the unbearable pleasure of it.

And the boy… He had bared his soul and closed his eyes as he’d clutched at the sheets with long sweaty fingers.

Bom bom, bom bom, bom bom… His heart had begun to drum in his chest as their pleasure approached its inevitable crest and he’d taken one last drop from the boy before releasing him.

Releasing himself.

Before he knew it, he’d filled the boy with more passion than he knew he’d possessed.

And had left the boy lingering somewhere near death.