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Doshite Koi? (Why Love?)
The light of the mid-night moon shown brightly as the man walked through the alley all alone. He heard a sound behind him and cringed, hearing these noises began to scare him. He was young still and didn't normally walk alone, he either had a friend with him or walked with a crowd, but the quickest path to his home was through this alley.
'This is creepy...' He thought as he glanced around, swearing that he saw the shadows moving. He took a deep breath and began to feel better. On the front page of the newspaper was a story of a man who decided to take young men, rape them then kill them. At this very moment he secretly wished he was a girl, possibly then he would feel a bit more safe. Another sound caught his ears and he cringed again. 'I hate this.' He thought. This time a long chill was sent through his spin and the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
"Didn't you read the paper? It's not safe for a handsome young man like yourself to wonder around in a dark alley all alone..." A chilling voice filled his ears, he turned sharply and saw a man in a long dark cloak, and a large brimmed hat. The young man cringed again and inhaled deeply, trying to keep his pounding heart under control so it didn't leap out of his rib cage.
"I think I can manage on my own. I am thankful for your concern though." He turned on his heels and began to walk briskly to the end of the alley, but stopped when he felt a hand in his wrist.
"Who said I was concerned?" The man asked, turning the boy around, so he was facing him. The man was handsome but also had a maniac vibe to his eyes. In only the moonlight he couldn't quite tell what the color was but knew that they were dark, along the lines of a blue. "Admiring my eyes are we?" The older man asked leaning forward pressing his lips to the frightened younger mans cheek.
"N-no...I was..." The younger man stammered but couldn't get the words out, his voice closing from fear. He felt the older man smirk against his cheek.
"I smell the fear radiating from you...it's so intoxicating." The older man leaned forward and ran his tongue along the younger mans ear, igniting a squeak of surprise and disgust. "You really are beautiful..." The older man muttered against the younger's ear. His voice holding that husky quality. The younger mans mind was working over time, trying to think of a way to get out. Since he had never been presented with a situation like this he had no plan already brewed. His mind worked painfully for some way out but suddenly shut down when he felt the older man begin to allow his hands to wonder. Finding their way to the front of his pants, his breath sucked in when the older man cupped him in excitement.
"P-please s-sir allow me to leave..." The younger stammered, the older one only chuckled.
"My dear boy now why would I do that? You're so lovely...so large..." He began to move his palm in a circular motion, caressing the flesh under his hand. Although the young man did not want it to happen it did, his body began reacting to the new sensation. "See it's not so bad now is it?" He leaned forward again and again ran his tongue over the mans face, coating his cheek.
"I-I just want to leave...p-please?" His plea was music to the older mans ears, the light tremor in the boys voice made him hard in anticipation, he wanted this boy more then he had wanted the others. He smiled at the realization, he had found a playmate.
"I'm sorry but I cannot let you leave. Maybe this will allow you to think twice about wondering around alone." He released the boy and shifted his position, so he was pressed against the younger mans body, the younger man felt the older pressed painfully against his stomach and tried to control his gage reflex. The older man leaned forward and captured the younger mans lips in a searing kiss. His hand slide down the boys front and found the place it had inhabited before, but instead he wanted to feel real flesh instead of through clothing. He worked on unbuttoning and unzipping the front of the younger's pants. When he got that done, he slide them down so they were resting just below his sharp hips. He resumed his search and found what he was looking for, he squeezed and the younger man opened his mouth to give a yelp of slight discomfort when the older man slipped his tongue into the younger's mouth. The younger man finally had enough strength to push the other away so he could catch his breath and keep the bile of shame and disgust from rising to his throat.
"Why men? Why not pretty young girls?" The older man placed his index finger gently on his chin and pretended to give it some thought, grinning evilly at the younger as he 'thought'.
"Because men stay tight. With a woman she adjusts to a man and loses that initial appeal of tightness...but men...they never lose that appeal. I learned that the first time I found myself desiring one. I believe it was my older tutor...he was so gorgeous. I couldn't help myself. One afternoon when I knew that my parents were out of the house and it was just him and I, I lunged at him, pinning him to the couch and having my way with him. It was so enjoyable! Since that moment I couldn't have enough and knew that I desired men and not women like most men do. Disgusting creatures really, always over-grooming and applying to much make-up. No...men I feel are much more adequate than females." The younger man had pulled his pants back up as the older man talked and started to slowly inch himself away from the older, but before he got to far the older man caught him again, throwing him to the ground. The older man pinned him to the cobblestone way and ripped off his shirt, exposing his chest to the cold air.
"Please stop this!" The younger man cried in a final attempt to get free, his mind couldn't process this, nor did it want to. The older man smirked and leaned down licking a path from the mans stomach to his jugular.
"Why? This is so fun..." He unbuttoned the pants of the man under him, and proceeded to take them off. He got that chore done and proceeded to release himself from the confinement of his own pants. Once he finished with that, he moved his body and pulled the younger mans legs up on either side of himself and positioned himself over the entryway. When he felt it right he thrust forward, covering the mans mouth so he couldn't scream, there was only a muffled grunt. Again and again he thrust forward, desperate for the release threatening to come. Finally it did come and he pulled out, standing righting himself and also his clothes. He looked down at the younger man who was panting on the ground, silent tears making their way down his cheeks. He smiled evilly and pulled something out of his back pocket. The younger man looked at him and his eyes widened.
"Please don't... no please!" The older man pulled out his pistol and shot the younger man right between the eyes. Leaving him dead and with a half splattered brain on the cobblestone way.
"Oops looks like my finger slipped." He chuckled and placed the warm pistol back in his back pocket and turned on his heels, his long cloak flaring out around him. One thing he forgot though...his large brimmed hat still lay next to the body, it clenched in it's cold dead fingers.
