Darkness surrounded and crept across cold flesh as red strands floated in the breeze that whipped by, curling the straight threads. He was cold, but wouldn't say anything as he sat there with his back against the wall.
Blood coated his hands, not that it mattered.
"Babe…"
Cherry-colored hues widened and whipped his head to the side, eyes widening as a white figure moved down towards him, lips curled back into a smug smirk.
"Miss me?"
So cold…
Bending down the albino reached a hand out, nails painted a deadly black and traced the fingertips along the other's jaw line. An azure tongue poked out to trace his paper white lips.
"Why don' ya come home wit' me?"
Once again…always, always…
"No," he hissed, smacking the hand away then gasped once a hand grabbed at the back of his head and yanked his face close to slam their lips together. The intoxicating sensation was enough to make the redhead sick to his stomach.
"Ya will come home wit' me…yer my fuckin' pet…"
God…why? Why did this demented figure want him so much? It was twisted and sick, but so pleasuring at the same time.
No, he didn't want him.
A shiver crawled up his spine as the albino forced his lips apart, pushing that tongue inside to dominate every area inside the moist cavern. Lightly tanned, blood-covered, hands reached up to grab at the white shirt.
Thunder rolled off in the distance then.
Snorting the other male pulled away and yanked the tall form to his feet, slipping pale arms under him and lifting the beaten, weakened body up. This wasn't new…it never was…
"Yer mine to fix, yer mine to break,"
And, oh, how it was all so true…so twisted, sickeningly, dementedly, disgustingly true.
Not that he could make himself have the strength to protest.
"I own ya."
That was how it would stay.