Author's note: Written for the Porn Battle over at Livejournal.
Prompts: blood, confusion, wine
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Chad had never understood the hype surrounding Twilight, nor the 'sexy image' of vampires.
That, of course, was before a bruising kiss left a bleeding lip, the crimson stain standing out starkly on the pallid, almost translucent, skin of the other boy.
He hadn't meant to react so violently, but the sharp, metallic tang filling his mouth drove all thoughts of morality and etiquette right out his mind. He also hadn't meant to push the boy's face to the wall, yank those ridiculously tight jeans down around his ankles and bend him other. He hadn't meant a lot of things, least of all to follow him to the auditorium after school, but there was only so much watching, lusting, surreptitious jerking off, that he could take.
A shadow of doubt ghosted over his conscience when cornflower blue eyes, wide with confusion, glanced over a pale, angular shoulder. The rush of power, the absolute control he had over another went straight to his head like the intoxicating taste of wine. Pushing aside that fleeting feeling of uncertainty, he grasped the slim hips, so different from those of a girl's, and thrust his achingly hard cock into the opening.
A high pitched scream, escaped the other boy, but was quickly smothered when he lent forward to cover the mouth with his right hand, keeping his left firming gripped on the hipbone. With no warning he pulled out, almost entirely, only to thrust back in with a greater force than before. The lack of lubrication was obviously causing some pain, but to Chad, every whimper spurred him on faster. Surprisingly, although if this was really undesired surely he would have made a run for it, the other boy began to co-operate. Bending forward, he grasped his ankles and circled his hips, impaling himself fully.
Specks of blood from the split lip splashed onto the stage floor, staining the boards a deep, violent red. Still maintaining the rapid, unforgiving rhythm, Chad released his hold on the hips and drew his nails down the unblemished expanse of skin of the other boy's back, each bone of the spine standing out prominently. White scratches became fine, red streaks, staining the flesh as Chad dug his nails in deeper and harder. The beads of blood smeared onto his fingertips and under his nails, provoking him to thrust in with an even greater force.
With a thin, mewling cry the boy came in frantic, haphazard spurts, the sticky, whit fluid, mixing with the blood on the wooden boards of the stage.
A madness seemed to overtake Chad as he felt the boy shudder beneath him, and abandoning the deep, measured thrusts of before, he pushed and pulled wildly, breathing in ragged, shallow breaths.
Cursing and groaning, he gave into the build up of tension and came as violently as he had thrust earlier. Trying to ride out the storm of his orgasm, he forced to keep moving as wave after wave of intense, almost painful, pleasure coursed through him.
Time stopped and then sped forward, as Chad came back to his senses. Gasping, he let his knees buckle beneath him, slipping slightly in the blood and semen.
The clinking of a belt buckle drew his attention to the other boy, quietly, but quickly redressing himself. Still shaking slightly, Chad attempted to form some words, not an apology, an explanation, perhaps.
The other boy seemed to tower over him, dominate him, as he lay sprawled on the stage, but his mind was blank of anything to say.
"Thank you."
The words registered dully in his brain, but his face must have betrayed his confusion.
The voice spoke again,
"I've wanted that for a long time. Too long."
Before he had the chance to reply, Ryan had stalked out of the auditorium, leaving Chad, still partially undressed and feeling for all the world like the victim.