Caught In Fire
By Gedatsu-Kitteh
He knew one day it would come to this.
Their tangled bodies lay in a struggling heap on the filthy floor, clawing, grabbing, scratching, hurting. The heat pulsed through their bodies; obsession feeding off obsession; hate crashing with hate in a passionate explosive collision. Cries of agony and snarls of pure heavenly disgust echoed through the little empty house.
The blood, the sweat, the tears, the pain, the friction, the heat…
He heard him whispered those three words, dripping thick with malice. It sent violent tremors down his spine. He fed off them, like a starving child- desperate for anything; anything that made him feel alive.
His voice.
Oh holy mother of God… it made him so hard.
This was all he needed; this was the flimsy stitch that held him together; this was his high; this was his God damn fucking life juice.
He felt jagged razor teeth clench hard on his earlobe, drawing all the heat, the white hot pain. He felt hot liquid drip down his cheek and he screamed, his cries becoming almost orgasmic. He could feel the pumping of his heart in his head, his toes, his entire body.
Through tears he saw that smile, the one that made his blood flow halt and sent a blast of fire through his entire body, smacking into his brain leaving it numb. His pupils were dilated and his jaw was slack as he felt his breathing cease. He vaguely registered the taste of copper on his lips from the blood now flowing from his nostrils as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His bruised bony body fell limply against the small burning mass beneath him.
Screw life, this was all he needed.
A/N: ok, so I can be sadistic for once in my life…