Wolf With the Red Roses
I stood at the edge of Stark's pond, watching the light on the water. The sun was setting; night was falling. It was Halloween, and I was pumped. I willed the sun to set faster. The guys had said they'd meet me here at sun set.
A muffled, but still recognizable, voice broke my silent appreciation of the sun set. "On a hot summer night… would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?"
I turned to see a tall man in a wolf mask and brown clothing, carrying a single red rose. "Will he offer me… his mouth?" I asked.
"Yes," he answered, taking a step toward me and presenting a hand.
I took the hand and took a step forward myself. "Will he offer me… his teeth?" I asked.
"Yes," he answered, lowering his head to show of the pearly whites of his mask in the setting sunlight.
I raised my other hand and caressed his mask's jaw bone. "Will he offer me… his jaws?" I asked.
"Yes," he answered, leaning into my touch and nuzzling my hand.
I brought my hand down and slipped it around his waist, bringing us closer. "Will he offer me… his hunger?" I asked.
"Yes," he answered, gazing at me with his bright blue eyes through the holes in his mask.
I took my other hand from his and wrapped it around his waist as well. "Again… will he offer me his hunger?" I asked.
"Yes," he answered, cocking his head to the side slightly.
I stood up on my tip toes to bring us to a more level stance. "And will he starve without me?" I asked.
"Yes!" he answered, voice harsh and more demanding, bringing his masked face right up to mine.
I touched our noses and closed my eyes. "And does he love me?" I asked, voice edging on a whisper.
"Yes..." he answered, voice softer than ever, putting the rose in my front pocket.
I reopened my eyes and looked into his. "Yes," I finally answered.
He brought his hands up to cup my face gently. "On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?" he asked again.
"Yes," I said, squeezing him to my body.
He broke my hold and pulled away from me. He didn't venture away, though; he remained close. He pulled his mask off of his head and grinned at me. "I bet you say that to all the boys…" he said, pulling me in for a tender kiss.
After a moment, we parted. I looked up into his eyes. "Thank you for the rose, Kenny," I said, grinning at him. "Though… I thought you were supposed to get candy on Halloween."
He smirked and took my hand again. "I thought I was being romantic," he said, feigning hurt.
I took the rose out of my pocket and inhaled its scent. "I love you, Kenny," I said softly.
"I love you too, Kyle," he returned, planting a kiss on my forehead.
I sighed contently. A short while later, I said, "Where are the other guys? The sun is set and I want candy!"
He looked around and shrugged, not having a verbal response.
"Well fuck them, let's go ourselves," I said, starting to wander away.
"You took the words right out of my mouth," he commented, smirking.
I rolled my eyes and grinned back at him. "Okay, the cheesy Meatloaf reference is over. It was cute for a while, but it better not continue all night," I said, shoving him lightly.
"Whatever, man," he replied, grinning as well.
We walked back into town to start our candy adventure, hand in hand, and a rose in my other. I smiled to myself. Kenny's so sweet…
I was listening to Meatloaf and this is what plays through my head every time I listen to this song, so I thought I'd share. xD
Cheesy, lame, whatever. I would squeal if this ever happened in real life. :D
I was going for a kind of poetic-ish type of writing structure becasue it's a song fic; did that work or does it just sound dumb? /:
"The Wolf with the Red Roses" is copyrighted to Meatloaf