I also posted this story in rockfic with other characters, but I thought (and hope) anyone would feel offended if I post it here with these characters.

I don't speak English so I apologize for spelling and grammatical errors.

"Roman, will you save me?"

"I'm your savior, babe."

"You'll do this in order to save them too."

"All I want is to save you, sweet one."

"Will you save them?"

"I will save YOU, my beloved one."

I see his beautiful face contorted with pain. His deep baby blue eyes full of tears. He's suffering and I'm also suffering. I love him more than I love myself, more than I love anyone. He's is watching the floor, unable to see what I'm going to do. I'd wish can do the same, not see what I'm going to do. I'd wish not have to do this. But this... this is the only way to save him and save me.

"I'm sorry..."

...

Another village, so fucking far. My name is Roman, six months ago I was the doctor of my village. I was a respected and wealthy man in my place. Had a beautiful fiancee, had a beautiful property. An heritage that others envied. That was six months ago, when I didn't imagine I would meet him.

I found him six months ago. He was the cutest teenager I could ever see. Deep baby blue eyes, so full of despair and sadness. Beautiful milky skin, sandy brown messy hair and those dimples. He seemed so helpless, so needy. He was hungry and his clothes were rags. I helped him. I took care of him, dressed and fed him.

He didn't talk, not even a word. But his eyes said a lot of things, things that only I could understand, I was amazed for that. I fed him everyday trying to restore his health and it was working. He was becoming prettier day after day. My fiancee also felt sorry for him, she tried to make him speak but he kept a deep silence. I wanted to name him. I showed him a lot of names but he seemed disinterested in any of them. I just called him kiddo. That was the pet name for him. He got used to it and I got used to see him around. He helped me in the little office I had.

One night, one of those that the moon couldn't be seen, it happened. I felt a weird chill but I ignored it. I went to sleep and as all the nights since he arrived here I went to his room to be sure he was fine. He seemed to be sleeping and I went to my bedroom and tried to sleep. That night I had horrible nightmares, a lot of people crying for help. People suffering, bathed in blood, dying. They asked me for help and I had the resources and the desire of help them... but I didn't.

It was dawning and I woke up feeling thirsty and went to the kitchen, I drank a lot of water and then as everyday I went to his room. I needed to be sure he was fine. I sauntered in the place and saw him. He was fully recovered, his chubby cheeks had a beautiful crimson and his thin lips looked kinda pouty. His eyes sparkling, even his sandy brown locks looked softer and brighter almost blonde. He was as beautiful as an angel.

"You saved me, Roman." He softly said and his voice was kinda raspy but beautiful, mesmerizing.

Couldn't help but approach him. It was like a delusion, I didn't belong to myself. I was being dragged by my basic instincts. I wrapped my hands on his slim waist and put my face close to his. He smiled sweetly and licked his now pouty lips.

"Oh Roman I've been watching you all this time. You're so fucking gorgeous, almost godlike. You're my personal God. You saved me. You're my savior and I'll belong to you."

Never before I did this with other man. But in that moment I couldn't think, I just felt. I put my lips on his and deeply and slowly kissed him. Shortly after we were naked on his bed, his thighs wrapped around my hips and I was fucking him. It was glorious, heavenly, wonderful. My world became colorful, I could feel everything, the air, my skin, my heartbeats, everything was colorful and vivid.

I never before had fucked someone this way. My whines were pitiful and shameful. I was licking and biting every spot of pale skin my lips could reach. I was tasting his sweat, it was salty and musky, I loved it. I was feeling til the depths of my being the warmth that wrapped my manhood. It was inexplicable, amazing, divine.

"My name is Dean," His voice was so sexy, like a hum.

It was enough to make me come. My body pitifully spasmed as I whined like a helpless girl. After that he came in my hands and I instinctively licked his cum. I needed to taste every essence emanating of his being. I never felt something like this, this insane need to possess someone. I wanted him as I had never wanted anything in my life. I can't still explain the pleasure.

Since that night I couldn't help but adore him. I worshipped the ground he walked, and he knew it. We hid our relationship. If someone noticed it, the whole town would burn us alive. It had happened before. That feeling was considered unnatural and forbidden, but it didn't mattered to me, my desire for him was greater than my desire to survive. We became lovers.

He had this natural charm that people in the village liked. He was my little assistant. He never ever talked with others but me. I felt even more flattered. I was the only one allowed to hear his voice. I also was the only one allowed to touch his body. He disliked to be touched by others. I told my patients that never touch him and they understood.

I was living a fantasy. My nights were all about sex and pleasure. The things we did were the most perverse and passionate. But I loved it, I loved everything we did. I lived for those moments.

My fiancee was bitching about our marriage. Before I met Dean I was so attached to her. Now, I was postponing, with many possible excuses, our marriage, and she noticed it. She was whining everyday about that. I noticed Dean began to dislike her. Lately he almost magically disappeared when she arrived to my office or my house.

The next new moon, it happened. After a wild sex marathon I fell deeply asleep. I had the same nightmare and woke with the dawn. Dean was sitting watching me, these new moon nights were strange, he turned hypnotically beautiful. We made love again.

In the morning the corpses began to appear. An entire family was horribly murdered in their home, they were relatives of my fiancee. There were no survivors, even the kids were murdered. I had to take care of those bodies amid the cries of my fiancee. It was awful. They were torn, as if a wild beast had bite their skin. Most shocking was the realization that this animal first toyed with them, torturing them like a cat with a mouse.

Dean saw the bodies and blanched. He began to cry so scared. I went to him and hugged him immediately.

"Relax, don't be afraid. You shouldn't be here, you're just a kid. Please, don't go down to the office til I finish with this."

I wanted to protect him, prevent him to witness something as horrible as this. And something that chilled me to the bone was that I didn't feel this protective instinct with my own fiancee, even though those were her relatives. But with Dean, I could only try at all costs to avoid him to see this horrible thing.

Shortly after we buried the corpses amid the astonishment of the people who wondered what kind of animal so ferocious and how big should be to have murdered five people in their own home. Tortured before killing them and consumed part of their flesh.

That was only the first night. The following new moon was the same. Everyone in the village were terrified, many people left the place. Others were determined to hunt down and kill the monster. I decided not to participate in the training of people that wanted to hunt that animal. Dean was always terrified and I decided to stay with him all the time. I didn't want him to be the next victim of that beast.

Several days later my fiancee and her family pushed me to decide the day of our wedding. We were supposed to leave town because she was afraid and her family would move soon. So everything was quick and in one month and a half I was suppose to marry her. That night I told Dean about my wedding.