Note: I said it was complete... but I actually chose to wrote a second part... I actually was interested in Pope Gamigin's possible views on the whole story.

Disclaimer: This bunch of manly smexiness is not mine. I just use them. And everything I write, I write it for Master.^^


The angry cry of a soul blacker than night. A mask – that's what you wore – standing before me. Nude but for your defiant expression. Defying me, the King of Necromancers- such a sick joke.

I know why you came to me, fallen from grace – so pale. Long for it – need I say more? Why would I tell you – how to gain eternal life? You would never gain it – you would just lose what makes a human out of you.

Still, you are willing. My frozen fingers dance on your skin. So young – so afraid of age's crippling decay. Rot is what stands in your way.

I know that you will not just wither silently and die – for that is not your will. And for once, I admit it: you are one to get what he wants. It would work only once – choose well, child.

Choice was made long ago – such were your words when you came back. Here you are now.

Slender, white body arching – soft moans echoing from your throat. Painful raspy breathes – music to my ears. So shameless – must you be so young as to accept me to defile your body so? I know – your body would not bend under the touch of anyone.

Hands grip the sheets – tearing sounds – deep crimson smears unseen on black. Such is your life's thread – cling to it – scream for more. The pain – the pleasure – you yearn for what I give to you. So innocent and so tainted – pretty little boy became my pretty little whore. Sell your body for a fleeting dream.

From haughty and unafraid amongst Death's minions when you walked in ages ago... look at you now. Head thrown backward with every push and shove – on your body, the dainty spider web of your life blooming under my nails. Glass cut and shaped – bleeding onto the ground.

And even so – through long years of hidden decay, you are so lovely, my child. Drenched in blood and lashed by leather – your eyes never stray from mine – still defying me even as your bittersweet lips take me in.

An animal – thus you called me. What would that make you? We are animals – letting go of human shame and decency – useless rags. If I could – I might love you. This mask you wear breaks under my lips – like a spell carefully cast. Your dark eyes ask me why – though you do not seem to realize... So many reasons – why would I tell you? I am a necromancer – your ageless bones – youthful skin – rotten mind – have no secrets for me. Just like you on one level – and so different.

I know that despite your shouts and angry glares you enjoy my touch – for you do the same to this boy. He is so young – you used to have the same fresh demeanour – the same frightened stance. Never quite so – for you were dead before coming to life. All of them died because of that mask of yours... For they saw what was underneath – for they could not see the real you. I know what to do – I know you want me to.

Shackling your body in chains and leather would be too rude – too enjoyable. You would have a reason to hate me. My cute little boy, I just wanted to break you – my so precious toy.


Here ends the Masquerade... or not...