I'm sorry for posting this so late, I had a huge period of frustration and I couldn't find ispiration, so if it's not really good (in narration, translation, etc.) I'm really sorry, I hope I will write better in the next chapter.

Warning: this chapter contains blood.


Long hours had passed since Alex had brought him there, or at least he believed so: it could have been days or even minutes. There were no clocks and the windows were completely sealed, so it was nearly impossible to perceive the passage of time.

When he had begged Alex to take him to the bathroom (it seemed that the virus wasn't aware of humans' physical needs, having carelessly tied and abandoned him there) and he had passed through the "living room" (if it could be called so), the only room in which the windows weren't completely obscured by the planks blockading them, he had seen the typical light of sunset.

The shape-shifter had freed him after some hours of yells and pleas, in which he had thought he could have gone crazy, taken Desmond and pulled out his damn vocal cords with his bare hands, almost regretting every choice he had made. Since he didn't want to kill him before games had started, he had decided to untie the ropes and free him, take him abruptly by the neck and throw him inside the bathroom with scorn, being sure he couldn't escape anyway. After some endless time (Alex hated wasting time, especially to keep an eye on the despicable human), in which Desmond had unsuccessfully tried to find possible ways out, the virus had broken down the door, not caring if the other could have been naked or not, tugged him back to the room in the same way and thrown him inside without tying him again, closing the door behind his shoulders with such a violence that had made the walls tremble. He had been too angered to stay nearby him just another second and, had he not gone away, he could have devoured him in half-a-second.

So Desmond found himself walking back and forth in the room, doing push-ups and wondering for a time that seemed endless for him. He still could not understand what was going on, what he had seen some time before and what Alex wanted to do with him and the doubt was torturing his stomach, already closed enough itself.

He stood up from the floor, where he had sat to think, he reached the door, trying to make the least noise possible, and he leaned over the lock: he looked through it and he didn't see anything. He inspected carefully every angle of the other room to verify the absence of the shape-shifter, when a shadow suddenly passed in front of door, giving him a damn huge scare.

-Holy shit...- he hissed, trying to slow down his almost painful heartbeat that had just skyrocketed.

He regretted having opened his mouth when the door suddenly opened wide in a second and he jumped back just in time to avoid taking the iron handle right in the face. He landed on his back and choked a gasp on his throat, right before finding Alex overlie him completely. He tried to defend himself by shooting his knee up in the air, but the blue-eyed male blocked it easily and squeezed it, making the other male suffer and groan in pain.

-It would be way better for you if you didn't make things difficult.- Alex whispered in his ear, grinning satisfied as he felt a shiver run down the pressed body underneath him.

-What the fuck do you want now?- Desmond spitted out, wiggling without success.

The virus' biomass kept his wrists stuck on the floor with such a strength that Desmond almost felt them break and he ground his teeth. Alex smirked again maliciously, getting close to his neck until the tip of his nose touched the amber skin, making another shudder spread though it, and he was really beginning to enjoy the game.

-I like the way you tremble below me.- he whispered again, running his tongue across Desmond's neck, enjoying every shiver and groan of the other.

-Fuck you.- Desmond blurted out, trying to avoid Alex's touch.

-Are you accustomed to talk to people like that? How cocky...-

The shape-shifter laughed amused and began to torture his neck mercilessly, biting and sucking viciously the skin, leaving evident red marks behind his passage. The other male cursed himself when a moan caught him in the depths of his throat and echoed inside the room, pleasing Alex above him, who stood up some time later, licking his upper lip mischievously. The boy swallowed, feeling the fear prevaling again.

-You have a delicious scent, Desmond. Especially when you are scared.-

An instant later the virus' teeth sank fiercely in the already reddened and violated neck, without warning, tearing the flesh and opening the passage to the blood, of a splendid amaranth, which immediately slid down his shoulder. A wrenching scream of pure pain slipped out of Desmond's lips, who tried uselessly to escape from the other: his body was firmly pinned to his and the biomass around his wrists didn't give a sign of loosen the grip.

Alex licked away the red trace from his neck, that reformed right after, and he ran his tongue on his lips, savouring every shade of taste, before beginning to suck on the opened wound, moaning and panting (for pleasure or what, Desmond didn't want to know), forcing the blood-leak.

The other male felt his head twisting hard and began to hyperventilate, trying frantically to take as much breath as he could inside the lungs, as he felt a painful feeling of pressure on his chest. Something very close to the panic took him completely and his heart began to pound furiously, preventing him from taking deep breaths and increasing the constraint on his chest.

He really believed that he was going to die, when the shape-shifter abruptly moved away some seconds later, throwing his head back, moaning and licking his lips. He laid his eyes on Desmond under him and grinned as the fresh blood dripped from his mouth. He covered the wound with a kind of bandage prepared before to avoid further and worthless blood losses: a few centilitres were enough to fill him and the minimal loss allowed to the prey to recover fast enough and feed him again.

Meanwhile Desmond began to tremble spasmodically and tears were running down his face; in his last moments of awareness he understood that he was going to have a true panic attack and the revelation horrified him even more as he remembered his last crisis, many years before, when he was 16.

In his house on the Black Hills, The Farm, during his Assassin's training, the Templars' arrival had been simulated (if "simulation" it could have been called): Desmond hadn't been able to handle the situation and had fell into absolute panic. It had been the straw that broke the camel's back and a a little later he had decided to go away, escaping through the continent. Badlands, Omaha, Chigago and finally New York.

At the confused and unintelligible murmurs of the boy (he could only understand a few muttered phrases, like "they found us", "we have to go", "I'm afraid to die"), Alex could almost feel intrigued, if he wasn't too busy enjoying the pleasant sensation of euphoria that drinking blood gave to him. He extended his biomass to take Desmond, by now in the grip of delirium, and leave him on the bed, when the male weakly clung at whatever was holding him and repeated many times "I don't want to die".

The blood that the virus had just absorbed had a rather strange reaction, like he received an electrical shock. Thanks to the absorption he was beginning to resettle his functions: in some time his strength would return very tough and his five senses would recover to full intensity. Not that he would become completely weak or harmless if he didn't drink blood, but he would considerably lose vitality and this fact annoyed him quite a lot. His chemical experiments were necessary also to avoid this loss and stop his dependance on humans.

However the thing that left him puzzled was indeed that kind of shock, never felt before: nothing serious, but he had sensed it clearly. He placed the shaking body on the bed, making sure he didn't press the wound, and he remained there to stare at him: Desmond had a brief moment to see him bowing his head and looking at him with a strange attitude, before he sensed his sight darken and passed out, without knowing if he would ever wake up again.


I hope you liked it because I had some dissatisfaction with this chapter!