Johnny found that, without the Doughboys or even Nail Bunny buzzing around his brain telling him what to do, he was more empowered and energetic, free from all previous binds that made him miserable and free to think his own thoughts, the touch he got from Edgar made those "other" noises disappear in an instant. Suddenly he knew what he wanted and wasn't willing to deprive himself of it. When had he ever gone out of his way to be unhappy?

"What do you want me to do?" Those enticing words echoed in Johnny's ears tormentingly. He didn't want him to ask at all. Why couldn't he just finish up and get this over with? If he asked, in that soft and sweet way that Edgar always did, he would never want him to leave again.

Edgar held his breath the entire time that Johnny took to reply. It was as though his entire being depended on this answer, but he only wanted one. Anything less and he would be destroyed. Life gone. He didn't have anything else; he didn't want anything else.

The sickly thin boy beneath him: the shadow of the world, was his brightest light. Nny gave him an odd sense of hope. A hope that his life could be more than just a cameo in the grand scheme of things, and have an ultimately greater purpose...

...and maybe, it wasn't just that. He loved how smart Johnny was. How he could hold a decent conversation with him and how Johnny actually felt and thought about things. His emotion was so real and his mind was so pure, too pure it must have driven him insane being with everyone else. Nny was so very important and his insanity was so raw and attractive.

He caught Johnny's eyes suddenly upon his own, glowing with a spontaneous, fiery power. In seconds the boy had lunged forward, pushing against Edgar's chest and propelling him towards the other end of the couch, making his head smack off of the armrest.

He look up in a daze and briefly wondered what was happening. Nny's new disposition was good progress in terms of his acceptance with his new found "control" and was making Edgar unbelievably hot. He could feel his cheeks turn pink from seeing the face of the person who had first caught his attention so many months ago staring down intently at him. The "crazy man" really did have so much more than just that to his name.

When Johnny had quickly ripped his shirt off of, Edgar steadily got to work on the boy's pants, unzipping them with an unusual zeal, forcing his movements to be faster, to get this preparation over with.

Johnny went twice as quickly as Edgar, forcefully pulling his clothes off and abandoning them wherever, the maddening hunger driving his fears forward. There was no way Edgar would ever leave him, was there?

"Oh, but he will, boy. Just you wait. They all do eventually."

Johnny pulled Edgar by his hair and forced their lips together, using both hands to bring them as close as possible and threading his fingers through Edgar's soft hair, emitting a slight whimper from the other. The savage treatment was exciting and wonderfully painful, as though Edgar was really experiencing the moment rather than just seeing it from behind a mirror. A cloudy memory of Johnny telling him something along those lines once sailed over his mind until he felt a harsh bite on his lower lip.

"Mm... Ah!" Edgar couldn't help but cry out, feeling the warm sensation travel down his mouth and gliding over his skin like oil.

He could feel a pair of hands tilting his head around. He opened his eyes and saw Johnny's ravenous expression looking down at him.

"Did that hurt?" He asked, with little concern in his voice. Edgar took a moment to breath before nodding his head and uttering out,

"Yeah, just a bit..." It was then that he noticed, and really noticed, that the boy was naked. On top of him. Naked. And Edgar only had his boxers on.

The bony frame made him seem so real compared to the cookie-cutter replicas that everyone else seemed to be. A certain crazed edge to his hair and even his eyes seemed to capture their own separate essence, all as if to accentuate his immortality to human tarnishing. Yes, he was very special.

"Good." Johnny concluded with a hint of malevolence in his voice, making Edgar's skin electrify all the way down to his finger tips, getting his nerves ready for any touch.

Author notes:
Alright, so what do you guys think? Do you like Edgar on top better than Johnny or what?
(I've got a good plot developing in my head too. I wanna tell you what it is now, but that would ruin this cleverly executed cliffhanger, wouldn't it?)
Also, sorry it's so short. Super sick today and nearly passed out while writing it -_-