Broken
...Twenty-fourth Part: Dark...
I stepped out of the legs of my pants, watching him closely. That look of fear that had been gone from his entire being just moments ago was slowly coming back to him, little by little, as he looked at my naked body. I had, in fact, seen him like this before, but I realized that he had never seen me. It made me feel a bit guilty for a moment. It hurt my pride, though, that his first reaction to me would be to lean away.
I knelt in front of him, resting my hands on his knees. "Krad... Are you alright?"
He nodded, but didn't speak.
"We don't have to do this anymore, if you've changed your mind," I told him. I stood again, leaning over to kiss his golden-blond head. I called him 'Angel' and he looked up at me. His lips moved, but I couldn't make out what he said. I don't think he actually made any sound at all.
Krad caught the look of confusion on my face. "Take me..." he whispered. His lips remained parted and loose, looking soft and lubricated with saliva. His eyes were wary, but clear, and his face was smooth. He looked startlingly innocent.
"Are you sure?"
He locked his arm around the small of my back, pulling me against him and kissing my hip in a wide-eyed moment of courage. "Yes."
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Short, but it'll do.