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-Mello's POV 3rd Person-
Time to die, Mello thought, holding his breath.
As Mello prepared for the worst, the person holding him against him will seized him into a one hundred and eighty degree turn so he was now, facing his attacker.
The image in front of him was so intoxicating, it was almost sinful.
His attacker had the darkest raven black hair, sticking out in the most unruliest, yet attractive way possible while his eyes sought to be a crimson red that pierced through Mello's crystal blue eyes, searching through his soul almost in a breathtaking fashion.
His clothes were simple, yet clung onto his pale skin perfectly; he wore a tattered while top, one size too big with a various number of dark red stains on them that rivalled his blood red eyes while his faded dark blue jeans gripped onto his hips flawlessly, giving his legs a shapeless figure.
But what drew Mello in the most were those lips. Those soft, cherry pink lips that were curled into a vicious, yet playful smile that drew Mello's full concentration onto them and nowhere else; those cruel looking, kissable lips...they completed the heavenly sin standing in front of him, tempting him down the road of irresistible temptation.
Mello could just feel the urge building up inside of him, he wanted to...no, he couldn't think of that! He was a Catholic...you don't...do those things to the same sex...
His chest burned with fear, fear that he couldn't resist this new red-eyed temptaion. He already had a list of sins he had done. He could not, never in a million years, refused to add another one to the list.
No matter how tempting...
No matter how irresistible the urge may be...
God, this is hard, Mello thought.
-B's POV 3rd Person-
He had the boy right where he wanted him; he could tell the boy wanted him as bad as he wanted the boy. The blond was indeed beautiful and admirable, he would provide to be a pretty little toy...his pretty little toy.
He lifted his hand and touched the blond's cheek, glancing quickly above his beauty's head. Mihael Keehl. A beautiful name...
"Are you lost...Mihael?" he whispered seductively and the boy, Mihael, stiffened. He could tell what his blond what thinking, he was wondering how a stranger he's never met before could know his name.
"N...no," Mihael breathed stuttering almost. He chuckled at the blond's discomfort, watching as his eyes went from his dark red ones to his lips, like he wanted to penetrate his lips with his own.
"Is something wrong...Mihael?" he asked; he felt the victory explode inside of him, the boy was under his control...no longer was he struggling, he wasn't resist...instead he was submitting. His blond knew he couldn't resist...his blond knew that he had lost.
The blond shook his head, "Would you feel better...if you knew my name?" he whispered darkly into his blond's ears, licking the bottom of his earlobe, just to tease his little toy; but the reaction he got was more than pleasing.
His blond gasped and then bit his lip...almost...holding back a...possible moan? His toy liked that? He'd have to remember that for when he decided to play with his new toy.
The blond nodded slowly, frustration and confusion painted his face. The raven haired attacker grinned, "You can call me B," he whispered, moving away from his blond's ear and planting a harsh, yet chaste kiss on his toys cold lips. He sent the blond into a dreamless sleep by pressing one of the boy's pressure points.
B grinned darkly.
-B's House-
B had never watched anything so...interesting in his life...even when he had carelessly taken the lives of innocents nearing their deaths in many torturous forms...none of that could compare to watching his sleeping beauty sleep.
The way he moved, the way his face expressions changed to the way he made a simple sound; he looked too innocent, like an angel almost...his angel. Mihael was his angel now.
B couldn't wait for his beautiful sleeping angel to wake up for any longer, he had to wake up and he had to wake up now. He wanted to talk to his angel...he wanted to know his angel, he wanted to lead his angel into a enticement that he would never be able to resist, no matter how much he wanted to.
He wanted to own his angel.
B crawled over to the blond on his hands and knees, slowly making his way on top of the innocent boy beneath him, moving his lips near to his toys ear. How to wake him up? Should he giggle? Talk to him?
No...something more seductive.
The red eyed man nibbled on the teenage boy's earlobe, causing his eyes to shoot open and gasp in a mix of confusion, innocence and...perhaps even pleasure?
"You look beautiful asleep, my precious Mihael," B whispered and moved his head away from the boys ear, so he was now looking down at his angel with his ruby eyes.
"Mello, my name is Mello," Mello said, almost in an annoyed tone.
B smiled at this; of course, the boy was an orphan on the streets, he had to have an alias or else face the danger of being caught by the cops.
"Mello...it's just as breathtaking at Mihael," B whispered, moving his head closer to Mello's, causing the younger boy's cheeks to flush a light pink.
"Get off me! Let me go!" Mello yelled, struggling underneath B; this only made B want him more...the way his angel withered underneath his body with what little space they had between them was badly tempting B.
And judging from the rosary around Mello's neck, as much more fun it would be to dirty his toy, his toy wouldn't like it. He wanted his toy to be liked to be played with.
"You look so cute Mello," B whispered darkly, planting an uneasy grin on his face, throwing Mello off balance.
"What do you want?" Mello asked, keeping his cool.
"Live here, with me," B replied.
"What!?"
"As I see it, you really don't have much choice."
"Why's that?"
"I could turn you into the police if you don't comply," B retorted, feeling that victory explosion inside his stomach once again.
Mello bit his lip. B could tell he was considering his, basically, only one option he had. No one wanted to get in trouble with the police, especially not around these times.
"...Fine," Mello whispered and B smirked.
"Teehee..." B giggled and pressed his lips once again, causing the blond to let out a squeak as he struggled beneath the red-eyed man.
Once B released his lips from Mello's he laughed a dark, cold laugh. "Your so adorable!" he chuckled forebodingly. B got up from the bed and slumped towards the door. His eyes met the blond boy's once more. There was an eeireness to B's eyes, as if he was planning some sort of murder.
He locked the door behind him when he left the blond alone in the room.
B was enjoying his new pet tremendously.
-Mello's P.O.V-
What just happened.....
What the hell just happened?!
My hands shook as they reached up and clenched my blond locks in rage. They were not shaking with rage; they shook with fear. A fear that I have never met felt before.
I was sure that, whoever that red-eyed man was, he was evil. It dripped from him, all over his body. His eyes, his chest, his soft, pink lips........
I ripped some of my hair out of the thought. Never have such scandalous ideas entered my head. Now that they have I can't get them out. But I can't think of him that way, he's a criminal, there was no doubt about it.
He kidnapped me after all. But there was something else, somethiung extremly crucial. He was a male and so was I.
I'm not supposed to, no, allowed to think that way. It's simply absurd. I can't be........
....if I'm not then why is guilt flowing through my veins?
Why is this happening!? Why am I here.....
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