14Ok, If you don't love crazy cannible man lovin', you might want to go back now. For those of you who are going to read this, If (by small chance)I have typos, I'm sorry, but I am NOT reading over this beast a 78th time anytime soon. Please enjoy the story!
Aidan let a breath go into the silence. The sound only stayed for a second before disappearing behind the tick-tocks of a clock or two hanging on the walls around him splashed with black and spotted with the occasional flash of headlights from the occasional car that came down the street to brighten the quiet apartment with a blessing of shine buzzing so quickly through the cracked blinds only to go away just as fast.
But here he was, sitting on the creaky, wooden window seal, waiting for someone to come home. He wasn't out dancing or getting drunk or fucking some gorgeous girl swinging her hips in the strobe light and the blurred beat of erotic love songs blending with the shouts of the other beautiful people around her, sucking in the heavy air of sweat and sex. No, he wasn't there right now with the other 'men' and their beautiful women nor did he want to be, but then again he certainly didn't want to be here alone and that long awaited car pulling into the slanted driveway told him he wouldn't have to be.
His body stiffened slightly as he watched the form so familiar to him stumble out of the car, slamming the door shut without even locking it. That grinning face speckled with cheap glitter stared at the hunk of rusting metal before turning his back on it and creeping up the hilly lawn, his feet almost giving away from the change of chipping concrete to a battlefield of dying grass.
Soon, the figure made it up the crooked stairs and he stopped in front of the old oak door to their apartment, lifting his large fist to slam it sloppily on the weather torn surface. His smile widened as he pressed his head to the door and shifted his body to rest against it. His sharp brunette locks drenched with proof of his good time and his face wet with bitch kisses and slobbered-down booze, his breath the only thing to warm him this chilly night as he waited to be welcomed into his own house.
"Aidy…hey who do I have to stick my dick in to get this fuckin' door open?" a fit of weak chuckles followed and he lifted his fist to hit the door again.
"Come on, it's fuckin' cold out here!"
The red headed boy rose from his place in the window and walked to the door. He bit his lip to fight back his anger and all of the cruel things he wished to spew in his roommate's face. The jealousy and hurt he was feeling had no right to be there and he had to remember that.
The doorknob met his palm as he reached for it and the other hand rose form his side to flip the lock open. He pulled the door ajar slightly and the man outside almost fell forward but caught himself quickly. Aidan stepped away as the door swung open and hit the wall. He flinched at the sound and shivered at the stream of cold air that seeped in from the night.
They stood there, looking at each other. Aidan crossing his arms and shooting his eyes to the floor, embraced by the soothing feel of his scarlet strands as they tickled his face, the brunette never taking his eyes from the smaller boy, his arms out stretched just a little to hold his balance as he began to stager inside.
"Hi, Aidy." He said in that beautiful husky tone he usually only used for his suitors, his 'good fucks'.
The other man closed the door behind his friend.
"Hey, Liam." His voice was quiet and icy as it cut through the air to hit Liam in the face.
Still the taller one smiled his silly, drunk smile.
He walked further into the room almost bumping into his companion.
"Man," He paused to let out a chuckle and run a hand through his own hair as he blinked ever so slowly at whatever was on his mind.
"You missed one hell of a party tonight." He let his hand fall and laughed again. Aidan moved his arms to wrap around his body firmly to keep his shaking from being so noticeable. Liam was so close, the smell of cheap alcohol kept in old bottles and aging cans was overbearing…and his face…the smirk sculpted on his pale cheeks dug into Aidan, ready to jump into his soul and eat him alive as those blue eyes looked down on him, seeing him so helpless and unwanted.
Liam staggered closer leaning in the younger male's face.
"You want to hear what happened?" Before He could answer, Aidan was met with the sight of Liam's back as he turned the corner into the kitchen and slumped into one of the chairs at the lengthily round table shoved away to the side of the room.
The smaller form stopped in the doorway and watched his friend silently as he settled himself into the seat comfortably, his legs stretched wide across the red and cream colored tile below him, one arm supporting his sleepy head and the other splayed out in front of him as his fingers rub lightly at the table top.
"Mmmmm…There was this girl, right? Well, anyway, she was really hot and of all the people there, she wanted to talk to me." He stopped to shake his head almost trying to hide the smile on his face.
Aidan began to fidget.
Quickly he reached for the light switch next to him on the wall and flipped it on. A dim glow flooded the room from the swinging scrap of aluminum dangling above Liam's head, spot lighting the man at the table and gracing him with its deep shadows.
The brunette flinched a bit but continued with his story.
"She had this…almost see through white dress on. I could see her bra; everything, even her panties…and you know something Aidan? …she was wet for me…she wanted me-I could see it…"
The cherry headed boy took in a gulp of air and nodded at his friend as he glanced at him.
"So, we…talked for a while and shit and she was telling me…about her life and blah, blah, blah. Then…I asked her if she wanted to come home w-...with me. She said 'Yeah.' And just like that we were in my car and she was… telling me how she had been wantin' to kiss me all night and shit…and we made out and everything…and…"
Suddenly his face shifted into a frown and he looked down at the table almost in disgust.
"I bit her." His tone had cleared, had become aware for what seemed like the first time tonight.
Aidan raised an eyebrow and let his arms come up and form a knot on his chest again.
"You bit her?"
"Yeah, she fuckin' pushed me and got out of the car all screaming and everything. Man…she was bleeding so badly." Liam lifted his hand and rubbed it down his bottom lip, his fingers brushing the piercings there and he continued on all the way down to the top of his chest.
"It got all over…all over her dress…and she was so beautiful." There was a long silence as Aidan stared, shocked at his roommate who watched the shadows on the floor dance and hop every now and then when a car would come by.
Liam lifted his head and glared into the eyes of the smaller man. His arm rose from the table and he pointed at Aidan, flexing his finger boldly.
"Come here." It was more of a command then anything but the other obliged anyway. Slowly, he made his way to the intoxicated figure and stopped when he was only a few inches away, his arms shaking at how near he was again to the brunette.
"Yeah?" He asked in his quiet tone.
Liam let his eyes wander down the tiny frame and slowly they came back and found the hidden face again.
"Let me see your hand."
Aidan almost shook his head but stopped himself. Hesitantly, he pulled the limb away from his side and reached it out to the drunk. For those few seconds his hand was in the air, he could feel his heartbeat ripping through the tiny veins in his fingertips and he almost forgot to breathe.
Liam took him by the wrist and began grinning once more. Their palms touched and against each other the size difference in them became apparent. The younger male could just barely stretch his hand far enough so that his fingers touched the base of Liam's.
The brunette gently pulled it down, engulfing it in his massive web of flesh.
Aidan let a little gasp escape the shadows of his now blushing face as Liam placed the red haired boy's hand lightly against his crotch. A bulge met the soft skin there and he began to shake harder.
The older boy could only stare into his face for each reaction as he leant his head so close to the vulnerable, little prey before him.
"You feel that?" Aidan opened his mouth to speak but only made his labored breathing more noticeable. He closed it quickly and nodded.
"That's what she did to me…what tasting her did to me, Aidy. Hmmm….I'm so hard...it hurts."
Aidan was torn between wanting to cry, wanting to scream, and wanting to touch him more. How wonderful an opportunity this would have seemed a day ago or even an hour ago. But now that it was here, staring him in the face, he couldn't bring his eyes to those amazing blue ones diving all over him, he couldn't even move.
"You like this? Or are you scared?" Liam pressed the hand firmly to himself and spread his legs slightly. The messy mop of russet hair was tossed back to hang over the arch of the chair and exposed his beautiful throat, the lump there bobbing up and down as he laughed gently.
Again Aidan felt below him, like a child, like he was worthless and didn't know at all what he was doing. But Liam had no idea what he had seen and done inside his head every time they looked at each other or every time he simply glanced at his muse. How he would close his eyes when no one was looking and see Liam's bedroom. His dirty cloths sprawled in a terrain of worn material across the dusty wood floor of his room. Aidan knew if they had faces, they would always be smiling. They would be the lucky ones who collected filth from his skin and gained the smell of his must and sweat. Just like his large mattress pushed away in the corner was proud to wear any abuse or stain he had carelessly given it as long as he came home and pressed some little bitch to its surface and fucked her until she screamed
But there was never any girl in his mind. In his mind they were the ones lying there on top of each other, yelling for each other, slamming each other into the sheets…covered in their own blood from the twisted passions of their desires.
Aidan shivered again as he came back to real life, to the kitchen where he was so close to what he had always wanted. His love moved his lips in silent cries, his ribs rushing in and out fast as his body arched in his slouching position. The tension all over him so visible through the clingy hold of his old azure shirt, the light blue of his ragged, baggy jeans, even in the aged, brown, leather jacket as the patches flexed with his pleasure.
But it wasn't enough.
Liam almost whimpered when Aidan stopped moving, but caught himself quickly, letting his head fall back to his chest to look at the one who had been touching him only to see the bony fingers pulling away and disappearing at the other's side.
"What are you doing?" His voice was anger with a dash of annoyance but the younger boy just ignored him, turning his back on him and walking into the shadows.
Liam let his lids slide halfway shut and his eyebrows lowered. The look on his face was suspicious and he glared into the darkness, trying his best to see whatever could be there. He heard the immodest sound of opening and closing drawers and the clanking of silverware shifting and brushing together. The sounds stopped and soon Aidan stepped back into the light, his head bent low and his arms tight behind him.
Slowly, he approached his companion and stood before him the grin on his face seemingly uncontrollable.
"You like blood, huh?" Liam watched him but found nothing he could place in the darkened face.
Aidan let out a small giggle that rustled the hair in front of his pretty green eyes. Liam let a look of confusion pass over his features as he spoke.
"Yeah…" the other boy's smile widened.
"Very good." The last word was strung from his lips to the ceiling and hung in the air in a threatening manner as he pulled his hands from behind him.
Liam's mouth nearly dropped at the sight.
Aidan held out his arms and in them was a sea of cheap silver and steel. Wooden and plastic handles alike, sizes big and small, strong and weak. The crash of their fall as Aidan dropped them on the table made Liam's heart jump with need.
Knives, at least six or seven of them lying there, spread out and glowing before him.
His breathing hitched again as he sat there staring, long limbs a twisted spidery mess all over the floor, his hair twitching with his breath. The pain in his groin had doubled shooting up into his stomach and around his sides.
He was so hungry…
Aidan bent down, brushing their foreheads together teasingly. He then gently took the brunette's bottom lip piercing between his teeth. The metal ground into the white nubs as he tightened his jaw and pulled. Liam moaned as a tiny, sore pulse beat through the stretch.
Quickly his lover released his mouth and looked him in the eyes. The older man could see the flood of need-of 'hunger' in those jade depths weigh at his own.
"Maybe you should take your shirt off?" His voice still held the shy plead of a coward but it was so sick with passion it didn't matter anymore.
Aidan backed away and Liam stood, shrugging off his jacket, letting it land with a loud sound on the floor. The red head blushed as his muse's bulky fingers found the hem of his own shirt and ripped it off, nearly leaving it in blue shreds.
Aidan examined him closely as he had done so many times before. The memorized crease and curve of every muscle where it had been before those, dark early mornings when Liam would crawl under his blanket alone and fall fast asleep on his folded arms, or those warm afternoons when he would wake and slip into the hot flow of their shower, the steam blinding him from the light breathing and needy stare of the eyes watching him from just behind the cracked door of the bathroom.
Oh, yes. Not a tattoo moved, not a ring out of place.
Rage reached out his hand and touched his lover's bare collar bone. The surface of his body heated the younger male's palm as he flattened it out on the tight muscle before him.
The taller man grinned as he watched his roommate.
"You like what you see? You like touching me, Aidy?" His tone was, again, supercilious but before the other could respond, Liam wrapped his arms around Aidan's waist, pulling his small form nearly off of the ground, crushing their lips together.
He could feel his obsession force his mouth open with an insistent tongue. Slowly he welcomed the other in as his hands moved awkwardly, desperately around the broad shoulders, searching to hold the face of the brunette.
Liam pushed passed his teeth into the wet heat. He dipped down, to be met by the quivering tongue of the boy. The silver rod through his own beat slowly on the soft pink surface as Aidan sucked on his mouth, grabbing his face, clawing into it. His tiny moans vibrated all the way down Liam's throat and he could almost see Aidan shaking through his strained eyelids.
But just as quickly as it started, the moment was over. The scarlet haired boy pulled their faces apart harshly and took a deep gasp of air.
He opened his eyes, the blended colors coming back together gradually in pictures. The swollen, parted mouth breathing over his had come to wear a red color with an underlining shade of blue.
The bruise would match his eyes in such a lovely way once it settled.
Quickly he regained his thoughts and placed his hands on Liam's chest again, shoving him back onto the table, crawling on top of him before he could think. He placed his knees on each side of the taller boy's thighs and straddled his hips, reaching for his arms as they lay strung above his head. He wrapped his hand as best he could around the thick wrists, stretching out his body to press firmly against his lover's. He forcefully pushed them into the table where they were and started looking about.
Soon his eyes began to glow with the smile he just put on. Aidan pulled one hand away from holding onto the brunette's wrist and reached for something. Liam was shivering with want as all he could do was watch and wait. Then they were looking at each other again, the smaller man bringing his arm back to where it had been.
In his fingers he clutched four of the knives he had retrieved from the kitchen counter a while ago. Aidan carefully placed all but one next to Liam's head. The one he held was somewhat large with a brown, plastic handle the blade covered in scratches and small dents that became rather apparent as he held it up to the light to inspect its surface.
After a moment, he glanced back at his prey who was staring up at him intensely.
"You want me to hurt you, Liam?" The drunk rolled his eyes at the other's attempt of gaining dominance and smirked.
"Yeah," He lifted his upper body in one swift motion, rubbing hard against the one on top of him, receiving a moan before he settled down into his place on the table.
"I want you to hurt me."
He watched closely as he pushed the larger palms flat with his own, leaving finger prints to fade after loss of contact in small white dots as he lifted his hand away slowly.
Aidan flashed him a knowing smirk as he held the knife above his own head and wrapped both of his sets of fingers around it tightly. His teeth gritted together as he brought it down with all the force he could muster.
A wet crush broke through the air damp with their hot breath and bleed into a deep, loud scream. The younger male could feel his head pound at the crazed noise as the body under him twitched and shifted.
He cautiously opened his eyes, terrified of what he would see.
Would Liam be angry?
Would he be afraid? Disgusted?
His vision was met with the pale face below him. The light mahogany locks spread across the table highlighted the expression on his lover's face as his head snapped to the side, squirming. His eyes closed tightly with his shadowed brow colliding into them. His lips twisted over clenched teeth, torn between the great pain and ultimate pleasure coursing through him.
Liam arched and opened his mouth in a silent cry as his eyes slid open and he turned his chin back to look at the smaller figure. They were so cold it made Aidan shiver. But it wasn't cold rejection or loathing. It was icy need, serious want, desire that drove into him so hard he could scream as it burned him away.
Their eyes held the intense gaze for a moment before a wild grin swept over the brunette's swollen lips, his look shooting to where the knife had been placed.
The blade shimmered in its standing pose before the two lovers. The handle was faintly damp with the sweat of Aidan's palm and so very still in the regal position. Liam's eyes wandered down the steel frame, passed every jagged little notch some of them perfect, some of them broken, but all of them disappearing into a mound of flesh, laying there, twitching and fidgeting on the table top.
Curl, uncurl, curl, and uncurl.
The knife had been driven right against the bottom of his knuckle, under his middle finger. The feeling of that cold foreign object scraping his shattered and scratched bones hummed through his fingertips all the way to his shoulder, throbbing to sing him the song of his own existence.
He felt the muscles clench up around it again and almost groaned as they were sliced to a fine numbness over and over ever so slowly.
His eyes found Aidan once more. He noticed with a skip in his heartbeat that a bit of blood had dotted the face of his lover gently…just like summer freckles.
He was so fucking beautiful.
Liam reached up with his free left hand and only brushed his fingers over the ends of the other boy's hair before his arm was slammed back into the table, a smaller hand holding it firmly in place.
"I never said I was finished." The voice was quiet and emotionless but rang in his ears as if it were God himself, displeased and slightly angry.
Aidan quickly grabbed for another knife that lay next to the older man's head, bringing it above both of them and then shoving it down through the untouched palm.
It began to bleed so fast. Thick crimson drained from him and pooled in his hand, the table, and then the floor while the other limb's essence was still stretching out around his head, tangling in his hair.
Liam bucked harshly at the split vein, throwing his head back and yelling.
"FUCK!" The crimson haired boy shivered at the pained grunts and shouts speeding through the other's flushed cheeks and crossed brows as they soared to the ceiling from his mouth.
"Shhh…." It was a hiss barely heard behind the struggles of the larger figure. But suddenly he calmed and his screams died into short, broken breaths. He let his neck pull his head back in place, tears touched his eyes just a little and he swallowed hard as he looked at his companion again.
Aidan nearly blushed as he saw no knotted sneer on his face, but a fevered smile that was just itching to melt into his, but he pushed the childish action away and lent down in the drunk's panting face, wearing a smirk that looked delicious. He stretched his hands out to brush over the knife handles in each hand and the tiny vibrations echoed over the broken meat wedged against their blades. Liam bucked under him again sucking in his breath like a whisper.
"That's so much better, don't you think?" Liam grinned at him again and laughed lightly with a blink and a small shake of his head.
"It's better than sex."
"We'll see about that." His bony index finger traced the bold jaw line of his companion. He let his face fall to the brunette's until their lips were barely touching. Liam wanted to taste him so bad- to take his mouth and rip it open, but could only feel the webs of spit and old kisses on the raw flesh teasing him now.
He flicked his tongue out and ran it over the small part in his room mate's lips. The smaller form moaned lightly and the hot breath showered over his face, burning his cheeks and eye lids.
Oh, this was too much. The way he played with him, the feeling of their bodies-erections smashed against one another…and his lovely hands kept teasing with quaky brushes on the knife handles, sometimes harsh, sometimes barely at all. Every touch was better than the one before it, every moan so much sweeter falling into his mouth like candy. He wanted to hurt Aidan so bad it was killing him inside. He needed it!
Without warning, Liam lifted the top of his body from where he laid, the knives tugging at his hands as they flinched in his movement. His lips sunk into the younger man's and he devoured him there, tasted the insides of him again and he was over come by the pure bliss of hunger. His teeth played with his bottom lip, rolling the fluffy skin back and forth gently before digging his teeth into the soft, wet mound. At first it rejected his assault then broke so easily under his will. The tension of the skin gave way to tiny droplets of blood that seemed so huge to his tongue.
Liam moaned as the thick substance slithered down his throat so easily, but was shoved away, lost to paradise just as fast. His head hit the table with a sound that sickened him and a force that sent white shooting from the sides of his eyes.
"That was awfully rude of you." The drunk closed his eyes, falling into the sore sensation of his bruising head and the other's sharp words mixing fiercely. Aidan never looked away from Liam as his hand stumbled, shaking with frustration, over the pile of blades on the table.
"What do I have to do to keep you down!?" Small click-clanks running over the surface of his ears let him know Aidan found what he was looking for. And the strings of hot, senseless pain darting without breath all over him from his trapped arm let him know what Aidan intended to do with what he found.
An uncontrolled scream bubbled from his throat and he lashed out with his hips, his head, anything that could move, anything that could make the pain last. Oh, how wonderful those few seconds of penetration could be before the cuts settled and began to breath. It hurt so well.
But as soon as that pain calmed, another flash of it shot through the opposite pinned limb and he almost cried in pure bliss. Sticky heat leapt from the wounds and wet his clothes, his hair, at points it felt like it was seeping into him but it didn't matter, nothing mattered now. There was only him and Aidan and the rebirth of hurt eating at his very womb.
Aidan stared down at the scene in front of him and lost his heart beat for what seemed like an eternity.
Liam was covered in his own blood, four blades rising out of his broken flesh, his crusting palms and his fresh, ripped wrists. And his face was diseased with the pain that they caused him. There was nothing more beautiful then the blush on his twisted face.
The younger male began to rock against his hips, their imprisoned needs ground into one another and the friction their clothing caused was unbelievable. He placed his hands on his lover's broad chest to keep from falling on him as they started to move together, to scream out together.
Liam was the first to stop as Aidan lent down for a harsh, messy kiss, his hands slipping to tangle in the brunette's blackening locks as he savored the taste of fresh life there on his mouth.
Their spit stretched out in the open air as they would part to breathe then come back together again, fevered pants burning the skin on their faces.
Aidan whined into his lover's throat as the movements below him stopped, his light brows knitting together in irritation.
He opened his eyes when a chuckle shook his tongue. He pulled away and looked down, his mouth still mocking that of an angry child's. Before he could speak, he collided with the glare of the older boy, staring up at him with starved intentions. Liam grinned and tried to lift his body to the one on top of him again, failing with his struggles, but he didn't stop or even flinch on his restraints.
"I…I need you." His sounds were labored and he lowered his head for a second as if finding his voice, or maybe just the words to form it into. He looked up again, the crazed desire so visible now and he struggled harder.
"I want to fuck that pretty, little faggot-face! I want to slide between your legs and get inside you! I want to rip you open anyway I can…I want to hurt you…I need to hurt you…I'm so hungry for you Aidan, I'm fucking starving!"
Aidan's eye lids dipped closed shortly and he opened them again to stare at his lover.
Such beautiful words, such wanted words.
The red headed boy lifted his hips and began sliding down the other's thighs, over his knees and passed his calves. His finger nails tore at the damp chest and stomach as his lover watched desperately as the other man crawled down his body slowly.
Aidan looked up from his crouching position on the table before quickly turning back to the ignored bulge between Liam's thighs.
His quaking palm pressed the lump softly and a gasp of breath slipped passed the teeth of the brunette and he threw his head back in pleasure. His lips formed words without a sound as his breathing got more and more labored with the pressure of Aidan's hand.
Carefully, his fingers traced the bulge lightly and found the button and zipper to his jeans. Aidan tugged the material away from the chubby build of the round nub then ripped the metal teeth of the zipper open under it. He then was at his lover's hips, pulling the pants down quickly.
Cotton of a worn black slipped from the blue of his jeans. His legs quivered and spread slightly as Aidan ran a hand over his thighs. The scarlet haired boy looked up to watch his every reaction, his every movement and was pleased to see his teeth clench and unclench, his mouth open in a silent scream, and his head roll back and forth on his stiff shoulders as his eyes slammed shut.
The younger male averted his attention back to his lover's crotch and grinned to himself.
His back boxers were almost exploding with him so tight against the surface of them and a small wet spot sopped and pooled near the center of the material. The throbbing of his erection couldn't go unnoticed to Aidan and he smiled wider.
Slowly his mouth opened and his tongue pushed passed his teeth and he reached it out, leaving a wet trail lazily over the bulge before him.
Liam shuddered and hissed another breath.
"Fuck…" His voice was a groan as he bent his neck to watch the smaller form below his waist.
Aidan lifted his hands and wrapped his fingers harshly over as much of Liam's thigh as he could. The muscle twitched and tightened as older boy's ankles shifted in the bunch of jeans and socks over their skin. He could even feel the toes in his dark leather boots curling and stretching as his companion kicked his shoes and the rest of his clothing off hastily.
Aidan let his tongue roll over the brunette's groin again but harder this time, being sure to slip against the wet dot of thick pre-cum. And before there was even a response, he took the clothed mound in his mouth and sucked on it firmly.
Liam bucked his hips wildly and spread his bare legs until the long limbs hung loosely over the table top.
Aidan groaned at his heat-his taste. He could feel a tinge of alcohol and sugar swimming in the body of sex seeping out of him.
His fingers gripped harder at the flesh they clung to and he sucked harder, but it wasn't enough, just to make him feel so good. Anyone could do that, make him moan and squirm…but he had it in his power to give him paradise. He had the power not only to make him blush, but also to make him cry and scream out in tormented passion. He had it in his hands to hurt the obsession he had so wanted to claim as his own.
Aidan pulled his mouth away, part of his brain screeching at the loss of his flavor, but he ignored it thoroughly. Liam protested with a growl as the younger male began kissing the hot flesh of his inner thighs instead. His lips played over the uncovered cuts hungrily, shoving into them over and over, but it still wasn't enough!
Without warning, Aidan opened his mouth wide and sunk his teeth into the tight muscle. Liam cried out as the skin broke with a sloppy smack in his lover's mouth.
The red headed boy felt the gooey squish of fat on his tongue. Out of the corners of his eyes, he could make out the light yellowish color as the layer of it broke and slipped around his cheeks and down his chin. The taste of blood became more apparent around the skin and flab as he gashed farther into the flesh. Suddenly, his teeth scrapped against a hard surface, something much tougher then the skin and he ripped into it without mercy.
"AIDAN!" His name echoed in the large room and he bit harder. He could feel the strands of muscle split under his force and he jerked his head back abruptly, taking with him all that his mouth had captured.
Blood splattered on the table and sprayed the closest wall gently. The meat so lifeless in his mouth shifted as he slid it over to the pocket of his cheek with his tongue, the blood making his saliva so sticky and thick.
He began to chew his catch softly, letting the tastes and textures of warm, drenched flesh ride his mouth. Everything was so wonderfully appetizing, the broken tissue, the sloppy, red liquid sloshing around, the few soppy hairs once a prefect chocolate now a strawberry decay.
His mouth worked the mound harder, splitting it into further smaller pieces over and over again.
Liam stared at the boy on top of him, his shoulders thrown back and his hair dripping with sweat and blood as his jaw ground back and forth cruelly. Crimson life tainted his face with big, scarlet blotches and the lithe body began to rock gently again as he opened his eyes to return the look the older male had been giving him, swallowing greedily. Aidan moaned as his pulsing, clothed need pressed into the large hole now in his friend's leg. His pants became moist with the juices of the wound as they soaked through the material and touched his thighs and erection with painful heat.
His hips moved more harshly and he soon doubled over, placing his hands flat on the table on either side of his lover's chest and arching his back. His legs slid under the appendage below him, crossing. He then bent his knees so the broad leg rubbed over his back side and groin each time he ground into the gash. Rage spread his thighs further and began panting in short moans and yelps, closing his eyes and throwing his head back.
Liam watched him, absolutely furious that he could do nothing to give himself pleasure, or add to his companion's.
He could feel the last piece of cloth on his body tighten even more as he moved his hips against empty air, so close to the heavy warmth meshing into his bloodied limb. The brown hair around his head twisted and turned his face and his cheek slammed into the table in frustration. He opened his mouth in a silent plea and then quickly turned back to the crimson haired boy.
Aidan met his gaze and began to slow his movements as his eyes shot back to a spot on the table next to Liam's knee. There, untouched and begging to be used were the rest of the knives.
He grinned to himself and let one of his arms slip out from under him and wander to the anxious weapons. He clutched one of the blades securely and brought it back up; running it lazily over the intact flesh of his lover's other thigh. His hand shook with want. He felt like he was trying to run away from something absolutely horrible, but could only walk. He felt like he couldn't possibly go fast enough even though he had all the ability. And the speed ran through his blood like fire in his veins and it was begging to breath.
Aidan lifted his arms swiftly and smashed it into the heap of flesh under his gaze. Liam screamed out as he ripped the utensil away and slammed it back in over and over. He could feel his leg shatter into damp puddles of heat all over the muscles and raw mess of skin.
This was getting too much to handle. The brunette glared down at Aidan as the younger male stopped, letting his arm fall to his side as well as the knife it was clutching loosely. The limb he had torn apart and was jerking around uncontrollably, spitting blood every which way.
He looked back at his lover.
Liam held his look of aggravation and barred his teeth at the red headed man.
"Suck me." Aidan felt a shiver ride him at the rough, emotionless command, but was silent under the hot stare of his roommate.
His fingers clawed at the elastic waist band of his boxers and bloody them as Aidan struggled slightly to pull his digits apart from the hardening, sticky tangle between them. He bunched the material up in his palms and pulled it down the thick hips. Quickly, he worked the clothing down the older boy's legs and feet, tossing them to the floor.
As his attention averted back to the needy admirer, he felt his face redden deeper.
Before him was a heap of flesh. Naked, smooth, and soaked in sweat, each vein in the organ throbbed and quivered noticeably. The head of it wept big, white tears over velvety skin and a wide rod holding two orbs of wet silver shoved through his manhood.
Liam moaned and stretched his legs even further apart as Aidan's parted lips blew a whisper of breath over the erection jolting out from between his bloody thighs.
The scarlet haired boy bent his head, pushing his hair behind his ears before it could fall into his face. Carefully, he placed both hands back on the table, now near Liam's waist as he slid down to settle among his lover's claves. He closed his eyes and gently brushed his lips over the tip of the rejected shaft.
The taste of Liam was better then he had imagined. Salt, skin, blood, and alcohol all tangled in strings as the thick drops oozed into his mouth. His tongue scrapped at the webbed substance and painted it over his teeth and the inside of his cheeks.
But the last beads of pre-cum began to thin in his watery mouth and slipped down his throat only leaving a flavor that began to fade much too fast.
He was so warm, so beautiful, so fucking good, and Aidan needed more.
He opened his jaw as far as he could and wrapped his hands around the base of his lover. His lips brushed over the head of the erection again, the body of it grinding into his taste buds and the ridges on the roof of his mouth as that heavenly essence and his saliva mingled to play on his desires.
Liam groaned at the tight heat that covered his manhood. His hips jumped from the table over and over again, wanting to go in as deep as he could, needing to feel more then just his mouth. He wanted insides, blood, guts. He wanted all of Aidan.
The brunette began tugging at his hands, but stopped to shudder as the other boy began to suck on him, the searing orifice pulling him in and out slowly at first then faster and faster. His breath came in gasps and growls as he shook with bliss.
Aidan listened closely to the sound of his pleasure, picturing that strong face in his mind tainted with red and crossed eye brows as his pale lips opened in a throaty scream. A blush began to rise in his own cheeks and he pulled one of his trembling hands away from his lover and moved it to his own crotch. He drew his palm over the crouching thigh through his jeans and whimpered at his own touch, the sound vibrating through his throat and over the flesh of the member in his mouth.
Liam screamed out again and Aidan ground harder on himself as his hand inched closer and closer to his taut groin.
The red headed boy took his other hand away from his roommate and let his fingers stumble over his lover's hip, blindly searching for something. Suddenly, he felt the soaked heat of broken flesh and grinned to himself.
His small limbs played with the torn flesh at the surface, yanking it and rubbing it all over his palm while the other hand finally found his own straining need standing painfully against its restrains. He cupped the bulge and worked it quickly, rocking his lower body back and forth into his palm, his hand hitting the table with small knocks.
Liam moaned again, writhing in the feeling of not only the other's head moving, but his hips down to his ankles as they grazed over the insides of his legs with each thrust. He clamped his eyes shut and clenched his teeth as his legs shifted from their place on the table top. The blood gathering below them laced over his flesh and onto the wooden surface, a small binding that was still difficult for him to work his strength against. He lifted the shredded appendages and slammed them against his lover's sides, arching again into the ravenous mouth.
The brunette thrashed over and over again, bucking his hips as rapidly as he could as he neared his climax.
He opened his eyes and stared blankly up a the ceiling as thoughts raced in and out of his head, as pasty spit stretched and squished on his lips, as that tongue rubbed and coiled against him. Still, it wasn't good enough, he needed something more.
Liam raised his head to see his companion's sweat-drenched face smashing onto his penis. He smiled to himself as he lifted his lower body as far off the table as he could, his erection jamming into the tight throat of the boy on top of him.
A loud gag sounded through the room and Aidan's eyes widened as hot bubbles of burning liquid pushed up against his lungs and then through his esophagus. Soggy chunks quickly became apparent as the deep, sour fluid flooded his mouth, rushing to lap around the member there.
Liam gasped as the burn worked over him, pushing him over the edge of his peak.
The erection tensed in the crimson haired boy's mouth and shot out that glorious essence to hit the back of his throat through the tastes between his jaws. The flavor of the two things mixing together made him choke out a gurgled scream around his lover as his own release dampened the inside of his pants.
His lips freed Liam as puke sloshed out of his mouth to trail over the drunk's ripped thighs and the rest of his crotch. Aidan watched as the liquid ever so slowly inched around them, grinning to himself as the shreds of soppy meat crowded in the vomit made such a beautiful red by the brunette's blood.
Aidan's embarrassment made him shiver as he sat up and looked down at the wet dots seeping out from his boxers onto his jeans. His eyes found Liam as they gazed at each other, panting and sweating. Liam let his vulgar smirk leak out over his face.
"You give good head." The younger one could feel his groin grow tight all over again as the words drilled into his head, the arrogant manner making him aroused and so very angry at the same time.
Aidan crawled to straddle the larger waist under him, running his hands lovingly down his companion's pinned arms.
"Thank you…Well, I think you give pretty good motivation…I mean…I could just look at you all day….so trapped-so helpless" Aidan turned his eyes to the older man's face as he drew his hands away from their dreamy touch. Liam captured one of the fingers in his mouth as it drifted close to his face, ensnaring it before it could creep onto the safety of Aidan's chest. He grazed his teeth over it gently, trying hard to control himself. Carefully, he released it and blinked slowly at his lover, gritting his teeth and lifting his head again, trying so anxiously to get to the other boy and failing.
"Maybe I don't like being so helpless right now. Maybe I want to see you all tied down and squirming." He paused and stretched out his tongue to run it over Aidan's chin just barely, gaining him a shudder from his counter part.
Aidan smiled at him sweetly and reached down to brush his fingers over his face.
"Well, what if I let one of your hands up? How does that sound?" Liam turned his head to glance at the knives standing at attention from both his palm and wrist. His head snapped back to grin at his lover.
"Sounds better." Aidan laughed gently and pressed himself to the larger form. His hand wandered up the mangled arm and stopped to strum the heel of the brunette's palm. He sighed as he back tracked a bit to wrap his hand around the blade embedded in his wrist. He pulled it lightly and found it wouldn't move. His eyes grazed over the weapon and glared at it profoundly before he swiftly ripped it from its solid place in his lover's limb. A loud smack of the skin's release on the knife blended with the scream as Liam hissed through his teeth and over his bucking body.
"Shit…" Aidan looked at the blade momentarily before tossing it to the floor. He turned his attention to the second dagger stuck so deeply in the twitching hand on the table when a wonderful idea came to him.
"Liam," He got the brunette to look at him and his smile widened. He lent down and brushed his lips over the trembling ones below him. Aidan shoved his hair behind his ear with one hand then let the other rest on the gapping hole in his lover's wrist.
"You want to feel something really good?" The older male searched his emerald eyes for a clue to his fate, but found nothing in the glazed orbs glowing so brightly with that gorgeous longing.
His head bobbed up and down carefully with a nod.
Aidan smiled as he raised himself from the drunk, throwing both of his legs to one side and shoving his body away from the table. He stood on wobbly ankles but held his balance well.
The younger boy lowered his hands to the front hem of his shirt. His fingers tugged at it lightly. He pulled the article of clothing up his torso, a shudder jerking over his heart every now and then, reminding him of his embarrassment.
The creamy colored material slipped from his head and arms and fell to the floor as soon as he let it drop. Suddenly, he felt stupid, misplaced, and so very…ugly.
Aidan let his eyes roam over his exposed flesh and became aware of the tears climbing up his throat.
He was nothing compared to the god before him. His skin was too pale, his body too stunted and thin, and his hair ragged.
He felt like nothing and almost reached for his shirt from the floor.
"You're even prettier then a girl..." The statement was in awe and floated delicately to land so heavy on his head. The scarlet haired boy glanced up from under his hair to see the lusty face of his room mate digging into him with half lidded eyes and a warm smile.
His hands coiled back to his sides and they were both hushed for a moment. The atmosphere was breathing them in and out giving them the realization of the dark wonder they had achieved and shoving it in their brains with each exhalation of humid whimpers.
Aidan was the first to move.
His hands found his waist again, his fingers impatiently pulling the belt around his hips free. He looked down and watched the slick strip fall away from the metal square holding it. The red headed boy drew it away from the thin navy strips pressing the band to his body, letting the end of it hit the side of his leg as it was freed. He grasped it with both hands, studying its worn surface. Beautiful images ran in his mind and Aidan closed his fists around the leather strap.
"Fine," The smaller form stated suddenly. He watched the drunk with his lips parted and his head rose. He snickered
The older male felt a bit of uncertainty mount inside him at the abrupt change in his lover's warm air. His heart began to race just thinking about the amazing things that were to come.
"Then do it yourself." Liam felt his face twist into a displeased knot. He gritted his teeth and shook his head, growling.
"What!? You little FUCK!" He thrashed on the table, anger visible by the red in his cheeks. Aidan simply turned his back to the other boy and laughed harder at his pathetic, childish reaction. The smaller form glanced over his shoulder with a knowing smile and pressed his fingers to his lips.
"Shhh…Don't be silly, Liam. It's just a game. Just rip your hand away nice and hard, that's all you have to do." The other glared up at him with a heap of desires shifting back and forth in his baby blue eyes.
"What do you mean 'a game'!?" Aidan twisted back to the brunette and walked over to him gingerly. The belt in his hands tightened and snapped out of his palm with a twitch of his wrist. The strap slammed into the tender flesh right above Liam's groin, tearing the skin and ripping at the shaking beads of sweat there. As Aidan pulled the band away, air sliced at the budding blood forming at the surface emphasizing on the large, blurred sting left behind.
"Don't be so rude. You should know better." Liam let his body absorb the pain in his abdomen and smirked at the one above him. His mouth stretched out wide on his face, wanting, starving, and so ready for more!
"Fuck you." He spat the words as if Aidan wasn't worthy enough to hear them from his lips or anyone's for that mater. He began to laugh after words, a horrible cackle that told him this whole thing was insignificant, that he was nothing.
The younger man felt himself quaking. He let his chin drop to his chest as his arms fell to his sides, the black strip in his hand brushing the floor. Tears clawed at his throat and he sealed his mouth shut.
Maybe he really didn't mean anything to the drunk or the world or himself. But could it be all this pleasure, all this beautiful hurt could be just 'pretend' or something never to be desired again? After they were finished, would they even crawl into bed together?
A pain began to rise in his stomach as a whimper bled through his pressed lips.
But he would not be weak!
The belt shifted from his left to his right hand, the silver end hitting the table leg in the movement. Suddenly, his arm was flung above his head and he brought it down swiftly along with the heavy end of the band.
The sight of his force crushing that hideous grin and the sound of the ivory nubs cracking against the weapon in his palm jolted him. He brought the strap up again, slamming it into the soft flesh of the face below.
"How's that, Liam!? Good enough yet!? Is that what you wanted!?" He gritted his teeth, laughing uncontrollably behind them. His breath was wet with the vision of Liam's blood. Like, destiny or fate all of it felt so perfect. Everything just fit and he was wallowing in being so whole.
A sore throb in his arm torched his muscles and his actions slowed to a stop. The belt slid away from between him and his lover and landed on the floor as he dropped it. His chest rose and fell with ragged sounds as he looked upon his muse. Liam attempted to look back but blood ran thick with the tears in his slashed eyes.
Aidan touched the surface of pulpy, sodden tissue and torn thread that was the brunette's face. Liam opened his mouth, a scream wrenching out from the bottom of his belly. The cracked shards of his teeth showed little white under the shower of blood and broken gums as the sound blew over Aidan's face with the smell of tipsy spit and dead crimson.
The older boy thrashed around violently and whaled in horrible pain. Aidan felt himself get aroused.
He grinned and lent down on Liam. His face burned with the howls of his room mate as he struggled to stay so close to the larger figure.
"Does it hurt?" his voice mocked.
"Do you want to hurt me back!? Why don't you stop being such a pathetic little cunt and fucking DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!?"
The appearance of his battered and beaten body drilled Liam with the consequence of hurt. Still, nothing was as loud as those words and that voice. Not even his screams or the fading memory of the belt striking him.
Smack.
Crack.
It hurt him so much more, those fucking words and that fucking voice!
'Do something about it-do something about it!'
Suddenly, nothing else mattered. All that meant anything was that boy, that lithe, awkward body on his, those hips, those lips, that face, that dick twitching against his, begging for him to 'FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!' and 'HURT ME, HURT ME, HURT ME!'
Liam pulled at his palm, the free wrist below it wriggling and tensing. The flesh was torn apart slowly. Like tiny fingers, each particle bound together, trying so desperately to hold back all that blood and raw meat. They failed in a flood of red tears, lost in a wonderland of small shredded bones breaking and sliding aside to make a path for the blade's edge.
Finally, his limb fell away from the knife still embedded in the table. The fingers were too far apart and the palm was too fat. He noticed an uneven pattern of small dots of light beginning to brighten the gash from the opposite side of his hand. Cream shards slipped out of the broken skin and jabbed at the air with their jagged ends as he gapped at the split appendage.
Aidan watched him with wide eyes as the wobbly mound twisted into a crippled fist and slammed into his ear. His body jerked at the impact and was sent to the floor as blinding sparks of white stretched over the black plains of his eyelids. He cried out as his hips crashed with the floor, his arms splaying out to pathetically catch the rest of him.
Liam opened the fist and grunted at the stiffness making it so difficult to move. Glancing at his other hand, he quickly wrapped his palm around the weapon in his wrist snatching it out of its place and tossing it to the floor.
The clatter of metal on the tile made Aidan shudder, grabbing his head. He wished he could reach into his mind and brush his fingers over the sensation. Go passed every lock of hair and morsel of skin and bone to just feel it so close to the surface, that beautiful pain that drove him mad.
The loud chime of the knife falling to the floor came again and he groaned, rolling from his side to his stomach. He pushed his arms under himself and shoved at the ground. His body shifted into a wavy standing position and his hand reached up to caressed the ear that had been hit. He murmured and pulled the touch away, noticing the new cuts behind the lobe caused by the small, sharp hoop through the tissue there.
His arm went back to hang at his side and he opened his eyes cautiously, his lashes bleeding with streams of light. Everything was soon clear again.
He met the gaze of his lover, the crushed teeth grinning in tangled ribbons of broken gums, his brow and hair drenched in angry tears, and his mutilated legs hanging over the side of the table as he sat there mockingly unflinching.
The smaller boy let his lips open in a silent gasp. But hastily he closed his mouth and turned it into a smirk. His hands found his hips and held them shaking as he chuckled, lifting his chin to the blonde.
"I told you it would feel good." One of Liam's hands rose from the wooden surface and he held it in the air where Aidan could see. His left eyelid fluttered slightly as he bared his teeth in the smile.
He huffed as his legs straightened on the floor and supported him as he stood. He let only a sliver of his acknowledgement for the ache show on his features.
Liam began to approach the other, his head bent low so they their eyes met behind the shower of his sweaty strands.
Aidan grinned at him, trying to control the burst of excitement riding his system. His arms tightened at his sides as the hands on his hips fisted. He blinked at the floor then returned his gaze to the close figure above him.
The drunk's punctured tongue slipped out to wet his swelling lips and he spoke softly as his sticky fingers reached out to skim the blush of his lover's face.
"It felt like Heaven…but you know what will feel even better?" Liam let the same hand descend to Aidan's hip then slip around to the lush curve of his bottom.
The brunette placed his smirk to the heated flesh of his lover's ear, the words still hanging on the soft cool flesh like the booze on his delicious mouth. Aidan shivered as his breath drank the heat behind his lobe leaving the skin to cool awkwardly.
He was so cold.
Liam wrapped his arm around the smaller form and crushed their bodies together.
"It will feel better when I'm inside you…" His tongue reached out to dampen the translucent tissue of Aidan's face, making the younger creature whimper and lightly rock his sharp pelvis.
"When you're bloody for me..." He continued groping the turns of Aidan's bones and soul under the surface of his body and it felt good in his hands- so good his voice began to shake.
"When I hurt you good...when we're fucking-when we're finally…" His palm slid to the skin spreading from the cherry haired beauty's lashes and he held it there like romance.
"Together like lovers should be." Aidan shoved his face to the side and mashed his lips into those of his muse. They clashed like two dirty, blood ridden monsters, biting and starving for what came next.
Liam held his love tightly as he pushed him to the counter behind them, lifting the red headed boy to slam him onto the new and cold surface.
Aidan yelped in pain but never broke their kiss. Their tongues tangled with sobs and moans. Their hands pulled at skin and souls and pure craving. God, was it never enough? To be lying there, writhing and squirming in the rough hands of another, and not just another, but the one you have coveted for so long…so long. Why was the hunger driving them mad?
Liam let his hand stumble blindly about for a moment before opening his eyes and glancing back at the table. Glorious crimson streams blessed its worn color. Smells of love and hate brushed the air with a nearly awkward happiness and desire. The warm blades lay strewn about the battlefield of their passion like whores tossed aside and waiting for another chance to loose their breath.
The brunette forced Aidan from his form and smiled lightly at the snarl on the younger boy's face. He turned elegantly to the right of where he stood and walked not anywhere near the table but to the cabinet in the corner of the room.
He reached out and brushed the shabby metal handle of it clinging helplessly to the lopsided door. One palm spread firmly on the counter top and the other pulled the barrier open. His hand stumbled into the shadows of the small, narrow shelves, skimming over boxes and plastic bowls. His fingers brushed the familiar matted cord of what he was looking for. Liam pulled it quickly from its place into the small amount of light shining on the spot where he stood now.
He grinned at white stained armor holding in all the gadgets and guts of the utensil. And from the top of the smooth base, a beast of a blade stood emerging, bearing jagged rusted teeth as poof of its long lasting loyalty.
Liam turned back to his lover, holding the thing apparent in his hand as he limped back to the scarlet haired boy.
Aidan stared at it intently as the brunette stopped close to him, holding the tool to his face.
"An electric meat cutter? How very creative of you." His grin rose to Liam's placing a gentle kiss there.
"More then creative, it's fucking genius. Now," The larger man placed his free hand on Aidan's chest and pushed him onto his back.
"Lay down."
The touch of Liam was lost quickly as he pulled away again, focusing his attention on the utensil. He unraveled the cord sloppily and stretched it to the nearest outlet. He plugged it in and turned his attention back to the writhing body on the counter.
Aidan lifted his upper half for another kiss, just as the brunette's thumb slipped over the red switch to power the weapon in his hand.
The blade came roaring to life, perverse edges grinding back and forth in jolted movements, the sound of their growl getting closer then farther away then closer again as the tongue of its master pumped into the wanting mouth of his mate.
Liam broke the kiss, panting as he steadied his hand.
Aidan settled back onto the counter and placed his arms above his head.
Liam lent down to press his bare chest to the form below him and the slight vibrations starting at the brunette's arm placed moderate shakes on the other male. Aidan laughed and turned his swelling smile to the side.
The older man gave him an unseen grin. And as he watched with that grin, he noticed how happy his lover was. Blissful dreams swam in his eyes that screamed for their contentment, begged for a love that would satisfy peasants and their kings. A freedom and blessing that he had wanted from one and only one person, that person with the gorgeous gory smile looking down at him right now. Liam wanted so bad to give him that happiness, and not only that, but to be a part of it. Oh, and he would have what he wanted, he would be a part of the smaller figure soon enough.
The mahogany haired boy pulled himself from the warmth of Aidan's chest and brought the buzzing utensil between their bodies.
The shorter man looked at him, his bruising lips parted and eyes wide in awe. Liam lowered his hand to the other body just close enough so Aidan could feel the beast blowing a cool breath on his belly.
"This is just for you, beautiful." His attention was brought back to his lover's face as the larger man spoke.
"Just you and me." Liam was the most gorgeous he had ever been. His chocolate locks clung to the bloody splatters etched on his distorted flesh, the glitter on his face almost gone. His lips ripped and bloody, panting sour whispers to the air as his bare body held tight and shaking in the same atmosphere. Crimson life and sweat covered his every muscle in wet ecstasy. He was glory and those words made him perfection.
Aidan felt a response rise inside him.
"I-"
A sharp pain shot through his abdomen and the words became screams. Suddenly, the drone of the meat cutter wasn't so far away. Now it was tearing through his guts, reaching a burning hand through his throat to his mouth, making his teeth chatter.
The jaded scrap shifted inside of him and he arched up, toes curling in magnificent agony. Vibrations ground his flesh into frayed slivers and the teeth of the horrible machine ate at him without mercy.
Liam pulled down the deep cut set in his lover's belly. The skin parted with the force mincing it so easily. Blood began to speckle his hand and the white of the cutter as well as blessing so sweetly the transparent surface of the boy squirming between his legs.
The taller man rested his heavy arm as the utensil split the top of Aidan's soft navel. His eyes wandered up the mutilated frame, the breathing so apparent and the sighs so ragged and weak. Foamed spit drizzled down the younger man's cheeks, webbing on his lips and dipping into the matted strands of ratted locks tangled about his head.
Such beauty found in such an ugly way.
He twisted his wrist tightly and strengthened his grip on the handle of the blade. Slowly, he pulled it away from the messy hole it was in, each tooth fighting to stay in place as they pulled at the tense opening.
A groan echoed from the younger boy and Liam smiled to himself as he pulled the meat cutter completely into his vision. So bloody and rabid was the surface and how unwelcoming it had seemed…but the sight of love's very life-love's deepest devotion was too bright to dismiss in a blinding red bath.
Aidan pulled his arms underneath himself and pushed his body up on shaky elbows. He sucked in an uneven breath through the spit coating his mouth.
"M-My tummy hur-hurts…ss…"
As he moved, the blade went back inside his mutilated stomach. The slosh of wet meat against the metal and Aidan's groans made Liam shiver in excitement and he lent into he pale face, placing a kiss on the puffy lips drenched in pain.
Suddenly, a new weight was upon the blade and his arm. He glanced down as the buzzing sputtered nearly into silence.
A pair of smaller hands held onto the cutter near the base, the knuckles white and taunt as cherry drops spat from between the slender fingers.
Liam averted his attention back to his lover's face and watched him in awe as he lifted his body higher, pulling the weapon inside himself even further.
Without warning, Aidan dropped back onto the counter, the cutter shredding through him as it was pulled away once more so violently. But just as quickly as he had fallen he was pulling himself up again, impaling the new orifice so obviously wonderful on his body. Over and over again he fell and picked himself up, each time granting his lover a moan or yelp as he writhed on the cruel device.
The brunette felt his breath become labored and the pull in his groin so close to agonizing with Aidan's hips brushing his crotch so teasingly.
"Fuck…" He whimpered the word to himself as his eyes lidded over in unstable pleasure.
Finally, he ripped the appliance away from the crimson haired boy, making him gasp out in tormented lust. The sound of it clashing with the tiled floor was soon to follow and the murmurs of its painful jaws were silenced with the cord snapping out of its place and falling to the ground.
Aidan's face twisted in cloudy ache. He moved under Liam in quiet moans as he reached up for the older boy with needy hands. He complied happily, slipping his arms around the smaller frame and pulling him up for a harsh kiss.
The taste of Aidan's blood lingering with sour spit made him wriggle and pull the body below him even nearer. Again they were grinding into each other, wanting so badly to be one. Every clank and clink of Liam's piercing against his lover's teeth and his own broken gums brought them closer to completion. Each second that went by as they licked and lapped all over one another made their desires more urgent.
Aidan placed his bloody palms on the back of the brunette's thighs, spreading his legs wider and pulling him up so he rested on his hips.
He groaned into the other's mouth as their groins met. He began rocking against the larger body.
Aidan lifted one of his hands and lightly touched the side of his lover's face.
Liam opened his glass eyes flashing their blue depths curiously at the younger man. They stared at one another for a moment before a smile widened their kiss.
Suddenly, Aidan pulled away from the taller figure to glance at him better.
Liam watched him; spit sopping his chin and plump lips breathing to cool the kiss.
The other bit his lip as he traced his fingers from the heated cheek at his palm to those beautiful lips. He teased the flesh, making his roommate grin vulgarly before shoving the digits into the damp warmth of his mouth.
Liam sighed heavily as the small limbs brushed the broken, bloody flesh of the wet cavern. Carefully, he began to suck at them. His tongue tossed them about and soaked them with saliva that they drowned in greedily.
Aidan pulled his fingers slowly from his starving companion and held them to his own face, inspecting the gorgeous sight of pink slop now running down his hand.
He watched Liam contently as he lowered his hand. He traced small, moist circles on the other's back, each time getting a satisfying shiver. A gentle line of spit ran over the curve of his buttocks before the comforting gestures stopped.
"Kiss me." demanded the smaller figure.
The blue-eyed beauty smirked and slammed their faces together, kissing him with unmerciful cruelty.
Aidan sucked in a breath and grinned to himself as he found his lover's entrance. Cautiously, he pushed his fingers inside the other man, gaining a pained moan as Liam tried to pull away. The cherry haired boy quickly raised his other hand and thrust their heads back together, elevating his hips as well to bring their arousals closer.
Soon, he began to scissor his digits. The taunt orifice worked and flexed around his assault and the drunk squirmed on him in discomfort.
The younger male was starting to grow impatient with himself.
Suddenly, he ripped his fingers from inside his companion. Liam yelped against his lips as Aidan wrapped his other hand in the messy brown hair before him. With a fierce twitch of his arm he tore their faces apart, panting in ecstasy.
The older boy stared at him in annoyance and quickly tried to reach down for his mouth again.
"I'm gonna fuck you." Aidan blurted the words lake a slur and his grin grew larger.
Liam watched him emotionless for a moment. His eyes flashed then as if a thought had crossed his mind. A smirk stretched over his lips.
"Really? Well, what if I wanna fuck you?" A chuckle echoed through the air and brushed over Aidan's ears. How cruel he had sounded and how uncaring! Oh, but that didn't quiet matter at this point. Why hesitate when such a dream is so close?
Aidan frowned at him in disapproval. As the drunk laughed at him, Aidan's arms descended to linger on the thick hips atop his own. He lifted the awkward frame and shifted slightly. Without warning, he brought his unsuspecting roommate down onto himself.
They both cried out as his member smashed into the tight entrance of his everything-his God! He could feel Liam shiver on him as he arched harshly and tossed his head back. The brunette screwed his eyes shut and his mouth opened in a scream so vile it could make a demon cringe, but it was fucking wonderful to hear.
Aidan could do nothing but stare at him, waiting for the next move, watching for another reaction.
The younger man lifted his lower half in a sluggish thrust and tugged Liam down even farther at the same time.
At this point he was the one to shout.
"Mmm-you're s-so tiiight…. uh…" The words burned his throat and he almost choked on them as Liam shifted on him in discomfort.
"Aidan…" He breathed the name and laughed lightly. The red headed boy looked at him in confusion as Liam reached down and pulled his tiny body against his own. The movement was almost stifling inside the older man.
The two of them sat up oddly, Liam on Aidan's lap, sitting on him rigidly. The drunk reached down and brushed his lips over the other's softly before speaking.
"I told you I wanted to fuck you, Aidy. I always get what I want…" His hold on the little frame grew stronger as he pulled Aidan forward.
The pain in his stomach became sharp again as the brunette slipped his member into the oozing opening. The feeling of the hot, quivering organ slamming into him was so painfully wonderful, it felt like he was all the way inside him reaching back to his spine and getting his essence all over the place.
Oh! He couldn't take it anymore! It was all too much!
Aidan grabbed onto the damp waist of his lover, clawing and bruising the sensitive surface beneath his fingers. He pulled Liam up swiftly. His erection slipping out from the hot entrance almost completely before ramming back in as far as it could go.
The two whimpered in unison. Liam grinned at him and slammed himself into the gory mess that was once called a stomach.
The two rocked gently for a moment before they moved together again.
Aidan plowed into his lover, each thrust harder then the previous. Liam's muscles worked over his member like Heaven, twisted in knots of meshed, burning flesh.
Oh, and the sound of Liam's manhood pushing in and out of his bloodied abdomen was driving him crazy! God couldn't have given him a better gift.
Liam yelled out for his lover. The cries reaching the ceiling as his face reddened in the blush that quickly spread on his torso. Pants were heavy and thick in his dry mouth and on his plump tongue as they became more and more labored with each thrust into him.
He gritted his teeth and looked back at the small boy fucking him so sweetly. He twisted his body fiercely as Aidan pulled at him. He crashed back down on the lap of hot, sticky skin as he pushed his roommate away then jerked him close again, his penis leaving his belly for only a split second.
The green-eyed man yelped in helpless desire. He shook with a superb kind of begging. His hands quivered on the other man and his mouth whispered wanting nothings in the face of their love.
Liam howled loudly passed his smirk, throwing up one of his arms from Aidan's waist to slam it into the cabinet now level with his head. His hand bludgeoned the wood, making it respond in hard crashes and thwacks.
"Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me, Aidan! FUCK ME!" He rammed himself on the member inside of him over and over again and his lover pulled him down harder and faster with his screams.
The younger man could feel himself getting closer to his completion. Everything began to spin and move faster…or maybe it was slower…he couldn't tell…
A horse voice roared around his head and he felt his insides burn with an icy splash as his companion's seed spilled into his guts. The muscles of his lover clamped around his penis and he could feel the harsh vibrations from his movement, even from his scream.
"L-LIAAAAAAAMMMM!" He threw his head back, shrieking as he released into the larger form, the very life ripping away from his insides to seep into the one he cared for most.
Clouds of color danced around his head, blurred and uneven as he settled back on the counter from the orgasm he had always wanted. He wheezed roughly, bleeding in with the sound of the brunette's breath.
The disgusted comfort found Aidan as Liam chuckled his hands moving to run over the tiny chest of his roommate.
He lifted his head slightly and glanced at the drunk questioningly. Liam grinned at him, his fingers making their way to the gapping hole around his manhood.
"Oh, Aidan…" His eyes wondered from his counterpart's as he spoke and stopped in fascination on his hand. His digits began to caress the rim of the soppy opening. Carefully, they slipped into the broken belly, touching his member as the little limbs played in the drying pool of acid and blood.
"Ah!" Aidan jerked on him, writhing between his mutilated legs.
Liam pulled his arm away, lifting his fingers to his face. A mix of dark crimson and goopy white dripped from the tips of his appendages and drowned under his fingernails. He inspected them in awe before lifting the concoction to his lips and licking it off.
Aidan's breathing became more labored and he felt himself growing aroused again quickly. It was all just so appetizing!
He reached up and brushed over the dipping lashes of the brunette's eyes.
Abruptly, the dazed expression on Liam's face grew knowing and excited and he lent into the clotted and scabbing blood on Aidan's palm.
"Wouldn't it be fucking great if I got you pregnant?" The question hung in the air and Aidan shuddered at the lush, deep sound of his companion's twisted words. He smiled back at the other man and propped himself up on his elbows to better reach the brunette's face.
"Yeah, I would love to have your baby…God…and if it was half as hot as you I would have to fuck it."
"I would have to watch." The two laughed at their own deluded thoughts. Aidan grabbed onto the base of Liam's penis and pulled it deeper into himself as he sat up slowly.
"Yummy, yummy, yummy, Aidy's got cummy in his tummy." The two laughed harder at Aidan's words, but silence was soon to follow as the smaller boy pulled Liam down for a deep kiss.
The shorter man gritted his teeth as their lips fell apart. In one quick thrust he slammed his ripped abdomen farther onto the brunette's shaft.
"Fuck me again. Get me pregnant, Liam! I want to have your baby! Ah, fuck me!" The drunk felt new longing spark in him; the blood around him heating his desire making him spread his legs even farther apart.
Suddenly, Liam pulled his manhood from inside Aidan and shifted so the other's member was drawn out as well.
He crawled from the warm lap he was resting in and pushed Aidan's thighs apart to settle between them. The younger male let out a whine of protest as the warmth of his lover's entrance was taken away.
Aidan twisted his hands in the wet locks of mahogany ratted over the other man's head. The gesture was one to be made by a child throwing a tantrum, but the smaller figure was gentle and loving in this action. He flashed a bit of a pout at the older boy only to be pushed to the counter top. The swift movement made his eyes spin and his throat lurch with a sudden wetness.
He ceased his protests.
Liam grasped the thick hips before him and picked up the lower body of his companion. The petite build slid lower on the counter as it came to meet his groin.
The brunette pressed the pierced head of his manhood to the rigid entrance of his lover. He grinned teasingly as Aidan arched into the contact only to be denied farther completion.
The drunk lent into the hungry face of the younger male. He studied the change of his features under the want he had put him through. The damp, puffy frown of confused agony soft of his teeth, the heavy pants tracing it as well as the sticky bangs clinging to his cheeks and nose, and that blush of red hot drained him of all hidden emotion…it all made him so appealing…so delicious.
Liam tightened his hold on the fidgeting body in his hands and in one quick motion he slammed himself into the firm ring of Aidan's opening.
A cry of pain rang nicely in his ears and shivered over the most sensitive skin of him. The smaller figure screamed continuously, tossing around weakly, so pleased with the lack of preparation for this glorious act.
Liam refused to wait any longer then a few seconds for his lover to adjust to the member shoved inside him.
He gritted his teeth and pulled back slowly.
Cool air rushed to his exposed groin, kissing at the thick fluids and moist flesh there. But the clingy feeling of Aidan's orifice was soon to return as he pushed his bottom half forward, slamming his manhood completely into his roommate.
Oh, and he was so tight, so perfect! The way his muscles clamped around the stiff shaft screwed all the way up passed his hips, the way he made every breath, every movement and sound so known and so wonderful brought the taller man to the verge of his own destruction, lost to the mere sensation of their closeness.
Liam opened his mouth wide in a moan as the other boy reached blindly for his shoulders, grabbing them and pushing roughly onto his lover before pulling him nearer.
Aidan's fingers buried themselves into the mutant flesh under his hands. He began arching and screaming for the one he worshipped. Every thrust made his head spin, every movement made him want to puke, but the feeling was anything but vile.
They moved together in perfect harmony, throwing their bodies against one another to create something flawless. Two monsters stuck together wanting nothing more then love, then this moment right now to make them happy. It was horror to say the least.
Liam untwisted the limbs from around his neck and let the other boy fall to the surface they were laying on. The brunette quickly scrambled for the flesh of his companion's sides, gripping them firmly in his thrusts. The other man closed his legs around the older boy's body, wanting to be closer, wishing he could melt into him and stay there forever.
Aidan could feel the heat that scorched over his waist from his lover's palms slowly numbing. Their moans became tangled in small wads before they ever so leisurely vanished into the early morning. Somehow, it was all beginning to feel like a dream. Everything seemed so suspended and distant; pieces of this perfect, treasured night were fading and echoing between his eyes into a pounding pressure thick on his head. And, God, the last thing he wanted to do was forget.
Liam watched his roommate closely. The younger boy's breath was thinning and plunging beneath the sound of his shoulder blades colliding with the harsh face under him. With every touch they gave one another, Aidan seemed further and further away. Even the way he parted his lips in the face of all that was bliss became weak and dizzy.
The brunette pulled his lover up from the surface of the counter top. The burning flesh of their chests clashed in saturated splendor and Liam shoved his hips forward roughly, almost completely filling the smaller figure.
Aidan cried out with what fibers of his voice he could find and reached up to again wrap his arms around the neck brushing his own and he moved his fingers about in disarray, touching every plane of flesh he could get his hands on as he held himself even tighter to the drunk.
"Tell me you love me." He huffed the words loosely to Liam almost in a whisper. One nobody could hear but them. And with that strength those words held the threat of never being answered.
But there was a smile between the pants in the mouth of that gorgeous creature above him. Yes, love, passion, want, need. It was all an explosion right there before him. Not just tonight, not just a couple months or years, but the rest of whatever moments were left and then beyond that. This wasn't limited to now or never, this was no 'good fuck'. This was making love and the pounding pulse of violence in such feelings between two people.
The brunette lent down into Aidan's ear, his breath slowing just enough to speak. The younger male shivered and his eye lids fluttered lightly.
"I more then love you." He pushed in as deep as he could then, ramming into the body he had grown to adore as it began to run cold.
"I hate you, I can't stand you…you pull my head apart with every breath you take and I live for that"
He laughed a bit and pulled away, leaving the moisture of his words to rest in the scarlet hair of his one and only.
Aidan grinned in a way that wrinkled his nose and twisted his face, showing an almost childlike glee for what was said. He understood those words because they came from those lips, those lips that soon clashed with his for what must have been the millionth time that night. Still, the contact was electric, undeniably wonderful even now.
Liam screamed out into the mouth of the smaller figure. The broken flesh in the belly of his lover shivered as an orgasm tore from him. He lashed around with the last shreds of life that kept him screaming and breathing. His head clashed with the counter, shaking his vision and making a sick sound. But the pain was gone, everything was except the pleasure.
The drunk watched as a stream of pearl colored goop splattered his belly and chest, just lightly coating the blood and sweat before pooling in the folds of his flesh. He smiled the biggest smile in the world before he found his own release in the tight insides of his most beautiful possession.
"AIDAN!" The name came out slow and wondered around their moment, keeping it for a second longer. Liam pushed one last, lazy thrust into the younger boy before collapsing over him in a heap of satisfied exhaustion.
There were a few moments where the brunette thought their breathing would put them to sleep in each others arms before the sun came up on a cool winter Sunday, but a voice interrupted what might have been.
"I love you too, baby." He lifted his heavy head and opened his eyes to stare into the last face he would ever see.
A sudden pain tore through him as the process of a single sound made the tears come to his eyes. His skin cracked under a blade's body and the long squish of it sinking into the back of his head was just so natural. He was a bit more tired then those seconds before, and the warm comfort of his body's favorite essence running down his neck to pool between him and Aidan made his eyes too wet to see much of anything.
The chest of icy, damp flesh welcomed him in completion without movement or life. Liam let his last breath go into the silence.