" You have to want to smile, Kuro! You can't smile if you don't want to, you idiot. I can't make you smile!"

:: Yelling, screaming, that's all he ever heard. Everyone tried, but they were unsuccessful. They'd just end up yelling at him, causing him to cry, to sob, to whine. Causing him to run. Run away, far away, into the depths of his mind, comforting himself and his wicked, masochist thoughts. He wanted to cut, he wanted to slice, he wanted to kill. That's all there was to it. Blood became his friend, just like makeup.::

" Look at yourself! You wear more makeup than the sluttiest girl at school! It's just not right!" :: Makeup made him feel pretty. As if he wasn't pale enough already, he had to add to it by lightening his face then covering his eyes with black, lashes long and coated in mascara, lips almost permanently colored blood red. And his hair, it was the only thing about himself, aside from his makeup, that he was remotely satisfied with. Faded bangs, colored of fire, yellow to red at the tips. The rest, short and cropped, black. Raven black. Beautiful.::

" You think you're gorgeous, don't you? You look like trash! Dark, gothic trash!"

:: Gothic? Yeah.. that could easily be used to describe him. A bit of a bondage fetish as well. His clothing only consisted of leather, leather of various colors, but mainly black. He liked it, why did anyone else have to? It didn't matter to him. It did. It mattered the world, but he couldn't smile so it wouldn't matter how gorgeous he could get, he couldn't smile.::

~*~

:: Why did everything have to be so complicated? If he wanted something, he always got the opposite. Quest for happiness - journey of misery, a valentine’s card - a threatening phone call, a friend - an enemy, a lover - a murderer. Nothing was what it should be. He hated it all, every bit of it. Then he met him. Tall, taller than himself, approximately 6’4” tall was he, the blue haired angel. What an angel at that. Piercing galore, you name it, by George it was pierced. He was infatuated with mutilating his form into a beautiful piece of art. Lack of clothing would show off the wonderful montage of tattoos, symbols that meant nothing to anyone, but a great deal to himself. And Kuro had fallen for this man? Yes.Knowing his luck, their would be some great age difference that would just have to go and ruin everything. That’s why Kuro set out on this night - to find out the age of the love of his life. He’d only met the man once. At a bar. And he’d fallen for him so quickly. And that’s exactly where he was heading. To that same bar. Leather tight upon his form, short shorts with straps of red and buckles of silver, connecting his boots to his shorts, his shorts to his shirt, it was a priceless outfit he’d put together. His makeup was wild, like always. Dark and pretty on that pale face of his, gorgeous.There it was, the bar he’d met his angel in. With an almost eerie smile upon his stained lips, he stepped to the door. A worker immediately stopped him, pressing the young one against the wooden doorway with a sneer that couldn’t be forgotten on those idiot lips.::

“ Ain’t you a bit young to be in here, kid?”

:: Kid. He hated hearing that. Sure he may look young, he may be young physically, but mentally he had more strength than a whole army of bouncers like this man. He narrowed those eyes, then leaned up, placing a rather sloppy kiss onto the bouncer’s lips. With a grin, he pushed the bigger man off of himself and made his way inside, past the crowds and people. Yes, Kuro knew his way around. He was smart like that.But now he needed something to wash away the taste of bouncer. The bar would prove useful to him now. Quickly, he perched himself upon one of the slender stools, leaning onto the bar top with his elbows for support.::

“ Tender. I’d like a shot of vodka.”

:: He said, reaching a pale hand up to brush away fiery strands of hair. He watched the tender trail off to fix up his little drink then he lost interest in what that man was doing behind the bar. He moved on to a new point of attention. His savior, his angel without wings. He blushed, crimson flooding his cheeks as he turned away. He’d been spotted by this mystery man. See... Kuro had never even talked to the man, but he knew much about him from asking around. Smart ‘kid’, eh?Quickly he was jolted back into reality as the tender nudged his elbow, throwing his balance off. He groaned, turning to the tender as he was handed his drink. Eagerly, he downed the liquid, gasping at how quick he’d taken in. He took a moment to catch his breath, then he shook his head, hair fluffing up just a bit only to be fixed by that near-white hand::

Now to make his move.

Slowly, almost gracefully, he pulled out of his stool, black boots carrying him over to his love quickly, as if he were walking upon clouds. He tried not to blush, honestly he did, but he couldn’t help it. He looked up at the blue haired one, then slipped into the stool next to him.::

“H-hi t-t-there....”

:: Stuttering? What the hell was that?! Quickly he cleared his throat, holding his hands together in a nervous way, picking at his fingernails out of anxiety and desire. Again he spoke.::

“ Um... What’s your name?”

:: Of course, Kuro got an odd look from the man, but it didn’t seem that the man cared. With a flick of a long blue bang, the man turned to face Kuro, deep green eyes narrowing just enough to make the boy squirm to the opposite edge of his chair. After witnessing that act, he grinned, then laughed, the light catching to his tongue ring. He hushed eventually, and leaned over.::

“ Amai Ukime. And yourself?”

:: Kuro was shocked, the man gave him his name, and not just his first name, no, his whole name. Amai Ukime. Amai Ukime. Kuro could sit there and repeat that mentally for days. But he was questioned now, and a blush once again claimed his cheeks as he choked out a few words.::

“ K-Kuroneko Tenshi, s-sir.”

:: Kuro’s eyes went wide as Amai started laughing, tossing his head back in a near howling laughter, truly wicked. Kuro’s dull hazel eyes filled with tears that he forced himself to hold back as he sniffled out a few words.::

“ Wh-why are you laughing?”

“ Y-you called me sir!!! “

:: Amai laughed even harder as he spat out the words; ‘sir’ was just not the title for someone like himself. After what seemed to be hours for Kuro, the blue haired angel stopped laughing. It took a while for him to catch his breath, then he pushed that all aside and resumed somewhat seriousness.::

“ Kuroneko Tenshi. Black-cat Angel, eh?”

:: Kuro’s eyes widened at that; the man even knew what his name meant! Amazed, he nodded his head a few times, slowly smiling. Kuro was falling in love deeper and deeper, and he’d barely tipped the iceberg.::

“ So... Kuroneko - - - “

“ Call me Kuro.”

:: He interrupted Amai, just blurted out in the middle of his sentence, not even the middle! He couldn’t wait that long. He blushed quickly, covering his face with the palms of his hands.::

“ I’m sorry.”

:: Kuro apologized without hesitation, only to be greeted by another round of laughter. How could this man be so happy? Sure, it was a gay club and all... happy and such.. the music was bumping and the bodies were grinding together, the sounds of pleasure and pain from the back rooms making chills travel up his spine. Then Amai spoke again.::

“ Anyways. How old are you? I’m 24 myself.”

:: Amai knew this one was young, but not as young as truth would tell. He would have guessed, if prompted to, around 18 or 19, not bad really. But what he got was shocking.::

“ 16.”

:: Kuro’s voice was quiet, dull, saddened. It showed in the downcast way of his eyes, just locking them onto the floor of the bar. Speedily he looked up to find himself face to face with his new friend. Those hazel orbs widened considerably. Never had he imagined himself being so close to someone so great.::

“ 8 years, who has to know?”

“ Has to know.. what?”

:: And that was what began it all.A sly grin spread upon Amai’s lips, he knew what he wanted and he’d get it from Kuro, he knew just by the little bit of their conversation, that this man was a sissy. He knew this boy would give him whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, however he wanted. And he liked this. He could tell by that all-adoring look in those flat brown eyes, that this boy was one to just screw and leave.::

“ Huh? “

:: His plan. Amai would act like he was really into this guy, interested in every word that littler mouth uttered, he cared, sure he did. Hah. With a sweetened smile, almost sickening, he tilted his head to the side, blue spikes spilling over his eyes. As if he cared, he spoke once more.::

“ Hey, you thirsty? I’ll buy. Pick out anything, ‘kay hun?”

:: And that’s what won over naive little Kuro’s heart. He’d called him ‘hun’ ! It meant the world to him, just that simple, one syllable word. That surely meant that this man had interest in himself, right? With a gulp, he quickly grinned, nodding a little.::

“ I’ll take a... uh... Another shot of vodka.”

“ Another? What, have you already drank some?”

:: Upon seeing Kuro shake his head approvingly of those words, Amai couldn’t help grinning ever so deviously. This was far to easy, almost not worth it. But it was! This poor boy would be drunken and wasted before he could think, pure fun for Amai. The tender soon brought their drinks. Kuro’s vodka and Amai’s regular, a screwdriver. He was almost shocked at how fast the kid downed the liquid, but that face he made after was.. sorta cute. He quickly pushed that thought aside, leaning down to catch a falling drop of vodka from Kuro’s lips, his tongue darting out, softly caressing the flesh. Gently he placed a kiss to those lips, then he pulled back, acting as if nothing ever happened. He carried on with his drink.Kuro, on the other hand, was shocked beyond movement. He .. couldn’t move. At all. The glass nearly slipped from his hand, had it not been right there above the counter, less than an inch, it would have fallen to the ground and shattered. At least shattering would have snapped Kuro from his blank stare.::

“ You okay, hun?”

:: That word again. ‘Hun’. Kuro blinked, eyes wide for a moment as he looked away, focusing those big eyes upon his empty glass. He just blushed, and after a bit, he glanced over to what he thought was a concerned friend. He smiled sloppily, nodding softly before just trying to calm himself, occupy himself. Slowly he trailed the tip of his finger over the edge of his glass. After a few moments of that, he pulled the vodka-soaked finger to his lips, little tongue slipping past to lap the liquid off, much like a feline would. It was then that he found Amai staring. Amai was staring, growing quite uncomfortable at that. He shifted in his seat just a bit, an attempt to get comfortable with a discomforting tightness. He groaned barely, not a noticeable sound above the music and people of the bar. But he shouldn’t be staring, that wasn’t the plan. Without a second’s notice, he latched his hand upon Kuro’s wrist, pulling that finger over to his own mouth. Now it was his turn.::

“ Let me help you with that.”

:: With a sly wink to that punk-gothic boy, he pushed that finger into his mouth, lips falling down to the base of it. Teasingly he suckled upon that appendage, his tongue danced over it, the plastic balls of his barbell piercing rubbed to the finger. After a bit, he pulled back only to grin at the look upon Kuro’s face.::

“ What’s wrong?”

:: He asked quietly as he leaned in, placing a simple kiss to those lips once more. Oh it wouldn’t be long until he had that sweet ass and he could do what he wanted to it. Kuro would be his trophy, his prize. Oh how he’d enjoy it. Kuro didn’t expect a thing of course.::

“ N-nothing’s wrong.. not a-a-at all...”

:: Kuro was a bundle of nerves tonight, and those nerves were going haywire right at the moment. That leather was already tight on his form, but goodness. If this kept up he’d have to leave the place and he surely didn’t want to leave Amai. He secretly loved the man, remember? This was supposed to be what he wanted, right?::

“ Hey, I’ve got an idea. How about you come back to my place? I was looking at you and I remembered this awesome mesh shirt I have, that I’ll never wear. It’d look really hot on you.”

:: The shirt.. it didn’t matter to him, no. Kuro only picked up that last sentence. Sold. He smiled widely, blushing as he hopped from that chair. Desperately he tried to keep himself at an angle he hoped Amai wouldn’t notice his predicament, he’d hate for the man to know that he was all riled up like this.:: “ T-then let’s go...”

:: Those words where the beginning of it all. With that, the two left the bar. The drinks were put on Amai’s tab, he was in there often, he’d pay it off some day. But now to collect his booty, so to say.... Slowly a pale hand slipped up to flicker away a few spikes from his eyes. That hand teased the eyebrow ring upon his left brow just before returning to his pockets, low pockets, actually the pants were pretty loose anyways. That made it easier for him to hide his body’s actings. But he knew that Kuro was having a hard time. He could tell. And that made him wanna play. And he did. He had let Kuro take a few steps in front, and then he acted upon it. He slipped up behind the fire-banged, raven haired angel, his arms sliding around his body to cradle him close to his own chest. One hand dared to slide down, resting upon the crotch of those confining leather pants as he spoke sweet, hot words into Kuro’s little, pale ear.::

“ Those pants have got to be restricting, am I correct? Why don’t we just take them off?”

:: Kuro was shocked, and so incredibly turned on all at the same time. He want to scream and get this guy off of him, and then again he wanted to just turn around and kiss those lips that spoke so breathily into his ear. He blushed darkly and forced himself from that hold.::

“ H-how ‘bout we just get to your place?”

:: Innocence rang in that voice as he looked back at him, bringing fisted hands up to his pale face to rub away the blush, a failed attempt mind you. All they had to do was turn a corner, and they were there. Amai dug into his back pocket, eventually pulling out a key of sorts and pushing it into the door. Unlocking the apartment, he held the door.::

“ After you.”

:: Politely he let Kuro enter, then shut the door, locking it quickly. He motioned to the couch, mentioning something about wanting Kuro to make himself at home. Moments and they soon found themselves sitting on the couch, just a bit from each other.::

“ I’ve got some boxers if you’d be more.. comfortable in those.”

“ N-no.. that’s all right. How about that shirt though?”

:: Kuro was trying so dearly to keep his mind as clean as he could at the moment, but sick and twisted thoughts were threatening to overtake him. He pushed them aside as Amai left the room. He felt better now, but God he was horny beyond belief. He’d never been so bad off before. He groaned, leaning back against the couch in slight pain at the tightness of those leather pants.Amai entered after a moment with the small mesh shirt. It was truly a nice shirt. So thought Kuro, who was all about being freaky and mesh and such. He looked good in it, why not wear it?::

“ Here you go.”

:: Amai tossed the article of clothing to his little friend, smirking faintly as Kuro caught it, falling back against the couch. Amai hopped onto the couch aside Kuro, his bigger hands immediately setting to work on removing Kuro’s shirt. Kuro gasped, looking up at him wide-eyed.::

“ What are you doing?!”

“ I want to see you wear the mesh, so I figured I’d help you.”

“ Oh... O-O-kay...”

:: For a moment it may have seemed that Kuro was uncomfortable with this, but he soon pushed all thoughts of discomfort aside as he was bare-chested, next to the man he’d fallen for. He blushed a little. He was pale, almost sickeningly pale. He turned those big hazel pools up to Amai as he held the shirt to his pale chest.::

“ Why d-don’t you join me...?”

:: He questioned with a crooked little smile. He was being as innocent as he knew how to be at the moment. Amai shrugged and slipped off his shirt, the shirt wasn’t much in the first place, just a T-shirt with a few straps and such. He threw it to the floor as his dark green eyes fixed themselves upon Kuro’s form, watching him slide into the thin mesh shirt. This was making him very excited, to say the least.Once Kuro had pulled the shirt over his head, he looked up to see Amai looking at him, staring. He blushed immediately.::

“ How does it look?”

“ Perfect.”

:: Kuro smiled sweetly and rather suddenly tossed his arms around the man’s neck, hugging to him tightly. Amai was taken aback by this. He hadn’t expected such a childlike burst of energy and affection. He didn’t really mind it, but it wasn’t what he’d planned. He did, however, jump on the opportunity. His hands were like ice, cold and pale as he slipped them under the back of the mesh shirt, running them up to those shoulders of his little pet. Soon that shirt found itself upon the floor, just another mess to his apartment. Kuro was scared now, just a bit as he pulled back to look up at this man, locking eyes with him. He blushed and got up onto his knees, his petite hands taking hold of Amai’s face, long black nails tapping just lightly to the soft flesh as he pulled their lips together in a sweet kiss. A kiss Amai hadn’t planned.Kuro didn’t want to pull back, he wouldn’t. He was kissing the blue haired man he’d fallen in love with, and he wasn’t planning on stopping any time soon. Their tongues danced, one pierced and the other just small. It was an addiction, kissing someone with a tonguering. Kuro quickly adapted to it, adoring the way the plastic felt against his own tongue, oh he loved it. But, alas, Amai needed to breath. He pulled back, slowly opening his eyes, his arms still holding Kuro against himself. Kuro looked at him, fixing his eyes on those brilliant green ones, gazing deep into them. His pale cheeks were dappled with a sweet little blush as they just seemed to gaze at each other.Amai didn’t bring the boy here to make kissy faces at him though. This was a one night deal and thus he would make it. He wasn’t the type to keep anyone around for long, he got bored easily. Before little Kuro could even voice disagreement, he felt a few cold fingertips running over the edge of his leather pants, trailing the zipper down to his crotch where they pressed faintly. He looked at Amai with his mouth agape, he couldn’t say anything, he didn’t know what to say. Amai didn’t need words to know what to do, he’d do what he wanted with or without consent, easy as that. Those same fingers moved up and started to untie the laced up leather to open the pants, Amai grinned, watching Kuro’s expression. Soon those pants were untied and his hand made its way down into the hot leather. He smirked, quickly moving that hand up the boy’s chest to his chin, pressing it up from its open state.::

“ Poor baby, wearing no undergarments with that leather? You must hurt. Lets get you out of those pants quickly.”

:: As he said that, his hand moved down to the elegant boots the boy wore, quickly unlacing them and throwing them out of the way, they were no longer needed. And next to be removed were those pants. Kuro’s mind was spinning. He’d fallen in love with the guy, met the guy, and now they were going to fuck?! Kuro couldn’t believe it, but he wouldn’t say no. This is what he wanted, he wanted to be with this man, to be next to this man, to feel him inside of his body. He wanted this man to be his. Amai knew that, and he had no intentions to fulfill the silly boy’s wishing. He just wanted to screw him and throw him out. And that’s how it’d be.::

“ No fair...”

:: Kuro whispered the words, his black bottom lip puffing out in a pout as he, nude, looked up at Amai. Amai wasn’t looking nor listening to Kuro, no. His eyes were dancing merrily over the youth’s body, proud of the pretty treasure he’d claimed for the night.::

“ You’ve still got your shoes and pants on.”

:: Kuro sat up, his hands pulling upon Amai’s shoulders to get himself up onto his knees. He then leaned against the man, one hand moving up to play with the blue spikes. Those little lips set onto the man’s neck, softly kissing as if all hesitation had disappeared. True, Kuro was scared, but he wouldn’t let that get in the way of this. His hand moved down as he himself crawled up onto his love’s body, one knee on each side of those muscular thighs. He grinned, pulling a bit of his neck into his mouth with his sharp little teeth, just barely chewing upon him, nibbling. Amai was stunned. This boy had him hard as a rock, no one had gotten him this worked up in a long time. His face was crimson with a blush as he felt those littler hands against his pants, and those pants soon pried off of his undergarmentless form. Kuro’s eyes went wide in surprise. The man had nice size to him. It was.. acceptable. If Kuro had to guess, he’d say about 8 inches, not too shabby since he, himself, was about 7.::

“ Now... don’t you feel better?”

:: Kuro’s words were dripping with sweetness as he worked off those shoes that dared cover the man’s feet. Socks didn’t matter to him. He didn’t care, they were both hot and horny men and they both knew what was going to happen. Amai’s hands eventually found their ways to rest upon the boy’s hips, pulling him into his lap, pressing him against his cock. He shuddered, they both did. The feeling of their bodies being against each other, rubbing up against each other, it only drove their desires on further. A groan, Kuro heard it. Amai groaned out faintly, and Kuro knew what he had to do. This wasn’t Amai’s plans at all. He was amazed at how adaptive the boy was.Another groan passed Amai’s lips as those smaller hands grasped to his length, toying with it in a strangely rough and stimulating way. He shuddered, eyes locked upon Kuro’s concentrating face. The boy took this seriously. Then Kuro looked up at Amai, flashing a big old grin. Maybe not too seriously? Amai was though, he was being jacked off by someone far younger than himself. This would prove to be interesting.::

“ My God, boy. What are you doing?”

“ You know right well what I’m doing.”

:: And that’s all there was to it. Amai had no reason to say anything else, he couldn’t. He clenched his teeth tight as he moaned out sharply, he felt a stinging sensation upon his shaft. The boy had dug his fingernails against the sensitive, hard flesh, ripping at the skin viciously. Sadomasochism? Yep, that’s it. Kuro took such astranged pleasure in making the man bleed it just helped to turn him on even more. He looked up at Amai, smiling again as he slipped off of the couch. Not only did he like the process of drawing blood, but the taste wasn’t that bad either. The bittersweet crimson was soon met with that little pink tongue and Amai’s eyes grew wide. He hadn’t exactly expected that. He hadn’t expected what was to come next either. Those black lips found their way over the head of his member, it was ecstasy. Then came the stinging feeling of blood and saliva upon each other. Amai gasped, arching his back off of the couch, his head falling back to rest against the cushioning, hips shoving up into the boy’s mouth without intent upon it. Kuro choked, 8 inches all at once was too much for him. He quickly backed up off, only to catch his breath and dive back in once again. Once he was at a comfortable position, he began to trail that tongue over the length, teeth once again taking part in the horrible pleasure he was getting. He bit down roughly, and dammit that was enough for Amai. He screamed. Amai wasn’t used to such pain. He screamed out Kuro’s name, forcing, once again, his whole 8 inches into that mouth and down that throat along with stream after stream of his hot seed.Kuro didn’t expect that. He snarled almost, and pulled back just in time to catch the last bit of that goo upon his lips and chin. He groaned, wiping it off upon Amai’s left thigh. And then he looked up at him, grinning as he leaned down to nuzzle against his right thigh, clean thigh, eyes trailing to that bleeding cock for a second before looking upon Amai’s wonderfully pained face. Kuro giggled lightly, watching Amai open his eyes.::

“ What’s the matter, hun? Can’t take the pain? Ever heard the expression - No pain, no gain?”

:: Amai blinked those emerald puddles a few times, trying to keep his temper down. Kuro was acting .. different. Kuro’s sexual side had been pulled up. It was now obvious that the teen knew more than what Amai expected him to. Yes. Kuro’s sexual demon was pulled out.::

“ Why the hell did you do that?!”

“ I wanted to. Now, c’mere.”

:: Kuro was demanding and rough in his ways. He grasped onto that bleeding length and forcefully pulled the man off of the couch and onto the ground, though it didn’t take much, the man didn’t like the pain. Kuro loved it. Once again, Kuro crawled up into his lap, nuzzling now to his neck. His little fingers traveled up to meet with the blue angel’s right nipple. Oh how fun this would be. He ran fingers over the piercing there, and then grasped onto it, tugging roughly. Amai gasped, then tried to pull away, causing himself more pain. He stopped, and so did Kuro. Slowly, Kuro leaned over and took that loop and flesh into his mouth. For a moment he just simply suckled upon that sore nipple, running the tip of his tongue over it briefly before he bit down. Amai again pulled back, causing, once more, more pain to himself. Kuro laughed as he pulled back, moving up to be eye to eye with the man.::

“ Silly man. You’ll never learn, will you?” :: Amai chose not to respond. Silence took over the room for a moment as they just stared at each other. Kuro’s eyes suddenly narrowed as he raised a hand and firmly slapped Amai across the cheek.::

“ You don’t wanna answer, do you? Seems like I’ll have to knock some sense into you, bastard.”

:: He spat the words out against those lips he loved to taste, so he did taste them, kissing softly to them before biting roughly to the bottom lip. He felt his canine teeth connect through the flesh, 2 holes made by the vicious sexual demon he possessed.::

“ That’ll teach y--”

:: Amai’s hand grasped to the back of that raven head, pulling him off of his form before he could finish his sentence. He threw Kuro to the ground while turning around to get back onto the couch.::

“ Someone’s being a bad boy... That wasn’t a good thing to do...” :: Kuro’s words were strict sounding, but utterly sweet at the same time. He approached the backwards facing man, grasping onto that head of blue hair, pulling his head back to look down at him, narrowed hazel eyes meeting with bright blues, frightened blues.::

“ Now you’ll learn.”

:: With a laugh much like the laugh Amai had uttered when they’d first met that night, he let go of his head, tossing him against the couch. His little hand quickly took hold of the man’s hips, long black nails digging into the flesh there, holding him up against the couch. He laughed once again as he could just feel the blood gathering at his nails. Oh it was heaven.Amai didn’t know what to do, he’d never been in a situation like this before, but he figured it’d be best if he didn’t fight back or talk, it only got him in trouble. Nothing could have prepared the man for this. Nothing. Kuro positioned the tip of his length against the man’s entrance and then, without a second’s notice, forced his way in. Amai screamed out loud, a scream that was cut off by the pain of ripping flesh. Blood now gathered at that torn entrance way, and instead of acting as a lubricant, it caused friction, sticking to them both and making it rip over and over just to go in and out. Kuro was thoroughly enjoying himself as he kept that bloody grip to the man’s hips. He wouldn’t let go, nor would he obey any of the cries and begging Amai choked forth. Kuro liked to hear him beg, cry, and then gasp with pain and pleasure as he would ram against that oh-so-sensitive spot, drilling into his prostate.They both loved it, Amai just wouldn’t admit it. The pain was too immense for him to even try to admit it. But it was all over just as swiftly as it began as the two screamed out each other’s names with a last, final thrust into that sweating body. Panting, Amai fell limp against the couch, bloodied and battered under Kuro’s form, sweaty and sticky with a variety of juices. Moments passed and no one said a word. Finally Kuro pulled from Amai’s body, another rip of flesh from the drying blood. Amai was crying? Yes. Kuro crawled up onto the couch, pulling upon Amai’s form until the man, submissively, followed. Kuro pulled him against his chest, cradling his azure-spiked head there, just stroking the hair gently.::

“ You’re beautiful.”

:: Amai heard the words but he couldn’t believe them, he didn’t want to. He slowly pulled away after gaining enough strength to do so. He sat at the other end of the couch, looking at Kuro. Kuro frowned lightly, his mascara and eyeliner running down his face from the sweating and such. He looked at Amai who was glaring at him in an unsure way.::

“ How can you say that after you mutilated me?”

:: Amai questioned curiously as he turned those slim green eyes down to his couch which was bloody and rather disgusting at the moment, much like himself. Kuro crawled across the couch, curling up against him, his chin resting upon the man’s shoulder. Amai turned his face towards the boy, blinking as the small pink tongue crossed over the two bleeding holes created by those blasted teeth. Kuro pulls back just a moment to speak twisted words.::

“ Because blood looks good on you.”

“ You’re sick!”

“ And you enjoyed it all!”

:: A bitch fight is what it appeared would occur, but no. Kuro stood up, dusting off his messy body just a bit. He turned, looking down at Amai with a smile.::

“ I’m gonna run some bath water, you need to clean off. I’ll get some peroxide to clean your wounds.”

:: Amai was... confused. He’d never been so confused in his life. He just watched as Kuro hopped off to find the bathroom, which he did because Amai could hear the water running. Kuro soon popped into the room with some towels. He grasped onto Amai’s upper arm and tugged him a bit.::

“ C’mon, shower’s just right.”

:: Amai knew he was going to regret this, he just knew. Kuro was rather persistant though, and with a few more tugs, Amai was following him into the bathroom. Oh it ached to walk, it ached to breath, it ached to live at the moment. He wanted to just curl up and die. But Kuro was right in his sayings a few moments before, Amai did enjoy it, maybe not all the pain, but it was one of the best times he’d had in a good while. Amai would get Kuro back for the pain though, little did he know that Kuro rather enjoyed that... ::

~The End~

::or is it?::