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Hi, my name is [02]
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 | The Glass Boy |
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 4.8 with 20 vote(s)
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| Created: 2011-06-19 21:07:16 |
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Hi, hello, good evening. I give you the second chapter of this story, after weeks of procrastination. I just couldn't let you guys wait any longer. It seems Cain has quite a lot of fangirls now, so much that there's practically an army, and I really don't want an entire army against me so I just had to update.
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There was nothing quite like the taste of a young virgin's skin. And in this day and age, a virgin was a rare delicacy, a lucky find, like caviar or champagne. Rafe was basking in the glory of his catch, feverishly working to undo the many buttons of Riley's shirt as he pinned his wrists to the mattress. Riley laughed, threading his fingers through Rafe's hair, having no idea of the horrific things running through the older man's mind, how he wanted to destroy that light, innocent laugh.
"So, do you come here often?" Riley joked then gasped as Rafe's tongue flicked over his collarbone.
Rafe laughed, but not for the reasons Riley thought. How easy it was to get a reaction of out of him, to make his body want more. Perhaps this wouldn't be as much of a challenge as Rafe thought. Maybe this would be easy, getting Riley to let him in and trust him before crushing the boy like a spider.
Only he wouldn't simply CRUSH him. Like with a spider, Rafe would pick off the legs first, taking his time, letting the prey die slowly, its blood laced with fear. Just crushing him would be too quick. Rafe liked to draw things out for as long as possible.
Rafe slid his fingers down Riley's torso, from his ribs down to his navel and the waistband of his pants. He stopped there, teasingly rubbing circles into the bare skin right over his belt. Looking up, Rafe could see Riley bite his lip.
"Are you eager, my little virgin?" Rafe raised his eyebrows.
Riley frowned and sat up on his elbows.
"I'm not a virgin."
Rafe laughed loudly, throwing his head back to enjoy the comic effect of that blatant lie, before pulling Riley's arms out from under him and knocking him back down to the bed. Riley felt the air rush out of him, his eyes widening as Rafe leaned over him and held his wrists tightly, so tightly it was almost starting to hurt. He was surprised by this sudden aggression. Not necessarily frightened, to be honest it sort of turned him on, but he was surprised all the same.
"You look like a deer caught in headlights," Rafe said, radiating with smugness.
"You must be a hunter, then," Riley smirked. "If you like chasing after deer."
'Oh, you have no idea how right you are, Riley Lights,' Rafe thought.
But then it was Rafe's turn to be surprised. If he had been expecting it, he wouldn't have let it happen, but because he wasn't on guard, Riley suddenly pushed him to the side and rolled on top of him, putting himself into the position of dominance.
Riley grinned down at Rafe, eyes flashing mischievously. Rafe was dumbfounded for a moment. He didn't think Riley had it in him to make such a bold move like that, to climb on top and assume the role of the dominant one. But unfortunately for Riley, as soon as Rafe recovered from the initial shock, he grabbed the boy by the wrists and flung him to the side of the bed so that his head hung over the edge.
Rafe went back to tasting Riley's flesh, taking nips here and there around the soft skin of his waist and hips. Riley's breath heightened, hitching in his throat every time Rafe bit down on a particularly sensitive area. As his head hung over the side of the bed, he stared at the wall that had been plastered with posters, trying to read what they said even though he was looking at them upside down. After they left the dance floor, Rafe had taken Riley up to one of the club's private, upstairs rooms, where band members usually took their groupies after the shows and often left behind stickers and posters as a way of advertising.
It was odd how everything looked more normal upside-down, Riley thought. Right side up, things were blurry and distorted, but upside-down it was better. Calming. Riley wondered if he had been born upside-down.
As he pondered this, he suddenly felt a sharp twinge of pain that burst through the bubble of pleasure. He lifted his head up to see Rafe's head bowed against his waist, his teeth sinking into his skin.
"What-?" Riley started to say.
"Sshh," Rafe pushed his head back down, forcing him to look at the wall from an upside-down angle again. "It's nothing."
Riley stared at the posters. The faces of band members on them looked as black as shadows, their eye sockets gaping open, fingers mutated and grotesque. Knuckles mutilated. Hair matted with blood. The wall behind them as white as freshly fallen snow. Riley lifted his head up again. He didn't want to look anymore. He didn't want to be upside down.
After lifting his head for a second time, he saw Rafe's mouth hovering over his abdomen before he clamped his teeth down on the skin. Only instead of being seductive and turning him on, it just hurt.
"Stop," Riley snapped. He sat back up on the bed, bringing his shaking fingers to the buttons of his shirt and trying to redo them. Rafe leaned back on the bed, watching him do this, eyebrows raised. "I can't do this."
"Why not?" Rafe asked, sounding unusually entertained for someone whose se'xual partner was walking out on them in the middle of foreplay. "Are you nervous, my little virgin?" He placed a hand on Riley's knee and slowly slid it up his thigh teasingly. Riley slapped the hand away.
"No, I'm just bored," Riley said as he stood up. He straightened his tie and pulled on his blazer. "And quite frankly, you're boring me."
"I'm boring you?" Rafe repeated, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Is that so?"
"Yes," Riley said as he headed for the door. "I've had much better, truthfully."
As he pulled open the door, he found someone else standing in the hallway just beyond the threshold, as if they were just about to enter. It was a young man who appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen, tall and handsome, almost aristocratic looking with pale blue eyes and light brown hair. There was something familiar about his face, like a picture from a fleeting dream, forgotten almost immediately after waking. Riley was hit with the sudden sensation of being upside down again, even though he wasn't.
The young man's uncannily familiar blue eyes locked on Riley as soon as he opened the door, and they raked him up and down, from his boots to his dark hair, which was currently in a state of disarray. Then his eyes fixed on the red cloud of blood blooming on the side of Riley's shirt.
Riley followed the young man's gaze and looked down at his side, touching the wet fabric, watching blood come off on his fingertips. He looked around and saw Rafe lying across the bed, grinning, sharp canine teeth glinting visibly. With a jolt of panic, Riley thought, 'Did he bite me? Is he actually a vampire?'
He didn't ask, and he certainly didn't stick around to find out. With perfectly controlled composure, Riley said, "Look, Rafe. A friend has come to play with you," and strode down the hallway, back down the stairs and into the party in a very dignified way.
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Rafe was on the floor before he could even say "hey Cain, what's up?"
"What did I tell you?" Cain hissed as he pinned Rafe to the ground, digging his knees into the older man's chest. "WHAT did I tell you?"
"Hmm, let me think about this one," Rafe said, and seemed to be in the process of thinking up some clever remark when Cain punched him in the face, smacking his jaw against the floor and apparently knocking any retorts out of his head.
"I told you, NOT THAT ONE," Cain shouted, his hand closing around Rafe's neck, his thumb pressing hard into his throat. "I specifically told you, not him!"
"I couldn't help it," Rafe shrugged innocently, Cain's attempts to strangle him having virtually no effect at all. "He's just so pretty."
Cain punched him again. Rafe laughed, his lips parting to show red teeth. Whether they were red from his own blood or from Riley's, Cain didn't know, but just in case it was the latter, he punched him once more.
"This is interesting," Rafe said, stretching out his jaw and wincing painfully, but still carrying on. "Why so protective of that one? Is he a long lost relative? No, he could hardly be related to you. The way you just looked at him in the doorway...that wasn't very family-friendly. Unless you two were from somewhere like Alabama where that sh'it is okay."
Rafe suddenly shoved Cain hard in the chest, throwing him back against the wall, before rising to his feet regally.
"But you know what?" Rafe asked.
No, Cain did not know what. And he did not want to know.
"Since I'm such a good boy, and I know how to share my toys, I'll let you have him when I'm not using him," Rafe threw himself down on the bed and smiled. "We could make a calendar. I'll have him Mondays, Fridays and weekends, and you can get him on holidays. Except Christmas."
Cain was seething, his usually friendly face livid with rage, his clenched fists shaking at his sides.
Rafe sighed.
"You're so selfish," He said. "So you're saying Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays aren't enough for you? Not even if I threw in Christmas?"
"Give it up," Cain spat. "He doesn't want you. He just walked out on you before you were even finished with him. What did you do? Why was he bleeding? And why did you even let him go? I'm surprised you didn't tie him up."
"He doesn't want me now, but give him time. I'm very persuasive and hard to resist." Rafe folded his arms under his head and leaned back against the pillows comfortably. "I didn't do anything he didn't ask for. He's quite a sl'ut, our Riley." After a glass bottle from the mini-bar crashed against the wall over his head in a shower of glass and alcohol, Rafe frowned. "You really need to check your temper, Cain. What did that bottle ever do to you? It's funny, I've never seen you like this before. Oh, and if you're wondering why I haven't tied him up, that's because I'm saving the fun stuff for later."
Rafe rose from the bed and stretched out like a cat, as if he'd just had a very long nap. Then he pushed past Cain and headed for the door.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, my little doll is playing hard to get, and I intend on getting him."
With one last horrible laugh, Rafe slipped through the door and headed back downstairs, back into the role of the hunter.
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