Chapter Two:
The room was large with a four-poster antique bed squarely in the middle. It was made of dark mahogany with intricately carved roses winding their way up each post. Oversized down comforters covered the dark red satin sheets. Large comfortable pillows sat at the head. A single rose lay on the pillow, its bright red petals a beautiful compliment to the sheets. A large mirror reflected the room from its position above the vanity.
Standing before the mirror, a man frowned at his reflection. His gray-tinted hazel eyes looked tired and worn, his lips drawn thin, and his face pale. He raised a hand and ran it through his thick long honey wheat hair. Strands fell about his face and he brushed them aside as he moved over to the bed. He sat on the edge of it and sighed heavily.
“You kill me when you do that.” A deep voice said from within the bathroom adjacent to the room.
“How can I, Lo’nar? You are already dead.” The man chuckled and turned around to face the bathroom. He smiled at a towering, broad-shouldered man of alabaster complexion with a head of flowing waist-length black hair. Bright deep green eyes returned his gaze from beneath light eyebrows and a smooth forehead. His sensual, full mouth followed by a rugged jaw curled up into a sneer. He brushed his hair away from his fine cheeks. He looked handsome and refined.
“You know what I meant.” He hissed running his nail hard along his friend’s jaw line and left trailing red marks. “Now, Emyer, why don’t you satisfy my hunger and lay back?”
Lo’nar eyed him with a newfound hunger. Not for sustenance but with a lust greater than any he had experienced before. He felt his heart quicken as he touched him. He leaned him back and lost his breath. He forgot how to breathe as he consumed him in new unimaginable ways, ways that made him forget the world, and himself. He gasped as he clawed at him, increasing his lustful rage and he felt himself grabbing at him. They both become one celestial being and as their bodies became one, he screamed out in an orgasm of emotion unlike any he had experienced before or probably ever again. He tore at him like some possessed beast. He wanted him, need him, he lost himself in him. He bit Emyer’s neck making him yell out in both pain and pleasure, which only increases his rampage on his glistening alabaster skin. He panted and raved over him worshiping every part of his being.
For Emyer, the world blurred everything dark except for her sight on Lo’nar. Liquid fires beating in his veins instead of blood, he gasped aloud as his clothes ripped away. At first, he attempted to hide his cries of pleasure but gave up when Lo’nar bit his sensitive flesh, and he felt Lo’nar’s teeth, lips, hands, and body run over him. He felt himself taken; he gasped in pain and dug his nails into his lover’s back. Soon, the sharp rip faded to pleasure, he whimpered his lover’s name into the air, into his ear. Emyer panted in lust as he pressed against him, arching his back. His shyness vanished for the moment, as his lover worshipped his body, as he clutched at him, and kissed him fiercely.
Hearing Emyer whisper his name, made him even more lustful and fierce, he slowed down slightly, allowing him to enjoy it. He ran his hands ever so slightly over his skin, kissed and nipped at him and reveling in him. He panted, moaned and pushed at his lover. He shivered, sighed and rolled from him, completely spent and tired. He smiled, brushed his hair from his face, and kissed Emyer’s nose. He pawed at him playfully, as he fought to keep his eyes open. He rested an arm over his lover’s chest, and smiled as he breathed in his scent. “Oh, I guess I am a bit of a beast!” He laughed as he touched Emyer lovingly. He could hear his heart beating quickly and it made him strangely comfortable.
Emyer, too shivered, he bit his lip against his noise. He tried to relax as he cuddled up against Lo’nar’s warm body and laughed sleepily against him. “Humph,” He laid his arm across him lazily “A bit?” He teased looking down at his nude frame and already saw the red marks turn into purple and black blooms. “I’ll be covered in bruises for weeks.” He complained jokingly. With that, a yawn escaped his full lips; he closed his eyes with his head on Lo’nar’s chest.
“Beautiful, Emyer,” Lo’nar cooed in his ear. “You are covered in blood … you are so beautiful.”
Emyer squirmed shyly as he gripped the sheets and felt his friend’s hands caressing his body. He knew that Lo’nar remained covered in his blood. Their lovemaking had been rather violent. He knew, as well, that his pale skin shimmered beneath the dark crimson. He bit his lip harder, not wanting his body to continue to betray him, but he could do nothing to control it.
With quick nips here and there, he could feel more of his blood drawn from him. It was exquisite while still very intoxicating. He wanted nothing more than to grab his friend and take him roughly again, yet he resisted. Having him ravage him was so exhilaratingly liberating for him, that he couldn’t help but want him to continue and stop all at the same time.
“Lo’nar,” He wheezed unable to find his breath. “You demon…”
“Demon,” Lo’nar asked as he pulled from him. His eyes carried a rich luster of annoyance. “You call me a demon; you, who has killed more than any man alone could ever imagine; you who have sold your soul to the darkest powers from day one?”
“Only, because, you… are acting like one now.” He winced at Lo’nar’s finger that ran down his neck and drew blood.
Lo’nar nodded. His eyes retained the annoyed luster as his lips curled upward into a sneer. He shifted his weight above his friend so that he was sitting on him above his knees.
“Emyer…” He purred, “I need you…”
“Yes, my master…” He responded flatly. He eyed his friend with a wan smile.
“Emyer…” He cooed. “You are all I need…”
“Yes, my master…” Monotonous words of a man in a trance that now held no trace of his previous state. He reached beside the bed, picked up a long broad knife, previously placed, and raised it. The metal glinted against the pale light of the moon that streamed in.
“Emyer…” Lo’nar whispered.
The soft thudding of the knife to the cold hardwood floor echoed in the room. The shimmer was gone from it. Now covered in deep rich blood it carried a dull, more ominous glare. The gentle beating of a heart followed the hollow echoing. It was not the heartbeat of the sinister man, who had with words alone, drawn from a man the very life it posed. It was from a man that suffered from demonic persuasions of inhuman acts, and who cut out his very own heart.
The room was large with a four-poster antique bed squarely in the middle. It was made of dark mahogany with intricately carved roses winding their way up each post. Oversized down comforters covered the dark red satin sheets. Large comfortable pillows sat at the head. A single rose lay on the pillow, its bright red petals a beautiful compliment to the sheets. A large mirror reflected the room from its position above the vanity.
Standing before the mirror, a man frowned at his reflection. His gray-tinted hazel eyes looked tired and worn, his lips drawn thin, and his face pale. He raised a hand and ran it through his thick long honey wheat hair. Strands fell about his face and he brushed them aside as he moved over to the bed. He sat on the edge of it and sighed heavily.
“You kill me when you do that.” A deep voice said from within the bathroom adjacent to the room.
“How can I, Lo’nar? You are already dead.” The man chuckled and turned around to face the bathroom. He smiled at a towering, broad-shouldered man of alabaster complexion with a head of flowing waist-length black hair. Bright deep green eyes returned his gaze from beneath light eyebrows and a smooth forehead. His sensual, full mouth followed by a rugged jaw curled up into a sneer. He brushed his hair away from his fine cheeks. He looked handsome and refined.
“You know what I meant.” He hissed running his nail hard along his friend’s jaw line and left trailing red marks. “Now, Emyer, why don’t you satisfy my hunger and lay back?”
Lo’nar eyed him with a newfound hunger. Not for sustenance but with a lust greater than any he had experienced before. He felt his heart quicken as he touched him. He leaned him back and lost his breath. He forgot how to breathe as he consumed him in new unimaginable ways, ways that made him forget the world, and himself. He gasped as he clawed at him, increasing his lustful rage and he felt himself grabbing at him. They both become one celestial being and as their bodies became one, he screamed out in an orgasm of emotion unlike any he had experienced before or probably ever again. He tore at him like some possessed beast. He wanted him, need him, he lost himself in him. He bit Emyer’s neck making him yell out in both pain and pleasure, which only increases his rampage on his glistening alabaster skin. He panted and raved over him worshiping every part of his being.
For Emyer, the world blurred everything dark except for her sight on Lo’nar. Liquid fires beating in his veins instead of blood, he gasped aloud as his clothes ripped away. At first, he attempted to hide his cries of pleasure but gave up when Lo’nar bit his sensitive flesh, and he felt Lo’nar’s teeth, lips, hands, and body run over him. He felt himself taken; he gasped in pain and dug his nails into his lover’s back. Soon, the sharp rip faded to pleasure, he whimpered his lover’s name into the air, into his ear. Emyer panted in lust as he pressed against him, arching his back. His shyness vanished for the moment, as his lover worshipped his body, as he clutched at him, and kissed him fiercely.
Hearing Emyer whisper his name, made him even more lustful and fierce, he slowed down slightly, allowing him to enjoy it. He ran his hands ever so slightly over his skin, kissed and nipped at him and reveling in him. He panted, moaned and pushed at his lover. He shivered, sighed and rolled from him, completely spent and tired. He smiled, brushed his hair from his face, and kissed Emyer’s nose. He pawed at him playfully, as he fought to keep his eyes open. He rested an arm over his lover’s chest, and smiled as he breathed in his scent. “Oh, I guess I am a bit of a beast!” He laughed as he touched Emyer lovingly. He could hear his heart beating quickly and it made him strangely comfortable.
Emyer, too shivered, he bit his lip against his noise. He tried to relax as he cuddled up against Lo’nar’s warm body and laughed sleepily against him. “Humph,” He laid his arm across him lazily “A bit?” He teased looking down at his nude frame and already saw the red marks turn into purple and black blooms. “I’ll be covered in bruises for weeks.” He complained jokingly. With that, a yawn escaped his full lips; he closed his eyes with his head on Lo’nar’s chest.
“Beautiful, Emyer,” Lo’nar cooed in his ear. “You are covered in blood … you are so beautiful.”
Emyer squirmed shyly as he gripped the sheets and felt his friend’s hands caressing his body. He knew that Lo’nar remained covered in his blood. Their lovemaking had been rather violent. He knew, as well, that his pale skin shimmered beneath the dark crimson. He bit his lip harder, not wanting his body to continue to betray him, but he could do nothing to control it.
With quick nips here and there, he could feel more of his blood drawn from him. It was exquisite while still very intoxicating. He wanted nothing more than to grab his friend and take him roughly again, yet he resisted. Having him ravage him was so exhilaratingly liberating for him, that he couldn’t help but want him to continue and stop all at the same time.
“Lo’nar,” He wheezed unable to find his breath. “You demon…”
“Demon,” Lo’nar asked as he pulled from him. His eyes carried a rich luster of annoyance. “You call me a demon; you, who has killed more than any man alone could ever imagine; you who have sold your soul to the darkest powers from day one?”
“Only, because, you… are acting like one now.” He winced at Lo’nar’s finger that ran down his neck and drew blood.
Lo’nar nodded. His eyes retained the annoyed luster as his lips curled upward into a sneer. He shifted his weight above his friend so that he was sitting on him above his knees.
“Emyer…” He purred, “I need you…”
“Yes, my master…” He responded flatly. He eyed his friend with a wan smile.
“Emyer…” He cooed. “You are all I need…”
“Yes, my master…” Monotonous words of a man in a trance that now held no trace of his previous state. He reached beside the bed, picked up a long broad knife, previously placed, and raised it. The metal glinted against the pale light of the moon that streamed in.
“Emyer…” Lo’nar whispered.
The soft thudding of the knife to the cold hardwood floor echoed in the room. The shimmer was gone from it. Now covered in deep rich blood it carried a dull, more ominous glare. The gentle beating of a heart followed the hollow echoing. It was not the heartbeat of the sinister man, who had with words alone, drawn from a man the very life it posed. It was from a man that suffered from demonic persuasions of inhuman acts, and who cut out his very own heart.
