Someone Else\'s Blood

Someone Else’s Blood

Aya sat silently in his room consumed by the pain and hate that had
been his
only comfort for so long. He bit his lip as images of his past rushed
into
his head; the people who he’d killed and destroyed. He’d ruined so many
lives. He deserved nothing less than death. The blood trickled slowly
from
his lip as his teeth pierced the skin. It formed in a drop at his chin
and
fell to his hand. He gazed down at it. The blood glistened in the
setting
sun’s light that poured through the window. He placed a slender finger
on
the drop and smeared it across his hand. The deep red looked so
beautiful
against his pale skin. He licked his lips and the metallic taste of
blood
invaded every inch of his mouth. He almost liked the taste. He’d seen
so
much blood and been covered in it so many times that it seemed like it
formed him and made him the cold, heartless human he was. It was blood
that
kept him alive and he knew that it was in blood that he would die.
A slight knock upon his closed door brought him unwillingly back to
reality.
‘What?’ he said annoyed at the disturbance.
‘Aya? It’s our night to clean the shop.’ Ken’s muffled voice came from
behind the door.
‘I’ll be down in a minute.’ Aya told him quickly.
Aya stood and looked into the mirror that covered his closet door.
Using an
old shirt he wiped his blood from the corner of his mouth. The blood
seeped
slowly from his lip still but that didn’t bother him. He licked the
remaining blood from his hand and threw the shirt on his bed.
Quietly he opened his door and walked down the hall to the stairs.
Taking
one step at a time he reached the bottom in complete silence. He could
see
Ken cleaning the inside of the large windows in the font of the shop.
He
knew that Omi and Yohji were out getting groceries and other things, so
they
were alone. No one would hear. He watched Ken’s graceful movements and
yearned to take the muscular body for his own. Slowly he advanced
towards
Ken. He felt his blood flowing faster and his body became overtaken
with the
thrill of shed blood.
In one movement he had placed his hand over Ken’s mouth and a knife
against
his throat. Ken let out a muffled cry and turned his head to see who
had
taken hold of him. His large teal eyes locked with Aya’s empty purple
ones.
Aya could see the fear that lingered behind them.
‘What the hell are you doing?’ Ken managed to say.
‘Taking you for me. I’ve waited long enough to make you mine and taste
the
life that flows through you.’
Ken’s eyes widened in horror. Aya forced him to the floor and onto his
back.
Ken fought against him in vain.
‘Aya stop! What’s come over you? What’s wrong?’ Ken shouted.
Aya ignored the questions and took Ken by the throat. Ken gasp as Aya’s
grip
tightened. He pleaded and begged Aya to stop but Aya couldn’t hear him
now.
He was lost in his mind. Too far away to be called back. He raised the
knife
and drove it forcefully into Ken’s stomach. Ken screamed in pain as Aya
drew
the knife from him and plunged it in again.
Ken’s blood now stained them both. It covered the floor underneath him
and
soaked Aya’s pants. It slowly began to trickle from the corner of his
mouth.
Aya released his grip on Ken’s throat and ran his hand to Ken’s
bleeding
stomach. He drew his fingers through the blood and watched as it
dripped
from his fingers when he lifted his hand.
Ken stared at him in shock. For him it seemed but a dream. He felt
weaker
every time the second hand on the clock moved. There was nothing he
could do
but lay there. The precious life that kept him alive was spilling all
over
the cold hard floor. He whimpered as he felt Aya touched the gashes
again.
Aya looked dazed as he touched his tongue to his blood-covered palm.
Ken closed his eyes in disgust. He’s never seen Aya this way before.
Aya had
been slowly sinking further into unreality every day. Ken had just
never
noticed how quickly he’d been fading. Maybe if he’d taken the time to
stop
and pay attention he might have been able to do something about it. No
one
had ever really taken the time to notice Aya though. He had always been
separate. But it was too late now.
Aya pulled off Ken’s bloody shirt and undid his pants. Ken cried out as
he
was moved and couldn’t help the tears that fell down his pale checks.
Aya
reached towards him and wiped the tears away leaving blood in their
place.
Ken choked and threw up a mouthful of blood as he tried to breathe. Aya
watched this in amusement. He enjoyed watching another suffer a slow
death.
It made him feel dominant when he was able to control a life.
Aya removed the rest of Ken’s clothing and stop to admire the beautiful
boy’s athletic body. He quickly took his clothing off and moved between
Ken’s trembling legs. After drenching his hand in Ken’s blood he lubed
himself up with it. Ken tried to push Aya away but he’d lost so much
blood
that Aya had no difficulty holding him still. Ken screamed and arched
his
back as Aya forced himself into Ken. Ken’s fingers clenched at the
floor as
Aya pulled out and jammed back in.
Ken’s tears mingled with the blood that streaked his face. He begged
for
mercy but his pleas and cried went into deaf ears. Aya’s eyes had
fallen
shut and he felt pleasure rush throughout his entire being as he raped
the
gorgeous boy.
Pain engulfed Ken’s molested body. He longed to fell death pull him
away
from this misery, but death did not come. It waited patiently in the
shadows
for Aya’s command. Ken felt the warm seed spill into him as Aya cried
out in
ecstasy. Ken’s erection went untouched and this only added to his
agony.
Aya pulled from Ken and smiled. This was the first time he’d ever
smiled but
this smile was not one of joy or happiness. It was that of a mad man.
Aya
reached up and took hold of Ken’s throat. Ken grabbed his wrist and
struggled but it was no use. Aya pressed harder. Ken could feel his
head
spinning and his body suffocating. His heart beat quickened and he
became
frantic. He didn’t want to die like this but he had no choice. His
heart
slowed and he looked desperately into Aya’s eyes. The purple eyes were
the
last things he ever saw.
Ken stopped moving and Aya released him. He placed two fingers on Ken’s
neck
and felt for a pulse but there wasn’t one. Ken was dead. The lifeless
body
lay beneath him. He ran his hands over Ken’s chest. Blood covered his
own
naked body. Gently he leaned down and kissed stilstill warm lips. He
pushed
his tongue into Ken’s mouth and let the blood into his own mouth.
He sat next to Ken and sighed. His gazed rested upon the bloody knife.
Slowly he took it into his hand. He let the tip of the blood covered
blade
rest upon his throat. Taking a deep breath he plunged the knife into
his
throat. It hurt but felt wonderful. He fell limply onto Ken’s body and
closed his eyes. Death took him into its cold arms and held closclose.
This
was how he wanted to die…in someone else’s blood.