CAT'S TALE--Cat & Saphrine (NC17)

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Emitting a rumbling growl, The Beast closed in on him, and he scrambled away, running but more often falling then crawling, any movement to get away--till he was cornered, back to the wall, unable to go farther. And the dark shape came closer, the hands flexing, clenching and opening, moving as if already touching his young flesh, ready to tear clothing and skin alike, needing to have him, take him, devour him and...

With a shrill cry, the dark-haired youth awoke. In the darkness, he could not be certain that It was not upon him now, and he fumbled for the penlight, flashing the tight beam all around him till he felt safe in his surroundings. Heart hammering, hands shaking, he found the tin containing votive candles and matches and soon had several alight, dispelling remnants of his nightmare. As dark as it was, it was time to get out of here, he realized, back to the streets.

Setting the framed but splintered mirror up, he stared at his reflection, looking deep into tawny eyes, preparing himself for encounters to come, relishing the nighthunt. The beautiful unlined face was bruiseless for the moment, but that would change if he was lucky. The thought of roughness, violence sent a rush of heat through his slender body. He sensed the longing, too, a constant torment deep within.

'Longing for what?' he wondered. 'Love? No way, Jose! Sex,' he told himself sternly, 'that's all it is.'

"Time to prowl, Alleycat," he jeered at his shattered image.

Shortly after, Easy "Cat" Tanner emerged from the condemned building, having made certain everything was gathered together, boxed and bagged and ready for moving at a moment's notice. Now, he had to make some money to aid in his prospective move. The nightmares meant something, he was certain. The feeling of foreboding was almost constant now. Someone was hunting him and getting far too close.

He shivered, as much from that fear as from the weather--rainy and windy. 'Blustery night,' he mused, trying to place the story those words came from. Perhaps they were something he had read while hiding out in some library, the stacks being a very effective hiding place for the little alleycat he was. 'Not so little anymore,' he prodded himself mentally as he stopped to lean against a brick wall at the cross-streets--all the better to catch attention. He took a typical hustler's pose: back against the wall, hips thrust forward a bit, one leg up, with sneakered foot planted. It was a good pose, perfect for catching johns and just as perfect for starting off a police-avoiding race. His chilled hands went into jacket pockets, a red windbreaker that was one of the newest things he had ever owned. Generally, he didn't want to stand out that much, sticking with blacks and denim, like the tight, torn, well-worn jeans he wore now. His T-shirt was a personal favorite--Slut Puppies, abandoned in some alley for whatever reason. An artfully-added cut or two in the material revealed one of two pierced nipples. Most of his "ensemble" was more fit for disposal than streetwear. But...

'Beggars can't be choosers' came to mind, and, head bowed, he grinned crookedly and shrugged slightly. 'That's why you whore, right, Cat? Hustlers CAN be choosy--if they want.'

Approaching footsteps put him on alert, and he looked to his left, down the nearly-abandoned street, realizing that most of teh "prosties" had taken shelter from the misting rain. Well, one good lay, and maybe he, too, would return "home".

[night]

Hunger, that was what he was feeling, looking about him and finding no one of interest, he gave an exasperated growl. Normally earth held good meals, there had to be a delicious young male around here somewhere to feed him.

He licked his lips, giving a slight sniff in the air, and felt the sides of his lips curl. Found him he felt himself laughing in his head, sapphire eyes flashing with a danger that the people who were around him backed up and went far away from him in a bit of a hurry. He laughed at them, it didn’t matter to him what they did with their pathetic lives unless it meant that they were going to be dinner. He caught scent of what he wanted, and now he had to find and have it.

Saphrine was looking around when he finally spotted him, and licked his lips. His eyes roamed the length of the young boy’s body with a hungry gaze. He approached the boy, silently, predatorily and wrapped his arms around him, licking the round ear and breathing a deep husky,

“Found you” before roughly turning the youth around, the lad giving a squeak of surprise before Saphrine’s hands went down the young body, realizing that they would be seen he dragged the boy to a darkened ally and fed off of him.

When he was done he was truly disappointed, he only lasted 10 minutes before he was completely drained and dead, it didn’t matter. The boy was only to relieve the initial hunger and lust, to find his true prey, the ultimate meal to satisfy him. He licked his lips again, cleaning the blood from his canines and re zipping his pants, straightening out his clothes.

The boy he just had was a pure human, no wonder why he didn’t last long, but then he picked up a different scent, a mixed breed and a shiver went through him. Yes he should last much longer Saphrine thought, walking some ways from his last victim to his soon to be victim.

Saphrine turned the corner, liking what he saw, his prey seemed to smell of Jeskara with a touch of Parinenai. Yes a fine meal indeed Saphrine decided and approached the young male, his red shirt open about three buttons down, showing a pale ivory chest, black trench coat outlining his slim but built shape, his pants a black tight fabric and framing his legs nicely, though they were not leather, they had no shine to them but still very nice looking. His near dress shoes clicked against the concrete as a sinister and seductive smile found his mixed soft rough lips.

“Good evening child, how would you like to make some money tonight?” He asked, voice smooth and low, his deep sapphire eyes holding a glint that would tell anyone that it didn’t matter if the answer was yes or no, he was someone with little patience for refusals, and would take what he wanted by force if refused.

His hair blew a bit in the wind, he’ll be mine he thought with a finality as he fixed his prey with an appreciative and lust filled gaze. Saphrine unabashedly ran his eyes over the thin frame of the boy who would soon be his dinner, a very seductive aura coming around him to help the boy understand that he was hungry and ready to feed. Oh yes he would dine well tonight.

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At some point, Easy's heartbeat had sped up, and a clammy sweat covered him. Distressed, the youth wondered if he was becoming ill, something that rarely happened to him except for his migraines. His mind reached out inexpertly, seeking some answer. When he predator-mind leapt at him, he shuddered and wanted to push away from the wall, running for his life. Yet, something kept him there, and he remembered The Beast from his nightmares, the being that haunted his sleep.

"Good evening child, how would you like to make some money tonight?”

His body jerked convulsively at the voice, and he did move away from the wall to face his newest customer--someone unlike anyone he had ever encountered. Senses he did not fully understand told him he was prey facing possible death but not after this one had had his fill. His tongue wetted full lips that were dry as if from fever, and he dragged in breaths through a constricted throat.

Chill out, Cat! he commanded himself. What's the worst he can do to you? But the rational part of his mind--an increasingly small portion--said, Kill you. Consume you. Destroy you. He could not stop the whimper from escaping, a sound of fear mixed with excitement as his self-destructive nature held him there, ready to be taken and used then discarded.

"Yeah," he murmured then repeated it, trying to fill the word with cockiness and confidence he did not feel at this moment. "I got what you want, mister."

[night]

Saphrine couldn’t help the devilishly evil smile from coming to his lips, pearly white teeth shining in the little lamp lights. Saphrine walked over to the youth, his hands going to the young boy’s shoulders in order to trace one shoulder blade to the next with a long fingernail, he stopped when he was behind the child, whispering in a husky and desiring voice,

“Then come with me” his tongue darted out along the pierced ear’s surface, a slight growl emitting from Saphrine as he liked the taste. He wanted nothing more than to lick and taste more of the boy’s skin, his tongue going from the ear to the back of his neck, wishing to tear the boy’s rather strange clothing off and have him.

His hand unconsciously went down to the bottom of the boy’s shirt, hands feeling the smooth skin beneath as they snuck beneath the shirt, oh he wanted the child this second, but he didn’t want him here, he wanted the boy on his bed, thinking that creamy skin would look positively enticing upon his silken red covers. Presentation was part of the meal, and the child would be the perfect meal indeed.

He pulled away and began walking in the direction of his house on this planet, positive that the child would come with him, especially from that delicious whimper the boy let out a few moments ago. Not mentioning that he promised the boy money for his services, if he lived that long. Though Saphrine had a feeling that this boy would, which caused a wierd unidentifiable sensation in him.

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Easy tried to resist, thinking that he might be walking to his death, yet it was as if he had no will for self-preservation. He could not stop the fretful sounds he was making, and he stumbled once then a second time. Finally, his knees gave, and he collapsed to the sidewalk, trying to break his fall with outstretched arms, bruising his hands, tiny cuts making them tingle. He struggled back to his feet, swaying so that he fell against the man's strong form, the contact dragging him into the man's mind, a violent, bloodsoaked landscape that terrified yet thrilled him. This man--or whatever he really was--meant to toy with him, use him, treat him as he had always claimed to want.

"Please," he breathed. "I--I don't know if I can--if I can walk," he had to admit. Lamb to the slaughter, he thought suddenly, unsure where the phrase had come from but not doubting that he was the lamb, no matter that he was called Cat and Alleycat.

At the next lamppost, he went to it, wrapping his arms around it for support, pressing his cheek to the wood. He raised pleading tawny eyes to the stern face that seemed to promise nothing but pain and cruelty. How could he understand such physical weakness.

"Please, mister," he tried again, wetting dry lips with nervous flicks of his tongue. "I want to. I..." Heart hammering in this thin frame, he closed his eyes tightly, his forehead against the rough wood, fearing he had accepted one offer too many yet unable to refuse what was to come.

[night]

Saphrine was amazed, this boy was actually stumbling about, he looked like he could walk before, though if his assumption of the boys nature were true and the boy had no idea of what he was capable of, then no wonder why he was “walking” around like that.

The boy actually tried to get some support from Saphrine himself, though Saphrine supposed that the boy picked up on his rather ominous aura, for he had to cling for dear life on a lamp post, he smirked,

“Begging already?” Saphrine asked, coming to Easy’s aid, wrapping an arm around the boy’s waist and drawing his face near the boy’s ear once more licking at it,

“why child we haven’t even made it to my house yet” he said, his fingernails lightly resting on the boy’s flesh on his stomach, as he turned Easy’s head and kissed him, nothing demanding quite yet, he didn’t want to make himself more impatient than what he was. He went back to the boy’s ear

“but, if you truly can not walk” Saphrine took the boy’s arms from around the lamp post and put them around his waist, allowing his aura to calm down so the boy didn’t faint on the spot, his own arm went around the boy’s shoulders, this way he wouldn’t have to carry him, not that he couldn’t but it would look far too suspicious on this planet.

“then I will assist you” Saphrine showed a rare moment of gentleness as he made sure that Easy was still with him walking at a pace the boy would be able to keep up with.

Of course this will all change as soon as he got the boy on his bed, but he withheld thinking about it, knowing the boy would pick it up and try to scamper off, though it appeared the boy wanted to take it, and Saphrine would give it, hard.

[easytanner]

Easy felt as if he was delirious although the only times he had experienced such a condition was when he had been raped and beaten by such experts as the man named Ryder "Wolf" Quantrell, his father, Strat, and others of that ilk. Was this a forewarning of what he was about to experience? Yet, the man had stopped to help him walk, and there had been a change in what he felt from him, as if a screen had been placed there. His heart was pounding so that he could scarcely breathe, and that very small, rational part of his mind told him to break away and run, putting as much space between himself and this thrillingly frightening man as possible. Yet, he could barely walk. How was he to run, to escape, to hide from this person?

Then, there were the caresses, the licking of his ear, as if the man was tasting him. As if? He thought perhaps he was being tasted, sampled perhaps. His dazed mind recalled the dream of The Beast. Was this his dream come to life?

"A-are you g-gonna..." He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself to ask the question, dreading the answer yet ready to accept it. "...kill me?" he asked, a sighing sound with a dreaminess to it, as if he was detaching himself from this body, already seeing it dismembered in some alley or Dumpster, just another boychick lost to the streets.

[night]

Saphrine was still amazed at the boy, he was walking only slightly better now, though something seemed to have come over him. This meal intrigued him greatly, and he wasn’t about to give up on it because the boy appeared to be having some problems, perhaps it had been a while since this child’s last meal?

Saphrine growled at himself, what was he thinking? It didn’t matter! He would have this boy tonight, or maybe because the boy asked something no other lived long enough to ask, and it stunned him for a moment, his mind remembering when he was small and asked his parents the same question, and their response was his,

“Only if you are not strong enough to handle it” Saphrine said, his voice cold as he looked to the boy’s amazing golden, and terrified gaze, it was as if he was seeing his prey for the first time, he could feel his mind flashing with the boy’s their different experience in sexual abuse by adults coming so clear to him.

Again a rare show of gentleness, his smile and his eyes became a little softer, just a tad though, his hold on his prey became less harsh, more gentle, and his aura was probably the most noticeable, it went from a lust filled and seductive, to a more calm, soothing, and warm one.

It was as if he was telling the boy, without actually saying something that his words would not allow that yes, he would live through this. He would probably be the sorest he has ever been, drained of energy, but he would live.

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Easy sensed the change in intent, his slender body noticeably relaxing, his mind connecting with the other's, finding a reflection of his own thoughts and memories there. He managed to raise his head to look up into the man's eyes, searching them, his golden-brown eyes wide in his very pale face, the raven tresses mussed into disarray that had invited many to bury fingers in the ebony locks.

"You're not gonna now," he said quietly, certain of it. "You were gonna kill me, but now..." What did the man want? "You're hungry," he murmured, and he found strength again, his legs becoming steadier so that he was walking with a more-assured gait. "I can take a lot," he assured the man, still clinging to him, no longer wishing to run away. "You're like him--Wolf, but you're not," he said softly, remembering three days of torment at the hands of a madman named Ryder "Wolf" Quantrell. He had been a terrified child, barely 12 years old, but he had survived it all--the rapes, the torture, the beatings. Somehow, he had survived that and far more, the rest at the hands of his father.

"Y-you understand," he realized. "You know." He stopped walking to see if the man would do the same. "Carry me," he asked. "No one will see. No one will care."

[night]

Saphrine leaned over into the boy’s ear, his tongue once more tracing the ear’s lobe,

“Yes child, I’m very hungry” Saphrine said, snorting in disgust,

“and don’t compare me to some disgusting human who would hurt a baby” he said taking the boy into his arms and carrying him bridal style to his house, though before heading off he indulged himself in a kiss, slightly squeezing the boy,

“I do understand, but don’t think that means I won’t be less harsh on you child” Saphrine said, loosening his hold so it wasn’t hurting the boy anymore,

“Now tell me your name, as I do not invite strangers into my house” Saphrine said, coming to his place of residence, smaller than a mansion, but much bigger than a house.

He gave Cat a sniff,

“You will either bath or shower, I care not which, just don’t smell like those trash cans anymore, I will have something you can wear, well until you get to my bed at least” Saphrine said, bringing the boy into his house and in the bathroom before depositing him there and leaving.

[easytanner]

Easy could not help it. He wrapped his arms around the man's neck and kissed him with a passion he would never have expected. What was he thinking?! Johns didn't want mouth-to-mouth! But, everything about this man was causing him to go weak with longing, especially now that he realized he would survive this. And the man could do what he did! He knew it, could sense it, and had had it verified when this man spoke of what he had been remembering, whichever tormentor the man had seen.

"Cat," he said breathily when the kiss had ended. He hadn't released his hold, and their faces were very close, his gemstone eyes studying the man at close range. "My name... Easy Tanner, but people call me Cat or..." He blushed, closing his eyes. "Alleycat," he confessed.

"Baths? I like baths," he murmured, opening the astonishing eyes again and smiling very faintly, just the edges of the expressive lips turning up, like a kitten's mouth. He rested his head on the man's chest. "With nice-smelling stuff--oils--in it." He made a little rippling purr of a sound, drowsiness and desire sweeping through him. "You'll throw me back," he said softly, "so you can catch me again. Taste me and find me, hmmm?" Again, it was the purr, an odd, pleasing sound that few of the men who had taken him had heard. "You're strong," he sighed. "You'll hurt me." Yet, he did not sound fearful as he had before, simply accepting the inevitable, knowing it was what he sought obsessively.

"Sa--Saf... Sa..." The smooth brow furrowed slightly. "I don't know the name," he admitted. He closed his eyes and searched for it. "Saphrine," he decided. "Never heard that before. Where's J-Jeskara? It's another country?" He kept his eyes closed now, nuzzling against the man's chest, the silken hair moving against his throat. "I like bein' hurt, sometimes a lot. I want it, too."

[night]

Saphrine wasn’t all that stunned when Cat said his name, he liked the sound of it on those teasingly soft lips. Cat was willingly about to subject himself to Saphrine’s torment, knowing full well that he would enjoy it, embrace it, and Saphrine would go find the boy again. Saphrine licked his lips; it would be a fun hunt.

Saphrine walked back to the bathroom where Cat was bathing, very loose pajamas in hand so he could easily take them off, shredding them depending on his patience, and effect.

Opening the door his nostrils were immediately filled with the scents coming from the tub, and not just the oils either, unabashedly he placed the clothes on the sink and went over to the side of the tub, long pale fingers grasping hold of the boy’s face and bringing it to his lips, tongue roughly slipping into the boy’s mouth to taste him, one hand going to Easy’s back, gliding sharp fingernails over sensitive skin. Finally pulling away he said,

“hurry up, Jeskara will soon be your new home, and I will hear no other name on your lips” Saphrine said getting up and giving Cat a glance that demanded the youth’s presence the second he was dressed and mostly dry,

“my room is at the end of the hall, and don’t try to escape, it will not be a pleasant experience for either of us” Saphrine’s sapphire eyes gleamed with truth, showing off some fang to Cat before smirking and leaving, making sure the bedroom was perfect for his dinner.

Upon entering the room Cat would find a large bed in the center, satin red covers and a plush carpet beneath his feet, Saphrine laying patiently on the bed, a sadistic smile on his handsome face, his sapphire eyes roaming Cat’s beautiful body, licking his lips and beckoning the boy to him.

“Come here kitten and let me stroke you” Saphrine says, his voice deep, desiring, as he holds his hand out to Cat, a black silk robe the only covering on his body, which is open, allowing a view all the way to his hips, then outlining what is beneath, pale strong legs showing out the other end.

[easytanner]

Easy had scarcely been aware when they reached their destination. Surprisingly, he had drifted in and out of sleep as Saphrine carried him to his home. He had been set down in the luxurious bathroom, where he was expected to bathe the streetlife from his thin body. He was left alone then, which surprised him, and he shed the worn clothing, folding them as carefully as if they were the finest garments, pleased that the man had not torn them from him as he'd half-expected. Clothing for a boychick was difficult to come by at times, depending on his success on the streets. Generally, shopping was done at Salvation Army stores.

Loose pajamas were left for him to don in place of his clothing, yet another puzzle for the boy called Cat since he had never had a john provide such a luxury as pajamas, let alone the bath he was about to have. When the tub had been filled with steaming water, the boy had climbed in, sinking into the warmth. A moment later, he had poured some oils from the various colorful bottles lined up next to the tub. He had submerged himself so that his dark tresses would be freshly washed, scrubbing the tousled locks with fingers, stimulating his scalp and awakening him from his drowsy state. He didn't think his "employer" would like him falling asleep again. Of course, there were the ones who liked limp and unresisting.

He had tensed as the door had opened and the man had entered, the pajamas in his hand. He had placed the clothes on the sink before coming to the side of the tub to grab Cat's face, pulling him into a deep kiss, his tongue thrusting into the boy’s mouth. Moaning, Easy had cried out, the sound muffled by the demanding mouth, as Saphrine's sharp nails moved over his skin, as if promising violence.

Then, the man released him and said, "Hurry up, Jeskara will soon be your new home, and I will hear no other name on your lips. My room is at the end of the hall, and don’t try to escape, it will not be a pleasant experience for either of us."

Saphrine left the boy weak and dreamy with desire. Easy hurried to finish his bath then dried himself quickly, but his hands were shaking so hard that he could scarcely hold on to the towels to dry his hair and body as thoroughly as possible. Soon after, still a bit damp, he was dressed in the comfortable pajamas, the sensation strange on his now-clean body, a body that was accustomed to denim or nothing.

Upon entering the bedroom, Cat was bedazzled by the setting, like no other such room that he had ever seen. His bare feet sank into the plush carpet, and he curled his toes in response, tugging at the nap. The bed had red covers, which further amazed him. The color was almost overwhelming, especially in contrast to the masculine vision lying there, looking his way with the hungriest look Cat had seen in a very long time.

“Come here, Kitten, and let me stroke you,” Saphrine said, and he held out his hand to the boy who moved gracefully toward him, entranced by the pale body in the black silk robe that lay open, exposing much of the man's body.

Easy shivered despite the warmth provided by the welcome bath. The pajamas were lightweight, true, but it was this man causing him to tremble so. Eyes half-lidded, full lips parted, the boy shyly approached the bed, stopping at its side, his head bowed now, overwhelmed by the experience thus far. He was aroused, and he knew that it was obvious in his thin apparel. He had the impulse to cover himself with his hands, and a blush bloomed on the pale cheeks. It took great control to kneel on the bed then to crawl on all fours to the man's side to meekly await his next demand.

"W-what should I do?" he murmured, his breathing light and fast, almost panting now. He felt as if all the man would have to do was touch him and he would faint. "Saphrine," he sighed.

[night]

Saphrine was pleased, and enjoying the sweet torment the boy must be going through, if in fact that was a sign of pleasure in the boy’s pants. Saphrine licked his lips, oh yes this was a meal worth waiting for.

The boy crawled to him, and Saphrine let him lay on one outstretched arm, the other taking the boy’s chin and Saphrine kissed him, hungrily, wantingly and definitely desiring for the boy’s reactions, he had almost taken him in the bath tub with such a delicious taste.

Saphrine’s hand that was holding Cat’s chin decided to move down, nails brushing the skin as the hand began unbuttoning the shirt. Once the shirt was undone Saphrine slipped his hand onto the exposed flesh, growing a little harder as he felt the softness to it.

Saphrine let the boy come up for air as he shifted his position to go between the boy’s legs, his tongue licking down the boy’s neck, his hands pushing the long sleeved shirt off of Cat’s shoulders. It was then that Saphrine felt the scars and pulled his mouth away from the boy’s chest, taking an arm and giving it a most disapproving look, growling darkly, he knew why the boy did it, he caught the flash, knew that the filthy human’s drove his meal to damage itself.

Saphrine seemed to grow more passionate when he once more claimed Cat’s lips, dominantly claiming the boy’s mouth, before it went to the arm, a fang tracing along a few of the slashes,

“Don’t dare tell me any excuses for these boy” Saphrine said, his voice low and his sapphire eyes flashing with anger, more at what caused the boy to do it, than Cat actually doing it.

“I know why, and though I don’t know who, if I ever run into them they will wish their existence never present on this planet” Saphrine said, his voice loosing its harsh edge to come back to the boy’s mouth, he couldn’t seem to drink enough from it. The taste so addicting, and the noises so sweet, he would have all of this boy.

While his mouth was busy his hands went down Cat’s arms, bringing them above the boy’s head and holding them together with one hand, the other going to the pants and slipping beneath the band to caress and stroke him there.

Releasing that wonderful mouth once more Saphrine’s tongue descended lower, releasing Cat’s wrists for a moment to get the pants down and off that beautiful body, Saphrine licked his lips as he studied Cat’s nude form, giving a rather husky,

“I’m the only one you will bleed for from now on child” before licking at Cat’s tip and around it before swallowing it within his hungry mouth.

[easytanner]

Easy allowed the man to guide him into position next to him, lying on an outstretched arm, the man's free hand cupping his chin and drawing him into a kiss that threatened to devour him, and he returned it with as much hunger and longing as he felt, his mouth blossoming open to allow the man free rein to plunder him, wanting to open his whole self to satisfy the man's ravenous appetite. He whimpered, the sound a combination of excitement and perhaps a sampling of fear and pain. He felt his shirt being unbuttoned and the touch of the long nails threatening to gut him as easily as they teasingly scratched him, threatening to pierce the skin yet only skimming it deliciously. The slender body arched and writhed as the boy understood the promise of savagery within the sensual touch. He sensed the man's excitement, feeling his own flesh through the touch of another, an intoxicating and addictive sensation.

Suddenly, he could breathe fully as Saphrine moved between his legs, his tongue moving along the slim throat. Cat felt his shirt being removed and thought of resisting but was unable to do so. The man would see his secret at some point in the bedding process. Why not now? Perhaps he would see that he was that lamb to the slaughter, only this lamb had tried to slaughter itself--repeatedly. The teen sensed when the man encountered the raised marks of self-destruction, and abruptly the hot, hungry mouth abandoned his chest as the man grasped an arm and growled, a sound that made the slender body quiver, shuddering in response. An odd sense of relief passed through the boy as he realized the man knew why he had done this to himself. He knew and understood yet was filled with rage--not at the broken youth but at those who had shattered him.

Saphrine seemed to grow more passionate when he once more claimed Cat’s lips, dominantly claiming the boy’s mouth, before it went to the arm, a fang tracing along a few of the slashes. The boy called Cat cried out shrilly, as if wounded by the touch, and he writhed on the bed, his legs moving restlessly. No one had ever done such a thing to him, acknowledging the marks in such an erotic way. It crossed his mind to lie, to tell the man his cover story of falling through a plate-glass door. “Don’t dare tell me any excuses for these, boy. ... I know why, and though I don’t know who, if I ever run into them they will wish their existence never present on this planet,” Saphrine said, his voice losing its harsh edge to come back to the boy’s mouth. Cat welcomed the return, meeting the lips and the sting of fangs with a passion that astonished him, as if he could merge himself with this man, lose himself in his gentle savagery.

Then his arms were being pulled above his head, and he thrilled to the realization that the man needed to use just one hand to pin him, leaving the other to move beneath his clothing to stroke what already was in a painfully excited state. He cried out shrilly as the mouth and tongue moved down, and he left his arms in the same position voluntarily, as if still held imprisoned, arching and moving his body frantically, his lips parted as he panted, trying to remember to breathe as he felt the pajama bottoms removed to reveal him completely to his new lover.

Lover? He wondered why he had thought such a thing. Lover meant much more than a one-night stand. Lover meant belonging. The only person who had ever claimed him was his father. I made you. You're mine! They were Strat's words, said so often they were imprinted in his mind, burned there by encounters that no father and son should have.

“I’m the only one you will bleed for from now on, child,” he heard, and he whimpered and moaned then wailed as he was consumed.

Yes, he thought, nearly delirious from the sensations ravaging his young body so deliciously, so maddenly, so wantonly. Yes! Yours! I'm yours! he promised silently, screaming it in his mind.