Wicked Game

The shockwave from hitting the hard floor wrecking his frame, rattling his teeth.

Its cold.. so fucking cold in the room. How the hell can someone live so luxurious, and not keep any heat on?

And when did he get undressed? He frowns as he runs his hands down his body, noting with dread that he has been bathed and cleaned while unconscious ,the sweet smell of soap still lingering on his skin. His hair soft and clean, curling up behind his ears and on his neck now that the grime and fat isn't sagging it down.

"Hello?" His voice feels raw. Barely a whisper. Fuck! His feet feels like jelly when he tries to stand again. And he slumps helplessly against the bed. Sitting defeated on the floor. feeling the chill seep into his skin.

a light glimmers in his eyes when he finds his jeans on the floor, right next to where he is sitting slumped but the hope is killed when the pockets turn emtpy.

Tears well up when he can't find his stash. He knows he put it in his pocket, that and his lighter..but there is only one bag there, an old one, he knows it's empty, only a thin layer of white powder left on the inside. He rips it open and licks it, desperate in his need. Hands shaking.

He savours the chemical taste. But it isn't enough. He wants more, needs more..

Without the familiar buzz he feels too empty, faithless and scared.

He doesn't really know why he keeps clinging on. Why he absolutely has to go on. Or where he finds the strength. He's been on his own for as long as he can remember, and he's got nothing left to lose.

His soul was broken a long time ago. When his father climbed into bed with him when he was six. He can still recall the feeling of that heavy body pressing him down. The smell of booze on his father's breath.

How his mother stood motionless in the doorway, watching, shock and disbelief on her face as she did nothing..

He shakes his head, lighting up a joint he thankfully found in his back pocket. Just the feeling of the paper between his lips making him feel better.

The smoke coils inside his chest, in his solar plexus, seeping through his lungs. Making him feel numb, weightless, bare.. perfect.

He closes his eyes, leaning his head against the frame of the massive bed, feeling the cold tiles under his ass, thinking maybe he should climb back in under the warm blankets. He manages to think the thought. See himself doing it, but it seems like a heavy task. It's such a long way.. He smiles softly to himself, gripping behind him for the blanket.letting it fall over his upper body, cruling it around himself. 'There.. better already..'

Inside his mind he is slowly drifting of to a better place. He can picture a place where he is wanted. Needed. Somewhere he gets to sit on the inside, instead of being the peeping Tom standing out in the cold looking in.

As often as he can, he climbs a rusty fire escape to one special window in the bustling city. He can sit there for hours, just looking in. Staring at the little family of four on the other side of the cold glass. Wishing, so bitterly, that he was born into a family like that, instead of his own sick verison of one.

He snorts.. how ironic. His name is Tom, the silliest name ever. He hates it. It brings back memories. Memories of that dark voice whispering to him in the dark. "That's a good boy Tom..shh." So he calls himself TC... even sillier. He knows, but it doesn't give him nightmares. Besides.. she gave him that name. So innocent and pure, with her hair always braided. Dress immaculate. His first real kiss, behind the great oak on the top of the hill. He had tried to scribble their names in the hard bark. But he had only gotten her name 'Sally' , a T and an half O before his mother had called him in for dinner. And that's how he got his nickname.. TC.

He ran away from home almost a year ago, and has let his mind and body deteriorate ever since, why should he care? He has nothing, no one..

Or wait..

There was someone. Yesterday.. hazy memories drifts to the front of his mind. A shadow standing so almost visible behind his mind's eye. Yes.. someone kissed him. That boy.. that pale boy, with the weird eyes, and he cut his tongue.. Didn't he? It's all so scrambled.. almost like a dream, and still not.

TC traces his teeth with the tip of his tongue. And sure enough, there is a sting. A little jolt of pain letting him know that, indeed.. he has a cut there.

'How the hell do you cut yourself kissing? The guy have razor blades hidden in his mouth or something?' TC had heard about motherfuckers like that.. crazy son of a bitches hiding knifes, guns and whatnot wherever they could find space for it.

As if on cue. The door opens and a pale figure glides through. Yes, glides.. the boy doesn't even seem to be touching the ground as he walks. Those red eyes darting around the room, almost like he's looking for something.

The boy is wearing a black silk shirt, and it reeks of money, expensive shit.. the top three buttons open, revealing a slice of hairless pale chest. It's a nice chest.. just a little build to it, but not much. The bottom three are open too.. almost like the guy just threw it on before he walked into the room. Washed out jeans is hugging his hips, hanging low, revealing a very distinct V-line. And damned if TC doesn't find him sexy.

So pale, so cold. Crimson eyes still looking everywhere but him.

TC chuckles, blowing out a heavy white cloud. "Where's the danger red eyes? Coz I ain't seeing none.."

The other sends a frown his way before he heads over to him. TC finding it hard to stop his chuckle again when the red eyed boy graciously walks in an arch to avoid the little beam of sun that stretches across the black tiles.

His mirth is cut short when the other snatches his joint from him and crushes it in his hand.

"Hey!! Fuck you! motherfucker.. That's mine you asshole!"

"Watch your tongue before I snatch it out." The tone makes TC flinch. That voice.. so cold. Snapping without really making an effort. Sending chills down TC's spine. He finds himself settling back down with a pout on his mouth. Somehow, he doesn't even question that this boy wouldn't snatch his tongue out. And he can't help but to pull his legs up to his chest, feeling safer that way, when the other settles down next to him in the cold room, handing over a carton of chocolate milk, a little white straw with a bend to it sticking up from the opening.

They sit so close that they're almost touching.. almost.

They sit there like that for several minutes. TC pouting, sipping on the chocolate milk, feeling that restlessness returning. While the other says nothing. Sitting so, so still. Like he isn't even breathing.

TC shivers when he can't hear the other breathe.. Can't even feel any heat from his body. Something is wrong with this boy.. it's like sitting next to a corpse. And he's seen one before. Not more than two months ago. His mother had looked so serene, lying there without a single frown on her otherwise worried face. And he could see that she wasn't there.. whatever made her *her* was gone. Leaving only a husk behind. An empty shell.

He still hated her..

But that didn't matter anymore.. that was then and he had other issues at hand right now.

This boy.. He seems like something in between. Not dead, but still.. not alive. TC let his eyes slide over to the other. Observing him.. the boy sitting just like him, resting his head on his arms, looking right at him. And it makes TC's heart jolt when he catches that inquiring gaze with his own eyes.

"What's your name?" The other's velvety voice fills him, making him relax, soothing his soul. Just a whisper and the pain from not having any real drugs in his system subsides. Like a little river swallowed by an ocean. So much more satisfying.. TC would willingly drown in that voice.. And that scares him. Only one question and he finds himself willing to let down his walls.

'What the hell is up with this guy?'

"Not the chatterbox are we? My name is Dracul, this is my apartment.. I found you yesterday, on the fire escape. Do you remember?" The other smirks at TC. And oh god, how fucking trancendant it makes him feel. That look in the others crimson eyes. Like he knows exactly what he's thinking. Why he isn't answering..

'Too fucking captivated.'

"Now you're just being rude.."

"I-I'm sorry. You just.. I dunno. TC.. that's my name I mean. TC. It's short for Tom. Well, not short for it.. but it's a nickname.. you can call me that.. TC." Oh god! He would happily bash his head in with a hammer if he could. So fucking embarrassing. Who the hell rambles like that?

He can feel how his face heats up. And now, the other is smiling. And what a smile.. so beautiful, sinister.. like he knows something the world is oblivious to. And if TC didnt know better. He'd say he was sitting right next to a vampire right now. But that was just silly talk..

Wasn't it?

"What? um... Who are you?"

"Me? I'm Batman.." The other deepens his voice, making it darker as he hisses out the answer, making TC laugh.. succesfully blowing away all the tension between them.

"Fuck you!"

A delicate eyebrow arches, that omnious smile widening, making something deep within TC tingle in delight. Letting the smallest of smiles play at his lips. Even when he feels insecure about the other, he can't help but feel relaxed.

"Where did you get those lenses anyway?"

"Heh.. What makes you think Im' wearing lenses?"

"What?" TC lets out a bark of a laugh "You're supposed to be a vampire or something?"

The other just smirks again, before that velvety voice soothes over TC again, tugging at his will. "Straddle my lap." and just like that TC can't resist. Doesn't have a chance to *not do* as the other tells him.

The other feels cold beneath him. So cold, but still.. so fucking hot. Like his skin is on fire. Because wherever TC touches the other, sizzling fire races through him. And he can't help the little gasp that escapes his mouth when the other puts his hands on his neck, pulling him closer.

Cold fingers travel up and down his spine in a soft pattern, going up, down, up again; tangling in his hair before tugging lightly, making him bow his neck - like in an offering to the other. And he gasps as his eyes flutter shut from the little sting, the excitement. He can feel how his dick grows hard. And he knows the other can feel it, see it. Hell, if this Dracul kid really is a vampire. He can probably smell it.

And oh god.. he sits there.. so high strung on the anticipation. Because he can feel the others cold body beneath his, cool lips on his neck. A moist tongue darting out to lick a long languid line up his jugular. And then, oh fuck.. that sound. It's so fucking sensual. A low purring sound coming from the other's chest. And TC can do nothing more then to sit there and be putty in the other's arms. Waiting, waiting for a kiss.. for a touch, anything but the light teasing.

And finally he can feel cool breath on his chin, neck, in his ear. "You smell like no other.. I have no idea how you can do this to me. But for the first time in a very long time.. I really don't want to kill someone who smells this good. I just know you'll taste like a fucking angel. And angels taste really good. But I just can't make myself to pierce this precious skin of yours without your permission. So, so wicked of you.."

"Um.. t-hah-anks?" He swallows hard several times. Rocking his hips now. How the hell is he supposed to refrain from it? The devil is playing with him,showering him with soft caresses, and for the first time, he feels warm. Wanted..

and it's so fucking stupid..

How can he feel like this for someone he's never met? Someone he's never talked to.. only kissed. The guy thinks he's a freaking vampire for heavens sake.

TC groans when he realizes that he is very much willing to believe that too.. no human can be this cool, this elegant... this fucking addicting.

Never had he dreamt he'd meet someone like this. So perfect.. like a God. Like a drug.. 'Like a fucking vampire..'

He can feel the other in his mind, like little golden tendrils of pleasure corrupting his system, fogging up his mind alongside the maddening lust making him forget the sickness of the drugs. "Wh-what are you doing to me?"

"I'm rolling your mind.... I don't want a druggie lover. And you're still too young to change. So I'll make you want me, and only me.."

TC frowns, biting his lip between his teeth to keep from moaning again. Dracul has finally let his neck go, and those hands is now on his ass, kneading, massaging, spreading..

"I-I'm old enough.. I'm 18.. You don't look that much older yourself..Mmm.."

A soft chuckle sends a new delightful shiver down TC's spine, curling his toes. "I'm 367.. but you're right. I was sired when I was only 17, one month before my 18th birthday. But you're still so short. How tall are you? 165cms?"

TC can't help his reaction, ignoring the insult. Stopping his rocking, hanging his head low. Threading his fingers through the other's he can feel how they feel almost like dead branches between his. Cold.. but then they move.. squeezing his hand, so alive.. so real, and TC can't really picture himself holding any other hand in his. Never. Not after this.. and when he looks up. His eyes meet the other's. And he see the soft smile splayed over the others ethereal face, filling him with a comforting warmth.

"Are all vampires as handsome as you?"

"No..I'm special.." A wicked expression flitters over the vampire's face.. making TC laugh again.

Seconds later finds TC on his back in the middle of the huge bed, winded but still smiling, the deadly predator hovering over him. Pressing him down into the mattress while he breathes heavily into his ear, whispering sins silently while he rocks his hips, grinding down, letting TC feel a hard dick rubbing against his own. Making TCs heart thud painfully in his chest. Racing.

The fact that the other is still dressed and he's not, turning him on even more.

Normally, TC hates to lie like this.. to be restrained and pressed down. Too many bad memories, sickening scenes flying through his mind. Of how his dad would do this.. lie on him like this, press him down, suffocate him as he pressed inside.

But Dracul is nothing like his dad. Oh no. He can't be compared..and for the first time in a really long time, TC doesn't mind being touched, not at all. The other feels so light lying on top of him.. and so not like his father.. Dracul's body feels cool against his skin, his touches feathery soft.. so delicate..

TC lies there, silently.. just observing the other as he explores his upper body.

Cold fingers running fast and light over his trembling flesh while crimson eyes takes in every damned move, gasp and tremble he makes. Goosebumps running wild over his skin. And oh god, it's such a fucking turn on. The way the other looks at him, like he is a new toy, something precious, wanted..

Needed.

TC has to struggle not to beg for more. Just the look on the other's face enough to make him go crazy with need. Those crimson eyes lost in the small dips and swells of his chest, his ribs, abs. The softer skin on the inside of his arms.

"What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way." The other smiles at him. "You always reminded me of that song.. silly huh?"

TC whimpers, unable to form a coherent answer, only a strangled "No.." falling from his lips, his hips rocking gently against the other when the vampire leans down to lay a subtle kiss in his armpit, kissing his way down to the inside of his elbow. Sharp teeth nibbling on the skin there.

"Fuck, I can feel your heart against my lips, fluttering. Like a caged moth." Crimson eyes seem a little darker when the vampire glances up, still kissing, licking. Heading down to his wrist, taking a deep drag there, just over his pulse. "Aah.. so tempting."

TC shivers, his dick so achingly hard, a burning coil of golden strings lurching in his stomach. How the hell could he be so close just from this? These small kisses? He shakes his head, the golden strings running throughout his entire being letting up a little. "Bite me..please.."

The vampire groans, letting a shiver run through him. A drag of breath catching as he licks the sensitive skin.

The bite stings a little, then there is bliss.. Euphoric bliss racing through TC and he lets out a puppylike whimper, reaching for the other with his free hand, running his fingers through dark brown hair, pressing the other closer. Loving the feel of that hot mouth sucking at his skin, drinking him, a soft tongue slipping out to lick at the wound. Feeling so fucking good.

Just when he starts feeling lightheaded, the vampire stops. Licking his lips, moaning at the taste. "So fucking good..I could drink you dry. But I won't.. You're far too precious to me."

Then those cold hands are doing wicked things with his chest, sides, the insides of his arms.. nipples again. TC can't help but let the moan he's been biting back, arching his back slightly, his own fingers fumbling clumsily with the other's belt buckle. Dracul suckling at his earlobe, kissing down his neck.

And then that cool mouth is on his lips, kissing him. TC gasps, kissing back with all he's got, ignoring the metallic taste lingering in the other's hot cavity .Desperately pressing himself closer. Needing to touch as much as he can. He abandons the damned belt buckle in favour of getting his fingers under that annoying shirt. Feeling how strong muscle play under the marble like skin of the other. Warmer now, so fucking smooth it hurts to touch. Too fucking perfect. How the hell did he get so lucky? To have this divine creature want him.. not for food, but for sex, dare he say love?

Yes, love.. because the other whispers it sweetly against his lips, almost like he could hear that fleeting thought. Could sense the doubt in him. The other's voice husky in his ear, sending a new set of desperate shivers through him. TC wants the other so bad he is all but ready to cry..

Dracul gasps softly when clumsy fingers finally gets his pants undone, tugging them down, making his achingly hard dick spring out. He needs this so bad, to be close to this boy, this panting body pressing itself desperately against him. So, so easy to read. Like an open book. And so fucking responsive. Every little move he makes making the other react in one way or another.

He brings his hand around the other's cock, letting his fingers caress the soft mushroom head, dipping a nail slightly into the slit, smearing precum down the hard length. Loving the way the other moans, rocking into his hand desperatly.

"Please... " TCs voice sounds desperate, his hands gripping Draculs back, pressing him closer. "Please.. Dracul"

Dracul responds by growling softly, bringing their erections together, grinding down against the other. And oh gods! The feeling.. a perfect feeling surges throughout and inside him. He can't help but moan before he catches the other's mouth again, thrusting his tongue into the other, wrapping his hand around both erections.

And the feeling building up inside of him promises one hell of an orgasm, just from this.. frotting, rubbing, the feel of the other's cock pulsing against his. It's so fucking absurd. To be so close, just from this. But oh god, he is. So fucking close.

Suddenly the other's tongue falls slack in his mouth, the cutest whine of his name slipping from kiss swollen lips, the breath escaping into his own open mouth. "D-DraaaHaacul!" The semen makes his hand slicker and he jerks a couple of times more before he has to clench his jaw shut, moaning low.. a broken hiss of the other's name slipping from him as he comes hard in his hand, shooting salty strings over TC's stomach and chest.

He lets out a heavy laugh as he slumps down, just bathing in the buzz running through him, smelling the other's sweet skin. "I'm keeping you.."