Blood, fire and death

Part 1

This is your one and only warning. There will be death, fights, murder, action, sex, blood, gore and hopefully, you will have fun reading this story.

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The sun was a large star, a ball of gas burning light years away. It,  as well as the stars in the sky which we love to admire so often, are all dead.

Let us compare their beautiful glow to that of an average Joe's final words.

What are they saying? Aaron wondered. 

Where they words of hate, useless talk of vengeance? A confession to an unrequited love? Or a simple elegant final goodbye?

He supposed that it depends on the situation. In truth, he didn't really care about the random mumbled of a dying stranger.

You see, there was only one dying soul in which he cared for. And that of course, where the words of the sun.

Such a beautiful death, how could one not wounder the words which are said when it's final screams are so powerful, so loud and unwavering that it touched nearly every corner of the earth on a singular day?

Some people, he has heard, spent the better part of their lives chasing it's elluminate voice. And why shouldn't they? When its words were so sweet the earth itself stretched out millions upon millions of fingers in an mock attempt to be but an inch closer.

Yes, it was without a doubt the most interesting, most beautiful death in this world. Or so Aarron assumed, it was the only passing he had witness. The only one he supposed he'd ever witness. Trap in his room, door lock from the outside by a series of bolts, barred windows and not sledgehammer in sight.

He sighs and turns away from the cloudless sky.

How he wished to be bathed in the light of the mother of dying stars.

In a few days, he will.

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It was hard being good! For Aaron more so then it would be for anyone one else. It was in his nature to be bad!

It wasn't directly his fault, it was in his blood, he was simply too curious about his fellow human beings.

What made them smile? What made them cry? What made them angry? What made them bleed?

His interest in the working of not only the mind but also the body is what attracted him to physiology, anatomie, in short the medical field. From hair strands, teeth to the bones. He was interested, and there was nothing like a walking talking person right before his eyes to make him excited.

They may be all the same but they were also all different, what made her cry isn't necessarily what could make he or they or them shed a tear. Some would shed more, others less. Some simply can't cry and that in itself held a particular interest.

But he did no testing, at least not yet. He'd finally escaped from his room, it's been 4 days, the head maid in charge of him would be back in 2 and is bound to notice his absence. She unfortunetly, was not as foolish and absent minded as her replacement. If he was bad now, his aunts and uncles would find him in a heartbeat. And who knows when he'll be able to conjure up another escape plan?

So he was good, saying his please and thank yous as well as the casual excuse mes. So how did he get in this situation?

"Aren't you a cutie?" The tall male purred as he said this, Aaron longed to know just how much his vocal cords had to vibrate in order to make such a delightful sound.

"Why don't me and you, find a nice corner, and we can get to know each other" He continued, his nose brushing the side of Aaron's neck.

He kept his eyes forward, his fingers itched to reach up at the male. The stranger's skin was flawed in every way possible. The man had scars, tattoos, moles, even stretch marks from the bulging muscles.

Just by seeing it, Aaron knew that touching him would be an experience. Every inch of skin would be different from the last.

Not to mention, he looked like he had a high tolerance for pain.

What would make him cry? Was his skin thicker because of it's texter? Would he need to be have to scratched deeper in order to bleed?

Aaron fingers twitched once again, and this time he thought about giving in, being bad, his family was bound to find him either way, why not enjoy his freedom while he had it?

"What do you say cutie? No need to be shy, let's be naughty "

'How thoughtful, he gave me an invitation' Just as Aaron decided to indulge, the man was pulled away from him and he was left staring up at the tallest man he'd ever seen. He was also the largest, his muscle exceeded what he thought he knew was possible for an average man.

A body builder? Or a supernatural?

He was covered by the long sleeve and jeans pair he wore but he also had a tattoo, it peeked from the collar of his top and his face was littered in scars.

The man who'd approached him first had protested upon being redrawn but with a single glance at this other man, he quiet down.

'God what manner of being was he?' Aaron wonder, heart slamming in his chest, pulse racing he began to sweat, not in fear but with something he hadn't felt before.

Arousal, he was turned on.

He didn't even know his lower region could serve any other use then to empty his bladder. Of course he knew what reproduction was, and how hormones worked, he just never experience it.

And now, under the strong dark gaze of this stranger, his penis rose to life. And it wasn't just the look of him that set Aaron aflame. He took another deep breath.

It was the scent of him.

"Blood" He moaned, a sound he hadn't been aware he could make as he stepped forward towards the stranger.

"Blood, ashes and decay " He exhaled roughly, eager to fill his lungs once more. "You smell so good" Aaron moaned once more, burying his nose into the chest of this man, wrapping his slender arms around him, a laughable precaution to keep the much larger male in place.

"Will you come with me?"

His voice sent chills all the way down Aaron's spine to the bottom of his feet and up again until it reached the tip of his dick. Aaron rocked his hips against the stranger's thigh, his arms tightened their hold and he moaned loudly.

"Yes" He breathed. "Take me with you" Be begged.

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