Living Hell (Ianthony)

I Am His.

~Ian's POV~
I kept slowly backing away from Anthony, he kept trying to explain himself but it wasn't helping. Suddenly Anthony clutched his head and groaned, his eyes shut tight. My breath quickened as Anthony became silent. "A-Anthony?" I asked. "Are you alright?"
I saw an evil grin appear on Anthony's face as he started to chuckle deeply. He raised his head and looked at me. I couldn't even see his pupils anymore. Anthony's eyes had turned a deep red. He put his hand on my thigh, his fingers extending to claws. "Oh Ian," Anthony said with a low (and sexy might I add) voice "this is just the beginning of your hell." Anthony smiled again as I saw two sharp fangs appear from his gums.
"Anthony this isn't funny anymore!" I almost screamed in shear terror.
Anthony laughed again as he came and sat on my bed nearly straddling me. He slowly traced my skin with one of his claws. He kept looking at my neck and licking his lips. "Anthony, what are you? What happened to you?!"
Anthony smiled and licked his fangs. "Ian baby, I've always been this way." He came up to my ear and whispered. "I'm a demon. I'm Satan's son" Anthony ran his other hand down my chest. I really hoped he wouldn't look down at my pants. Why the HELL was I getting turned on by this?! I know I'm gay but DAMN!
I was brought out of my thoughts by Anthony breathing seductively over my neck. "Ian, you're so pretty." He slowly licked my neck as I moaned in pleasure. Anthony chuckled. "You like that baby?" He then trailed short kisses along my jawline and moved down to my neck. I moaned loudly as he found my 'sweet spot'. He chuckled again as Anthony started to kiss and suck at my lower neck creating a hickey. I became confused as he stopped, Anthony then stroked my cheek. He brought his free hand to my eyes to close them. I let them close as Anthony brought his head back down to my neck. "Ian," he said against my neck. "may I take a bite?"
I smiled. "Yes Anthony."
Anthony pushed my down on my bed as I opened my eyes. He smiled as his fangs grew longer. He lowered his head to my neck and bit. I didn't fight him, he drank and drank. Anthony then pulled away and I felt him lick the dripping blood from my neck. He brought him face to see me. His eyes had turned a darker red. He licked his fangs slightly and then looked at me with another evil smirk. "Ian Andrew Hecox." Anthony said with a dark, sexy voice. "You belong to me. Yes?"
I smiled at him. "Yes Anthony, I belong to you."
Anthony then kissed me with my blood still on his lips. "Good." He stated. "I will soon be able to regain myself and I won't remember this, but Ian," he lowered his head to my ear. "I love you." Anthony then fell beside me, unconscious. His mouth was slightly parted, revealing his sharp fangs. I leaned over and kissed him. I ran my tongue over his fangs. I fucking love him.I pulled away and stared at the ceiling.
I love him no matter who he is or what he is. I, Ian Hecox, love Anthony Padilla. I belong to the son of Satan.