Noir

Part Five

He had never killed before. The praise that Julian gave him was a drug in itself, filling him with a euphoria like nothing else. The rush had been so astounding that he wanted to do it again, even more so if Julian were by his side. In that moment, he had the crushing realization that he could never again live a day without the other male. The night they met was a gift given to him from the devil, this he was sure of.

They left the club and Julian accompanied him home, claiming he had not had enough of his company. The walk was silent, providing an almost eerie sense of comfort, knowing he was in the presence of someone like minded.

When they entered his home Lucas immediately sat down at his desk to write about the experience, a poem that gave nothing away, yet spoke of everything. And as he wrote, he heard Julian roaming the space. He didn't mind the intrusion of privacy, not caring if his friend found his array of narcotics, nor if he decided to explore other rooms, perhaps finding the erotic photographs he often took of women.

He was almost finished with his poem when he heard Julian's voice.

"Disgusting."

He turned from his work to look him. He couldn't deny it, he knew he lived in disorder, that his home was rotting. He didn't utter any words of defense. There weren't any to give.

Then Julian looked back at him, demand in his eyes, and spoke something he hadn't expected, "Live with me."

Lucas was struck by the words, to think that this beautiful, immaculate man wanted him to stay in his home, it was baffling to say the least. But there was no way in Hell he'd decline.

"Your offer mystifies me, but I will accept."

Julian smiled, his eyes gleaming with spirited admiration, "Good. Come. We shall venture home, then."

Lucas left the unfinished poem.

Julian partook in a cigarette as they made their way to their massive dwelling.

"You may do as you wish, I hold you to no rules. I do this because you have utterly bewitched me."

Lucas took a heavy drag, holding the pollution in his lungs for a moment too long. If anyone had charmed the other, it was Julian. He wondered why Julian was so attracted to him. Perhaps he had been just as lonely. Maybe he hadn't met someone who partook in his demented ways, until now. It was for these reasons that Lucas was drawn to him.

But to live with the man, it was intimate.

He couldn't find it within himself to care.

They entered the mansion, and without having time to react, Julian spun him around, placing a hand to his face, and kissed him hard. For a moment he was stunned, not fully processing the assault, but then the realization sunk in, like a poison filling his veins, and he broke away. But Julian held him fast, an intense look in his eyes that said he truly wanted this. And Lucas couldn't resist. He had been noticing the way Julian looked at him, he had thought many a time that he was tempting. The night before he had sworn it was the aphrodisiacs, but he had almost given in then. So this time, he moved in, closing the distance he had forced, and placed his lips upon Julian's once more.

The kiss was visceral, beginning gently and growing to a soft passion. And when Julian moved his lips down to his neck he held his head back for him, releasing a moan, disbelieve in his voice, "Julian..."

Then came a sharp sting and he tensed. The pain he felt paralyzed him. Although he received immense joy from administering pain, his tolerance was insufferably low.

It took him a moment to become aware of what happened. Julian had bit through his skin, and he could feel the scrape of his teeth against his jugular. He could feel the life being sucked from him.