RED PARALLEL

Chapter 35: I Wanna Die Soaked In Your Blood

(Owen)

Belladonna filling his veins with toxic sweet particles, dissolving the poison and contaminating each cell, each string, each molecule. The car was suffocating him with a heavy lack of air, so Owen opened the door and dragged himself out, doing the uneven line toward his bedroom. The corridor was red, burning his eyes, smelling like acid candy, and he slipped his hands through the moving walls, heart missing beats and turning upside down.

Where is he... Where is he...

The animal was sleeping over the white noble bed, arms stretched and surreal, terribly silky and distant. If he could only get closer and touch him, and possess him, but no. Troy was a stunning tiger who would bite him and leave him bleeding, constantly, playing with his senses, joking with his feelings. If he could only take revenge on him, make him do what he should do, strip off that cute face and make him be the man he needed, be the boy he had in his dreams...

He couldn't bear the torturing picture before his eyes, so he stumbled away, entering the tiny bathroom they had refused to use for some stupid reason. The cigarette lay between Owen's long and useless fingers, fingers which would only draw knives and forks, not a face or a body, not a mouth or a... Useless fingers, everything useless, uncolored, dived in Traviz's red kingdom...

He sat on the toilet and loosened the zipper of his pants, leaning his head against the cold tile and inhaling the sink, the floor, the walls, the floor, the sink, the toilet, the walls, the...

Owen opened the mouth and smirked, torpidity oozing from his memories. Dr. Cass... If he were still alive... He'd suck him so hard, so good, so eagerly... Why was he dead, just why... Just a great man, intelligent, strong, beautiful-

Owen massaged his lower parts, sighing and licking his lips. For years, he had learned to taste that, to swallow and make a pleased face. He had learned everything... Because he was a good boy. Oh, if only Traviz beat him harder, made him moan against the wall, smash him as he did with his women, but no...

But now I can... Now I'm here...

His head tilted back, the vapor in his lungs getting dizzy, his throat getting wet and thirsty, the stomach spasming just like how Traviz did in his dream.

Troy, why don't you be a good boy and get over here. Love me...

Owen took a last blow of the cigarette and tossed it away, laughing. The feeling in his dick was weird, there was something... Soon, Traviz was there, totally stripped off and standing on his knees, and the boy begged and begged, pulling Owen's tie, so Owen opened his legs. And Traviz leaned over his lap, eager, quiet, submissive, beautiful, and then the touch of his hands on his, that hot skin slipping down the lap, sliding across his bare thighs, reaching it.

Traviz touched it and looked up, waiting for permission, brown eyes shining and resigned. Because Troy was born to please him, he and only he. No one else. Just him. And Owen caressed the beautiful brown blonde hair and gently led his head to the bottom. The head lowered and that mouth sucked it, terribly slow, wonderfully delicious, sucking it from the bottom to the tip. Owen had his hands on that hair, sighing at the wall, feeling the stars and the waves swallowing him while Traviz swallowed it. The prince would close his eyes, in trance, feeling the taste of it, and he would rub it, lick it as if it were a diamond trophy.

Traviz moaned, and the sound of his tongue wetting Owen's skin was insanely good, Owen wanted to blow, to take his turn, but the slave was committed to it, the slave was polite and daring, throwing drunk glances at him and doing orgasmic faces, so beautiful, so perfect. The boy didn't have to say anything. Owen knew that Traviz had surrendered himself, placing all his stupid and vain wills to Owen's commands. Because Owen was the master, and Traviz would do it so well, touching Owen's tights, caressing Owen's skin from chest to knees, that perfect hand, that perfect color contrasting and uniting. So different, so meant for each other.