Heathen

Infatuation

Dal is staring deep into Endymion's eyes, daring him to come forward. But he is reluctant to engage in any kind of intimacy with the boy, because the last time had left him craving more than he should. Although, it seemed like both of them enjoyed everythinhg they did together.

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Dal turns to look at the man lying beside him. They spent yet another night together. Dal letting the other ravage him in every way, getting pleasure in return. But now, something feels wrong. Endymion's eyes are still dark, almost black with a hint of red in their depths. The boy feels a shiver going down his spine. He tries to pull the other close to kiss but Endymion resists.

"Don't! ...Give me a moment." His voice is husky. He draws ragged breaths, trying to control himself.  The intensity of their intercourse made him almost lose control. Engulfed in the boy's scent and his own memories - Io, his mind was flooded with her memory, her image! - and desires, he almost succumbed to the need for the boy's blood. Which could lead to an undesirable outcome.

"I don't mind." Dal whispers softly touching the man;s lips with his fingertips . "You can do it."

Endymion is still breathing shallow. He admits, he wants to taste the boy again, more than anything. He thinks he can reign in his need now. He can and he will.

Oh, child of Hecate, this is a dangerous path you tread...

In a flash, he tops him without warning. Dal gasps but remains still, locking eyes with him. Endymion lowers his body on Dal, tilting his head to expose the neck. He feels the boy's heartbeat quicken. To help him relax, he kisses him, moving his lips softly on the other's skin above his throbbing artery. The blood flow accelerates and the scent becomes heavier. He sucks the spot, licking it afterwards, before sinking his fangs into the soft flesh. Dal yelps. He grips Endymion's shoulders, thrashing under his body weight.  This doesn't feel like the time before. The blood rushes through his veins into the mouth of the dark creature above him. He digs his fingers on the other's flesh but to no avail. He is being drained and there is nothing he can do about it but enjoy the euphoric feeling that spreads through his body. 'Don't stop." is all he can think, letting out ragged breaths. "Don't stop..." he whispers just enough for the other to hear him. And he drifts further into the familiar haze as he is being drained of his blood slipping into a state of euphoria before passing out.

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Dal opens his eyes. He is lying on the bed alone. He looks around the room. The fire is out. Through the small window the soft grey light of dawn creeps in. He tries to get out of the bed only to fall back down, feeling dizzy. He feels sore all over his body and a sting on his neck. Last night's events slowly come back to him. The door opens and his eyes dart up to meet the tall dark man he was looking for earlier.

"You are awake." Endymion speaks softly. Dal nods silently. "I have prepared something for you to eat. Come. You need to get your strength back." As the boy tries to get out of the bed again, he realizes he is naked and pulls the blanket to cover himself. Endymion chuckles. "Don't you think that we are past that point?" "I am sorry." The boy mumbles embarrassed. His cheeks are getting red. "No need to apologize. Here." Endymion hands him his clothes and leaves.

Dal puts his clothes on and follows the man to the other room. There is food at the table. He sits down, across the other and starts chewing slowly on a piece of bread. He watches the man intently.

"Why didn't you do it?" "Do what?" But Endymion knows exactly what Dal is asking. "Turn me." "That would be selfish of me." "Why, if I want it too?" "Trust me, you do not want it." "But..." "I do not want you to hate me afterwards, Dal." "I thought you wanted us to be together." Dal whispers dejected. Tears are welling up in his eyes. He feels hurt. The nights they spent together changed his life. He never even dreamed of feeling everything he felt in that man's arms and now all he feels is rejection.

"I am not hungry anymore." He pushes the plate away and stands up. He runs out of the room, not wanting the other to see him cry. Endymion watches Dal with a grave expression on his face. He does not try to stop him. He hangs his head in defeat.

The Fates are cruel.