~Him and the blood~

|009| Mirror Maze.

Raph's POV (also Raph will be in his human form until I say so with ⸸ that symbol)

Kill Luke? Is he crazy? Okay, yes he is. My mind is spinning while my stomach is twisting and turning. "Okay fine, we can do that but I might need a trash can." I said, covering my mouth with my hand as I'm about to hurl. Zayden laughed as he stood up off of the bed, he went into the bathroom and grabbed the trash can and handed it to me just in time.

Vomit filled the trash can, the room was filled with the scent of weed and alcohol. "Jesus, Raph. Have too many drinks?" He asked, snickering as he laid back next to me and turned onto his side, his back facing me. "Ha ha, very funny." I said, placing the trash can onto the ground next to the bed and laying down as well.

As Zayden and I laid side by side, I can't help but admire the way his shirt fits so snug like to his body. It looked like it felt too tight, like it needed to be taken off. Before I could even think, my hand reached out and ever so softly grazed against his back. He shuddered, a soft sigh escaped his lips.

It was weird, seeing him so...tense. I want to make him feel better. I crave it. I need it. My hand grasped onto his shoulder, turning him onto his back onto the mattress. "What the hell are you doing-" "Shut up." My hand trailed down his chest, feeling the tattered skin. His hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling it and making it pop.

"O-ouch!" "What do you think you're doing?" I hissed, closing one eye as I felt him tug slightly harder on my wrist. "O-okay, fucking Christ..You seemed uncomfortable in that shirt and I just wanted to make you comfortable-" Before I finished, he tugged on my wrist making me yelp. "I think you're still intoxicated, Raph."

I rolled my eyes, trying to release his grasp on my wrist. "I'm not intoxicated, just trying to make you feel better." Zayden finally let go, my other hand wrapping around my wrist he pulled. Had to make sure he didn't pop a vein or something. "It's not like I haven't seen your chest before, jackass.." I mumbled, sitting up and resting my back against the headboard. 

"That was a long time ago." Zayden sat up as well, his back pressed against the headboard. His eyes took a few glances at me, mostly towards my neck. Why was he looking there? Was there a smidge of weed on it or something? "Why do you keep looking at my nec-" Before the word 'neck left my mouth, his lips found their way to my neck.

It was like he was feral, I didn't know what to do. My words were stuck in my throat, my breathing stopping. It felt like ecstasy, his lips on my neck. Shivers running down my spine, soft gasps and whines escaping my lips. My eyes fluttering shut, head arching back to give Zayden more room to devour and mark my neck that's his.

Oh yeah, that's right. I'll let him claim my neck, I've been wanting this for too damn long. His teeth grazing against my neck, making me open my eyes half way. "Z-zane..." The words slipped past my lips, then two fingers enter my mouth, making me choke slightly.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" Zayden asked, opening his mouth and licking the column of my throat. I mewled, my saliva collecting onto his digits in my mouth. "Zayden.." My voice sounded muffled, my eyes fluttering shut once more. He shoved his fingers in deeper, making me gag. "That's not what I heard."  He taunted, removing his fingers from my mouth.

A trail of my saliva went past my lips, encasing his fingers delightfully. Fuck, why was I turned on from this? I need to get this growing arousal out of my body. "I know you called me Zane. Call me it again and see what happens, doll." The nickname sent a shiver down my spine, my growing arousal making my stomach burn with need.

Oh fuck me, I'm gonna regret this. "What happens if I call you again, Zane?" Just as the name 'Zane' passed my lips, he gripped onto my hair and pinned me against the bed. A yelp filled the room as he pinned my wrists above my head, those piercing brown eyes looking straight into my emerald eyes. 

"You're pushing yourself, Raphael." I love you. "Are you even hearing what you're calling me?" I love you. "You know that I'm Zayden, never again Zane because you fucked that name up for me." I love you. "Are you even listening?" I love you. "Fucking dick, answer me!" "I love you."

Silence. Utter, and soothing silence. Staring into those eyes, his gaze unwavering yet soft. His pupils expanded, showing he had some sort of sympathy for me. Our breathing mingled together, twisting and floating together like a melody. I loved him, truly did. I wanted him, needed him. He made me so happy, and hopefully he felt the same.

Zayden sighed, closing his eyes. He then sat up, letting go of my wrists and sitting on the bed. "..I need some air, I'll be back." He stood up off of the bed, his footsteps soft across the wooden floor. My heart shattered, I wanted to cry so bad. As he left, the tears in my eyes came crashing out. 

My fists landed into the pillows and mattress, screaming in rage and sadness. Tears streaming down my cheeks, making choked out sobs in short gasps escape my lips. After a few moments, I laid on the bed, my crying calming down. I felt like I ruined a friendship, and will probably never get it back.

Which sounds about right, I'm sorry Zayden Jones.