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Mark's grip on reality slipped further with every drop of blood that flowed from Tong's lips. The rich scent filled the air, overwhelming his senses, clouding his thoughts. He leaned in closer, his mouth pressing against Tong's, the taste of blood mingling with the warmth of Tong's saliva. It sent a jolt through his body, pushing him deeper into the kiss. Their tongues met, and a sharp, electric pain shot through Tong as Mark sucked relentlessly, drawing more blood.
Tong twisted in agony, his lips numb and throbbing. He could barely feel his own tongue as the cramping worsened, but Mark wasn't letting up. The kiss turned fiercer, more primal. Tong's hands, trembling from the pain, latched onto Mark's back and neck in a desperate attempt to steady himself. But Mark, lost in the storm of his own hunger, pulled Tong even closer, tightening his hold around his waist. His other hand slid around Tong's neck, fingers pressing just enough to cut off his breath, making his head spin.
Tong's small hands flailed against Mark's massive frame, trying to push him away, but it was useless. Mark was unmovable, his body a wall of muscle. Each squeeze, each grip from Mark sent a wave of pain through Tong's limbs. He could feel the strength leaving his body, his mind slipping further into unconsciousness as Mark's grip tightened, and the kiss deepened, raw and unforgiving.
Mark, on the edge of completely losing control, felt Tong's body go limp in his arms. Tong's eyes fluttered shut, his body sagging, lifeless. It was only then that Mark's own fogged mind began to clear. He broke the kiss, gasping, his chest heaving as he realized what had happened. Mark pulled Tong close to his chest, cradling his now limp body, eyes scanning him in a panic.
With a soft sigh, Mark carried Tong over to the bed, laying him down gently. He stood there for a moment, staring at the boy's pale face, his chest rising and falling faintly with shallow breaths. Mark's thirst burned, but his guilt burned hotter. He clenched his fists, trying to regain his composure, struggling against the relentless hunger that gnawed at him. His eyes still held a wild, thirsty glow as he looked down at Tong.
"What brought you to a place like this?" Mark muttered, his voice low, his mind slowly regathering itself. He reached down, his fingers grazing the corner of Tong's torn lips. "Why did you follow me? You should've been afraid..."
Unable to leave Tong in such a state, Mark bit into his thumb, tearing at the skin with his fangs until the blood welled up. He smeared it across Tong's wounded lips, watching as the torn flesh began to knit itself back together. Tong's warm lips turned cool under Mark's touch, the healing complete.
Mark sighed and turned to his closet, pulling out an old, faded blanket. He draped it over Tong's body, tucking him in gently. For a moment, he stood there, staring down at the boy, an odd mix of emotions roiling within him. Gently, he ruffled the hair on Tong's forehead, speaking softly. "You should've left. Why didn't you?"
The dawn broke slowly, sunlight filtering into the room, casting golden light over Tong's face. He blinked his eyes open, finding himself back behind the wheel of his car, disoriented. His mind scrambled to piece together the events of the night.
"Hey..." Tong muttered, rubbing his eyes before grabbing the rearview mirror. He tilted it toward his lips, inspecting them. The wounds were gone, healed as if nothing had ever happened, but the dull ache remained. He ran his fingers over his lips, wincing slightly. "Was it just a dream? But... it felt so real."
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MY GOLDEN BLOOD - JossGawin FanFiction
ФанфикI wrote this story as a bit of a vent for when I was feeling a bit down about My Golden Blood. I thought there might not be another novel I could read. Moreover, even if there is, it will be very disappointing because it must be written in Thai, so...
