High [Boy X Boy]

11 - I See Cities In Your Eyes

(Song Recommendation: The Neighbourhood - Daddy Issues [Slowed Down.])

(Pool Reference Image.)

"F-Fuck..." Vulture cursed quietly as Link tugged on his hair a little harder. The faint sound of Foster The People's, Pumped Up Kicks came from the brighter parts of the city and each tall and wide building screamed with music, light and joy.

I don't need your music.

Link bit his lip as Vulture pulled away from him to grab his left hip side with one hand and his right shoulder with the other. His tight grip was sure to leave bruises but it wasn't anything new that had occurred in the past twenty minutes. Vulture attacked the bare, virgin skin of the young teenager in front of him, his hip and shoulder grips loosening and turning into soothing massages. Link wrapped his arms around the taller male's neck as he felt his whiskey-tainted tongue run over each of his freckles and his imperfections. He flinched ever so slightly with the infliction of pain that enacted from the moment Vulture's fangs pierced his apprentice's neck.

I don't need your lights.

The white-haired boy stared at the city with the animal before him. It marked his neck and "claimed its territory." "... When will you do it with me...?" Vulture asked softly, pulling away from Link's neck for a few moments before returning to spreading his smoke-kissed tongue over his territorial markings and "pieces of artwork." "... Don't just ask me that... I'll tell you later...." Link snarled at him but his scowl broke into an anxious smile and a bottom lip dripping with a small amount of blood due to biting down on it a little too hard. "You better... I'm getting tired of waiting... F-Fuckin' liar..."

I don't need your joy.

"Patience is a virtue, Vulture... And what am I lying about now...?" Link attached a smile to his lips to cover the frown, pulling back to rest his arms on Vulture's shoulders. His own neck and shoulders were covered in black, purple and red marks from where the gang leader had violated his skin.

"I don't have time for patience... Nor do I have time for your cockiness... For every time you said you were seventeen, you lied to me..." Vulture barked and pushed himself forward to take hold of Link's chin again and press another long kiss to his lips. The taste of strawberries and the aroma of common fruits combined with the taste of vodka and whiskey and the aroma of cigarette smoke. It was disgusting and neither of them could stand it.

"Get over yourself, freak... It was just hard to admit..."

But fuck, they loved it.

"Yeah well, forget it... Aren't you cold?" Vulture asked quietly when he grabbed the chance to pull away again. "... Maybe if you let me stand in the pool and not dangle my legs in it, I'd be a lot warmer." Link rolled his eyes but within seconds of his words escaping his lips, Vulture had pulled him into the pool to push him up against the marble walls. He smirked and blew a smoky breath of whiskey and last week's caffeine drugs onto Link's tongue through the small gap between his parted lips. The two couldn't help but giggle amongst each other's presence when Link licked his lips and leant forward to taste the tongue of the male in front of him again.