Snow Falling

5: Heatwaves

Simon

When I woke up, Baz was gone. That was a good thing, because I didn't want him to bombard me with questions about last night.

I didn't even know why I did what I did, either, so how could I answer any of those truthfully, without him getting irritated?

I sighed and sat up in the bed, rubbing my hair down with the palm of my hand. A slight breeze came through from the open window, to the right of the room. Despite it being in a tower, it wasn't built circular, like most towers would have.

Does that make much sense?

No, but it's the logic of the realm.

I scoffed and got up. A faint coppery smell, like fresh blood, wafted in from the living room. I raised an eyebrow. I was fully dressed, so I decided to just go check it out.

I saw Baz, his back turned towards me, on the floor in front of the couch, which was gruesomely stained white in some places, and licking his fingers clean.

I was confused, until the smell of blood hit me further. It was stronger, now that I was closer to the source.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust, no doubt knowing what had caused the smell.

"Could you do an autopsy on that rabbit somewhere... else?" I muttered. He started, obviously having not been paying attention to his surroundings, like he should have.

When he turned around, I saw lines of blood on his lips and at corners of his mouth. His eyes widened, and he just crouched there, like a deer in headlights.

I felt sick to my stomach, but also, something more...

Something almost primal, being aroused by the sight of Baz like this.

I shook my head fiercely, coming to my senses for a moment, and ran out of the room before I vomited.

-

Baz

I stretched out my hand, as though to reach for him. But it was too late. He was gone.

I bit my lip and went back to feeding on the lifeless rabbit that he had mistaken for me performing an autopsy on. If that had really been true, he wouldn't have been grossed out by me.

But I sensed there was something further down there, something that he would've never admitted to me.

I would make it my duty to find out what, and to reel it out of him again like a fishing hook captures a salmon.

I would set the trap, and when caught, I'll reap the sweet, sweet rewards.

I'd earned it.

-

Simon

My breath came out in heavy shocks. I was back in the bedroom, far from Basilton, but I could still faintly smell the blood. I gagged softly, and rushed over to the window, pushing my head out into the early morning air. Despite the frigid cold, my face was burning, not freezing.

I sighed several times, but it sounded like a nervous titter under my breath. I placed my hands on the windowsill and ducked my head, heart pounding.

What was wrong with Baz? Did he have a kink for blood or something...?

There were so many things I wanted to ask, but not enough time and definitely not enough motivation to ask.

I bit my bottom lip and turned my head sideways slightly. I stayed perfectly still, even though I saw a ravenette in my view.

"Snow..." He said quietly. It was Baz. I didn't answer. "It... wasn't what it looked like."

"Oh, it didn't?" I replied softly, turning to face the window again. "'Cause it looked like you were sucking that rabbit's blood."

Pause. Then grumble.

"You didn't see anything." He muttered. I heard footsteps, ever approaching my back. I closed my eyes, then they stopped. I could feel a chilled breath on the nape of my neck. He forcefully grabbed me by my hair, then turned me around to face him. His eyes had a red tinge to them, and he seemed angry.

I swallowed hard.

"I'll make it so you won't remember anything." He said. Then he aggressively kissed me and I gasped. My mind went blank, and I felt the pressure building in my pants. His hand went to grasp my hip bone, tightly.

Baz

What am I doing, God, what am I doing? A tiny voice in the back of my head screamed.

I had Simon where I wanted him.

And I was kissing him.

When I pulled away, his breath hitched and he swallowed again. "So?" The word was wrenched out of my throat, harsher than I had expected.

"I..." Simon said, dumbfounded.

"I guess I need to try harder." I muttered. I kissed him again, my hand that had been gripping his hair now moving to his ass, groping it gently. If I lost control, I might accidentally break all the bones in his body.

But neither of us was ready for a round two, and besides, I'd change roles real quick. Simon could make me do anything and I'd love it.

My tongue slipped into his mouth, and I felt him moan. I grasped his hip tighter and he winced. I pulled away, leaving a saliva trail between our mouths.

"Er. Did I hurt you?" I asked softly, the red receding from my eyesight. Looking at Simon through that crimson haze was like I was lusting for blood. But I was only lusting for him.

"I-It's alright." He stuttered, dazed. I didn't want to smirk, but I did.

"Do you remember it?" I asked, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look me in the eye. I was slightly taller, somehow. I never noticed until now.

"R-remember what?" He stammered out. I chuckled softly.

"Good. You can't." I said, smiling my crooked smile. "That's all I wanted."

Simon

He left shortly after. I was hard, and he did nothing to relieve it for me. My body ached, especially my hip. It felt like it had been hit hard with a soft hammer; it might've been bruised because of him.

But I couldn't think of anything but his lips on mine. That had been a wild experience, and it brought back dazed memories of what we had did last night.

I sighed, went to the edge of the bed, slipping my hand into my pants, then into my boxers.

For the maximum effort, I jerked off to the thought of Baz riding me.