Never Let Me Go

FUTURE

CHAPTER FIVE 

My lover was passed out when I walked back into the room a couple hours later. He looked paler than he ever was before. So I cleaned his cut from when I smashed it into the window and set up a bath for the two of us. He is waking up to a treat.

Niall must have fainted from seeing so much of my beautiful art I made of him. Maybe one day he will lay his naked figure on the bed and let me draw him, every curve of his hips and stomach, every freckle on his cheeks, every mole on his neck and face, every lump of bicep and muscle. His sculpted figure will look even better than in my dreams and visions. I want him to jump into my arms and we can make love after me painting his form, on my bed we can share our love for each other and it can last forever if we wanted it to. Because no one will be us.... no one.

I will surely tell you the details of our bath together,

Timothy ___________,

Timothy walked back into the bathroom after re-reading his prized journal, he shut off the water and looked down at the clear water filled fully in the white tub. He smiled to himself, imagining kissing and penetrating the boy of his dreams in this bathtub, making a huge mess on the tile floors and not even worrying about them getting clean anymore. He felt himself spring to life in his pants.
He walked out of the bathroom and towards his special room where his beloved slept. Opening the door and still seeing him slumped in the chair he untied the beauty and carried him into the bathroom.
Timothy laid Niall down on the cold, tile floor and started to undress him.

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I took off my sweater that I gave to him to keep warm that was rather big on him, but that just made him look more vulnerable.
I whipped off his boxers next and flung them in the corner with my sweater.
I stiffened in my pants looking his pale, naked body for the first time in years.
I suddenly felt like a animal let off its leash as I start to fumble quickly with my belt, then throwing it aside and taking off my jeans, throwing off my shirt and wiggling fully out of my jeans I suddenly start to touch and kiss every single part of his body, my hands and fingers moving lightning fast around every curve in his pale figure, leaving mark upon mark of skin on him. I went lower and lower until I roughly turned him over onto his stomach, I looked down hungrily at his naked, pale bum and grabbed it tightly and roughly with my hands, squeezing and feeling it around... it felt amazing.
I leaned forward and pulled his cheeks apart, looking at the entrance to my wet dreams.
I licked my lips and started to line myself up when I stopped myself.
No, I want my lover to be awake when I do this to him, make him scream my name and moan in pleasure. Doing this will just be for my own pleasure, and he'll miss all the fun.
So I quickly pull away and turn him back over, frowning at his none-erect lower region. I guess he's too passed out to notice. Good thing I stopped.

I pick him up and carry him over to the tub, settling myself in and then letting him lean against my chest. I can feel the stickiness of his bloody hair where his cut is.
I just lay there, smiling down at the impossible beauty in front of me. How I got myself into this love, I don't know, but I'm so happy I did or else everyone would be around my lover and I would never be able to kiss or make love to him ever again.

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He wakes up a few minutes later, he looks around and breaths heavily until he looks behind him and sees me. He starts to scream and struggle but I already tighten my grip on him. He's teasing me, I know it, his bum is brushing against my erection.
I moan and force him back so his back is flush against my chest again, "Stop teasing my love." I hiss seductively in his ear and he starts to scream.
I start to get made.
He starts to struggle again and this time I let him go. He struggles up to his feet and steps quickly out of the tub stumbling towards the bathroom door.
But I know better.
I locked it.
He fumbles with the doorknob, crying out and screaming for help.
I take my time until I grasp onto his neck and throw him down to the tile ground.
I look around frantically and notice the steal hanger that holds up the towels, it heavy and bolted not so professionally to the wall.
I rip it off easily.
I throw the towels to the floor and grip the metal bar in my hands, starring down at my lover as he crawls frantically to the door, clawing at it as he looks back at me with waterfalls of tears falling down his face.
I force him so his back is against the door, his legs kicking at me with all his force.
I take one hand off the bar and hold the knee that he had dislocated a few times.
He tries to kick with the leg him holding.
I quickly let go, his leg bended so his hurting knee is up.
I then hold the steal bar with both hands and bring it up above my head.

Then strike it down onto my lovers aching knee.

His screams fill the steamy air and the deafening "CRACK!" of his lower leg bone.