It's Okay to be Different

5

I stir awake with a small groan at the tension at my lower region.

"Well that's my cue to leave! See you later Mitch. I'll let you know if I see anything else." A very deep voice speaks but by the time I open my eyes, whoever the owner of that voice is, is gone.

I see Mitch standing in the doorway with a small smirk. "How are you feeling?" He says as he walks over to the bed. I don't answer with words. I grab him by the back of his neck and pull him down until our noses almost touch. "So that's how you wanna play?" He says seductively.

"Mhmmm." I hum and smash my lips against his.

Everything that he and I are doing feels so good physically. But mentally, I feel like a disgusting, sex-crazed monster. And I feel like I'm being too rough with him in my sex-crazed daze. He doesn't seem to care but I try to calm myself.

After the fourth time I let loose, I flip us over and lay him gently on the bed, lining myself up again.

"Scott, why are you being so gentle?" He asks as I push in slowly. I don't speak, I just slowly rock my hips. "Scott." He grabs my face and pulls it down. I'm forced to look at him. "Are you worried about hurting me?"

I nod my head and lean down to gently kiss him. He places a finger on my lips. He leans up to my ear and whispers in a voice that no horny man should hear. "I'm dead, Scott. I can't feel pain. I want you to flip me over and fuck my brains out. Doggystyle. Choke me. Tie me up. Do whatever you want. I want you to make me scream your name. I want to cum harder than I ever have in my entire life. Right now. With you."

My breathing quickens as I do exactly what he says. I flip him over and pound into him as hard and fast as I can, holding his hips tightly for leverage. After he screams out, I grab him by his throat and pull him up to where his back is against my chest. He wraps his arms around my neck and let's out a long moan. I love hearing the dips in his high-pitched voice each time I thrust into him. One of my arms is wrapped around his stomach and the other is latched onto his throat. His moans keep getting louder and higher-pitched with each second.

I change my angle a little bit, leaning over him slightly and then he screams. "Oh FUCK! SCOTT!" He screamed my name. He whips his head around to look at me. And two things send me over the edge. His face of pure bliss and pleasure. And his bright red eyes, filled with hunger and lust.

We both finish at the same time. He screams so loud that the whole neighborhood will be complaining. I cum inside of him and pull out, leaving him dripping.

He gets ready to get up and I grab his wrist. "Cuddle with me? Please?" I open my arms. He giggles and his eyes slowly turn back to brown.

"Let me clean us up first." He grabs a tissue and wipes us both off. Then he jumps into my arms with his back facing me and we spoon as I fall asleep. I kiss the back of his neck sweetly before drifting off.

I'm back in school, sitting in my fifth period, Pre-Calculus. I can't stay focused on the teacher. My throat is so itchy. And it's dry.

A kid in the front row stretches and rolls his neck to the side, completely exposing the skin under jaw. I clench my teeth to keep from pouncing instantly.

The teacher reaches to write something at the top of the board and her entire neck is visible.

A girl in the same row as me is wearing a low v-neck. All I can think about is sinking my teeth into her collarbone.

Troye is in this class too. He lets his read roll forward for a moment and then to the side and I go crazy. The veins in his neck protruding drives me over the edge of sanity.

I stand up and storm out of the class. "Scott Hoying get back in this class!" The teacher yells at me. I just keep walking.

Then suddenly Troye is behind me, trying to catch up to me. "Scott, what the hell?" He asks and puts a hand on my shoulder. I whip around to glare at him and he screams, falling back on his ass. "Scott! Your eyes!"

"Don't touch me, Troye." He stares at me with pure horror on his expression. "I don't want to hurt you. That's why I left."

"Scott why are your eyes red?" He whispers.

I smirk. "Would you like to find out?"

He shakes his head no but I can't help myself. His tensed expression has made the veins in his neck even more prominent. I dive on top of him and push his head to the side, exposing the skin of his neck to me. I sink my teeth directly into one of his veins and he screams in agony.

The teacher comes running out of the classroom. When she sees me, she screams too and within a split second, I have her pinned against a locker, drinking from her.

Then I see collarbone girl through the window on the door. Before she even realizes it, she's on the floor in the middle of the classroom getting the life sucked out of her.

Every person in the class starts crying and screaming, trying to escape. I get at least 5 more of my classmates before I hear someone call my name. A familiar voice. A voice I love.

"Scott?" Mitch is standing in the doorway of my classroom with a large smile. "Good job, baby. Clean kills." He pulls me down and kisses my lips sweetly. He licks the blood off of my teeth and lets his tongue explore my mouth.

We pull apart with a string of saliva between us. "Let's go home." He says and intertwines our fingers.

If only that could be real. Not killing my best friend of course, but Mitch and I. I know right now, our relationship's foundation is literally just sex but I feel connected to him. Maybe it's because he saved me. Maybe it's because he's just so damn gorgeous.

I awake with no tension in my region. Mitch isn't in my arms anymore.

I feel... different. More powerful? My eyesight is definetely better. I hear quiet humming. A Taylor Swift song? I can't tell where it's coming from but I can tell it's Mitch. Where is he? I hear the sound of a page turning in a book and I sit up. I hear a small giggle. Mitch's giggle.

"Mitch?" I call out.

"I'm down here." He murmurs but I hear him perfectly fine. He giggles again.

"Mitch." I whisper as I search for him.

"Come downstairs." He says.

I take stairs two at a time and once I get to the bottom step I see him. He's sitting on a couch with a large book in his hands. He's not looking at me but he's smiling slightly.

"How do you feel?" He whispers and closes the book without looking at me still.

"I feel... stronger. And my throat is kind of dry." I scratch at my itchy throat. "Do you have water?"

He chuckles. "Water won't satisfy that thirst." Within the blink of an eye, he's right in front of me, holding both of my hands. "You need blood."