Forbidden (GxG)

Hope

I was sitting in my art classroom, looking at the blank piece of cartridge paper. It had been a week since I last saw Lucy. The feel her kisses still clung to my body. The assignment was to create a drawing of something that happened to me in the last fourteen days. I couldn't make up my mind! It was so frustrating that I had to grab a small stack of cartridge papers.

The first thing that came into mind, was Lucy's naked torso, tattoos splashed across her chest and stomach. I got hot just thinking about it. The second thing was when we bumped into each other. She had her hair tied back in a tight bun. She looked innocent and responsible. It made me smile when thinking about that day.

The art teacher Mrs. Addison was walking around, checking up on other students and giving them tips. She got around to me and saw my blank paper.

"Are you having any trouble Ms . Doesae," Mrs. Addison asked.

"A little," I said sheepishly. She nodded at me indicating to explain. "Well, last Thursday when I was walking home from work, I bumped into a girl. She is beautiful," I explained.

She nodded.

"She gave me her phone number and told me to call her," I told her, recapping the most important events that happened, "We went our separate ways. Later that evening, I built up the courage to call her and ask her to coffee the next day. One thing lead to another, and we had-"

"Sex?" She said raising an eyebrow. I quickly nodded and looked down so she couldn't see that I was blushing.

"Draw what feels right to you," she told me as the bell rung.

"I will," I said, smiling confidently. I grabbed the small stack of cartridge papers, my charcoal pencils, and my bacpack. I hugged Mrs. Addison before I walked out of the classroom. 

I jogged through the hallways to get to my next class. I walked into the cooking classroom just before the bell rung.

"Nice save," said my friend Grace.

I nodded and chuckled nervously.

"You okay?" She looks at me concerned.

"A-okay," I said smiling. Ten minutes later a tall, buff man, wearing a tuxedo similar to Lucy's walked in the door. He walked over to the teachers desk and whispered to him.

He nodded, clearing his throat. "Ms. Doesae, you are excused from class. Mr. Scorpios will accompany you."

I nodded looking confused. I didn't know the man but he had Lucy's last name, so I grabbed my bag and walked towards the door. He was standing next to the doorway,  his black gloved hands behind his back.

"After you," he said, stepping to the side.

"Are you one of Lucy's siblings," I asked, looking over my shoulder. He nodded and pushed the doors that lead outside open.

"Follow me," he said quietly, and walked towards a Black 1929 Ford Model A.

"Whoa," I exclaimed, wide eyed. "This thing is vintage. It must have taken you a long time to restore.

He walked over to the passenger side, and opened the door. "I didn't restore it. I've had it for 88 years." He motioned for me to get in. I gladly got in. The smell of real leather seats hit me, along with the scent of Cologne and wintergreen.

The man got in on the driver's side, put the key in ignition and started the vehicle.

As I looked around the inside of his car, and saw a key card with the name, Scorpios  Wayde, printed above a picture of him, in a different tux.

"So your names Wayde Scorpios, right," I interrogated.

"Correct," he answers, not looking away from the road.

"And what sin do you personify?"

"Anger, wrath, and vengeance. I grow stronger when I go through excruciating pain, or when I'm angry or vengeful," he said evasively.

"Where are we going," I asked, looking at him.

"To my friend, Jasons, place. Lucy should be there." When I heard her name, I shivered.

He reached into a compartment in the seat and grabbed a tin of wintergreen Altoids and popped three of them into his mouth. He looked over at me and offered me some. I nodded and took three out of the tin and popped one into my mouth.

My mouth was filled with a cool, tingly, feeling. When I breathed out, a sparkling mist came out of my nose. I was so surprised that I almost choked on the cool mint. He chuckled softly and we continued down the road.

》》》

As Lucy's fangs sunk into my neck, I was filled with pleasure and agony. I felt her moan on my neck as she drank my blood. And with every swallow, my body got hotter. She was definitely getting stronger. Her grip on me tightened, and her skin got warmer.

"Oh god...," I whispered with pleasure coursing through my body. I moaned softly letting her drink more.