"I still don't understand," whispered the man with long black hair tied neatly back, taking a sip form his wine. The other occupant in the room snorted but did not take his glass eye away from the fire.
"You never did," the other male said barely above a whisper. They were both quite, the only sound coming from the crackling fire and rain from outside. Together, they gave off an unpleasant, burnt, musty smell.
"Why must you act this way with me? I, my intentions were not that of harm-"
"Perhaps not, but it has still caused a great misfortune," the man broke in, taking his eye away briefly to look at the other.
"Three-and-twenty years I have scavenged in this Hell, and yet, I must stay," said the man with black hair, standing, pacing.
"Three-and-twenty," snorted the man by the fire.
"Yes! You would not understand this! You do not about the suffering-"
"Nay, but I do, beloved," the man by the fire stood shakily. Slowly, the man turned around to face the one with the black hair. The man with black hair tried to interrupt but the other silenced him. The man walked towards the other in a sickeningly, painfully slow pace.
"What is it that you want with me? I have given you my heart, my body and my soul, there is nothing else for I to give!" pleaded the man with black hair. The other stayed silent until he reached him. "Never did I ask you for those, it was you who offered, I accepted," the man with the glass eye caressed the others cheek. The man with black hair leaned into the touch.
"Yes, but there is nothing else for me to give you," the man with black hair took the others hand and kissed his palm.
"Did I ever ask?" the man with black hair shook his head. No, he was never asked, but he knew, he just knew.
"Why are we still here? Can we not leave?" whimpered the man with black hair. He did not wish to stay, not anymore. The other kissed his cheek gently.
"We may, if you so wish, but be warned, there are many things you have not seen. Three-and-twenty years indeed," the man whispered into the black haired mans ear. He shivered.
"I do not care about such things. All I wish is to be with you," the man with black hair clutched the other.
"I need you," the whisper was unheard, for the sound of thunder and lightning was far greater.
"Decide what you want, and then follow me," the man with the glass eye drew away abruptly.
"I wish to be with you and only you, no one else!" the man with black hair held back cursed tears which threatened to fall, but no. He would not show such weakness in front of him, his lover and master.
"Is that what you truly wish, my beloved?" The man with the glass eye reappeared behind the other man and wound his long snakelike arms around the others thin waist.
"Do you want to be with me forever, only me?" the man whispered in his ear again, one thin spiderlike hand travelled downwards.
"Y-yes, oh god yes," moaned the man with black hair as the other rubbed the hardening erection.
"Prove it," the man with the glass eye hissed venomously, throwing the other down by the neck. The man with black hair gave a strangled cry as he hit the hard, cold, already blood stained floor. The tears threatened to fall with their poisonous intent.
"Prove it to me. Prove to me that you would not betray me so simply," the man with the glass eye crouched down next to him and pulled the man up by his black hair. By now the pain was too much, the tears spilled effortlessly.
