The Wolf's Red Apple

Chapter 7: Sweet-bliss Chocolate

The Red stood infront of the mirror looking at his birthmark that was drawn on his left hip. It had a funny form, similar to an apple. He sighed and placed on his night blouse and walked out of the bathroom. Farkas was already laying on his bed, he was sleeping over his stomach, half of his body covered by the maroon quilt. Everything in his room was either maroon or gray.

Piros stared at Farkas' naked back, there was some kind of tattoo, it looked like vines and roses. He got curious and a bit of a motive to touch it and see if it was real and not his mind playing games. Piros climbed over the bed, it was pretty tall, reached his hip. He kneeled down next to the Wolf's body and softly placed his hand on his back. His skin was soft and smooth. Piros caressed the area which had a rose and leaned over to lay a soft kiss over it, completely forgetting that was the back of a human.

In less than a second his body was turned and now he was laying under Farkas' body. The Wolf holding down the boy's wrist and his eyes had a cold glare. The Red was full of regret as he saw his eyes, his body started shaking. He wanted to say something but he was only able to stutter.

The moon then glowed over them through the ceiling's window made Piros' diamond shine. The shine reflected on Farkas' eyes and they soften. They showed a tired and sleepy Wolf.
"Eva..." He whispered as his body slowly layed itself over Piros' body. The Wolf's head rested on the Red's chest and his hands were holding his wrist no more. His fingers intertwined the boy's and like that he fell asleep.

Piros didn't move an inch. He was confused and in shock, but he knew that the Farkas that layed over him wasn't the one he knew. The Red also knew he had no chance at getting out of the situation he found himself in, so he decided to stay there in defeat, even if he didn't give a fight.

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"What the hell..." Farkas mutter as he raised his body that was still on top of Piros. After a few seconds of processing and thinking, the worst situation came to his mind.
He stood up from the bed in panic and checked his and the boy's body. To his relief, both if their clothes were on. If the worst didn't happen, then what did? He asked himself and sat down on Piros' bed and just stared at the boy who was still sleeping. It was impressive how calm he was after Farkas made a big deal over getting out of bed. His foot even got tangled and he face-slamed the floor!

The Wolf stared at the Red. He looked so calm as he turned and tucked the cover over his shoulders. Farkas approached the bed and kneeled down next to it. His arm made like a little nest for his head and he sat there, and just stared at Piros in silence. He took in the Red's every detail. His skin was dark, enough to hide any sign of blushing. He had short hair, yet his right side bang was longer than the rest. It looked so soft, he wondered if it smelled nice. Probably did. He looked young, really young, like a boy, but he was an adult. There were no signs of scars or bad skin moments. It looked silky and smooth. Edible as well, he looked just like a sweet-bliss chocolate. One bite and it will melt on your tongue.

Farkas licked his bottom lip at the thought. His fangs grew a bit. His eyes became sharp. The tip of his fingers caressed the Red's cheek. He wanted to pinch them...
"To bite them..." He whispered. His hand froze and so did his breath. What was he thinking, what did he just say?
He pulled back his hand quickly and by accident he scratched he boy's cheek with his long, sharp fingernails. Piros woke up at the light sting. His eyes metting Farkas' eyes.
He slowly raised himself, his hand over his cheek, checking for blood. At the sight of red on his fingertips, he panicked.

"D-did you..." He stuttered and showed Farkas his bloody finger. The Wolf stared at him in silence. He tried to approach the boy and take his hand but Piros stood up and stared at him in fear.
"Don't... Come close to me... Not yet..." His breath was shaking and in a hurry he made his way to the bathroom to check his cheek.

The Red stared at himself in the mirror. The cut wasn't as deep as he feared it would be, but it did cause blood to come from it. He sighed in relief and started to attend to it.

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Farkas was sitting on his bed waiting for Piros to come out of the bathroom. The way he looked at Farkas worried him. It was as if he was scared of him. Well, he did cut his cheek, but it was an accident.
His thoughts and words from earlier drift themselves back to his mind.
"But I did thought of something so... Disgusting..." He whispered to himself and agreed with Piros fear, he did have a reason to have it.
Farkas felt ashamed and disgusted at himself. He let his instinct and need get the best of him. He was glad Piros didn't heard those words. He would of regret being alive if he ever did heard them.

The Wolf stood up as the Red came from the bathroom. They both stared at eachother in silence. Piros walked towards Farkas and stood in front of him.
"You must have a reason as to this, right?" Piros asked him. He didn't know Farkas, but he knew him enough to know that he wouldn't hurt him physically.

"It was an accident. My nails are sharp and..." He stopped as to think of an excuse, he wasn't gonna say that he was caressing him.
"And there was a tiny bug in your cheek. When I tried to sweep it, I cut you, by accident." He scratched his neck and avoided eye contact. He didn't want his lie to be detected.

Piros nod at his answer.
"I see. Well, we will forget about this now. We both should change. Its morning and I'm gonna make breakfast, like I always do." He gave Farkas a reassuring smile which the Wolf didn't return. He was a bit shocked over how Piros took the situation. He thought the Red was gonna avoid him and act in fear, but it seems he wasn't as weak as Farkas thought he was.

With a worried look from Angela as soon as she saw the cut and her everyday lesson towards Farkas. Both of the males shared a smile and with that, they both forgot what happen...
Except Farkas. His thought over how the Red looked while he slept hunted him. He was afraid of what might happen if he was unable to hold control of himself in the future.

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Ohohoho.
Would you like for him to lose control?
Or not?
;^) .
-HNEA