How to Overflow with Dusk and Stardust

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It started off with speed dating. An adventure a co-worker pushed him into. At first it felt like being pushed down a mountain, without a scrap of protective gear, but once he set foot into a kaleidescope of possibilities, everything changed. The descent into madness suddenly became a life-giving burst of fresh air. Something that crashed into him so violently, it felt like a battering ram being slammed into him.

Taking center stage was disorienting. Frightening and thrilling, like taking your first steps into a world like no other. It took everything within him to keep from turning back, but being immersed in a sea of welcoming, handsome faces quickly put him at ease. How could he disappoint one of the only friends he had, anyway?

Face after face fluttered by, each one oh so warm and inviting. Questions were asked and answered by charismatic princes, all of them drawn to the anxious butterfly for some strange reason. Tremors ran through him with every contestant, every push of the bell telling the contestants to move on, but when an ethereal brown eyes sat in front of him, everything stopped. Time, space, memory-all of it vanished and left nothing. Nothing but the warmth in precious brown eyes.

"Well well well. Aren't you an adorable little rabbit. What's your name?"

"A-A-Aster. Um, h-h-hello. Wh-what's your n-n-name?"

"Vega. Pleasure to meet you, little flower."

From the moment their conversation began, everything else ebbed into nothingness. The surrounding voices, faces and colors became a deafening blur. The flower in his seat trembled, barely daring to breathe, finally reaching, seeing the light beyond old wounds and tears. So many tears.

There was a connection. A spark born to outlast time. A flame powerful enough to ignite what had been killed, a hundred times over. Speed dating only allowed a few seconds of conversation, but with Vega, time was of no importance. Time did not exist. All that remained was the deepest, softest brown eyes and longing. "Have any kinks, little flower?" he asked, leaning forward, eyes burning with excitement. "I know the cute and cuddly ones always do."

That was the key. The key to unlock the hidden, scarred part of his soul. Aster shivered as brown eyes undressed him, leaving not an inch of his body untouched. An ache to have their bodies meet and rise became powerful enough to rival thunder, that very storm brewing inside a lonely heart.

What he had to say felt sick, wrong, but the longing was there. It was there and it was powerful, far more powerful than the need to breathe. Aster felt even dirtier as his thighs moistened, images of a naked prince purifying his mind, but it had to be said.

"I...I want...um...I w-w-want y-y-you to feed me."

"Feed you?"

"Y-y-yup. A lot. Even when it hurts. I...I want you and only you to...um...feed me."

Brown eyes smiled, filled with moonlight so gentle, it caused tears to pierce Aster's eyes.

"Aren't you a naughty little flower? I want you too."