Poor little idiots

Police

A/N I warned you all last chapter but here's another warning.
WARNING YAOI CHAPTER
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He looked so innocent, sleeping by my side as though we weren't mortal enemies. His dark hair falls over his empty eye sockets, his lips quirked up in a faint smile. I feel a strange urge to kiss him, and the longer I watch him sleep the more I want to.
This is not right, we are both boys for Gods sake, why the hell do I want to kiss him?
He shifts in his sleep, his expression shifting and his empty eye sockets dripping with blood again. I watch in silence for a few minutes, as he starts to whimper and cry out in his dream.
Fear, coldly burning, sparks in my chest. His emotions again, not mine, and it seems to be much stronger with him this close to me. I rest a hand on his head, running my fingers gently through his hair. It's surprisingly soft, considering he probably hasn't showered for several weeks.
The urge to kiss him is over whelming now. I can't tell whether he's awake and it's his emotion or if it's my own. I slowly lean down, gently brushing my lips against his. It's like I've been electrocuted, the sudden surge of emotions coming from him.
He's so scared, whatever it is in his dream is making him frightened beyond anything I've ever felt.  All of a sudden, the emotions cut off. His hands tangle in my hair and he lunges up towards me; pressing his body against mine.
A new emotion filters through in powerful waves, his lustful intentions making me blush and falter. He takes advantage of my sudden shock, using his inhuman strength to pull me down and pin me to the bed.
I stare at him, blushing a brighter red than I thought possible for me. He leans down to me, lightly brushing his lips against mine before he starts attacking my neck. He sucks and kisses roughly along my neck, no doubt leaving bruises.
Quiet moans escape my mouth as he keeps attacking my neck. He bites down, and I scream a little because his sharp teeth draw blood. He licks away the blood, smirking to himself, and kisses me again.
When he draws back, there's blood on his lips and he's smiling at me. I squirm under him, unused to the frighteningly powerful pleasure of his body pressed to mine.
He sees or senses my discomfort, how confused I am by the emotions coursing through the two of us, and gets off me.
"I won't do anything to you until you know a bit more about me. After all, you've just met me today."