Crystal Asylum

The day came slowly as usual, never too quickly. Vora had lay there half awake in the middle of the overly cushioned bed, drenched in sweat. The scent of that acrid fluid mixing with another. He didn’t feel like moving, yet instead he only lay there limply staring up at the ceiling. When had the last time been…that someone had kissed his hand? Was it just that long that afterwards he had to be plagued by dreams of the person who had done it.

Exhausted as he gazes over at the clock that blinked 10:00AM in its usual fashion. He groans throwing his arm over his face resting it there. The vision of Dark…watching him….that dark hair…..the way it shifted ever so slightly over his shoulders… The way his eyes looked…that deep blue…dark as midnight…the way you could just fall into them if you kept the gaze for too long…That pale skin with that mahogany hue. His lips…such soft lips…he could feel the back of his hand tingling faintly at the thought of it…His fingers twitch slightly before he brings the back of his hand to his own lips pressing it there…then slowly bringing his tongue across the spot as if to dispel the feel of it, leaving a warm trail that cooled as the air caught it. After a moment he lowers his hand.

The feeling of it still lingered…He let out a faint sigh before sitting up and pushing the covers aside. His lithe naked form stretching languidlyore ore looking over at the sheets, his lip curling slightly in disgust as he saw the mess he had made. Having wet dreams over someone you’d only just met…tsk tsk…He tells himself as he gathers the sheets shoving them into the hamper and heading for the shower.

The mirror…he gazed into it looking at his sleep hungry eyes…his already pallid face seeming all the more pale. But only he would see such a thing…most people stared not because of how tired he was…but how strange he looked. Some women tugging their husbands away from him as they watched him. This never really bothered him however….he actually didn’t mind the attention. He takes the time to brush his teeth then picks up a razor blade. He never needed to shave…he barely had any hair on his body…and where he did there was only a faint dusting of it.…but then again it wasn’t that kind of blade. He looks down at the way the light reflects from it. Bringing the blade to his finger pricking it and setting the blade down as he walked over to the shower turning the water on while sucking idly at his fingertip finding the taste of his blood interesting. Habit. This one an oddly soothing one.

Starting the shower he steps in his eyes closing as he allows the water to fall over his form, letting it slowly bead down his form. His eyes closed he could remember the dream now perfectly…though still it seemed so very vague…The only part he really remembered…his hand resting at his cheek…..and his lips…such sweet lips…The way he held him…his lips against his neck. …

Under the pattering assault of the shower he barely felt the heat that rose to his skin. His head tilted back and his lips parting slightly. Those hands…such hands…he could almost feel them…trailing over his form…resting at his hips…slowly…..firmly…He shivers as a tinge of pleasure faint at first then stronger as it passes over him like a cloud over a field. He felt his heartbeat suddenly quicken as he leans back and feels something against his back. A sharp gasp accompanied by a yelp of surprise as he turns slightly catching viewa sha shadow.


“Don’t scream…I wont hurt you..” A low voice brushes lightly past his ear. The sound of that voice…the thought of a dark snake slithering over a white marbloor.oor. That voice, felt familiar…how he loved that voice…the way it felt to hear it… “D…Dark…?” In a breathless whisper. He couldn’t scream…he could just barely get these words to escape his throat. His eyes close as he feels Dark’s fingertips brush lightly against his neck and a soft sigh escapes him, not that he could help it. “How…?”


“Did I get in here? I walked with the shadows.” Dark says in that near purring tone that he seemed partial to…like a cat playing with its prey. A look of confusion crosses Vora’s face as he tries to turn and face him only to be jerked back and forced to look toward the showerhead. “Let me go…” He was whining…he hated himself for that…he wanted to sound stronger…more forceful. “I won’t hurt you.” Dark repeated in that same soft tone that just made one want to melt into his arms. Vora could feel him standing there, could hear the water falling past him… He felt the body heat rising off of him against his back. This close he could tell that the other was shirtless…it only cause him to shiver more under the lukewarm heat of the shower. A surge of fear coursing through him causing him to tense, yet at the same time he wanted nothing more than to be close to him. To let him do what he wanted to do…to let him break him, hurt him…claim him…but all he could do was stand there with wide eyes, and stare into the source of the falling water. Then he felt his lips against his neck….very subtle…the faint feel…He froze.


Something brushed against his neck…something sharp…small points before they pressed into his neck. He tried to scream in protest but it was suddenly cut off and muffled against a hand. He couldn’t move the sharp pain slowly melting into pleasure as the room faded behind his heavy lids. Slowly weaker as he feel back against the stronger male. His knees refusing to hold their weight…a shiver rushing through him. The room spinning quicker and quicker as he falls into a dark eternity. Small sparks of an odd pleasure cutting into the darkness before it all fades into shadows and he loses consciousness.