Blood of the Lightbringers

Part 2

4 weeks later

Laving his thick, velvet tongue through the beads of blood that ran down Andy's fluttering navel, feeling the wild pulse of the boy's heart as it beat through the still warm skin, Sir wanted more, addicted to the taste, the feel. Swirling his tongue in the boy's belly button, cleaning away the dribbles of sweet, red elixir of life, while the boy groaned thickly in the back of his throat. Claws slide in deeper, digging into the sides of his victim to hold him in place with the added bonus of sending a fresh wash of blood to spill down the slope of the brunette's navel for his awaiting tongue. 

It was his turn to groan in pleasure while the body shook with the pain that his claws had undoubtedly caused the sweet, little slip of a boy. Andrew's answering moan as he sunk his claws in a little further, feeling them strike bone, brought a rush to his lower regions, Sir wanted more of those honey coated noises that poured from Andrew's battered lips. Digging his claws even deeper, the boy's cry grew louder, more pained, his body thrashed against the bindings that held him prisoner on the inverted cross that he had hung the boy from for the strict purpose that Andrew's blood would run from his thighs and roll into the cute little dip of his belly, pooling there in his navel so he could sip from it like a goblet of the finest wines. 

The precious heir of Lord Lightbringer wept for him, pleaded and begged and it was never enough. Enjoying the warm flow and the boy's anguished cries as his fish hook like nails pulled through the thigh tissues, sending another wave of warmth to gush over the pale skin, painting the paling flesh a most fascinating shade of red. 

"AAhhh--hhhhNnnnrrr," Groaning heatedly as he pulled back from the meal he had been gorging himself on, trailing his tongue upwards to clean away as much as he could before licking at his slicked lips. "Mmmrr... You are... so very addictive, your grace," Lowering himself towards the floor, settling near Andy's face and canting his head to the side to view the other at the corrected angel, "You look a little flushed..." 

Andy's lips quivered, his voice came in a breathy, pained whimper, "hhhnn... P-p-pleassss-s-s-shhhannn... Please... I-I-- ju-st-- just wanna go home.... Please... I am sorry... Whatever I did... I am so sorry..." The younger male's violet eyes filled with tears as he pleaded once more with the one tormenting him. 

Sirocco found himself smiling and then not smiling at all. Reaching out, he gripped the long hair, holding it tightly as he dragged the boy's head closer to his own face, "Go home? I wanted to go home. No one allowed me to go home." Growling and baring his teeth at the boy's paling face, "You are mine!" Jumping to his feet, Sirocco ignored the hoarse cry of pained denial that followed him out of the room. 

Brushing a hand against his mouth, Sir leaned against the doorframe, he could still taste Andrew there, the man had become apart of him with out even trying to do so and it bugged the ever living shit out of him. Hate filled his heart as he looked back at the bound bit of baggage, lips pulling back in a feral snarl as he started at the youthful creature, they had done that to him, strung him up, bleed him, burned him, tortured his body until he was a wreck of his former self, broke his mind until there was nothing left but shards of himself so why did he care what that brat wanted?

Because he had said he was sorry for what he had done, but it was not what Andrew had done to him, it was what everyone else had done to him. The boy was really sorry for the mistakes of his people? Or his own mistakes? Trying to shake those questions free of his head, Sirocco moved away from the door, leaving it open in case he was called. Sometimes Andrew called out, asked not to be left alone, sometimes he pleaded for him to come back... Sir wanted to be asked. Wanted to have Andrew ask for him to take him back into his warm embrace and finish him off. 

To take his life.

Yes.

That was what he wanted, Sirocco purred to himself, he wanted Andrew to ask him to end it all.