For Him

Warnings: M/M stalker-y thing, general creepiness.

He is pretty. He watches the boy, and he knows this. So pretty. Pale, perfect skin, curly black hair falling gently down his neck. Piercing blue eyes. Pretty. And he wants him. Wants him, so bad it hurts. He tries to shake it off, but it doesn\'t work. In his head, he knows that it never will. He sinks lower in his seat on the park bench, still watching, and thinks about the first time he saw this earth angel.

It was a Thursday morning in December. He was walking off a night of sleeplessness, and his breath was coming out in great, white puffs. He breathed out, and when the air had cleared, there he stood in grey jeans and a tight black sweater. He stood still, didn\'t breathe, and just watched. The boy was kicking a soccer ball around lightly; there were very few people in the park this early in the morning. He had known right then that he had to have him. From that moment on, the boy was his. HIS. Nobody else would touch him, but neither would he. Not yet. For now, he would just watch.

And watch he does... He\'s surprised that the boy hasn\'t noticed him, or at least what he\'s done. Anybody who\'s tried to get close to the boy hasn\'t stayed close for very long, and he wonders what they\'ve told him about it; why they didn\'t want to see him anymore. He never told them exactly what to say, only that it had to be expressed that they were doing this of their own volition. He was protecting the boy. Those people would hurt him, betray him. He couldn\'t have that happen. He will never do any of those things; he will never be like other people.

Except that he wants him. And the burning ache in his chest isn\'t subsiding. Thinking about protecting him isn\'t working. He just wants. To carress that porcelain skin, to stroke that soft black hair, to kiss those sweet strawberry lips. Wants to hold him, touch him all over, be inside him. He wants to save him from everybody, but he can\'t save him from himself, and he knows it. Deep in his heart, he knows what he is. And he\'ll have him, one day soon, he\'ll break. He sinks farther down in his seat, hoping to fall into the earth, but he\'s still there. He won\'t be able to stop it. Not even for him.