Drake

The power rushed through him, spilling from his pores and bursting through his fingertips in a cloud of black that seemed more like ink in water than smoke in air. It coalesced on the screaming form before him and his vision suddenly blurred, legs giving out as wild joy from the beast he normally contained returned to his senses through the tendril of dark that connected them. His knees hit the ground as the screams warped as if heard through water and he kept his eyes glued to the ground between his hands, shaking as sensation poured through him. Every muscle tightened as he fought to keep from looking up; eventually losing as he always did and letting his eyes rise.

What had been a person was now a writhing mass of black, a glimpse of skin red with flowing blood showing every now and again between the living darkness. A silver-blue eye glared back at him and a smile formed in the darkness for an instant, delighting in the pain and fear it was causing and letting that sick glee rush back to its host. Then the fangy grin warped back into its pleasure, twisting into the body and shooting from beneath skin in spiny waves until nothing was left but a grotesque pulp on the ground.

Then it swam its way through the air toward him and his eyes widened just before the beast plunged into them. Visions rippled through his mind, blood dripping across his skin and through it, bones breaking and skin rupturing from the inside out - a twisted ecstasy trailing through his every sense as the darkness spread under his skin, forming misshapen spirals and patterns that moved and burned like boiling oil but caressed like the dampness of a lover's tongue on his skin.

He didn't realize he'd been running until he slammed the door to his apartment shut, leaning back against it as if he could lock the disgusting joy out. It never got any easier, though every time it began he thought for sure that he'd jaded himself to it enough.

What was worse was that he was hard, pants painfully tight around a need begging for attention. He shuddered as he undid them and felt the cool air touch hot skin, fingers following a moment later. He was never so hard as after he let that thing out to play. A hiss in his ear and he felt the burning caress trailing beneath his skin again, twisting down to join the tightness in his belly as his hand began to move. He tilted his head back against the door and shut his eyes tight as if he could deny what the demon did to his body even as the sound of skin sliding over skin filled the dead silence around him.

A small part of him had the urge to look down, but he'd learned better after the first time. He could feel the black beneath his skin moving wildly, twisting and shaking and writhing in ways no god-created creature could, leaving burning trails of feeling behind that froze his blood the moment they were gone. Tingles like a sleeping limb coming to life and that sick sense of blood dripping across his skin, caressing him, a lover's touch that melts to black and blood and smoke and dark--

Heat spills across his fingers and he feels something like a satistfied smirk from the receding black worming its way into the burning glow of ecstasy, the creature moving more sluggishly now as it settles into a stiller pattern on his skin. His mouth is hanging open as he pants for air, light smoke mingling with his breath though he hasn't had a cigarette in hours. He looks down at his hand as his heart slows, trying to fix the white in his mind and pretend that he doesn't long for it to be red instead.