The skin quivered, tightened to the point of snapping, and the low sound of frantic breathing ruffled against his ear. The muscle quivered, delicious as teeth sunk into the milk complexion, screaming of anticipation and pure need in a position of something that could only come with what befell that sacred place between two thin sheets of material. Splayed fingers slammed into a mess of violet, running through it even as amethyst eyes peered from beneath the feminine lashes that lined the pale lids.

"Ah, ah, and just what to you think you're doing?" the violet aggressor purred, the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "It's polite to ask first."

His back arched as he moved, slanting upwards as shifted along the body until he covered it with his own, legs winding around another set down near the end of the bed. Cool mercury light shifted in through the open gossamer curtains, blanketing the couple with motherly fingers that stroked the expressions of their features. Violet hair shifted forward, brushing against both his cheeks as he sighed in a mild form of contentment.

On the floor some several feet away, covered in the blessed light of the moon, lay several sketches, torn from their home inside the book and tossed about in anger. One was ripped directly in half, the face of an attractive boy cut in two and spread about.

A sharp drive of narrowed hips drove new sounds from the other, such an addictive sound that would wrap around him and cloud all his senses like some unexplainable drug. God, it felt good like this, good to go back to this shade of himself, that sadistic portion of himself that had softened during the last several months. The part of him that needed to be in charge again was slowly gaining power, that smug and cocky part that would let himself forget everything he had said, had done, had sworn.

New flesh was so sweet, so tasty. There was no larger high, no larger ecstasy than the feel of a new lover.

God, this one was so tight! If he didn't know any better, he might have sworn he bagged another virgin. What a lovely idea that would be!

The quiet sounds of limbs moving against the bed clothes filled the room, including the low moans of primal instinct as it took the reins. This was his time, his moment, and nothing could ruin it. Nothing would change it. He refused to let go of this one calloused aspect of himself!

Guilt, conscience, all of it was banished to some subconscious realm that received no acknowledgment. Moaning into the brown hair of the newest member of his little bundle of numbers, marble teeth flashed in that silver nightlight before he began to nibble on that soft flesh beneath him.

Some part of, that dark portion that was slick as unrefined oil and just as black, actually wished that he could see, could watch him as he pushed into the unfamiliar form that rose to meet him. He ached to prove himself, to slap his face with the knowledge that he was not the person he thought he was, that he was just as cruel and calculating as when they first met, that time nor his amber eyes could wear away the walls and practices of one who tried so hard to destroy everything he ever knew.

But it all didn't matter; nothing could stop him now.

The End