He was dying, slowly, painfully and the temptation from the outside world was drawing him deeper into oblivion. The heart beats in the rooms around him became louder. Or maybe he was simply more aware of them being there.
His mouth watered, teeth so enlarged they pierced his lip and he sucked on it drawing out the blood.
And there it was again, the illusion because it couldn't be anything else. Chet had left him. Abandoned him with no hope of survival except to kill. And he refused to do that, couldn't become one of those abominations. So this had to be a illusion, a fantasy created by his cursed mind. He wouldn't believe he could have created this on his own.
Those hands, so soft and yet so powerful, running over his chest. The heat coursing through his body as that frame fit behind him. Strong arms pulling him back into that large chest.
"You amuse me Christopher."
A hard bulge against his backside, Black leather shoe pushing his legs apart. A head rested upon his own, taking in his scent.
"Never did like the smell of your breed."
Another deep inhale.
"But, the things you do to me…"
Fine fingers dancing in his hair as the man roughly nuzzles him.
"The way you Drive me Christopher."
A hand slipping below the boys waist line. The copper taste of blood rolls over his tongue. Satisfying but not quenching the Thirst. A moan, but from who Chris can't tell. And as the slim hand runs down his hips Chris is lost in the pleasure of the obvious fantasy.
It can't be real because Chet abandoned him. Lied, then left him without a care. A celestial being who is not, A freelancer for the forces of Darkness, A man he can't seem to truly hate.