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[Image] bloody kisses for your pain...

I looked down into the mutilated body of my victim. I love the rusty color of the dried blood covering the white tub and tiles. Lifting the soaking bloody knife, I watch some drops fall into the crimson dirtied water. Slowly I raised the knife to my lips and licked some of the bitter drops, savoring the metallic taste of blood and steel.

I lowered my fingers to dip them into the bloody mess, moving them in circles watching the blood swirl slowly, before I raised them to paint my lips with the red liquid. Looking down, into the innocent face, so sweet and serene in death, I can't help but admire his beauty. "You never suspected your crush would betray you, did you? But he belongs to me and I won't let anyone take him away."

I stared for a while before I got tired of this game, so I stood up. "It's a shame really, you had so much potential and would have succeeded in the music business, if you had just kept from shaking your tail in front of him, trying to seduce him him away."

Walking over to the mirror, I admired the dark red color on my mouth. A chilly smile sullied my full lips, "Foolish boy, all your vapid looks and fawning only earned you your death. "

I cocked my head to one side smug in the my knowledge of my sweet lover, "You might have succeeded because he likes pretty things." I stopped to watch some droplets of blood run down my hand before I licked them. Smacking my lips from the pleasing tang, "but you didn't realize he already has me in his life. "

I smiled at the lovely boy, deep in his eternal sleep. Waving my fingers in good-bye I walked out in search of my precious.

Standing in my lover's lavender bedroom, I couldn't help but grin at his choice in decor. There were candles of different shade purple strewn around the room.

On the bed sat my brunette lover waiting for me. His blue highlights barely shone from the light of the candles. He looked like a sacrifice waiting to be defiled by my cruel hands. Wearing only a veiled top that ended only mid thigh, his long legs were bare. I had an intense urge to lick the pale skin, sink my teeth into it hard.

With shy smile playing on his lovely lips, my precious asked, "Did you enjoy my little gift?"

Laughing, I sat on the bed with my back to him. I know it might seem like I'm ignoring him, but I know too well that he will come to me.

Sure enough, I feel the mattress sink behind me as he moves. His long arms wrap around me and he whispers in my ear. "Did he taste as sweet as he looked?"

Looking into his almond shape eyes slit half closed in pleasure, I answered. "He was a tasty little morsel, but he only wetted my appetite for you."

My lover giggled, his tinkling laugh resonating in the quiet room, and clapped his hands happily when he discovered his present had been appreciated, even more when he knew it made me want to fuck him.

Once again I laughed, my precious was such a child as times, giddy and enthusiastic. I lifted my arm to wrap around his neck and forced his face down. I kissed him brutally, forcefully, just the way he likes. Tainting his lips with blood. I found myself smiling into the kiss when I felt his tongue lick it. "Well, what do you think?"

My precious smiled, "Yes, he definitely tasted sweet. I knew the minute I saw Miyabi he would be. That is why I got him for you."

Yes, my sweet Toshiya did know me very well. After all wasn't I his soul mate? He is the only who ever understood this need in me to destroy.

Unwittingly and quite by accident, he had witnessed my hunger. Fear coursed through me when I thought what he had seen in that alley would disgust him, but he surprised me. He is not the sweet looking happy bimbo others make him out to be.

Underneath the pretty face, lurks a masochistic evil that is a twin to my sadistic inclinations. I love pain and he loves pain. I love to inflict it and he loves to receive it.

I can still see the smile on those lovely lips of his as he walked further into the alley, closer to me. I watched over the carved body of my prey, as his lithe form sat on top of a wooden crate. From his perch, he watched me.

I wondered why he didn't run screaming like any normal individual would have done. But no, my sweet Toshiya smiled warmly and asked if he could watch. So sincere in his request, with a feral smile I nodded.

Picking up my knife I turned it so it glint from nearby lights. Eyes shining feverishly, my precious licked his lips in anticipation.

I continued what I had begun in that alley and by morning's light I sated my hunger on sweet Toshiya's skin. So giving, so responsive to the pain of my loving.

I had decided to kill him when he first came upon me in the alley, but after that night, I changed my mind. Where would I find someone who could love me, understand me, as he does? Besides, no one would enjoy my little achievements as much as he.

Sometimes we pick my victims together, other times he brings them to me like Miyabi.

Pretty, pretty Miyabi killed by his own desire. He learned too late.

I turned and slowly raised my fingers to Toshiya's left hip, where I know he wears my mark. Only he and I know of it. Slowly my fingers traced the kanji engraved into his soft skin.

I wonder what the others would say if they saw it? Would they ask out right or just wonder silently why my precious Toshiya has it.

If they would ask of course I would say "because he is mine. He belongs to me. Kyo."

End.

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