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"I can"t just rape you?"
"Yes, you can."
"What? How?"
"Why not?"
"Its not rape if you ask me to do it?"
....
"Besides its wrong."
Felix takes a deep breath. His long blonde hair sways with the little gust of wind that makes its way in. He looks outside the window.
"You just killed my father. Was that right?"
"Did you see what he was doing to you?"
"Yes, and it was okay. I liked it."
Jisung let out a little laugh, immediately finding the other boy glaring back.
"You think its funny?"
"Wha-you must be kidding.. right?"
"Have you ever had sex? "
Jisung was taken aback for a second.
" Uhh, no-"
" Tch. Guessed it. "
"What?"
"Of course no woman has touched you. You"re weak."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You"re a weak fucking bitch, Jisung. What kind of man are you? I"m lying naked in front of you, with nothing to protect myself. You can fucking take over me and I wouldn"t be able to even call for help with your dick in my mouth. That is, if you"ve got something in your pants at all."
"What the fuck? Felix- why would I-"
"I guess you"ve never felt any masculine urges at all. You"ve never even got a boner have you? Or was it too small to feel?" The blonde smirked and locked eyes with Jisung.
"Listen, I tried to help you. If you"re gonna sit there and be a bitch, I"m gonna leave."
"Bitch? Me? And not the one who can"t even man up and force himself onto someone?"
"That"s not what being a man is-"
"Then leave. Leave, you fucking fag. I"m done with your squeaking. Come back when you have grown a fucking pair."
Felix scanned Jisung"s face. He couldn"t see any signs of rage. He looked away.
The door clicked. Jisung was gone.
He couldn"t believe it. Fuck, that was embarrassing.
What would he do now? His father"s body was going to rot. The smell would bring people. The only other person who knew about it just left with blood on his hands.
Maybe he shouldn"t have said all those things to Jisung. They make sense now, but what if he cringes at this a few years later? That is, if he still had a few years left in him.
He looked over at his father. "Must I?"
Slowly creeping out of bed, as if there were people with their ears against the wall, Felix made his way to the one cupboard they had.
The skirt fit him well.
There was a click on the door. Jisung walked in. The other was too invested in his skirt to react physically. He didn"t have to. He didn"t have time. A tongue was in his mouth, and a hand reaching to go up his skirt.
He recoiled like a gun under the force. His brain was in his mouth. The rest of him just pumped blood.
He was against the wall. The bigger man towered over him, leaning down to kiss his little lips. He was being eaten. Would his meat be tough to chew?
The tongue was bigger than his. It broke in like a bullet through his skin. And then his neck was in a cage of fingers. And the bigger tongue swirled around his tip.
There eyes would meet had he not been choked senseless, had he not had his eyes sent to God. His penis was a vampire invited into Jisung"s mouth. It was too quick. The vampire spat out blood, but the blood was white. The blood was sticky and salty.
Now he was on the bed. The adrenaline raped his aching body. He couldn"t speak. He wasn"t thinking. He was aware of what was rubbing around his hole, unable to locate it.
He raised his hand to show him the way. The hand was grabbed and jerked away. The first form of thought started bubbling at the back of his head.
And with an intrusion, it was gone. He was aware. He was very aware. He could feel it creeping in like a child trying to sneak back into its mother"s womb. He would"ve done it, had his mother been there.
With all his strength, he grabbed the sheet, he grabbed the sheet and shut his eyes. A hand reached for his nipple, twisting it forcefully.
"Agh, fuck!"
His father"s face floated in his mind. Would he have liked it? Would he have liked seeing his son this way? Would he have pushed his dick into his son"s hole this hard?
A thrust made him open his eyes back up. He felt a little worm in his brain telling him he"d been bleeding. His father had oozed out some blood onto the floor.
He was picked up. His legs on the shoulders of a man. He was not his father. Oh no! He was not his father! Who was this? Who was entering the temple outside of which his father had left his shoes? Who was this devil, penetrating the holy walls of his purity?
"C-call me s-son-"
The thrusts had reached such a regular speed that he could predict them now, yet each one felt like a new bolt of lightning in his clear sky.
"You fuckin" weirdo." The voice replied.
Bolt after bolt struck him as the man pulled him up by the hands with a force he"d never felt before. His tiny arms drowned in the sea of muscles.
The thrusts came faster. His sky was turning red. His eyes were shut tight.
"OPEN YOUR EYES, SON."
Felix did. And in that moment, he locked eyes with the man, who collapsed onto him, releasing what felt like an army of liquid parasites into him.
He was full of this man"s cum. Jisung didn"t pull out. He lay over him, close enough to his skin to have merged, his hands behind the blonde on the bed, grasping the sheets for balance. Felix, his legs raised onto the man"s shoulder, had stretched himself to the highest limit.
Finally, the man pulled out. Felix was pushed away, and Jisung tumbled onto the bed.
Two naked bodies, and one dead. Two of them lay there panting on the bed, one would never again.
Years later, Felix would ask him, "Was it the skirt?"
But right now, his body ached uncontrollably, but his mind was as at ease as it could be.