Body Worshiping

-Another Look at Lucan-

AN: I know Lucan was supposed to be reserved for my original series about him being a Serial Killer...but I've found that when I am in a mood..such as this which I refer to as Body Worshiping, I identify most with Lucan himself. It is as if a whole other entity comes out and demands...well..flesh. It was written only in notepad and is not refined at all. Its just a fifteen minute scribble designed to cast the demons out of me.

Lucan tumbled with his newest lover, his newest fixation, on the old mattress. They struggled, almost fought, strength for strength, in the end Lucan always winning. His lover understood that the honey-blond man needed this. Needed his lover to fight back just enough to put a thrill in, but in the end be just as submissive as a puppy.

Lucan admired his lover's understanding. After tonight he knew he'd never find another like this one, but what must be done must be done. It started slow, a melding of lips, that first tentative touch of flesh on flesh. How Lucan savored the inital taste as his eager tongue travled across the rough, sweaty chest. First impressions were always a beautiful thing, and he knew this one would be good.

The man was instructed not to move, and he did as he was told, a hint of theatrical fear in his deep, almond eyes. Excited, watching Lucan wind down his body, worshiping all he could get his lips and fingers to. From the gently bobbing apple of his throat to the tips of his sensitive toes, Lucan caressed the man, bringing him to an almost tortured state of arousal.

And still Lucan pursued with his gentle, suckling kisses, each one becomming a little rougher than the last. Fingers curved around a slender hip, his questing mouth went to the other, biting this time. It roused a gasp and slight whimper of pain, but still the erection did not fade. Lucan bit harder, unmercifully hard and the body bucked, shuddered, then stilled, even the cry dying on the man's lips.

The heady sent of semen rose around them and Lucan glared up accusingly. That wasn't how the night should have gone. He lapped away the blood from the bite wound he'd made, intoxicated by the smell as he dug his fingers into taut hips and firm buttocks. His lips hesitated not once as he hungrily, greedily swallowed the still-stiff member. And the body jerked again, not prepared for such an assult.

His hands wandered up the damp chest, easily slicking through the beaded sweat there, he could feel the nervousness radiating off of his lover now. That fear intoxicated him, it mixed dangerously with the arousal at hand. Lucan's hands reached upwards, finding the straining pink nubs and pinching them harshly as he sucked, all but completely swallowing his lover's heavy cock.

The word "stop" can be heard over and over as the bites get harder and harder, his fingers dig in deeper and deeper. His lover is dilerious now, unaware of the powerful drug he'd been earlier given. Fed so Lucan could feed off his blood, sweat, tears and plea's.

All his lover feels is a distant haze of what could be pain registering as Lucan is forced to gnash his teeth against the soft underbelly, drawing more than just a spot of blood, digging into the meat. It is a struggle, but one Lucan enjoys, as he reaches that beautiful, sensual artery, clipping it easily in his teeth. Ripping his chin upward as if he's pulling out a sweet, succulent prize.

He stops only to merely taste the blood that begins to bubble up, instead rather liking the idea of having it smeared all over his body. There is a strange sensualness about the way Lucan see's the life slowly draining from his lover's eyes. So much blood in the human body...

As Lucan watched the light pour like the blood, from those Almond eyes, he pressed close, feeling those last, aching breaths as the man's lungs struggled to keep him alive. The strange rattling noise that bubbled up, strangled. It was over.

Lucan kissed those dead lips then, sucking the rest of the air from those parched lungs, blood drying on his skin and on his lover's fusing them together at intimate points.

Lucan wondered if he'd died knowing he'd been worshiped. If when the blackness had closed out around the almonds, Lucan's face had been the last he seen, his God and Savior.