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Winter 1993

“It is done.” The voice came out of the darkness, shattering the silence. Grey eyes widened and pink lips parted in a gasp. Suddenly there was light. Hot, blinding light spilled into the bedroom, illuminating the figure of a blonde man lying on the bed. He was staring in surprise at the other occupant of the room.

A rather short young man stood there, his raven-black hair falling in front of his emerald eyes. Blood was dripping from the side of his mouth and his lips were tinged red, blood red. It was a shock to the blonde man, to see the one splash of red on the otherwise pale face. He quickly rolled out of the bed and moved to embrace the dark-haired man. The other immediately relaxed into the blonde’s arms.

“Kristopher, what happened? What is done? You’re shaking, love. Tell me.”

Kristopher looked up in to the worried grey eyes of his lover. “I did it, Theo. I avenged my parents’ deaths, just like I promised myself I would. I killed him, Theo, I killed him. He’s gone and it’s done.” Theo looked into pleading green eyes as Kristopher continued, “Make me forget Theo. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to think about anything but you.” he went up on his toes to touch their lips together in a kiss riddled with passion. Backing away so their lips barely brushed, Kristopher the one thing that broke Theo apart and put him back together again, “Make love to me, Theo.”

Those words were Theo’s undoing. He quickly divested them both of their clothes and proceeded to fulfill Kristopher’s wish. They had had sex before, but not like this. Not with the tenderness and gentleness that Theo was showing now. But the tenderness was short-lived as they became closer and closer to the edge. Each latched onto the other’s neck and pierced the skin. Rich, crimson blood flowed from both as their movements became more frantic, each desperate for release. And release came. It came with groans and shouts of the others’ name. And it drew every drop out of them, making both men collapse onto the bed, their breathing heavy.

They released each others necks and Theo rested his head against his lover’s chest. They lay there boneless, gasping for breath, their wounds already healing. Theo finally gathered enough strength to gently pull out of his partner, who whimpered at the sudden emptiness. He then plopped to his side of the bed and pulled the other sweaty man into his arms. They kissed lovingly for a few minutes.

Kristopher closed his eyes and snuggled into the warmth of his lover’s body.

“Thank you Theo. I love you.” He whispered. Theo smiled into Kristopher’s hair.

“Love you too, Kris.”

And they lay there. They had each other. They had love. A love that nothing could tarnish, nothing could break, nothing could stain.

-TBC-

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