First person perspective of a guy named Asho. Pictures of him up on both my dA and Y!gallery account.

That being said, this is a guyXguy story. Don't like it? You've been warned so continue at your own risk. Don't bitch to me.

It'd be easier if I could show you the picture that goes with it, you'd see that the other man in this story is a vampire.

The song is Breaking Me Down by Soil. When I first heard it, it sounded like the perfect "quick sex" song.

Anyway...On with the show, yeah?

I lift my head to draw in a ragged breath and I can’t tell whether it’s the pounding bass or the blood thundering through my veins that’s causing the rhythmic thumping in my ears. Before I have time to decide, soft, oddly icy lips press to mouth, a lithe tongue running over my lips seeking—no, demanding entry. I’m caught in a losing battle for dominance using mouths, tongues, teeth…and I don’t mind at all.

Bringing me down break me down sweet sugar
Bringing me down break me down
Breaking me down to the ground sweet baby
Breaking me down to the ground

I can barely see in the hellish mix of strobe lights and fog and the wonderful haze rolling over my mind, but I can see that we’re moving from the mindless mass on the dance floor. My knees buckle as I’m pushed against what I can only assume is the bench of some private booth; I can feel cool leather pressing through the mesh of my shirt. I’m stuck between cold, dead cow skin and equally frigid, wandering hands that slip beneath my shirt to trace the ribbons of my corset piercings. I shiver when a pair of lithe fingers find one of my nipple piercings and tug, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to make me gasp; an opportunity is seized and that talented tongue once more invades my mouth. A flick against that same piercing has my back arching and a mouth, hot and moist, enveloped by two cold lips, presses to the crook of my neck. A scrape of teeth on skin and I’m lost, spiraling down into a dark well of wonderful feelings and soft whispers.

Too much is made of what’s in me
Not enough about how I strive
Keep an eye on your world its cheating
Keep an eye keep an eye on me
Deep inside there’s a little place for me
A little place for me
Cant give what you want from me baby
Just leave it be

Don’t remember leaving the club. Don’t remember the car ride. Don’t remember stumbling up the stairs to my apartment.

Don’t care about any of it.

All that matters is at the moment, he’s wearing far too much clothing. I mean, my mesh top was gone before we fell onto the bed and my tank top is somewhere on the floor near the foot of the bed. Those nimble fingers are tugging on my belt and he still has everything but his shoes on. True, half of the buttons on his shirt are undone, revealing tantalizing peeks at that marble-pale chest, but still…

My hands are shaking as I reach to undo the rest of the buttons. Why? It’s not like he’s the first to have brought me home like this. Is it because he’s holding me like I’m glass, like I’m something that might break if he applies just a bit more pressure? There are times when rough is all right by me, but a little tenderness can go a long way too. And—

Oh god…Stop thinking, idiot.

I slide his shirt off his shoulders and run my hands along the smooth coolness of his back. That noise he made…Mmm…I repeat the motion, digging my nails in lightly just to see if I can make him make that sound, a bastard mix of a moan and a growl, again.

He does, though his mouth is pressed against my neck this time and I feel the vibrations everywhere. Better not do that again, or I might cum from the sensations alone, long before we get to the good part.

Sweet razor wound
Deep down slice my groove
Sweet razor wound
Deep down c’mon and slice it

My fingers curl around black silk sheets. Those thin, icy fingers splay across my bare chest, pulling me up and back into against his. I shiver from more than the cold. The angle change rubs all the right places in all the right ways. Each thrust of his hips pushes me closer and closer to the edge of bliss. Spots of color dance in the back of my skull as my eyes roll heavenward; I’ve never been overly religious but a bout of good sex can make anyone see God. I feel the scrape of teeth on my neck.

I beg for him to repeat the action as we climb higher and he obliges, scraping harder. Until, while the white haze of release begins to seep into my sight, I feel a sharp, blinding pain. My orgasm comes with two pinpoints of flame burrowing deep into my neck and the pearly fog is replaced by darkness.

How far did the falling star take me
How far did it go did it go
Had to be what the nightmare made me
Fuck...just had to be
Jump clear of the falling parts form me
How far did they go did they go
Cant give what you want from me baby

I squint in the midday light streaming through the window. What time is it? One in the afternoon, slept the day away. But after a night like that…

My hand flies to my neck and sweeps over the unmarred skin. Nothing there; no blood, no cuts, no bruising. Just a lingering cold. Freaking bizarre.

Pulling myself from the bed, I grab my boxers from the floor where I’d discarded them and tug them on, having to sit when I start to feel too dizzy. I make my way to the kitchen to find something interesting on my kitchen table.

A lily, pale white, in one of my cups in the center of the table, a note propped up against it. With a giddy little smile, I open the note and read the handwritten words. Lovely penmanship, I might add.

He enjoyed last night. Good. He locked the door on his way out. Even better. He advised me to drink orange juice? What the—Oh, a phone number! I just might have to give that a try later.

Plucking the flower from the makeshift vase, my eyes roam to where my cell phone sat on the counter. I hop up onto the counter, stick the lily behind my ear and flip open the phone. Four messages. All from Des. Guess I forgot to tell her not to wait up.

Hell...just let it go.