White fuzz filling my head,
My mind consumed by blind static,
I want to witness pain.
It's not silver, he'll heal,
But for now we'll watch the blood,
Delighting in the rugged catch of breath,
As he plunges the knife into his stomach,
Now he's kneeling in front of the stooped figure,
He's sucking his nipple, exciting him,
As he twists the bloody knife in his stomach,
Now he's behind him, knife around his shoulders,
And resting at his throat, digging in a bit,
He's rubbing his own erection against his butt,
He's excited, gasping for air and in pain,
He's healing as his pale, pale skin mends itself,
He reaches behind himself to touch the other man,
His head tilting back onto the other man's shoulder,
In an instant the knife has slashed across his chest,
He's bleeding, it's a deep wound just missing his nipple,
The knife is back at his throat, and it's absolutely still,
His breathing chafes his neck skin against the blade,
And the other man closes his hand around the bleeding man,
And slowly, he rubs him, so so slowly, the knife moves now,
It's going down his shoulder, slower than the mans hand,
Leaving a crimson and dripping trail in its wake,
All down his arm, the knife leaves its mark, a bloody mark,
When it reaches his wrist, the knife stops, and his hand stops too,
He turns the other man around and pushes him roughly on the floor,
He kneels, on all fours, over the other man, as his hand grasps him again,
And he moves the knife underneath the other man's cock, the tip sharp,
And poised at his base for but a moment, the man ceases breathing,
And the knife, in one swift moment, cuts the bottom of his cock,
A bloody cut from base to tip, and he screams in horror, terror,
The other man ignores the scream and bends down, lowering his mouth,
He takes the bloody cock into his mouth and sucks, gentle at first,
And then harder, he likes the blood, and the vampire has stopped screaming,
He's watching the other man intently now, moaning every so often,
And his eyes clench shut, he's enjoying it now, enjoying it very much,
And the other man likes the blood, likes the cock, likes the salt of the
precum,
He sucks until the wound had closed, and then he stops, nicks the tip,
And lowers himself down again, the other man writhes, and his balls
tighten,
He lets out a series of gasps, and screams as he releases into the other
man's mouth,
And they are both sated, on blood and sex, as I am now sated, and done
watching.
My mind consumed by blind static,
I want to witness pain.
It's not silver, he'll heal,
But for now we'll watch the blood,
Delighting in the rugged catch of breath,
As he plunges the knife into his stomach,
Now he's kneeling in front of the stooped figure,
He's sucking his nipple, exciting him,
As he twists the bloody knife in his stomach,
Now he's behind him, knife around his shoulders,
And resting at his throat, digging in a bit,
He's rubbing his own erection against his butt,
He's excited, gasping for air and in pain,
He's healing as his pale, pale skin mends itself,
He reaches behind himself to touch the other man,
His head tilting back onto the other man's shoulder,
In an instant the knife has slashed across his chest,
He's bleeding, it's a deep wound just missing his nipple,
The knife is back at his throat, and it's absolutely still,
His breathing chafes his neck skin against the blade,
And the other man closes his hand around the bleeding man,
And slowly, he rubs him, so so slowly, the knife moves now,
It's going down his shoulder, slower than the mans hand,
Leaving a crimson and dripping trail in its wake,
All down his arm, the knife leaves its mark, a bloody mark,
When it reaches his wrist, the knife stops, and his hand stops too,
He turns the other man around and pushes him roughly on the floor,
He kneels, on all fours, over the other man, as his hand grasps him again,
And he moves the knife underneath the other man's cock, the tip sharp,
And poised at his base for but a moment, the man ceases breathing,
And the knife, in one swift moment, cuts the bottom of his cock,
A bloody cut from base to tip, and he screams in horror, terror,
The other man ignores the scream and bends down, lowering his mouth,
He takes the bloody cock into his mouth and sucks, gentle at first,
And then harder, he likes the blood, and the vampire has stopped screaming,
He's watching the other man intently now, moaning every so often,
And his eyes clench shut, he's enjoying it now, enjoying it very much,
And the other man likes the blood, likes the cock, likes the salt of the
precum,
He sucks until the wound had closed, and then he stops, nicks the tip,
And lowers himself down again, the other man writhes, and his balls
tighten,
He lets out a series of gasps, and screams as he releases into the other
man's mouth,
And they are both sated, on blood and sex, as I am now sated, and done
watching.