Bait

Scene One

Sugar on my tongue. Metallic taste of hate or something like it. Torrents of what hasn't leaked from my head surges to everywhere, stifling any thought that wasn't of wanting more and aching beneath unzipped flies. Pushing inside the rift in my skull, I can't keep my eyes open. You accept an unsteady offer of scarlet fingers to swirl with your tongue; you push stained lips along, around, back to present my mouth with another intrusion of rough, bloody contact and tearing teeth. In the background, tick, tick time moves past the second of fear that flashed through your glare, when for a moment it was questionable; eyes rolled back when you roll me over?

Fight back – unsuspecting, my firm grip round your throat, round your balls, gives my desire the upper hand. This time it's your skull that cracks against the floorboards, in one swift strike of rage and lust and everything that can be felt between them. Between my legs, you are my captive.

Whole lives are wasted by people trying to find themselves, and yet here you are right in front of me, at my mercy. The hands I have pinned above your head match mine vein for vein, our thoughts are racing, progressing in parallel minds. We are the same, we want the same. You and I, we're meant to be together. XY/XY

Galaxies fast forward across the back of my eyelids. It takes deep breaths to discover my vision's blurred with ecstasy; your mouth reassures me I'm alive and sensitive to every roll of your tongue, each probing finger. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you, to you. Half my heart is in my mouth, forming words and losing them again. What's left is throbbing in desperation between your lips. Numb to your inflictions, our games and excesses, anguish shreds any heart I had.

Burn me with intense eyes. And we do it like we always have done, in rushed, rough releases. Stars run circles around our heads, bring our two halves together like we should have stayed at the first split. Stars split my head. Loss of blood does funny things to how I think.

Scene Two

I say nothing. You were our bait, now the prey has caught your fancy. Unaware of his imminent demise. One, two, three tangled in a war of mouths and holes, writhing like snakes in a pit. Only, my heart is treacherous. Buttered, seduced, he slips into being the centre of our individual, identical attention. Underneath and behind there's nothing to do now but let him shout it out and hope it kills him coming into your mouth. His hole gets the brunt of every pent up emotion behind my green eyes. Fury from furious, not lust.

Our tastes are different. Infatuated, you let him take you over. Out of the equation, I fester in bleak isolation, watching his domination of every part of you that drives me crazy. Again and again he takes what isn't his. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. Begging, crying in whatever you are feeling for him; he uses you as you ask. I wouldn't -Your teeth have never clenched like that for me, nothing has made you shake like you're doing now. I'm doing this for you, for us.

As soon as it's done and he's splayed purple on the floor, stiff and ugly in asphyxiation, there is a silence hosting glares of hunger for each other. Unleashed, our fight is renewed. New bruises, scratches, bites, cuts awarded in a lust riot that sees us crash to the floor in our conquest of one another. Up, down, unsteady rises of a sweat covered chest. Laid back, you invite me. In my ear you whisper how you crave, how you lust for me. Nothing has ever got you hot like how my murderous rage does; hot blooded.

For a few seconds the blood drains to my brain. In a gush of what must be love my words get mixed up and slowed down, making a mess of saying what I mean to. You feel it too, pulling me down to crash our mouths together, to lie and cure one another. Connect my heart to the rhythm it's lead, it beats for you. From cursed beginnings to these blessed ends, we've found our way to live. And please know that this is not the end.

Scene Three

Lying under your body grows cold. I don't want to let you go; I only did this so no one else could have you. A test of what makes blood flow. The sun still rises. In the light your face is not as beautiful as I remember it. Between my ears is unbearable pain, digging into the flesh inside my skull, tautening the same temples your lips touched while you went inside me. Still there, holding my organs in place, keeping me beating. It's close to giving up without focus in your pupils. Game over. Look up, turn your head, your broken neck. Move the dead dick, which never reached it's last release, still in me. Please.

Gas mark 5. From here my eyes are safe, no bones or blood, stiff limbs or eyes, wide open. Breathe in, out, for both of us now. Are you in here too? When it's been long enough I sink down to the floor, worn out with wishing it was over. In the pack, one Marlboro Red with my name on it. Replace the taste of you and draw a toke of oxygen to face what's next.

Fumble for a lighter with no gas. No matter, all it takes is one

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