In my sleep, he would sit on my chest. He would hold me down with hands colder and stronger than steel. But he wouldn't hurt me; he would just keep me still.
He would watch me with eyes that were icy cold in every way, including color and I would stare back with a chill deep in my bones, watching as the blood slowly congealed on his lips and chin. Every now and then, a drop would slide off the tips of his hair and smack cold and wet against my skin.
Then, and only then, would he move. He would dip down, ever so slowly and gently lick my skin clean.
I could feel the blood crusted to his lips, the scratch of it against my skin, flaking into powder wherever it touched, and then he would clean that too.
His lips were rough and chapped. They were colder than that single time I'd felt them in the dead of winter, but inside his mouth held the remnants of warmth, like he had been a fire and somewhere deep inside him, embers still burned.
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AN: The parts will be short but not all as short as this. I just hope that you enjoy reading this story. It's almost Halloween! are your costumes ready??? I want to go as a creepy zombie clown this year ^_^
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Paralyzed (boyxboy)
Short StoryHis lips were rough and chapped. They were colder than that single time I'd felt them in the dead of winter, but inside his mouth held the remnants of warmth, like he had been a fire and somewhere deep inside him, embers still burned. (◣,..,◢) This...
