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Akira finds himself in that all too familiar place, where nothing is the slightest comprehensible to his human mind. Only the feeling of being pushed into cold water, He feels as if he ventured into the deepest crevices of hell where not a single proof of humanity could be found.
The suffocating feeling surrounds him, embraces him.
He tries to run but his feet are glued to the ground, his heart is racing.
There’s a sound of footsteps walking behind him.
Akira tenses up, goosebumps forming all along his back.
A hand reaches out; It grazes his back, making him shiver. He flinches at what seems to be sharp nails just barely scratching his shoulder blades.
Akira tries to turn his head to see whatever was touching him, fully expecting a twisted abomination to pounce and devour him whole. He was surprised when arms grabbed his body, turning him fully around.
Akira freezes up completely. He’s not about to be eaten by some monster, instead he’s face to face with another man. He had brown hair that frayed against his shoulders, skin that glowed even in the pitch dark, most of all—crimson red eyes.
It was as if his eyes stared into Akira’s soul, his body grew hot, his mind screamed to run away. He felt like he was burning under the gaze of the strange man.
“Who are you?” Akira asks, it was barely audible. His voice was laced with fear but curiosity.
The man leans in close to Akira’s ear, his breath hot against his neck. “My name is Goro.” He keeps it straight to the point.
Goro takes this as a chance to tangle his hand into Akira’s dark curls, claw-like nails scraping his scalp. Akira almost yelped out in pain, his head instinctively jerking backwards only to be held in place by an unmovable grip.
Akira’s heart pounds against his chest, his breath is trapped in his throat. Goro notices, “You’re beautiful..” it's said more to himself than anything else.
The compliment causes a light blush to spread across Akira’s face, but it causes the opposite effect in him. He bites his lips so hard to the point of busting his bottom lip. Goro is softly kissing at Akira’s collar bones, he becomes bolder—nibbling the pale skin. Akira gasps when he feels unnaturally sharp teeth dragging across his clavicles, his eyes widen in fear when he opens his eyes and sees a trickle of blood in his wake.
Akira can’t ask anymore questions when his head is pulled backwards, exposing the unblemished column of his throat. Goro wastes no time, his fangs puncturing his flesh; He draws out a hoarse scream from Akira. The sharp pain shoots through Akira’s entire body, he writhes and squirms, he cries out. The pain started to ebb into something entirely different, Akira was feeling something on the border of pleasure. His cries turned into something more erotic, keening that sounded closer to a moan of carnality.
“Goro..” Akira whines, he simultaneously pushes and pulls Goro towards him. His mind in complete disarray as the pain blurred into satisfaction. Goro lets out a sadistic laugh; His eyes narrowing his he lifts up his head, admiring Akira’s pliant body.
Goro murmurs praises and sweet nothings, Akira’s mind is too hazy to make out what it is exactly. It didn’t matter when he careens so easily into Goro’s caresses.
There’s bites littered across his chest, he doesn’t even remember if he was clothed when he woke here. It’s not important he thinks again, all that mattered was that he was here now.
Akira is pulled close to Goro’s, his body flushed and trembling. Goro is cold, like a corpse as he can only hear his own pulse through the darkness. Goro holds Akira’s face with a dark expression, he looks at him like a starved man. Akira is forced into a frenzied kiss, Goro bites into his already bleeding lips until iron fills their mouths—until it’s dripping down each other's skin and making a mess. Akira can’t breathe, he’s being suffocated by Goro’s kiss. He feels like he’s being pulled into cold water again, swept away by overpowering waves. He dives deeper and deeper, sinking into the depths. He’s losing consciousness, the lack of air and blood loss too much for him to handle any longer.
Akira wakes up in his bed with bed sheets sticking to his sweaty skin. He sits up trying to catch his breath from such an intense dream. It felt so real in the moment that he felt almost dizzy as if he did lose all that blood in reality. Akira’s hands touch his upper body, feeling for any bites and bruises, any proof of what had happened. He looks down for good measure. He finds nothing, his skin is completely unmarked. He lays back down as the moonlight wanes in the pitch black sky, the curtains shifting ever so slightly.
Sleep begins to overtake Akira, he briefly fears falling back into that nightmare. A strange part of him however, craved to return to that waking dream.