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MONSTER	By : Radius Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 10988 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Yay, Chapter 20! ^_^ For those new to this story, please be mindful of the warnings and labels I’ve given this fanfic! Really, I mean it. >.< This chapter contains a *lot* of disturbing scenes. This is why you’ll find this fanfic only at AFF and not at FF.net (Let’s just say I was heavily inspired by Jemiah Jefferson’s bold writing in her vampire novels. I wanted this story to go balls-out whenever it needed to go in that direction. The needle scene in here is a homage to that awesome woman. :D ) All righty, to those still tuning in, read on and enjoy your flight. The fanfic will begin momentarily ^_^

<< | Otherworldly Methods | >>

“I got some major news, dudes,” declared Agent Scully as he descended down the stairs leading to Spook’s basement. He was all smiles. “You guys are gonna love this.”

Everyone practically stood at attention. Whenever Agent Scully sounded excited it usually meant good news for them. Paranormal Five immediately convened at the couch area, taking their usual positions and getting comfortable. Radar lowered the volume of the TV while Chewbacca lit up a joint. Damsel closed her laptop and sat next to Spook. Meanwhile, Agent Scully stood in the middle of the group with a large grin on his face.

“I just spoke with Enzo just now,” Agent Scully resumed, “Y’ know, Han Solo’s informant?”

“Seriously?” Spook’s eyes grew intense. “What’d he say?”

“They found nine bodies, mangled up and shit, this morning. It was four men and five women. They were stashed in a dumpster in Charles Street.”

“Charles Street?” repeated Chewbacca and took a hit. He passed the joint to Spook, “Hrrr.. ain’t that near Jefferson Memorial Park?”

Spook nodded and inhaled. “Yep, my friend. It’s near Jefferson Memorial Park.” He glanced at Damsel next to him. “That’s one of the hot spots we talked about awhile ago, right?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “The whole five blocks of that area is a hot zone for the creature.”

Spook leaned back against the chair and took another inhale. He giggled. “Excellent. This is excellent! Now we’ve officially established the beast’s main territory.”

“Sweet,” said Radar and nodded in approval.

“For now on, we’ll cover that area from head-to-toe,” Spook told his group with a high-pitched voice now. “Everyday, from morning straight on to the curfew, we’ll be at that area.”

Damsel frowned. “Shouldn’t we go and tell the Chief about this? I mean, he could have more cops patrol that area and all.”

“No way!” he instantly reacted and stood. He shook his head. “No. We’re not going to say a bloody word about our findings.”

Damsel blinked. “Yeah, but, it wouldn’t hurt to give the Chief the heads up, Spook. We could prevent more tragic deaths.”

“Sure, and we’d be tossed aside from the investigation too,” Spook argued back, rolling his eyes. “No way am I gonna let that happen. You saw what happened last time, Damsel. The moment the amusement park incident made the news, our competitors jacked into our database. Now they’re using all the information we collected and taking credit for it. No. Fucking. Way. We’re doing this shit on our own. We’re not gonna take any chances by getting outside help. I’ll be damned if Han Solo or Griffin crack this case before we do.”

Damsel looked up at him. “But…”

“We’re investigators,” Spook interrupted her, “Let the cops and other guys do their own damn homework. This is our case. We’re doing it on our own. Only then, will people respect us.”

Spook took a seat on the couch, taking another hit to calm himself. Meanwhile, Damsel kept quiet.

“By the way,” Radar started, glancing at Agent Scully’s direction. “Did the discovery of those bodies make it to the news already?”

“Not yet, dude. Though, it won’t be long. The cops are currently at the scene even as I speak, so they’re bound to attract the barracudas soon.”

“So what should we do, man?” Chewbacca looked at Spook. “What’s our plan of action?”

Spook addressed his question with a steady voice. “We’ll blend in with the environment. If this Other takes on a human form and is looking for victims during the day, we need to be at the popular areas of that hot zone. Everyday we’ll choose a highly populated club or restaurant and stay there until curfew. Then, we’ll figure out a way to stick around the area without the cops discovering us.”

“There’s a popular event coming up, you know, dude,” informed Agent Scully. “High Ten is scheduled to have Showdown Night in two weeks from now. I’m sure our creature dude will go to it.”

“Damn, Showdown Night is coming up already?” Radar sank in his seat. “Shit. I missed the auditions! I so wanted to try out this year. Fuck.”

Nearby, Chewbacca chuckled. “Sheeit, Radar, you need an upper man for a recommendation, even before you can even audition for the event. Face it: you were turned down the moment you were born.”

Radar gave him the finger. Chewbacca laughed louder and took back his joint from Spook.

“Hey, Damsel, I hear your dude made it in,” Agent Scully informed with a sloppy grin.

Damsel looked up, confused. “Huh?”

“Rainbow, right?” he explained. “That dude made it to Showdown Night. The manager was really impressed with him, I heard. You used to hang out with Rainbow, right?”

Damsel didn’t reply back right away. Eventually, she muttered, “I guess…”

“Wow, you hung out with the guy that went down on Han Solo?” Spook inquired. “I didn’t know that, Damsel.”

“Yeah, dude,” Agent Scully answered for her. He smiled again. “And from what I heard in the streets, the two were real close.”

Damsel glared up at him. “Fuck you, Scully.”

Without another word, Damsel stood and headed up the stairs, leaving the basement. Agent Scully and the others heard her slam the door on her way out.

“Hrrr… the hell’s wrong with her?” asked Chewbacca.

Agent Scully stood still for a moment, wondering if he had said something wrong. Then he shrugged his shoulders and lighted up his own MJ. Radar increased the television’s volume again, preparing for another episode of the Price is Right. Meanwhile, Spook grew quiet.

In a low voice, he asked Agent Scully, “You said… they were close? Damsel and Rainbow?”

“So I heard, dude.”

Spook slowly blinked. He stared at his feet afterward.

***

Enzo was getting on Dante’s nerves again. His irritating informant had been calling nonstop since this morning, nagging him at every hour. After the fiftieth call, he had no choice but to put the cell phone in silence and unplug the other phone downstairs. But that still didn’t stop Enzo. At one point, he heard the son-of-a-bitch outside his office, yelling for him to come out and talk, pounding on the Goddamn door even. The fuck was his problem? Couldn’t that chubby bastard let him sleep in today? Christ. He didn’t know what his informant wanted to talk about but he wasn’t in the mood to talk business today. Sure, he’d call him back later to discuss whatever the hell he wanted, but not right now. He was too damn tired.

Lying in his bed at Devil May Cry, naked underneath the sheets, Dante shifted to his side. He felt the warm rays of sunlight bathe his back. They snuck into the room through his window’s half-closed blinders and illuminated the area with golden oranges and yellows. According to the clock on his nightstand, it was already past five in the evening. Great…

Dante plopped a pillow over his head, groaning to himself. He was determined not to wake up and greet the world with his face. Last night’s stellar event had left him exhausted beyond capacity. While every muscle on his body ached for sexual pleasure, the need for sleep had eventually won the battle. In fact, the moment he had stepped into his office, he crashed on his bed and slept through the day.

His cock still swollen and his eyes still drowsy, Dante was amused at himself. It was so unlike him to be in this fragile-like condition. He was used to being the one that ran on all four cylinders with enough energy to spare. In fact, every man and woman he invited to his bedroom had never recovered from a night of passionate sex, not even Trish or Lady. Yet, here he was, tired and feeling very vulnerable and very human. Ha. It was almost pathetic.

Admittedly, a part of him was disappointed Seth wasn’t here and by his side. In fact, the handsome brunette had abandoned him before he awakened at their bench, back at the park at the crack of dawn. Thankfully, the first shift of security guards hadn’t arrived to check the park yet. It took the birds and chilly morning weather to rouse him up and head back to Devil May Cry. Still, Dante almost wished Seth had followed him back to his office. He wished the Animal had violated his personal space and demanded physical satisfaction. He’d definitely give it to him. As demeaning as that was to his ego, he would.

While he was disappointed by Seth’s disappearance, Dante wasn’t surprised by it either. The Animal didn’t seem like the type who cuddled and discussed breakfast after raw and heavy sex, which was fine by him. He wasn’t into that either. But, man, what a change Seth underwent. Gone was the conservative and cuddly Seth who idealized too much, and in was his no-nonsense and brutally honest self. Dante wondered which Seth would appear to him today.

Outside, Dante heard a dog whimper. It was his illegitimate dog. He hadn’t fed him in the afternoon. Like Enzo, he came every hour and annoyed him with howls and barking. Yet, whereas Enzo had long given up, his illegitimate dog was still determined to get some attention. The damn mutt was starving. Pillow still over his face, Dante’s chuckle sounded muffled. He heard his illegitimate wail high and low and became both amused and irritated by it.

Good god. He really did need to stop bringing home stray animals…

After a few minutes of hearing the dog howl, Dante finally gave in. He groaned as he swung his legs to the side of the bed and touched ground. Pushing off his bed’s mattress, he grabbed a pair of jeans from the closet nearby and tossed on a John Lennon shirt. After lacing up a pair of hiking boots, Dante made his way downstairs.

Yawning, he grabbed a cold beer from the fridge. He sniffed at a slice of leftover pizza and concluded it was good enough to feed to the stupid mutt that still wailed outside his office.

“Shut the hell up already, ass-wipe,” Dante said the moment he opened the front door. He glared down at the small mutt wagging his tail. Then he threw him the slice of cold leftover pizza. “You’re lucky I don’t run you over with my bike.”

Oblivious to the subtle threat, the dog barked happily and gnawed at his long-belated meal. Dante popped open his can of beer and leaned against the frame of his door, watching the dog eat.

He didn’t know why he put up with this dog sometimes. Eventually he’d have to tell him to take a hike and get his meal elsewhere. Perhaps the only reason he kept him around for this long was because he had always wanted a puppy when he was a kid.

At the tender age of six, he was desperate to own a dog. Vergil was annoyed by the idea while his mother was hesitant. Over and over again, she told him he wasn’t ready to have one. Having a puppy means you’ll love and take care of him, she used to tell him. It was a living and breathing animal that needed to be nurtured, not treated as an object. Until he saw a puppy being more than a creature designed to bring happiness, then he couldn’t own one. Ha. He still couldn’t understand what the fuck his mother was talking about. It would have been a lot easier if she had just told him they couldn’t afford a puppy.

Dante slightly smiled at that last thought. Then he frowned.

Below, the tiny mutt barked sharply. He hadn’t eaten the rest of his meal. Instead, the dog looked westward, alarmed. The bark was soon followed by a vicious snarl. Curious, Dante glanced at the direction the dog faced. He slowly brought the can of beer away from his lips.

Two Dobermans flanked Seth as he headed toward his direction. Hands deep in his pocket Seth wore a long-sleeved black blouse with dark gray jeans. The heels of his expensive shoes clacked against the pavement. Like yesterday, he didn’t sport any make-up. Nor did he convey a carefree and colorful attitude. Rather, Seth kept his calm demeanor the closer he approached.

Dante felt his penis stir. It was the Animal. He came to him again.

The illegitimate dog finally stopped snarling. He whimpered for a moment, looking up at Seth with wide black eyes. He kept still, as if frozen in place. Then he turned and scuttled away, abandoning the rest of his meal.

Dante watched the dog briefly cross the street before returning his attention back to Seth.

“I’m guessing you were in the neighborhood and wanted to see me,” Dante assumed loudly as Seth drew near.

Dante pushed off the ledge of the doorframe and descended the small flight of stairs of his porch to meet him at ground level.

“I thought you would like to join me today,” Seth replied at last, his voice smooth and soft.

His prominently red lips curved upward. He stopped a full two feet away from Dante. Both Dobermans came to a full halt as well.

For a brief moment, Dante wanted to throw a rock and shoo the dogs away to get some alone time. Yet, he doubted Seth’s hounds would take the hint. So long as their master was around, they weren’t going anywhere. They were here to stay. Dante decided to ignore them and concentrate on their master instead.

“Oh?” Dante crushed the beer can in his hand and tossed it to a nearby garbage bin. “Aren’t you busy rehearsing for the big gig next week?”

Seth looked at him sideways. He appeared annoyed at Dante’s question.

Dante switched the subject. “What did you have in mind?”

“Something naughty.”

Dante licked his lips and beheld an appreciative smile. “Interesting.”

“Will you join me?”

“I got a knitting class right now,” Dante joked, “But I guess I can cancel it.”

Seth didn’t laugh and remained silent.

“Whatever,” Dante muttered to himself, feeling embarrassed and pissed all of a sudden. In a louder voice, he said, “Let me lock up.”

Five minutes later, Dante secured the front door to his office, bringing his cell phone with him. He noticed both Dobermans were gone when he rejoined Seth at the sidewalk. He doubted they were far away from their master. Not that it mattered. He could care less for Seth’s bestial body guards.

“My bike’s fixed up, by the way,” Dante informed and nodded toward a red bike parked a few feet away from them. “Let’s take it out for a spin.”

“I’d rather not,” Seth responded flatly and headed for a bus stop a block away.

Dante rolled his eyes but accompanied Seth.

After waiting at the bus bench for a few minutes, a bus that was headed eastbound arrived. Before they boarded it, Dante spared Seth a curious look.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere,” Seth inserted simply.

Dante scoffed. “Well, that explains a lot.”

Seth entered the bus and Dante followed. They took a pair seats at the back. As Dante sat by the window, he was struck with déjà vu, remembering the last bus ride he took with the Animal.

“We’re not going to the amusement park again, right?” he immediately asked Seth, trying not to sound weary.

“No.”

“Then where the hell are we going? Christ. Give me something to work with.”

Sitting next to him, Seth placed a hand on Dante’s crotch. “Somewhere,” he said again, emphasizing the word.

Dante looked at the hand between his legs. He chuckled for a moment, fully knowing Seth wanted him to shut up. He locked his thighs around the hand, trapping it in place.

“Not even a hint this time?” he pressed on.

“You’ll like it,” he responded and squeezed his cock.

“How do you know I will? I may have different tastes from you.”

“Because you and I are the same, Dante.”

There was complete sincerity in Seth’s voice. For a brief moment, Dante looked into his eyes. He saw blackness against blackness; he saw an empty void.

Rather than lose himself in Seth’s emptiness, Dante turned away and undid his fly, allowing him easy access to his manhood. Unlike their other bus ride, the Animal responded to his needs. Seth’s delicate fingers wrapped themselves around his thick and throbbing shaft and pulled hard and fast.

The rest of their bus ride was filled with kisses and rough touches. When the entire back of the bus was empty, they took turns lapping each other. It was until they entered a neighborhood with many abandoned buildings that Seth finally pulled away. Without a word, he pushed Dante’s hot mouth off his slimed cock and rang the bell, prompting the bus to come to a full stop.

Both men gathered themselves for a moment. Then they exited the bus through the rear entrance.

The bus pulled away from the curb and Dante frowned at their environment. Not a single soul was out and about in the neighborhood. Only the sounds of sirens and distant gunfire filled the empty scenery.

“Not exactly the Caribbean Islands I originally hoped,” he griped.

Seth walked past him without commenting back. Up ahead were two Dobermans. Dante immediately recognized them. They were the same ones he saw earlier. In fact, they were probably the dogs he saw at the amusement park too.

The two canines ran toward their master and simultaneously stopped in front of him. They didn’t display typical dog affection, Dante observed. They didn’t bark. They didn’t leap up and down. Nor did they wag their tails. They only conveyed obedience.

Dante kept these unsettlingly thoughts to himself and walked a few steps forward to join them. Then as a group they followed the path of the sidewalk. When the sidewalk disappeared, Seth turned right. They headed toward an abandoned building.

According to a large white sign, the three-story apartment complex was scheduled to be demolished in two weeks from now. The building had every reason to be destroyed. Half of its roof had caved it while the bricked walls were riddled with esoteric messages left behind by rivaling gangs. All the windows were boarded up and the grass that surrounded the complex grew wild and tall, unattended for months, perhaps even years. Through the abandoned building’s boarded windows, Dante saw specks of light, an indication people were in there, most likely druggies and those without homes.

He kept his distance when they entered the double set of doors, walking two steps behind Seth. The canines, meanwhile, kept close to their master.

This really was a shitty place. Dante’s nose twitched at the strong smell of urine and fungus that instantly hit him. Roaches and rats scurried across floor. As Dante traveled down a long hallway with Seth, he noticed torn walls and parts of the ceiling missing. He had no idea why Seth wanted to come here tonight. When he told him that he wanted to do something ‘naughty’ this wasn’t what he had in mind. Perhaps the next time they got together he should determine their destination.

Dante came to a halt when he noticed Seth approach five middle-aged men. The small group occupied a corner of the hallway, all of them dressed in rags. Two of them sat cross-legged on the floor, one assisting the other with a needle. The third man stood against the wall, chewing the head off a rat and telling everyone he was a great prophet. The remaining two were passed out on the floor.

Silent, Dante watched Seth bend down and softly whisper something to one of the men shooting up. The drug dealer chuckled but grew silent when Seth kissed him on the lips. The dealer grinned nastily, his yellow and cracked teeth showing. Then he gave the beautiful brunette man in front of him a needle. Seth turned away from him and approached Dante.

“Upstairs,” Seth told him in a command-like tone, indicating a staircase nearby.

Dante studied Seth for a moment. His eyes strayed to the dirty syringe in his hand. “I doubt you could sterilize that needle enough times to make it useable. Anyway, shooting up is not a part of my style. Let’s leave this shithole. I don’t see the point of being here.”

“Go home then.” Seth headed up the stairs without saying another word. His Dobermans quickly followed suit.

Behind, Dante cursed to himself. He hated how the Animal shoved him to the side. While he definitely benefited from their wild get-togethers, there were some things Dante despised whenever Seth underwent a personality switch. For one, he had an annoying habit of being an asshole.

Part of Dante wanted to take Seth’s advice and go home, just in spite. But he was too pissed and too sexually hungry to back off right now. He wasn’t a druggie like these people, at least, not in the sense of depending on needles and crack. But he did depend on the Animal for self gratification. His drug was alive, toxic, and addicting. One hit of the Animal wasn’t enough for him.

In silence, Dante headed up the stairs.

He found even more druggies in the building’s second floor, all of them looking like strung-out corpses. The environment’s conditions also grew worse. It was a miracle the entire floor hadn’t collapsed yet. It practically held itself together by sheer will alone

Trailing after Seth carefully, Dante watched his step and walked passed the druggies and dealers. At the end of the hallway, he saw Seth turn and open a door. He followed him inside the room.

Dante found himself in tiny, dark room; all of its windows boarded up. The walls were consumed with graffiti and roach shit. The smell of methane and cigarette smoke was heavy in the air. There were four people here, all in their mid-twenties. Intoxicated by liquor and chemicals, they helplessly lay on a large, dirty mattress in the middle of the room. Lit candles surrounded the bed, providing the only decent source of light.

“Leave,” Seth ordered the four occupants.

Before the couples could protest, both Dobermans growled viciously. Drooling and snarling, they revealed sharp, white teeth. Terrified, the four people immediately got to their feet and ran through a side door. Seth calmly locked it after them.

“Undress yourself, Dante,” he demanded shortly, already securing the door they came from.

“You certainly love giving orders, don’t you?” Dante chuckled and removed his shirt.

Seth ignored him and began to strip, dropping his clothes on the floor. Nearby, his Dobermans sat next to the bed, sitting perfectly still.

Across the room, Dante wrinkled his nose. The piss smell of the building was giving him a headache, likewise, the loud incoherent mumblings of nearby drunken and drugged people. He refused to leave, though. The delicious sight of Seth’s nude body was enough for him to stay. He removed the rest of his clothes.

“Sit,” Seth said shortly, nodding toward the bed mattress.

Dante scoffed. “I’d rather sit on my own shit.”

Seth gave him a sideways look. “You’re adorable, Dante. But you’re also annoying.”

Regardless of Dante’s own reservations, Seth sat on the mattress. Under the candle’s light, the Animal studied the needle in his hand. His eyes danced and twinkled, reflecting the candle’s flames. Licking his lips, Seth ran the needle through the candle’s fire.

Dante watched him, enjoying Seth’s peaceful demeanor. Yet, he was curious too. Seth didn’t purchase any drugs from the men downstairs. Nor did he bring any with him, at least, not to his knowledge. Why did he need the needle then?

“Nothing is more exquisite than pain itself,” Seth suddenly said, sitting cross-legged on the mattress. His eyes remained fixed on the needle he held in his hand. “Through pain, we embrace the animal within us. Do you not agree?”

Dante observed him more closely. Seth looked so beautiful under the dim lighting of the room, his face almost glowing. Seth’s words, meanwhile, however odd and indifferent, held an edge of truth in them. Dante decided to join him on the bed mattress, unconcerned with how horrible it looked and smelled.

He sat close to him and kissed his neck, nibbling a sensitive area with his teeth. He grabbed one of Seth’s hands and placed it on his aching erection. He moaned when Seth’s hand tightened around it.

“Stroke it…” Dante urged, “Stroke it fast…”

Seth didn’t bother looking at Dante, still occupied by the syringe in his other hand. Yet, he complied and stroked him. In their quiet and dimly lit room, Dante heard the loud flapping of his cock’s skin. The sound grew louder the harder Seth pulled and pushed.

“You and I… we are the same,” Seth told him quietly when he finally looked away from the needle. He briefly bent down to kiss the tip of Dante’s penis, making a wet smack-like sound.

Dante smiled. “You don’t need to tell me that. I already know.”

When Seth sat straight again, he shoved his tongue into Dante’s mouth. For a while, their tongues intertwined with each other.

“I want to share a part of myself with you,” the brunette injected between their kisses. “And I want you to do the same for me.”

At this, Dante withdrew from Seth and went quiet. Seth stopped stroking his length.

“We can become one, Dante. You and I…” Seth told him, his eyes intense. When Dante looked away, he laughed, reading his mind. “No, Dante, this has nothing to do with love.”

Dante returned his gaze to him. “It doesn’t…?”

“Of course not.” Seth scoffed. “Love is an illusion intended for the disillusioned. And besides, I don’t love you. I would never ask to connect with you like that.”

The other man didn’t know how to react to his remark. Dante told himself to be grateful and relieved. No longer did he have to prove that their acquaintance was a physical one, void of emotion and intimacy. Rather, it was based on sex and only sex. And yet, Seth’s words just now… He didn’t love him? Somehow, Seth’s words violated him; pierced through the delicate layers of his heart.

“No, Dante,” continued the handsome brunette, “I want a different and more absurd connection with you. I want our life’s essence to flow into each other’s bodies. I want to have your soul fuck mines.”

“I can live with that,” Dante said quietly.

Seth smiled. “Sharing a part of me with you requires both pleasure and pain, however.”

Dante cocked an eyebrow. He was curious over what Seth had in mind but chose not to ask. Instead, he replied, “All right.”

“Are you positive?”

Nodding only once, Dante responded with a, “Positive.”

“Then spread your legs.”

The Devil Hunter momentarily frowned. Spread his legs? This was new. He complied and watched the other man undo the top cap of the needle.

Seth stuck the needle into his own arm and drew out a large amount of blood. Under the dim-lighting of the room, the blood looked jet black. Once the entire tube was filled with blood, Seth held the syringe at eye level.

“My blood…” Seth murmured to Dante, “My life’s essence. It’s more powerful, addicting, and lethal than all the drugs in this world.” He drew it close to Dante’s face. “I want to share it with you.”

Dante sat quietly. It wasn’t every day someone offered him their blood. The concept seemed too intimate and surreal. It was the type of action reserved only for hardcore couples. And yet, the very thought he could become close to Seth, without having to be in a relationship with him… That was too alluring to reject. After all, he, too, wanted a piece of Seth inside him. Their fucking was a form of connection. Unfortunately, it was only a temporary one. He wanted to share in an everlasting union. If he had his way, he’d stay embedded inside Seth forever.

Dante nodded and extended out his arm, ready to receive the needle.

Seth laughed, appearing amused. “No, Dante. Not your arm. I already told you, sharing a part of me with you requires both pleasure and pain.”

Dante glanced at him quizzically, unsure of what he meant. Then he saw Seth lower the needle, moving it toward his penis. Dante became rigid when Seth positioned the sharp point of the needle at the very tip of his cock, right at its piss-hole opening.

Instinct wanted him to close his legs and protect his penis. Yet, Dante forced himself to remain calm. He’d been stabbed several times in his life before, most by his own sword. He was used to being penetrated by lethal objects. This was different, yes. But he didn’t want to display an ounce of fear to Seth. It was absolutely beneath him to show any weaknesses. Dante took a deep breath and slowly lay back against the mattress with his legs still spread. He nodded to Seth when he was ready.

Seth took a moment, looking at him with a sedate expression. What he was thinking about at this very moment, Dante did not know. The man was a closed-off book. Regular Seth was like that too, except, he was a bit more open with his feelings. The Animal, in contrast, kept everything hidden and locked away. He wasn’t the extroversive type. Still, Dante hoped that his willingness to do this would impress him. He hoped he earned his respect.

Without saying a word, Seth pricked him and drove the long needle inside him. Dante softly hissed. He felt the needle break the tender skin, soon traveling down the piss hole of his cock. But he didn’t tell Seth to stop. Instead, he lifted his head to watch the needle descend further into him. He saw the thin line of metal gleam under the candles’ light until it disappeared as his moist penis absorbed the needle.

One of Dante’s hands clutched the mattress. Buddha, his body was shuddering. He couldn’t control it. The further the needle went inside his cock, the more he shook. His heart raced, furious and alive, while his cheeks flushed harsh red. Forehead growing moist, Dante tried to breathe.

“Oh god, Seth…” Dante panted and trembled. “Shit…”

“Shh…” Seth quieted him. “Almost there… It’s almost in there…”

Moaning, Dante’s eyes rolled back. He shut them tightly, wanting to sustain a climax that threatened to rip him apart. Mater Christi. It was a shame he hadn’t done this before. When he was younger he had heard of guys jacking off with a letter opener crammed deep into their piss hole. The idea of doing it to himself, though, sounded strange and horrifying. Now he wondered how he lived without it.

“Almost there…” Seth repeated.

Seth continued penetrating his cock with the rest of the syringe. However, Dante’s uncontrollable trembling forced him to hold his shaft still. A spurt of blood emerged from the fresh wound he made with the needle. Seth bent down and licked up the speck of blood, savoring its metallic-like taste.

Dante breathed loudly now, his knees wobbling now. The groans that escaped his lips echoed throughout the room, eventually gaining volume and traveling down hallways. Dante didn’t care if his sounds upset the druggies and drunks in the building. All that mattered was this dark and small room; a place that smelled of piss and methane and sexual heat.

Seth paused. The needle was fully inside Dante now, straight down to the hilt of the syringe. He took delight in seeing Dante overwhelmed; watched him tremble and moan like a whore. He waited until the other man opened his eyes to look up at him. When Dante finally did, he injected his blood into the very stiff cock.

“Ah…!” Dante threw back his head, violently convulsing.

Seth’s action sent him spiraling out of control. His blood felt liquid hot, immediately scorching his insides. Dante both yelled and laughed at the same time. He enjoyed this brand, new feeling; this release. Even if Seth’s blood erupted and burned his insides, the pain brought him immeasurable satisfaction. Never had he encountered this wonder before. It was painful and pleasurable; absurd yet beautiful.

Seth was a part of him now, his life’s essence forever imprinted into him. Seth penetrated him in the most perverse manner and now he was made whole. His blood intertwined with his. His lust became theirs. They were connected, forever.

Veins popping from the back of his hands, Dante clutched the mattress even tighter as his body struggled to repair the damage. Seth’s blood was like acid, burning through his veins and tissue. Had the Animal given it to a human, he or she would’ve died long ago. Dante wasn’t concerned for his own well-being, however. Enthralled, he felt wave after wave of heat rush down his body, creating a chain of orgasms that whacked his body over and over again.

“How do you feel?” he heard Seth ask a while later.

“This is incredible…” he barely whispered back, still shaking. Exhilarated, Dante stared up at the ceiling and then at him. “Oh god… I… I don’t want this to stop…”

In came another orgasm and Dante groaned once more.

“Your face…” Seth started slowly, “It’s both a mixture of agony and bliss. It’s beautiful.”

Dante shuddered, grinding his teeth.

Nearly half an hour later, Dante’s body started to relax again. The final orgasm swept through him and lingered for a few moments before fading away. As it did, Seth extracted the needle from him. Dante wanted to tell him to inject it again but was enjoying the end his orgasm too much to find his voice. Surprise, however, flickered across his face when both of Seth’s Dobermans approached the bed and bent their heads down. They licked off the beads of blood and cum from his slick cock.

Seth laughed at Dante’s bewildered face.

“Don’t look so surprised, Dante, we’re all animals,” he told him, stroking the backs of his canines as they continued their licking. “In the end, we all fuck the same way.”

Dante didn’t know how to respond to that. He sucked on his lip when the dogs lapped him faster.

“They like you,” Seth stated as matter-of-fact. “They recognize the animal within. Perhaps one day, you will show me it.”

Dante halfway closed his eyes. Calm and deeply aroused, he lay against the mattress again. One of his hands drifted down to pet one of the canines licking his cock. He drew the other hand up to his mouth and tore the skin off the wrist with his teeth. A stream of crimson blood spurted outward.

“Your turn,” Dante whispered with a sigh, showing Seth his bloody wrist. “Take me in you…”

Seth’s eyes went wild with hunger, his pitch-black pupils growing small. His reaction was a sharp contrast to his usually calm demeanor. Then again, he was the Animal, the man who craved a lot of unnatural things. Seth slipped by Dante’s side, pressing his entire nude body against his. He took Dante’s blood-soaked hand and drenched his mouth with it.

For the rest of the night, Dante lost himself. He embraced the animal qualities Seth spoke of and they took turns connecting in otherworldly methods.
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