Thread: [ king of yaoi + aeichii ] Ouch.

? ? ? To The ? u d Of ? That ? ? My Waking ? Mmm. A nice dreamless rest. Ah yes, he had decided upon napping while waiting for the other to return, his body twisted in the soft fabric that swiftly wound it way around his limbs. Head resting softly against the cloud pillows of his as he slipped into a tasteless slumber. Nothing penetrated his mind as he let his body lay, bandages wrapped tightly around his waist and arms. Long ago they had wrapped his full body, well from his neck down in these bandages- keeping him wound in an endless cycle of helplessness while confined to the insanity that drummed inside. Voices, urges, desires flooded his mind while in a weakened state. Then he snapped, breaking forth to destroy everything before him. That had been what had happened that landed him in the asylum in the first place, body thrown back and forth across an alley- with each toss a limb was found being stuffed down his throat. Hunger rode in his eyes as they took him down and hauled him away. Now years after with rehabilitation, they believe the man with long white hair had been corrected. Fixed to the point that no errors rode in his soul, but they were wrong. Horribly wrong. Those months of waiting to be freed, he had feigned it all. Now he was free once more and even more horribly bent by the things he had seen. Not something for the faint of heart, one would be assured of the torturous chaos he was placed in. Cell walls of white that were carved into his mind, it was as if those walls had stole his color. Leaving him with white hair, a pale complexion and soulless silver eyes. Eyes that many would have claimed a demon possessed, they were half right. He was no true human anymore, but it didn't seem to matter to him. Slowly tossing to one side of his large bed, his eyes creaked open- a brush of red flickering against his lenses from the light as the other's word had woken him up. How long had he been sleeping? Frankly he wasn't sure, nor did he really care if he'd sleep the rest of the day away that is, until the other came in. Tongue rolling over his lips, he slowly rose- eyes bleeding out from their sockets like some sort of devil in human's clothing. Rising to his feet, one would see that the devil wore long lithe white jeans that rode up to his hips, baring holding to the bare bones that held the underweight individual's body in place. A belt would have been in order, but Bakuya never thought of wearing the damn things unless he was able to loosen then from his waist quickly as a substitute whip. Anything to see the pain in another's eyes, specifically the eyes of Aiko- the little pink faerie who seemed to flutter to him like a moth to the flame. It was inviting, but all the same just another way for him to get his cravings in from the smaller child that he held close while trying to tear apart. Licking his lips once more, he slowly came out from his bedroom, the same room the two would share virtually every night. Curling up to the other after bashing him several times at the point where his own energy would leave him, he seemed to act positively docile. The other would no better. Even when a weakness was shown, it was usually meant to lure the other closer. Turning his eyes to the other whom had returned, he couldn't help but let a nasty smile slip onto his lips. Slowly he drew up to the other, only moving at said pace from the fact that he had just woken up. Once there, he slung an arm around the other's torso- pulling him into his side where he swiftly went to bite down into the other's neck. Not much thought to this as he tasted the boy's blood, drawing it in like a hungry beast that hadn't been fed in days. After the initial crunch of bone and blood vessel, he started to lap at the other's neck, taking in the sweet liquid- light eyes prying towards the other's face to see his expression. Not every day he would greet the other like this, to say he was in a bad mood was to say that he was about ready to toss the other out the window No, he was too content at the moment from the iron taste of aiko's blood. Breakfast or lunch, whichever time of day- it didn't matter. He was getting his bloodthirsty fill now with the other's neck. listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu B . A . K . U . Y . A . ? G . I . N .