It's late ... at least midnight. But this is the only time I can do this otherwise my brother would be here and my whole plan would be ruined. Now, at least I knew that Shannon was sleep, sound asleep, and he would be right where I want him to be.

Sure, I'm taking advantage of the kid. I'm taking advantage of the fact he just broke up with his boyfriend of three years. I'm taking advantage that he's home alone. And most of all I'm taking advantage of the fact he's had a pathetic little crush on me ever since he was fucking twelve.

Sure, taking advantage, right. But ever since we got teamed together again, the love I origionally had for this man was quickly turned to lust. Overbearing lust that I couldn't control if I wanted. Not that I want to. Finally, I'll be able to take him the way I want and he can do nothing about it.

I slowly push open the back door to his house. He had given me the key a while back and I never had to use it until now. All of the lights were off, except for the one little one he kept on in the kitchen and the one in the bedroom. I knew my way around this house probably better than him.

I could hear the sounds of the radio playing lightly and I could tell that he was sleeping. He kept the t.v on until he got into bed, then he turned on the radio. Pushing open his bedroom door lightly and readjusting the bag on my shoulder, I see his lithe form tucked under his blankets.

I shuddered involuntarily. God, he looked gorgeous in his sleep. I set the bag down on the end of the bed. The motion didn't wake him, so I knew he was sound asleep. Good, just the way I'd need him. I took the ties from my bag and gently tied his wrists and ankles, making sure he was trussed good enough.

I went through my bag again and picked up the small leather whip. Swinging it back behind my head highly, then bringing it down harshly against the skin of his chest, I'm delighted to hear his scream ringing out. He looks around quickly, trying to figure out what is going on until he notices me standing at the end of the bed.

He opens his mouth to speak again, then I place my hand over his lips and shake my head. There was no way he would call for help until I say he is going to. There's a gag in my bag as well and I keep my hand in place until I dig it from the bag.

"Quiet, Shannon." I whisper, my voice is already husky with lust just at the sight of him tied up for me.

I quickly gag Shannon, cutting any screms off he might have had. The look in his eyes instantly makes me hard and needy. He looks terrified and it turns me on something fierce. I want nothing more to do than plunge into him right away, but I've waited so long, I can at least make this last.

He continues struggling against his restraints as I dig through my bag and get the various things I feel like using. A small blade, a razor, a candle, a lighter, and some heating liquid. I shiver again ... damn all I want is him and now.

His breathing speeds heavily when he notices what I've gotten. The look on his face instantly asks why the hell I'm doing this. He knows why ... he might even want this more than I do. I doubt it, but it might be a possibility. I see the way he looks at me.

I can't take it anymore, I just have to be near him. I slowly climb onto the bed and between his outspread legs. He tries to bring his hands in again, but they are instantly jerked back by the ties. I chuckle lightly, picking up the small blade. I lick the blade, then run it lightly over his neck.

Shannon jerks slightly, causing the blade to poke at him. A small trickle of blood runs down his neck and the sheer sight makes me need more. the blade reaches his chest, leaving a light red line on his neck. I put the small blade down and pick up the razor.

He's nearly temourous he's shaking so bad, but something in his eyes is telling me that he likes this, too. I quickly take the razor and slice at his chest. He arcs his back, his scream muffled, as the red blood instantly rushes over and out of the cut I've made. I make another slash, then another.

God, he's beautiful. I lean down and lap at the blood, tasting it needily. Coppery. I take another toungeful of blood and lick down his face before swallowing. I've left a trail of his own blood on his face and it shimmers and mises with the few tears he's shed already.

The razor slips from my fingers and I pick up the candle and lighter. His eyes widen and he must know what I'm thinking of. I light the candle, waiting and watching the flame until enough wax is gathered that I think is right. I carefully tetter the candle over Shannon's chest. He inhales quickly, watching the flame as well.

I tip it in a jerk causing the bright red wax to mix with the blood of the razor cuts. He yowls in pain as some of it gets in them, but once again it's muffled. I grab him by his hair and tear the gag from his mouth.

"GET OFF OF ME!" he yells immediately.

I shake my head, chuckling. I take the candle again and pour the rest of the gathered wax onto his chest, sure to hit his neck and a few of the raxored skin. He screams again and I shudder. The sound is like kryptonite to me, I need to be in him. Now.

I find the heating liquid and pour some onto my fingers, the heat automatically there. I nearly moan at that alone and I can hardly imagine what it must feel like inside his body. I move his legs to spread lightly and put my knees there to hold them open.

I lubricate myself quickly, not bothering to even think about preparing him. I want him to scream and bleed and yell out my name, screaming for me to stop. I want to feel the ultimate heat. I yank his hips up and angle myself before trusting into his body as much as I could with one hard push.

He was so tight I could only get half in on the first thrust, but his scream ricochetting off the walls egged me on and even before he was done with the first scream, I had plunged in fully. He was so tight around my length I didn't even think I could move.

But I finally got control of myself and begin a fast pace of trusting. He can't stop screaming and the sound is like music to me. A hellish symphony that eggs me on forever. I grasp his hips tightly. My hormones are quickly taking control. Soon, he quits screaming and the moans started to take over his voice.

He groaned loudly as I angled my thrusts. I felt the spongey tissue of his prostate and he groaned again, thrusting back against me harshly. He tried to bring his legs around my waist and I found enough control to slice off the ties of his ankles. He quickly brought his legs around me waist, causing me to thrust even deeper, even though I didn't think it was possible.

I started crying out lightly as I speeded up my thrusts. I was so close to coming, I didn't think I could even think about it. Shannon was groaning, too.

"Matt, please ..."

I chuckled lightly through the haze of my brain and grasped his cock in my hand, pumping him at the same speed as my thrusts. I quickly felt myself tightening as my hot fluid flodded his small body. I shuddered, gasping and digging my nails into his hips. Shannon soon errupted after I did and I gained enough control to take advantage.

I leaned his head slightly to the side, flashed my cuspids and quickly sunk them into his jugular. I drank deeply as Shannon moaned, gasping at the slight pain. He promptly passed out as I wiped my mouth and my cuspids returned to their normal size. In the morning, he would be my childe. I finally had him.

{FIN}