Let's Kill Tonight (A Nightmare) Part 1
Lucian Crowley never slept very well, too troubled by his waking thoughts. When he did manage to get some sleep, he found himself trapped in various horrifying nightmares. His sister, Julianna Crowley, and boyfriend, Cooper Anderson, star in this particular nightmare. Each are killed, at his hand.
I do not claim to own the idea of Julianna Crowley nor Cooper Anderson. The song is "Let's Kill Tonight" by Panic! At the Disco.
Warnings: graphic murder, poisoning with arsenic, slight d/s quality sex, vampire-like qualities (craving and drinking blood).
Lucian sat on his bed, his legs crossed, feet stuffed under his butt, and some upbeat music playing on the radio at his bedside. He was toying with one of his larger knives, just playing with it a little bit. He picked up the cloth he had placed beside him, lathered in knife cleanser, and stroked the blade lovingly. His mouth twitched up into a little smirk as the metal began to glisten and gleam, winking up at him as it caught the light. He gave a small chuckle as he thought about his plans. He was scheming a dark plot, filled with tragic endings and plenty of blood. He couldn’t get the sticky substance out of his mind, like it was a drug and he was addicted. Blood was to him as coke was to a crackhead. He craved it and his hands shook like he was on withdrawal. He was on on withdrawal. But that could be easily fixed.
Craving just a little taste, unable to help himself, he pressed just the tip into the inside of his wrist, pressing down and watching the skin there turn a pasty white before giving way. Red bubbled to the surface and he watched it for a moment as it started to fall down the length of his arm, crawling along it and moving around the course hair that stood in its way. His stomach rumbled, almost as if he were hungry, and he brought his mouth down to slide his tongue along the rough skin, feeling bumps at certain places where other cuts had been before, or needles were poked into to inject illegal substances. He moaned quietly at the copper taste, but his own blood wasn’t enough. He needed more before his craving could be properly fed.
May your feet serve you well
And the rest be sent to Hell
Where they always have belonged
Cold hearts
Eagerly, he lapped up the little bit of blood that was caught on the knife, careful not to slice his tongue. The little cut was so tiny that it didn’t require being stopped up, having already stopped on its own. He stood, his ears perking up at the sounds of feet moving around just down the hall. He tucked the knife into his back pocket and put a smile on his face, walking towards the source of the noises, his senses picking up on the clear pounding of living, breathing blood pumping through purple veins at a soft and steady pace, calm and relaxed. It was nice that way, but he preferred the way it sped up and spiked with fear. He would purposefully draw it out so he could taste that terror once he was finished, watch it play out before him; dinner and a show.
His knuckles rapped against the door with soft little taps and he smiled with satisfaction as Julianna called him in. Licking his lips to rid them of any residual blood, he turned the shiny, brass knob and let himself in. “Hey there, J Bird,” he greeted, his facial expression easy and lax, moving to sit on the bed beside her, bouncing slightly as it morphed to fit his weight. Sad music played from the stereo in the corner and books were spread out in front of her, though she looked like she hadn’t actually been reading them. “Still troubled?” he inquired, his eyebrows pulled down with concern.
She bit her lip, glancing away from him, but he was greeted with the beautiful sight of her red, red lips turning a pretty pale as the blood rushed else place. Though it was his sister, he could help but feel arousal spark at the sight. Their blood-relation slipped his mind for a moment, or perhaps it didn’t. The fact that they shared blood caused something new to shift in him, like something was setting into place, a missing puzzle piece found but he had yet to put it alongside the others. Her teeth left the skin and blood filled the previously emptied space, making his breath catch in his throat only momentarily. “Of course, brother, but it’s nothing you need to worry about,” she assured in a soft voice, giving him her best smile, love clear in her face. Her eyes finally met his and she frowned slightly. “Are you alright, Lucian? You seem a little… flushed. Like you just ran a marathon or something.”
Colder songs
They will play us out
With a song of pure romance
Stomp your feet and clap your hands
“No need to get yourself worried,” he replied in a soothing tone, his hand nonchalantly slipping into his back pocket. He needed this, wanted this, craved this with such a fiery passion that pumped through him just like the sweet, sweet blood in her pretty little veins, settled just beneath the skin. Quickly, he allowed his eyes to roam over the jugular in her throat, that large vein protruding just slightly. That was where he would cut first. “You trust me, don’t you?” he murmured, his eyes once again locked with Julianna’s. “You must trust me,” he urged, his eyes darkened to something demonic.
“L-Lucian…” Her voice had taken on a shaky quality, uncertain and frightened, her blood beginning to pound and the sound hit his ears like a drum beat. He was sure he could pick out a song from memory and sing along to the musical background, had his stomach not begin to growl again. Her eyes were wide with a hesitant fear, because this was her brother in front of her and she could not yet fear him completely, like she would with a stranger. “I… I trust you,” she whispered, the sound just barely hitting his ear drum.
At that, he lunged forward, shoving her back into the bed. Before she could scream, he grabbed up one pillow and shoved it against her face, muffling her yells of shock and panic. Her blood was truly beginning to pump and race with that delicious adrenaline and he could feel it now, racing beneath his body because of him. Her entire form started to tremble and he could hear clear sobs from beneath the obstacle on top of her face, her hands clawing madly at his arms but it didn’t phase him. He flicked the blade out and cut smoothly along her pretty, white throat. Blood spurted immediately, greeting him with a warm splash to the face. He felt it drip down his cheeks and onto his lips and he licked it up like a starving man, offered the first water he had seen in weeks. His grin was large and sadistic as he moved in hungrily, wrapping his lips around the opening and pulling out what blood that he could get to, slurping it into his mouth like pulling water through a straw.
Julianna’s body was quickly beginning to weaken as more and more blood was drained from her system, sucked into his harsh lips and through his digestive system. He heard a pathetic gurgling sound and lifted the pillow from her face, finally pulling away once he had had his fill. The younger girl was laid out before him, her skin quickly draining of any sign of life, her eyes dulled. Red seeped from the corner of her lip and, because he’d always had a flair for the dramatics, he leaned in and kissed her, tasting the fluid and smearing it onto her lips like a harsh red lipstick to cover the way they had begun to pale. The puzzle piece finally clicked into place as he tasted the divine red wine of her lips.
Let’s kill tonight!
Kill tonight!
Show them all you’re not the ordinary type
Let’s kill tonight!
Kill tonight!
“Strip for me,” Lucian commanded randomly, watching Cooper sit at his usual place in the living room of the Anderson residence. They were watching some comedy that he had not been paying attention to, merely laughing at the points in which his boyfriend did. His eyes had been settled on the man he was set on loving to greatest measure. Something so far beyond what most couples could even dream of reaching. That night was the night when everything would take hold and he would finally show how much he truly loved for the man sitting across from him.
Startled, Cooper glanced over at him, his eyes wide. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to protest, but he was quick to give him that look he had reserved for him and him alone. He gazed down at him, though their eyes were set at the same height, a look of utter dominance on his face. It was that expression with which he always brought him to his knees. In this particular instance, it brought him to his feet, his eyes downcast in submission. His strong fingers picked hurriedly at the buttons and Lucian commanded him to slow down, wanting to fully appreciate every patch of skin that was revealed to his hungered gaze. He watched intently as the button-down was released from his body, sliding over his muscled arms and fluttering to the ground. The wings at his back were now visible, shuffling slightly with clear embarrassment. Next went his pants, the zipper falling undone agonizingly slow and then his underwear was tossed to the floor.
Now entirely naked under his darkened eyes, he drank in everything about his lover for probably the millionth time, his cock hardening in his jeans. His eyes were the same, beautiful blue they had always been, his skin flushed red with arousal and a light shame at standing so bare before the gaze of another human being. Tonight, there would be a slight change in the scenery, once they were done with their little game. His eyes would no longer hold that brightness of life and his skin would be pale like a porcelain doll. The thought brought another spur of excitement to his abdomen and he glanced back to his face with an encouraging smile. “Good angel,” he praised, standing from where he’d been laying out on the couch. “Upstairs now.” He waited for Cooper to rush off in front of him, always so eager to please. His wings fluttered slightly every now and then, set alive with nerves.
You are the moonlight of my life every night
Giving all my love to you
My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles ‘til I found you
I’m here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
I’m sending all my love to you.
They entered his room and, at his master’s orders, he got onto the bed, on his hands and knees, his ass presented to Lucian. His posture was picture perfect- back arched just so, pert buttocks jutted into the air, his had hung forward, rested onto his arms. Aside from kneeling with his head bowed, this was as submissive as sexual positions got. It showed him that he knew perfectly well just who was the master and who was the sub.
Taking his sweet time, knowing that he had to make this the best for it was, indeed, the last, he caressed and touched every ounce of his body once his clothes were shed. He draped his body over his back, careful of the downy wings that were flattened to it, like a blanket, so he could reach around the man easier. He listened to the way his breathing slowly quickened, moving from making small little murmurs of contentment to whimpering sounds of need. He kept everything soft and gentle, something that they hadn’t done enough, because tonight was the night he showed just how much he truly loved him.
Cooper was beginning to beg for him by the time he had moved down to his thighs, worshiping the tender skin, and Lucian was quick to hush him. “Do you trust me?” A quick affirmation could be heard, ringing out in the room, a moan wrapping around it in a sweet caress. “Then trust that I will give you what you need, my sweet angel.” He waited for his nod, wanting to be positive that he understood, before he returned to his careful ministrations, loving each and ever portion of his skin.
Moving down and up each leg once, he was brought back to the beautiful swell of his ass cheeks, round and soft to the touch with a bit of firmness. He cupped each one in one hand, kneading into them for a moment before he pressed them apart, moving in to kiss the puckered hole. He licked the pink area, so forbidden and dirty, and listened to his desperate cries. The teasing had turned him into a writhing mess of pleasure, so much so that the wetness of his tongue at a place so sensitive drove him mad. He drew back momentarily and blew on the place he had dampened, causing a shiver to rack through his body. Carefully, he strengthened his tongue, pointing it, and pressed inside, tasting the clean darkness and filling up the taboo place.
Once his asshole was properly loosened, having used a few, lubed up fingers to aid his tongue, he slid slowly into his lover, keeping his hips controlled and endlessly teasing. “Cooper,” he groaned out in pure pleasure, feeling the tight heat engulfing him and the way Cooper’s body twitched and writhed beneath him. His fingers threaded soothingly through his wings, to calm the pleas that were bubbling at his lips, silently reminding the man that he would give him what he needed. He resumed his moaning and whimpers and Lucian pulled his hips backwards, unsheathing his cock almost completely, before he pressed back in, moaning at the lack of resistance. His hole seemed pleased to swallow him up and take everything he was willing to feed it.
With every breath that I am worth
Here on Earth
I’m sending all my love to you.
So if you dare to second guess
You can rest assured
That all my love’s for you
Their intimate love-making continued as such, soft and loving and gentle and sweet, the entire world closing off so it was nothing but the pair and their undying love for one another. At one point, unable to stand not look into his beautiful eyes any longer, Lucian pulled out completely and urged him to flip over before thrusting back into him. He brought his arms up to grasp underneath his armpits, his hands resting at his shoulders. Automatically, Cooper wrapped his own arms around his neck. The position was so calm and romantic, their eyes wide open and their bodies moving in one, slow rocking motion. There was no urgency in the air, only a need for that passion and closeness.
The master leaned in the rest of the way to press a determined kiss to his lips as his sub came with one last thrust. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice completely awed as he watched the pleasure cover his face, though his eyes never shut. His mouth fell open around a silent ‘o’ of pleasure, looking directly into his eyes. He thrust a few more times, working himself slowly to the edge, and Cooper whispered, “I love you too,” as he came, filling the man’s ass with his release. He fell on top of him, a heap of boneless matter, unable to move for the time being. He was brought in close, their game of dominance and subordinance now over and done with, arms wrapped around his waist and holding him tight.
They napped peacefully for an hour, sleeping off their post-orgasmic high and regenerating their bodies. Lucian awoke first, wakening his lover with kisses and sweet touches. “How does a little wine sound, Angel?” he questioned with a small smile, his eyes bright with such a pure love. Cooper nodded sleepily, snuggling back into the bed as he left to pour the pair two glasses of the special red wine he had brought from home. There was only enough for the two of them, and it was spiked with arsenic.
“Drink up,” he encouraged his lover as he reclaimed his spot in the man’s embrace, clinking his wine glass to the others. They drank the bitter liquid at the same time, both holding equal amounts of the store-bought liquor and the lethal poison, swallowing it all down and feeling it rush through their system. Laying back down together, cuddled in a warm embrace, they shared last sweet words until their breathing evened out, slowing until it came to a complete stop, death having always been the greatest form of love.
My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles ‘til I found you
I’m here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
Did I ever make it through?
Just before his death in his dream, Lucian jolted awake, his heart beating fast and heavy, gripping at the sheets around him like he needed some kind of life-line to hold him there; like he had actually drunk the poison and it was soon to take his life. Thoughts of his sister, bloody and pale and dead, drove him to checking on the girl, unable to calm his breathing until he was certain that both of the people who had died in his dream were alive. He silently pressed open her door and gave a great sigh of relief when Julianna was fast asleep on her bed. He moved out and down the hallway, grabbing his cell phone and checking the time as he was unlocking it to call Cooper. Heaving a great sigh as he realized it was only four in the morning, he sent out a text- I love you, Angel, hoping for him to find it when he woke up- hoping that he would wake up- and set about finding something to take his mind off of the terrifying dream he’d had.
I do not claim to own the idea of Julianna Crowley nor Cooper Anderson. The song is "Let's Kill Tonight" by Panic! At the Disco.
Warnings: graphic murder, poisoning with arsenic, slight d/s quality sex, vampire-like qualities (craving and drinking blood).
Lucian sat on his bed, his legs crossed, feet stuffed under his butt, and some upbeat music playing on the radio at his bedside. He was toying with one of his larger knives, just playing with it a little bit. He picked up the cloth he had placed beside him, lathered in knife cleanser, and stroked the blade lovingly. His mouth twitched up into a little smirk as the metal began to glisten and gleam, winking up at him as it caught the light. He gave a small chuckle as he thought about his plans. He was scheming a dark plot, filled with tragic endings and plenty of blood. He couldn’t get the sticky substance out of his mind, like it was a drug and he was addicted. Blood was to him as coke was to a crackhead. He craved it and his hands shook like he was on withdrawal. He was on on withdrawal. But that could be easily fixed.
Craving just a little taste, unable to help himself, he pressed just the tip into the inside of his wrist, pressing down and watching the skin there turn a pasty white before giving way. Red bubbled to the surface and he watched it for a moment as it started to fall down the length of his arm, crawling along it and moving around the course hair that stood in its way. His stomach rumbled, almost as if he were hungry, and he brought his mouth down to slide his tongue along the rough skin, feeling bumps at certain places where other cuts had been before, or needles were poked into to inject illegal substances. He moaned quietly at the copper taste, but his own blood wasn’t enough. He needed more before his craving could be properly fed.
May your feet serve you well
And the rest be sent to Hell
Where they always have belonged
Cold hearts
Eagerly, he lapped up the little bit of blood that was caught on the knife, careful not to slice his tongue. The little cut was so tiny that it didn’t require being stopped up, having already stopped on its own. He stood, his ears perking up at the sounds of feet moving around just down the hall. He tucked the knife into his back pocket and put a smile on his face, walking towards the source of the noises, his senses picking up on the clear pounding of living, breathing blood pumping through purple veins at a soft and steady pace, calm and relaxed. It was nice that way, but he preferred the way it sped up and spiked with fear. He would purposefully draw it out so he could taste that terror once he was finished, watch it play out before him; dinner and a show.
His knuckles rapped against the door with soft little taps and he smiled with satisfaction as Julianna called him in. Licking his lips to rid them of any residual blood, he turned the shiny, brass knob and let himself in. “Hey there, J Bird,” he greeted, his facial expression easy and lax, moving to sit on the bed beside her, bouncing slightly as it morphed to fit his weight. Sad music played from the stereo in the corner and books were spread out in front of her, though she looked like she hadn’t actually been reading them. “Still troubled?” he inquired, his eyebrows pulled down with concern.
She bit her lip, glancing away from him, but he was greeted with the beautiful sight of her red, red lips turning a pretty pale as the blood rushed else place. Though it was his sister, he could help but feel arousal spark at the sight. Their blood-relation slipped his mind for a moment, or perhaps it didn’t. The fact that they shared blood caused something new to shift in him, like something was setting into place, a missing puzzle piece found but he had yet to put it alongside the others. Her teeth left the skin and blood filled the previously emptied space, making his breath catch in his throat only momentarily. “Of course, brother, but it’s nothing you need to worry about,” she assured in a soft voice, giving him her best smile, love clear in her face. Her eyes finally met his and she frowned slightly. “Are you alright, Lucian? You seem a little… flushed. Like you just ran a marathon or something.”
Colder songs
They will play us out
With a song of pure romance
Stomp your feet and clap your hands
“No need to get yourself worried,” he replied in a soothing tone, his hand nonchalantly slipping into his back pocket. He needed this, wanted this, craved this with such a fiery passion that pumped through him just like the sweet, sweet blood in her pretty little veins, settled just beneath the skin. Quickly, he allowed his eyes to roam over the jugular in her throat, that large vein protruding just slightly. That was where he would cut first. “You trust me, don’t you?” he murmured, his eyes once again locked with Julianna’s. “You must trust me,” he urged, his eyes darkened to something demonic.
“L-Lucian…” Her voice had taken on a shaky quality, uncertain and frightened, her blood beginning to pound and the sound hit his ears like a drum beat. He was sure he could pick out a song from memory and sing along to the musical background, had his stomach not begin to growl again. Her eyes were wide with a hesitant fear, because this was her brother in front of her and she could not yet fear him completely, like she would with a stranger. “I… I trust you,” she whispered, the sound just barely hitting his ear drum.
At that, he lunged forward, shoving her back into the bed. Before she could scream, he grabbed up one pillow and shoved it against her face, muffling her yells of shock and panic. Her blood was truly beginning to pump and race with that delicious adrenaline and he could feel it now, racing beneath his body because of him. Her entire form started to tremble and he could hear clear sobs from beneath the obstacle on top of her face, her hands clawing madly at his arms but it didn’t phase him. He flicked the blade out and cut smoothly along her pretty, white throat. Blood spurted immediately, greeting him with a warm splash to the face. He felt it drip down his cheeks and onto his lips and he licked it up like a starving man, offered the first water he had seen in weeks. His grin was large and sadistic as he moved in hungrily, wrapping his lips around the opening and pulling out what blood that he could get to, slurping it into his mouth like pulling water through a straw.
Julianna’s body was quickly beginning to weaken as more and more blood was drained from her system, sucked into his harsh lips and through his digestive system. He heard a pathetic gurgling sound and lifted the pillow from her face, finally pulling away once he had had his fill. The younger girl was laid out before him, her skin quickly draining of any sign of life, her eyes dulled. Red seeped from the corner of her lip and, because he’d always had a flair for the dramatics, he leaned in and kissed her, tasting the fluid and smearing it onto her lips like a harsh red lipstick to cover the way they had begun to pale. The puzzle piece finally clicked into place as he tasted the divine red wine of her lips.
Let’s kill tonight!
Kill tonight!
Show them all you’re not the ordinary type
Let’s kill tonight!
Kill tonight!
“Strip for me,” Lucian commanded randomly, watching Cooper sit at his usual place in the living room of the Anderson residence. They were watching some comedy that he had not been paying attention to, merely laughing at the points in which his boyfriend did. His eyes had been settled on the man he was set on loving to greatest measure. Something so far beyond what most couples could even dream of reaching. That night was the night when everything would take hold and he would finally show how much he truly loved for the man sitting across from him.
Startled, Cooper glanced over at him, his eyes wide. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to protest, but he was quick to give him that look he had reserved for him and him alone. He gazed down at him, though their eyes were set at the same height, a look of utter dominance on his face. It was that expression with which he always brought him to his knees. In this particular instance, it brought him to his feet, his eyes downcast in submission. His strong fingers picked hurriedly at the buttons and Lucian commanded him to slow down, wanting to fully appreciate every patch of skin that was revealed to his hungered gaze. He watched intently as the button-down was released from his body, sliding over his muscled arms and fluttering to the ground. The wings at his back were now visible, shuffling slightly with clear embarrassment. Next went his pants, the zipper falling undone agonizingly slow and then his underwear was tossed to the floor.
Now entirely naked under his darkened eyes, he drank in everything about his lover for probably the millionth time, his cock hardening in his jeans. His eyes were the same, beautiful blue they had always been, his skin flushed red with arousal and a light shame at standing so bare before the gaze of another human being. Tonight, there would be a slight change in the scenery, once they were done with their little game. His eyes would no longer hold that brightness of life and his skin would be pale like a porcelain doll. The thought brought another spur of excitement to his abdomen and he glanced back to his face with an encouraging smile. “Good angel,” he praised, standing from where he’d been laying out on the couch. “Upstairs now.” He waited for Cooper to rush off in front of him, always so eager to please. His wings fluttered slightly every now and then, set alive with nerves.
You are the moonlight of my life every night
Giving all my love to you
My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles ‘til I found you
I’m here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
I’m sending all my love to you.
They entered his room and, at his master’s orders, he got onto the bed, on his hands and knees, his ass presented to Lucian. His posture was picture perfect- back arched just so, pert buttocks jutted into the air, his had hung forward, rested onto his arms. Aside from kneeling with his head bowed, this was as submissive as sexual positions got. It showed him that he knew perfectly well just who was the master and who was the sub.
Taking his sweet time, knowing that he had to make this the best for it was, indeed, the last, he caressed and touched every ounce of his body once his clothes were shed. He draped his body over his back, careful of the downy wings that were flattened to it, like a blanket, so he could reach around the man easier. He listened to the way his breathing slowly quickened, moving from making small little murmurs of contentment to whimpering sounds of need. He kept everything soft and gentle, something that they hadn’t done enough, because tonight was the night he showed just how much he truly loved him.
Cooper was beginning to beg for him by the time he had moved down to his thighs, worshiping the tender skin, and Lucian was quick to hush him. “Do you trust me?” A quick affirmation could be heard, ringing out in the room, a moan wrapping around it in a sweet caress. “Then trust that I will give you what you need, my sweet angel.” He waited for his nod, wanting to be positive that he understood, before he returned to his careful ministrations, loving each and ever portion of his skin.
Moving down and up each leg once, he was brought back to the beautiful swell of his ass cheeks, round and soft to the touch with a bit of firmness. He cupped each one in one hand, kneading into them for a moment before he pressed them apart, moving in to kiss the puckered hole. He licked the pink area, so forbidden and dirty, and listened to his desperate cries. The teasing had turned him into a writhing mess of pleasure, so much so that the wetness of his tongue at a place so sensitive drove him mad. He drew back momentarily and blew on the place he had dampened, causing a shiver to rack through his body. Carefully, he strengthened his tongue, pointing it, and pressed inside, tasting the clean darkness and filling up the taboo place.
Once his asshole was properly loosened, having used a few, lubed up fingers to aid his tongue, he slid slowly into his lover, keeping his hips controlled and endlessly teasing. “Cooper,” he groaned out in pure pleasure, feeling the tight heat engulfing him and the way Cooper’s body twitched and writhed beneath him. His fingers threaded soothingly through his wings, to calm the pleas that were bubbling at his lips, silently reminding the man that he would give him what he needed. He resumed his moaning and whimpers and Lucian pulled his hips backwards, unsheathing his cock almost completely, before he pressed back in, moaning at the lack of resistance. His hole seemed pleased to swallow him up and take everything he was willing to feed it.
With every breath that I am worth
Here on Earth
I’m sending all my love to you.
So if you dare to second guess
You can rest assured
That all my love’s for you
Their intimate love-making continued as such, soft and loving and gentle and sweet, the entire world closing off so it was nothing but the pair and their undying love for one another. At one point, unable to stand not look into his beautiful eyes any longer, Lucian pulled out completely and urged him to flip over before thrusting back into him. He brought his arms up to grasp underneath his armpits, his hands resting at his shoulders. Automatically, Cooper wrapped his own arms around his neck. The position was so calm and romantic, their eyes wide open and their bodies moving in one, slow rocking motion. There was no urgency in the air, only a need for that passion and closeness.
The master leaned in the rest of the way to press a determined kiss to his lips as his sub came with one last thrust. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice completely awed as he watched the pleasure cover his face, though his eyes never shut. His mouth fell open around a silent ‘o’ of pleasure, looking directly into his eyes. He thrust a few more times, working himself slowly to the edge, and Cooper whispered, “I love you too,” as he came, filling the man’s ass with his release. He fell on top of him, a heap of boneless matter, unable to move for the time being. He was brought in close, their game of dominance and subordinance now over and done with, arms wrapped around his waist and holding him tight.
They napped peacefully for an hour, sleeping off their post-orgasmic high and regenerating their bodies. Lucian awoke first, wakening his lover with kisses and sweet touches. “How does a little wine sound, Angel?” he questioned with a small smile, his eyes bright with such a pure love. Cooper nodded sleepily, snuggling back into the bed as he left to pour the pair two glasses of the special red wine he had brought from home. There was only enough for the two of them, and it was spiked with arsenic.
“Drink up,” he encouraged his lover as he reclaimed his spot in the man’s embrace, clinking his wine glass to the others. They drank the bitter liquid at the same time, both holding equal amounts of the store-bought liquor and the lethal poison, swallowing it all down and feeling it rush through their system. Laying back down together, cuddled in a warm embrace, they shared last sweet words until their breathing evened out, slowing until it came to a complete stop, death having always been the greatest form of love.
My beating heart belongs to you
I walked for miles ‘til I found you
I’m here to honor you
If I lose everything in the fire
Did I ever make it through?
Just before his death in his dream, Lucian jolted awake, his heart beating fast and heavy, gripping at the sheets around him like he needed some kind of life-line to hold him there; like he had actually drunk the poison and it was soon to take his life. Thoughts of his sister, bloody and pale and dead, drove him to checking on the girl, unable to calm his breathing until he was certain that both of the people who had died in his dream were alive. He silently pressed open her door and gave a great sigh of relief when Julianna was fast asleep on her bed. He moved out and down the hallway, grabbing his cell phone and checking the time as he was unlocking it to call Cooper. Heaving a great sigh as he realized it was only four in the morning, he sent out a text- I love you, Angel, hoping for him to find it when he woke up- hoping that he would wake up- and set about finding something to take his mind off of the terrifying dream he’d had.