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"Brave New Day"
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<500 words of flash fiction (or anything else inspired by this prompt!)
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Brave New Day by Maxime Jaz©
Jay stirred when he felt Roman’s body slide against his in the warm bed. His skin carried the outside cold, the scent of rain in his wet hair which slid on Jay’s shoulder. He shuddered, feeling soft lips against his skin, parting, a warm tongue sliding out, lapping at him, the hint of his teeth grazing. He didn’t move, but his breathing quickened when he felt those strong arms around him, locking him against Roman’s chest and abs. His body was warm, and Jay couldn’t help but think of the men and women who had lost their lives for that warmth.
He gasped when he felt Roman’s canines press into his skin, but couldn’t move, that vague fear of the coming pain pulsing in his mind when he bit down, hard, and Jay couldn’t help it, he cried out, the pain like lightning, speeding down his body. He jolted but Roman was holding him tight, a soft moan of remorse escaping Roman’s lips, his mouth closed down on Jay’s pulsing neck. Small gulping sounds in that semi-dark room, the thick curtains not fully drawn on the streetlights. Just their breathing, Jay’s moans of pleasured pain. He was floating on it, that white hot searing pain morphed into a dimmer one, one he’d learnt to love during the years. Too fast gone.
He blinked up at Roman, turning his head, panting softly. “Already?”
Roman licked the blood off his lips and stroked Jay’s face. “Yes, love… I fed enough.”
“Who…”
Roman put his finger on his lips. “No. We’re not discussing this.”
Jay faced him and Roman pulled him close, licking the bleeding wounds on his neck like a cat, the tingling ache dimming as they closed. He nuzzled Jay, rubbing his face into the nook of his neck. “I couldn’t resist a treat. I’m so sorry, love.”
Jay pushed him away to look at him. “For what?”
“Biting you. I know it hurts.”
“It gets better as you feed…”
Roman’s mouth twisted into a small smile. “You’re too forgiving.”
He closed his eyes, and Jay snuggled even closer, into his shoulder, relishing in the warmth radiating from his body. He watched Roman fall asleep, that deep sleep which could not be disturbed, his chest barely rising. It had made Jay panic at the beginning, when he didn’t know, watching over that near-dead body for a whole day.
He blinked at the sunlight streaming in through the parted curtains and sat up, his heart melting at Roman’s sight, his peaceful face, his dark hair spilled on the pillow, that alabaster body still warm from his victims’ blood. Jay planted a soft kiss on his dark lips and drew the covers up to his chest, as if he could be cold. He rose and drew the curtains, then went to the kitchen to make coffee.
Sipping that dark soothing liquid, the sun catching on his mug’s motto: TIME TO FACE A BRAVE NEW DAY
Jay stirred when he felt Roman’s body slide against his in the warm bed. His skin carried the outside cold, the scent of rain in his wet hair which slid on Jay’s shoulder. He shuddered, feeling soft lips against his skin, parting, a warm tongue sliding out, lapping at him, the hint of his teeth grazing. He didn’t move, but his breathing quickened when he felt those strong arms around him, locking him against Roman’s chest and abs. His body was warm, and Jay couldn’t help but think of the men and women who had lost their lives for that warmth.
He gasped when he felt Roman’s canines press into his skin, but couldn’t move, that vague fear of the coming pain pulsing in his mind when he bit down, hard, and Jay couldn’t help it, he cried out, the pain like lightning, speeding down his body. He jolted but Roman was holding him tight, a soft moan of remorse escaping Roman’s lips, his mouth closed down on Jay’s pulsing neck. Small gulping sounds in that semi-dark room, the thick curtains not fully drawn on the streetlights. Just their breathing, Jay’s moans of pleasured pain. He was floating on it, that white hot searing pain morphed into a dimmer one, one he’d learnt to love during the years. Too fast gone.
He blinked up at Roman, turning his head, panting softly. “Already?”
Roman licked the blood off his lips and stroked Jay’s face. “Yes, love… I fed enough.”
“Who…”
Roman put his finger on his lips. “No. We’re not discussing this.”
Jay faced him and Roman pulled him close, licking the bleeding wounds on his neck like a cat, the tingling ache dimming as they closed. He nuzzled Jay, rubbing his face into the nook of his neck. “I couldn’t resist a treat. I’m so sorry, love.”
Jay pushed him away to look at him. “For what?”
“Biting you. I know it hurts.”
“It gets better as you feed…”
Roman’s mouth twisted into a small smile. “You’re too forgiving.”
He closed his eyes, and Jay snuggled even closer, into his shoulder, relishing in the warmth radiating from his body. He watched Roman fall asleep, that deep sleep which could not be disturbed, his chest barely rising. It had made Jay panic at the beginning, when he didn’t know, watching over that near-dead body for a whole day.
He blinked at the sunlight streaming in through the parted curtains and sat up, his heart melting at Roman’s sight, his peaceful face, his dark hair spilled on the pillow, that alabaster body still warm from his victims’ blood. Jay planted a soft kiss on his dark lips and drew the covers up to his chest, as if he could be cold. He rose and drew the curtains, then went to the kitchen to make coffee.
Sipping that dark soothing liquid, the sun catching on his mug’s motto: TIME TO FACE A BRAVE NEW DAY