Hungry

undietales:

I think I’ve posted this story before. If not on this blog, then on my benjibright blog. Oh well, it’s Halloween and this story is what it is. Happy Halloween! 

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They sat on the old bridge, the one on the forest path, overlooking the water. They watched it carry the rust from decaying cars long since abandoned upstream. The water hadn’t been safe to drink for years. It wasn’t good for much besides watching.

The sun was setting so Anthony was mostly alright. It helped that the hood of his sweatshirt was up and they faced away from the sun. Still his skin tingled in a way that was neither pleasant nor painful. It was one of the basic facts of his existence these days.

“You sure it’s ok to be out right now?” Brian asked, without looking over.

“Yeah, it’s fine. The sun is almost all the way down now. It doesn’t hurt.”

Brian hadn’t believed at first, who would? But then Anthony put his arm in direct sunlight and the welts began appearing immediately. His canines were longer and sharper than they had any right to be. Brian believed after that.

The old bridge was abandoned and no one ever came this far out of town. In fact the town itself was mostly empty. The automotive factory had been the lifeblood of the town and now that blood was flowing out. Brian’s dad thought it would last another generation before everyone was gone altogether. Brian didn’t know how to feel about that.

“What is like? How does it feel?” Brian asked, still not looking at his best friend.

“It feels like being hungry…all the time. It’s…you get used to it.”

“Even now?”

“What?” Anthony asked.

“Are you hungry now?”

Anthony hesitated. “Yes.”

“You could…you know…if you wanted to.”

“I don’t know. I don’t—someone would notice; wouldn’t your dad notice?”

Brian could feel Anthony staring at him, but he couldn’t turn around to face him. When they were twelve, Brian had tripped on his shoelaces and fell. He had broken his nose. There was blood everywhere. Anthony had just stared: he was too shocked by all the blood to come close and help his best friend out of the dirt. Now…

“No one will notice. I’ll tell them I was up here. That I got cut,” Brian said.

Anthony came closer. Close enough that their legs were touching. Brian didn’t breathe. He didn’t dare.

“Are you sure?” Anthony whispered.

“Yes.”

Brian felt his best friend’s breath on his neck. It was warm and unsteady. There was something like excitement in it. Brian tried not to get hard, but it was inevitable. Just one more thing they wouldn’t talk about. Whatever Anthony needed to do it, whatever change came upon him—emotional or physical—eventually it came and he moved a bit closer. It was awkward, he tilted Brian’s neck to a weird angle and then he kissed it. The kiss was soft, sweet, and it made Brian’s stomach flutter: he’d imagined that kiss before, but not like this.

When Anthony finally pressed into his neck, it didn’t hurt like Brian thought it would. Just a sharpness and then a kind of pleasant warmth. He closed his eyes because it disgusted him a little to hear Anthony swallowing. It made him queasy. He focused on the feeling of those impossibly soft lips pressed up against his neck. His body went warm with the thought.

Anthony pulled away and Brian finally looked at him. It was darker now than before and he could just make out the dark trickle under Anthony’s lip. A moment later it was gone, presumably licked away. Brian fought against the roiling of his stomach.

“You taste amazing,” Anthony said. “Like a peach. You taste like peaches.”

They both laughed at that. It was so ridiculous that they had to laugh, but they laughed longer and harder than they might have at the flimsy humor of the statement alone. It was tension uncoiling from between them, but then the laughing wound down and there was quiet again.

“You’re in love with me. Aren’t you?” Anthony asked suddenly.

Brian thought about lying, but he didn’t in the end. “Could you taste it in my blood?”

“…Is that…is that how you think this works?” Anthony asked, then burst into laughter.

“I don’t know how it works! Do I look like Van fucking Helsing?”

Brian was indignant, at first, but the sight of his friend wheezing and slapping a hand against the bridge softened him and eventually Brian started laughing too. As they both cracked up, Anthony reached out before Brian knew what was happening and drew him into a kiss. The kiss was gentle, but there was force behind it and what it communicated didn’t need words. Later Brian would wonder if he was compelled somehow to do what he did and whether he could have done it of his own accord. He had known Anthony all his life, but his friend had become something different. Something he no longer knew how to confront.

The two of them struggled out of their clothes on the old bridge and kissed in the dark. Their hands searched and each found the other hard and willing. They jerked each other and kissed like they couldn’t stop. The sound of the water rushing beneath them and the crickets’ calling all around them was the only soundtrack beside their breathing. Brian humped into Anthony’s hand ignoring the fact that his hips scrapped against the metal bridge, which was only covered by their hastily shed clothes. Anthony did the same, but his erection pulsed harder and was far warmer with the blood of two bodies coursing through it. Brian hadn’t expected that warmth.

Brian came first into Anthony’s more experienced hand. It was a quick orgasm, but the feeling was slow to recede. Brian’s body felt charged and energized like there was an electric field over his skin. Anthony’s orgasm was slow, it rolled up a storm cloud, growing greater and fuller as the moments went by. His cock unloaded all over his friend, dozens and dozens of shots that coated Brian’s naked stomach and dripped down onto his clothes.

They lay breathless afterward as the stars began to blink into existence. Everything was different, yet Brian was beginning to think that not so much had changed between them after all.

So it’s no longer Halloween… but  a good story is a good story, no matter when it comes. I’m also super late with my own Halloween effort this year (it’s coming!) so why not stay on-brand?