"Please! Keytaru!"
The blonde threw his head back, followed by a loud scream. He tried to keep his eyes open, but he couldn't the pain was too much to bear.
Another loud scream as Keytaru drilled himself deeper into his partner, filling him with the burning passion that, for everyday, for twelve long years, Crymson would live for this moment during the day.
At the beginning of their relationship, Crymson was only nine, and with a childish mind. Keytaru was 324 years old, as he was a demon, an elf, ... a vampire. At 16, he tainted Crymson with the blood of the damned, this is which signed his death wish.
Keytaru carefully caught Crymson as he fell back into his arms, holding his head within his hand with one arm, he had a tight grip on the sheets of the bed to support them both. "Are you...okay?" Keytaru asked out of concern like he did everytime. The blonde slowly opened his eyes, as he nodded his head, a smile forming across his lips.
"Thank God. You know I'd never want to hurt you." He smiled faintly before his eyes closed and his head dropped where I watched the sweat beading down his face and falling upon my own skin. I knew he was asleep. "Even in your most tiresome moments, you cradel me still like a child.

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