"Ah-!, yes… harder, Daddy!"
Dylon moaned sweetly as he writhed on the bed, shamelessly tugging at the white sheets, his hair, and the pillows as he didn't know what to do with himself.
This faceless, nameless, person tends to always find him at night. And each night, Dylon begs for the flames his faceless lover brings. He craved it and begs to be consumed by the heat of his furnace.
"I need you…" he whimpered and watched as the faceless figure leaned into him, Dylon tilted his head to give him access as he sealed their lips in that kiss which seemed to freeze time and heartbeats. "Mmm…" he moaned, eyes clamped tightly, hands found their rightful place of belonging as he grabbed onto the nameless stranger's sweat-coated back, claws digging into his lover's skin, drawing blood in their wake, the pain had his lover groaning savagely and his thrusts grew desperate. Dylon whimpered as he rammed into him with exquisite abandon. A stray tear rolled down the side of his face as the faceless man's inferno has no intention of cooling, and neither were his thrusts slowing down.
"My Beauty," Dylon heard him groan and his cock twitched at that pet name. It always did things to him whenever he called him that. "My Love," the faceless man continued and Dylon knew it was only a matter of seconds until he spilled his cream all over their bodies. "My Life…" and just like that, the switch was pulled and Dylon cried out, back arched off the bed, the action caused the raging cock buried inside him to stab deeper and he came with a blast. Cum splattered out and adorned their bodies as he twitched and jerked wantonly. Lips parted in silent screams and eyes fluttered tiredly.
"My God, you are so gorgeous, my Beauty, my heart skipped a bit." The faceless man, husked and Dylon could almost taste the pride and amusement in his tone.
"Love me," Dylon whispered.
"But, I do love you."
"Stay with me." Dylon continued, he knew it was only a matter of minutes and this will all be over. "Stay by me." He cried.
"I will find you."
"Promise?" Dylon opened his eyes fully to stare into the blankness where a face was supposed to be.
"Promi-" the words ended with a howl as the faceless man filled his heat with his seed and Dylon whimpered as his own spent cock spammed. "I promise, my Beauty." He finished when he had come down from his high. Dylon watched as the man searched for his left hand and grabbed onto it, then very slowly caressed the birthmark on the back of his palm. Dylon began to shake his head vigorously as streams after streams rolled down his face.
He knew what was coming next.
He didn't want to hear those words again.
It only means the time has come for his faceless lover to leave him.
Just like always.
Why wouldn't he just stay?
Why does he always have to leave?
Dylon cried harder when he saw the stranger reach to wipe tears from his face which was pointless as his tears came down even harder that time.
He didn't want to be consoled.
But, in the end, it will only be just a dream.
"Look for this mark when you are reborn and the day you find one who wears the same, that day we shall be reunited never to be parted again. Away from this life, from this family. Just the two of us."
Dylon watched helplessly as the man faded away with the darkness which suddenly engulfed and sucked him in once again.
He braced himself for the impact which came shortly after as his eyes shot open, wide awake from that same familiar, yet confusing dream. First, he wiped tears from his face when he felt the wetness sticking to his legs. He pulled the blanket off to see that he had once again wet himself with his cum.
"Great!" He groaned with a roll of his eyes. "Another bedsheet ruined by that stupid dream." He whined.
When will it all end?
When will he find and claim him as he often promises?
He looked at his birthmark and a frown formed on his forehead.
What does it mean?
His soul yearns for this faceless lover from his dream and his body responds to him in a way that frightens even him.
It's oddly strange how he feels as if he knew this person when in fact he doesn't even have a face and yet he speaks to him, not with his mouth for he has none but through his heart and Dylon could hear him clearly as if he had spoken directly into his ears.
What is this connection?
"Who are you and why does it feel like you are the other half which completes my whole?" Dylon crawled out of bed and stumbled into his bathroom. Even though it was a dream, he felt completely exhausted as if he has just endured hours of relentless fucking.
"Are you even real?" He wondered as he stared at his sex-disheveled face through the bathroom mirror. "And if you are, do you feel what I feel?" A jolt passed through his heart like an electric spark, so fast yet strongly felt. Dylon grabbed onto his chest and balled his PJ into his fist. "Is that my answer?" He asked, looking through the mirror like he could see and feel the other's presence standing behind him. Dylon smiled, this was his morning ever since he turned fourteen yet it never seems to tire or bore him.
In fact, he looked forward to these mornings.
It's the only thing that makes life worth living. It gave him a sense of purpose. A reason to breathe, to give the breaking of new dawn another trier, another step, and another day went by yet again.
His favorite routine.
Chapter. One.**~**With his satchel crossed over his shoulder, Dylon pulled his hood over his head and threw a glance to his side to find his twin sister standing there. He smiled. She was like his personal guardian angel. Ever since they were old enough to learn and understand his conditions, his sister has taken it upon herself to make sure he never did anything to hurt himself but that was funny since he tends to find a way to do just that. "Let's get this day over with." He told her and made his way towards the gates. He paused when he reached the entrance, just seeing the school name written in ridiculously bright blue color did nothing but make him cringe. They went to a private school highly recognized for its attractive students with genius-level IQs and he was amongst the brightest but he hated school, life is sometimes seen as meaningless. What kind of a life can one who knows no pain possibly have? His mother and sister were constantly looking out for him, checking for
Chapter: two.***~***Fucking, Danny, trying to get us killed a second time.Lately, Levon has been on another level of annoying, he's been moody and extra weird with everyone, even with his parents. He's been both distant and quiet, two things out of his nature and it was freaking those close to him out. He talked less and less and listened even less. He barely pays attention both at school and at home. He's grown fond of his own company rather than hanging out with friends. He couldn't help it since they all wouldn't understand him and there was no better way to tell them what has been happening to him.It troubles his parents greatly that he wasn't talking to them since he stopped telling them about the pains he often felt. They wanted to reach out and help but are both clueless as to how to offer the right help. Nobody would understand.He wasn't making it any easier on them since he was always by himself and wouldn't talk to them. He just went to school and returned home, wea
Chapter: three.***~***Just wait a little longer, my Beauty."I-I need him," he bawled bitterly as he tried to bite down on his lower lip to hold the wrecking sobs threatening to drown him. "H-he needs me." He choked out and buried his face into his Dad's neck. For a moment there, the confused fathers exchanged looks as to who their son referred to, and when nothing came to mind, Markus decided to press further for more information. "Who, baby?" Levon cried harder, there was no helping it. It hurts too much he couldn't have conved his emotions any other way. "My Danny." He whispered. Who knew answering questions could get so difficult. Danny?The single thought on both parents' minds. That was the name of their son's imaginary friend but they haven't heard him talk about this friend since his eleventh birthday. Why the sudden remembrance?The question lurked in their minds but they decided against it and rather chose another question, one that seemed more suitable for their cur
Chapter Four.***~~***Dylon has made quite terrible choices in his lifetime but none as bad as the one he made three days ago. Of course, he didn't feel the pain from the forks but it had ended him in a hospital which frightened his family, especially his sister who has been emotionally blackmailing him ever since. She's told him countless times how he hated her and he was left with trying to prove her wrong. He loves his family so much but he just couldn't help these unexplainable sick feelings he constantly gets from the inside. Neither can he figure out from whence they emerged, to begin with. He had returned home from the hospital and skipped school for two days which added to the magnitude of the entire situation.He was a fool.Where does his pain go if he doesn't feel them?How long was he supposed to live like this? He could be gravely injured and dying and he wouldn't even notice until he's dead.That is no life.He wanted an end to it.The look on his mother's face when
Chapter Five.*****It was a strange type of feeling.***~***"Hi," he greeted, offering his hand for a shake which Dylon took with excitement bubbling in his once cold heart. "My name is Levon." "Dylon and these are my friends, Jerk and Dummy." They both laughed when the other two boys groaned in feign annoyance. The sound of the boy's laughter was like a tidal wave crashing down into his desert soul and suddenly he felt alive, almost whole, which left him wondering whether all he has done the seventeen years of his life could actually be described as living and it had only been a couple of minutes the boy walked into the class. Dylon could feel the trouble this boy posed and it frightened him even more but when he opened his mouth to speak, he spoke the opposite of what his confused heart thought."Don't listen to him, my name is Keller and this here is Dummy… sorry, Dalton." Keller introduced and the rest of the period went by without either of them paying attention. During lunc
Chapter Six.*****Three weeks, three long agonizing miserable fucking weeks have long gone and yet Dylon hasn't recognized him from their past. Why was he born with the memories and he wasn't? Why wouldn't he remember him? Was it because he was already dead when he made the vow? When did this become us? Levon could hear his heart crying out painfully for his soulmate. "You're so close yet so far away.""Why won't you connect to my singing heart?" "Why won't you feel me, my Beauty?" Levon thought he heard the other boy whimper softly and he chanced a glance the other's way but Dylon wasn't looking at him, he had his head resting on his desk facing the other way. Mr. McKorny was over at his desk grading their quiz. Levon couldn't look anywhere but at his lover who faced away from him and probably fell asleep. "We used to touch nonstop, you and I, we used to kiss around every corner, yet here we are. Sitting mere inches from each other and all I want to do is feel you, hold you."
Chapter Seven.******Dylon had left the boy up on the roof and bolted for dear life. He couldn't let him sweep him away like before. This was what was best for both of them. He was a mess in his previous life and in this life, it has followed him still. If nothing had told him, the fact that he was born not to feel pain was enough to tell him all he needed to know about their end if he gave Louis another chance.It wasn't exactly easy denying these feelings, the yearning and his aching soul which craves only one human being, one he wouldn't dare have, never again. "Night, Mom, Dad, Draya!" He called out to his family as he made his way from the dinner table, up the stairs, and into his room."Finally, some peace and quiet." He whispered as he went into his bathroom for a quick brush, a change, and ready to call it a night. Now that he has seen and understood the meaning and reason behind his sinful dreams, he doesn't get them anymore and he must say he missed waking up with that eu
Chapter Eight.******Dylon had felt like a zombie the entire day and only when he walked with his friends to the cafeteria had he acted like he was alive. He had also tried to avoid Levon who had made a circle of friends for himself from the football team. He heard he was really good but he hadn't bothered to go watch him play. Anything that would bring them close or make their eyes meet, he avoided and it was starting to drain the life source out of him.Why was he stressing him so much?Once they took their favorite spot and sat down with their trays of junk food in front of them, Dylon noticed from the corner of his eyes as Levon strolled into the room with five other members of the team, and they all talked loudly. The second their eyes connected, he averted his gaze and pinned them on the box of milk in his tray. This was stupid. Levon seems disappointed but he gave the boy his privacy and didn't talk to him but instead sat with his friends just a roll away from Dylon, he was