I've been having this dream every fucking night. I'm walking down an alleyway; it's around 2 AM - dead silent - nothing but the moon and rats to keep me company. Then I suddenly feel a presence behind me. I whip around to notice that it's him. But he is different. His usual smile is replaced with a wicked grimace. He glares at me, shouts profanities and makes obscene gestures. Spits on the alleyway floor and makes a mad dash towards me. Under the dim light I can make out a glinting object, a dagger of sorts. As he runs closer I brace for the worst, for the pain that is sure to come. But every times I have this dream I jolt awake before my attacker makes contact.

Waking up to a cold sweat in the dead of winter is never pleasant. I roll over and see that it's near four AM, I groan and roll back onto my back. I can never fall back asleep after having that poor excuse for a nightmare, and being 18 and perpetually horny I do what every healthy teenage boy slash vampire does. I close my eyes and let my hand wander; teasing skin as it slowly caresses the shallow terrain that is my body. My first instinct is to think of her. Snow. She was the only girl I could ever open up to. One of the few I could be my true self with. And as my imagination wanders, the object of my desire wavers. Something reminds me of him at first. The glint of keys on my dresser reminds me of the dagger from my dream. Which in turn reminds me of the welder if said weapon. Henry. My oldest friend, another I could fully trust. A shiver of pleasure begins to make my heart race. This feeling is new. I've never felt this with such intensity before. Whatever works I guess. I keep thinking about him and his strawberry blond hair. Those eyes I could swim in for hours. Another jolt of pleasure causes me to whimper his name

Ah.. H-Henry .. Mm-AH!

I notice that I've begun to pump faster and my hips have started to move on their own. Good thing I'm home alone this week or I would have definitely woken someone up. I begin to imagine us together myself straddling him, slowly grinding our groins together - creating the perfect friction. I can't help but call out again.

Un.. a-a-ah! Ohgodhenry don't you fucking stop! Ahh-

I'm literally on my knees at this point, face down, ass up, begging for more from my sick fantasy. My body is calling out to him. Wanting him. Needing him to be near me this very second. I imagine myself under him, weighted down by his well-defined body. His fingers caressing my back, my hips, thighs, inner thighs, before he finally strokes what I've been begging my fantasy to do all along. My grip tightens, squeezing the tip a little more roughly, breathing more heavily, my groans a little louder. Then before I know it I've begun to imagine him panting along with me. Another wave of pleasure, and I slow my pace. Turn over again and I imagine him kissing my inner thighs, nibbling my hipbones, licking my stomach and teasing the tip with his masterful tongue.

M-more... please... hen-Henry I need this…

I breathe out these words as if rehearsed. His tongue goes from base to tip and he slowly begins to pump with his hand as well. He teases the tip, with that godly mouth of his, slowly going around the edge, being careful to pull back the skin. His tongue flicks over the slit and I've nearly lost it. Back arching, moan inducing, white-hot pleasure is all I feel. The desire to be close, to feel skin on skin. Panting turns back into moaning. I'm close, but I don't want this to end. Slow my pace once more in hope to make this ecstasy last a little longer.

F-fuck...more! Henrypleasestopteasingme I-I need this!

Dirtied, wet, guilt ridden. I can't believe that I just fucking did that. Not only that, but I got so into it. I'm sick. If I didn't already know that I was a monster I would have called myself one now.

After cleaning up my mess I went down to the kitchen to get a hot cup of blood. I need to think this through. Honestly I don't think I'll be able to look Henry in the eye after this. I don't even know what to do anymore. Maybe I should tell him about this… well not this this but maybe a hypothetical situation… maybe-

I nearly spit out my blood when I hear my phone vibrate. It's a text message… from Henry

[heyy sorry if i woke u up =.=
do u have time to talk? it'll just be a sec]

I swear sometimes I think he's the psychic one.