Luuka: Not including this chapter which is the prelude, this story is 5 chapters long and I have 4 of them already written. For chapters, we're talking about 5-7,000 words a piece but I've yet to do the ending which is why they're not up yet: idk, I'm disorganised. So, stake me.

Warnings: MxM explicit sexual content (yaoi), explicit gore, death, animal death, psychological themes, explicit torture and general darkness that people may find disturbing.

Review if you have the time.

The nightclub was hot and cramped, but that was only to be expected. Rin lounged idly at the bar in a shadowy patch, trying to keep his head down and observe the other men who writhed about on the dancefloor. A man who had been watching Rin for some time made his way toward him, eventually- they were always the ones to approach him. All he had to do was wait, and he'd get a different man every night; Rin found it all very exciting.

'What's your name?'

'Yoshito.'

'That it, huh? I'm Rin.'

'Can I get you a drink?'

Yoshito- or rather, the man standing before Rin- was Rin's idea of perfect. He was fit with warm cheeks and clean skin- perhaps in his late thirties- although their age didn't matter; as long as he would be satisfied with them, then nothing else was important.

'No- I'm not feeling thirsty right now. Hey... do you want to come back to my place?'

They might as well get to the point- after all, that was all the men ever wanted. They just needed a single night.

And that was all they ever had.

5 years earlier:

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Someone was throwing stones at his window. What time was it? Haru rolled over.

02:03 a.m.

He had school tomorrow, too...

Thump. Thump.

The stones continued. Small ones- not thrown with enough force to break the glass- but somebody definitely wanted Haru's attention. Haru sat in bed, ripped back the curtains and opened his bedroom window. A single, solitary person stood waiting for him outside.

'…Rin?'

The word escaped Haru's lips as a rush of air. He was half asleep- if not completely- and it was difficult to distinguish his surroundings due to the dark. There was a shadowy figure standing by the front door of his house whom resembled an older version of his childhood friend, staring up at Haru with eyes that glowed crimson.

'You'll let me in, won't you... Haru-ka?'

The question was irresistible: it was whispered lovingly, but seemed to scrape across Haru's ears. Rin dragged out the last syllable in Haru's name- stretching it slowly- and Haru found his voice bewitching. It was both a question and a statement, a challenge and a dare- Haru's lips pressed into a line. It had been five years since he'd seen Rin... so why was Rin here, now, of all times?

'Rin, don't you know what time-'

'Haru... say that I can come in.'

That would be easier, Haru supposed- he could invite Rin inside to explain everything where it was warm.

'You can come in. I'll get the key-'

'No.' Rin replied, simply. 'I'm coming up.'

Haru didn't know how Rin was going to 'come up,' when both his front and back door were locked, but had already convinced himself by this point that he was in a dream state. His eyes closed as he yawned, then when he opened them three seconds later Rin was gone. The patch of soil where he'd been standing was empty... uncomfortably, Haru lay back down.

Approximately one minute passed before Haru's bedroom door opened with a muted click. He froze: he hadn't heard anyone come upstairs. Ever-so-slightly he turned away from the wall, in an attempt to get a view of the person who'd entered.

Haru could see the outline of a man standing before him in the dark, slipping a jacket over his arms and soundlessly climbing out of his pants before getting into bed with Haru. Haru felt a strong body press up against his, then a warm breath as someone's lips met his neck.

'Haru,' Rin breathed into his ear. 'I'm back.'

Haru felt Rin's hands slip underneath his pyjamas and grasp his member, kicking his bottoms to his ankles. Both men's legs tangled in the sheets as Rin crawled closer and wrapped himself around Haru, pressing their bodies tightly together. The intimacy wasn't something that Haru would have wanted so suddenly, but now that they'd started, he wasn't going to stop.

Rin was alternatively soft and sharp as he licked and bit around Haru's neck, kissing Haru's chin and jaw yet avoiding touching his lips. His teeth were sharp- scratching Haru faintly- and Haru writhed against the sheets, realising he'd yet to get a good look at Rin's face. But their situation was escalating quickly, so Haru didn't turn on the light; this was Rin- he knew this was Rin; every touch reaffirmed it.

Rin held him down with a palm as he climbed atop of Haru's waist to straddle him, weaving their hips together as he pressed their erections close. Haru stretched out a hand to touch Rin's cheek- he could only see outlines in the dark, but his hands wanted to feel how much his childhood friend had grown. He wanted to embrace Rin properly, to make up for all the years they'd spent apart- to fill himself in on the lost time using touches. He wanted to feel the firmness of Rin's muscles, listen to the beating of his heart and the steady hum of his pulse: he wanted to be one with Rin, in the most natural sense of the statement.

'Haru,' Rin breathed. 'You have to be the one to do it. If it's me, I won't be able to hold back...'

Rin took Haru into his arms and shifted him up whilst laying himself down, simultaneously switching their positions. Haru was on top, but knew it wasn't to be dominant: it was so he could give Rin pleasure- so they could both feel pleasure together.

As Haru settled himself on top of Rin, his eyes red appeared to gleam in the dark... or perhaps it was his imagination... he couldn't think through the pleasure...

'Haru. Haru. Haru...'

Haru gasped as he rode Rin, digging his hands into Rin's ribs as his slender hips bounced up and down, picking up a pace. Rin's length felt as if it were stirring around his hot, tight anus, kneading into the sensitive flesh as it quivered and vibrated around him. It was burning, overwhelming... more intense than anything Haru had ever felt.

'Haru... Haru...'

A coarse whisper. Rin reached out and extended a hand to Haru's chest, his fingers splayed over Haru's heart. Haru's eyelids fluttered as he panted, rocking himself on top of Rin's member as Rin used his free hand grasp Haru's own in time with his movements.

'Haru...'

'Rin...'

I've missed you so much.

Haru wasn't sure which one of them had said the words, but they were the last thing he'd registered before ecstasy shot through his body, exhaustion overcame him and he drifted into sleep.