Cannibalize

Instead of the usual white long pajamas, he was wearing a fluffy white shirt and black trousers. This refreshing look made people's eyes shine.

The record player was playing beside him, and there were many candlesticks in the whole room, and the little firefly-like light made the whole room brighter.

The hypnotic voice of the alto continued:

"Don't be scared

do not be afraid

Cometome

come to me

Callthyname

let me whisper your name

... ①"

Listening to such a melody, Xiao Che had already come to the young man with a white rose in his arms, and a wonderful feeling came to his heart.Probably because the room was filled with that wonderful aroma, he felt that every cell in his body was a little restless.He seemed to feel a little empty in the dark, wanting to yearn for something.

The boy looked at him, obviously surprised: "These flowers..."

Xiao Che immediately reacted: "I saw roses on the table before, but they were withered and never replaced with new ones. I happened to see a flower shop after school today, so I bought some by the way. Why, don't you like it?"

Xiao Che said the last sentence smoothly.As a result, as soon as he said it, he felt something was wrong, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated... because that sentence was like... I bought flowers just for this guy! !

Sure enough, after the boy heard it, he was stunned for a few seconds and then suddenly laughed.It was that kind of beautiful smile again, and those eyes became crooked: "I like white roses the most, thank you, Xiao Che."

Xiao Che immediately turned his gaze to look elsewhere: "It's not for you! It's just by the way!"

The boy nodded repeatedly and smiled sweetly: "Yes, I know."

Xiao Che's thick skin turned red: "Why do you call me that every time... Every time I hear it, I get goosebumps!"

The young man's smile disappeared immediately, revealing his grievance, and even the corners of his mouth that had just raised lowered, his voice was soft and soft: "Xiao Che, don't you like me calling you like that?"

Xiao Che couldn't stand seeing other people's grievances the most, he said depressedly: "Forget it, you can do whatever you want."

He went to the sink with the boy, rinsed the rose, and cut off the excess with scissors.Then insert/put the roses into a glass vase and place it on a wooden desk.

After finishing it, Xiao Che felt a sense of accomplishment.He also took out his phone and took several photos.

Obviously, the white-haired boy was quite happy.He walked towards the rose, bent down, gently picked up a beautiful flower with his pale and sickly fingers, buried his face on the flower, lowered his eyelashes and took a deep breath, as if tasting a fine wine: "It's delicious."

Almost subconsciously, Xiao Che pressed the camera button.

This picture stayed.

The picture is blurrier than the real one, that is, because of the blur, the picture looks so beautiful that it is unreal.Behind the young man was a heavily burning candlestick. When he bent over, the snow-white, slightly curly hair slid down from behind his ears, strand by strand, with a faint yellow light.His eyes were half asleep, his eyelashes were quite long, his bright red lips were half covered by roses, and the corners of his mouth had a happy arc.

Just as Xiao Che was staring at the photo in a daze, he heard the young man let out a sigh.

He quickly put the phone in his pocket, and saw that the boy had put down the rose and raised his hand.

His pale and slender index finger was cut by a thorn, and a drop of dark red blood flowed out from it.The boy just looked at the blood that came out of him, his eyes were a little innocent, as if he didn't intend to deal with it at all.

Xiao Che walked towards him and grabbed his cold wrist.

The young man froze for a moment, then smiled: "It's okay if you're not careful, it doesn't hurt at all."

But Xiao Che seemed to be unable to hear anything. He saw the blood slide down the young man's fingers, slowly flow to his palm, and flow down towards the wrist with blue blood vessels buried in it.

That strong fragrance tempted him like a demon, eating away at his reason.

Unknowingly, he gripped tighter and tighter, and his pupils dilated due to excitement.

The young man was a little puzzled: "Xiao Che?"

The next moment, Xiao Che opened his mouth without hesitation, and put the boy's finger into his mouth.

① "CallThyName, StellaMystica" by Takumi Iwasaki

NIGHT17

Xiao Che had tasted his own blood.He knew that this warm liquid had an exciting taste.However, he didn't know that the feeling the boy's blood gave him simply surpassed all his previous cognition——

The boy's hands were cold.This kind of coldness is not human at all, as if the blood in it has condensed into ice cubes, such hands always give people a feeling of horror.But when Xiao Che raised the tip of his tongue to lick his fingertips, the sweet and fragrant taste was so rich, this taste stimulated Xiao Che's tongue coating, it was like a stimulant that made his whole body hot and carried away.

He didn't know that the boy at this moment was staring at him dazedly, looking at the tip of his pale red tongue protruding from his mouth, feeling the warm and sticky feeling he brought, listening to the tenderness caused by his sucking. There was an ambiguous sound, the corners of his eyes were red, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

Xiao Che didn't hear that panting, he was already immersed in his own world.

Occasionally an inexplicable idea or two flashed through his blank thoughts.

...Why, his blood smells so fragrant?

...Before, I always smelled this kind of smell on my father.However, I have never felt such a strong fragrance from my father, such an uncontrollable smell...

... Is this... the thing that has been tormenting me all this time, the thing I long for the most?

Xiao Che wrapped the back of the young man's pale hand with his warm palm, lifted it up, closed his eyes and licked along his fingers to his blood-stained palm, and then carefully sucked/fucked along his pale blue veins. his wrist.Little by little red marks were branded on the boy's hands, and his icy temperature seemed to gradually melt, and he continued to heat up rapidly.

When new drops of blood leaked from the boy's fingertips, Xiao Che leaned forward again, and once again took the boy's warm fingers into his mouth.

He didn't hear it, the boy's breathing finally turned into extremely heavy panting!

The fingers in his mouth jerked out.

Xiao Che opened his eyes reflexively.

There is still a silver thread between the teenager's wet fingers and his lips.Obscene/extravagant and showy.

The next moment, Xiao Che was pressed hard against the wooden table, and his back hit the edge of the table, causing some pain.The white rose on the table shook a few times with the vibration, and dropped a few white petals with water droplets.The boy's rapid panting was close at hand, and he was no longer cold, but started to feel hot.His voice was quite hoarse, soft and slow: "Xiao Che, are you... are you tempting me?"

Normally, Xiao Che would have been angry long ago.But he had only tasted such wonderful blood just now, and all the cells in his body seemed to be in a paralyzed state.He didn't have the heart to think about the young man's feelings at all, the only thoughts in his head were still thinking about the composition of the blood, thinking about what he had to do to taste it again.

After more than ten seconds, the boy not only did not let go of him, but even more forcefully grasped his arms.Xiao Che opened his mouth irritably, intending to threaten the other party: "Hey, don't push yourself too hard, you don't want to let go..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the boy's unusually soft voice.He sighed slightly, like a kitten just waking up: "Ah, you are so beautiful."

He finally raised his eyes to look at the boy, his eyes were a little blurred and a little unhappy.

The boy in front of him seemed to be enduring very hard.His brows were slightly wrinkled, and those red eyes stared at Xiao Che's eyes at first, and then slowly descended like this.His eyes seemed to have a kind of magical power, wherever they passed, they started to get hot.That gaze slid from Xiao Che's eyes to his cheeks, along the bridge of his nose to the tip of his nose, and finally, finally landed on Xiao Che's lips quite seriously.

The young man slowly wiped Xiao Che's wet lower lip with the finger that Xiao Che had just licked, from left to right, as if he was carefully applying lipstick for him - the blood on the fingertips soaked Xiao Che's face instantly. lips.The area where it was wiped was itchy and numb, and one couldn't help but want to scratch it with his teeth to expel the commotion in the blood.

So Xiao Che instinctively scraped his lower lip with his upper teeth, and couldn't help licking that wonderful blood with his tongue.The sweet taste made him endlessly aftertaste.

The boy watched as his lower lip turned white for a moment, and then quickly regained its color.The normally thin and cold lips were not only moist at this moment, but also slightly red and swollen. For a young man, such a scene was simply too tempting!

The boy finally spoke: "Xiao Che, can I kiss you?"

The sudden words made Xiao Che vigilant, and his blurred eyes quickly recovered.

Afterwards, he felt the young man's fingers touching his lips move down slowly, and gently opened his jaw, allowing himself to open his mouth.Then, his pale and beautiful face was getting closer and closer to him, and the candlelight changed on his eyelashes, shining pale gold.

For a moment, Xiao Che wanted to agree.

But when the boy's lips were about to touch him, a kind of inexplicable disgust and fear came to my heart.

Even the fragrance that fascinates him seems to be infected with the breath of death at this moment.Somewhere, there seemed to be a voice warning him: Don't let him get close!Don't fall for him!Otherwise, you will be destroyed!

He pushed the boy away immediately, and said casually, "I haven't finished my homework yet, so I'm going back."

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