The blond haired boy watched from faraway, the tears slowly making the trip down his rosy cheeks, as Drool sucked itself into the black whole. A sob escaping his lips, he clamped a hand over his mouth. There was no other way…But he knew that was just the selfish way of thinking.

It was either this…or kill himself.

But it was too late to do anything about that.

He hated himself now, for choosing himself over the planet that gave everything to him. He was such a selfish…

"You are not a bastard, luv."

Turning around, another sob escaped his lips. Flying into waiting arms, the two crouched to the ground. Max sobbed hysterically, while the other combed their hands through the boy's sandy blond hair, rocking the two of them back and forth in an attempt to calm the one they loved deeper than their own existence.

"Yes…I am" Max hiccuped.

SharkBoy shook his head, brushing his hand in Max's hair once more and pulling the boy closer to him. "No. You're not. If you weren't here anymore, I don't think even Lava could keep me here any longer. But, even if we're gone, you can always dream your way back to us. We're never gone, luv, never."

"But…" Max hiccuped again, holding tighter to SharkBoy.

SharkBoy felt himself begin to fade and did not want Max to see this, knowing the daydreamer was blaming and killing himself as it was. "Shhhh, luv." He bit at Max's ear, sending a shiver down each of their backs. "Go to sleep."

"But…you…I don't want you to…"

"Sh…" He laid Max against the ground, staring down at him. "What did Tobor tell you when neither Lava nor I would awaken."

"Dream a better dream."

"Than, please, dream a better dream. For me. One last time." SharkBoy leaned down, capturing Max's lips in his own.

Max returned the kiss with all he had, for all he knew it could well be his last with the only being he'd ever been in love with. If there was one thing he knew, it was that he was the only other thing that could send SharkBoy into a Shark Frenzy.

SharkBoy felt his teeth begin to sharpen as the intoxication that was Max filled each of his highly-trained senses. Without knowing it, he bit down on Max's lips. Immediately, he pulled away, breaking eye contact as a red tint glowed over his tan cheeks. "I'm sorry."

Max, through the tears that still streamed down his cheeks, reached up and turned the other boy's face towards his and smiled at him. He shook his head. "Don't be, I like it when you do that. I find it…a pleasure torment."