Restless Thoughts

Ritsuka...he was so cute at 10. He adored me. Of course I loved him too. He was born when I was 7. I thought Mother had given birth to him for me....

I sit in a bedroom, at Chaco-san's house. BLOODLESS is gone, 'He' has gone home...to that shell of a mother...I'm alone, with all but my...plaything.

Nisei, my fighter, lays on my chest, both of us naked. My hand is on his back, the other rubbing his dick, and feeling my own pulse with anticipation under the thin sheets we share in our dark room.

Ritsuka...I think about him all the time. My thoughts drift, to the mention of 'A world for the two of us.' a world where only he and I would exist...His cute little ears...his small frame, so supple, yet so...fuckable. Yes, I've banged the poor boy more than I can care to remember...His skin, so porcelain smooth, his lips, so kissable. He'd writhe under my touch, squirming, panting, and begging me to stop...So cute.

Nisei...now he's a different story. When I'd fuck him, he'd scream, buck, laugh, and hug me, all to try and please me...Good dog...He's my puppet, and I alone hold the strings.

I love them both, with all my black little heart...I have these thoughts all the time...I hate it sometimes. Thoughts of domination, of fucking the two whom I most dearly 'Love', if it may be put that way...

These thoughts...these damn restless thoughts...