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He hated you with the passion of a thousand burning stars and he loved you with equal force. Twin fires burning side by side in his withered heart. If his blood still coursed through his veins he was sure he would be scorched from the inside out.
You had condemned his soul to hell but somehow managed to bring down heaven and lay it at his feet. All it had taken was a kiss. And a bite. One miserable, godforsaken night when his catholic guilt had consumed him and he stumbled, lost faith for a fleeting breath. Between two beats, his life had slipped away from him forever.
He had been prepared for death. He had sought it out before many times but had always backed away from the edge just in time. But not that night. The night he met you.
You found him on the brink of death, rasping, rattling breaths, gasping for air that would not come. A broken curiosity. Deliciously helpless, the defiance still there in his features, even while his life was seeping out, running in little rivers across the sidewalk and down the drain.
He was too intriguing, too much of an enigma for you to leave to such a pathetic end.
Cold fingers ghosting across his cheek, soft lips stealing the last few living breaths from his failing lungs. He had worried then, panic rising, his heart desperately trying to beat a warning.
In the end all it took was a touch, a whisper and a promise, a moment of weakness and he surrendered, gave in to your promise to soothe his pain, his angst and his doubts.
He was tied to you for eternity now and he would gladly spend it on his knees for you.
You were his new religion, the only deity he worshipped.
When he reluctantly gives in to the endless hunger, which has taken root and spread like poison in his very soul, he looks for salvation in the sacred hollow between your thighs, tongue lapping at your core, savouring every shallow breath and the tiniest of gasps. Teeth breaks delicate skin, thick crimson drops of life spill from you as he licks and suckles at eternity all the while dancing you ever closer to a million little deaths. As you both hurtle into blissful oblivion, one fading, the other renewed, you both find heaven in each other for a mere moment but it’s enough for him to weep.
Your fallen devil. Matthew, sinner, saint, kneeling at your altar. Your broken treasure.
He is glorious in his misery, shining so bright you remember the warmth of the sun when he turns to you in adoration. But night must follow in its path and it is all the darker now that you have had a taste of golden rays. A shadow flickers over his features and the cold hatred returns, until the insatiable hunger for your essence has him crawling back to drink from your sacred chalice.
Silently praying, “Let me drown.”