Romeo groaned.“I wish I was inside you right now.I wish I was fucking you while I did this.”
Chad’s heart stopped.His chest didn’t move.His eyes were open, but unseeing.His bottom lip was blue, and cold when Romeo sucked it into his mouth.He removed one hand from Chad’s throat, stroking it down Chad’s chest until he got to his boxer shorts.
“But I’ll have to just make do with fucking you now you’re gone.While your body cools and your blood clots.”
Romeo flung himself upright, gasping for breath.
A dream.
Just a dream.
He stumbled from the bed, tripping over twisted sheets, as he pushed open the bedroom door.
He staggered into the bathroom, dropping to his knees in front of the toilet, and hung his head into the bowl as he threw up.
Bile burned his throat and tingled his teeth.
He spat a few times before pushing to his feet and getting to the sink.He cupped handfuls of water to rinse out his mouth, blinking harshly to rid himself of the dream.
“Are you okay?”Chad asked from the doorway.
Romeo paused, linking eyes with Chad through the mirror.“Get out.”
Chad slumped, but did as Romeo told him, retreating down the hallway to go back to his bedroom.
Romeo didn’t return to the spare room that night.
He escaped to the outhouse, used the gym, did his languages, watched cooking shows of recipes to try one day in the future, all the things he usually did to distract himself.
His fingers twitched.He kept checking them, able to feel Chad’s blood where he had pushed them into his skin.Romeo had killed him, and he’d woken just as he was about to—
He shook his head, refusing to go back there.
But the dark part of him, the monster, he wanted to use Chad, to satisfy every desire and need by killing and fucking him.
Romeo shuddered, disgusted with himself.
He didn’t return to the house until after 9:00 that morning.
Chad got up from his chair at the kitchen table.He’d just finished his breakfast by the look of the empty plate and the last dreg of coffee in his cup.
“Are you okay?”
Romeo ignored him and pointed out the window.“What is that?”
Chad glanced back.“It’s a bird feeder?”The questioning lilt to his words might have once amused Romeo, but the voice matched with the deer-in-headlights expression infuriated him.
It was obviously a bird feeder.He scrunched his eyes shut and took a few calming breaths.
“I mean ...why is it out there?”
“I found it in the cupboard.The pole and all the feeders to hang from it and we had loads of bird seed, all different types, so I thought what the hell,” he shrugged.“Might as well put it out there.”
He remembered how Romeo liked his toast, how he liked to kill, that he liked crosswords, but hadn’t remembered the field of bodies or the raven that had slayed the magpies right in front of them.
Romeo’s eye twitched.
“Is there a problem?”Chad asked.“I can take it down if you—”
