Author's notes: This is the slash version of "Insane" that a few people asked me for...what can I say; I can't say no to a kindly worded request.
Insane Part 1)
"Well hello beautiful. Did you miss me?"
He says nothing. He just looks at me with those dark eyes of his, his face set into the frown that I am so used to seeing.
Usually his silence does not bother me, but today it does. No one likes to be ignored when they ask a question. Especially such an innocent one as that. I walk up to him slowly, letting him see the anger in my eyes, letting him feel it as it emanates from my body. He’s tensing up. I love it when he tenses, his muscles always seem more pronounced when he tenses, and he does have such beautiful muscles.
I stop in front of him and watch him for a moment. Just watch. He is afraid. He is trying to hide the fear, but it is so potent I can almost smell it.
It smells like copper.
Like blood.
I lean forward. "I asked you a question." Even I can hear the menace in my voice.
He pushes himself backwards. Tries to anyway. He can’t go far, not with his ankle chained to the concrete floor and his hands handcuffed behind his back. He is practically shaking with fear but he is still ignoring me. He is making me feel as if I am talking to myself, and that is no good. That is no good at all. Only insane people do that. And I am NOT insane.
I move closer yet again. "Don’t make me ask you again." I smile. I am nothing if not polite.
His brows knit and I can tell that he is deciding on his answer. I wait patiently, somewhat curious to see what he will say. Will he choose the truth? Or will he lie and say that he missed me?
"I…I missed you."
Ah, he chose the lie. And he stuttered so beautifully when he said it. Just the perfect touch of pain in his voice to let me know how difficult it was for him to say.
"How much?" I ask as I bring myself just a little closer. My hand touches his cheek lightly and I smile as disgust races across his face. He hides it quickly though. He is a very fast learner. Only here a week and already he knows so much.
He looks confused. Perhaps he doesn’t know what to say. Perhaps he is waiting for a prompting from me, some clue. He shall get none. Not this time. Finally he sighs and says, "I missed you very much. I was lonely without you."
I smile a smile without venom. A kind smile. He has pleased me. The lie has pleased me. Still leaning over him, I let my hands touch him. One hand moves through his short dark hair while the other slides down to his throat, still slightly bruised from the other night. He is suddenly very still and I wonder if he thinks that my fingers will soon wrap themselves around his throat and squeeze. Yes, he must think that. That would explain why I can still smell the fear.
My hand entwines itself in his hair and I pull back quickly. His gasp is heavenly music to my ears and I have to hide my other hand behind my back before I do squeeze that delicate white throat. I breathe deeply for a moment, composing myself, maintaining control. Must have control at all times. When I finally feel the cruel urges melt away, I look down at him.
He is looking at me, his face upturned, his lips slightly open, breaths coming just a little too quickly. He is nothing less than a work of art. An exquisite living sculpture that puts to shame even the finest museum pieces. Exquisite. The tears that are forming in the corners of his eyes are an especially nice touch.
"Good boy," I say as I bring my mouth down to his for a quick kiss. Nothing too intense, just a brief meeting of his soft lips against mine. My tongue explores his open mouth for a moment and I revel in its heat, its moistness. He is not kissing me back, but he knows better than to try to bite or pull away. The marks around his neck are not his only ones.
I pull away after a few seconds. It was just a quick kiss after all.
"I have some things to do upstairs but I’ll be back later. We can play then. How does that sound?" I ask.
He nods and I can see that the tears that had been forming just seconds ago are now falling down his face. "It…it sounds good."
Good boy, he is such a good boy. I turn and begin to walk towards the door. I am immensely pleased. As I reach the exit, I turn my head around and ask one more question. Just for fun. "Do you love me?"
His head is bowed, he can not meet my eyes when the lie is too great. "I love you," he whispers and then he begins to sob.
Music. Heavenly music from an angel. My angel. Mine. I find myself grinning as I leave the room.
I’ll be back soon angel.