69. Mapless Mazes Part 5

"What the heck man?" Spence spat out the liquid.

"It's yours." Bond walked a step backwards.

"I know but it's still very disgusting.

"Is that so? Didn't you eat that scum's thing?" Bond said as his eyes pierced through Spence's soul.

"Bond, can you please stop? It's done." Spence turned his eyes away.

However, Bond's eyes on the other hand, only looked out for Spence. The way his hands moved up to his neck, the way his cheeks became red gradually, the way he rolled around his eyes restlessly, everything was just perfect as a picture. It was too unusual of him to be affected by these things, but in the case of Spence, everything had become possible.

"Spence, I am sorry." He said as he rushed towards the lean, now frightened boy.

With great force rising from the ashes of his frustration, he pushed Spence on the bed and climbed upon him, covering him like a delicate canopy. With each passing minute, his breath became more intense and touched the soft skin, it flustered more.

"You. Are. Mine." He stated these words as he glided his finger across the swollen lips, keeping his eyes fixated on them.

Within a short span of time, his lips were crashed against Spence's, as his thighs moved about to snuggle between the cold and rigid legs.

He stopped in for a moment and looked at the flustered face. Though it showed fear, there was a certain amount of lust in his eyes. Enough to make him crazy. He bend down at the neck and began to lick the almost exposed bones, licking the lips occasionally.

By this time, Spence had begun to give in.

There were countless unnamed feelings in his mind that he didn't know, but felt its presence. The movement of the tongue as it navigated through his upper body was almost ecstatic. It was not the first time he was experiencing this, but it was somehow different. Somehow special.

'It's okay if it's him. Isn't it?" He asked to himself.

Suddenly, he felt Bond's cold gaze at him. He looked upto to look at him, his vision now blurred.

"Lift your arms." Bond said to him.

"Drift the farms?" Spence questioned back.

"Ugh... Get up." He lifted up Spence by the shoulders and propped him up, removing his t-shirt in a single move.

Spence collapsed back, with his eyes coyly sneaking at Bond.

"Kiss me here." He said as he pointed to his aroused nipples.

Bond smirked and pounced on him like a hungry lion, trapping his right nipple between his teeth and the other one between his two fingers.

"Nngh... It hurts." Spence moaned out loud, covering his mouth immediately.

Bond grabbed his hands and pulled them away, interlocking it with his own hands. His lips moved around the nervous face, showering it with the love it seemed to be lacked of.

"I am yours." Spence muttered under his breath.

Suddenly, Bond stopped kissing him and held his wrists tightly. Spence was too mortified and he pushed off his hand, making him angry.

"Why did you push me off?" Bond questioned as he got up.

"Not my wrists please. Anything else but that."

"Now what's with the wrist? Spence, you have to tell me about yourself." Bond commanded as he walked away from the bed.

"I guess, I can tell you. I trust you enough, Bond." Spence mustered up his courage to look up. "It's not good and flowery though."

"I never expected it to be so." Bond said as he took out a cigarette from the packet, putting it in his mouth.

"Ok so... The person you saw in the last video was none other than... Me." Spence suddenly had tears in his eyes. "I am sorry but that is the truth."

"It was you? No wonder you got too worked up at that time." Bond said as he puffed out a cloud of smoke. "Tell me the damn details goddammit!"

Spence slumped down on the floor and buried his head between his propped up legs. Bond couldn't see him, but he was certain Spence was crying underneath.

"Tell me what happened Spence." He commanded.

Spence felt uncomfortable in his own skin. He could feel the countless vermin that crawled up his skin that day. The feeling was alive again. It was all raw. The eyes that glared at his body, as the devils tore him to shreds that day. It was a day he never wanted to remember again. The irony was, the person he trusted the most to forget about it was the one who pushed him to his limits. Spence was slowly turning insane.

"You want to know about my past?" He lifted his head and asked.

"Yes, I want to know everything."

"Did I ever asked you about your past?" Spence seemed annoyed. "Did I ever ask about how you butchered people?!"

"No, you didn't." Bond answered. "But I want to know."