I sat, back against the sofa and stared out through the huge window. Black night reflected my image back at me. Shadows danced and rolled behind me. In them, I saw a flash of red and a glimmer of gold.
Triumph swelled in me. This was what I wanted. An encounter with the others. Creatures out of nightmares and daydreams. I wanted them to touch me. I wanted them to fuck me. I needed them to taste me.
As I watched, they emerged, forming out of the light and dark swirling around the room I sat in. One was as dark as night. The other as bright as day. No words were spoken. None were needed. I had been to this point before and knew what would happen next.
The golden one urged me to my feet. He supported me until the dark one’s claws grabbed my hips. The golden one dropped to his knees in front of me and licked from the base to the crown of my cock.
The dark one clasped me tight to his body. One arm acted as a band around my chest, imprisoning me. The other hand searched and plunged fingers into my hole. My cries crashed unheeded through the air.
They claimed me. One with his mouth. The other with his cock. When the dark one thrust into my tight passage, he buried his gleaming teeth into my neck. I moaned, spilling both blood and seed at once.
The golden one swallowed my seed like it was the sweetest ambrosia to him. His glistening eyes held mine and I saw all the hope of heaven there. He was the reason I endured the pain.
I learned I could not have pleasure without pain. I couldn’t have light without dark. I couldn’t have love without hate. There was no good without evil.
I never knew how long I remained caught between the golden creature and the dark one. I knew only that as the sun rose and I had been drained of nearly all my essence, they left. They eased back into the other side of the world from which they had come.
I managed to open my eyes to slit as the key scraped in the lock and the front door of my apartment opened. I ignored the cries of my partner and searched out glimpses of gold.
“You’re going to rehab. I can’t take this anymore.”
The words meant nothing to me. As I was dragged from the room, I caught a flash of red and a glimmer of gold. I was addicted to being kissed by gods.
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