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[veikko luova]

Veikko let go of Aaro for a good moment or two to open up the coffin lid. Within seconds his hands were gripped tightly back onto the blonde pale memory before him. Veikko was going to lock up this memory with him for one night. Revel in the sheer sadistic pleasure he was derive from this trick. His face was twisted up with a snarl. He pushed Aaro down inside the plush interior, he was completely sinister. Any emotion across Aaro’s face was absolute bliss to Veikko, love or hate; it was pleasure to see those emotions. With Aaro’s back pressed firmly against the inside of the coffin, Veikko climbed inside not to sleep next to him but to sleep with him, in the way that vampires truly feel. He grinned and showed off his pearly white fangs. His eyes were growing redder by the second, the crimson want in him was strong now that he was letting go of all reasonable methods of conclusion. He was making ends meet with his selfish ways.

He closed the lid to the dawn rising beyond the bedroom. His darkest secret would be safely packed away in this trunk, Aaro would never admit it. He couldn’t. Veikko licked his fangs causing blood to squirt out of his tongue. He then leaned down with locked lid over his back. There was no room to move, the quarters were too tight for two bodies. Veikko licked the side of Aaro’s carved cheek with force, he smeared his lacerated tongue across the protruding bone and then he took a bite into the cheek. The muscle and flesh was torn away from Aaro’s cheek and Veikko chewed it up and spit it out next to the blonde’s head. He then pulled his head down and attached his fangs into the lower part of the missing cheek. He tore downward to the jaw bone. He had to let up though, the skin was hanging from the bone; teeth were showing through. Veikko’s eyes were the color of the blood before him. He plunged in again to the neck this time.

The artery splattered everywhere. Veikko’s face was covered in the rich red liquid. It was nice and cool over his hot face. It splashed up into his eyes and across his unshaven face. It then calmed and poured over to the silk bottom. Veikko snarled again and thrust his mouth to the rip in Aaro’s throat. He just began sucking at the large gash, covering his face in blood he wasn’t beyond thinking anymore. His eyes had rolled back up into his sockets to reveal white emotionless orbs. It was that milky white color of death. It was enough to scare anyone, to realize that thing person, or thing that they were facing gave them no change at survival. He was blinding sucking in as much blood as he could in the sloppy mess of his.

Only the next night would show him what he had done. The early hour of nine in the afternoon would shake his being into a senseless power hungry hurt monster. When he would wake up and see the blood on the silk lining and smell the friction and sex of the night before. He wouldn’t come out that night; he would go into his head, hide in a dark room in there and realize what he had done. All he would have left would be that distant heart beat and a picture of his long lost friend. Veikko Luova didn’t understand how to deal with death. He was completely inept when it came to real life death of a loved one. These victims, they were nothing to him. They were only useful for the few moments they provided him with a stolen life. Loosing Aaro forever would send him over the edge into something that would take real love to pull him back. In which case his chances of keeping himself sane were more than slim. They didn’t exist. Lucy didn’t love him like that. She loved the idea of him, not really him. She couldn’t save him. Only Aaro could, but his love would never be restored. Veikko was wrecking it into oblivion. He was killing himself.

[aaro valpas]

Aaro finally lost his balance and fell back into the open coffin with a cushioned thud. Veikko placed himself firmly on top of the powerless creature that lay there. The lid of the coffin closed shortly after, blocking out all light and air. Once the lid was locked into place Veikko became a monster. His eyes were filled with lust for the blood that continued to thrust so seductively in Aaro's veins. Aaro could hear Veikko's breathing come closer down towards him with menace. He was so close. The crazed vampire had forced them together and both bodies were now crushed into one. He had him in a grip that could break any mortals bones. He was restraining the struggling Aaro while he bent ever closer to lick the pale cheekbone of his victim with force. Aaro's flesh tingled with ecstasy but then burst with excruciating pain. Veikko had sank his teeth into the thick flesh of Aaro's cheek. He dragged the sharp fangs down, ripping the skin and exposing Aaro's white teeth beneath. Blood was everywhere. The air was filled with the strong aroma of the salty liquid that splattered to cover everything in sight.

Aaro struggled violently creating the coffin to quake and rumble. A low growl surfaced in his throat and forced it's way out with incredible volume. He was now screaming with anger and pain. Veikko seemed to ignore his ear shattering yells. He continued to tear at the skin and drag his daggered teeth down ripping the throat to pieces. Aaro's flesh hung loosely on his bones. His artery was severed and his blood was everywhere, soaking into his clothes and the coffin's interior. Veikko was dripping with the specks of scarlet that exploded on his face. It was a gory mess. Exactly what Veikko had hoped for. He lowered his lips to suck the sweet juice that spilled out of Aaro freely. But Aaro would have none of it. He managed to release his hands from the strong fingers that held them against the coffin floor. He brought them up and threw them into Veikko's hair. He pulled at the long black locks, trying desperately to separate the fangs from his throat.

He would do all he could to stop this monster from getting what he wanted. He thrust his leg up to kick at whatever anything it could reach. The knee slipped in between Veikko's legs and hit the top of the coffin. They were entangled together now. Veikko's lips were all over his tattered neck. They were embedded into the very veins that unceasingly pushed the blood out. He would not relinquish. He seemed to be famished the way he sucked and sucked. The air was becoming thicker a foggy, denseness that surrounded them. It was like two young lovers entangled in a sexual lust for one another that created this musty air. But Aaro was still apposing him. His actions were mixed though. Some of the touches and thrusts had a violent romance to them. He was struggling yet he was moving with the vampire on top of him. It was hateful sex.

They became one together though. The hands in Veikko's hair were still pulling and pulling. He could have used all of the strength he possessed and the hair would have easily ripped from the skull. But he did not wish it. He wanted to escape and also wanted to stay with the vampire. He was still roaring with volume that would wake every living thing throughout the city. He was loosing much of his blood and his energy was faltering. The blood was leaving him like a fountain and the only way he would regain that precious life sustaining elixer is to take it back from the beast that stole it from him. This idea repulsed him and tempted him at the same time.