Love Bites Back!
By: Mikolai
The ceiling fan wobbled on its axis, its blades slicing through the humid air with a rhythmic groan. Beneath it, a crumpled pair of jeans lay discarded near the foot of the bed, one leg still inside-out where it had been kicked off in haste.

The room smelled like cheap body spray and something sharper, muskier, the kind of scent that clung to sheets long after the act. Posters of battling Pokémon teams curled at the edges where the tape had given up, their corners browned by time. A half-eaten granola bar sat atop a physics textbook, abandoned mid-bite.

Against the pillows, the Krookodile boy, Darius, rolled onto his side, the mattress creaking under his weight. Sixteen, thick-shouldered and built like he could take a hit, his red scales glowed faintly in the dim light from the cracked-open closet door. White underbelly, soft where the armor-plated ridges of his back gave way, striped with black like warning signs. His eyes, brown and slit-pupiled, blinked slowly at the ceiling. His cock, still heavy and flaccid, lay against his thigh, uncut and glistening faintly where they hadn’t bothered to clean up yet.

Beside him, the Ekans boy, Nasir, fourteen, coiled loose-limbed and lazy, stretched, his serpentine spine arching. His scales were smooth, almost iridescent under the sickly yellow of the bedroom lamp, purple fading into cream along his belly. Blue eyes, sharp and bright, blinked up at Darius, and his grin was all teeth. Fit, lean-muscled where Darius was built like a brawler, Nasir had abs you could count, a tight little V leading down to his cock, thick and uncut, resting soft against his thigh. His tail twitched, the tip flicking against Darius’s ankle.

The bed was too small for both of them, a twin, creaking under the Krookodile’s bulk, the sheets tangled and damp. Darius exhaled, rough, through his nose, his claws flexing against the mattress. They hadn’t bothered with condoms. Again. Not like they ever did. Nasir’s scent clung to him, musk and something sweet, something that made Darius’s throat tighten when he breathed it in.

Nasir’s fingers traced lazy circles on Darius’s chest, his nails, sharp, black, too-long, scratching lightly over the softer scales of his underbelly. “You’re quiet,” Nasir murmured, his voice pitched low, teasing. Like he thought he knew what was coming next. Like he thought this was just another night, just another round. His tail coiled lazily around Darius’s calf, squeezing once, possessively.

Darius let his claws dig deeper into the mattress, the fabric beneath them shredding just a little more. He exhaled through his nose again, slow, deliberate, his pulse steady where Nasir’s fingers brushed over it. The boy was always too trusting, too eager, like he’d never learned that teeth could bite, that claws could tear. Two years younger, two years stupider. Darius had counted the ribs under his fingers more than once, had felt the way Nasir’s breath hitched when he pressed just a little too hard. Easy.

Nasir’s tail tightened around his leg, a playful squeeze, oblivious to the way Darius’s own tail twitched, the thick muscle flexing against the sheets. He’d been thinking about it for weeks, turning the idea over in his head like a stone in his palm. How quickly would it be? How quiet. The bed was too small anyway. The room smelled like sweat and sex and the sour tang of old takeout containers piled in the corner. He could already picture the cleanup, bleach, trash bags, and the ditch behind the abandoned building where no one ever went.

Darius rolled onto his side, looming over Nasir, his shadow swallowing the Ekans boy whole. Nasir blinked up at him, grinning, stupid, trusting, his cock already stirring where it lay against his thigh. Darius exhaled through his nose, slow, deliberate, the sound of his breath thick in the air between them. “Another round,” he murmured, low, rough. Not a question. Never a question with him.

Nasir’s tail flicked, his grin widening, sharp teeth flashing in the dim light. “Yeah?” His voice was bright, eager, like he hadn’t noticed the way Darius’s claws flexed against the mattress, the way his pupils narrowed to slits. “Fuck, yeah.” He shifted, arching his back, his scales catching the light like oil on water. His cock was half-hard already, twitching against his stomach.

Darius didn’t smile. He pushed himself up, the bed groaning under his weight, and swung his legs over the side. The floor was cold under his feet, littered with discarded clothes and empty soda cans. He didn’t look back as he crossed the room, his tail dragging behind him, heavy with purpose. The closet door creaked when he opened it; the sound was too loud in the quiet room. Inside, tangled among jackets and old gym bags, was a length of rope, frayed at the ends, left over from some forgotten camping trip. He wrapped his claws around it, testing the weight, the roughness against his palm.

Nasir watched him from the bed, his tail curling lazily around one of the bedposts. “What’s that for?” he asked, voice light, curious. His eyes flicked from the rope to Darius’s face, but his grin didn’t fade. He stretched, arching his back, his scales shimmering in the dim light. “Gonna tie me up?” he teased, wiggling his hips against the mattress like it was a joke, like he didn’t know.

Darius didn’t answer. He walked back to the bed, the rope coiled loosely in his hand. The mattress dipped under his weight as he knelt beside Nasir, his shadow swallowing the boy’s slender frame. He reached down, catching Nasir’s wrists in one clawed hand, his grip firm but not rough. Not yet. “Turn over,” he said, voice low, rough. Not a suggestion.

Nasir laughed, breathy, eager, his blue eyes glinting with amusement. “Fuck, you’re serious?” He rolled onto his stomach without hesitation, his tail flicking playfully against Darius’s thigh. His wrists stayed limp in Darius’s grip, pliant, trusting. “Didn’t know you were into this,” he murmured into the pillow, his voice muffled but bright. His back arched slightly, the smooth scales of his spine catching the dim light, his ass lifting just enough to tease.

Darius said nothing. His claws worked quickly, looping the rope around Nasir’s wrists, pulling tight enough to bite into flesh but not enough to break skin. Not yet. The knots were rough, inelegant, but they’d hold. Nasir wriggled experimentally, testing the restraint, his breath hitching when the rope rubbed against his scales. “Tighter,” he gasped, pressing his face into the mattress. Darius obliged, yanking the final knot with a sharp jerk that made Nasir hiss, half pain, half pleasure.

Rolling him onto his back, Darius loomed over him, his shadow swallowing the Ekans boy’s smaller frame. Nasir’s cock lay soft against his stomach, but Darius didn’t rush. He dragged a claw down the length of it, slow, deliberate, watching as it twitched under his touch. Nasir moaned, his hips lifting off the bed, his tail thrashing against the sheets. Darius wrapped his fingers around him, squeezing just enough to make Nasir gasp, his back arching. The rhythm was lazy, almost cruel in its slowness, his thumb swiping over the tip every few strokes, spreading the wetness that gathered there. Nasir was panting by the time he hardened fully, his cock flushed dark against his stomach, leaking.

Darius watched him, his own breath steady, his pulse calm. Nasir’s wrists strained against the rope behind his back, his scales glistening with sweat where the knots bit into his flesh. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath shallow, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

Darius wrapped his fingers around Nasir’s throat, his claws pressing just enough to make the Ekans boy’s breath hitch. Nasir groaned, arching into his grip, his tail twisting against the sheets. He was hard now, fully, his cock twitching against his stomach, flushed and leaking.

The Krookodile boy leaned down, his breath hot against Nasir’s ear. “I liked our time together,” he murmured, voice low, rough. Nasir shuddered, his hips lifting, seeking friction that wasn’t there. His wrists strained against the rope, his scales chafing where the knots dug in. Darius squeezed his throat once, gently, watching the way Nasir’s lips parted, his breath catching. “But this is it for us.”

Nasir blinked, his brow furrowing, his grin faltering for the first time. “What?” His voice was hoarse, confused, still half-laughing like it was a joke. His tail flicked against the mattress, restless. Darius didn’t answer. He reached for the pillow beside them, the fabric rough under his claws. Nasir’s breath hitched again, his cock twitching, his body still humming with pleasure. “Darius,?”

The pillow came down before he could finish. Darius pressed it over Nasir’s face, his full weight behind it, his claws digging into the fabric. Nasir jerked beneath him, his muscles tensing, his tail thrashing wildly. The bedframe rattled against the wall, the sound muffled by the pillow, by the wet, choked gasps beneath it. Darius leaned harder, his thighs bracketing Nasir’s hips, pinning him in place. The Ekans boy’s struggles grew frantic, his back arching, his wrists twisting against the rope. The knots held.

Nasir’s tail lashed out, smacking against Darius’s ribs with a dull thud, but the Krookodile barely flinched. He kept the pillow pressed down, his breath steady, his pulse calm. The mattress dipped beneath them, the springs groaning under their combined weight. Nasir’s hips bucked, his cock still hard against Darius’s stomach, twitching with every desperate jerk of his body. His claws scraped against the sheets, the fabric tearing under his nails. Darius could feel the heat of Nasir through the pillow, the wetness of his breath as it grew shallower, weaker.

The Ekans boy’s struggles were frantic now, his muscles straining, his scales slick with sweat. His tail coiled around Darius’s waist, squeezing, trying to pull him off, but Darius did not budge. He leaned in closer, his weight pinning Nasir’s hips to the bed, his claws digging into the pillow. The rope around Nasir’s wrists creaked, the fibers straining as he twisted, his arms trembling with effort. His breaths came in ragged, muffled gasps, the sound wet and choked beneath the fabric.

Nasir’s cock bounced with every desperate jerk of his body, still hard, still leaking pre-cum in thick, glistening streaks across his stomach. The tip was flushed dark, twitching with every failed attempt to buck Darius off. His thighs trembled, his tail thrashing wildly, smacking against the bedframe with dull thuds. Sweat beaded along his spine, dripping down the curve of his back, pooling in the dips between his scales. The musky scent of exertion mixed with the lingering tang of sex, thick in the humid air.

His wrists twisted against the rope, the rough fibers biting deeper into his flesh with every frantic tug. Blood welled where the knots had rubbed his scales raw, dark and slick against his purple skin. His claws scraped uselessly at the sheets, shredding the fabric beneath him, his breath coming in choked, wet gasps beneath the pillow. The Ekans boy’s hips jerked again, his cock twitching violently, his body still betraying him with pleasure even as panic clawed its way up his spine.

Darius did not shift, nor ease his weight for even a second. His thighs locked around Nasir’s waist, his tail pressing down against the mattress to keep the smaller boy pinned. He could feel Nasir’s muscles straining beneath him, the way his stomach heaved with every failed attempt to draw breath. The pillow muffled the sounds of his thrashing, but the bedframe rattled against the wall, the springs screaming under the force of Nasir’s convulsions.

Nasir kicked wildly, his legs twisting, his tail lashing against the sheets like a whip. His claws dug into the mattress, shredding the fabric beneath him, but it was useless. Darius was heavier, stronger, his bulk immovable. The Ekans boy’s hips jerked, his cock still achingly hard, twitching with every frantic movement. Pre-cum smeared across Darius’s stomach, sticky and warm, a sick contrast to the way Nasir’s body was beginning to weaken beneath him.

His lungs burned, his chest heaving against the pillow, his ribs screaming for air that wouldn’t come. Nasir thrashed his head side to side, his blue eyes wide beneath the suffocating fabric, his pupils blown wide with panic. The rope bit deeper into his wrists, the rough fibers tearing into his scales, drawing thin lines of blood that dripped onto the sheets. His tail coiled around Darius’s waist, squeezing with desperate, weakening strength, but the Krookodile did not even grunt.

Darius watched, his slit-pupiled gaze unblinking, his breath steady. He could feel the moment Nasir’s muscles began to falter, the jerks of his hips growing sluggish, his cock still twitching against his stomach in pathetic, involuntary pulses. The Ekans boy’s claws scraped one last time against the mattress before his fingers curled inward, limp. His tail loosened, sliding off Darius’s waist to thump weakly against the bed.

Nasir’s body arched one final time, his spine bowing under Darius’s weight, his cock throbbing violently as a thick, wet spurt of cum painted his stomach. His hips stuttered, his thighs trembling, his breath trapped beneath the pillow in a wet, shuddering gasp. Then, stillness. His cock remained hard against his belly, twitching faintly as the last of his orgasm dribbled out onto his scales.

Darius kept still like that for another few minutes, his weight pressing down, his claws dug into the pillow. Nasir’s legs twitched sporadically, his tail curling inward, limp against the sheets. The Ekans boy’s chest no longer rose; his breaths no longer wheezed beneath the fabric. The only sounds were the faint creak of the bedframe and the distant hum of the ceiling fan, still slicing through the stale air. Darius exhaled through his nose, slow, deliberate, his own pulse steady.

He peeled the pillow away, the fabric damp with Nasir’s spit and sweat. The Ekans boy’s face was slack, his lips slightly parted, his sharp teeth catching the dim light. His blue eyes were still open, glassy and fixed on nothing, the pupils blown wide. Darius pressed two claws to the side of Nasir’s throat, pressing deep enough to feel for the pulse that was not there. Nothing. He lingered, his breath warm against Nasir’s scales, waiting for any flicker of movement, any last-ditch twitch. There wasn’t one.

Nasir looked smaller in death, his limbs sprawled loose where they’d finally stopped fighting. His tail lay limp against the sheets, the vibrant purple of his scales muted under the sickly yellow light. Darius trailed his claws down Nasir’s chest, tracing the ridges of his ribs, counting them one last time. The boy’s stomach was still streaked with cum, the mess tacky now, cooling against his skin. His cock lay half-hard, twitching faintly as the last of his nerves fired useless signals.

Darius exhaled, slow, deliberate, his own cock heavy between his thighs. The scent of sweat and sex still clung to Nasir’s body, muskier now, thick with the iron tang of blood from his raw wrists. The Krookodile boy hooked his hands under Nasir’s knees, lifting them easily, spreading the Ekans boy’s legs wide. The soles of his feet were smooth, softer than the rest of him, pale cream against the darker purple. Darius pressed them together, tilting them upward, bringing them level with his face. Nasir’s toes curled slightly, the reflex of a body no longer his own.

He traced a claw down the arch of one foot, watching the way the skin dimpled under the pressure. Dead weight, but still warm. Still pliant. Darius’s own cock throbbed, thick and heavy against his stomach, the tip already wet. He hadn’t planned this part, but the opportunity was too good to waste. He dragged Nasir’s hips closer, the boy’s ass sliding easily over the damp sheets, his tail limp and unresisting. Darius spat into his palm, slicking himself roughly, his breath hitching at the friction. Nasir’s hole was still loose from earlier, glistening faintly where they hadn’t bothered to clean up. Darius pressed the head of his cock against it, slow, savoring the way the muscle gave way with barely any resistance.

He pushed in with a grunt, the heat of Nasir’s body clenching around him even in death. The Ekans boy’s toes twitched as Darius bottomed out, a phantom reflex that made his pulse jump. He rocked back, then thrust in again, harder, his claws digging into Nasir’s thighs to keep them spread. The soles of the boy’s feet were smooth against his palms, the skin softer here than anywhere else. Darius dragged his tongue along the arch of one foot, the taste salty with dried sweat, the texture almost delicate. He sucked two toes into his mouth, biting down just enough to feel the bones beneath the skin. Nasir’s foot jerked in his grip, the muscles spasming uselessly.

Darius fucked him slow, deliberate, his hips rolling in lazy circles. The bed creaked under their weight, the sound rhythmic, almost obscene in the quiet room. Nasir’s cock bounced with every thrust, still half-hard, the tip glistening with a thin string of leftover cum. Darius wrapped his fingers around it, squeezing just to watch the way the boy’s stomach tensed, the way his ribs flared with the ghost of a breath that wouldn’t come. He stroked him in time with his thrusts, the motion idle, almost bored. Nasir’s body was warm, still pliant, his hole clenching around Darius’s cock like it remembered what to do.

The Krookodile boy dragged his tongue along the arch of Nasir’s foot again, savoring the salt of his skin, the way the delicate bones shifted under his lips. He sucked two toes into his mouth, biting down just enough to feel the pressure give way beneath his teeth. Nasir’s foot twitched in his grip, a useless little spasm that made Darius groan around the digits. His balls slapped against the Ekans boy’s ass with every thrust, the sound wet, heavy, the impact jostling Nasir’s limp body. Darius could feel the heat of him, the way his insides clung, still so fucking tight even in death.

Nasir’s cock leaked another weak dribble of cum onto his stomach, the last of his nerves firing off pathetic little pulses. Darius squeezed the base of it, twisting his grip just to watch the way the tip darkened, the slit fluttering like it was trying to gasp. He fucked into him harder, the bedframe slamming against the wall with every thrust, the springs screaming under their weight. The rope around Nasir’s wrists creaked, the fibers straining where his deadweight pulled against them. Blood seeped from the raw wounds, dark and sticky against the sheets.

Darius came with a grunt, his claws digging crescent moons into Nasir’s thighs as he buried himself to the hilt. He spilled inside the Ekans boy, hot and thick, the sensation muffled only by the way Nasir’s body had already begun to cool. He rocked through it, slow, savoring the drag of his cock against slack flesh, the way Nasir’s hole still clung to him like it didn’t know better. When he pulled out, cum dripped lazily from the boy’s ass, pooling on the ruined sheets.

Nasir’s cock was still hard. Darius wrapped his fingers around it, squeezing it experimentally, watching the tip darken under his grip. He stroked it once, twice, slow and deliberate, his thumb swiping over the slit just to see if it would twitch. It didn’t. The boy’s balls were drawn tight against his body, the skin there softer, warmer than the rest of him. Darius pinched one between his claws, rolling it idly, his breath hitching when a thin string of cum oozed from Nasir’s cock. He let go, wiping his hand on the boy’s stomach, smearing the mess further across his scales.

The Krookodile boy rolled Nasir onto his stomach, the Ekans boy’s body limp and pliant beneath him. The rope around his wrists creaked as Darius dragged his hips up, the boy’s ass lifting easily, his tail flopping to the side like deadweight. Darius spat onto his fingers, rubbing them roughly against Nasir’s hole, the muscle still loose from earlier. He pressed two digits inside without preamble, twisting them just to watch the way the boy’s body gaped around them, his insides clinging weakly even in death. Darius curled his fingers, searching for the spot that used to make Nasir writhe, his breath hitching when he found it. The boy’s cock twitched pathetically against the sheets, another weak dribble of cum spilling onto the fabric.

Darius withdrew his fingers, wiping them on Nasir’s thigh before gripping the boy’s hips hard enough to bruise. He lined himself up, pressing the head of his cock against the slicked entrance, pushing in with a slow, deliberate thrust. The heat was fading, but the tightness remained, Nasir’s body yielding to him like it was made for it. Darius groaned, his claws digging into the soft scales of Nasir’s waist as he bottomed out, his balls pressing against the boy’s ass. He rocked back, then slammed in again, the bedframe rattling against the wall with the force of it. Nasir’s body jolted with each thrust, his cock bouncing against the mattress, still half-hard, still leaking.

The Krookodile boy leaned forward, pressing his chest against Nasir’s back, his breath hot against the nape of the Ekans boy’s neck. He could smell the musk of his own cum inside Nasir, the scent mingling with the metallic tang of blood from the rope burns. Darius buried his face in the crook of Nasir’s shoulder, biting down just hard enough to leave indents in the smooth purple scales. He fucked him harder, his hips pistoning, the sound of skin slapping against skin obscenely loud in the quiet room. Nasir’s tail thumped limply against the bed with every thrust, his body rocking forward like a doll.

Darius groaned, the sensation of his own cum still warm inside Nasir’s body driving him wild. It clung to his cock, slicking every thrust, the heat fading but the tightness still perfect. He reached around, wrapping his claws around Nasir’s throat, squeezing just to feel the way the boy’s pulse didn’t flutter beneath his grip anymore. The Ekans boy’s head lolled back against his shoulder, his eyes dull and half-lidded, his lips slightly parted. Darius licked a stripe up his neck, savoring the salt of his skin, the way his body still yielded so beautifully.

Nasir’s tail twitched weakly as Darius’s thrusts grew erratic, his hips slamming forward with desperate, jerky movements. The bedframe groaned under their weight, the springs screaming in protest. Darius buried his face in the crook of Nasir’s shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave indents in his scales, his breath ragged against the boy’s skin. His cock throbbed inside him, the pressure building, his balls drawing tight against his body. He came with a choked groan, spilling inside Nasir one last time, his claws digging deep enough to draw blood from the Ekans boy’s hips.

Darius pulled out slowly, his cum dribbling from Nasir’s gaping hole onto the ruined sheets. He rolled the boy onto his back, his limbs sprawling limp and lifeless, his tail coiled awkwardly beneath him. Nasir’s cock still lay hard against his stomach, glistening with a thin sheen of leftover cum. Darius traced a claw along its length, marveling at how warm it still was, how pliant. He pinched the tip between his fingers, watching as another weak dribble of fluid oozed from the slit. Pathetic. Even in death, the boy couldn’t stop leaking.

He leaned down, pressing his snout against Nasir’s slack jaw, inhaling the fading scent of sweat and musk beneath the metallic tang of death. His tongue dragged along the boy’s lips, tasting the lingering sweetness of cheap soda and the faint bitterness of fear. Darius pressed his mouth fully against Nasir’s, his teeth scraping against the Ekans boy’s sharp canines, his tongue forcing its way past parted lips. The kiss was deep, wet, possessive, a final claim on what had once been his. Nasir’s body did not respond, nor arch into him, but Darius didn’t care. He bit down hard enough to split the boy’s lip, savoring the copper burst on his tongue before pulling away.

Nasir’s face was slack, his blue eyes dull and unfocused, his mouth slightly open where Darius had left it. A thin trail of saliva and blood connected their lips for a second before snapping. Darius wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his claws catching on his own scales. He lingered for a moment longer, tracing the curve of Nasir’s cheekbone with a single claw, memorizing the way the dim light caught on his iridescent scales. Pretty, even now. But done. Used up.

The Krookodile boy exhaled through his nose, slow and deliberate, his pulse steady despite the heat still lingering in his veins. He rolled off the bed, his feet hitting the floor with a dull thud. The room smelled like sex and sweat and something darker now, something metallic and final. Darius stretched, his spine popping as he reached for his phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up with notifications: three missed calls from his mother, a text from some boy on Grindr asking if he was still free tonight. Darius smirked, his thumb hovering over the keyboard before typing a response. He looks back at Nasir, thinking the boy might have company before tonight is over.