Blood Stained Rain chapter 9

Blood Stained Rain chapter 9

Chapter 9:

Kyrie lay naked on the bed staring at the ceiling. ‘He should have been back by now…’ There came a light knock on the door and Kyri sat up quickly.
“Kyri? I just got a message from Dracko, he’s going to be late. He ran into an old friend they went out for drinks.” Kyri groaned and flopped back onto the bed. He had hoped to give Dracko a little surprise when he got home, they had been apart for a week and a half. ‘Stupid work.’ He rolled onto his stomach and looked out the window at the rapidly darkening sky. ‘I’ll wait just a little longer.’

Dracko wobbled down the stairs into the house at around 2:00 am. He was rather proud of himself for making the flight home with out dieing. He knew now the tricky part was not waking Calla. He slid along the wall to his room, but was rather surprised when he opened his door. There lay his sweet little lover sprawled out completely naked and sound asleep. He smiled to himself as he moved to the bed, he licked and nibbled at Kyri’s ear until he earned a small moan. He undid his pants and mounted the sleeping angel, he ran his hands down his bare torso and over his cock to his awaiting hole. He shoved one finger all the way in not even bothering with lube.
The sudden pain of the invasion brought Kyri out of his dreams. “Ahh!” He blinked once or twice till his eyes focused, “Dracko?” But before he could make a move another finger was inside him. “Aww, stop it!” Dracko leaned down and licked his pink lips. ‘Alcohol?! He’s completely drunk!’ The sent was strong and Kyri suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He felt a wave of relief when the two fingers left him but they were suddenly replaced but a much larger object. Dracko slammed his cock all the way to the hilt with out any warning.
“AHHH!” Kyrie felt the tears spilling from his eyes as he was torn. His whole body tensed up but that only caused more pain as Dracko continued to pound into him. He raised his hands to push the dragon away, “Dracko, stop PLEASE!” He hands were forced back onto the mattress and held above his head. The only sounds in the room were his choked sobs and the smacking of flesh on flesh, as he lay there helpless while his beloved raped him.

Dracko woke late the next morning with a slight headache and feeling a little sick. ‘What happened last night?’ His memory was foggy, he remembered being with Kyri but when he looked around the angel was no to be found. He got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen.
“Kyrie?” Calla sounded worried and a little pissed.
“I am frightened.” Kyri’s voice was soft and shaking. Dracko froze halfway down the hall. He moved to the end of the hall and peeked around the corner. Kyrie sat on his usual bar stool a steaming cup of tea between his hands, his entire body trembled.
“I know dear, but it will be okay now. I’ll take care of it.” She glanced up and saw Dracko standing at the end of the hall, she glared at him and felt her eyes go slitted. Dracko took a small step back, Calla’s eyes only did that if she was almost to the point of killing someone. Kyrie noticed Calla’s change and looked up to see Dracko.
He turned away and stood. “I am gunna go.” He said softly and went for the hall and the safety of his room.
Dracko reached out to him when he got close, “Kyri?” But the angel shyed away moving as far from the dragon as he could in the narrow hall and rushed past to his room. Dracko stared after him not sure what to do. He turned to ask Calla what was going on but was suddenly slapped across the cheek. ‘Damn she’s stronger than she looks.’
“You’re an ass. Acting like that to him after what you did! I swear you better leave him be or I’ll rip you apart!” The statement was accompanied by a snarl.
“What in the bloody hell are you talking about!” He watched as she stared at him a moment, her look softening slightly
“You came home raving drunk last night and attacked him in his sleep and when he woke up you pinned him down and raped him.” Dracko slumped against the wall covering his mouth with his hand. ‘Oh god, OH GOD! I hurt him! No wonder he avoided me. Oh god!’ He shut his eyes tight to hold in his tears. ‘I’ve ruined everything. The only person I’ve ever lover and I do THAT! Oh god! I already ruined his life, lost him his job, his status, got his thrown out of his home. I don’t even deserve him. He would be better off without me. He would be better of if I was dead.’ He knew it was a dangerous train of thought and killing himself hadn’t crossed his mind for so long but he was in no state to make rational choices now. He pushed himself off the wall and headed for the door.
“Dracko where are you going?” He ignored her and left the house for the pub. Dinking himself to death sounded like a good way to go, that’s what he would do. “DRACKO!?” But he was already gone.