He held his mobile phone in his left hand while his other gripped the overhead railing, swaying with the motion of the commuter line train. Concentrating on the words on the screen, he tried blocking the sounds and smells and the heat of bodies around him. Devoutly reciting the words, he scrolled through the prayers, each uttered syllable like the building blocks of a shield between him and the seething, sweating, corrupt masses.
As half-garbled announcements came through the speakers, the train lurched to a stop at a station. He made the mistake of looking up as the door opened and a man or was it a boy pushed his way onto the car. His recitation stuttered. The man boy? was dark haired, tattooed, wearing all black, with piercings up and down his ears and even some in his nostril and lips. His lips. He stared at the lush lower lip decorated with a black ring then at the metallic ball glittering above the pouty upper one.
He yanked his attention back onto his mobile phone screen when he felt the beast sniffing, threatening to wake from his slumber. No. Not happening. Not today. He took a deep breath and steeled himself, centering his focus on the words of the prayers. The prayers that will keep him clean, keep him pure, keep him resisting the… Shit. The boy chose a spot right in front of him, a bit to the side. He can see tattoos of stars starting from behind his ear down the right side of his neck, can count them from this angle, the back of the ear studs he was wearing, the scent oh God the scent of spicy, gingery perfume that softly wafted up. Men don’t wear perfume. Only whores are scented like this, with designs to entice and tempt. He sneaked a look and saw the title of the book at the top of the page. Against Nature. He frowned at the title. Sinner boy. With his undoubtedly perverse book and piercings and tattoos and his delicious perfume.
He tried stifling a gasp when he felt the beast growl. Yet something must’ve gotten through, enough to make the boy look away from the book he was reading and glance at him, just for a moment, before turning back. In that moment, though, he got a look at those big round eyes and for a moment, couldn’t help imagining what they would look like with tears in them, with pain, wide in fear and lost in helplessness, blank as life winked out of them. The beast gave a low growl, more persistently this time. He gritted his teeth in response and again tried to gather his crumbling focus. The prayers, right. Hear the words of your humble servant, God. Help me to…
The train staggered to another stop over yet another broken announcement and the boy the foolish, sinner boy who was holding his book and not the railing like any normal person would, lost in the pages, stumbled back into him. “Oh hells, sorry.” The boy the sinful, tempter devil boy looked up at him again, the eyebrows raised, the pierced lips those cocksucking, dirty, lying lips slightly agape. The beast broke loose on contact, his ears rushing as the proximity bought to awareness the body heat of the boy, the blood rich, hot, red blood flowing in his veins, the wicked oh so wicked slithering of naked skin and slick sweat and thick blood thoughts and feelings that must be coursing through the boy because no clean and pure boy would look like this, smell like this, feel like this against his body. He could hear that voice screaming yes scream for my mercy, shrieking no one would ever hear you now, begging none was spared, none ever would. He would see that face contorted in suffering as he hammered the respect and awe for the God that had blessed him with the beast within him into the boy. He would taunt the boy the little slut whose very existence went against everything he believed, worshipped, and held dear, making him think he had a chance to survive, but he wouldn’t ashes to ashes, grind your bones to dust. And as he cut the boy’s flesh that tender, tainted flesh so vile and evil, cleansed it with licks and kisses of his knives, one sliver at a time, one wail at a time, blood and tears will be spilled and God would be appeased.
He let slip a smile, and he saw and smelled the boy’s mixed reaction of trepidation and desire to the heat you’re mine and you know that you’re mine and you want it in his eyes. The beast inside howled in response.
It would dine and drink tonight.