A New Day, A New Life, Same Old You.Mature

This is going to be a fictional, paranormal romance. I'm not really sure where its going exactly, but I have a plan and I hope its going to be as good as I envision it.

The sky was dark, almost black, as the storm raged, the winds blowing fiercely at anyone prepared to leave the sanctuary of their home. Mikhail was supposed to be at home, but like all the other times his step father told him what to do, he ignored it completely. His black and red hair was dripping in the rain, the tendrils flying everywhere, into his eyes and around his peaked beanie hat. He was tall, almost 6ft, but not quite reaching it, and his body was lithe and muscular, not the bodybuilder type muscualr, but the noticeable, well defined muscles. He was soaked through, his skin clammy and cold, his lips turning blue and his cheeks stained red with broked blood cells.
The area he lived in was scarecly populated, so far into the mountains that no one would dare to inhabit the surrounding area, it was full of wild animals, mostly wolves, and this was no place for bringing up a family. Not that Mikhail cared, he didnt want one, nor could he have one. H ewas gay. Incapable of reproducing...well, with someone he loved. Growling, he yelled at the ferocious sky, his call being carried away on the gales.
Sludging throught the muddy snow, he made his way home...but its not your home came the thought. Mentally scolding himself, Mikhail did what he did whenever his mind made sense...He ignored it. Pulling his hood tighter around him, his fingerless gloves barely protecting his hands from the biting cold, he jumped down the bank, his feet sliding against the frozen snow. Staggering at the bottom, he ran to the house, his frozen hands catching the door handle. Wrenching it open Mikhail pulled his soaked jacket off, his hoodie following, showing a pale, yet toned abdomen. Faint scars marred his skin here and there, nothing too fatal looking, but scary all the same.
Moving through the house, he glided more than walked, his body all grace, he dragged his schoolbag behind him. You do know your gonna be found out and have to move again? came that annoying voice again. Yeah...i know he responded to himself, the one thing he did more often than before. His life no longer mattered to him, he was here abdomen. Faint scars marred his skin here and there, nothing too fatal looking, but scary all the same.
Moving through the house, he glided more than walked, his body all grace, he dragged his schoolbag behind him. You do know your gonna be found out and have to move again? came that annoying voice again. Yeah...i know he responded to himself, the one thing he did more often than before. His life no longer mattered to him, he was here for one reason only, and that was to contribute to his father's legacy. once he had a child, he would seek the one thing he wanted. Eternal rest. Slamming his door, for no real reason other than to eradicate the silence that seemed to encolse him, he dragged the trousers and boxers from his lean hips, he tossed them aside leaving him open and exposed. Sighing he run the shower, the water already hot, and stood under the spray, the steaming liquid sliding over his body, downwards, into the crevices of his muscles. Scrubbing his hard body, his glared at the inside of his eyelids as the water pounded against him, heating his cold dead blood. He wanted eternal rest, but at the same time, he wanted to love someone, someone who could bring his heart back to life, to save him from becoming a monster. His imagination pictured up a tall, brown haired boy, around his age, but a little smaller. The boy was leaning against his back, naked and soaking wet, his hands sliding over Mikhails hips, to touch his most intimate place. Moaning slightly, Mikhail cupped himself, stroking gently, slowly, wishing it was his lovers hand. Gasping, he sped up, wanting the one moment of pleasure, the only pleasure he will have, sighing as he came. 'Damn it all...' he muttered, washing himself down, sliding from the shower, walking into his room and climbing into the bed. Closing his eyes, Mikhail clutched at the only image of the one he wanted he had, and drifted off to sleep.
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