Stirb Nicht Vor Mir

For a long time Rayner typed back before turning his head back to the road.

Why? Are you ever coming home? Rayner I love you."
Mike wanted to beg and plead for Rayner to turn around..

Mike burst into tears at the text, already up and looking for his razor.

Rayner shoved his phone into his pocket and pulled over onto the side of the road. He turned off the car before letting out a frustrated sigh.

Mike took the razor, sniffling as he ran the blade over his wrist, pressing hard as he drug the razor, making deep cuts into his wrist, splitting the milky white skin and letting the ruby red life liquid drain from his body.

Rayner kicked over a small tree. Damn it! He just....he just couldn't remember why he loved Mike. What had made him fall in love with those beautiful sapphire eyes. Eyes that always had tears in them because it was always HIS fault.

Mike whimpered quietly, thinking of his lover,..The one who had just left him and was never coming back. He let out a small sob, remembering Rayner's smile...His laugh....
He hadnt seen or heard them in months...

Rayner threw the small tree across the road. He was just so furious. Why couldn't things go back to the way they used to be with Mike?

Not even Mike knew, he was falling into a depression. He should have gone to a doctor but no...he said he was fine and now as he sat bleeding to death on his bathroom floor the thought occurred to him...
He might have been wrong.

Maybe he should call Mike? No, he wouldn't call him, not until Mike admitted he was jealous of the other men that Rayner attracted.

Hell yes Mike was jealous, all those man rubbing up on HIS lover. It fucking pissed him off and ate away at his insides.
And Rayner seemed to like it...

He admitted he enjoyed it, but he only had eyes for Mike. It was like Mike didn't have any faith in him. Rayner would never cheat on him.

It was hard though, for Mike to see them all over his lover, see how he enjoyed it and then fell how much they had drifted apart, hear Rayner no longer loved him and know he had left and might not be back...

He slammed his hands on the hood of his car. His anger blinding him. "Why don't you just die" He muttered, to angered to realise what he was saying.

And Mike was dying, his eyes slowly slipping shut as his body slid down to the floor. His blood covering everything.

Rayner sat back in his car. Maybe he should go back? But he was sleeping on the couch. He turned on the engine and pulled a U turn, heading straight back for the hotel.

He unlocked the door, to find all the lights bar the bathroom light off. He walked inside and saw his lover seemingly asleep on the floor..

"Mike, get up" He spoke as he prodded the man with his foot.

But Mike was gone, he had taken his last breath minutes ago. All that was left of him was a bloodied corpse that lay on the cold bathroom floor. Tear tracks on his pale face, his baby blue eyes that had gone dull had closed, a twisted smile on his face, frozen there.

"Mike get up!" Rayner growled as he rolled the body over, blood flicking onto his skin. His face paled.
"N-no..no Mike no" He gasped. He checked his pulse. Nothing. He felt his hands shake, an insane chuckle emitting from his chest. He grabbed Mikes body by the shoulders and dragged him out of the bathroom and onto their shared bed.

Mike would have never guess what his lover was doing to his body after he had passed...

He pulled the bloody body onto the bed. A cynical smile spread over his features. He began to undress Mikes corpse.

The corpse was cold, already getting even paler and even taking on a blue color to it. If only Mike knew...

He removed Mikes clothes and gave the corpse a good smack, leaving a red hand print on the cold body. He lifted Mikes wrist and began to suckle on the cut.

The body was growing stiffer and stiffer by the second, blood still seeping through the cuts.

Rayner licked at the cuts, drinking Mikes blood. He rolled the corpse onto it's stomach. He spread the cold apart before roughly thrusting into Mikes cold ass.