First LP story. Ever. I feel so out of place in here. Anyway... This story was written thanks to Sarah Renee, wonderful writer. Don't blame her if you hate it though. I just took some ideas from conversations with her and wrote this up.

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The lights were out in the bedroom as I pushed the door open slowly. I listened for his breathing and was assured that he was unconscious, so I stepped into the room. Walking up to the bed, I kneeled down on the floor where I was facing his bare back. By the moonlight which was pouring in through the window, I studied his pale skin. My eyes followed the contours of his muscles, from his shoulder blades down to his tailbone.

The bruises that I had placed on his skin days ago had faded and turned into a mix of purple and green, but the fresh bruises from a mere hour ago were still dark, almost black in places. The contrast between the bruises and his skin was beautiful. I silently praised myself for a job well done. I didn’t hurt him. I made him beautiful.

I had to touch him, just run my fingers across his shoulder and feel his pain underneath my fingertips. The risk of waking him up was too great. I needed to remain unknown, just so I could watch him.

I leaned into his body, hovering over him. Just one touch, then I could go back to sleep happily. I never got to touch him without leaving a mark. This was my chance. Just one touch.

I raised my hand to his skin, grazing my fingertips across the darkest bruise on him, just below his shoulder. As my skin touched his, I thought of the pain I had caused him. I thought of his cries and pleas. And I smiled.

The pleasure I received from touching him was overwhelming, making my skin tingle. I ran my hand down his back, tracing every bruise, every mark, every scar on him. My smile grew wider as my pleasure was multiplied. I needed more.

Before I could think twice about it, I hovered even farther over him, so that my mouth was lingering over his arm. I cocked my head to the side and let my tongue glide over the bruise there, tasting his pain. Salty.

I slid my tongue up to his shoulder, biting down lightly on the dark bruise there, then continued to the next bruise. My tongue explored his back intensely, not missing a spot, while my hand snuck into my pants. The pleasure I was getting from licking his bruises had gone straight to my dick and I had to relieve myself.

“They don’t love you like I love you.” I whispered against his skin between bruises.

I kept molesting his back with my tongue and mouth as I jacked myself off, biting down hard on his already bruised skin when I reached my climax. He jerked away from me instinctively as I tore my hand away from my pants, wiping it on the bedspread out of his eyesight.

I realized that my other hand was still resting on his shoulder, so I yanked it away as he stared at me with confusion. Then, without another word, he stood up, glared at me, and walked toward the door.

“Chester! Wait. Please come back. It won’t happen again, I swear.”

He kept walking, then stopped suddenly. He turned to face me, showing me all of the bruises across his pale chest and the one on his cheek. Beautiful.

“You hurt me, Mike. You fucking hurt me.”

I watched as he walked away from me in confusion. I stared at the spot he had vacated, seeing him, seeing his battered body and all of its beauty in my mind. I heard the door to the guest room downstairs slam shut as I continued to stare at the doorway, still confused. I didn’t hurt him.

“I made you beautiful.”

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You may have noticed tiny traces of the songs "Maps" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and "Hurt Me" by V-Mob. Or maybe you didn't notice. Either way, they were in there.

Reviews appreciated. Thank you for reading. Have a lovely day.

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