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again in pleasure. He loved touching Daniel. It was so much more intense than any other contact he had with anyone else. With his eyes closed and his prick oozing all over Daniel's thighs, Brock muttered, "Did you come?"
    "Come where?" Daniel sucked at Brock's neck hungrily.
    "Never mind." Brock moaned, mounting Daniel like a hound in heat, spurting semen all over him as he rose to the heavens. Colored light danced across his face like sparkles of fire. " Ahhhh, Daniel ... ooooh, my God .... "He was beginning to hit the stratosphere. " Auuughhhh ..." The pleasure instantly morphed with pain. " Oh, gadddd ... Dan ... not my blood ...
    noooo ... " Brock struggled to open his eyes. It was like anesthesia was in him and he could not pry his lids apart.
    " Danny, no ... no ..." Another wave of orgasm burned through him and his cock kept ejaculating. Demanding his own limbs to cooperate, Brock fought with the coming paralysis and his hands found the bedspread. With a final effort before he lost consciousness, he thrust his arms forward and was propelled back from the bite of Daniel's teeth.
    Shaking his head, opening his eyes with a supreme effort, he looked down at Daniel. His mouth was blood red, his eyes were on fire with green light. Feeling heat running down his neck, Brock touched himself, blood dripped from his fingertips. " Ooooh, no .... "Brock panicked, tripping off the bed to the floor. "Danny, you promised ... no..."
    "Baby..." Daniel's expression softened. "Don't be upset."
    "Oh, God..." Brock kept touching his throat, looking at the blood on his hand in horror.
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    "Shh." Daniel rushed to cradle him, sitting with him on the carpet.
    Brock started crying. He felt so weak and helpless. "I asked you not to make me bleed. I begged you..."
    "All right. No more tonight." Daniel kissed his hair, petting it back.
    Sobbing from the fear, Brock eyes filled and overflowed down his cheeks and jaw. He felt limp and empty. Daniel picked him up and carried him to the bathroom. Resting Brock on the marble floor, Daniel cleaned the dripping blood from Brock's skin.
    Brock cringed, hating the sight of the red on the white toilet tissue as Daniel dabbed at his cut and threw away the dirty paper. "Why? Why do you have to do that? Danny, we have so much ... we feel so good together. Why?"
    "Shh, my lover ... Hush." Daniel brushed away his tears, kissing his cheeks tenderly.
    Wrapping around him, Brock hugged him tight, crying over his shoulder as they crouched on the floor.
    "All right." Daniel stroked Brock's hair gently. "Calm yourself." Picking Brock up, Daniel carried him back to the bed, laying him down and bringing up the blanket to his chin.
    Brock began to get a hold on his emotions. Wiping off his face, sniffling, his insides unwound as he became more lucid.
    Scooting to sit up against the pillows and the headboard, Brock stared at Daniel as he relaxed next to him, staring back.
    "I don't mean to harm you."
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    "But you do, Danny." Brock wiped at his fresh tears in humiliation.
    "No. Never. I just want to please you." Daniel pushed Brock's hair away from his forehead lovingly.
    "That's what I don't get." Brock met those electric eyes.
    "Our sex is phenomenal. Seriously, Danny, it's beyond belief."
    Daniel smiled happily.
    "But this weird fetish..." Brock shivered. "I can't handle it."
    "I wish I could stop. I can't, Brock."
    "Well, you have to. I don't want you to do that again."
    "You have no choice."
    Pausing as he ran over that line a few times in his head, Brock glared at Daniel. "Oh, you're wrong there. I have a choice."
    "No. You don't, my lovely."
    "Stop patronizing me." Brock pushed Daniel's hand away from touching him. He crossed his arms over his chest and felt his fury rising.
    Smiling sadly, Daniel dragged Brock's arms down from their tight angry position. Clasping them, kissing Brock's knuckles tenderly, Daniel caressed