[Poggio]

This time he was ready. It seemed that doing anything intimate broke the young boys stoic coldness. Niaz lavished in the sounds he was making, the whimper and whines. He stopped his hand from igniting his back on fire but left a his shirt a little burnt. When the boy bit down on him this time, he just let him. He pushed him back until he was pressed against a tree, twisting his injured tongue against the boys teeth. He felt them ripping the flesh from his tongue and soon he was feeding the boy his blood. If he wanted to bite so badly he was going to feel the repercussions.

Niaz eventually looked down at the boy. The fire in his soul was tasty. He pulled back licking his lips with his wounded tongue. “Is that going to happen every time?” He asked, before playfully twisting his free fingers in the young boys hair. “Because I believe you mortals have a saying, that goes a little like, lex talionis … I mean an eye for an eye.” His eyes flashed red, this time instead of kissing him, he bit into the boys lip trying to draw blood. It made him wonder what else the boy would do, and if he could escape his grasp.