A/N: Oh lordi, here we go…

Chthonian
[Section Alpha]

-Chapter One-

The rain soaked couple stumbled in the doorway of the old, empty, cold house, hands wandering, lips crashing and hoarse, scratchy moans enticing the other to continue. The younger of the two pressed himself against the wall on his stomach in the hallway, feeling the other rocking his hips into his backside and continuing to bore an imprint of the younger into the wall.

The submissive one dug small cracks in the wall with his elongated fingernails from the lack of the habit of biting them and almost screamed. The cold house echoed with the couple's concerts until the slam of the front door and a clap of thunder temporarily stopped the two to take notice on how heavily it was raining. Emerald green met Ice blue and the two began again, stumbling toward a cracked open door, hiding another room.

The younger stopped for an instant to regain breath and laid himself on the bed before being almost tackled by the older, animalistic male. The older again began grinding into the younger boy, the hold on his human form nearly slipping before the smaller, brunet boy began undoing the taller boy’s pants in an effort to desperately get them off. After kicking the thick, heavy garment out of the way, and removing his own shirt, the older began assisting the brunet is his own desperation, taking note on the visible ribs and jagged hipbones as he did so.

A small, thin fishnet shirt, a black, long, flowing trench coat, and a pair of the heaviest pants money could buy were removed from his body and tossed aside, and the two were at it one last time. In an instant, the younger was thrown onto his stomach against the sheets, and the older took no time or preparation before fully entering the other's tired, battered body.

"Riku!"

The younger screamed out the height of his poor lungs could take before giving in and enduring the horrendous, beautiful, brutal torture. Riku thrust harder and harder into the screaming smaller boy until all movement ceased, with Riku giving one last thrust before falling off the boy and onto the vacant space on the bed. Exhausted and spent, the older tiredly sighed and clumsily climbed underneath the covers.

"Sora?"

"Hmm..."

"You okay?"

Sora covered himself with the thick sheets, facing away from the taller male. “Uh, yeah. I’m okay.”

+Alpha+

"Riku!"

Sora screamed out, sitting up in his bed and reeling at the sound of another thunderclap. He looked from the window to the empty sheets next to him with a sigh, got out of the bed and stepped into the small bathroom to take a shower.

Riku always left before Sora had a chance to wake up. That was just who Riku was; his personality. Sora had grown so used to it, it had stopped hurting a while ago.
Depression would take it's hold on the vampire boy in death grips one week and the next he'd be fine. His mood was never consistent, nor could Sora ever find joy in the things he once did...besides sex.

It was a slow shower. Nearly took up an hour before he decided it time to head out and find clean clothes. He stepped up to the drawers in the bedroom with barely a towel around his waist and found another pair of heavy black Tripp pants, practically his trademark. He slipped them on after a clean pair of boxers and continued his search for a clean shirt. For this, he closed the bottom drawer and opened the second one from the top and searched again. He pushed all his shirts with writing to the side and found his more revealing shirts. He found his black leather tube-top with the two belts layered on top of one another to clamp over his arms. He slipped it on and sighed, finding his trench coat on the ground, picking it up and slipping it on.

Something was just...different about today. Something didn't feel right...

He shook off the feeling, laced his boots on his feet, and slammed the door on his way out.

No job, no money...and dammit, no umbrella. The clouds were a thick black, blanketing the sky and shielding any shred of sunlight that would even hope to gleam over merry old England. What a sad ray, indeed.

Sora groaned, heading out into the downpour with a scowl until Riku caught his eye down the street, heavily soaked, but a smile on his face.

The brunet boy caught up to the silver-haired Lycan boy and weakly smiled at him.

"C'mon Sora. You can give me a real smile today, can't you?"

Sora sighed again, glancing up at the taller male, "Not today Riku...not in the mood."

"Okay. Fine." Riku said, turned on his heel and heading down the road again toward the city.

"It'll be alright, Sora. Besides...I'm treating you to dinner."

Sora smiled weakly again, and followed after the older boy. "Yeah...eating sounds nice."

"I'm the only way you'll get food anymore, Sora, you never feed by yourself." The Lycan said, nearly slipping on the concrete. Sora did the same, but was not able to catch his balance, and fell straight on his ass.

He groaned, stood up, crossed his arms, and was Emo for the rest of the day.

A/N: I cut it...utterly short. I started to add what is now chapter 2 to it, and uh...well it would seem rather weird if i did.