#beckmarseth

Ayden was going through his heat stage again. A rush of heat running through his body,making the air around him feel a lot hotter.The desire, the need to mark someone was burning into his mind. He needed someone. He needed to make someone his. He needed to find someone and make them his forever. The burning sensation ran through his whole body, his member now rock hard. He didn’t just want sex, he wanted a mate, forget that. He needed a mate. Look harder, you aren’t looking enough. His second personality coming out, it kept screaming at him telling him to look harder. Ayden was trying to look harder, he would search the whole entire fucking country if he needed to. Of course he smelled other people with need’s but none of the smell’s were attracting him. When he found that one person, the smell would make him kill for them. Ayden would give up everything and anything to be with that one person. His eye’s now a dark blue, nearly black as he ran through the wood’s for the third time that night. By now it was dark outside and he was only in his first cycle in heat. He had to go through five more cycles into the burning in his body was done. The only way he would go through this was to find a mate or the whole process would be painful, like the other time’s.

It seemed like it had been a while since Harry had actually been with somebody in a sexual way, for the last few nights had been spent with his head against the cold hard white slightly stained bowl of his own toilet. It was a lesson that needed to be learned in the fact that buying drugs from unknown dealers wasn't the best idea, and mixed with an awful urge for partying every night he should have expected something to happen in a negative way. The night before had finally led him to feeling slightly better though and he wanted to get back into the game of things so he slowly started to text his connects and tweet about his loneliness. It might have seemed desperate - and it was, but when somebody got so lonely you couldn't even help craving another warm body against your own aching skin. The skin marked so heavily with bruises and scars, the bruises and scars that you had so desperately put there in fits of outrageous depression. He wasn't sure why life was how it was, but for him it was something he would continue to question for the rest of his days. He had beat cancer, he had fallen in love before, he had a family who used to care so much about him.. What happened that was so awful to make him lose all of it and not care when it was gone? His own mental sickness. It was the only thing that kept him from doing what he should have to get better. His life was falling apart from no physical ailments, but his own depression that was eating him alive. Having failed so awfully at finding an old flame to hook up with him for the night, Harry had set out on some sort of quest to find somebody new. He could use it and so could his body. He was growing tired of the same old people making their way into his bed time after time again. He needed somebody who could touch him in new ways, who could bring the passion that he was looking for. Sitting in his bedroom he started to realize just who that could be. A boy he had texted once or twice about some dealer questions who also seemed to have a peaked interest sexually. Beck. He was quick and to the point when it came to asking for what he wanted and it was decided that they would meet at one of their houses and commit the sin his flesh wanted to badly. Upon first setting eyes on the attractive youth he knew this could be a fun night and now, standing next to him he was already biting his lip in anxiety about what would come that night. "You're so fucking hot.." He murmured, standing in a darkened hallway as he started to run his hands over the other male's form.