All That Glitters

"Well...I su-suppose at least strangely isn't b-bad." Sam considered, tilting his head to one side. He could deal with strange. As long as it wasn't painful or heart-wrenching or death. Strange was fine. He put his hands in his pockets so they wouldn't feel so strange hanging by his side without Remi's fingers in his own. The warmth he felt made him think of Remi too though, of course; he could not escape him even if he tried. Remi had made a mark on Sam's life that would always be there, always a reminder. Of course, Remi asked him to continue. "Um...well..I su-suppose you remember l-letting Isla bite you? T-to take your powers? We...ha..had a fight ab-about it, actually. Because I fel..felt it was...intimate. And you didn't. But anyway...I used to...use your p-powers quite a lot because I'd bite." Did Remi know of the thrill of pleasure that came with a bite? Did he know what it meant between them? Samuel At seventeen, I started to starve myself I thought that love was a kind of emptiness And at least I understood then the hunger I felt And I didn't have to call it loneliness