"A what?" Bond asked in astonishment.
"A stranger." Spence got up and walked towards him. "A bloody stranger who abandoned me in the middle of nowhere!" He yelled, picking up a pitcher from the table and throwing it on the ground.
The sound of smashed glass echoed throughout the room, as the pieces scurried in all directions.
Bond jumped backwards, gasping at the situation. He looked up at Spence, who seemed like he was possessed by a demon. His bloodshot eyes pierced through Bond's soul, making him feel uncomfortable.
"What happened to... You?" Bond's voice lowered as he saw Spence turn his head to face him.
"I'm tired, let me go for now." He muttered under his breath and walked to the door. Spence pulled him back and turned his neck towards himself, locking his eyes with Bond's.
Bond's eyes were flickering around, as he tried his best to think of a plan. Although his reddened eyes looked scary, he noticed how they were swollen around the edges. His face looked tired, as if he had exhausted it crying the whole night. Bond could feel the discomfort reduce gradually till the point he mustered courage to say something unimaginable. Caressing his puffed eye, he muttered,
"Sometimes, we only pay attention to the loudest of cries in the chaos. However it turns out that the the real sufferer is the one screaming silently."
"How silent do you think my screams are?"
"To me, they are as loud as the sound of a church bell ringing on a silent night." He immediately answered.
"Why could only you hear them? Why couldn't it be someone else?" Spence slurred, as tears began to brim in his eyes.
He looked down upon Spence and cupped his face in his large hands, pulling him in to kiss him softly on the cold forehead. Though the imprint on his skin was temporary, Spence could feel Bond's love embossing inside his heart, eventually wrapping his hands around the waist and pounding his head against Bond's strong chest.
"Why did you leave me?" Spence asked, scratching Bond's back with his sharp nails. Bond winced in pain, but didn't move away or retreat back.
"I just wanted some answers."
"Answers? I thought you decided to leave this place at the cost of leaving me here. I had almost lost trust in you." He said, squeezing him harder.
"I would never leave you unless it is for your own good. I have loved you and sworn to be with you through your thick and thin. It's my dream to grow old with you, see our love children settle happily, play with our grandchildren, after which, you and I would hold our hands on our deathbeds, waiting for our last breath to arrive."
"Why are you saying so?"
"I have found out somethings that can help us get out of here. Rather someone. I have seen you suffer enough and cannot bear to see you deal with it anymore."
Spence had nothing more to say now. Pulling away from the hug, he rested his arms on Bond's shoulders, glaring at his plump lips as they were inviting him to devour them. Moving closer to the them as temptations took over him, he tilted his head and pressed his cold lips against the warm, mellow ones, thereby melting against them.
"Oh? So you want to fight back like this?" Bond said, staring at Spence's ruby red set of lips.
Gliding his hands from the waist all the way till his neck, he pulled Spence towards himself and stared deeply into his eyes, before going straight for the lips to gobble them down. His tongue skillfully moved across Spence's cupid's brow, leaving a trail of his saliva on the face.
Spence felt a buzz of electricity run through his veins, as he struggled to maintain a sane state of mind. However, it was not long until Bond had made him completely insane.
He stuck his tongue out and navigated his cupid's bow, licking that part carefully to make sure he indulged in every drop of Bond's love. Bond moved his tongue upward and intertwined it his own, pulling both of them inside his mouth.
"Bond... Ah... Don't stop." Spence managed to speak between the rough kisses.
Bond's tongue danced in his mouth, as it traveled to all the crevices, including his teeth. Feeling flustered, he wrapped his arms around the excited body, squeezing him tightly and shutting his eyes.
Suddenly, he felt a hand inside his tshirt. He immediately opened his eyes, alarmed and saw Bond, whose hands were now inside his tshirt, as his hands moved up and down across its length span.
"Enough Bond!" Spence pushed him away, as his cheeks gradually turned red.
"Seems like someone lost." Bond smirked. "It's safe to say I won."
"Yes but what information did you find?" Spence asked as he bent down to pick up the glass pieces.
Bond sat down on the floor ro help him and muttered, "I have someone to help us now."