Vladik never considered himself to be the type to sleep around. It just wasn't in his nature, nor his preference. Ironically, however, as he looked down on the man that lie beneath him, he could not quell the feelings of pent up lust and aggression that had festered and bubbled to the surface after being sealed tight within his mind and soul for so many years. This man, Shigenaga Arma, was not the man he loved. Not his Abram. And oh, how he resented himself for doing this. Or did he? After all, Abram would never love him. That's what he'd always told himself all this time. After all, who could love a monster?