Keep it Hush Hush [RedMoonRising and Sho]
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				Title: <strong>Keep it Hush Hush [RedMoonRising and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 20:18:19</strong>
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				"Nothing on TV tonight..." Nathaniel mumbled as he switched channels once more. Setting the television on a very low volume, he got up, padding into the kitchen. It had been a long day at work and he was looking forward to having his lover come home. He'd just moved in with his lover about two months ago, and was still getting settled in. Since he worked at the local library, he had a fair amount of free time when he wasn't working as a tutor for a local charity. Today, though, he'd been stuck with two problem kids who didn't want to learn or listen. With a fairly mild personality, Nate had a tendency to get very frustrated and not know how to say it. <br><br>Sighing, he began mixing up some brownie mix. Not bothering putting it in a pan quite yet, he set the oven to preheat, licking some batter off of his fingers. When the oven beeped, he poured it in, setting the timer for twenty minutes. <br><br>He was excited for his lover to get home.<br><br>Nate headed into the bathroom to make sure he was presentable. His dark hair brushed just below his jaw, long enough to get a handful of. He loved when his boyfriend pulled his hair and kept it at just the right length without it getting too long. His eyes were pale, like frozen sea water, almost white-green with a beautiful dark colored ring around them. His mother had called him her little wolf, with those eyes. His grandmother had been Japanese and he still bore the high, exotic cheekbones and his eyes had just a hint of an almond shape to them, hair black as lacquer. From his mother, he had sweetly pale skin and long, long legs, a slim frame and pianists fingers.<br><br>He didn't know what he had gotten from his father. His stepfather was the only man who had ever appeared in his life, and he had never...well. They had never gotten along. Washing his face and hands, he brushed his hair back with his fingers once more and smoothed his white button-down shirt, part of what he had to wear to work at the library. He had on designer jeans, though, that clung to his frame. <br><br>He wondered what his boyfriend had done today.<br><br>Hopefully nothing too bad.<br><br>Then again, Nate didn't talk about that. He didn't talk about what his lover did late at night. He wasn't sure if his lover even knew that he knew. Ever since those killings had surfaced on television, though...he had known. How could he not? <br><br>The oven beeped and he rushed out, setting the brownies on the counter to cool. He was looking forwards to having his lover back at the house. Today had been a long day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keep it Hush Hush [RedMoonRising and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedMoonRising</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 22:17:15</strong>
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				Jackson Todd personally blamed his parents. No, no, he blamed his father. His mother had been a sweet woman, kind and loving, with warm skin and soft brown eyes, the ideal maternal figure. And maybe if she had lived, if that drunken asshole hadn’t of ran that red light, he may not have ended up like this. But his father, a man perfectly ignorant to everything except his Coors Light and baseball games, never saw the signs. He never saw the boxes of books his son owned on men like Jack the Ripper, The Boston Strangler, Edward Gein, and Charles Manson. He never found the strangled stray dog in the alleyway between their small urban house and the abandoned warehouse nearby. He never saw the mutilated cat that Jack swore ran away.<br><br>Maybe he should have gone out on his own and look for help himself, but his morals could never overpower the irrepressible urge to kill, to spill blood. Perhaps it stemmed from his interest in medicine, biology, the human anatomy. Or from the fact that his father worked as a butcher at the neighborhood deli, the smell of blood and meat hanging off of his clothes when he would come home from work. Or maybe it began when the neighbor’s dog attacked him while he was coming home from school and, in an act of desperation, he bludgeoned it to death with a metal pipe. Blood had spattered his clothing, his face, dripped off of his fingertips…God, it had been nice.<br><br>The alley was dark, deserted, in a shady part of town very few dared to venture into. A lifeless body lay at his feet, mouth agape, throat slit, blood pooling onto the damp pavement. Brown eyes stared at the carving knife with morbid curiosity, the crimson liquid dulling the glint of the blade. He tossed it aside uncaringly, his clothes unstained by the bodily fluids of his victim despite the struggle. Putting his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket, he strode out of the alley and into an equally deserted street, turning to his right and walking down the vacant roads and city blocks before finally reaching his car and climbing in.<br><br>No one would have ever expected this to happen to him. In school, he had been the nerd, the geek, the quiet and shy loser, a lanky boy who looked more like a stork than a chemistry tutor and straight-A student. The years had been good to him, as had his inconspicuous occupation as a physical trainer at the gym near his townhouse. He was now tall, six feet and broad, with a lean and strong build, hair cropped short and the color of milk chocolate. When his co-workers talked of the violent murders in the city, they never once suspected him, only assumed his shared the same fear of painful death that they did. <br><br>Moments passed as he left the crime-infested kill zone and entered the more friendly and appealing area of the city, clubs and bars and shops wedged between apartments and corporate headquarters. No, no one knew…not even his boyfriend, though he had to wonder how long his ignorance would last. Or maybe he did know, and just was an expert at playing dumb. Maybe. Nate was a sweet guy, understanding, caring…which was why Jack was convinced he didn’t know. Sweet guys didn’t carry on serious relationships with serial killers. <br><br>“Oh well,” he murmured to himself as he pulled in front of the townhouse, slipping out onto the sidewalk. “Ignorance is bliss.” Jack pulled off his jacket as he walked up the brick steps to the front door, the dark brown t-shirt clinging to his lean torso as his jeans rode low on his hips, his sneakers making muffled thumps as he went. He grabbed the handle of the door and turned it, opening the door with a sigh. Didn’t Nate know to lock the door when he was gone? With all the lunatics running around, he couldn’t afford to get lazy with his personal safety.<br><br>He inhaled deeply, the smell of brownies hanging in the air of the dimly lit townhouse as the television set droned softly in the background. He let his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, the dark gray clouds outside quickly dimming as the sun sank lower. Off in the distance he heard the slight roll of thunder, dull and faint, almost foreboding. He walked into the kitchen, setting his coat on a chair at the table, and walked up behind his lover as he pulled a tray of what he assumed were brownies out of the oven. “Uh oh,” he smiled jokingly, “Brownies? Someone must’ve had a rough day.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keep it Hush Hush [RedMoonRising and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 02:20:34</strong>
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				Nate heard the door open - he was always edgy, and quite aware of such things even if he was a bit air-headed and didn't think to actually <em>lock</em> the door - smiling when he heard soft footsteps, leaning back a bit to let the line of his body brush against his lover's playfully. "Not too bad. Just had to deal with those kids from the local highschool. Remember me telling you about Tim and Andy? They still don't listen," he said with a sigh, "Don't know what their parents expect me to teach them." <br><br>He was still rather small, willowy, not particularly tall. It made for a pleasant contrast when his body was pressed up against his lover's. Then again, they were as good a match out of bed as in bed. Nate liked sex rough, was willing to take anything his lover wanted to give him, and out of bed he cared for Jackson with the same attentiveness any good lover would. In return, Jackson looked after him and cared for him as well. He was very much in love with Jackson, and it showed as he turned, giving him a soft kiss before setting the hot pan to the side.<br><br>"They need to cool, though. I already ate dinner - got hungry and grabbed something on the way home." <br><br>He went and started turning some lights on in the living room. Usually he left the house almost dark except for the light over the kitchen sink as well as the television. He'd always had some background noise on, and it soothed him when he was home alone. <br><br>Made him less jumpy at every little sound. <br><br>Then again, the minute Jackson walked in the door, he couldn't help but feel safe. Afterall, when you have a monster sharing your bed, why be afraid? He didn't like thinking about what Jackson did, though, trying to convince himself that it really wasn't so bad if it was true and that, perhaps, he was just taking all the little hints and clues and reading into them in a way that he shouldn't have been. <br><br>"How was work?"<br><br>Nate smelled faintly of expensive cologne, just barely clinging to his skin and brownies. He always smelled nice, like shampoo and soap and the tiny dab of cologne he put on his neck. <br><br>"S'gonna rain," Nate mumbled, clearly displeased. He hated thunderstorms. Too much noise and rattle. And as often as he left the house dark, he didn't like complete blackness...the street lights always let in a fair amount of light. On the news, another newscaster talked about the serial killer plaguing their city. How much more gruesomely killed bodies were popping up. <br><br>Nate turned away, then, facing his lover, giving him a slight smile. "Wanna come sit with me while I wait for the brownies to cool down?" Nate gestured towards the couch, wondering whether he should tell Jackson about that friendly cop that he'd met. No. Better not to let his lover get angry over anything. <br><br>"If you need me to help you stretch..." he added, with a wink and then a soft, musical laugh. He was much more at ease with Jackson than he usually was. Nate had a tendency to go quite quiet in crowds. The library was where he felt most at home.
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				Post by: <strong>RedMoonRising</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 13:39:08</strong>
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				Jack gave a playful grin as he felt Nate lean back against him, his body giving a pleasant sense of warmth that contrasted the cool air he had just left outside. He leaned forward and braced his hands against the edge of the counter, letting his unshaven chin rest on the smaller man’s shoulder as he listened to the stories about the two problem children he had been stuck with. The larger man smiled slightly, a warm chuckle rumbling up from his chest. “Nothing a good military school won’t solve.” He had spent four years in the Army, two of them in Afghanistan, before a large shrapnel wound to his side warranted his discharge from service. He had hoped that it would reform him, and in a way it had, just not the way he wanted it to; it taught him to be a better killer.<br><br>A large sigh decompressed his chest as Nate turned around and kissed him, the familiar feeling of warmth flooding his senses and making him grin like a child in spite of himself. Nathaniel…the only person who had ever truly reached out to him, and the only person he could never bring himself to harm. Not that he really ever thought about hurting him; Jack would be the first one to break the arm of the person who ever tired to mistreat him, but still, the urges were there. That was when he made his excuse of running to the store to get some toothpaste or mouth wash and would find his next victim, usually a stoner stumbling around an alley or a prostitute on a shady street corner.<br><br>“Yeah, me too. I had some Subway on my way here,” he replied, relinquishing his grip on the edge of the counter as his lover moved away, turning on some lights in the living room. He stayed and watched for a moment, his lazy grin still in place as he walked into the living room as well. “Eh, you know, same old same old. I lifted weights, watched people try to lift weights. Rather uneventful, except they had a hockey game on the television that I watched for a while.” He leaned against the entrance of the living area, thumbs hooked on the edge of his jeans before he looked out the window. It was definitely going to rain, as the thunder was growing slightly louder and dim flashes of lightning illuminated the edge of the window.<br><br>Knowing of Nate’s strong dislike towards thunderstorms, Jack walked over towards him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’ll pass quickly. Isolated ones are common this time of year,” he smiled reassuringly as he rubbed his boyfriend’s arm. He released his grip and went to sit on the couch, ears faintly picking up the sounds of the local newscaster reporting about the slew of disfigured corpses that kept popping up around the city. He changed the channel, stopping on some movie station where a commercial about a new car commercial was playing. Part of him had to wonder that, should Nate truly know about what he did, why didn’t he leave? There wasn’t much that confused him, yet this could keep him up at night and distracted at work. <br><br>Jack shook his head slightly, trying to clear out his thoughts. Of course he didn’t know. If Nate knew, he would have been out of that townhouse and at the police station quicker than anything. If his boyfriend was put off by thunderstorms, then even the thought of living with a mentally unbalanced serial killer would absolutely petrify him. He looked over at his lover, laughing his rich baritone laughter at the other’s statement about “stretching,” sharing the playful wink between them. “Stretching? Define ‘stretching,’ then.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keep it Hush Hush [RedMoonRising and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 14:32:02</strong>
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				Nate flicked on one of the tall lamps in the corner, turning back when his lover rubbed his arm and assured him that the storm would pass quickly. "I know. Still don't like them, though," he murmured. The sky had darkened to the point of near-blackness, another rumble rolling down and along the streets, storm getting closer with each passing minute. The television had switched and was talking about cars. That brought a moment of stiffness. So many small things - the switching of the channel every time it came on, the occasional, rare drop of blood on some innocuous place on a t-shirt or sneaker - which Nate immediately scrubbed and cleaned off. He wasn't leaving anything that could be used to catch his lover. <br><br>There were other explanations, of course. It was just that...well, they didn't make sense of every little clue. There was only one real conclusion to come to. Nate took a few steps closer and came to stand, facing his lover, coming over to sit facing him, legs straddled over his lap. <br><br>"Mmm," he purred, letting his fingers tighten on his lover's shoulder.<br><br>"You know. Help you give yourself a bit of a workout, then some cuddling to relax," he said with a laugh, running a hand playfully down his lover's strong chest, his own muscles tightening up in a strong internal reaction to the feel of his lover's muscles under his slim fingertips. "You know that I need my daily dose of cuddling," Nate murmured into his lover's ear, pressing soft kisses to his neck, perched on his lover's thighs, slim frame pressed up against his lover's.<br><br>In the back of his mind, he wondered if his lover ever wanted to hurt him. If he was ever in danger by curling up against someone terrorizing the city. Did his lover ever get the urge to see him squirming beneath him in pain? Naturally, Nate had always liked a bit of pain in his sex. On some level, he was aware of the danger of having sex with a serial killer, and it made him...happy. He liked that feeling. <br><br>Some dark hair fell along his jawline, brushing the pale skin there as he ducked his head, pressing a playful kiss to the corner of his lover's mouth. He liked distracting himself during thunderstorms, and this was the best possible way to do it. <br><br>Had his lover killed someone tonight?<br><br>No. He couldn't think about that. Not when he was perched on his lover's lap, body pressed so close against Jack's. He couldn't think of his lover using a knife to slit someone's throat, to watch someone's crimson blood pool on the dirty cement of...Nate turned his head slightly, letting his lips brush Jack's jawline. Well. At least his lover could keep him safe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keep it Hush Hush [RedMoonRising and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedMoonRising</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 02:54:58</strong>
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				Jack eyed his lover hungrily as the other man straddled him, the weight of Nate’s slender body resting in his lap. He suddenly became aware of everything, the shadows that the dim light of the television set cast, the faint flickers of lightning outside, the tightening of his boyfriend’s fingers around his broad shoulder. In spite of himself, he chuckled softly, his chest rumbling with the vibrations at Nate’s definition of ‘stretching’. “A workout, eh? I suppose some <em>stretching</em> would be nice. You know how stiff I get after a hard day’s work.”<br><br>The muscles of his chest and abdomen twitched spastically as his lover’s slender fingers ran over them. Already the carnal desires that flared like a violent flame whenever they were close like that rose, making the gait of his heart pick up in eager anticipation. He never had much self-control when it came to sex, which he had assumed would be a bad thing. He liked to give it rough and fast, like a fierce storm, wild and frantic and senseless. And, fortunately for him, it seemed to be the way Nate like it as well. Not that there weren’t times when Jack was slow and gentle; he understood that a good balance between the two made the experience all the more enjoyable.<br><br>His eyes shut lightly as he heard his lover whisper into his ear, his warm breath tickling the nape of his neck and making the fine hairs of his neck stand on end. His senses were heightened dramatically by the animalistic desire and slow rush of adrenaline that leaked into his blood, the muscles of his jaw tightening and releasing spastically as his lover’s soft lips ghosts over the skin of his neck. He found himself holding his breath, not daring to move more than necessary, savoring the almost ticklish feeling. Anticipation knotted in his stomach, stopping all logical train of thought. The larger man let the sensations build up, the physical need slowly overtake him, creeping its way through his body. <br><br>Dark brown eyes opened again, studying his lover out of the corner of his eye as the slender man kissed the edge of his mouth. Angling his head, Jack kissed back intently, his lips pressing hard against Nate’s as he leaned forward. One large hand grabbed tightly to the other man’s waist as the other wandered up his body and into the dark hair on his head, his fingers curling into a fist. They had done this many times before, yet it still felt the same as the first, still evoked the same hungry need and desires, still felt as new and exciting.<br><br>Giving his lover’s hair a slight tug, he used the hand gripping Nate’s waist to turn him, pushing himself forward. His imposing size made it easy to pin the smaller man beneath him, though he knew that the other wouldn’t put up a true struggle against him anyways. His lips descended upon his lover’s once again, the kiss rough and carnal, blood pulsing through his veins rapidly. His right arm held the bulk of his weight, his elbow deep in the cushion of the couch, the muscles in his arm tightening under his body, while the left slipped under his lover’s shirt, his cool fingers pressing against the savory warm flesh.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 05:10:43</strong>
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				Nate could feel his lover's hands and body tightening up, ever muscle beginning to tense slowly as his lips played with the skin on his neck, being very gentle and pressing gentle and loving little kisses up and down the skin. His teeth gently scraped the surface, not leaving any marks, just playing the lightest of touches over him. "Mmm. You like that?" Each slow tightening of his lover's jaw told him that he did, and he knew that soon enough his lover would take him, show him who was the dominant one in the relationship. He had always liked being put in his place. <br><br>"Ah..." <br><br>He could feel that large hand wrapping around his slim hip, pulling him closer to him, then hand running up his back and to his hair. "J-Jack...!" Nate's voice rose immediately into a whimper when he felt those fingers tighten in his hair, that gut reaction to actually liking the pain, not knowing how to react, letting his lover guide his reactions. <br><br>His legs parted to allow his lover to shift him, falling back onto the cushions, not putting up too much of a fight but not letting their bodies part, either. Warm fingers ran over the strong muscles of Jack's arms.<br><br>Arms that had, probably, been used to subdue and terrorize a person tonight. <br><br>Maybe even mutilate them.<br><br>Arms that would keep him safe and that were highly protective of him. That drew a whimper from him, another one that corresponded with his shirt rising up, his pale skin being exposed inch by inch. "I want your shirt off..." he mumbled.<br><br>A few quick tugs and he had his lover's shirt off, letting a pale, warm hand run over the length of his torso and caress the strong muscles. "Fuck me," he whispered into his lover's ear, lips parting, leaning up to capture a burning kiss. "Hard," he whispered, "Fast..." <br><br>Dominate me, his mind murmured, wanting to know that his lover would protect him. <br><br>On top of all of that, he was in love with Jack, absolutely. Even if he was scared of him, of knowing that truer, darker, deeper nature that lurked just below the surface.
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				Post by: <strong>RedMoonRising</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 01:18:51</strong>
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				Very little besides experience and trained self control was keeping the larger man from simply slamming Nate into the cushions of the couch and tearing the clothes right off of his body. And even then, his self control was growing thinner as each second of his lover's ministrations ticked past. The smaller man's fingers, warm against the cool flesh of his own body, ran over his arms, the sensations making his mind cloud over and an uncomfortable pressure in his jeans tighten the fabric. His heart rattled against his ribcage as anticipation built up, his hands still exploring the smooth expanse of his lover's torso.<br><br>His stomach coiled tightly at the feeling of his lover's hands working the shirt off of his torso, slender fingers mapping out the already memorized broad expanse of hard muscles and faint scars from a past almost as dark as the present. The tight sinew and muscles of his abdomen twitched as Nate's fingers ran over them, his breath catching in his throat slightly. The sound of his lover's heated command whispered in his ear made a shiver run down the course of his spine, his lips captured by the smaller man's. Hard and fast. Pain. That was what both of them wanted. Certainly not a lot, but enough to where it would leave as much of a lasting impression, both physically and mentally, as all the other times had.<br><br>Still riding high from the sick thrill of his most recent victim, Jack wasted little time in tearing at the opening of Nate's white dress shirt, the dull scattering of the buttons hitting the carpeted floor breaking the silence. Another searing kiss cut off any protestations his lover may have had, his tongue delving into the wet cavern of the other man's mouth as raw desire built up in his loins. He knew what it all meant, the touches, the commands, the pleas. Nathaniel wanted the pain, the feeling of being absolutely overtaken, the slight edge of fear that such vulnerability brought. Of course, there was a degree of love and tender intimacy in the act for the both of them, but for Jack it was far more overshadowed by carnal and animalistic needs for satisfaction, and his own personal need to be in control, to dominate. <br><br>And that was just what he was going to do.<br><br>A calloused hand worked his lover's shirt off completely with ease, the white fabric fluttering to the floor with little thought. Jack's lips almost begrudgingly tore away from his lover's mouth, only to find the tender spot at the junction between his neck and shoulder that he knew very well Nate loved. Lips and teeth pulled, tugged, and nipped at the perfectly smooth and pale skin as his hand traveled down the length of his lover's body, over his chest, across his abdomen, and to the waistline of his pants. “Hard and fast, huh?” he whispered hotly into his ear, cupping his lover through the fabric of his jeans. “Just <em>how</em> hard and fast?”
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 14:52:22</strong>
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				He didn't know how he should react when he felt that body pressing down on his. Jack was much larger than he was and he held&nbsp; on tightly, not wanting to lose his control. There was something about having a serial killer pressing him into the couch that drove him crazy. He tossed Jack's shirt away, happy to have that bare skin above him. He had memorized the way it felt under his fingers and he wanted to get that feeling back onto his fingertips. His lips touched down upon Jack's shoulder, pressing soft kisses - not biting, just sweet, soft kisses - enjoying the taste of skin that lingered on his lips. <br><br>Nate let out a cry when his shirt was torn off, the buttons popping and flying off, almost sitting up but finding himself pinned down by Jack. "My-" he had meant to complain about the shirt but his lover's kiss slammed into him, stealing his breath, legs parting and body softening under Jack's once more. <br><br>He whimpered and allowed his lover to pin him down onto the couch. <br><br>"Jack...ah," he gasped, pale throat tilted back, letting out a bereft moan when his lover's lips left his own and then travelled down his body. Then, oh, then, Jack's fingers found his most sensitive spot right near his jugular, between his shoulder and throat. He could feel his pulse between his lover's teeth and got even harder as his lover's hand cupped him. A sweet gasp escaped his mouth and those pale eyes fluttered shy. <br><br>"God," he whispered, "God, Jack...please...you know what I want. Please, please...Jack, fuck me so hard I can't even scream..." he whispered. <br><br>Where had those words come from?<br><br>They sounded like an invitation to hurt him, to do to him what his lover did to his other victims. He knew that his lover wasn't going to do that, though. His lover would push him to his limits but he would never physically hurt him in a way that he didn't ask for, or that he didn't want on at least some level. He trusted Jack completely. His mind, vaguely, touched on one thing, over and over - did Jack's victims look like him? Did he bear any resemblance to that type of victim? Not that it mattered. His lover would never hurt him. He doubted that Jack even knew that he knew, and all he could focus on now was the feel over his lover's hand gripping him through his pants.
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				Post by: <strong>RedMoonRising</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 00:27:00</strong>
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				A crafty, almost sadistic grin worked its way to Jack’s face, a short laugh decompressing his lungs for the briefest of moments. His lips twitched upwards against the pale skin of Nate’s neck, breathing in deeply the smell of cologne and soap, the fresh clean scent that always clung to the smaller man. The smell, the taste, the sounds…everything about his lover was like a drug, stimulating and arousing, driving him nearly insane when they were locked together like this. His pent-up breath was released, long and slow and warm against his boyfriend’s neck. “That hard, Nate?” he chuckled in his smooth baritone voice. “Heh, I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t even be able to see straight.”<br><br>Another crushing kiss was delivered to his lover’s mouth, a violent mess of lips and tongue and teeth, heated and rushed, as Jack worked to remove Nate’s jeans. His calloused hands were rough, fingers hooking into the waistband of his pants and yanking them down with a sharp tug. There was little finesse in what he did, in the act of fucking. It was about being fast and strong, intense, about making the other feel nothing but what you wanted them to. Taking offhanded care to make sure the jeans remained intact, he cast them aside with the other articles of forgotten clothing before working off Nate’s underpants. The bruising kiss ended as Jack pulled back and looked down, smirking at what he saw. His lover was ready, almost painfully so, but the rather humorously cruel side of him decided to wait.&nbsp; That was, after all, part of the fun, the pain of being fucked; being denied, driven to the edge of sanity, going crazy with the irrepressible want of release.<br><br>With the undergarment finally discarded, it left Nathaniel exactly the way he wanted him. Completely naked, completely disoriented, and completely vulnerable beneath Jack’s broad frame. Yes, Jackson Todd was a sick, sick man, and there were only two instances in which he showed it: when he was killing and when he was fucking. The desire to be completely dominant, in control, to hear screams and pleas…no, no, they were different, he reminded himself. The screams of pain and terror he heard from his victims were different from the screams of pleasure he elicited from his lover. He loved Nate. He would never truly hurt him. He couldn’t even hurt the people who looked like him.<br><br>The afterthought was shoved from Jack’s mind as quickly as it had entered. Thoughts about the killings had no place in his head when his lover, exposed beneath him, was where his mind was supposed to be. A large calloused hand deftly grabbed both of Nate’s wrists in a tight vice-like grip, pinning them above his lover’s head, against the armrest of the couch. His lips were back on the slender man’s neck, teeth tugging impatiently at the pale skin beneath his ear. “That what you want, then?” he asked with a grin, breath hot and moist in his lover’s ear as his grip on his wrists tightened fractionally. “To be fucked until you can’t even walk?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keep it Hush Hush [RedMoonRising and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 02:48:28</strong>
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				Was the look in Jack's eyes what his victims saw right before he died? Nate could feel himself harden at the thought. Not at the thought that Jack might kill him, because he knew that Jack would never hurt him. Not like that, at least. Not in a way he didn't ask him or beg him for. There was something utterly satisfying in knowing that his lover loved him so much that he would never touch him the way that so many others were threatened. That with him, Jack was able to contain himself enough to make it just sex - albeit terribly rough sex.<br><br>Wonderfully rough sex.<br><br>Nate had a sick, hidden need to be hurt, at least to some extent. He'd always managed it, and he knew it had risen sometime in his childhood, not that he would think about that. He didn't talk, or think, about his childhood. Especially not when - "Jack! Oh-" then his breath was stolen again as his lover began working his jeans off. He lifted his hips to help then come down, wiggling hips hips to help his lover yank down the dark boxers he had under them. <br><br>The television was on mute, bathing them in flickering light, but Nate had eyes for nothing but that powerful frame moving over his, the feel of his lover's lips. He felt almost as though he were being devoured, and he wouldn't have wanted it any other way. His lips pressed up hard to meet Jack's, almost bruising them in the process, reaching up only to have his hands pinned back down. <br><br>"Please," he begged, "Please...yes, I want that...Jack!" Nate's eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and he squirmed, so hard that it hurt. He loved when his lover's hands tightened on his wrists. Yes, he knew that his lover had killed someone that night. When there was this much fire, this close to the surface...he knew that his lover was still riding that high. He just had to be careful not to tip Jack over that edge. "Please...I want it, Jack..." he whispered, head falling back, revealing that milky throat, already starting to be marked by his lover's teeth. He parted his legs even farther, wrapping them around his lover's waist, feeling the rough fabric of his lover's pants rub against him. That his lover was clothed and he was utterly bare only accentuated the difference in power between them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keep it Hush Hush [RedMoonRising and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedMoonRising</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 01:53:44</strong>
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				It had never truly occurred to Jack before just how completely helpless one was during the act of sex. The flurry of sensations and pleasures disoriented the mind and left the physical body totally vulnerable. One was so blinded by the pleasure, the pent up pressure and the dire need to release, that it was the only thing they set their focus on. It would be easy, so brutally easy, to simply hide a knife in one’s pants, under the pillow, even under the cushion of a couch. It would be even easier to hold the victim down, so vulnerable at that point, and simply hack away ‘till the heart was content. They would never see it coming. They may not even notice until the knife was already plunged deep into their stomach, blood seeping and spraying from the wound. Catching a person off-guard, sneaking up behind them in an alley, was still nothing compared to the feelings of absolute dominance that were instilled within the man when he was on top, pinning his lover into some stable surface.<br><br>He fucking <em>loved</em> it.<br><br>His free hand haphazardly yanked at his belt, undoing it and allowing him to unfasten the button and zipper of his jeans. They had done this so many times, more than either of them could keep track of, that it took little work to remove his own pants and black boxers without removing Nate’s legs from around his waist. The removal of the tight constriction of his pants was like a godsend for his member, achingly hard, but the sadist within him kept him from proceeding. He would hold off until the last minute, until he himself couldn’t take it anymore, and then give in wholly to the dirty urges and filthy desires that wracked his mind. It was always like that; waiting, teasing, playing, pleasurable torture, and then finally a fast and hard climax. It was almost like a game, one that he took great pleasure in winning each time.<br><br>White teeth sank harshly into the creamy pale skin of his lover’s neck, the feeling of soft flesh in his mouth giving him a sick thrill. A large and calloused hand reached down between their sweaty bodies and took a firm hold of Nate’s erect member. That was exactly what he wanted, still riding out the grotesque high of his last kill; he wanted the begging, the pleas, the feeling of being in absolute control. Mouth moving down to his lover’s collarbone, dark thoughts swamped his mind. <em>You’ve got no idea, do you? Or if you do, you’re a lovesick idiot. I could kill you right now, and you wouldn’t even be able to put up a fight. You’re completely and totally at my mercy.</em><br><br>Something akin to a laugh pushed a harsh breath out of his mouth, the slight rush of air soothing the red mark on his lover’s pale skin. An absolutely wicked grin plastered itself across his face, the powerful grip on his wrists tightening substantially as his other hand pumped Nate’s shaft. He wondered if the other man knew just how much danger he was in, how absolutely perilous living and sleeping with an unstable serial was. No matter how much Jack told himself that he would never hurt his lover, he knew very well that at any moment that amazing hold he always placed on himself when around him could slip, shatter, and leave him, a monster hungry for blood and pain, making the person he loved the most his next victim.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keep it Hush Hush [RedMoonRising and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>06-11-2009, 02:53:41</strong>
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				Nate felt utterly helpless under his lover. He was full of the pleasure, and he knew it would build and build, past the point where he could take it. It was going to overwhelm him, and there was nothing he could do about it. His pleasure was utterly in the control of his lover, and he knew that he was going to be teased to the brink of insanity. He got a thrill from knowing his lover really could hurt him, and that the person dominating him was a sadist of the level he had never encountered before. <br><br>Nate's legs rode a bit higher, effectively folding him in half, to let his lover get his jeans down. He and Jack had done this enough times that it was second nature to him, and he moved his body to accomodate whatever his lover wanted. What if he let his lover take this farther? Tie him up, leave him utterly vulnerable, dominate him in ways that he'd never even though about. <br><br>His lips parted in a sound akin to a scream as his lover's teeth dug into his neck.<br><br>"Jack, Jack, Jack!" Nate writhed under him, pressing himself against Jack's body, falling back to the couch and gasping when Jack's calloused and large hand wrapped around his aching member. He was pinned so thoroughly that he couldn't do anything but give himself to Jack.<br><br>Did Jack ever think about hurting him?<br><br>What would happen if his lover ever got mad at him about anything?<br><br>He could hear that rush of air with that laugh, and it sent a shiver down his spine. "Please..." his voice lower and he began to rise as he began begging, "Please, baby, Jack...I need you...I need more, please...please, I need it..." Only Jack could give him that pleasure, and he had to beg for it, beg until his lover would finally give in. By give in, of course, it was giving into his own pleasure and not Nate's needs. "Please!" <br><br>Jack's hand tightened around his wrist, tight enough that he might even have some marks to it. That pain only made Nate squirm more, get even harder, lips parting. He clearly liked the pain, and his whole body responded to it, head tossed back and throat bared. He was submissive by nature, and his lover only drew that out of him even more. "Jack," he gasped, "Fuck, I..." A soft whining noise escaped his throat, so hard that it hurt, only being teased harder by Jack's hand on his member and that one large hand clenching his two slim wrists so tightly. <br><br>His begging was rising in frequency, pressing against him, neck marked where his lover's teeth had shown just who Nate belonged to. "More," he gasped, "Please, Jack, more..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keep it Hush Hush [RedMoonRising and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedMoonRising</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 07:10:03</strong>
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				A growl built up in his diaphragm and came out low and dangerous, rattling the wall of his chest. It was almost too easy, but he knew he had to stop playing eventually. The longer he kept the teasing, the denial, the torment up, the closer he came to losing what control he had over the dangerous urges that made him take knives and carve unsuspecting people to ribbons. He was already teetering on the edge as it was, with his last kill so recent and fresh in his mind, the smell of blood still inside his nostrils. Jack couldn’t afford to lose it now, not in that situation. He <em>wouldn’t</em> lose it. He just wouldn’t do something like that to Nate.<br><br>He reached down to the floor and tore his belt from the loops of denim keeping it to his jeans and bound his lover’s wrists with it. The band of leather and cloth would undoubtedly leave marks, but that was part of it all, was it not? The more physical reminders that were left, the more he was assuring that his lover wouldn’t…what? What exactly was he trying to make the other man understand through the pain and markings? It was a dark thought, and part of him knew the answer, that he was showing Nate that he belonged to him and him alone. As possessive as it seemed, it only made him get all the harder when he heard the noises produced by his lover during sex.<br><br>It was just in his nature to dominate, to possess…was that why he liked to kill? Seeing his victims squirm in fear and shriek in terror as his blade ran along their skin, mutilating them, disemboweling them. It was a unique feeling, to have the cold plastic handle of a knife in your hand, to feel the weak resistance that human flesh put up against a perfectly sharpened blade, to see the crimson blood well up from the gashes. It was almost like an addiction, something so powerful that it overtook every ounce of sanity within him and completely shattered it, making him do things that even made him wince in afterthought, twist when thinking about it. <br><br>What the hell was wrong with him? He was getting ready to fuck his boyfriend, and there he was thinking about murders and blood and gore, again. What he did on the streets and in the privacy of his own home were two completely different topics, two things so far apart that they might as well have been in different dimensions. On the streets, in the darkness of shady alleys, he was someone completely different than the Jack Todd that Nathaniel knew, and he planned on keeping it that way. Smirking a little, he reached down with his free hand, clutching the side of the slender man’s face, his thumb over his lover’s bruised lips as he gave a wicked grin. “Now now. We don’t wanna be so loud we have the neighbors calling, do we?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keep it Hush Hush [RedMoonRising and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 20:17:14</strong>
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				Nate could hear the growl vibrate along his chest, his own body allowing the sound to echo through his frame. Trying to get a bit of relief from his aching hardness, he arched, rubbing himself against his lover. He was so hard that he already had precum staining his lover's hand, eyes half-shut, head turned to the side as he panted softly. He was writhing under his lover's strong body, needing more, wanting to reach that peak that he couldn't get until his lover allowed him. <br><br>He was utterly under Jack's control.<br><br>His breath caught and his eyes opened wide when he felt the belt wrap around his wrists. It tightened, tight enough that he'd surely have a strip-shaped bruise on his pale white skin. Shivering in pleasure, he realized that even if his lover lost control, he had lost all chances of fighting now.<br><br>He didn't even have his hands, even if he had to fight back. His wrists were pressed so tightly together that they hurt.<br><br>Eyes raising to Jack's face when he felt that strong hand clutching his face, he couldn't stop a soft whimper from escaping his lips. He shook his head slightly to agree with Jack, eyes showing half fear, half wild pleasure at being forced down against the couch like this. Unable to stop himself, he wantonly let his lips wrap around his lover's thumb, soft tongue giving it a quick flick. He needed to feel his lover take him. He was already so close, and he craved to have his lover's body within his own. <br><br>"Jack," he whispered softly, "Fuck me, please...I can't...I need it, only you can..." he whimpered again, words slightly clenched now that Jack's hand was on his face. There were so many ways Jack could kill him like this. He could smother him, even run to the kitchen and get a knife to gut him with before he'd even be able to run to the door. God, he was so hard it hurt. <br><br>He didn't know what it was that turned him on about having a lover who was so dangerous. <br><br>All he knew was that, right now, he needed to go over that edge. Jack was the only one who could do this to him, who could make him this submissive, who could make him beg.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keep it Hush Hush [RedMoonRising and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedMoonRising</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 01:25:45</strong>
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				Fear. Defined as an unpleasant feeling of anxiety or apprehension caused by the presence or anticipation of danger, at least by the handy dictionary in the Microsoft Word program that he had installed on his laptop a few days ago. Some strange subconscious force had, for chuckles, made him decide to type it into the search box of the digital dictionary. It was a word he had always been fascinated by, practically obsessed with. The wide eyes, absolutely helpless, pleading, begging, terror gripping the body and rendering the mind useless. Experiencing it was one thing, a terrible thing. His worst fear had always been the dark as a child, the creatures that lurked in it, the ghosts that sought refuge in its shadowy abyss. Now he relished it, lived in it, used it as his most primary weapon. Being able to use his own fear and turn it into a deadly weapon used to kill and terrify the masses was an unbelievable feeling.<br><br>Fear…it was in his lover’s eyes, and God, did he get off on it. Truly, how much danger was Nate in? Jack couldn’t decide if it was hardly any or too much, his own mind being very much unable to be truthful with himself. He liked to believe that he was stronger, that he had a perfected and honed control on his violent tendencies, on his bloodthirsty urges. The past five years refuted that, but those were complete strangers, people that he had no prior connection to. A stranger and a lover were two very different things. A stranger was a nobody, a face without a name, nothing but a blurred memory. But a lover, especially one who meant the world to their partner, was something in an entirely different world. He had already killed one, and the emotional repercussions haunted him for years afterwards. <br><br>It had been a mistake, a bad, horrid mistake. He had been young, only sixteen, and scared. When you were sixteen and had already killed three people, your fear of what you were, what you were becoming, was something tantamount to complete and utter hopelessness. It had been with an axe, a weapon he loved to use. A splitting axe, with a two-and-a-half foot long handle and a blade length of six inches. In the trunk of his car, underneath a thick woolen blanket and food wrappers and other various items he had yet to clean out. It was a marvelous weapon, the way it could split a skull like a watermelon and send juices and blood and fluids spraying in a wide arc. He offhandedly wondered if Nathaniel had ever found it, the handle still stained with flakes of dried blood, the blade dirty and sharp.<br><br>These were strange thoughts to be having at a time such as that, naked on the couch with his lover writhing beneath him, but they were oddly…erotic. He found a sick kind of sensual pleasure in causing pain, evoking fear. His ears faintly picked up the sound of Nate’s whispers, but his actions and concentration on his self control made them sound muffled to his own ears. He pulled his hand away from his lover’s erection and used the precum staining his hand to slick up his own member as best he could. He positioned himself at Nate’s entrance, heart rattling in his ribcage and his breathing becoming harder to control.<br><br>He offered no word of warning, not even a flicker of his eyes, and he sheathed himself fully inside his lover with a single powerful thrust. Nathan was hot, tight, the sensations of being buried so far within his lover almost paralyzing. He wanted, oh how he wanted, to move back and do it again, harder, rougher, faster, but he remained perfectly still, not moving his hips an inch. He knew it had hurt Nate, and though he realized that his lover did like a little pain in sex, Jack had a difficult time discerning a little pain and a lot of pain. <em>I feel kind of weird</em>, he thought as he tore the belt off of his lover’s wrists, barely wincing at the red scratch-mark like welts and bruises it had left.<br><br>He felt <em>really</em> weird, in fact, and couldn’t tell why. One second his was a grinning sadistic madman, and the next he felt…sorry? What for? His face changed, his brow furrowing as he looked down at his lover, hand still clenched to his face. He hadn’t done anything to Nate, other than enter him a little too roughly. Why did he feel so strange, almost dizzy from the remorse? He leaned down and, almost apologetically, rested his forehead against his lover’s, his lips pressing a slightly bruising yet deep and intimate kiss to Nathaniel’s. “Sorry,“ he murmured, almost so quiet he himself could barely hear it. He wanted the weird feeling to stop. Part of him was telling him to fuck his lover’s brains out, but another part was telling him to tread cautiously out of fear of hurting him. Perhaps all his mind was seeking was permission, but whatever the case, he just wanted the odd feelings to stop so he could get on with it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keep it Hush Hush [RedMoonRising and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 07:37:04</strong>
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				There was the pleasant sensation of his lover's body undulating and moving against his own, and then there were a few moments of searing pleasure as his lover's hand wrapped around him, gathering precum. The next thing Nate fully realized was the feeling of being stuffed and stretched in a way he wasn't used to. Rather than make a noise, his breath was stolen. There was silence for a moment, and then a soft moan, body slowly becoming accustomed to the feeling. It hurt, though, aching outwards from his hips and seeming to spread down along his thighs and up over his belly. His white teeth gleamed as he panted, struggling to catch his breath, to control himself. <br><br>Then he tilted his hips slightly, and, buried as deeply as he was his lover brushed up against a spot that had stars exploding in front of his vision. It was sweet pleasure mixed with that heady edge of pain - Nate liked pain. Not jst a little bit, as he always told Jack, but a lot. He liked being hurt.<br><br>He didn't know at what point in his childhood that had come about.<br><br>He had vague recollections of memories that might have brought that sensation about, and perhaps it was a survival mechanism, but all he knew then was that right now he liked the pain.<br><br>His heart swelled when his lover apologized.<br><br>To have a serial killer apologizing was both sweet and terrifying. At least he knew that his lover didn't want to hurt him, truly. He knew that if he said to go any farther, he would be inviting his lover to hurt him and to possibly lose control. <br><br>He didn't care.<br><br>"It's okay," he whispered, still breathless from the kiss, "It's okay. I like...I like it." Nate's voice, already usually quite soft, was careful, sweet, clearly shy at vocalizing this openly, "I want you to do stuff like that to me." Pale eyes tilted upwards carefully, lips parted, exotic heritage showing through while he was pinned beneath his lover, wrists still bruised, carefully draped over Jack's shoulders, drawing him down closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keep it Hush Hush [RedMoonRising and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedMoonRising</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 02:29:20</strong>
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				It was all about being careful. Even though it seemed as if everything he did was careless, calm, done without even the faintest of second thoughts, it truly wasn’t the case. Everything about him at that moment screamed of rigid control, one arm braced against the armrest of the couch, the other gripping the waist of his lover. Not a single muscle moved, flinched, for the longest moment as he slowly digested what he was hearing. While Nathan’s words were reassuring, they conjured up dark thoughts in the back of Jack’s head, ones that would make any normal person squirm in disgust.<br><br>The larger man wondered if his lover truly knew what he was inviting upon himself, what he was practically asking for. Yielding all of one’s power to a mentally unwell serial killer wasn’t a smart move, but then again, he didn’t even know if Nate realized what he was. He did his best to be careful, to leave no evidence, though the occasional blood spatter was bound to show up on some article of clothing. The complete and total vulnerability of his lover was oddly erotic, especially considering how potentially fatal it may be. It was very true, Jack didn’t <em>want </em> to hurt his lover, but not wanting to and actually being able to restrain himself were two different things entirely.<br><br>The hand pressed the armrest of the couch, helping keep himself propped up, moved to the milky skin of his lover’s neck as he pulled back a bit, his thumb ghosting over the slender man’s windpipe as he studied him with half-lidded and hungry eyes. It would be so easy…with a tighter grip, he could effectively cut off whatever air supply his lover had. With the flick of the wrist and the pinning of his torso with his other hand, he could even snap Nate’s neck like a twig if he so wished. Though that wouldn’t be his style, anyway. He preferred the mess of using a blade, the blood and fluids that accompanied it. But even then, how hard would it be to simply run into the kitchen and grab a knife?<br><br>Dark thoughts swimming in his head, he let the slight weight of his lover’s slender arms around his shoulders pull him down, his own lips pressing another searing kiss to his lover’s mouth. Something kick-started within him, perhaps his lover’s reassurances, or the tightening in his loins, and sent his mind back into a hungry and carnal state. The desire for release, now clouding his brain, caused the calloused hand on Nate’s waist to tighten, his teeth assaulting the porcelain skin of his throat as his hips made rough and steady thrusts, a long hiss of pleasure blowing warm breath on the nape of his lover’s neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keep it Hush Hush [RedMoonRising and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 15:30:56</strong>
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				Nate's head tipped back, revealing a beautifully slim white throat, already starting to bear the marks of their current fun. "Jack..." his whispered as his bruised wrists draped over strong shoulders, caressing the strong muscles, giving himself over to his lover. He could feel a thumb tracing over his windpipe and his heartbeat picked up, visibly pressing under the almost translucent skin. He knew that with a hard push, he'd die, that his lover could cut off his air and that he was already hopelessly weaker than Jackson. He'd never be able to fight him off. <br><br>His legs parted, then tightened around his lover's waist, crying out as he felt those white teeth assaulting his neck. He could feel his lover's breath on his neck, and just to tease him a bit more, he paused and then clenched his whole body, tightening his muscles around Jack's member.<br><br>Crying out loud enough that the neighbors could probably here, he turned his head, whimpering.<br><br>He was riding that edge of pleasure, already close to going over that edge, just needing a few more moments. He didn't even need to be touched - with Jack, his lover hit his body perfectly, and could bring him over. He cried out again, his neck marked up with his lover's teeth, quivering when his lover's teeth sank into his neck and his thrusts took on that rough edge. "Oh, God..." he was already so close, "I...I need, please, Jack...I'm so close, please...!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keep it Hush Hush [RedMoonRising and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedMoonRising</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 03:18:13</strong>
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				White teeth sunk into soft, tender snow-white skin as Jack’s mind numbed almost completely over with pleasure. The feeling of supple flesh between his teeth was an intoxicating sensation, a kind of sick pleasure that he enjoying taking part in. His tongue drifted over the red marks he had left, soothing them, tasting his lover. What rational thought that still remained in his mind was beginning to take on a carnal edge, the steady thrusts of his hips growing faster and slightly more erratic as he began to lose himself in the feelings and sensations. <br><br>He gave a sharp, almost startled intake of breath as he felt Nate’s muscles clench around his throbbing member, the grip on his lover’s hip tightening. “Oh, <em>fuck</em>,” he exhaled hotly, voice deep and husky from his lover’s ministrations. He may very damn well go insane if he kept doing that, pleasure stretching up his member and into his stomach. “Goddamn, Nate…you’re so fucking<em> tight</em>…”<br><br>His panting breaths were becoming more and more ragged, a low rumbling grunt escaping his mouth as he thrust haphazardly. He smirked widely at the sound of his lover’s borderline desperate calls, his teeth glinting from the light of the television set. He leaned down, running his tongue along the shell of the slender man’s ear before whispering almost menacingly, “With pleasure.” Almost instantaneously, the movements of his hips became extremely sharp and rough, his lover’s cries fueling his movements like a fierce fire.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Keep it Hush Hush [RedMoonRising and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 04:14:25</strong>
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				Nate arched up, crying out when he heard his lover cursing, that strong hand tightening on his hip. He was going to lose it, and as his lover's lips descended upon his ear, whispering those two simple words - 'with pleasure' - he felt his core clench and then a scream tear from hips lips as Jack's pace picked up and became brutal. He whimpered sweetly, giving himself over, eyes lidded and blazing with lust, fingertips digging into his shoulders, about to lose it. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to last much longer, not with Jack taking him as hard and fast as he was. He was certainly going to have trouble walking the next day.<br><br>Nate's slim body jerked, hands tightening, almost at that edge. "Please, please, please...!" <br><br>The desperation for release showed in his voice, and he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. He screamed again, not caring if the neighbors heard, throwing his head back and then feeling his whole body shudder into an orgasm.<br><br>"Jack...ah...ah, I..." <br><br>Jack had stolen his breath, his words, his voice going impossibly tight around his lover, squeezing and clenching virginally tight as Jack slammed into him and claimed him in a way that no man ever had before. "God, Jack..." <br><br>Nate's body was pliant, utterly under his control, neck bruised and marked with the traces and leavings of Jack's thrill of possession. He was Jack's, utterly and completely, unable to fight that. He knew that he belonged to Jack in a way that was mostly love and partly his own need to have someone to protect him - and having Jack was like having the most dangerous man in the city protecting him - and be there for him. There had been some tensions, especially from Nate's rising fear that his lover might lose control with him one day, but mostly things had been fine.
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