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Dark Night
It's the night following the verdict and a worn out Slash and Izzy return to a supposedly empty house.
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By the time we return from the courthouse, our house is just a dark skeleton against the twilight sky. I feel tingles chase over my body as I turn the key in the lock. It's almost as there's ghosts waiting for us. The ghosts of bad choices waiting behind the door.
To say we're scared would be an understatement. No, we're terrified. The monster we'd tried to lock out of this house is alive and well and now roaming the streets of Los Angeles again. With Izzy by my side, we quickly search the house. Every nook, every cranny and behind every door is searched, our hearts in our mouths as we prepare ourselves for what might be behind them. But there's nothing. The house is as empty and still as we left it.
Every light in the building burning, we gather provisions and head for the one safe and secure part of the house. The basement.
Locking the door and dropping the box of food and drink beside the bed, I turn to Izzy. He looks worn out and defeated and I can't blame him. It's been a long battle, a long battle that we lost. I look into his eyes, dead and glazed, the skin beneath them dark and bruised. Stepping up to him, I gently take him in my arms, my thumbs running over the hollow cheekbones. He looks at me sadly, trying to give a small smile. I return it and press a kiss to his lips.
"It'll be okay," I whisper.
He just tiredly looks at me and shakes his head before pulling away and flopping down to the bed. I sigh and follow him, spreading myself out along his skinny body. Silently, he looks at me with those broken eyes. I feel my own face fall, mirroring his. Moving close, I gently kiss him. A little kiss to let him know that I love him. What I didn't expect was for him to sigh and open up for me. His head falls back, eyes closing as his supple lips fall open. Hovering over him, I press my mouth to his, breathing a sigh into his mouth.
Izzy's hands slowly slide beneath my shirt and I gasp as they connect with my skin, cool and rough. Wriggling, I slip the shirt over my head, letting it fall to the floor. A gasp leaves Izzy's lips as I do the same to him, fingers slowly undoing the buttons of his rumpled shirt. Pushing it away from his thin shoulders, I bow my head and press fluttering kisses to his pale chest. I can hear him sigh and gasp as my tongue flows over his tiny, pert nipples. I run a hand down his body and to his crotch, his cock hardening at my touch. I hadn't expected this, not after today. I'd expected there to be tears, which we'd had earlier. But hadn't expected there to be there to be the quiet panting of a turned on Izzy.
Sitting up, I look down at him, his body ghostly in the low light. He murmurs as my hands and lips leave him, eyes lazily half opening as he runs his hands down his body and to his crotch. I watch as his hands disappear beneath the waistband of his trousers and I watch as they move beneath the linen, cupping and stroking his cock. As I watch, I feel my own cock begin to harden and I can't help but reach down and cup my hand over it, giving it a little squeeze. With my free hand, I reach out and unbutton his trousers, pushing them down his skinny legs. I feel my mouth water as I watch his strong hand slide up and down his cock, his hips bucking into his hand. His eyes are half closed and dark with lust, his lips parted as he pants. Struggling, I push my own pants down, letting my engorged cock spring free.
Lying back, I tangle my legs with Izzy's, panting and moaning as I jerk off in time to his strokes. I watch as his fingers tighten and loosen around his cock, squeezing gently as his free hand slides between his legs to fondle his balls. He plays with them, rolling, squeezing and fondling them, quietly moaning as he does. I love watching him jerk off, love watching him pleasure himself. It's one of my favourite turn ons and it always ends with us rolling around naked as we screw and kiss and moan and pant.
With my hand still around my cock, I sit up on my knees, jacking off over him. Izzy looks up at me, eyes still dark and glazed as he pants.
"Fuck me..." he whispers.
I'm more than happy to oblige and I stretch out beside him. Taking my hands from my cock, I lift his leg, placing his foot flat against the bed. He sighs happily, his own hands leaving his cock as he reaches out to stroke my face. I move my head, gently kissing each of his hands and smelling the gentle musky scent of his cock. It's a heavenly scent which takes over my senses and drives me crazy. I love the scent that's uniquely Izzy.
Reaching behind me, I pick up the bottle of strawberry scented lube. Flipping the lid, I wave it under my nose, inhaling the sickly scent before coating my fingers with it. Izzy's eyes sparkle as I teasingly slide my sticky fingers between his legs. He gasps as they ghost over his hole and breach him. I slide one deep inside of him, gently stroking and stretching. Hands cling to me, raking over my shirt. Snarling, my free hand quickly grabs at the buttons, pushing it away from my shoulders. The second it's gone, Izzy's hands are back, stroking and scratching. Hissing, I push another finger into him and he digs his nails into my skin, hips bucking.
I can't take it anymore, I can't lie and watch as he squirms and pants and moans. Quickly I coat my cock with lube and position myself between his legs, his left leg draping over my hips. Gripping his hips, I push my cock deep into his, listening as he lets out a low moan.
"Yeah..." he hisses. "Fuck me Slash..."
Wrapping my arms around his body, I pull him into my lap and begin to thrust. Izzy buries his head in my neck, warm breath tickling my skin as his arms tighten around me. It feels great to be doing this, to finally be making love again. Our sighs and moans fill the room, fingers stroking and touching, making our skin tingle.
A hand brushes down my spine and I purr, the fingers ghosting along my spine. So soft and gentle, like nothing I've ever felt. They keep on stroking my back, covering me in goosebumps. Shuddering, I bury my face in Izzy's hair, rocking my hips. In and out, in and out, pushing the pleasure forwards. I moan and arch my back to the touch, my own hands crawling over Izzy's body.
Yet Izzy doesn't respond. Doesn't shiver or moan or squirm. Instead he's just given up, hanging limply around my neck as I thrust into him.
I pull back and look him in the eyes, concerned.
"Izz. What's up?"
He doesn't look at me, his shadowed eyes instead staring off into the distance over my shoulder. Ghostly soft fingers still stroke over my back and shoulders. Ghostly soft fingers that belong to no-one in this room.
With a strangled moan, I jump and look over my old shoulder, my hard-on instantly waning. Something sways in the darkness and I call out, "Who's there?!"
The shadow moves and a figure, all sharp mountains and valleys in the low light, drifts out. A scream hitches in my throat but Izzy lets out a low groan for me. Hair streaks the angular face as a sinister grin spreads over their lips.
"Hello boys," comes a low, familiar growl. "Mind if I join you?"
To say we're scared would be an understatement. No, we're terrified. The monster we'd tried to lock out of this house is alive and well and now roaming the streets of Los Angeles again. With Izzy by my side, we quickly search the house. Every nook, every cranny and behind every door is searched, our hearts in our mouths as we prepare ourselves for what might be behind them. But there's nothing. The house is as empty and still as we left it.
Every light in the building burning, we gather provisions and head for the one safe and secure part of the house. The basement.
Locking the door and dropping the box of food and drink beside the bed, I turn to Izzy. He looks worn out and defeated and I can't blame him. It's been a long battle, a long battle that we lost. I look into his eyes, dead and glazed, the skin beneath them dark and bruised. Stepping up to him, I gently take him in my arms, my thumbs running over the hollow cheekbones. He looks at me sadly, trying to give a small smile. I return it and press a kiss to his lips.
"It'll be okay," I whisper.
He just tiredly looks at me and shakes his head before pulling away and flopping down to the bed. I sigh and follow him, spreading myself out along his skinny body. Silently, he looks at me with those broken eyes. I feel my own face fall, mirroring his. Moving close, I gently kiss him. A little kiss to let him know that I love him. What I didn't expect was for him to sigh and open up for me. His head falls back, eyes closing as his supple lips fall open. Hovering over him, I press my mouth to his, breathing a sigh into his mouth.
Izzy's hands slowly slide beneath my shirt and I gasp as they connect with my skin, cool and rough. Wriggling, I slip the shirt over my head, letting it fall to the floor. A gasp leaves Izzy's lips as I do the same to him, fingers slowly undoing the buttons of his rumpled shirt. Pushing it away from his thin shoulders, I bow my head and press fluttering kisses to his pale chest. I can hear him sigh and gasp as my tongue flows over his tiny, pert nipples. I run a hand down his body and to his crotch, his cock hardening at my touch. I hadn't expected this, not after today. I'd expected there to be tears, which we'd had earlier. But hadn't expected there to be there to be the quiet panting of a turned on Izzy.
Sitting up, I look down at him, his body ghostly in the low light. He murmurs as my hands and lips leave him, eyes lazily half opening as he runs his hands down his body and to his crotch. I watch as his hands disappear beneath the waistband of his trousers and I watch as they move beneath the linen, cupping and stroking his cock. As I watch, I feel my own cock begin to harden and I can't help but reach down and cup my hand over it, giving it a little squeeze. With my free hand, I reach out and unbutton his trousers, pushing them down his skinny legs. I feel my mouth water as I watch his strong hand slide up and down his cock, his hips bucking into his hand. His eyes are half closed and dark with lust, his lips parted as he pants. Struggling, I push my own pants down, letting my engorged cock spring free.
Lying back, I tangle my legs with Izzy's, panting and moaning as I jerk off in time to his strokes. I watch as his fingers tighten and loosen around his cock, squeezing gently as his free hand slides between his legs to fondle his balls. He plays with them, rolling, squeezing and fondling them, quietly moaning as he does. I love watching him jerk off, love watching him pleasure himself. It's one of my favourite turn ons and it always ends with us rolling around naked as we screw and kiss and moan and pant.
With my hand still around my cock, I sit up on my knees, jacking off over him. Izzy looks up at me, eyes still dark and glazed as he pants.
"Fuck me..." he whispers.
I'm more than happy to oblige and I stretch out beside him. Taking my hands from my cock, I lift his leg, placing his foot flat against the bed. He sighs happily, his own hands leaving his cock as he reaches out to stroke my face. I move my head, gently kissing each of his hands and smelling the gentle musky scent of his cock. It's a heavenly scent which takes over my senses and drives me crazy. I love the scent that's uniquely Izzy.
Reaching behind me, I pick up the bottle of strawberry scented lube. Flipping the lid, I wave it under my nose, inhaling the sickly scent before coating my fingers with it. Izzy's eyes sparkle as I teasingly slide my sticky fingers between his legs. He gasps as they ghost over his hole and breach him. I slide one deep inside of him, gently stroking and stretching. Hands cling to me, raking over my shirt. Snarling, my free hand quickly grabs at the buttons, pushing it away from my shoulders. The second it's gone, Izzy's hands are back, stroking and scratching. Hissing, I push another finger into him and he digs his nails into my skin, hips bucking.
I can't take it anymore, I can't lie and watch as he squirms and pants and moans. Quickly I coat my cock with lube and position myself between his legs, his left leg draping over my hips. Gripping his hips, I push my cock deep into his, listening as he lets out a low moan.
"Yeah..." he hisses. "Fuck me Slash..."
Wrapping my arms around his body, I pull him into my lap and begin to thrust. Izzy buries his head in my neck, warm breath tickling my skin as his arms tighten around me. It feels great to be doing this, to finally be making love again. Our sighs and moans fill the room, fingers stroking and touching, making our skin tingle.
A hand brushes down my spine and I purr, the fingers ghosting along my spine. So soft and gentle, like nothing I've ever felt. They keep on stroking my back, covering me in goosebumps. Shuddering, I bury my face in Izzy's hair, rocking my hips. In and out, in and out, pushing the pleasure forwards. I moan and arch my back to the touch, my own hands crawling over Izzy's body.
Yet Izzy doesn't respond. Doesn't shiver or moan or squirm. Instead he's just given up, hanging limply around my neck as I thrust into him.
I pull back and look him in the eyes, concerned.
"Izz. What's up?"
He doesn't look at me, his shadowed eyes instead staring off into the distance over my shoulder. Ghostly soft fingers still stroke over my back and shoulders. Ghostly soft fingers that belong to no-one in this room.
With a strangled moan, I jump and look over my old shoulder, my hard-on instantly waning. Something sways in the darkness and I call out, "Who's there?!"
The shadow moves and a figure, all sharp mountains and valleys in the low light, drifts out. A scream hitches in my throat but Izzy lets out a low groan for me. Hair streaks the angular face as a sinister grin spreads over their lips.
"Hello boys," comes a low, familiar growl. "Mind if I join you?"
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