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A long-forgotten car sat at the edge of the movie theater parking lot. Rust devoured its body, creeping along the edges and windows like a disease. The windows, clouded with grime, gave the vehicle a blind, soulless gaze.
The killer of this realm tended to wander off which is why Jake had picked this spot. It was private without really feeling like it, thanks to the flashing marquee lights and sounds of a film going on inside. A wave of nostalgia, bittersweet, came over him. The air smelled like popcorn even though the machines were empty. For a brief moment, he could close his eyes and pretend he was back in the real world.
Back then, he would have been seeing a movie with some friends. He definitely would not have been waiting around in the parking lot to get laid.
Jake leaned against the hood, waiting patiently for his date. He knew Michael had stalked him the whole way. Now and then, Jake had turned around to spot the other man’s shadow slip behind a wall or see a white mask peering at him through the fog. Never once did Jake give Michael the satisfaction of reacting, even if it did secretly startle him a few times.
A twig snapped with an ominous crack behind him. Jake's head turned slowly. Lurking beside a gnarled tree, Michael's figure loomed, his coveralls a canvas of blood and grime. The stark white mask contrasted sharply against the darkness, marred only by a gruesome splatter of blood that streaked across his cheek. In his hand, the knife glinted ominously.
Jake shrugged his shoulders, unafraid. He knew this nonchalance would get him punished. It’s precisely why he did so. The more he pretended Michael didn’t frighten him, the more determined the other one got. If they were in a trial, it would have gotten him brutally killed. But here, outside the confines of a trial, the rules were different. They could do whatever they wanted as long as it didn’t interfere with the feeding process of the Entity.
Michael tilted his head slightly. Whatever thoughts he had were hidden behind the emotionless facade of his mask. The air hung heavy with anticipation, charged with an electric tension that seemed to pulse with the flickering lights of the movie theater marquee.
"Are you going to stand there all night or are we going to do this?" Jake's voice cut through the night, laced with a boldness that seemed out of place in the presence of danger. It was a challenge, an invitation for Michael to make his move.
Michael stepped forward, the crunch of gravel under his boots breaking the silence between them. His movements were deliberate, each step measured as if calculating the distance between predator and prey. Yet, Jake remained unfazed, his posture relaxed against the car, an almost taunting calm in his demeanor.
As soon as Michael crossed the gap, he pushed his knife between Jake’s thighs, forcing them apart with the sharp end of the blade. Jake didn’t fight it. If anything, he opened them wider, revealing the bulge in his jeans.
Michael leaned in close, his breath audible even through the mask. He towered over Jake, his height seeming almost otherworldly, a testament to the Entity's influence on him. And though Michael's presence exuded danger, there was an undeniable allure to his commanding presence, a magnetic pull that drew Jake in despite his better judgment. It was a dangerous attraction, one that danced on the edge of forbidden fascination, tempting Jake to explore the depths of the darkness behind Michael’s eyes.
The sound of metal sliding against metal made Jake glance down. The hand holding the knife pressed against the car, no longer threatening to plunge into Jake’s stomach. Michael slid his other hand against the small of Jake’s back, pulling him forward to grind their hips together. A flutter of nerves made Jake’s stomach flip as he felt the length and hardness of Michael’s erection – another part of Michael that was unfairly big.
Jake’s lips parted but only a breath of relief came out. All the heat that’d pooled at the bottom of his stomach now pulsed through his aching dick. Each time Michael rubbed their hips together, it twitched, desperate to escape the confines of his jeans.
“Fuck
me
,” Jake whispered harshly as Michael rutted against him one final time. He tried to convey with his expression just how badly he wanted Michael to split him open and rearrange his guts. Hell, at this point he didn’t care if this ended with him getting murdered once Michael was sated if it meant Jake was also going to have his fill.
There was no easy way to tell what Michael was thinking. Jake had to operate on trust alone – a rather stupid idea considering he was trying to fuck a serial killer. Somehow, though, it hadn’t steered him wrong yet. Michael released the knife, leaving it on the hood of the car, and opened the backseat car door.
Jake lifted an eyebrow at this. The last time he’d done it in a car was when he was a desperate teenager trying to get rid of his virginity. He wondered if this was some unspoken fantasy of Michael’s, one that he’d never gotten to experience because he’d been kept isolated his whole life.
With a gentle yet firm grasp, Michael took hold of Jake's collar, guiding him with the most impatience the killer would ever display. They moved together in a fluid motion, Michael pushing Jake into the back seat of the car and Jake trying desperately to undo his pants so Michael didn’t tear them off of him again. He’d lost two pairs of jeans already because of their trysts.
Somehow, Michael ended up straddling him, trapping him like an animal in a snare. The seats were torn, the fabric eaten away by mold and mildew, leaving behind a musty smell that would have disgusted anyone else. The current passengers didn’t notice. The place could have smelled like rotting meat and neither of them would care.
“Hold on,” Jake hissed as Michael’s fingers dug into the waistband of Jake’s boxers. He shimmied out of them – an awkward maneuver considering the tight space and the large man looming over him – and tossed them on top of his jeans. He also took the chance to retrieve a small plastic bottle from one of his pockets.
Michael tilted his head at the slimy yellow liquid inside as Jake handed it to him. “It’s oil from one of the toolboxes,” Jake admitted, biting his lip. He didn’t care what got pushed inside him but he wouldn’t blame Michael for not wanting a mysterious liquid on the most sensitive part of his body.
It then concerned Jake that, without a second thought, Michael was already undoing the zipper of his coveralls. Freeing his massive dick, Michael let it slap against Jake’s bare thighs, hard and hot and clearly showing off. Jake loved it, even though he rolled his eyes.
Michael carefully uncapped the bottle, the liquid inside catching the dim light as he tilted it. He grabbed Jake’s hand and poured, oil pooling into the center of the open palm. He looked up, locking eyes with Jake, intense and unwavering.
Getting the message loud and clear, Jake worked his hands over Michael’s dick, twisting his wrists in just the right way to tease the head of Michael’s cock. Precum gathered around the slit, mixing with the slick of the oil as Jake glided his hands at the speed he’d learned Michael liked – slower than normal, enough to tease and make Michael frustrated so when they actually fucked Michael would pound him into oblivion.
Michael groaned, head tilting back slightly, the first break in his usually unreadable demeanor. Jake rolled his hips in response, lips parting as he chased the friction. His dick demanded more but he couldn’t move enough, causing the whole thing to only tease him to the point of frustration.
“If you don’t start fucking me right now–” Jake began. He didn’t finish the sentence. In an instant, Michael had maneuvered him into a vulnerable position, his legs lifted above his head and pinned down, bending him in a way that was painful and restrictive at the same time. There was a brief pause then, a chance for Jake to back out if he wanted. Instead, he used his hands to spread his ass open for Michael, hoping that’d speed up the process.
Jake’s teeth clenched down when he felt Michael push into him. Michael could be incredibly patient – something Jake learned the first time they agreed to this, when Jake had no idea just how large Michael was. If Jake asked, Michael would have stopped right then and there and let his body loosen up. That’s not how Jake liked to do things, though. Pain bloomed as he was stretched wide to accommodate Michael. Finally, as Michael’s hips pushed flush against him, the lightest whimper escaped him, the first sound of the night that Michael would pull out of him.
Michael pulled back, making Jake’s muscles flutter in protest, before slamming back in. Jake groaned, fingers digging into Michael’s shoulders. The slap of their bodies meeting together seemed so loud in Jake’s ears – anyone around would hear them. That thought alone made his dick twitch eagerly, betraying his sense of dignity in favor of lust.
“More,” Jake pleaded before he could help himself. Michael could probably kill him if he went too hard but Jake’s horny mind wasn’t concerned with survival.
Their heads pressed together as Michael thrust harder and harder. The low ragged breaths beneath the mask punctuated each time their bodies met. Jake matched this with his own shuddering noises, body trembling from the pain and pleasure that overwhelmed him.
The sounds coming from his mouth were a mixture of Michael’s name repeated in fervor and pleasure-filled moans. “Yes, god, right there,” he gasped each time Michael brushed against his prostate, the rapid pace making each spark blend into another until Jake’s mind melted. His lips hung open, eyes half-closed.
Michael traced the contour of Jake's lips with the rough pad of his finger, the gesture both seductive and tender. Jake took the chance to bite Michael's hand, pressing his teeth into the tender flesh beneath Michael’s thumb, imprinting his claim with a mix of urgency and desire.
"You're mine," he whispered, releasing his grip, leaving a mark. It’d fade quickly, not even breaking the skin.
Michael let out a little huff, the kind when he was amused by something. He leaned in closer to Jake, using his free hand to lift his mask slightly. With a precise movement, he sank his teeth into the soft curve of Jake's neck, biting down with a fervor that melded pain with pleasure.
The heat of the moment sent a tightening sensation into the pit of Jake’s stomach. He gasped, his whole body clenching down on Michael’s dick as it reacted to the blooming sensation of pain. He could feel the blood soaking through his shirt and somehow
that
was what sent him over the edge. White hot pleasure coursed through his body as he orgasmed, cum coating his stomach and Michael’s coveralls.
Michael grunted, picking up the pace to chase his own orgasm. Little noises of over-stimulation shot from Jake, pushed out from the jackhammer pace Michael resumed. Heat splashed hot inside him, stinging all the places he’d been stretched too thin. Michael’s cum pulsed and pulsed until it flowed out of his hole before Michael had even pulled out.
In the quiet aftermath, they lingered in each other's embrace. Breathless and content, Jake nuzzled against the smooth cheek of the latex mask. He expected Michael would pull away in that uncannily stiff way Michael always did. Instead, Michael carefully raised the edge of his mask, revealing a stubbled chin and pink lips. He pressed them softly against Jake's, unsure at first, then deepening as the two of them got lost once again in each other.