Straw Dog - Aleks -

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Settle? Pah, yeah right. The word simply made Aleks struggle even more, although in a slightly disguised manner. He grew still and lax, as if giving in; which he very much was not doing. Instead, it was all about the old trick of fooling your prey into a false sense sense of security, so that they relaxed and let down their guard. It was all a big old game in Aleks view, and when two dominating people got together, especially ones as dominating as Aleks and this boy seemed to be, their was always a fight for who came out on top. At the moment it seemed like neither would give in, but Aleks was determined to make the boy submit. And even if he didn't, this whole thing would be a fight until the very end, because trust me, Aleks never gave it. It wasn't in his nature, and never would be. Even when he wasn't fighting for domination, he was never submissive. Yeah, he was a bit of a masochist, and quite liked pain, both from himself and others (the others part was less common - he was usually the one inflicting the pain on himself), but that in no way translated to him being submissive. He simply appreciated the rush of endorphins and adrenaline which pain brought with it, both as a self destructive and sexual mechanism.

Of course, as he could almost predict, this kid didn't exactly take him at his word, did he now? No, instead the little bastard went and cupped him through his jeans, where yeah, okay, he was getting hard pretty quickly. As the kid went and pressed the heel of his heel of his hand against the growing bulge, Aleks disguised his harsh intake of breath behind words. "Oh, look there, how fucking observant of you. Feel like helping out with that, then?" The whole sentence was said with a sharp tone of sarcasm and mocking, and on the second sentence, Aleks slipped his leg between the boy's, grinding upward into the kid's groin with it, a silent taunt of 'Oh, cause I'm the only one unaffected here, am I?', which was really not the case. Although Aleks' breathing had harshened, the boy had the ability to keep his voice completely steady, something which had quickly developed when he had begun to explore the dominant side of his sexuality, which was pretty much immediately as soon as he began to get into sex.

It took the gritting of his teeth to stop his hips bucking up once more when the boy took the burnt skin between his teeth and began to bruise it even more, sucking and biting at it. God, well, the kid certainly had his own high pain threshold, since it was only people who had that who really knew how to cause pain in others with it. It was something about the way they experienced pain - Aleks had gotten with people who had average pain thresholds, and found their biting and scratching simply far too weak for him, the teasing touches really not affecting him that much. This kid, however, with this and the fact he was also at Hawthorne, was most likely a self harmer, if we drew a conclusion from the evidence. Most likely more than that from the way he had been acting, but it seemed like a likely habit for someone this into pain, and so rough on others.

Now, when the kid went and held Aleks' hands above his head, he at the moment resolved that, fuck no, this was either changing or ending right fucking now. This had only just sprang into his mind, backtracked by the monotone sound of the boy's voice saying words he didn't really register, but when the kid's fist came down towards his face, he just managed to turn his head to the side so that instead of catching his nose, the fist simply caught his cheekbone, sure to cause a blooming purple and red bruise, the pain radiating through the bone and flesh. Instead of flinching, however, Aleks reaction was to use the fresh adrenalin coursing through his system, mixed with the fact that the kid now only had one hand on him, to flip them over, and grin down at the kid menacingly. He placed the kid in a similar position to the one the boy had just been holding him in; straddling him so that the boy couldn't buck upwards successfully, and holding his hands above his head, so that the kid couldn't reach for him. The smirk which now ran through his lips, aided by all those pretty hormones running through his body at the moment.

He looked down at him for a second, before transferring his grip on the boy's wrists to one hand, and threading the other through the kid's messy fringe, pulling his head up before cracking it down on the concrete below, talking as he did so. "Now, you gonna play like a good little boy, or am I gonna have to knock you out for this to work?" His hand came down towards the kid's cheek, aiming exactly where the kid had caused the freshly blooming bruise on Aleks' own cheek. Going to mirror it; an eye for an eye, and all that. Except he didn't just return in kind, he return in kind and quite a bit more. Aleks could feel something creeping at the edge of his conscience, threatening to overtake him, something which seemed to come in to play every time something like that began to occur. But he pushed it away, wanting to remember this, not wanting the clouding which accompanied it. He wanted this all as a clear memory, cause really, it could create such a pretty memory.

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^{TAG – ashton.
WORDS – just over nine hundred and fifty.
NOTES – lol, here, my posts are better when i'm not completely exhausted.
TUNES – twist and shout, the beatles.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[ashton cole johnson]

Ashton thought it was funny that the kid was trying so hard not to show how he was being affected. Ashton just honestly couldnt believe that anything he was doing was going unnoticed especially the fact that he was directly rubbing against him. He grunted and shrugged. I'll think about it. he said but then he felt the guys leg go between his and up against him. Ashton bit the inside of his cheek. that really did feel good. He couldnt hide the fact that he was hard and getting harder as this continued.

Ashton didnt care that his fist only landed on his cheek. He made contact and thats what hed been aiming for. either way the kid felt it and it would still leave a mark for a while. He almost laughed again once he kid took over and flipped them so Ashton was now on the bottom as the kid almost mirrored what ashton had done, putting ashtons skinny wrists in his hand. The boy then ran his fingers through his hair and took a hold lifting his head up and then slamming it into the concrete. Ashton winced some, the pain radiating from the back of his head and upwards. It hurt like a bitch.

Ashton rolled his eyes at him. we both know you wouldnt like me passed out. he said. Otherwise what would have been the point of all of this. he bucked his hips up into the kid. Of course the kid wasnt done and next thing he knew he was feeling the impact of the kids fist against his cheek where hed hit the boy as well. Shit he could actually punch, he was surprised to be honest. The kid was skinny as fuck and even though he knew better then to underestimate people hed just had a few encounters with people of similar statures that couldnt punch for the life of them.

Ashton slipped one of his wrists free and touched his cheek pressing into it a little and wincing at the pain before reaching his hand up and threading it through the hair at the of his head and then gripped it hard pulling his head back to bare his neck. He leaned up as far as he could in his position and pulled him down the rest of the way attacking his neck with his mouth and teeth.

It had been so long since hed actually been able to find someone that could take it as well as give it. Ashton had a feeling this was going to come to an end at some point when the kid realized that Ashton wasnt going to give in. Ashton had never actually been with a guy where he was the one bottoming. Hed only ever topped and that had been possibly two guys that he could remember. There was a lot in his life that he didnt recall that the spaces were empty and because of this anything that could possibly have happened didnt count in his opinion. As for girls, hed had several and usually he looked for the angry girls unless he had a reason for something else. The only problem was, girls just werent the same. Ashton liked to feel the toughness of skin between his teeth. Unlike a girl whos skin was usually always soft . Just didnt satisfy quiite as well.

Ashton took his turn to slip his long leg up between the others rubbing his knee against his crotch. Again... he said. Harder.. he tightened his hold in his hair more. now. it was an order.

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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"You sure I wouldn't like it? I'd be able to get you all trussed up and helpless, then wake you up." He grinned to himself, imagined the picture, projected across the walls of his mind, the boy first limp and lifeless, and then when awake, struggling and angry. God that's be beautiful. He chuckled slightly as his eyes slid back tot he boy beneath him, the smirk and predatory glint growing even larger. "And you'd hate that, wouldn't you? No control, not being able to do fucking anything against me. Your life in my hands, your skin just ready to tear apart." As Aleks considered the picture that was sharpening in his mind, his dick simply grew harder. Fuck, now that was the type of power he loved to have. Absolute. And especially when this kid was so intent on fighting him, it'd be even better. There was something so fulfilling in that kind of ultimate domination. He continued narrating the situation that was now playing out in his mind. "You'd fucking struggle so bad, but there'd be nothing you could do. And you'd fucking like it, you pain whore, cause I'd make you, bruise you up and leave my mark on you for weeks to come." Yeah, that'd be fucking nice.

He ground his hips down into the boy's, trying to relieve some of the tension that was building up. Fuck, skinny jeans may look fucking fantastic, but they sure didn't help with situations like this, no, not at all. And those hips grinding back up into his... Well, they certainly didn't help the situation either. Girl's were nice to fuck, but they were so soft, all curves - at least most of them. But boys, that sharp edge of bone that created their hips. Especially with a kid this skinny, it only reminded him of Josh, who had that perfect sharp bone structure, much like the kid below him had, except at the same time vastly different. But with those hips against his, Aleks really needed to relieve the tension in his pants. And so he did so, slipping his hand down between the two of them, flicking open the button and pulling down the fly of black denim skinnies, pushing them down slightly. Fucking hell, that was a lot better, nothing caging him in anymore. he briefly thought for a second of doing the same for the kid, but he decided otherwise. It'd be better to see the boy do it himself, the small gesture almost rewarding.

Aleks smiled to himself as the kid pressed his own hand against the bruise that Aleks had formed on his cheek, watching with pleasure at the wince that seemed to fly through his features. Yeah, hurts doesn't it? And you fucking love it, don't you? There were quite a few people who liked biting, scratching and a bit of pain as an accompaniment to sex, but he had met few who were as turned on by simple plain violence as this kid was. And then the kid pulled Aleks' head down, biting at his neck once more, and Aleks' breath once again came harshly, holding in any other sounds, knowing that between the two of them, there was almost an unspoken rule that the one who seemed the most affected was obviously the weaker, the submissive. In reality, it probably wasn't true, you couldn't judge simply on that, but you know. These two boys didn't exactly seem to be ruled by the rules of normal society, writhing around on a concrete rooftop, lacing each other with purple and red.

When the boy's leg slipped between his and ground upwards, Aleks couldn't really help his hips bucking down towards the contact, but he sure could return in kind, grinding back down against the boy, movement sure and almost cocky. But then the orders came once again, and Aleks shook his head almost mockingly, instead bringing his hand up to the boy's throat, toying with his windpipe, before pressing down harder as he began to speak, cutting off the kid's breath completely. "Stop with the orders. Now. Or else you don't get fucking anything. It's just as easy for me to simply jerk off here, watching you all bruised up, black and blue." He raised an eyebrow at the boy, lessening the pressure on his neck so that he could gasp a breath in if he wanted. He normally would love someone asking him to him them during sex, or the like, but that was when it was begging. he didn't take fucking orders from anyone. His hand pressed down on the boy's windpipe again as he continued speaking. "Now, we gonna come to some sort of agreement, or what?" And he held down his breath till the last possible moment, smirking, watching the kid's face for reactions. When you're being dominant, the other person's reactions can be just as fulfilling as your own pleasure, if they were good reactions. And so far? This kid had been giving good, if hidden, reactions. And that was kind of sorta really fucking hot.

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^{TAG – ashton.
WORDS – bout eight hundred and fifty.
NOTES – i love fights for domination lol.
TUNES – time to dance, panic! at the disco.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[ashton cole johnson]

Ashton closed his eyes a moment at the mention of being tied up and helpless. He would fucking hate it. He would probably tear his arm off trying to get loose, but at the same time the thought turned him on. The shit he could imagine that this kid would do to him. He could feel himself harden at the prospect at the same time his mind fought against it. He wouldnt have seen it coming but at the same time he would have known it would be happening. There was war of emotions going on inside him over that thought, the images the kid was creating in his mind over it. He opened his eyes againt and smirked darkly. you talk so big.. he said. is that to make up for something you're lacking in? his knee pressed against his hardness again. little big man.

and you dont mark me. Cut me up, bruise me.. whatever. But you dont mark me. he said. Though technically hed already marked the kid, but that was different. Because this was him he was talking about and he refused to be marked by anyone. A mark was a claim and he wasnt a claim to be had. He was no ones property and he knew how those thoughts worked around it. He wasnt laying claim to this kid though. Although part of him kind of wanted to. Not because he wanted him or anything, but because if this was how it was, then he'd need it again. This kid had no cares, didnt care about anything it seemed like, then again he didnt know him all that well. He wasnt worried about what he was doing what he was hitting and thats what ashton needed. if that was the case then he would claim him as his own personal ... thing. He wasnt sure what hed call it, but for now hed just go with that.

When the kid reached between them to unzip his pants ashton stilled a moment not exactly sure what he was going to do but then he was touching himself. Ashton snorted at that and looked at the boy. couldnt control yourself? he hmm'd. someones got some self control issues. he said and lifted his hips back up into the boy against his hand and crotch.

The kid ground down against him and ashtons breathing deepened. From the images in his head and the pain the kid had already inflicked on him to the attention on his crotch he was impossibly hard he was sure hed burst through his pants, but the friction of his jeans against himself felt good as well. the pain of being held in not being touched physically was good too. His jaw tightened as the kid turned on him again his hand covering his windpipe squeezing the air from him. He tried to swallow and breath in but it was useless. his hands wrigged in the grasp of the kids hand. The feeling of his air cutting off sending mixed messages again to his brain. Suffocation. Suffocating, darkness closing in, his heart started to pound, but then then pressure was let up and he felt light headed and it felt good. The fact that he could die so easily and then the feeling of being light headed as air came back to his body, it was just another thing to add to his thrills.

Ashton didnt reply and then the kid was ding it again. His mind won out though and he brought his knee up hard into the kids crotch and using this to pull his hands free and flip them over again. His eyes flashed dangerously and instead of a fist he brought his hand down slapping across his cheek where it was already bruising from earlier. It was a bitch move but he liked the feel of the sting and besides it was hard enough to leave it red. Dont fucking talk to me like that. he growled. You are not going to tell me what to do. he said. It was his turn to press his hands around the boys throat. You want control hm.. he said. well too bad. Ive given you enough control. You want to jack off then fucking jack off, im not stopping you, i dont need your filthy cock up my goddamn ass to get off, im getting most of what i want right now. he let up on his airway. He then mirrored his actions from earlier taking a hold of the kids hair and lifting his head and slamming it into the pavement. You want to break me? Then you'll have to put all your effort and then some into it. he hissed. He then smirked at him some and put a hand to the middle of the boys chest holding him down though its not as if he could actually do so, if the boy wanted he could move it. He reached down then taking a hold of the boy in his hand wrapping long fingers around him. Does it hurt still? he stroked him. couldnt control the knee. Sorry. he said though he didnt sound sorry at all.

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks snorted in laughter as the kid insulted his cock, but grinding down at the same time into the kid's knee. Really, he was gonna sink to that? He cocked his head to the side, looking down at the kid, taunting him. "Making up for something I lack?" He giggled again. Yeah, maybe the insult hit a bit more deep than his other ones, but it only took a quick flick back to various... Conquests that made him sure of himself. Besides, the power rush at the moment eliminated what would of been annoyance, and simply turned it into a need to prove this kid wrong. In all ways. "Babe, if you want me to prove you wrong, I'm quite willing to fuck you to prove it." The term of endearment was sarcastic and mocking, and the rest of the sentence cocksure and surely.

He raised an eyebrow at the boy's reaction to his simple comment that he was gonna mark the boy up. Up until now, the boy had taunted him into more, not less. This was the first time he had drawn back from any of Aleks' taunts and suggestions. And he had really expressed distaste. Which only really made him want to do it fucking more. With his hatred of submission to Aleks, with this new reaction, Aleks could be pretty certain that the kid had a major problem with ownership, and that just enticed him to try harder to make the kid submit and give in. He usually wanted to make a claim on the people he slept with in some form, just so that they remembered him. This kid made him want to do that even more, cause he knew he'd hate having Aleks' mark on him, a permanent symbol of ownership. It would be sublime.

Self control? "You complaining? Cause you know, it really doesn't seem like you are." He pressed his fingers against the bruises that he'd just created, stating his point. "These weren't formed from fucking self control now, were they?" And then the boy's hips, lifting up against him simply made him smirk more. Yeah, this kid really didn't seem against his 'self control problems'. Besides, it wasn't really self control problems, he was simply a teenage boy, having many of his favourite kinks fulfilled. Well, as long as he managed to make the boy submit in the end. And he would make him submit, fuck it. It didn't work any other way, he always would end up on top. It was almost a rule of life, he didn't belong on the bottom, and he never would. It was just the ways things worked, the laws of nature.

The way he was writhing underneath him at the moment, windpipe cut off, was so fucking pretty. All helpless and completely in his power. It was basically exactly what he had been looking for, that type of helplessness. And then the kid's knee came fuck bang right into the middle of his groin, making Aleks swear, his hands retreating from the boy's neck and collapse down on him, his legs coming up in automatic reaction. Fucking hell, this boy was playing dirty, that fucking hurt. So when the boy flipped them over, pushing him down to the floor, he didn't really put up much resistance, pain still fucking radiating from his groin. The slap which came to his face was almost helpful, partially distracting from the ache that still had nearly his full attention before that.

What the boy was saying made him both angry and amused at the same time. One part of himself was saying As if I'm not gonna tell you what to do, you'll fucking do what I say and like it, whilst another part was simply laughing at the fact that the kid even entertained the idea that Aleks would ever submit. And then the fucker used his own moves on him, cutting off Aleks air supply. He dealt with it well at first, having choked off his air supply himself multiple times, but after a few seconds his eyes began to water, head pounding. His attention span was focused to one simple point just above his eyes, which conveniently was where the boy was, letting him focus onto his words, and nothing else. Well, nothing else until he let go of his throat, and in the same in instance knocked his head back again the concrete. Fucking hell, what with the knee in the groin, the asphyxiation, and the goddamn knocking his head against the concrete, Aleks as more than just a little disorientated, but the adrenaline rushing through his body almost made up for it, letting his reply. "Break you? I can certainly do that, and it won't take all my effort in the slightest." He grinned up at the boy, even as the pain from the back of his head began to burn. God, he was gonna look like such a hospital case, coming up for an excuse for this would be hard. They normally were suspicious, but this? Yeah, he'd just have to hide it.

Of course, then the bastard had the fucking nerve to go and wrap his hand round Aleks' cock (not that he was exactly complaining, those fingers were really something else), and give an insincere apology. "Yeah, you're really not sorry at all, are you? If you wanted to apologise you'd be doing a lot more than simply jerking me off." The last sentence was delivered with a leer, and Aleks' energy, which had been sapped away by the trio of assaults, was beginning to return to him full force. Of course, even when it did, he didn't make a move to buck the boy off him. No, no with those fingers wrapped around his cock, he'd find another way to gain control. He briefly entertained the idea of opening the kid's own jeans, but then, decided he'd really like to see the kid asking for that, begging for it. Instead, he threaded a hand through the boy's hair, and dragged him down, so that Aleks could sink his teeth into his neck. This time, he was aiming to break the skin, to draw blood for a certainty. His other hand went to the kids hips, digging his nails in as deep as they went, before dragging across the sensitive skin.

"And don't fucking knee me in the balls again, or you'll regret it." If not now, he'd regret it fucking later. Aleks really fucking wished he had brought his knives up here right now. It'd be such a good way to make the boy give in. Pale skin under the steel blade, tracing all over. He knew the kid would like it, and if he needed to make him submit holding that sharpened steel against his jugular. He didn't think the kid was suicidal, so he doubted the boy would fight too much against that. And there it was, more pretty images flittering across his vision, filling his mind. Something he really needed to see, now it had come to his mind. "You know, holding you in my room, knife across your neck, blood dripping down your neck, giving this all right back to you." He bit back into the kid's neck again, right across the jugular, feeling the blood beating across his lips, smiling into the kid's skin as he did so, nails once again scraping across tender flesh. His hips bucked up into the kids hand again as the images flicked across his mind, just the ideas themselves making his cock jerk.

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^{TAG – ashton.
WORDS – just over eight hundred and fifty.
NOTES – sorry if it's sorta shitty, being distracted at the same time.
TUNES – charmed on tv.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[ashton cole johnson]

<sup>Ashton smirked and gave a small shrug. whatever makes you get through the day. he said with slight sarcasm. Ashton wasnt the complete best at comebacks, especially when he was like this, but he figured whatever. When he said the next thing his eyes darkened and narrowed a bit, He leaned up then as if he were going to kiss him but instead took his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down hard enough to draw blood. He flicked his tongue over the wound before pulling back. You wont be fucking me. And dont call me babe. he didnt care if it was sarcastic or any kind of tone. He hated endearments and pet names.

Ashton knew showing any kind of weakness to this boy was bad. That included letting it be known what he disliked especially something like marking. Aleks seemed the type that would do something even more so because you hated it. That included nicknames he was sure. Ashton might know this, and would have stopped himself, but he had been more pissed at the idea of it that he voiced before reminding himself of this. He could practically see the need to do it in Aleks' eyes. The little bastard. Ashton didnt care about marks, but he would not let the fucker put any significant claim marks on him. He would squirm and fuck it up best he could because this kid was probably capable of anything. unless of course this was all just show. He would find out he knew.

Yeah Ashton didnt much care and was glad the boy didnt have any self control or rather lacked some at the moment. he clenched his teeth from the tenderness of his skin there when Aleks pressed his fingers to it. Ashton wished he were completely sober right now. He knew this would be so much better and tomorrow.. maybe it would last till then. He wouldnt feel that restless antsy feeling. It was his luck though, to run into someone like this when he was high. well he knew now. He would mark him off in his head now he had a face. It would be easy next time. The only problem was this boy seemed intent on fucking him and that just wasnt going to happen. Still the boy, even though Ashton had told him it wasnt happening, just didnt seem to get it.

Ashton gave a sick little half smirk half grin at the boys pain of his knee in his groin. Yeah he played dirty. In fact Ashton had no boundaries on what he did when in this position especially when the other side was willing to do just as much. even bad relationships didnt play this dirty really, but Ashton wasnt into kids play. The satisfaction in the mark on the boys cheek from the slap almost made him want to do it again if he hadnt already had his idea on giving back what hed given him earlier. He wanted him to feel it just as much as he did because this boy played really dirty.

Ashtons body wasnt even sure which area to focus on though most of his injuries had happened to his head and all the moving around was making him a little dizzy though he just gripped onto the others shirt below him to keep some kind of balance. he didnt want the other to know he was even the slightest bit dizzy. no weaknesses. No weaknesses. Especially physical ones. Ashton rolled his eyes and snorted. yeah... right. You just keep thinking that way. You've already put a bit more effort then usual into this im sure. he replied dryly. Ashton honestly didnt believe there were that many people like this in this place. granted the facility would be the best place to find people with these thrills, but even so the intensity of this was more then hed ever found himself.

Ashton knew they were going to look like shit and hopefully they were too stupid to put two and two together at least to think they got them both at the same time. Ashton never spilled about where he got his marks no matter how often they asked. They usually just put him in isolation since clearly something happened and if he wasnt going to talk then that was what would happen. Ashton didnt care, though he fucking hated isolation. It wreaked havoc on his claustrophobia and usually came out a slight wreck.

heh.. if i did more then that you wouldnt like it. he said baring his teeth a bit. he tightened his fingers as he neared the tip and then kind of did a twisty action as he went down. he at least knew how to give good hand jobs. Aleks pulled him down then and Ashton hissed as he felt the pain of his skin breaking. Fuck. he growled. It hurt like a mother fucker. the bastard, but damn it felt good. Fucking vampire.. he growled again. He licked his lips dipping his head he moved his free hand to pull at aleks shirt so he could bite and tear into the skin at his shoulder wanting to taste blood again. He could definitely feel the marks Aleks was making at his hips. it wasnt hard to he was all skin and bone and it burned a bit.

mm.. yeah.. telling me will really stop. Im so scared.. please threaten me more kid. he remarked dryly and then if his earlier images hadnt been enough he had to mention holding him at knife point. Ashton wasnt sure what his kink was with knifes and fire, but knives especially. He bit his lip again, drawing blood on himself and then jerked a bit when he bit into his jugular. The kid was really marking him up with the teeth. careful there.. he said. He didnt want him to get carried away and hit something vital or... something, ashton wasnt sure right now his mind was a bit fogged up with the thought of the knife.

Should have brought it with you... he said. do you room by yourself? he asked, then stopped. If he did.. that was his room. his grounds which meant upper hand. nevermind.. he sucked ina breath his breathing getting shallow as the boy lifted his hips up into his hand and ashton pressed down against him grinding against him as he continued to jack him off. He pulled his hand away then and held it up to Aleks mouth. Lick it.. he ordered. He needed some saliva to make it better again. Images still flaring up in his mind. He could almost feel it and muttered something about next time to remember it.


NOTES: ah.. so a bit shitty but HERE YOU GO</sup>

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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God, Aleks' wouldn't be surprised that is the by they left this rooftop there'd be blood stained into the concrete, washed brown by rain, a permanent reminder; a gruesome signature of what they had done here, but probably never recognised as that. Because honestly, if you saw a blood stain on a rooftop in a fucked-up kid's school, your first thought wouldn't exactly be 'well, someone's certainly been having sex there'. Of course, not that Aleks was complaining about his bloody lip. God, no, how could you say that. He fucking loved it, senses having been dulled from years of self abuse; pain was a drug if you used it in the right way. It could get you as high as any line of coke could if you used it right, especially mixed with sex. The hormones which rushed through your system were just fucking heady as hell, and Aleks fucking loved them. Especially when he mixed it with inflicting pain on others. That was just... God, fucking hell, it was like the heroin of hormones. And this kid, biting into his lip, flicking his tongue over the blood there; it was like live porn that he could take part in. Fucking immense.

An eyebrow raised, and a snort of disbelief fell past Aleks' lips when the boy basically suggested he'd be the one fucking Aleks'. Yeah, right, the only person who has or would ever fuck Aleks was Josh, and even then he was a very fucking dominative bottom. You've got to be kidding me if you think that this kid, this scrawny kid, whose name he didn't even know, would be getting his dick any-fucking-where near Aleks' arse, that you could be sure. `And god, this kid might of just met him, but he had to be cleverer than that. Tell Aleks not to do something? He'd fucking do it, again and again and again. There were very few people who escaped that, and those who did were the only people Aleks really cared about, and they were few and far between. Maybe two or three people in a world of six billion, and no more. But this kid? This kid had just earned himself the only name that Aleks could put to his face, what with the two of them not even exchanging social pleasantries (not that Aleks particularly like them normally, but hey). 'Babe'. Maybe 'sweetie', or 'honey', and possibly even 'dearest' to shake it up, but god, this kid, this babe really had to learnt to do better.

"I dunno sweetie, you been watching my sexual escapades? This could be a typical night for me." He grinned up at the boy, a sparkle in his eye. And okay, maybe that was complete bullshit, and yeah, maybe he was putting quite a fucking bit more effort into this than normal, but the kid didn't need to know that, did he? No, he only needed to know that Aleks was the stronger one of the pair, that he was more dominant, that he was more powerful. True, it was proving a bit harder to prove than with most people, but still, he would do it, even if it fucking killed him. He'd rather be dead than weak any day. Even if it meant walking away from this, which fuck, he'd fucking hate to do. But walking away still stronger, more powerful, was better any fucking day than giving in to this boy, this bastard who thought he could overpower Aleks. Yeah right, he was living in a fucking dreamland.

His head fell back slightly, a sharp breath exhaling as the kid's fingers tightened, twisting around his cock. Those fucking fingers, they were something else, especially coupled with the headiness he had from the pain, and probably the slight concussion he was developing from his head crashing against the concrete earlier. It all combined to make Aleks slightly dizzy, just slightly off balance. I guess, yeah, it didn't make him exactly as quick as he might be usually, but then he did have experience with this type of this. Blood loss, starvation; you got used to functioning without being fully alert, and that's where he was right now. If he wanted to, he could easily drift into a hazy state, only half here, but he fought against that viciously. It wasn't the type of thing you wanted happening at a time like this, and he'd be damned if he let it happen to him. "Wouldn't like it? Babe, we have to test that theory before it's proven." He smirked up at the boy, the term of endearment coming out honey coated in sarcasm. Of course, what he said was only partially true, cause the only problem with this kid giving him head was he wouldn't put it past him to bite his dick off, and you know, his cock was something he'd actually really like to keep, thank you very much. Still, if he didn't, it'd be fucking wonderful. Just imagining those lips around his cock, those eyes looking up... Yeah, god, that was a very pretty image.

The boy's reaction to his threat was... Interesting for certain. And then the way he retracted his question of asking if Aleks roomed alone. Of course, he didn't, but hey, Tristan could either fuck off or join in, either way would be fine (although fuck that, the joining in would be fucking immense). Back to the more important shit, though, to ask a question like that, the boy had to like the idea of knives and blood, and could be convinced to come back to Aleks' room. And there, yeah, he'd have the upper hand for certain. Playing an enemy on your own turf was a sure way to win, and Aleks had been looking for an opportunity to gain dominance since this thing started. Now it was simply to entice the prey in... "Come into my parlour," said the spider to the fly, "I have something..."

"You like that? The idea of those knives, carving into your skins, so delicate and yet so sharp. Bet you bleed really pretty, baby." He had leant up, whispering into the boy's ear, biting his lobe every now and again, and now he rolled them over, so he could whisper the words into the boy's neck, biting as he did. "Breaking skin, leaving a crimson path behind that glass sharp edge. Not the only thing I got though..." God, fuck, it certainly wasn't. He had whole fucking drawers dedicated to self destruction and just general violence. And the ideas that he was now whispering into the boy's skin, followed by sharp bites were turning him on just as much as they were meant to do for the kid beneath him. Of course, he wasn't gonna do anything stupid and mention cuffs, or anything like that, he wasn't a complete idiot, no matter how much he wanted to tie the boy up. Oh, he still would, he just wouldn't tell him, and that was the beauty of it all. "Run matches between your ribs, see the skin blister, raise up, see you squirm from it, purple bruises blooming up over that pale skin... You know, it'd be so much better if we just had everything up here right now. But damn they're all in my room, all safely tucked away, begging to be used." He smirked, dragging his nails down the boy's sides as he did so, before sucking the kid's fingertips into his mouth. Yeah, no, he'd do better than just lick right now, he was trying to get something, and he'd damn well get it. Tongue wrapped round those slim fingers, curling round them, sucking gently, smirk still on his face, eyes locked with those big doe hazel ones, playing with the kid. He spent a bit more time toying with the boy, before he released the kid's fingers, and ran his tongue over the rest of his hand, biting over the pulse point when he got to it. "So, what'd you say?"

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^{TAG – ashton.
WORDS – just under one thousand, three hundred and fifty.
NOTES – um, yeah, here =P
TUNES – fever, adam lambert.
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