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Was being handcuffed in bed considered kinky? To some people... Probably but in Lonnit's case, it was one of the most terrifying moments of his life, especially when the one who cuffed him was no other than mister Du'Met, their murderous host.
As far as Charlie was aware, he was the last person alive on the island... Except for the killer, that is.
Why did he think that way? Well, earlier that evening the director bumped into him as he was entering some random room in search of the exit.
He crashed face-first into his strong frame as he rounded the corner into an open doorway, glasses uncomfortably digging into his face on impact. He almost cussed out the man as he adjusted them before realizing...
Oh shit-
Du'Met stood sternly before him, apron smeared with blood and a knife still dripping with the deep crimson. The sickening scent of copper was in the air as he stared down at the younger man. He seemed so unnaturally calm yet his chest was still rising and falling in laboured breaths...
Charlie froze, his brain was screaming at him to move, to start running. He might have a chance to outrun him, right? Has he ever even seen that man run? His thoughts trailed off-
He hasn't even noticed the older gentleman rush to grab his wrist. Getting yanked roughly, he stirred on his feet losing his balance and almost falling over, catching himself on the broad chest, his eyes widening in surprise.
"o-oh god-" Charlie whimpered attempting to push himself away but being held in place, grip on his limb only tightening.
"p-please th-there's no need t-to kill me! I w-won't go to the police! Please- I beg you j-just let me go!" he pleaded knowing fair well that this won't likely make any difference to the masked man.
He was right, it didn't seem to change anything.
A metallic rattle caught him off guard though and peaked his attention. A pair of police handcuffs.
"w-what are you planning to do?" Lonnit mumbled, his knees already trembling beneath his weight.
The cold metal snapped shut on his wrists, perhaps a little too tightly for comfort, then again was being handcuffed even possible to be comfortable? It didn't really matter, did it?
The hold on his skin loosened but only to be replaced by a violent tug on the cuff chain.
"Agh- p-please be gentle! Don't hurt m-me... I haven't done a-anything to upset you!" his voice breaking as he tries to beg his way out.
The only reply was a low growl from Du'Met... It sounded like a growl?- deep and animalistic, resonating from within his chest into a dangerous purr. The kind of satisfied purr you would hear from a predator that has its prey cornered and is ready to pounce at any given moment.
It send shivers down Charlie's spine...
The killer tightened his grip on the chain and took a few slow steps backwards, still keeping his eyes on the man before him as if to see his reaction.
Lonnit yelped and stumbled forward, trying to maintain as much space between the two of them as it was possible- arms extended on straight elbows but it still didn't provide enough distance that would be acceptable to the director... and that being on the opposite sides of the lake at the least.
His legs felt awfully weak and at this point, he wasn't sure if it was just because of exhaustion or the terror settling deep into his bones...
Both.
It most likely was both.
Du'Met's reaction was a mystery to him, his expression didn't betray anything but he could swear that he straightened and puffed his chest out a little-
Did he look pleased? Dear lord, was he proud of himself for inflicting fear, wasn't he? What twisted mind could enjoy such a thing?
That thought terrified Charlie even more... His blue irises looked pleadingly at the older man, tears slowly pooling in the corners of his eyes.
There is nothing that he could do right now- definitely not escape with his arms restrained like that and a maniac clutching the chain. He could only wait for what came next and hope that his death won't be very painful.
Du'Met gave another abrupt pull, this time the brit didn't manage to hold himself up and his legs give in. With a dull thud, he fell to his knees, wincing as the hardwood floor connected with his flesh. Not a delightful experience, he was sure it will leave some bruises later- that is if he even manages to stay alive until later...
This only seemed to entice the killer- he stepped closer, wrapping the loose links of the constraints around his hand to adjust his grip and with the other, he hovered his knife just above Charlie's jawline making the other tremble.
"p-please-" Lonnit squeaked at least two tones higher than he thought his vocal cords would have allowed him, all of his muscles tensing up on instinct. The blade making contact with his skin was enough to draw a strained noise from his throat and he squeezed his eyes shut. The pungent aroma of blood making him nauseous...
But to the director's surprise, the knife didn't dig into his muscle- instead getting removed as the masked man puts it away.
For a few seconds, nothing happened, so he proceeded to peek just to take a short glance at the current situation... As soon as his eyes opened, a gloved hand was placed on his chin. Gripping quite tightly and making the younger man's breath catch.
"I b-b-beg-beg y-you!" his pathetic mewl feeling so shameful...
Du'Met seemed to hesitate for a second, tilting his face to the side and making his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose a little, deep brown orbs still not relenting their intense stare.
Charlie swallows heavily, his adam's apple bobbing as his neck was still outstretched to expose the vulnerable flesh of his throat, pulse quickening.
"M-m-mister D-Du'Met... please-" he whispered breathlessly, not really sure if that will achieve anything but-
Du'Met lets go of his face and give a commanding tug to the cuffs.
Get up.
That's all Charlie can understand from the gesture, he hesitantly does so- knees already not enjoying the strain of his own weight.
The masked man pulled him towards the doorway and down the corridor. The two of them making their way down the halls into a different part of the hotel, the one open to the guests. Du'Met led him to a set of big double doors and he opened them with a key.
A pleasantly looking spacious bedroom suite greeted the two of them, a large bed with a few pillows being the focal point of the interior.
Charlie slowed down for a second, trying to imagine what his host had planned for him... He could have killed him already but he didn't- did he want to toy with him a bit more before finally doing the deed? Play out some twisted scenario and for what? To show off his dominance, prove that he is in control?-
His train of thought getting disrupted as the older man shoved him inside, letting go of the handcuffs and turning his focus to the door.
Click...
The grind of the lock clicking into place send unpleasant shivers down Lonnit's body. He tensed up and glanced around panicking.
He was now locked in with a murderer in one room- doesn't seems like a situation you would get out of in one piece...
Charlie looks like a stunned deer in headlights, fear paralyzing him to the point that he couldn't move a muscle, his eyes wide and terrified still kept on Du'Met.
He was somewhat leaning over the doorframe before straightening himself, shoulders rolling back languidly, frame seeming even larger than before. He turned around slowly, a predatory look eating away at the horrified brit.
"P-please..." his voice just above a whisper.
The killer set off, eyeing his prey so intently that it seemed like everything else didn't exist to him... Just Charlie... Here and now... He moved so fast to his side- grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pushing him backwards a few steps.
"Ah- l-let go- please" the younger man protested. Only to get yanked violently to meet his captor- their faces mere inches away from each other, brown spheres, half-lidded, taking in every part of the face of his victim. Glancing from his blue optics to the slightly parted lips and then back.
This felt odd, thought Charlie... Like really fucking bizarre- all he could smell at such a small distance was a thick coppery scent, he should be disturbed by standing so close to a person drenched in the blood of somebody they just killed, and he was but- those deep brown eyes felt so warm and innocent... Irises reflecting the glow of the lights, little golden specks making his gaze enchanting to look at...
He swallowed thickly and Du'Met loosened his grip, releasing the crumpled fabric of Lonnit's shirt and allowing one of his hands to travel down to rest on his chest- Charlie's breath catches in his throat as his heart hammers in his ribcage. A gloved and slightly bloodied palm pressing itself to his pounding core... The director can only stare, legs trembling as the masked man presses on, gradually shoving him further into the room and then with a sterner push he makes the younger man fall backwards- straight onto the soft mattress of the bed...
Wait how did they get there- he hasn't even noticed they were moving at all!
Charlie blinked a few times in astonishment when his arse connected with the surprisingly soft bedding. His host observing his every move with hungry eyes as he circled the bed to get to the door just off to the side.
Lonnit tries scrambling off just to be greeted by a rough hold on his forearm and a low dissatisfactory, almost feral growl as the grip tightened.
"AGH- A-alright!" he winced in pain.
Stay.
"I'm not going a-anywhere..."
Don't even dare to move.
"I w-won't try a-anything, I- fuck... I promise!"
You don't want to upset him.
"p-please-"
Just play along for now...
Du'Met narrowed his eyes slightly, leaning toward the brit.
"w-what are you-" Charlie breathed out.
The killer grabbed at his tie and tugged on it, easily slipping it out of the other man's vest, and in one swift motion took off his tie pin.
Fuck- Lonnit even forgot he had it there... he could have gotten those cuffs off and opened the door if he got a chance, a slim possibility but it still was there- well... Until now.
A small smug seemed to appear on Du'Met's lips as he wiggled the metallic accessory before his face with a certain slyness- either that or it was just Charlie's imagination playing tricks on him.
His captor released him and with a sharp gaze reminded him to settle down and not try anything.
Okay- maybe worth a try to gain this maniac's trust and get him to like you, thought Charlie. He might be less violent if you surrendered to him and begged more... It seemed that he enjoyed your pleas-
Du'Met moved swiftly to the doors of what seemed to be a bathroom and entered them, Charlie looked over to the entrance of the suite and then back to the mysterious doorway which the masked man entered just a few seconds ago. He hesitated for a minute but the sound of running water reassured him that the coast was clear... At least for now-
He jumped up to his feet and ran for the door almost falling over his own legs without the support of his arms, trying the handle franticly-
ah, right-
he forgot that the older man locked them behind both of them. No use even trying to find the key, it was back with Du'Met... Unless he tried sneaking in to grab it but it didn't seem to be the best plan...
He might try-
First, it was a better idea to search the room but only half to his surprise, most of the drawers in the nearby dresser were locked and he for sure didn't have anything to open them with. The wardrobe standing in the corner of the interior seemed like a great place to check next.
Nothing of interest just some old-looking clothing... shirts, pants, vests... some pretty vintage shoes- WAIT- Charlie was slowly connecting the dots- was he- in Du'Met's room?
I mean technically every room was his since he was the owner of the hotel but-
Was it the bedroom suite he was staying in? It seemed more like the quarters for a two rather than a single room but he guessed that maybe the man just enjoyed more space for himself? It was his bloody hotel- he could do just as he pleased and if he wanted to stay in whichever room he felt like then he was free to do so.
"Perks of being the owner, aye?" smirked the director half consciously mumbling aloud.
Alright, so- he didn't have many options as of now... Either be compliant or try sneaking into the bathroom to steal the key to both his restraints and the door.
Yeah, he's not gonna give up that easily!
Lonnit proceeded, cautiously approaching the bathroom with hesitant steps.
He tried the handle and to his surprise it was open!
Oh wow- it was? Yeah, it was- Okay, no backing away now, he thought.
He tugged at it and cracked the door ajar, the sound of the shower getting louder as he warily peaks inside. The room was already covered in mist from the heat of the running water, making it quite difficult to see clearly. Charlie squints, gaze searching the interior of the fairly-sized bathroom. It was pleasant-looking with tile-covered walls and floor, luxurious bathroom vanity and an already fogged-up mirror... and the shower itself-
FUCK-
IT WAS SEPARATED JUST BY A CLEAR GLASS PANEL-
He quickly ducked back behind the door. Heart pounding violently as he swallows. He didn't get a good look at where the keys might be- one more peak and he would be done... He took a deep, shaky breath and looked in once more.
Bloodied apron, protective sleeves, gloves tossed aside, pants and shirt folded nicely on the vanity, mask placed down on them, shoes- WAIT- THE MASK? HE TOOK IT OFF?!? Well- it would be normal to take it off for a shower but still...
Ah! Bingo!
The small set of keys laying just off to the side of them.
The director's eyes glanced toward the shape inside the shower and he pauses for a second. Even through the hazy glass, he can make out the strong frame of his captor- he is standing with his back turned to him, water dripping down his body, from the top of his head down the very well sculpted shoulders and back and then further down to his *ahem*... bare skin peppered with scars, muscles flexing as he lifts his arms up to wipe his face. Charlie doesn't even realize he is holding his breath and slightly leaning closer to get a better look... His grip slips and he loses balance pushing against the wood a little too hard in an attempt to catch himself, the hinges making a tiny creaking noise as they endure the strain. To that, the murderer straightens, muscles tensing up and his head snaps in his direction-
Lonnit immediately jolts out of sight-
SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! DID DU'MET SEE HIM?
He doesn't even have the time to ponder the question as the water abruptly cuts off.
"Fuck-" he curses under his breath trying to think of something.
Act dumb!
He instantly scrambles to the bed, pulling off the covers and crawling in, facing the opposite wall, proceeding to cover himself up to his neck.
Pretend you fell asleep? Oi, a brilliant plan you wanker, he definitely will fall for this- he wants to facepalm for coming up with such a useless idea.
He panicked, okay?
His throat tightening as he tried calming down, the beating of his heart drowning out all the surrounding noises.
Bloody hell, calm down, calm down- God damn it! Pull yourself together Lonnit!
He tauted when the hinges creaked again, his eyes snapped shut and he clenched his jaw so hard, he was sure his teeth would break.
Surprisingly soft footsteps followed for someone of Du'Met's posture, only to halt for a minute as he rummaged through the wardrobe.
It was a horrible idea but Charlie decided to peer at his host and...
Holy shit- Oh damn- he definitely was NOT prepared to see what was before his eyes-
The killer, well yeah of course, but- just in a towel, standing not so far off from him... His body was still covered in water droplets as they lazily rolled off the curves of his anatomy.
Charlie's breath caught in his lungs- he was- well- not used to looking at men in that way- he knew that he was never particularly keen on women but... Men always got the most of his attention even when he didn't want to admit to that- and now this?
Granthem Du'Met, a killer and a psychopath... just in a towel, worse yet- looking so bloody handsome?!?
No, no, no- he can't think of him like that! That man killed his entire crew, he can't look at him like that!
He just can not... and yet there he was! Eyes glued to his body in the least appropriate ways... But the shock that came over him as the murderer drooped his towel to the floor, was astounding- his jaw going slack as he tried his best not to gasp.
And oh boy, was it difficult to stay calm in a situation like this-
Charlie could feel his whole face growing warm, he guessed it was all red at this point but he couldn't tear his gaze away from Du'Met's curves...
Granthem proceeded to dress up in silky pyjamas, pulling the bottoms on, leg by leg, dragging them up to his waist. Then languidly drapes his wide shoulders with the shiny fabric, wrinkles disappearing as it stretches over his shape. The older gentleman slowly turned around, shirt still open and revealing the hair-covered, well-built torso with the fuzz extending all the way down the rim of his waistband in a pleasantly presenting trail.
The director swallows hard, catching a glimpse of the white mask before he squeezes his eyes shut, exhaling shakily.
After a few more seconds he hears footsteps approaching, his breath hitching when the covers get lifted and the bed dips from the added weight, the bedframe creaking softly as the older man shifts.
Was he just going to lay there under the covers with him? Charlie wondered not even daring to move an inch. There is no way that he didn't realize he wasn't awake... Right? Or maybe he just didn't care? Well-
His mind went blank as a strong arm wrapped around his waist pulling him closer... His back now pressing flat against the broad frame of the killer-
What... in the bloody hell is happening?!?
He went absolutely limp in his grasp... He can't even remember when was the last time he was in a similar situation... Well, similar in the sense of being hugged from behind- um... it definitely has been quite a bit and he knew it was wrong of him to yearn for the sensation.
His captor adjusts his chest and Lonnit can feel as it rises and falls in a steady rhythm. It feels oddly pleasant...
No- IT DOESN'T!
The scent of cotton with a hint of vanilla entering his nose as he breathes in.
It would be nice to spend his evenings like that... Muscular arms holding him tight as he cuddles up into the touch- well maybe with the exception of it being an unpredictable killer's arms...
NO TIME TO THINK ABOUT HIS LOVE LIFE! He needed to focus on escaping... Like that will be easy-
Du'Met's grip didn't seem to ease down, even worse, he seemed to scooch even closer. His masked face now resting just behind Charlie's head, slow warm breaths grazing his nape causing the brit to shiver all over.
It seemed they will stay like that for a while... And they did for what seemed to be an eternity, at least for the younger man. There was no point in attempting to escape when the killer was still clutching him to his chest. He did seem to relax though but it was too soon to tell if he was already asleep.
As if on cue, Granthem's hips nudged Lonnit's behind.
Um- was that on accident? It came off that way...
But Du'Met seemed to inhale the brit's scent and grind himself a little harder this time.
"S-sir?..." Charlie's breath shutters...
But the killer didn't pay attention to him, instead nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. The cool mask brushing against his pulse making Lonnit's body tense up.
"G-Granthem?..." his voice just above a whisper as he brings his cuffed hands up to his chest.
A soft, low noise escaping the murderer's throat as he pushed his lips to Charlie's skin, the brit immediately trembling at the warmth of his mouth. The older man began pressing delicate kisses to his flesh, his hips thrusting against his ass once more.
"f-f-fuck" the director covered his face in shame, chain rattling slightly.
What is he supposed to do-
Granthem groans into his nape.
"M-mister Du-Met, what are you..." he began, his palms trembling against his lips-
"Ah-" Charlie whined as the murderer suddenly bites into his neck, holding it for a second and releasing, only to leap his tongue greedily over the reddened area.
"Granthem- bloody hell-" his voice breaking as he weakly pleads.
A guttural grunt alongside another erratic thrust met his response.
"Please-" his cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Strong hand snaked its way up Lonnit's body, resting on his throat and squeezing it lightly.
"p-please- d-don't-" he begs...
Du'Met doesn't relent- his other hand roughly grabbing the brit's ass.
"f-fuck!" Charlie yelps in surprise as the other man kneads his buttock with almost a beastial desire.
"I- damn-" he pants, already feeling a knot in his loins tightening.
Granthem places a few more sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to his skin as his palm reaches over to the front of his pants, stroking his already hardening cock through the fabric of his trousers.
"a-ah- fuck-" he whimpers leaning into his touch.
Feeling absolutely shameful of his actions the director bites down on his hand, trying his best to muffle a moan that can't help but slip past his parted lips.
How humiliating- he thinks... He should not give in! Not to the touches of a murderer... But bloody hell- it feels too good not to give in!
Du'Met retreats his hand up to the man's waistband, pulling his trousers down to his knees in one clean yank... Perhaps a little too hastily. Now only two thin layers separating their bodies- Charlie's underwear and his own pyjama pants.
"G-Granthem- ah... Fuck-" his accent grew heavier as his mind went hazy with lust.
"p-please! Touch me-" he whispered.
The killer pauses... As if not expecting that to be the reply-
"bloody h-hell! Please-" the brit moans into his palm.
Du'Met let out a deep, low rumble and moved away, drawing a positively pathetic mewl out of his companion.
"h-hey!" Lonnit stirred only to be tugged by his collar.
"Oi!" he got pulled up to sit on his ass.
"w-what now- I thought you wanted this..." he begins, voice quivering as the other man stared him down. His mask slight off placed- eyes deepened with lust, so dark and dangerous...
"fuck- w-why are you starting like that-" his own gaze dropping to the point of focus of the other...
oh... OH! Hell- his underwear was already strained in a tent, subtly stained with precum-
"ah- um... fu-fuck..." his breath shutters as he exhales...
"s-so what now?" he asks hesitantly, his blue irises meeting the brown ones.
Granthem, in fact, for the first time in the evening seemed a little out of his spirit- not really sure how to proceed. He glanced off to the side as if embarrassed?
"huh? What is it? A-are you not sure what to do next?" Charlie prodded curiously, a little grin appearing on his lips.
Oh, this was getting interesting! The director was still in the lost position with his hands cuffed but it turns out that... He might have the upper hand in the experiences!
He could use this to his advantage...
"Not used to getting that far? Are you?" the younger man chuckled, immediately regretting his decision as Du'Met lunged to grab his throat, clearly offended.
"Ah- okay okay- noted- will not!" he gasped for breath as the grip tightened a little.
"I c-could take the lead until y-you feel more comfortable?" he swallowed thickly, the killer's hand feeling his adam's apple move as he does.
"h-how does... How does t-that sound?" getting a little lightheaded from the tightness around his throat.
A strained sound escaped the murderer's lips as he released the brit, his hands resting back at his sides.
Good God... He seemed so tense and lost... Has he even done something like that before? It seemed unlikely considering how he acted but then again- he must have right? Maybe not with a man...
"It's okay- see?" Charlie reached out to him gently, the man before him going rigid.
That reminds him of his college days again, his first time to be more exact- how he himself didn't know what to do...
Lonnit's palms slowly resting on Du'Met's bare chest, his heartbeat faster than he expected.
"Relax- look..." chain rattling lightly as he reached for the bigger hand, a slight flinch, but he guided it to his own heart.
For a second there it- felt so sincere- so intimate... To sit in front of this nervous mess of a man as they feel each other's pulse but- Bloody hell- LONNIT GET A GRIP ON YOURSELF! HE IS A MURDERER! Does it matter now though? He will probably kill him either way...
So why not let himself feel things for the first time since so long?
"It's okay just take a deep breath a-alright? C-can you do t-that for me Granthem?" his name rolling off his tongue sweet like honey.
Du'Met nodded subtly and his chest rose, fresh air entering his lungs.
"J-just like that... G-good job." he whispered cautiously shifting closer.
Killer's eyes immediately shoot up to stare wide-eyed straight at him once more. He- he looks terrified? As if dreading that Charlie might hurt him just by moving closer. His jaw clenched so tightly- but... It's trembling!
Oh... What a poor soul... Who did that to him?
"shh... I won't hurt you." he leaned closer, whispering gently against the older man's lips.
"Nothing to worry abo-" he got cut off by Du'Met taking the initiative and pressing their mouths together.
Charlie froze for a second but then relaxed into the sensation. The two of them now hesitantly sharing a kiss. The brit pulled away with a soft sigh.
"See? Not that bad, was it?..." his face brightening as he fixes his glasses.
Granthem pursed his lips glancing away from Lonnit seemingly lost in thoughts.
"S-something's wrong?" he paused, his brows furrowing a little.
No, no, nothing was- how could he tell?
Well~ it would be the fact that Du'Met lunged forward only seconds later, tilting Charlie's head and hungrily meeting their mouths once more, passionately and wild. His desire making the brit a little too giddy as he moans tenderly against him. Their kiss deepens, tongues mingling in a series of wet noises. Lonnit pulled away panting, saliva still connecting their lips.
"f-fuck- Granthem" he mewled needily, hips jolting upwards in the most helpless way imaginable.
"P-please- touch me..." he whispered in his heavy drawl, eyes half-lidded as he leans forward to rest his forehead on the chest of the killer, glasses sliding off his face.
"I- I can't take care of myself in these handcuffs- d-don't make me beg..."
Something of a strained groan sounded from the older man. His arms unsteadily reaching over to the sides of the smaller man and stroked them curiously, immediately causing the brit to shutter.
"a-ah..." his breath hitched in his throat, lips parted as those rough hands dug into his waist a bit too forcefully.
"g-gentle- please-" Charlie whimpered.
Du'Met inhaled sharply trough his nose, palms grasping the director's ass with such vigour that younger man gasped in surprise.
"S-Sir-!" he squeaked, eyes shooting a pleading look in his direction.
His captor almost seemed to smirk at him.
"A-aren't we a little too old f-for that?" Lonnit chuckled nervously feeling his face growing a little warmer from embarrassement.
Granthem groaned and leaned into him a bit further, his masked face once more nuzzling into Charlie's neck. Inhaling his scent with a craving he never felt before. His mind tunning everything down as his only concern seemed to be the lean body before him. Du'Met's muscles tensed and he pressed all his weight onto Lonnit, making both of them topple over with the director now laying flat on his back.
"ough-" the younger man's breath got knocked out of his lungs for a second as he blinked rapidly.
His host not wasting any time smashing their bodies together, most of his weight crushing the poor man below him. Lips greedily kissing the exposed skin of the throat, sucking at the sensitive flesh and biting it roughly from time to time.
"F-fuck-!" Charlie whined quietly, his head spinning from adrenaline as the older man was roughing up his neck.
"you- you're crushing me G-Granthem." the brit whispered shutting his eyes and tilling his head to the side, allowing better access for the stronger man, pressing his palms against his chest and attempting to push him away a little.
He doesn't budge.
"Granthem-" the director moaned weakly as Du'Met's teeth sink into him so viciously that he can swear the marks might stay imprinted into him for eternity. Only after a moment he lets go, licking the abused muscle. His frame shifting to loom over Charlie.
"t-that h-h-hurt-" Lonnit whimpered, his icy gaze starting up at the man above him.
His mask skewed as he panted slightly... yearning for contact, for something more...
Lonnit was not really in the position to fuss though, his hands tightly clutched to his chest and glasses sliding off his face as he swallows. The brit stared at his captor in anticipation, what will he do? He has been frozen for the past couple of seconds-
Suddenly, Du'Met rose up and in one motion brought Charlie's pants further down to his ankles and pulling them off completely.
Lonnit gasped biting his lip on instinct.
A low rumble reverberated deep from the killer as he began ravenously unbuttoning the blue vest of the restrained brit almost ripping a few of the buttons off.
"aH- Jesus- s-slow down!" he panted as his shirt got almost ripped off of him.
Now bare-chested and bound he thought how pathetic he must look- oh God it's so embarrassing...
Granthem paused again taking in the sight and began slowly dragging his hands down Charlie's soft skin-
Fuck- his palms were so warm against him... It brought chills to his spine.
"mhh-" he sucked a breath through his nose shivering at the sensation.
How long has it been since someone touched him like that? Definitely quite a while... A little too long, if he is honest- he forgot how sensitive he is...
He whimpered softly when his captor hooked his fingers under his waistband and their eyes met... Oh good god, his eyes- darkened by the lust pupils dilated to the point that only a slither of his irises were visible.
This is a bad, thought Charlie, SO FUCKING AWFUL! ALL HELPLESS AT THE MERCY OF A PSYCHOPATH, GODDAMN IT!
"ehe- um- w-we don't, um don't need to d-d-do it if you don't want-" he trembled under the stern gaze, hoping that the killer might relent but oh was he soooo wrong~
Du'Met seemed to let out a shuddery exhale but shook it off, proceeding to smack their lips in a quick peck and trailing a few more kisses down the brit's flesh. Jawline, neck and then further down to his collarbones, pecks and stomach- he hesitated when he reached Charlie's underwear, staring at the outline of the man's cock before shooting him an uncertain glance.
"um- hehe... So, well- as I s-said you don't need to-"the director begun.
His captor presses his palm to his member and begun kneading softly.
"Ngh- fuck!" Lonnit bucked into the touch with a whimper.
Du'Met pressed his mouth to the strained fabric and Charlie almost choke on air.
"h-hngh- G-Granthem..." he produced a strained groan rolling his hips.
The killer smiles against his member glancing straight into his eyes. 'how pathetic... he is so cute'. He grunts and sticks his tongue out, letting himself drag it above the waistband.
"fu- ck- mmh-" Charlie mewls.
In an agonizingly slow pace, his captor shimmies off his underwear, making sure to tease the poor brit by rubbing the fabric over his cock in the most pleasant ways.
"G-Granthem... " Lonnit pants, his hands still clutched tightly to his chest as the killer slowly slides the fabric of his underwear down his legs.
His fingers brushing the length of his calves and up his thighs, which doesn't help the needy sounds of the director. His dick already throbbing in anticipation.
"mh- y-your hands a-are so warm-" Charlie can't think of anything else but to babble out the obvious. He does that often... Just rambles and never shuts up-
Du'Met doesn't seem to mind though, slowing down to gently kiss the inner side of the man's thigh. Charlie trembles as goosebumps appear on his arms.
"s-so now you want to b-be gentle?" he teases as the dark eyes shoot to stare at him.
Oh FUCK- that was a mistake! A BIG BLOODY MISTAKE.
The killer scoffs pulling his hand away and closing it to his masked face.
"wha- what are y-you-" Lonnit doesn't have a chance to ask properly as the older man dips two of his fingers into his own mouth, wetting them and hastily he presses them to the brit's entrance.
Charlie gasps in bewilderment.
OH FUCK HE REALLY WAS ABOUT TO BE FUCKED BY A MURDERER!
"WAIT- f-fuck- w-wait! Y-you, d-d-don't need to do thIS-" he almost chokes as a finger is shoved inside him.
It hurts a bit but the killer doesn't have any plans to stop now. His digit burying deep then getting drawn out to reach the first knuckle only to be slammed back in.
The younger man winces in pain, his heartbeat fastening as he struggles to breathe in.
"ah- g-go easy... P-please-" whimpers weakly but the rough thrusts of the finger don't stop, worse yet another one gets pushed in.
BLOODY HELL DOES THIS FEEL SO WEIRD-
"FUCK-" Charlie moans in surprise bucking forward as the fingertips of the man above him brush up against his prostate.
Du'Met halts actually seeming surprised to gain that kind of a reaction. He let's out a low chuckle that terrifies the other to the bone.
Oh no, what was he planning to do? It must be something bad right? God- was he going to first humiliate and then kill him? OF COURSE, HE WILL, HE IS A PSYCHOPATH!
But to his surprise, Granthem's fingers ease down the pace and twist up inside him.
"MISTER DU'MET!-" he can't help but moan out as his dick twitches.
Those hands were in someone's guts already that day but- but not like that...
The older man smirks softly and repeats the motion once more, earning another gasp from his prey. It's like music to him, pathetic but enticing at once. He can't restrain himself any longer though... he must do something more- he pulls his fingers out, a weak sigh meeting his ears.
"ah- sir-" Charlie whispers, eyes shutting as his chest rises and falls rapidly.
A sound of rustling fabric made his gaze shoot up at the killer. He was already untucking his own hard member AND HE WAS QUITE GIFTED IN THAT AREA. In his own overwhelmed state the director hasn't even noticed how the fabric of the pyjama pants was strained and outlining the generous shape of the murderer.
"W-wait-"Lonnit's chain rattles as he tries shifting up to prevent the masked man from doing anything further. A firm grasp on his ankle makes him startle.
"f-fuck-" he curses as his leg gets yanked roughly to make him fall back down. Strong hands firmly bringing the poor man straight up to his cock already keen to align himself.
"w-wait- FUCK Granthem- p-please!" he begs at the realization of how big the man on top of him really is.
"P-Please! Fuck- wait-" the killer hesitates only to look Charlie straight in the eyes with half hooded eyelids.
Keeping eye contact he spits on his palm, proceeding to lube himself up with his own saliva and slams all the way down to his balls, tearing out a pained cry from the brit. Tears once more pooling in the corners of his eyes. He starts hyperventilating at the sharp ache now blooming from his bottom. He tries to adjust to the sudden stretch but- oh damn he hasn't done that in a long while and THAT is certainly too much at once for him! His walls clenching down on the entire length, he might as well pass out from the strain.
Du'Met on the other hand seems to enjoy the tightness, exhaling a shuttered breath he seemingly was holding in for god knows how long.
The warm, wet clutch around him making his member twitch up in anticipation of friction.
Charlie squeezes his eyes shut, trying to relax his locked jaw because at this point his teeth start hurting from how hard he holds it tight.
A grasp on one of his thighs relaxes down and the palm travels to his handcuffs, twisting the links around his hand and pinning the brit's arms to his chest.
Lonnit whimpers as Granthem begins to lazily pull out just to slam back with a satisfactory smack.
Simultaneously both of them grunt, one in pleasure and the other more in despair than anything else...
A few sobs begin to sound through the air as Charlie tries to choke back the tears. His body tensed up to the point that all his muscles feel like they are on fire.
Granthem is similarly tense but more in uncertainty, he seems puzzled and considers something for a moment and then leans over the younger man. His mouth catching the others in a softer-than-expected embrace as his hand soothingly strokes the flesh of the thigh.
Oddly enough, that seems to somewhat calm the director down, and as the killer breaks their kiss, he lets out a soft whimper.
"it- h-h-hurts..." his voice just above a whisper as a tear begins to roll down his cheek.
He flinches when a hand from his thigh suddenly reaches up-
Is he going to hurt him? Start choking him? What other horrible thing could he do...
Turns out that- he does nothing more but wipe the salty drop off of his face. Rubbing a soft circle over his stubble before cupping his jaw and closing in their lips once more. Their tounges twisting and twirling against each other as the older man deepens their kiss and carefully begins to start moving inside him. He can feel Charlie wince at the sudden sting but then he seems to relax into the slow and deliberate thrusts a few moments later.
The girth stretches him out so much it makes his legs tremble but he starts adjusting... but when Du'Met grazes that sweet spot how can he not moan out in pleasure?
Pace gradually picking up as the ache fades into bliss.
"ah- Mhhhn!" Lonnit bites down on his lip and involuntarily rolls his hips against the bigger man.
Delightfully wet slaps mix with all sorts of vigorous noises from both men. Charlie with his whimpery, broken moans and Du'Met with uneven, shuttery breaths and grunts.
"i- oH bLoOdY heLl- nghh- you are s-so big..." weak whisper meets Granthem's ears and he pants out with lust.
His thrusts falling out of rhythm and becoming more erratic and forceful. Always hitting just at the right angle to draw out the most pathetic whimpers the killer ever heard.
"I'm gonna c-cum- fuck!" the director mewls and with few more rough thrusts he arches his back in ecstasy.
"Ah- Granthem- nghm!"
Warm strings of seed spilling onto his stomach, muscles tightening all around Du'Met's dick and it makes him growl out something under his breath. He can't restrain himself any longer and quickly pounds a few final times before burrowing balls-deep inside the brit's ass and cumming with a howl of a moan. Granthem's member still pulsing in Charlie as the older man collapses onto his elbows.
"uff- a-alright there b-big guy?" Lonnit breaths as he feels the strong frame graze across his tied hands, the chest of the killer rapidly rising and falling in deep puffs of breath.
He doesn't seem to move though, only panting heavily into the director.
"um... A-are you alright th-there?" he tilts his head slightly, his eyes catching a messy hair on the other's head... and- oh my god- is that a bald spot?! He never noticed that before! Although to be true, he never got close up to inspect the murdered nor has he ever seen him without a hat.
It... actually looked quite cute Charlie must admit.
Oh, what a horrible urge to smooth over those messy strands he felt- he was in no place to do so though. With his hands trapped by the metal cuffs on his wrists and them being sandwiched between himself and Du'Met.
"Granthem?" wait is he okay? He is not getting up...
Finally, the killer lets out something of a pur as he nuzzles into the warmth of his prey.
"y-you scared me there for a second, not gonna lie!" Charlie chuckles.
Damn... It indeed was implausible to believe that those words could be said in this context-
And yet, they were...
As if stuck by lightning, Du'Met jolted up with a terrified glare. 'that is not what he should have said, that is wrong! Nobody cared about his well-being- He is not supposed to worry about him'.
He pulled out of the brit causing him to gasp at the sudden emptiness. White thick liquid slowly dripping from his stretched hole onto the bedsheets.
"Mh-mhm, there he is. Welcome back to reality." the director mumbles half to himself.
The murderer now lifting himself back up to his knees and fixing his hair.
"What a mess..." Lonnit remarks looking down at his own abdomen which still mind you was covered in pearly semen. Glistening in the dim light of the room.
Du'Met met his gaze and leaned over his stomach, this time looking somehow more lustful than before.
"Huh-?" the younger man almost jumped up as the psychopath kissed his sensitive flesh. Soft moans escaping his parted lips as Granthem licks off the spilt seed from him.
"o-Oh- wow!" the brit whines out when the older man looks him straight into his eyes. Licking his lips and swallowing for the other to see.
That- THAT WAS ONE OF THE SEXIEST THINGS THE DIRECTOR EVER SEEN!
But for the time being that was all the gentlemanly behaviour Charlie will endure from him.
Du'Met savours the taste as he rises from the bed.
"w-where are y-you going?" Lonnit shifts uncomfortably staring down at the man.
He doesn't reply but that's normal, something that worries him though is the fact that the man seems to gaze at him like a starving beast.
Oh no, that's where he gets killed... THAT IS DEFINITELY WHERE HE GETS KILLED-
A firm grasp on his leg only seeming to fuel the thought. The stronger man pulls him off the mattress and lets him fall to the ground.
"ah-" the brit whines out as he connects with the floor.
Granthem grabs at his handcuffs and violently pulls him up.
"woah- e-easy there-" he whimpers, noticing the sudden switch in the man's behaviour.
He seems mad- why does he seem mad?!?
He tugs him all the way to the other side of the room, almost smashing the poor man into the door of the bathroom. Brit's legs still not working properly from the climax earlier almost giving out under him. The seed of the older man now dripping down his thighs.
He grunts against his neck and opens the door at once, letting the director fall back onto the bathroom tiles. He lets go of him and makes his way to the keys on the vanity, grabbing them and unlocking the handcuffs.
"o- t-thank you..." Charlie rubs his reddened wrists looking up at the killer with a soft expression.
The moment doesn't last long, unfortunately as Du'Met lunges at him and greedily begins to peel off the layers of the clothing of the brit.
"ah- e-easy!" he pants out as his glasses almost fall off his face in the heat of the moment.
Granthem takes them off and places them to the side with care then proceeds to toss the remained of wardrobe articles away. He strips himself as well, his strong frame finally coming into full view of the man before him.
Charlie swallows when the other grabs him by the wrist once more restraining his movement. This time a little rougher, twisting his arm behind his back, turning on the water and pushing him up against the shower wall.
"p-please- what did I do t-this time?!" the younger man mumbles out as his chest connects with the wet tile. Most of the air in his lungs escapes when the killer presses himself against his spine, forcing his face to touch the cold shower wall.
Water dripind down both their bodies.
"oi, relax" fusses the director when his captor drags his hand over his side. Fingers tracing his muscles and digging into them a little too forcefully.
"hey- ah-" he knew that Granthem was stronger than him but he did not expect to be manhandled that easily.
Du'Met leans closer, pressing his lips to Charlie's shoulder and biting it.
"s-shit!" the brit curses as teeth dig into his flesh.
A hand sneaks its way to his ass, grabbing it hungrily and sliding two fingers against his entrance one more.
"OH- wait! You r-really want to go a-again?!" Lonnit yelps.
It seemed so because right after that Granthem thrusts his fingers inside him, curling them up to draw out the most pathetic mewls out of his companion.
"b-bloody hell Mister Du'Met!" Charlie arches his back as his legs tremble beneath him.
The killer seemed to enjoy those little moans but to the director's dissatisfaction, he pulled his digits out earning himself a whine.
"you are s-such a tease, you know tha-AH, ah fuuuck-!" he moans out the last part as the murderer in one motion thrusts his already throbbing full length into the younger man.
"D-damn it- you could he-have w-warned m-me- ah~" his muscles already tightening around his cock as he moves.
Granthem grunts against him, fastening the pace.
Sounds of running water, moans and wet slaps of skin feeling the room.
It feels so good... so bloody good, it makes Charlie's legs buckle beneath him. Rough slams against his prostate make him drown in bliss, already close to another climax.
"ngh- I'm gonna c-cum again! A- FUCK!" Lonnit pants out against the wet tiles, one of his hands pressing hard against the wall and the other getting twisted tighter behind him.
Du'Met grabs the director's hip to hold him in place, digging his fingers into the soft flesh.
"mh! Ah- Granthem!" he chokes out in pleasure as his captor unrelentingly thrusts into him.
He quite honestly feels like he's gonna pass out, mostly from the adrenaline that rushes through his body and spins in his head but also due to the warm water making him dizzy. If it wasn't for the grip on his hip, he most likely would already lay face-first on the floor.
"fuck fuck fuck- nghhh- Granthem!" he pants between laboured breaths as he climaxes. His seed spilling onto the tiles and getting washed off practically immediately. Legs going limp as he almost collapses- but the grip on him still holds him upright.
His companion still mercilessly thrusting against his sweet spot, making the brit whimper in overstimulation.
"p-please- ah fuck- aH-! Fuck- nghhh- I can't t-take any m-oh- more-" his voice trembling as he gasp for air.
Du'Met groans and with a final thrust presses himself against the director. The pleasure of a second release almost making him lose his balance.
Both of them now trying to catch their breaths as the warmth of the shower water washes over them. They need a breather and so the two of them stay like that for a couple of minutes, wet bodies pressed flush against one another.
Granthem's cock still twitching inside Charlie-
"T-that... Ngh- that was ruthless- fuck..." Lonnit mumbles under his breath mostly to himself. His companion humming against his shoulder as if in confirmation.
"i-i don't think I will be a-ah damn- able to sit down..." he mutters feeling his face burning with embarrassment.
After a while Du'Met moves away, letting his cock slip out of the brit. Soft whine escapes out of his lips as his legs quiver.
"b-bloody hell..." he struggles to keep himself upright.
Grantham moves away to reach for a shower gel and begins to lather his own body. He manages to finish up quite fast but that does not seem to be the case for his captive, who seems to still struggle to stand on his own. His forehead pressed against the wall as his spread legs still tremble under his weight.
Du'Met pauses looking over to the man at his side- 'I hope this won't be a mistake...' he sighs and pours some more gel on his palms, rubbing them together to let them sud up.
Slowly he moves closer to Charlie and extends his hands... Gently beginning to rub his shoulder-
"Ah-!? W-what are y- mmhmm-" his poor aching muscles tensing as the other's fingers dig into them, massaging with care.
"f-fuuhh- fuck that's nice..." the brit mutters. He has been so tired, it hasn't even dawned on him how much he needed to have a warm shower to decompress.
Granthem's palms made their way down his back, kneading the flesh as soap drips down his unsteady frame. He lowers himself, briefly palming over Lonnit's ass as he makes a strained gasp. He can't take another round for god's sake- one finger languidly rolling over his entrance as he shivers.
"p-please... N-no more, I beg you..." to his relief he moves on, going further rubbing down the length of his thighs and calves. It feels so pleasant that Charlie almost begins to melt into his touch...
When the killer finished there he straightens up, softly peeling the director away from the tiles. He turns him around and lets his soaped hands roam over his arms and down his torso.
He glances up to be meet with those gorgeous blue eyes fixed on him. He can't help but smirk as he slides his hands over his abdomen and down to his hips. His mask is skewed but right now he doesn't seem to mind, touch lingering over the soft skin. Granthem slowly reaches up to Lonnit's neck, dragging his finger up his body in an agonizingly slow pace.
Fuck- he might choke him... He had his fun and now it's time for it to end! Definitely! A sense of panic sets over the director as he gulps.
But to his surprise, Du'Met only strokes over some bite marks and gently points his chin for a quick peck on the lips. Then smoothes over his hair and moves away to let the warmth of the water wash off all the soap.
He watched over with a soft gaze and when he seems pleased enough he turns off the shower.
He steps out and reaches for a fuzzy towel, drying himself as the brit stands there dripping wet. He doesn't seem to rush which only worries the younger man further.
He stares, face lightly flushed as his captor dresses back up.
"um... So- uh- w-what now?" he rubs his neck in shame.
"you- will you kill me? Y-you had your fun..." he gets interrupted by a deep chuckle-
'kill him? That's hilarious-' the killer fixes his mask and gestures for him to stay where he is and leaves for a few minutes.
Charlie has a second for himself to collect his thoughts as he looks down to his knees...
BRUISED! HE TOLD SO! AH BLOODY HELL-
His train of thought disrupted as Granthem shows back up after a while with some folded clothes and a fresh towel.
He places them down and gestures for the brit to come over as he holds the towel in his hand.
Lonnit complies, stepping out as droplets roll off of him. He reaches out for the fabric but it gets tugged away from him and Du'Met shoots him a disappointed glance.
"okay then- what am I supposed t-to do? Just stand here?" he scoffs but that's exactly what the older man expects of him as he moves closer.
He tenses up when the stronger man unfolds the fuzzy towel and begins to dry his hair. Charlie grumbles but stays still as the other dries him off further, wrapping the fabric over his body. Not hastily at all, deliberately making sure to catch every last drop of moisture off of his flesh, arms, chest, waist and legs...
After he is done, he places it off to the side and reaches for the folded clothes. Lonnit reaches over once more-
"oh come on! I am capable e-enough to dress myself up!" dangerous sound making him freeze in place...
"okay okay- geez-" he rolls his eyes at the older man as he lifts his leg to pull the pyjama pants on him. He steps in them and the fabric brushing over his skin makes him exhale softly. Then the shirt, arm by arm, gets pulled on him and then tentatively buttoned up.
Granthem steps away to admire his work- admittedly a tad oversized fit but it will do for now.
He sighs and the director tilts his head at him.
"a-are those yours?" he asks curiously, the sweet scent of cotton and vanilla entering his nose.
His captor nods looking away.
Is he ashamed?
"You are quite big aren't you? They are very nice, thank you..." he smiles sincerely-
Du'Met hesitates but then closed their distance and pulls the smaller man into a hug.
"oh-" the brit jumps up a little at the sudden embrace but relaxes into the tight clutch, returning it, although softer.
To his surprise his gets scooped off his feet to land onto the strong arms.
"Ah- h-hey! Granthem!" he protests but the other just smiles at him shyly as he carries him out of the bathroom.
The murderer managed to change the sheets when he was gone from the room it seemed. Now, with one hand he pulled the covers to the side and softly placed Charlie on the bed and scooched next to him. He pulled the covers back over both of them and reached for the younger man just as before- this time Lonnit moved closer on his own, pressing himself into the warmth of the frame behind him.
"Hey- um... fuck- alright..." the director beings-
"I have no idea i-if you want to k-kill me but I must admit... Th-that was the best sex I ever had-" he mutters under his breath, embarrassed beyond belief at what he is saying as the strong hands wrap around his waist.
A mutter into his shoulder sounds oddly sweet, even though he can't make out the words... If there were any, to begin with-
"I know it's probably weird to hear but- you are great at it- I'm sorry, I-i must be making you uncomfortable..." but he didn't seem to do so.
"You are a killer after all-" he bites his own tongue as theses words slip past his lips- FUCK WHY DID HE SAY THAT?!? CAN'T HE EVER JUST SHUT UP?!
Grasp on him tightens but he tries to keep his cool-
"A-alright, a-all I'm trying t-to say is th-that-" he can feel his throat tightening...
"I'm so... so sorry for you must have gone through..." the hold loosens up but the body behind him tenses awkwardly.
"I've seen all those scars... You were an FBI agent before all t-this right?" he pauses for an answer but none comes-
"Hector Munday? N-not all of them look like police scars..." he hesitates, his hand reaching to the ones around his middle- he strokes them gently...
The frame behind him shifts uncomfortably almost trembling...
"It's okay Hector, can I call you that? It's such a pretty name... It fits you-" a thigh grip at his chest almost squeezes all of his air out of him but he doesn't want to stop, not now-
"I-It must have been awful for you growing up... But- you can still change! It's not too late..." Charlie feels he might be testing the killer's patience but to his surprise-
He hears a strained sound from behind... and it sounds like a sob-
"H-hey, no- It's okay... shhh, it is okay! Just breathe..." few more sobs follow but he feels the chest pressed to his back fill with air...
"That's right! Now breathe out." and so Du'Met- or rather Munday, does.
"No need for the mask now is there agent? You don't need to hide yourself anymore, it's alright..." the director twists himself over to face the man.
He tenses up but doesn't flinch away, only closing his eyes when Lonnit reaches over and with the most care he possesses takes the mask off-
A handsome face greeting him for the first time since they met...
"Speak of the devil..." he chuckles, dragging his fingers over the older man's features. His eyes still shut tightly, his brows furrowing and a few wrinkles appear on his face...
Charlie moves closer, pressing their lips in a soft kiss- after he moved away, Hektor opens his eyes slightly baffled at the turn of events.
He doesn't dare speak a word but his gentle gaze betrayes all of his emotions at once...
Fright and confusion but also the longing for closeness-
Lonnit smiles at him as he tosses the mask off to god knows where...
"I'm here Hector... You are safe, no need to run away from your past- it's finally time to move on and create your future." he whispers looking directly into the other's eyes.
At those words, a few tears start rolling down Munday's face, his terrified expression softening as Charlie wipes the salty drops off of his cheeks and kisses him once more.
As they part lips, Lonnit allows the other man to curl up into his chest and so he presses himself tightly against him as if afraid the other man would disappear-
Finally, in what seems like ages, he falls asleep in the arms of someone who might not actually see him as the devil he makes himself out to be...
As for Charlie? He gently strokes his back, realizing he might not die today or in any near future...
He smiles to himself and falls asleep soon after, in the arms of a person who might just leave his past behind and embrace tomorrow as a new man...