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Bell was supposed to be dead. No loose ends in this line of work. He even drew his gun at them, but some inner voice inside his head screamed at him ‘no!’ The way Bell's eyes widened when he'd done that. After everything they went through. Everything they sacrificed, why wouldn't it ever be enough?
Adler sighed as he withdrew his pistol, noticing the way his hand trembled slightly. “You're dead now, you gotta disappear, kid.” He couldn't bear to look at them. What the fuck was wrong with him? After everything, why did he feel bad for them? When did he start to fall for them? This was wrong. He knew it. That was when it all started really.
Now, Adler sits in his study, eyes glued to the screen in front of him that displays monitors. He knew he could never let Bell go. He had helped them get the apartment after all. Installed hidden cameras throughout the entire place to always keep an eye on them. He was obsessed, could barely focus on his job and the others were catching on. He leans back in his chair, getting comfortable as he inhales his cigarette. Exhaling off to the side as he flicks the ashes into the tray. A half filled glass of whiskey next to him. He knew Bell's daily routines, even every secret when they thought they were safe and alone in their own home.
He was watching Bell shower, feeling his sweatpants tightening at the sight of their bare skin. Didn't matter how many times he saw them naked, he got hard every time. His lips curl into a subtle smirk, dragging the mouse over to enlarge the camera to only focus on this view. Cigarette extinguished for now as he slowly sips the whiskey, enjoying the burn down his throat. His other hand moving to palm his crotch, a shuddering breath escaping him as he shoved it down his pants to wrap around his throbbing cock. “Fuck Bell, look what you to do me.” He speaks in a low tone to himself. Despite the fact that he lived alone and Bell couldn't hear him. Gritting his teeth as he wiggles his pants down, his cock springing out. He moves his palm away as he glances back up at the screen. “What are you doing, Bell?” He purrs out as he watches Bell's hand push between their legs. God they looked breathtaking like that. Head thrown back, touching themselves like that. Jealousy crept into his thoughts like a disease. He should be the one touching them like that.
He spits in his palm, squeezing his cock as he pumps his fist up and down. Slowly at first, he wanted to savor this. Then the unthinkable happened. He lost connection to the cameras and he cursed, throwing his empty glass against the wall as it shattered.
By the time his cameras come back online; it's late and Bell is asleep. He frowned, his balls ached from never being able to finish. He grabbed his car keys, he would have to take matters into his own hands. Nothing could fix this dull ache in his loins, except seeing Bell in person. Since he helped Bell get this place, he had his own key that they knew nothing about. How naive they were to trust a man such as himself.
He exhaled the breath he seemed to be holding in as he stood in Bell's bedroom, watching their sleeping form. It hadn't been the first time he snuck into their home, but never with intentions like he was having. His palm reached out tentatively, gently stroking their cheek with his calloused hand. He didn't want them to wake up, didn't want to scare them. They looked so cute curled up under the blankets, their lips slightly parted as they snored softly. His thumb pressed against their lower lip, feeling their tongue under it. For a split second his mind wandered to how it would feel to have Bell's tongue against his cock. He lets out a soft frustrated sigh as he pulls his thumb out. Gently pulling Bell's blankets off, cock throbbing in his pants at their body. They were sleeping in just an old, long t-shirt and their underwear. Splayed on their back with their legs slightly parted. And it took everything in his power to not crawl into bed with them and ruin all his plans to slowly get Bell to love him. Realize he would only be the right man for them.
I mean, how many more people's necks did he have to snap till Bell got the idea? He felt a sick thrill at that thought. About how many times he killed or blackmailed any of Bell's potential suitors away. His poor Bell, how their heart ached to find love. Only to feel all alone when they never returned any calls. His smile was cruel for a moment, Bell would come around someday. He would just need to be patient and plan everything out to fall into line.
Adler gasped as Bell's legs parted to expose the small amount of dampness in their underwear. His throat felt dry as he went to swallow, eyes widening. He wondered what they were dreaming about, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. He stood up over Bell again, palming his erection through his trousers. He pulled it out quickly, leaking copious amounts of precum that stained his own underwear. “Look at what you're doing to me, Bell.” He speaks softly, talking to them as he knows they are deeply asleep. His fingers squeezing his cock up and down. He has to grit his teeth to stifle his sounds. “I bet you'd feel amazing wrapped around my cock, sweetheart.” He grunts softly, his pace increasing, a bead of sweat forming on his brow. His breath quickening, his balls tightening. His eyes dart around frantically as he tries to choose where to cum. They move a little, their shirt raised and he loses it. Painting their stomach with his release, they looked so beautiful like this. He pulls a camera out of his bag, snapping a picture. It's so loud and the flash goes off. He's grateful for the knowledge that Bell can't sleep without taking something. He cleans them up for the most part, making sure to leave just a sheen of sticky cum behind to make them wonder when they would eventually wake up. Adler leans down to press his lips to Bell's forehead before leaving and driving back home to develop the picture with a sick smile plastered on his face.