Lucas stirred, his body warm and tangled in the sheets. The first thing he noticed was the tight, possessive grip around his waist, the steady rise and fall of Kane's chest against his back. Kane was already awake, his eyes fixed on Lucas with a gaze that bordered on the obsessive.
Lucas blinked, the remnants of sleep slowly fading away. The events of the previous night flickered through his mind like a dimly lit reel. He groaned softly, knowing that when he returned home, there would be a barrage of nagging waiting for him.
Kane's grip tightened slightly, as if sensing Lucas's thoughts. "Do you want me to take care of it?" Kane's voice was low, carrying an unsettling undercurrent. He didn't need to say what "it" was; the implication hung in the air between them.
Lucas didn't respond immediately. He pushed the sheets aside and slipped out of Kane's hold, his body feeling the cool morning air. Without a word, he headed to the bathroom, the door closing behind him with a soft click.
Kane remained in bed, his eyes following Lucas until he was out of sight. A twisted smile played on his lips as he listened to the sound of running water from the bathroom.
Lucas stared at his reflection in the mirror, the water running over his hands. He felt a knot in his stomach but quickly dismissed it. He had to deal with his life one step at a time.
And Kane… well, he was just another step
Lucas stood alone in the small bathroom, the light casting shadows across the pale walls. His body ached, especially in his lower back. His muscles were sore, and as he moved, he felt the lingering effects of their passionate night together.
He stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over his body, washing away the remnants of sweat and exhaustion. The water dripped from his hair, trailing down his chest and over his lean, pale form, mixing with the steam that filled the room. Each droplet seemed to trace the contours of his body, highlighting the evidence of the night's activities—reddened skin, faint bruises, and the lingering heat in his lower back.
Lucas leaned against the cool tiles, his breath steadying as he stared into the mirror outside the shower. The reflection that stared back at him was different—eyes hollow and distant, a stark contrast to the heated passion that had consumed him just hours before.
As the water continued to pour over him, Lucas tried to focus on the sensation, grounding himself in the present.
He had killed before, but this time was different. This time, it felt like crossing a line he couldn't return from. The man's face was burned into his memory—the look of terror as Lucas's knife plunged into his flesh, the way his screams turned to desperate gasps, the blood pooling on the cold ground. It all happened so quickly, yet each moment felt agonizingly slow, stretching into an eternity,he thought he could accept it but knowing he was a anything but normal bothered him greatly.
The thrill of it had been undeniable almost like a slow high. The power he felt in that moment, the surge of adrenaline as life drained from the man's body—it was intoxicating. But now, as Lucas stood alone, the weight of what he'd done pressed down on him, crushing him beneath its enormity. He hated himself for it, for the darkness that had driven him to take a life, for the sick pleasure it had given him.
But even as he loathed himself, a smile began to tug at the corners of his lips. It was small, almost imperceptible, but it was there. The memory of the man's helplessness, the raw, primal satisfaction of ending a life, stirred something deep within him. It was twisted, wrong, but it was real.
Lucas's smile faded as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a deep sense of shame. He turned away from the mirror, unable to face the reflection of the monster he knew he was becoming. As he dried himself off, the ghost of that smile lingered in the back of his mind, a dark reminder of the shadows that would always follow him.
He knew there was no going back, no way to undo what he had done. The man's blood was on his hands, and no amount of washing would ever make them clean again. But even as he tried to push the memory away, the echo of last night's kill lingered, a dark whisper in his soul that he could never fully silence.
Lucas stepped out of the bathroom, water droplets still clinging to his pale skin, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. The cold air hit him, but he barely noticed. His mind was still swirling with the memories of last night, the darkness that seemed to cling to him like a second skin.
Kane was on the bed, waiting for him. His eyes were fixated on Lucas, a predatory gleam in them that sent a shiver down Lucas's spine. But this shiver wasn't from fear—it was from something deeper, something darker that Lucas had grown accustomed to, yet could never quite shake off.
As Lucas approached the bed, Kane reached out, pulling him closer until Lucas's hips were level with his face. Kane's hands gripped Lucas's waist, his fingers digging slightly into his skin as he tugged him nearer, his face now inches from Lucas's lower body. The towel did little to shield him from Kane's touch, and Lucas could feel the heat of his breath against his skin, sending a wave of electricity through him.
Kane looked up at Lucas, his eyes dark with desire. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?" he murmured, his voice low and rough. His breath ghosted over Lucas's skin, making him shiver.
Lucas smirked, feeling the power in Kane's gaze. "Good," he replied, his tone teasing but with an edge of seriousness. "I like having that effect on you."
Kane's grip tightened slightly, his voice dropping even lower. "You have no idea what you do to me, Lucas." His words were of admiration, something that sent a thrill through Lucas.
But Lucas wasn't in the mood to be passive. He was in control, and he wanted Kane to feel it. With a sudden, firm push, Lucas sent Kane back onto the bed, the movement more commanding than playful. Kane fell back with a grin, his eyes never leaving Lucas's.
"Taking charge, are we?" Kane said, his tone amused but with a hint of challenge.
Lucas climbed onto the bed, straddling Kane, and leaned in close, his face inches from Kane's. "Always," he whispered, his voice dripping with confidence and intent.
Kane's grin widened, his hands moving to rest on Lucas's hips. "I like it when you're like this," he admitted, his tone softer but laced with desire.
Lucas's expression softened just slightly, but his gaze remained intense. "Then you're going to love what happens next."
Without a word, Lucas crawled on top of him, the towel slipping dangerously low, barely clinging to his hips. Kane's hands roamed over Lucas's body, but Lucas kept control, pinning Kane down with his weight, his eyes locked onto Kane's with an intensity that mirrored the dark thoughts swirling in his mind.
The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the unspoken understanding between them. Kane's breath hitched as Lucas leaned down, their faces inches apart, the towel now almost an afterthought as it hung precariously on Lucas's body.
Lucas's mind was still haunted by last night, the thrill of the kill, the darkness that threatened to consume him. But here, in this moment, with Kane beneath him, he found a twisted solace. The world outside might be chaotic, but here, with Kane, he had control—if only for a fleeting moment.Lucas's bitter smile faded as he stared down at Kane, their faces inches apart. Without another word, Lucas began to move, grinding against Kane as if trying to erase the thoughts swirling in his mind. His movements were slow, deliberate, and filled with a desperate need to forget.
Kane responded eagerly, his hands gripping Lucas's hips, guiding him as their bodies moved in sync.
Their lips met in a rough kiss, Lucas's urgency clear as he pressed harder against Kane, trying to lose himself in the sensation. It was just like last night—a frantic attempt to forget who he was, what he'd done. Kane's presence, his touch, was a distraction. A way to block out the darkness, if only for a little while.
But no matter how hard Lucas tried, he knew it was only a temporary escape.
Lucas let the towel slip from his hips, the fabric falling away to reveal his naked form. The cool air brushed against his skin, but it only heightened the intensity of the moment. Kane's eyes darkened with desire as he watched Lucas, his gaze tracing every inch of his body.
Without breaking eye contact, Lucas leaned in closer, his breath hot against Kane's muscular stomach. He could feel the tension in Kane's body, the anticipation that hung between them like a heavy fog. Lucas's hand moved slowly, deliberately, until it reached Kane's arousal.
A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of Lucas's lips as he wrapped his fingers around Kane, feeling the heat and hardness beneath his touch. He began to stroke Kane , his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the control he held in that moment.
Kane's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment as he surrendered to the sensation. But Lucas wasn't just looking for pleasure. He wanted something more—something deeper. As he continued to stroke Kane, his smile grew, dark and twisted, reflecting the shadows that lingered in his mind.
He watched Kane's reaction closely, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each movement, the way his breath quickened as Lucas increased the pressure, the rhythm. There was a certain power in this, a satisfaction in knowing that he could bring Kane to the edge with just a touch.
But as he continued, Lucas's thoughts drifted back to the kill, the way the man's blood had stained his hands, the way the life had drained from his eyes. The memory was vivid, unrelenting, and as much as Lucas tried to drown it out with the pleasure of the moment.
Lucas's smile faltered, replaced by a flicker of something else—regret, perhaps, or maybe just a deep sense of unease. But he didn't stop. He couldn't stop.
Kane's eyes flashed with a sudden, intense desire. In one swift, decisive motion, Kane flipped Lucas over, their positions reversed.
Kane's hands found their way to both of their members, holding them together in a firm, possessive grip. He began to stroke them in unison, his movements powerful and determined. The sensation of Kane's touch, the way his hand moved in perfect sync with Lucas's, created a new, heightened pleasure.
Lucas's breath quickened, a mix of pleasure and control swirling within him. He looked up at Kane, who was now leaning over him, his expression a blend of intense focus and satisfaction.
The room was filled with the sound of their breaths and the soft, rhythmic sounds of their bodies moving together. For Lucas, it was a moment of dark indulgence, a way to lose himself in the intensity of the experience. The thrill of the moment, combined with the raw, primal satisfaction of their physical connection, created a powerful, almost overwhelming sensation.
As Kane's grip tightened, Lucas felt a wave of pleasure that pushed aside the darker thoughts lingering in his mind. For a moment, the chaos and darkness of his inner world were drowned out by the intensity of their shared experience
Lucas lay there, his body pressed against Kane's, feeling the intense pleasure of their shared touch. As Kane's hand moved over them both, Lucas's mind raced, caught in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
*This is all it is,* Lucas thought. *A distraction, a way to forget the shadows that cling to me. Every touch, every movement is just a fleeting escape from the darkness that never truly leaves.*
He looked up at Kane, who was lost in the moment, his grip unyielding and possessive. Lucas's lips curled into a twisted smile. *Here, I'm the one in charge. I can manipulate the situation, use Kane's desire against him, and for a while, that feels like power.*
But even as he savored the sensation, a darker part of his mind whispered, *It's never enough. No matter how much pleasure I find, no matter how deeply I dive into this distraction, the darkness always waits for me. It's there in the corners of my mind, in the aftermath of every thrill, every kill.*
Lucas's gaze shifted to Kane's face, the way his eyes were closed in bliss, the way his body tensed with each stroke. *He's obsessed with me, and I use that to my advantage. But what does it say about me? That I can't find peace without manipulating someone else's desires?*
As Kane's grip tightened and the pleasure reached its peak, Lucas felt a mix of satisfaction and emptiness. The thrill was real, but it was fleeting, a temporary balm for a much deeper wound.
Lucas sighed as they seperated , knowing he'd have to go shower again.
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The atmosphere at school was charged that morning. Kane's touches were more assertive than usual, his hand often resting on Lucas's lower back, occasionally drifting around his waist. The increased intimacy didn't go unnoticed, drawing both curious and envious glances from their peers as they walked through the hallways. The whispers and sideways looks only seemed to encourage Kane, who kept Lucas close as if daring anyone to comment.
When they finally met up with Rick, Mark, and Leo in the school courtyard, the trio greeted them with grins that were more knowing than friendly. Rick's smirk was particularly wide, almost predatory, while Mark and Leo's expressions reflected a mix of amusement and something else, harder to define. The group's reaction to seeing Lucas and Kane together, more intertwined than ever, was a silent acknowledgment of the twisted dynamic between them. They fell into easy conversation as they made their way to the next class, the underlying tension between Lucas and Kane adding an edge to their usual banter.
As they walked, Leo couldn't resist taking a shot. His voice was loud and mocking, designed to draw attention. "Looks like Kane had a bit too much fun last night," Leo sneered, his grin widening wickedly. "You still walkin' alright, Lucas? Or did Kane have to drag your ass out of bed this morning?" He slapped Lucas on the back with a force that made Lucas flinch, the impact sending a jolt of pain through his body. The crude, almost insulting comment was a low blow, but Lucas's lips curled into a faint smirk. The attempt to embarrass him was obvious, and in a twisted way, he found it somewhat amusing.
But Kane didn't share his amusement. His expression darkened instantly, the playful gleam in his eyes vanishing, replaced by something far more dangerous. Before Leo could even register the shift in Kane's mood, Kane grabbed his wrist with a painful grip.
Leo winced, the sudden pain making him stumble over his words as he had tried to smooth things over, stammering, "Hey, Kane, I was just joking. You know I didn't mean anything by it." But the fear in his eyes had betrayed the casual tone he was trying to maintain, fully aware that Kane wasn't one to let insults slide so easily.
Kane leaned in, his voice low and dark, laced with a threat that sent a chill through the group. "Watch your fucking mouth, Leo," Kane hissed, his eyes narrowing to dangerous slits. "Next time you think about saying something stupid, remember this—because if you push me, I'll do a lot more than this."
The tension around them was suffocating, the air thick with Kane's barely contained fury. Leo, eyes wide, tried to pull his hand free, but Kane held him fast for a moment longer, ensuring the message was clear.
Lucas rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by the scene. He steps in, his tone dismissive, "Kane, drop it. It's not worth getting worked up over."
Kane's gaze flickers between Lucas and Leo, the anger in his eyes gradually cooling as he reluctantly released his grip. He gave Leo one last warning look before turning his attention back to Lucas, his anger still simmering but now contained.
He eventually released his grip taking a deep breath. Leo rubbed his sore arm, looking relieved but wary.He casted a short glare at Lucas who's smile grew bigger almost innocently.
With Kane's anger defused, he gave Leo one last scowl before turning to Lucas. The atmosphere remained tense, but Kane's demeanor shifted to one of controlled irritation rather than outright fury. Lucas, sensed that Kane's focus had returned to him and he stopped smiling at Leo quickly.
"Let's just move on," Lucas suggests, his tone carrying a hint of resignation. "We don't need to drag this out."
Leo, clearly on edge but eager to avoid further conflict, nods quickly. "Yeah, sure. No hard feelings."
Kane, still visibly annoyed but willing to let it go, mumbles an acknowledgment. He glances at Lucas, his expression softening slightly. "Fine. But if anyone else tries that, I won't be so easy."
Lucas offers a small, wry smile, appreciating Kane's attempt to de-escalate. The tension begins to lift, and the group shifts their focus back to more casual conversation, though the awkwardness of the moment hangs in the background.
As the group continued to regroup, they eventually met up with Jade and Sophia. Jade, immediately broke the ice,
"So, you guys ready to head over to the secret spot again .Misfits got some new stuff he wants us to try."
As she spoke, Mark came up behind Jade, slipping his arm around her waist and leaning in to plant a kiss on her cheek. Jade accepted the gesture with a brief smile, her tough exterior softening for just a moment.
Sophia, standing silently beside Jade, merely nods in agreement, her expression unreadable but her presence unmistakable. Kane, still simmering from the earlier confrontation, gives a curt nod.
Mark,now somewhat relieved by the change of topic, chimes in, "Yeah, I'm in. It could be interesting to see what's up this time."
Leo, eager to shift away from the earlier tension, adds, "Sure, why not? As long as there's no more drama."he subtedly glances at Lucas.
Kane, still holding onto his earlier anger, turned his gaze to Lucas. "What about you? You coming?"
Lucas hesitated for a moment, but it wasn't out of concern for what Misfit might have planned. After all, he had broken Misfit's hand once before, so whatever the guy had in store didn't really faze him. The memory brought a faint smirk to Lucas's lips. He didn't particularly like Misfit, but he wasn't worried about him either. With a shrug, Lucas replied, "Yeah, I'll go." His tone was casual, almost indifferent, as if Misfit and his antics were nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
As the group moved through the school hallways, the usual chatter and laughter seemed to dull in Lucas's ears, replaced by an unsettling stillness that gnawed at the edges of his awareness. It was a typical day, yet something felt distinctly off, as though the very air had thickened with a quiet, ominous tension.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, Lucas caught a fleeting glimpse of Dimitri. He was lurking by a row of lockers, half-hidden in the shadows, his eyes fixed intently on Lucas. Dimitri's gaze wasn't just a casual look; it was the stare of someone who was watching too closely, too intently, with an unsettling obsession that sent a chill down Lucas's spine. His face was still marred by the remnants of the beating he had taken—a dark bruise shadowed his jaw, and a thin cut along his cheek had started to scab over. His lip was slightly swollen, healing but still tender-looking, adding to the eerie, haunted look that had settled over his features.
A classmate stood next to Dimitri, talking to him—probably asking something trivial about the next class or homework—but Dimitri didn't seem to notice. His entire focus was locked on Lucas, as if the words being spoken to him were nothing but white noise in the background. The other student glanced at him, puzzled by the lack of response, but Dimitri remained utterly still, his eyes dark and unblinking, fixed solely on Lucas.
Lucas should have felt unnerved by the intensity of Dimitri's stare, by the way those bruises and cuts made him look even more unhinged, but instead, a twisted part of him found it almost... exciting. There was something about Dimitri's haunted, psychotic appearance that sparked a dark thrill in Lucas. It was like looking into a mirror and seeing the madness reflected back at him. A smirk tugged at the corner of Lucas's lips as he decided to push things further, just to see the reaction.
Without a second thought, Lucas turned to Kane and, with a deliberate, spiteful intent, pulled him close and kissed him. Kane accepted the kiss eagerly, his grip tightening around Lucas's waist as he deepened the kiss, oblivious to everything else around them. The display was as much for Dimitri as it was for Lucas's own satisfaction, a silent message that he knew Dimitri was watching—and that he didn't care.
When Lucas finally broke the kiss and turned back, Dimitri was gone. The spot where he had been standing was empty, as if he had vanished into thin air. The sudden absence made Lucas chuckle softly to himself, the sound low and dark. There was something almost amusing in the way Dimitri had disappeared so quickly, like a ghost fading back into the shadows.
Kane seemed to notice Lucas gaze briefly wandered, drawn to a shadowy corner where someone had been moment before.Kane's expression hardened. His eyes narrowed, darkening with a dark intensity. A flicker of something dangerous passed over his face, and he suddenly gripped Lucas's shoulder with a firm, almost punishing force.
"Look at me," Kane snapped, his voice low and edged with an undercurrent of control. The command was more than just a request; it was a forceful demand that left no room for disobedience.
Lucas's turned, his eyes meeting Kane's with surprise. The playful ease they had shared moments before was now replaced by an almost suffocating intensity. Kane's gaze bore into Lucas, scrutinizing his face with a dark, penetrating stare as if trying to dissect every thought, every flicker of emotion that might reveal a hint of disloyalty.
Kane's fingers dug into Lucas's shoulder, not with violence but with a grip that conveyed an unmistakable message of control. His eyes were cold, his expression set in a grim line as he searched for any sign of treachery or distraction.
"Who were you looking at?" Kane demanded, his tone leaving no argument. The question was less about curiosity and more about asserting his dominance, making it clear that any hint of interest in someone else would not be tolerated.
As Kane's grip tightened on Lucas's shoulder, the air between them crackled with an unsettling intensity. Kane's eyes, dark with possessiveness, bore into Lucas's with a demand for obedience. "Who were you looking at?" he asked again, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.
Lucas, feeling the weight of Kane's scrutiny, met his gaze with a calm, almost eerie composure. "No one," he replied, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of irritation.
Kane's skepticism grew.His eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer, his expression cold and unyielding. "Don't lie to me. I'll kill anyone whoever catches your attention."
Lucas's irritation flared. The sensation of right now, of Kane's possessive grip and accusatory gaze, triggered a darker impulse within him ,one he was starting to dislike but still tried to accept.
With a measured push, Lucas dislodged Kane's hand from his shoulder. His eyes flickered with a cold amusement as he looked at Kane. "I'm going to class," he said, his tone clipped but tinged with a psychotic edge.
He turned away, uncaring of Kanes anger as it continued to rise, his steps purposeful and resolute. The hallway seemed to close in around him as he walked, his mind already shifting from the confrontation.