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"...that machine near the table will generate waves acting on unrecognized sense organs that exist in us as atrophied or rudimentary vestiges. Those waves will open up to us many vistas unknown to man and several unknown to anything we consider organic life. We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight. We shall see these things, and other things which no breathing creature has yet seen. We shall overleap time, space, and dimensions, and without bodily motion peer to the bottom of creation...I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down demons from the stars...I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness..."- H.P. Lovecraft, "From Beyond"
U p l o a d e d
Jayden managed to find some "virtual" food in the old kitchen cabinets. Just like he remembered, they squeaked as they opened and a few almost fell off their hinges. Dad never was a handyman. The room resembled a mix between old and modern, with there being a tiled island in the middle with high chairs on the opposite side, yet an old-style set of kitchen cabinets on the other, not painted but simply made of stained wood. A large bay window opened to the left side that displayed the section where land had laid instead of the sea.
Birds sang outside and matched with the calling of galls. He poked his head outside and let a smile creep across his face at the sheer and utter realism this place held. It was just about as good as being alive and actually there. Hell, in a way it was better because his family wasn't there to bother the piss out of him about getting married and spitting out kids of his own.
Not that Norman didn't want kids- despite his orientation he toyed with the idea of having a kid with a surrogate mother. Not until he met somebody he could be with for years, though. Of course, that was all out the window now. You can't exactly impregnate somebody if you're not alive. Still, he was rather irritated with the constant nags from his mother especially- wanting even more grandkids. Especially from the one child of hers she considered the most handsome.
He wondered briefly if he could ever see her again- if he was in fact any sort of real and could ever see her in this plane of existence. Yet he let it roll off his back- he was making progress. There was something to him- something more real then an illusion. He would unravel this mystery slowly, but it would be done. Norman was sure of it, because it was the only thing he had left.
Out came a box of Twinkies, and he looked it over to see how real it was. The box looked just when it did the last time it was there. Christ, that was five years ago. He tipped it and watched, listened as the plastic weighted wrapper slid down and towards his hand, planting itself in his palm with a crinkly tone.
'Fuck me. Junk food never looked so good.'
Quickly unwrapping the spongy food from its plastic casing, he crammed it into his mouth so fast the cream filling practically shot out. He giggled in his throat at the sexual implications of the sugary insides exploding from his lips, then licked them clean as he swallowed it whole, nearly gagging him on the way down.
It wasn't as satisfying as he remembered Twinkies being all those years ago- and it was somewhat tasteless. It had the same texture and substance, yet knew what he was eating was no more real then he was- maybe less.
"Right, okay…" Norman muttered aloud, just so he could hear someone else's voice in the lonely house.
"Let's try something else, then…"
Norman searched the fridge next- finding a carton of whole milk and taking a swig. There was a slight delayed reaction as his face contorted into something resembling utter disgust.
"AH! Ah- sweet Christ!"
He found himself spitting out the curdled, expired milk into the kitchen sink, turning on the water to wash it down. Scooping the flowing tap water into his hands, he rinsed his mouth out of all its contents.
Apparently, the food was real enough to spoil for having sat for years. He looked over the carton and noticed it expired in June, in the year 2007. His lip twisted in revulsion at having the substance in his mouth.
Norman tore apart the kitchen- finding rotten meat in the fridge and long-expired, perishable foods in the cupboards. It also wasn't until then that he had smelled and found rotting fruit in a basket on the counter. A small swarm of fruit flies making it their home.
In anger, the young agent threw down the old milk carton, making it smash and explode onto the floor. As the smelly substance leaked out, he immediately regretted his actions, yet shrugged it off as he made his way towards couch and splayed out, laying stomach-down and sprawling his legs up towards the top and arms over the side.
On cue- his still unsatisfied stomach rumbled noisily.
Carter gathered a few things into his arms, making his way outside onto the small porch he had out back. He carried a few sausage links and bacon, uncooked and still packaged. Placing them on a small table next to the rusty grill, he cringed at the neighbors next door who were playing some poppy, auto-tuner kid's music far too loud. Actually, that sort of music in any tone would have been bad…But to have it blasting too loud for him to think was enough to commit some well-deserved assault.
"Hey!" He yelled over towards the neighbor's yard, not getting a response.
Gritting his teeth, Blake stepped forward, looking over the slightly taller wooden fence to catch a glimpse of the next-door's snot-nosed brat. A boy about seventeen or so looked back at him with a "fuck you, old man" expression, his blond hair and acne-strewn face spinning his way. He was shirtless just like him, the kid's scrawny arms and chest making him practically laugh at how pathetic he was- an easy beat down for sure.
"Hey, turn that shit down!"
The kid seemed to completely ignore him as he walked away and into his house. He heard the brat call for his dad, whom he knew to be an arrogant up-tight dip-shit who kept his yard nice and tidy and practically shit himself when a leaf from his yard blew over into his.
Blake snarled much like a dog- standing back and licking his top row of teeth like a pit bull in its fighting stance. Just like said dog, he felt himself cruely restricted by a fence.
'Yeah, get your faggot dad. I'm real fucking scared, kid.'
Making his way back to his table, he pulled his cooker out and moved it more towards the outer part of his porch. Lifting up the black-stained grill portion, he opened a nearby bag of charcoal and poured some in. There was a carton of lighter fluid under the table that was stained and wet from the downpour of rain, but he still picked it up and sprayed it heavily onto the charcoal so it would light. He walked inside when he remembered he needed a lighter- he came out with his Zippo and carton of smokes, igniting it and replacing the grill portion.
As he waited for it to heat up, Blake went inside and fetched the old radio he used for outside. Using the protected outlet (that was covered with metal hinges to protect it from water); he plugged it in and promptly set it on the table.
'Not gonna turn that shit down? Two can play that game, asshole.'
Carter lightly smiled in satisfaction as he turned the radio on and moved the dial. He turned it to the nearest classical rock station- and smiled when he heard Ted Nugent's "Stranglehold" starting out. It had to be one of his favorites- bringing back memories of late nights in high school at many a party- the song playing loudly as he usually had an arm around a girl or two. Or, if not, solemnly drinking by himself at home. It hadn't been hard acquiring his father's alcohol.
Turning it up to an obviously ridiculus level, he looked over towards the neighbor to see the father storming out of the house, his kid trailing behind him. He was tall and wore a Cowboys jersey like the douche he was, his perfectly blond hair combed and gelled.
"What's you're fucking problem, man? Why're you talking to my kid like that?" The man tried, walking over to the wooden fence and peering over.
Blake sat down as he gave the neighbor a look that could kill. Nonchalantly, he reached across the table and took a cigarette from the red pack he had sat there, lighting it as though he honestly could give a shit about the entire situation.
"Hey! You hear me, pig?"
Laughing under his breath, he simply smiled nice and wide over towards the prick of a next-door neighbor.
"You know, just because you're a cop doesn't mean you can tell us what to do- We should be able to enjoy our own property, here. Nobody wants to see you're shitty car, listen to you're old fucking music- and for Christ's sake put on a shirt!"
Looking rather smug with that little bitch-fit, Blake nodded a little then leaned over, turning the music even louder. With a glance, he looked towards the taller man with a look of arrogance. He blew smoke out the side of his mouth as he sat back. Only a dick like him could make being calm so offensive. Blake watched as the man went to open his mouth again, then the off-duty lieutenant calmly extended his left hand and lifted his middle finger.
The neighbor cursed under his breath ("Son of a bitch…") and left him to smoke his cancer stick. Blake laughed rather darkly in satisfaction as he took another puff. He knew better then to fly off the handle with that shithead- they both knew how easy it would be for Blake to either beat seven shades of shit out of the scrawny bastard- or to haul him in for disturbing the peace. It got close at times, but he honestly found it more funny then anything.
It was sunny out. To him, it might has well had been eighty degrees. Of course, the news would later say it was only sixty-seven, but after going through such a cold, wet spell…It felt like Hawaii outside. It was still wet everywhere, rain-saturated leaves littering the ground outside were the only indication that it was indeed still fall- still October. It was no doubt the humidity that made it feel so warm out. There would be days like this, there always would be. Beautiful, warm days that were unseasonable, which was why he loved them so much. Yet it never lasted. Soon, too soon, it would start to snow. Perhaps three, four feet making it hard to get around town and having to help people out of the ditches their stupid asses got themselves into.
Sitting up, he ripped open the packages as the music began to wail- the long eight-minute song wailing through its guitar-laden middle stretch. Putting the food on the grill, his stomach lurched in sudden hunger, as it smelled the meat beginning to sizzle away. Taking a drag, he looked out into his yard as a smirk tugged across his lips. He thought of Norman for the first time since that morning. Times like this he would actually be glad to have some company.
For a moment, he envisioned Jayden sitting at his table, looking at him in that rather cute, boyish way as he held a beer. It made him smile a little, then he caught himself and immediately stopped, clearing his throat as he closed his eyes and sighed. For years, he'd been alone, and he was fine with that. Even if he and Ash were considered partners- he found himself always preferring to work alone if he could. Having others chime in their two cents was enough to send the mad-dog of a human being into fits of rage. From years of experience, he had found his own ways, methods to his madness of cold and calculating crime and punishment. Blake rather didn't like anybody cocking it up.
Yet one could only fight so hard against millions of years of evolution- and the fact of the matter was that humans were social creatures who thrived with the companionship of others. Even the mere presence of another human being in their midst on occasion was necessary for a healthy lifestyle. Even antisocial psychotics will go even further into madness once completely shut off from any human contact whatsoever. Therefore, - Carter Blake still liked to have people around on the odd occasion.
On his birthdays, he often had to wait all day until he was just about ready to leave- when somebody would mention it to him. Of course, he never got any cake or gifts- just a nod and a "by the way…" in acknowledgement from either Charlene or the occasional suck-up officer. For Charlene he'd smile and thank her- for anyone else he'd roll his eyes. No wonder why nobody thought to say anything- he rarely gave them the time of day let alone a "thank you" for a kindly birthday wish.
Holidays were a little better- at least everyone had to say or do something all together. There were drunken Christmas wishes, free Halloween candy and even free gift certificates for turkeys on Thanksgiving. Oh boy, did he ever feel special. The thing was that Blake would never admit that he so craved at least a little attention here and there. Just enough to make him get through some days without looking like a pansy ass to all those around him. His pride would suffer otherwise, and it was only thinly veiled piece of humanity he held left.
It had been a long stretch since he had any visitors; Ash came over along with some of the others for Superbowl parties. When the Eagles were playing the Patriots at the 2005 Superbowl, he actually got excited hosting the thing- not that everyone else on the block wasn't planning the same spiel. It made it even worse when they lost- but it was still a rather interesting experience. The small annoyances they made were enough to get on his nerves, though, and the minute they were gone he reminded himself why he didn't go out of his way for more social activities.
Having Norman "around" these last few days was actually rather exciting. Something shining and interesting in his rather depressing and empty life. It had been nice, he could admit, to have someone in his house…Even if it really wasn't "in his house" at all.
Carter rose to his feet and flipped the various food items on the grill, putting his fingers to his lips to pull the cigarette out, blowing his smoke from his mouth to join the same rising from the flames. Shuffling the bacon around, he turned them and reveled in the smell as it sizzled and crackled. He told himself he'd have to cook dinner out here, too. Hopefully the weather didn't turn to shit later on.
Time wore on as the tune on the radio changed to "The Zoo" by The Scorpions- Blake made a small noise of acceptance in his throat and tilted his head in a nod- another good one. He had gone inside to grab a beer, and he proceeded to chug it back, taking a few final puffs of the smoke against his lips and flicked it into the dewy grass. Eating his last piece of bacon, he sat back and let his muscles release. His shoulders lost their tension as he stared absent-mindingly into the vast abyss of the sparely cloudy sky.
Thumbing the rim of his beer bottle, he took another swig and rolled it about in his mouth before swallowing. A slight throb resounded in his chest as he once again thought of this afternoon in the shower. A slight blush overtook his face as he considered what he was going to say to the ex-agent. How he worded it would have to be very important- otherwise it was going to get awkward fast. Blake told himself he could always hold the fucker down, but that could turn the little pussy nasty. He had enough of bitchy woman on their fucking periods back when he was dating- he didn't need a whiney little bitch of a man acting the same way every time he popped in.
A nervous anxiety tugged at him, and his heart began to throb as the thought of what he was going to do continued to escalate. He would have to engage in a conversation, get him started talking, then he would have to insinuate what he wanted- and he was sure the kid would accept. So sure, actually, that he began to already fantasize exactly how it would go down. A heat developed in his stomach and lower back; making its way to his crotch and forcing his cock to slowly begin to pulse as his heart rate increased in response.
'Goddamn.' Carter swore in his head, his face flushing as he took a deep breath and sat back. 'I can't even remember the last time I wanted to fuck so bad.'
Actually, yes, he could remember. For Ash's birthday last year- they had gone to a strip club. The place was pretty high-class, and Carter remembered being rather impressed at the place that Ash claimed he frequented. All the strippers had implants, tanned and looked to actually take care of themselves instead of the C-sectioned fat whores he was used to seeing at the strip joint down the road from the precinct. He had bought Ash a lap dance, yet one of the strippers had a penchant for cops- so she gave him one for free, too.
Before he knew it, oh God- her tits were right in his face.
They were fake, but because of that, they were perfect. Nice and round and practically touching his cheeks as she ground herself in his lap. Her brown hair fell about in locks around her face as the techno music pulsed in his ears- groaning as his hands reached for her hips- only to have them swatted away with a disciplinary finger wave. He had laughed a little and smiled from ear to ear, leaning back as the girl then rested herself on his lap with her butt in the air, grinding down on his erection as she bounced her curvy body against his girthy dick through his pants.
Yeah…He had wanted to fuck her. Fuck her into the ground so hard she wouldn't have a set of usable legs anymore. Now he found himself having the same unruly, fiery passion to fuck Norman into the carpet. To rip those smoke-gray slacks from his fighting, kicking legs and sink himself deep inside his tight, hot insides despite his protests. The thought of the kid's face averting his eye contact and blushing bright red made a tingle run to the base to the tip of his currently restrained erection. He wasn't hard- but it wouldn't take long.
'That's it; let's get this show on the road. There's a game on later.'
Getting up from his white plastic chair, he leaned over and stifled a burp as he shut the radio off. He was almost sorry that the neighbors now didn't have decent music to listen to anymore, he made his way inside his balmy house, he let the door hang open but his raggedy screen door closed in able to let some of the cool air in, and the warm air out. Though he was sure to latch it with the sad little iron hook in order to keep it closed against anybody below the strength of a toddler.
Blake was sure to grab a shirt from his drawer, a black button-down model with long sleeves. The fabric was thin, perfect for a day like today, where he was already feeling the sweat form on his brow. He unbuttoned the first few near his collar, and rolled the sleeves up carefully so they wouldn't easily come down. Taking a deep breath, he felt a bead of sweat roll down to his collar and hide beneath his shirt as it made its way down his back. Shivering in response, he leaned his head back and felt the very end of the stands on the back of his head touch the back of his neck- it felt good on his searing flesh.
'-The fuck am I so nervous?' The lieutenant growled to himself. 'I'm in charge here, since when has that changed? It's not like this is a first date or anything, for fuck's sake.'
Yet deep down, Blake was far from ignorant of the reason why. What he was considering doing was very taboo in several ways. It was fucked up enough to be entering some virtual reality, let alone doing so because on the other side there was a man he had a sneaking suspicion was good with his hands…Also, possibly his tongue, and that warm and satisfying mouth. It would feel wonderful to teach that little fuck a much-needed lesson. Much like an alpha dog would mount the omega to keep him in line- he had an overwhelming desire to teach the uppity little prick who's boss.
'He has been good, lately.' The cop mused. 'Not submissive enough, though. He still thinks he has it over me, can manipulate me…' He reasoned to himself, feeling himself roll his tongue in flips over and under inside mouth in animalistic, predatory glee. As if his pride was about to be overtaken by a younger, far less experienced but opportunistic male. He would have to swat him down, put him in his place.
The cops's thoughts were shaky and maddening- like the thoughts of a mad man as he fought to sleep in the halls of an asylum. He found reasons for his feelings, his primal need to dominate and control expressing themselves in the common male way of using sex. They all did so in ways that seemed harmless- ties after all being symbolic for penises, cars and possessions being used to show personal wealth in order to be bigger, better then the next male down the block. Type A personalities like his sought to take possession of all around them.
When Norman had begun taking over the Origami Killer case, it enraged Blake quite unlike any other. The little shit stain had some nerve coming in, telling him how to do his job. The kid was just barely out of college for fuck's sake! His face bore only the effects of some previous escapade that resulted in a scar on his right cheek, but besides that was flawless, young, no hint of long nights or a tough, hardened life. He was soft, like a lump of clay that needed sculpting. Needed rolled about on the floor to collect dirt and debris, left out to harden as it experienced the pain of life.
Blake had taken people's lives; more then he could count or remember. He had seen rape victims beaten into bloody masses so badly they would never have a socially acceptable face again. Impregnated or even infected with AIDS because of simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Had seen organs placed in mailboxes, arms strewn in street drains, people living with dead bodies rotting away inside their houses. Blake had been there when houses burned visiously with whole families inside, and could nothing but watch as even firefighters struggled to put the building out, let alone enter.
He saw the results of brothers killing brothers- fathers stabing their own children- mothers drowning their own infants. Drug deals that went wrong and effected famlies down the street- stray bullets taking down children, robbery increasing as the girls were raped and the men left bleeding in the streets. All picked dry of money like animals picked dry of flesh on the African plains. All the while, that little hotshot shit from Washington implied he was incompetent- uneducated, even psychotic. The last one he could at least partially agree on…At least he had an excuse. Norman didn't have one, he reasoned, for being such a fucking asshole.
The best way to describe the lieutenant was that he had been to Hell- and come back. The gates he recognized well, its keeper opening them at will for such a beast to depart, well aware and very sure that some day he would return. Unleashing a devil in a blue shirt and tie upon the world in guise of human form as he strode between two paradoxal worlds like a ghost drifting through the ether. Yet ghosts were dead, and Carter Blake was very much alive. Very much like a demon-, while Norman Jayden seemed very much like the pretty archangel he had made himself out to be. Soft, supple, easily fowled. He had fallen from grace, and his wings shattered. Unable to ever fly with God ever again, instead trapped in the underworld with his cruel tormentor as punishment for his mistake.
With a new, strange sort of anger reignited within him, Carter found himself making way towards the ARI he sat on the nightstand next to the bed. Picking them up, he walked back into the next room and stood for a minute in the living room once more. He had avoided the temptation of simply sitting on the bed, declaring that far too obvious a choice. Instead, he simply slipped them on where he stood, and was quite surprised when the room changed and shifted into a new place once again.
Now he felt strange warmth all over as he stood at the bottom of what appeared to be a tropical ocean. Tall, green seaweed and colorful coral fluttered about him, strands of sea grass in bunches all about. He found himself once more glaring about like an idiot- walking around in circles as he took in the sheer amount of realistic, wholly beautiful objects that littered the ocean floor. He walked beyond the normal, cleared area he was most likely supposed to be kept in. In the back of his mind he thought he'd smack into one of his walls, but it never happened as he continued to stare at the scenery around him.
Small, colorful tropical fish shot around him, some in schools and some simply by themselves. Oranges, reds, purples, combinations of all of those and more. Blake's mind was effectively blown, and couldn't figure out if any of those wild color combinations actually existed, or were pure acts of imagination by the ARI's developers. He reached up to grab a few as they swam by, yet they dashed out of the way in a lightning-quick motion that he simply never could follow.
Carter made a cooing noise in his throat at the display, watching as the black and white damselfish and a few angels of varying species played in the coral, or swam in the blue expanse above. Darting left and right, stuttering as they sat and shook, looking up and down as they either lazily moved about or flew out of the way to avoid being a meal. A large shadow made its way over the spot before him, and watched in curiosity as it moved closer. He looked up, watching as a sand tiger shark cruised lazily over the man in black. For a moment, his breath hitched in his chest- until he realized once more that this was all an illusion. Just an incredibly realistic one, that's all.
Shoving that aside, he instead began to enjoy the fish's company. He admired the fellow predatory beast with a natural inlaid curiosity. The monster's mouth was full and lined with crooked teeth that pointed in every direction, its eyes spaced wide as its dead-looking pupils moving and twitching to gaze at him momentarily as he cruised on by, shifting only a little to see his position on the ocean floor. It's grey, sand-papery skin catching the above-sun's rays as it glided by. Its tail shot from side to side suddenly as if startled, and almost on instinct Blake turned around to suddenly find himself a few feet from Jayden himself.
"Holy shit, kid…" Blake swore, heart hammering in his chest.
"You're going to give me a fucking heart attack pulling that shit with me."
Blake looked Jayden up and down, noticing his suit jacket was gone and shirt was partially untucked. His face looked like he had planted himself into a couch cushion or some other type of fabric, lines imprinted into the soft flesh. He looked even worse then before- tired, disheveled and beaten. The color in his face that he seemed to be regaining was once again draining- sapping his strength along with it.
Shrugging his shoulders, Jayden looked towards the sandy ocean floor and mumbled an apology.
"Sorry…" His light blue eyes looked even paler now as he glanced down, like the eyes of a dead man.
The lieutenant sighed angrily and turned around; watching the shark glide away now as it made it is way towards deeper seas.
"Where's this supposed to be?"
Norman seemed to look off past him, seeming to go into a daze as his mind floated elsewhere.
"'Off the Florida coast, I think…"
Blake looked the ex-agent up and down, taking in the kid's drowsy state and formulating his own internal theories.
"What's wrong with you? You look like shit."
In response, Norman smirked those smoothly plump lips of his and eyed him from the corner of his deadening orbs.
"…I should…I'm dead."
There was a small silence from both men as Carter forced out a laugh that almost sounded like a snort.
"…Naw, I wouldn't call what you are…'Dead' anymore, Jayden." The cop jeered.
"I've seen plenty of stiffs in my day; you don't look like any of 'em. You're something else. Walking dead, maybe?"
Jayden lazily stumbled a few feet to his right side, smiling just a little at the tease.
"You mean…What, a zzombie?" He laughed, darkly. "I'm starting to feel like one, actually. I c-could go for sssome brains right about now. Hell, anything… I'd eat a fucking clump of dirt if I could."
Turning around, his words slurred just a touch from his obviously drained state. He eyed Blake up and raised a fist to his mouth to cover his yawn. His right eye shut involuntarily as he did so, and he reached up to scratch his face when he realized he hadn't shaved in days. For obvious reasons. Surely, he must have looked like a raggedy hobo right now. He felt along the jaw line and could sense the stubs piercing the skin as they sprouted like weeds. He had been taught to him by his father that facial hair was "unprofessional" and frowned upon, so the fact that he was personally growing the stuff irked and irritated him to no end.
"Ha, five 'o clock shadow, eh?" Blake laughed, his typical sarcastic smile back.
"It looks good on 'ya. You almost look like a man, now."
Jayden's eyes narrowed a little in response to that, but swayed a little in his stance. Unable to correlate a reply to that- he simply reminded himself of the comment Blake had made last night about his ass. It made him burn a little red internally as he remembered the incident in grave detail. He had been a little piss-drunk, sure, but there was a reason alcohol was used worldwide as the universal truth serum- it clouded inhibitions and lowered a person's ability to reason. It could turn someone like Blake from a hard-ass straight man to a flimsy, bicurious stumbling jackass with relative ease. Now he was complimenting his stubble. Also, he was sober this time. This made a light chill run up the bottom of the man's back all the way to the bottom of his neck.
'Just being a smartass.' Norman persisted, refusing to have his innocence shattered. 'He's full of shit, anyway. What's new about that?'
"If I could, I'd cut it all the fuck 'off." Norman fired back, his Bostonian accent growing even thicker in his tired state.
"'Can't shave. Can't eat. Fucking can't bathe…Gonna start smelling soon."
Carter looked the kid up and down again, noticing he was just about ready to collapse at just about any minute. Occasionally, he would stumble back and forth, catching himself right before he could fully fall either way.
"Tired?" He asked, his tone ending on the upside.
Norman spun about as he squinted at Carter in an obvious response.
"A little…I tried to get some sleep. Or something resembling sleep, anyway. My stomach kept cramping up. Couldn't get much rest."
A "hmm" noise resounded in the tyrant's chest at that, the slight glow from the ARI illuminating the dark circles under his eyes as he looked up to view a pod of dolphins streaking by overhead. A slight smile crossed his lips as he felt suddenly overwhelmed by the sheer pleasantness of the scene. He never really considered himself a tree hugger or some environmental nut- but he always preferred being outside as opposed to in. It felt so strange being underneath the ocean while being able to breathe just fine. He took a deep breath just to demonstrate the fact- still a bit puzzled by the realism while still awestruck at the peaceful atmosphere itself.
"So- you get hungry? That's fucked up. How the hell you gonna eat?"
If Norman hadn't known better, he'd swear that was a comment of concern. Problem is, he did know better. Arching his brows a bit, he took a seat on the ocean floor, feeling the squishy sand on his ass and relishing that at least it wouldn't cling to his suit like the real stuff. Pulling his knees up, he sat Indian-style as he crossed his legs in front of him, putting himself backward to rest on his hands, glancing at the other man with half-lidded, heavy eyes.
"I don't have a fuck'in clue. I tried to go inside the house and find some food in the virtual world…It was either expired of unfulfilling."
Wincing at the memory, he told himself that two things had happened. Carter's quick evolution had meant he could create the food inside the kitchen, but it was too real. So real that it realized that the food would be well past its due date having not been in the place for a good five years. It only poked inside Norman's brain to find that there was simply no way that food was edible. It would only work with what it was given, and not be able to fill in the blanks of food being re-purchased and re-stocked. The other thing was that he hadn't progressed far enough in the brain transfiguration, and simply wasn't able to create food satisfying enough yet.
Either way, Norman reminded himself he was fucked. He looked up at the captor he had come to rely on, a look of pleading on his face. Despair. He didn't want to wear that expression, yet he couldn't stop it, either.
"So…What? Can you die…? I mean, again?"
Norman shook his head and sighed, his eyes looking empty as he gazed out towards a small stingray as it floated across the ocean floor. His face lit up like a child at the aquarium, reaching his hand out to touch it, skimming his hand along the top of its sandpapery skin as it picked up its pace, scooting out of the way of his touch and vanishing into the sea with a cloud of dust.
"I don't think so. But I don't know anything for sure right now. I know that I can feel the effects- I'm tired but I can't sleep. I have no energy. I feel like I'm gonna pass out at any minute…"
Carter surprised himself as he honestly had the desire to get down at the same floor as the man in white & grey. Not so much to meet gazes, but to be on the same level. To comfort, maybe reassure him. Except he knew these emotions were not becoming of him- and even if he wanted to entertain the notion, he knew it would result in becoming rather awkward.
'Maybe now's not the time…'
He could have just been blunt, yet as he observed the beaten and broken man on the floor, his chest tightened up in a surprising sensation of fear. Would it be easier now, if anything? Would he be easier to manipulate now that his hope and pride seemed to have fizzled away into a shadow of their former self?
"Can you eat real food?" He found himself asking; telling himself it would be the easiest way to get him active and strong, fast. Could get him on his feet…Just to get him on his knees moments later.
Looking surprised at this question, the kid cocked his head and seemed to be fascinated with a small fish as it hovered around his hands. He smiled again, watching the little black and white-striped fish think of his finger as a food item, coming in to peck at it. Laughing a little, he extended said finger and watched, as the tiny fish did nothing but tickle the finger with his bites, perfectly harmless despite the vicious action.
"Fuck, Norm. Are you listening to me?" Blake found himself taking a step forward; surprising the fish and making it shoot away as fast as it could.
Jayden frowned as he looked up towards the lieutenant, a scowl on his face as his eyes narrowed.
"Blake! I liked him-"
"I don't give a fuck! This isn't kindergarten, answer the question!"
Furrowing his brow, Norman shifted himself on the sea floor. Still squinting, he looked towards Blake and felt a pain in his stomach again, wincing and twisting his face in response.
"I don't know, Blake! Sorry, I've never been dead before. I'm still trying to figure this shit out."
Finishing in a huff, Carter growled in his throat and walked a bit in the opposite direction. He was acting like a pissy little bitch, like a fucking woman on her period. And, just like a woman menstruating, he figured he wouldn't be in the mood for any type of sex.
Deciding to try again, he walked back towards the camped-out little homo and watched as he was now drawing letters in the sand with his finger. Clearly, he had reverted to some sort of child-like state. The hunger making him feel higher then a fucking kite and Jayden grinned like a fool as he draw out "FML" into the ocean floor, sand floating up as he made the indentations.
Blake had to chuckle at that, a smirk forming on his lips.
"Shouldn't that be "FMAL?"
"…What's that?"
"Fuck my after-life." Blake ended in a laugh, satisfied it got the same reaction from the kid as well.
"I'm surprised you're on the up-and-up on that sort of stuff, old man." Norman shot back, a rather coy look to his face as he eyed up the black-clothed Blake.
"What, like with texting?" The older man chuckled.
"Don't let my age fool you kid- the last thing I am is old-fashioned."
This surprised the Indian-sitting agent on the ocean floor. Making an "hmm" noise in his throat and licking his lips as he gave a cough. He had to admit, he didn't think of Carter as someone who kept up-to-date on anything. He seemed enraged at the concept of his profiling methods when he arrived in Philadelphia, making him feel like a thorn in the side of the precinct rather then a helping hand. Part of this, he reasoned, had been his age. Had Norman been Carter's age, he was positive he would have been greeted with more support. A twenty-nine year old "kid" coming up to tell you how to do your job? Norman didn't realize until now just how much of an asshole he had indeed come off as.
Peering at Carter, he analyzed the man up and down. How old was he, he wondered? The first thing he thought that crossed his mind when he met Blake that he had to be at least in his early forties. He looked to have been through some sort of hell- eyes set deep and expression almost permanently turned to "tired", his sun-damaged black hair pecked with gray strands both from age and stress, no doubt.
"Yeah well-"
Norman had been lazily eyeing the officer, gaze traveling over his body. Then he noticed something that was so awkward he could no longer speak. He had an erection. It was unmistakable, completely 'out there' no doubt without the cop's knowledge. The agent's eyes widened just a touch as he stared at it, not so much in arousal as much as morbid fascination. Well, it wasn't small. Not like he had assumed so- joking to himself internally. Nope, not at all.
The blue jeans seemed to hold back the bulge a smidgen, yet it was obvious to Norman that there wasn't much left to the imagination. Once realizing what he'd been doing, Norman unintentionally looked up and locked eyes with the lieutenant out of shock, then looked away as a blush crept across his face.
"What?" Carter had questioned, wondering what was so fascinating it warranted staring at his crotch for a good minute.
For a second, he had simply assumed he had left his fly open. Therefore, he looked down for a second to make sure- holy shit… he was hard. So hard. Steel-beam hard.
"Whoops." Carter tried, doing his best to make himself seem uncaring.
"Well, isn't that something. Apparently it likes it when you act like a pissy little bitch, Norman."
Now he wasn't sure whether to be pissed at Blake for that comment, or laugh. He knew it couldn't have been him that was doing this to his body. He had made it obvious he had no feelings for the man in that particular area. Yet Jayden couldn't help but entertain the idea with his comment.
"Oh really? So you're saying I make you hard?" Jayden countered on the up swing.
"Because if you are…" A small laugh escaped his throat.
Blake laughed nervously, though he tried everything in his power to make it seem more like a laugh of pure sarcasm.
"Oh sure. It's used to getting excited over bitching and moaning…That's all I hear from a fucking woman and that's all I hear out of you. It doesn't know the difference."
His comment was meant to offend; a subtle way of throwing his bitchy attitude in his face- yet it was met with another snigger from the child-like agent.
"It doesn't know the difference? That's the first sign you know…" Jayden smirked, eyeing the lieutenant as his eyes shot to and from his face to his crotch.
"First sign of what?" Blake sneered, irritation edging back into his voice.
"Being gay." He smirked. "You know, now that I look back it all comes together rather nicely. I've seen the way you look at me…"
There was a second that passed between Norman's small smile and smirk, and the action that occurred shortly afterwards. Blake had licked his teeth and lurched forward rather like a dog does at the end of its chain, only to realize the chain had indeed snapped. So now, the pit bull ran loose- and Blake found himself grabbing Norman and hoisting him up, grabbing his white shirt and pulling it completely free from his slacks.
"…The fuck you just say to me, asshole?" The kid winced as his breath hit his face, turning away as his own gentle face morphed into a scowl.
"I didn't mean-"
"Did you just call me queer? Because I swear to God, Norman-! I'm not gonna take that shit from a fucking buearacrat, let alone a piss-ant like you!"
Watching as Blake's teeth flashed as he talked; his face hardening and eyes (seen through the slight translucence of the glasses) turning into dark pits of pure, awesome horror. They looked bottomless, a fury raging in them like a tempest raged through the ocean. His breath came out in short, rapid bursts as his chest heaved, and it wasn't until then that he had noticed Blake's earlier mentioned erection twitch against his thigh. It sent shivers up his body, resting below his shoulders and making his stomach do little flips. He shot the brute holding him a glance, a glance of uncertainty as he watched that storm rage in Blake's eyes.
Those eyes, however, seemed to soften about meeting his again. It wasn't until Blake closed his lips, hiding those large canines of his to quiet down the predatory motion he was attempting to get across. He would rip the kid's throat out- he'd done it before. The urge was squashed, however, as he realized his erection was brushing the younger man's leg, and noticicing Jayden looked like he just won the fucking golden ticket to the chocolate factory.
There was an awkward silence as Blake placed the kid down with a shove, grunting in his chest as he reached up and fixed his shirt. Smoothing out the wrinkles, he looked back at the hot shot FBI agent with a look of shame mixed with irritation, eyebrows raised and frown firmly set. Yet it disappeared into a brooding, hateful look. It was obvious to Jayden that Blake was embarrassed, but couldn't deny the evidence presented that it indeed had something to do with him. His stomach flipped once more- and he struggled to comprehend what that meant.
'Fuuuuuck. He must get a hard-on when he gets in control of somebody. No wonder why he's always losing his shit in front of everybody- he gets off on it.'
Actually, it wasn't unusual for that to occur. Hell, when he was in college he'd have a hard on like mad before any sort of presentation. He'd known guys in school who got them during sports, hidden only by their athletic wear. The more he considered this, the more Jayden found himself less embarrassed and more sympathetic despite the lietanant's outburst.
"It's alright, Blake, it happens…" He murmured, hoping to soothe the savagery that brewed in the monster that accompanied him in his plight.
"I didn't mean anything by it, okay? I'm…I'm sorry…"
It slipped out of Norman's mouth before he had time to think about it- and it was indeed a very unusual thing for him to say. Yet unlike Blake, who never really apologized or admitted to being wrong- he at least knew when to throw water on a fire, not gas. He couldn't afford to lose the man, now. As much as he hated to say, and it killed and squashed his pride to think it, he'd do pretty much anything he wanted if he had to. It was that, or permanent death. Absolute and final.
Despite already dying once, and finding it peaceful…Another death terrified and clutched at him with just as much terror as in his waking, flesh life. His existance being silenced was especially terrifying now that he didn't see any afterlife but the one present.
"Hmmm, well…" Blake let out a sigh, and if the agent didn't know any better, he'd swear that he once again sounded concerned.
"I don't really even give a shit, so that works for me."
Jayden supposed that was how Blake accepted an apology. So, he took it and nodded his head. Blake fidgeted and turned away, trying to hide as he rubbed his crotch in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure that formed there, yet that plan seemed fruitless, as the agent found himself still looking towards the other male with earnest.
'Why am I watching this? He's at least ten years older then me, an aggressive, dominant man with psychopathic tendancies…Not to mention having the attraction of a fucking snake. A poisonous goddamn snake. Why the fuck you want to watch him practically jack off?'
The psychologist in him couldn't help but analyze Blake, yet couldn't bring to analyze himself. Norman's sudden, distrubing facination didn't go unnoticed, however. Like said snake, he craned his neck in Norman's direction as they locked eyes. His breath caught in his throat at seeing the alpha male's ocean-blue eyes focusing on him behind the glasses with a glare that could only be described as desire. Not how a man has for a woman on their wedding day- or even two lovers out for their first date. Not even the drunken stare of two strangers in a bar as the night ticked down to last call and the bodies of both had long since given in to each other. No, it was like the stare one had when they found something they wanted- like a new, fast car. A pair of expensive shoes by the best designer. A rare piece of art revealed for sale to a high-class collector.
Jayden was just a high-price item to the other man. And just like that, he had bought him.
"I…" The agent stammered, blushing and looking away, acting rather like a child caught by his parents watching porn.
"What'r you thinking, kid?"
"I wasn't thinki'n of anyth'n." His accent slurred.
"Bullshit." Carter breathed, excitement building audibly in his voice.
"You're hungry…and I'm hard. You're a smart guy, eh?"
Jayden blushed deeper, a look of revulsion flashing across his face as he avoided eye contact.
"We still have a payment to work out here…"
"I'm not touching you-"
"Come… here."
The communication didn't need words, more spoken with thoughts and gazes more then simply sounds. It was an order, and instantly Jayden understood what was going to happen. There was a brief hesitation, but in the end he stood up surprisingly fast, legs shaking as they locked into an upright stance, and his gaze was downcast as he looked towards the floor. He stopped in front of Blake by a mere few feet, casting glimpses up towards the lieutenant and meeting his gaze, only to be dominated by his mere presence, averting his blue orbs from his as he glanced back down at the floor.
One could relate the devil's dance between the two as a sparing between alpha and omega wolves- fighting for the top position. Breeding rights to a female, territory, food. Or, perhaps more fitting, they might relate it to a sort of courtship between two animals in heat- where one has to eventually submit to the other far more controlling partner. With a simple glance, Blake had established this. All their human civility meant only so much until it got down to pure and simple animal instinct.
"…On your knees."
Shakily, without much thought, Norman complied. He put out his hands and swallowed as he lowered himself down.
'What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck…'
Norman didn't think much as he did the actions without any real hesitation. He supposed and reasoned it had something to do with suddenly feeling a purpose to his endless waltz in a virtual dream world. Or maybe it was his simple nature and desire to please- something that got him up the ladder in life rather quickly. Most likely, he reasoned, it was a combination of those two- and the sudden feeling of being controlled by someone whom he knew full well had the ability to do so. He caught him off-guard, in the right moment.
Tensing, he watched in a mixture of terror and excitement- nervousness, he supposed it could be called- as Blake took a few steps forward, meeting the man at crotch-height. A full-body shiver rocked through his body from his shoulders down to his legs, and it must have been visible, because he could sense the man in front of him shiver in apprehension as well. Jayden's eyes moved over the crotch of Blake's pants, noticing that already he was bigger then he could have guessed. His mouth went dry as he swallowed from fear.
Memories returned as he remembered meeting the lieutenant in the wasteland. His uncaring, casual yet fearless attitude putting him off to begin with. Then his vulgar mouth added insult to injury…Though Jayden reminded himself he wasn't much better. Though even Jayden didn't have quite the creativity with cursing as the man in black did. His behavior at the meeting later that day sealed the deal for the rest of the experience the two would have until they day Jayden himself died. Brewing, tense hatred that could only be described as disgust for one another's company.
Blake went to undo the button at the top of his pants- sending Jayden into a sudden fit of anxiety. His eyes went wide and for a moment, he tried to stand back up, but a strong hand- Blake's hand- shot out to push him back down by the top of his soft head. They locked eyes again, and as simple as that, control was re-established. There was an obvious desire that flooded Blake's system at seeing the man below him, put into such a position. Jayden sighed in a shaky way, his breath wavering as he glanced back towards the unbuttoned pants.
"…Pull it out."
The words cut into Jayden like a swallowed sword, and he gasped and involuntarily shuddered. Muscles from head to toe contracting and vibrating thusly. Yet those hands of his- soft, pliable hands- moved with little hesitation as he took the worn zipper into his fingers, pulling it down with an audible "zip" as it rested at the bottom. All he saw at this point was a pair of white briefs, and he thanked everything sacred that he couldn't see "it" yet. He felt the man tense slightly, most likely from never having another man touch him before. It was something he recognized easily, his favorite prey being straight men.
Jayden found himself running his fingers along the bulge in those briefs, watching as Blake let out a breath he apparently had been holding for a while. A hand of pure and calculated authority landed on his right shoulder, and he glanced towards it with apprehension as it squeezed its grip just a little. Turning back towards the matter at hand, the agent soldiered himself forward and tugged at the Jockey brand brief's elastic band, a blush easily accompanied his face in the action as it took over his nose and cheeks, face pulsing from the sudden blood rush.
Thick, course pubic hair lined the top of the briefs. He swallowed in response as his fingers slid into them. It felt like he was combing through a bush, not human hair of any kind. This was all so new to him in every way- from the sheer coarseness of the older man's hair, to the little grey strands here and there. (Norman did suppose the carpet matched the drapes) To the sheer size he was going to be taking on.
Norman's fingers brushed down and felt the very erect, very painfully contained length in the man's undergarements. At his touch, Carter winced, and actually took a step back, yet Norman surprised himself as he found his knees crawling along with him, actually rather irritated at having been disturbed. This surprised the young agent, if anything he should be wishing for the experience to end at anytime possible. Already he was far too close to the lieutenant. Already, he should be trying to get away.
The lieutenant's breath hitched in his throat as his emotions spun about. What was "right" and "wrong" according to what had been hammered into his head by society from birth seemed to dissipate as the agent began to feel his cock in his pants. Fingers slowly starting to clasp about his restrained organ. A highly sensitive tool that originally evolved as an instrument to impregnate a female. Yet times changed, and sex's ability to relax and pleasure the body was exploited to the wide depths of human imagination.
Just like in his fantasy, he felt the soft, silky and petal-soft hands of the arrogant, prickish agent on his dick. It made shivers run up and down his sides, and he could feel his cock twitch and stiffen even harder in his touch. Then he began to fish him out, and he swear he almost came right then and there. Instead, he moaned. It came out higher then expected, but not overtly so. Long, drawn out and sounding rather similar to the sound one makes when they feel their backs, legs or feet messaged. That gentle, gracious relief.
As Jayden began his duty, embarrassment once again clutched at him as he reminded himself he was touching Carter Blake's dick. Another blush heated up his face, and as he pulled the stiff organ out, it only increased as he studied the rather thick penis. It had to be the bulkiest one Norman ever held- and it made him swallow back the glob of all-consuming sickness that was rising in his stomach. Certaintly the biggest he'd ever personally had- it was no monster, not quite worthy of being called "huge" or unbelievable- yet to Jayden it was a rather impressive sight. It was thicker then normal, he'd wager, the head itself huge in comparison to the rest of it. Yet it wasn't short, either. It seemed appropriate for his body type. More then he expected- and he realized it was only going to make things more difficult for himself.
'Christ. His balls are fucking big, too. No wonder why he always does what he wants. He's full of fucking testosterone, like a bull or 'someth'n. If someone neutered him…like a good, old dog, he'd be complacent. Like a heifer off to slaughter.'
Blake couldn't help but look down as Jayden took him in- and a smile tugged at his lips as his pride spiked. 'Guess he likes what he sees…' His ego boasted. For a moment, this made Blake so happy a smile spread across his lips, and he laid his hand back as he felt Jayden prizing his cock like he just discovered the Ark of the Covenant.
After a moment of this- a good minute- Jayden finally licked his lips, closed his eyes, and leaned forward. He kissed the insides of the exposed bit of his thighs, hands steady on the older male's hips as he braced himself. Carter whimpered just a touch in his throat, and let out another breath. The kisses were so very soft, even ticklish. This time, he didn't feel any restraint as his left hand steadied himself on the man's right shoulder, thumb and fingers resting there against his neck, gently gripping in a way to encourage rather then force.
Parting his lips only slightly, he felt himself begin to pant and shudder against his will as the agent continued. His lips trailing up and down his strong legs, his flesh pulling away slightly at the warmth that was his breath, hot and surprisingly humid. Like the air outside- like what the devil's breath would be. It stuck and clung to his flesh as goose bumps began to form, and Norman's fingers trailed up and down them at this thought, looking down into the agent's eyes as he immediately looked away in response.
Norman wasn't expecting the officer to be this easily moved. It was his first time with a man- he could tell. This was how they all acted. Blake, however, was even worse. He was a man of intense self-worth whom carried himself on a cloud of dominion over all other living things. How people saw him mattered everything to him in life- and now he was being pleasured by another man. Norman suddenly felt an intense desire to do everything he could to make this the best fucking blowjob he ever gave. It was going to make him scream, it would make him beg. It would bring the lieutenant down a notch, he theorized.
Sad to say, Carter had the exact same thought process.
Looking down, he swallowed another lump in his throat as he attempted to rid himself of the all-over body blush that was working its way through his system. The same could be said for the younger man on his knees- whose skin was starting to break out in intense heat- whose soft, burning hands made his back shiver and cock twitch. The blush increased on the kid, forming especially about the top of his nose and cheeks. It only served to arouse the older male more, seeing him on his knees with his face between his legs, now in that pubic bush that partially blocked his view.
Blake found himself almost wanting to pull away as Jayden's breath then trailed over his dick. Yet the result of it- his erection curling up and becoming even stiffer- made him shake and breathe out in a sudden gasp. He bit back the moan as he clenched his teeth, and finally moved his right hand to cover the man's delicate, brown head. The locks felt like downy pillows, like an animal's soft, sensual fur. It didn't feel course and damaged like his own- but rather like the pretty boy he took him to be. It felt so good between his rough fingers, though he was too nervous to bring his head closer using the extra leverage. Instead, he simply clasped a little, relishing the feel as the agent moved in, finally kissing beneath his shaft.
"Ooooh…Oooh, fuck. Kid…"
Carter finished that pleasurable explitive with a laugh of surprise. His toes curled inside his shoes, and if he hadn't been an older man with experience beneath his belt, he just may have came right then and there. Yet it wasn't over, and he felt Jayden kiss with some hesitation up his length, making them sloppier as his tongue lashed out and began to lick as it neared his head. Carter rose up onto his toes for a second, once again skirting away nervously only to have the agent follow him hungrily like a wolf to a falling sheep. The look in his eyes rather ravenous.
'Stop fucking moving…' Jayden found himself wanting to say, but instead simply thought it. As he reached the man again, his tongue snaked out between his pink, pouty lips, and lapped up along the side of his dick. His teeth playfully scrapping along the way, white, perfectly chiseled incisors play biting the member with the utmost good intentions. Hands on his hips, he made sure the older man wouldn't skirt away this time, as he could feel the excitement rising in his loins. Could hear the man's attempts to bite back the moans, the pants, the pleads to give him just a moment, just a second to stop the intense sensations for just long enough to recollect himself.
Not even pausing, Jayden moved to the other side and did the same there, sloppier, making sure that his hot breath moved fluidly over the officer's now throbbing organ. His sensitive, soft face could feel his heart beat through his cock. It was going by fast and hard, and Jayden could tell that the man had a powerful, strong heart. It worked hard to power such a strong, demanding body with such a hot temper driving it. Jayden moaned wantonly at the thought as he nuzzled the erect penis- brushing the vieny, warm organ along his skin.
He felt Blake move his hard, calloused hands through his hair. Both were there now, mowing through them back and forth like a kitten kneading its mother for more milk. And just like a suckling kitten, he purred low in his throat, resounding in his tight chest at the approval. In response to this sudden display of acknowledgement, the agent licked the bottom of his shaft, moving to the head where he breathed hot and heavy onto the man's rather large head at the end of the thick penis. Flicking it with his tongue, he watched Blake tense and shift again, the hands gripping his hair a little tighter in anticipation as he finally felt himself being engulfed into the other man's mouth.
'Oh my God…'
Blake got a taste of what pure ecstasy had to feel like- if there was a heaven; he had hoped it would be this good. The kid seemed to have a hard time taking and stretching his mouth around the thick, muscular dick- and this drove the other man wild. An intense feeling of pride flooding his chest and making him gasp and grin as the action occurred.
Jayden wished he could form cognitive thoughts in his mind as he wrapped his warm mouth around the even hotter organ. His right hand made its way to the shaft's base, stroking it lightly as he took in the end with his mouth. It would take forever to deep-throat Carter, he reasoned. He was too thick, more so then any other man he'd ever been with. Blake was quite unique in this regard, and found himself fascinated as his tongue moved about about his head and area between the glans and shaft. He tasted different, too. Jayden was sure to catalogue and analyze the flavor. It wasn't so bad, actually. It was unique- having a slightly salty residue from his diet, coupled with the bitter semen taste that he knew had to be from a recent prior ejaculation.
'Wonder if he was thinking of me…'Jayden asked himself, then reached in with his left hand to take hold of the testes.
They had turned blue from the sheer amount of blood pooling in the viens. He rolled them about in his hand between his thumb and fingers, feeling their engorged, pulsing heat that surged with each heartbeat. He felt rather proud this was all intended for him. Then he tasted something wet and salty- a slight sweetness mixed in. It was the saltiest pre-cum he had ever tasted, which told him Blake ate a little too many sodium-laced foods. Yet it was rather tasty in that regard, and he swallowed the clear, slippery substance easily, leaving some to roll about his mouth to wet the cock in his maw.
Carter licked his lips as he lifted his head to gather a look at his living room. He was surprised the scenery had changed without him noticing- even more so that he was in fact in a real location and not back in the ocean floor. Yet Jayden was still there, he knew because of the sensations that were still being given to his body by the kneeling figure. Looking back down confirmed this, and as he moaned deeply at he feeling- Norman took more into his mouth. His stomach flipped and bottomed out in his belly, warmth spreading and growing in the pit of his abdominal area told him it was going to be no time before he would have had enough.
His left hand found its way to the kid's shoulder, gripping it tight as he began to thrust into the young man's slippery, humid heat. Nearly all of his cock was encompassed inside his tight mouth- feeling even better then being inside a woman. His head rolled back as he eagerly bucked his muscular, tight pelvis into what had to be the best orifice he'd ever been inside. Looking down, he saw that his cock had stretched the younger man's mouth, cheeks puffed out and lips expanded. At this, his left hand began to roughly pull his hair up and down his dick. This caused Jayden begin to bob his head accordingly.
Jayden had to resist the reflex to gag as Carter was hitting and probing down his throat. He found it hard to breathe, but ignored these the best he could as he heard the other man moan and grunt. To Jayden, hearing the man make any pleasurable noise was oddly arousing- the fact he had that sort of an effect on such a cold, cruel human being. Like he had been cast in a die, not birthed by a woman. He felt the calloused, strong hands caress his boyish hair fondly. His cheeks blushed red again as Jayden reached up and smoothed along the stretch of soft, sensitive skin that separated his testicles from his anus- running the tips of his fingernails in a zigzag pattern, then making circles. It made Carter jerk and shiver, his voice escalating from pants into a cavalcade of whining moans, his body rocking in it's stance as he grabbed onto Jayden even harsher, fingers digging into his hair and shoulder.
"Christ, Jayden…" He panted out, voice high and full of utter delight.
With every fluid thrust-, which were long and slow at first, yet steadily increasing with each stroke, Jayden bobbed accordingly. Fingers tensing through his locks as his body struggled to intake the sensations and process them. He felt that hand stroking that magical area of skin, and then felt that hand go deeper as he went behind his legs. This caused Blake to tense up, and nearly coughed from shock as he felt the kid's finger in a forbidden zone- moving about his anus but not going in. Blake's reaction was strong and defiant, pressing his legs together despite the pleasurable feeling. Jayden got the hint and moved back to where he was, eyebrows furrowing above his closed eyes. He opened them to give the man above him a glance, watching his face for reactions. He noticed his parted, smooth lips as he panted, mewled and whimpered for more.
Upping the pace, Jayden snaked his tongue around the organ, bringing his mouth back to scrape his teeth around the soft and sensitive flesh. Using the tip of said tongue, he poked at it from below and took it further into his mouth and down his hot throat. He knew Blake was approaching his climax, and could feel himself growing hard against his pants in response.
Blake doubled over and leaned over Jayden so that his chest rested just above his head.- something he never experienced before, so he moved a little slow as he followed the cock backwards and planted it inside of his wet heat. Massaging the base of his cock with his now extended tongue-, he felt Blake increase his pace and reach a point where he no longer had rythmatic strokes. He pushed away all the thoughts of the hate he held for the man as he did everything he could to help him cum as hard as he could.
"Don't stop…Don't stop…Don't stop…" Blake yelled between pants as he could feel the mountain of pleasure escalating and moving towards the peak.
Grabbing his hair so hard it hurt, he pulled it forward as the fingers about his shoulder pinched so hard he could have very well broken the skin. No doubt, bruises would form soon. His hips slammed a whole thirty degrees forward as a horrible, frightening rumble formed in the very depths of his chest and throat as he unleashed a strangely saurian growl and roar that sounded like a creature from the very depths of hell.
"Uhh…Uhhh…Fuck!…Fuck…"
Jayden never experienced such an intense orgasm from another male in all his life. It was terrifying- this was a man. Not some pretty boy in a bar, not some drunken student that had his guard down. A true, hardened man, and he was taken aback when Blake slammed the back of his throat so hard he could have sworn his tonsils were hit, the nerves back there coursing with pain. His head slammed back as he felt the steaming, hot, foaming cum fill his mouth rather like if a can of Redi-whip was shoved into his throat and punchered with a shot gun. It exploded with such force it hurt his whole mouth. Blake still clutched onto the man below him as he panted heavily, unwilling and even incapable of moving.
The younger man felt the aftershocks rush through the other man's body. Each little quake was felt through the skin-to-skin contact as Blake's intense, hard muscles spasmed and contracted around him. Finally, the sensation quieted back as the older man rubbed his shoulder rather affectionately, rather like an owner congratulating its dog after a job well done.
There were no words spoken as Jayden listened to Carter pant, his chest rising and falling against his head and back. Slowly, he grew tired of breathing out his nose and having an older man's cock in his mouth, so he began to pull back. Carter noticed and put weight back on his legs, standing up but not fully, as he allowed the kid to separate their two temporarily conjoined bodies. For a few surprisingly long minutes, they were one person, copulating orally in a game of domination and submission.
Then he felt Jayden on him again, and his limp organ jerked to attention once more as he was once again inside his mouth. 'Goddamn, again already?' Thought Blake as he felt himself being licked up and down, but was disappointed to find that Jayden was simply cleaning him off. He finished and sat back, legs splayed a little as his erection poked against his pants. The kid had swallowed his cum, the warm, now liquefied substance forced down his throat with a few "gulps" as he watched the bulge in his throat disappear down his neck a good two and a half times. A white streak and droplet poked its way out his lips, and his stained-white tongue curled out between those two fleshy pink masses to lick it away and join its kin in his hungry stomach.
'Now that's delicious…'
Blake snapped out of his thoughts as he put his wet, sopping organ back into his briefs then zipped up his pants. Words sat there on the tip of his tongue as he eyed the kid on the floor, whose eyes once again looked lively and bright in his face. Yet it was obvious to the older man that he was ashamed, avoiding eye contact as he looked away from the initial glance. He thought of taunts, of ways to destroy the agent's pride and turn him into a mass of quivering cries and despair.
Yet instead, he found himself saying nothing. A sense of accomplishment flooding his system as his body quivered and jerked at the thought of what had just happened.
' I got Norman Fucking Jayden to give me a blowjob, and he swallowed every last drop.'
Reaching up, he thought it best to leave as he removed the ARI rather casually. When he did, he found the atmosphere hadn't changed, but Jayden had disappeared. He looked down, expecting there to be one hell of a mess about the carpet on the room.
Except, there wasn't. Not one bit of ejaculate, no white stain streaking the wall or clear stain on the gray carpet. He looked about from left to right, down, even under the coffee table just in case his semen somehow found the ability to teleport itself.
'Where is- Oh wait…'
A teasing, almost boyish smile overtook his face by force. The white contrasting to the beat-red he turned from the fellatio. He slipped on the glasses to find Jayden still panting in the same spot he left him, and looked to have barely registered Carter's re-entrance.
"Hey, Jayden! Still hungry…?"
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