Dancing In the Shadows

-Original RP-

Dark 2

by Shuuki and Pookie –

Justin: Justin sat on the couch clicking the blade of the cutter in and out. A sheet was draped loosely over his lap - his only cover against the cool of the factory apartment. He didn't shiver. He stared distantly at the blade flicking in and out of its blue plastic holder, glinting as it caught the light with each pass.

Rick: Rick stepped out of his bathroom, trying to dry his wet hair, his attention focused on the familiar clicking sound. He watched Justin play with the small blue cutter a while, mesmerized by the dull sound and the small glitters of light. He then silently moved towards Justin, stopping quietly behind him.

Justin: Justin vaguely detected Rick's footfalls behind him but gave no indication of it. He continued staring and clicking

Rick: Rick followed Justin's gaze, trying to find what could possibly so interesting. After staring out at nothing for a few minutes, the dull clicking hammering into his mind, Rick gave a small sigh. He was starting to grow bored of this...

Rick: He was feeling slightly annoyed by this whole situation now. He quickly reached for the cutter, closing his hand on the blade as it was coming out. Pain danced in his hand as small drops of red appeared. "Stop that." His voice was cold and was not meant to be questioned.

Justin: Justin's head swiveled heavily toward Rick. His dull eyes glinted slightly as the crimson caught them.

Justin: "Yes sir..." he whispered.

Justin: Even he could not tell if his tone was submissive or sarcastic.

Rick: He released his grip on the blade and could feel a drop of blood dripping down his fingers from his cut. His cold hard gaze was set straight on Justin. He was not sure what he had heard in Justin's tone - if anything...

Justin: Justin brought the blade up into his line of sight. He gazed at it blankly for a moment before cleaning it with his tongue.

Rick: He stared at Justin and slowly clenched his fist...he was almost expecting him to start clicking the blade again...

Rick: He wanted him to do it again...

Justin: Justin sighed heavily and opened his eyes. He looked up at Rick. "What?"

Rick: He slowly raised an eyebrow, his gaze unmoving, and did not say a word. This was slowly becoming a game to him... His fist was clenched hard now, his nails digging into his fresh cut.

Justin: "WHAT?!" The shout was explosive, angry, unexpected. "What?! What?! What!?"

Justin: He was screaming. Where was the lackadaisical boy that had just been sitting on the couch?

Rick: He had not expected that and took a small step back. An instant later his entire body tensed and turned, his fist flying through the air, smashing into Justin's face

Rick: A satisfied grin appeared on his face as he heard the dull thunk of his fist hitting. In his mind, he had won his game, even if he had not expected it to be won this way...

Justin: He could hear himself laughing in his head even as it snapped backward under the force of Rick's fist. He lingered for only a moment as he hit the cushions. He pushed himself back up and spat the pool of blood from his cheek to the floor. He screamed something else at the large teen above him, but it came out a garbled mess... something like "Finally," and "Thank you sir."

Justin: None of it made any sense to him anyway. Not one bit of it. He had no idea where his mind was at this point. He just craved sensation... anything to pull him out of the cold place his spirit had gone.

Rick: He could not decipher exactly what Justin was screaming, but it did not matter. He had seen the blood, he had heard the laugh, he had heard the scream. His lips curled into a deadly grin, his eyes growing more and more wild as his heart slowly accelerated. His fist flew again, calm and accurate, slamming hard into the kid's stomach.

Justin: Now he was angry.

Rick: Madness was a safe haven, anger was his guide...

Justin: He staggered to a stand, the sheet slipping from his waist. He stood, naked, blood dripping from his mouth, breath hitching. He raised his eyes slowly to meet Rick's. A moment of heavy breathing passed between them. He knew he couldn't best the larger boy but he smirked anyway. "Fuck. That the best you can do? You want submission, you could just ask. Don't play games with me."

Rick: "I never ask."

Justin: "DON'T PLAY GAMES WITH ME!" His eyes snapped blue fire.

Rick: He cracked his knuckles, his fist tainted with blood, and looked at Justin. He smirked as Justin started getting even angrier. He lowered his arms, exposing his naked chest, inviting the youth to take his best shot.

Rick: 'I will play with you... as much as I want...'

Justin: "You think you can win? You think if you hit me that makes you the winner? Where'd you pick up that redneck piece of philosophy?"

Rick: His gaze turned harder "What would you know?"

Rick: "You haven't done anything..."

Rick: Only the strong survive, etc, etc... all those crap theories were coursing through his head. None of them meant anything to him out here. You want something, you take it. And you have fun taking it...

Justin: "I know I get to you."

Rick: "Do you really think that?"

Justin: "Did you think you were the only one hurting? That you're the only one who's dark? That your pain means more than someone else's? You told me to get over myself. Ever consider taking your own advice?"

Justin: "Or is this all you understand anymore?" Justin was suddenly at Rick's chest, the cutter poised over his heart.

Rick: Justin's words were hammering through his mind. He did not even realize Justin came up to him. He did not see the blade on his heart. He just felt his fury rising in him. His fist was now trembling... His eyes shot at Justin, unveiled fury dancing in them...

Rick: He raised his hand and grabbed Justin's wrist. "What do you want then?" His words were dripping with poison. He slowly started pushing Justin's wrist and thus the blade into his flesh...

Justin: Justin's smile was sensuous. "It's a bitch when someone hits the nail on the head isn't it?" The cutter didn't worry him; the blade could only cut so deep after all - He braced himself for the onslaught he knew would follow...

Rick: He could not take it anymore... He twisted Justin's wrist and wrenched the cutter out of his hands. In the same movement he grabbed the back of his head and pulled hard, exposing his neck. It only took an instant for the cold blade to be pressed hard on Justin's throat.

"Yeah, it is...and you know what happens after that?"

Justin: Justin swallowed hard. "You erase the disturbance, right?... That makes it all better doesn't it?"

Rick: He smiled, a cold deadly smile, his grip not diminishing "Oh it never makes it better... I thought you'd know that at least..."

Rick: He pressed the blade deeper into the soft flesh and watched a small thin line of red form...

Justin: Justin's eyes softened at those words. He gazed up into Rick's face without flinching under his cold stare. "You don't want to feel better do you?"

Rick: "I am no hypocrite. I don't ask for what I do not deserve."

Justin: Justin smiled softly. "Then I'll ask. I'll ask you to do things to me..."

Rick: He raised an eyebrow "What makes you think I'll listen?"

Justin: His smile widened a bit and he nuzzled Rick's hand lightly. "Because I get to you..."

Rick: What was happening to him?...

Rick: The pressure of the blade slowly diminished, even if he did not pull it back.

Justin: He licked tentatively at stray rivulets of blood on Rick's hand.

Rick: He did not move. His eyes were still staring at Justin, but they were slowly loosing their dangerous touch.

Justin: He peaked from under strands of golden curl, blushing pink.

Justin: 'And you get to me...'

Rick: He saw the blush and a small smile formed on his lips.

Rick: 'Damn you...how come you can do this to me?...'

Justin: Justin looked longingly at the smile that graced Rick's lips and back up to Rick's eyes.

Rick: "So what do you want then?" His voice was calm now, almost soft considering...

Justin: He could feel his need growing... "Do things to me... Rick.." His voice betrayed his need... for exquisite pain and pleasure. His naked skin felt hot...

Rick: He ran a finger down Justin's cheek, his smile turning almost mischievous. He leaned closer to Justin and whispered in his ear "Things...?"

Justin: His whole body shivered in response. A sigh escaped him, Rick's name threaded through it. "Rick..."

Rick: He let the sound of his name wrap around his cold body with a smile. He nibbled lightly at his ear before trailing kisses down Justin's soft neck.

Justin: Justin released a moan under Rick's mouth, arching his neck to the side to allow him full access. "Rick..." he breathed. "Bite me."

Rick: And he did as he was asked. He sank his teeth into Justin's exposed neck... again and again...

Justin: "Oh god... oh... un!" he whimpered and murmured.

Justin: He melted and ignited all at once at the sharp touch.

Justin: He wanted to sink to the floor, Rick's heavy body dominating his, raining pleasure down over it.

Rick: He kept biting down on his neck... small bites, sharp bites... as he reached his collarbone, he slowly started sucking on it. At the same time, he was slowly pushing Justin's body down towards the ground...

Justin: He was ready... all at once. He needed Rick slamming inside him, his hands everywhere. He writhed and cried out, body aflame.

Rick: As he laid Justin on the cold floor Rick pulled back. He looked at the warm body under him and felt his own burn up. He leaned and kissed Justin's soft lips, his hand softly trailing down his chest...

Justin: Justin clawed down Rick's back, bucking his hips against him. He whimpered needily into the kiss...

Rick: He deepened his kiss, his tongue exploring every corner of his mouth. His hand finally reached its goal, and Rick ran his fingers teasingly along Justin's manhood.

Justin: He separated their mouths with a cry. He arched his back desperately toward Rick's hand. "Do it... touch me... hurt me... now, Rick, now!"

Rick: His body shivered at the cry. And he obeyed, his hand stroking Justin roughly for a few moments before wandering lower. Without pause, he probed inside Justin while capturing his mouth in a wild kiss again.

Justin: Every sense blazed. Breath came in rapid heaves. More more more...

Rick: He thrust his finger deeper and harder... His heart was beating wildly... his senses were exploding...

Rick: Suddenly he pulled away and passed Justin's legs over his shoulder. In one fluid move he entered into Justin...

Justin: Justin's head shot backward and he screamed to the wall behind him. As Rick began that wonderful rhythm his head rocked and he sobbed. "Yes.. oh yes Rick, yes..."

Rick: He heard his name uttered and felt his blood boil... He accelerated his rhythm, pounding hard into Justin...

Justin: He was surrender and pleasure under Rick, body damp and blushing, cock standing hard and slapping against Rick's flat stomach.

Justin: "More... please more..." he uttered breathlessly.

Justin: "So good..."

Rick: He felt Justin's hard on brushing against his stomach and his hand wandered to grab it. He started stroking it, the rhythm accelerating until he was stroking and pounding into Justin madly.

Justin: He knew he couldn't hold on. He played with himself, trying to resist, to make it last. But Rick's hand shattered his control and he blazed toward the sweet end. "Yes! Yes!" He shouted with abandon as he came, pulsing in Rick's hand.

Rick: He felt Justin's seed spread all over his stomach... He felt all the sensations exploding through his body... He suddenly arched his back and yelled out his name as he came in strong jets inside Justin's warm body. "Justin!"

Justin: "Rick... Rick..." he clung to the older boy as he felt him surge inside, scant tears running down his cheeks.

Rick: He heard his name called and looked down at Justin, a smile spread across his face... He wiped away a tear from Justin's cheek and softly kissed his lips. "Justin..." he whispered.

Justin: He savored the sweet kiss and wondered... 'Can you hear how much I love you when I say your name?'

Justin: 'God only knows why... but I do...'

Rick: His body shaking lightly, he nuzzled his head on Justin's chest, a small happy sigh escaping his lips. He would never be able to understand this feeling he always had in his arms... he had thought he had lost it a long time ago. But he was content now, letting the warmth of his lover wrap around him and hold him...

Justin: He closed his eyes and sighed in the afterglow that settled around them, his body still shuddering on and off with the bliss of their lovemaking. He held Rick close to him and stroked his head. He murmured into Rick's black hair, "So good Rick..."

'I love you Rick... so much... good night.'

And he smiled and fell to sleep, holding Rick in his small arms.