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[mistershadows]

Who: Matt n Will.
What: Satan worship, bleeding, beasts, blood letting, heat, nudity, twins, etc...
Where: All over.
When: Evening O_O
Why: BECAUSE FECKING FECK AIM, LIKE.

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[beckettwhore]

His hand starts to ache a little from the now painful grip of the other mans hand on his, but he doesn't complain, maybe a little wince and biting down on his bottom lip, teeth tugging on the thin layer of skin.

There are a lot of things running through his mind, questions he wants to ask, things that could go wrong...but when he opens his mouth he can't find the words to speak and instead just steps a little closer to Matt, sighing softly.

[mistershadows]

The tension was thick as the doors slid shut, metal shielding them from the normality of the world, clinical white and darkened halls replaced with the confined compartment. He couldn't help but think that last time they were in such a position things had been far more pleasurable.

Matt turned his head, hazel fixed decisively on Will's profile, his grip releasing gently as he realised that couldn't have been wholly comfortable, thumb brushing over the man's knuckles in apology. "Any questions?" he murmured softly, all cold business-like civility gone, replaced with a normal man in an extra-ordinary situation, the lift sinking heavily, sending his heart straight to his throat.

[beckettwhore]

He shivers a little at the metallic scraping noise as the doors slide shut, leaning his slim frame against one of the walls and looking back at him, dark eyes meeting the other mans.

He pauses a little, glad for the relax in grip. He shivers a little as the other mans thumb brushes over his hand and cocks his head to the side in thought for a moment. "Is it going to hurt?" He asks, voice trembling a little more than he'd like, childish fear in his eyes as he looks up at him, because after all much as he likes to pretend or act otherwise he's just a nineteen year old kid. Nothing more than a little lost boy.

[mistershadows]

Matt turned so he was facing away from the doors that would present their newest doom, the temperature rising as the numbers sunk. It wasn't even a particularly gradual thing, just a sudden jolt that had him stumbling a moment for his balance, despite his experience with this circumstance, the heat crowding in like a swarm of rabid insects.

"Not really, just a tiny cut," he promised quietly, taking Will's other hand.

It was the truth. William wouldn't get hurt much. It would be he crippled by the wrath of a taunting beast.

Sweat prickled across his back to the point where he had to unbutton his shirt further to prevent suffocation, releasing now clammy bodily contact. "Jesus... Hot as hell..."

Literally.