Edited by: Tangent Joker
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Cola brown eyes watched the cold, heavy, metal gun pass from one set of slender manicured fingers to the other. He watched his small... lover? Was that what he would consider Justin? No, most likely not. He had loved Justin once upon a time. That love was now replaced by fear. Jin knew what Justin was capable of. Hell, he was usually the punching bag.
"You... you aren't going to hurt anyone, right? Just scaring him, right?" he whispered.
"Shut up, slut," Justin snapped, smirking at the pretty blonde female. "We don't have to answer to you."
The blonde smiled at Jin, though there was nothing warm there.
"I've been wanting to end them for a long time. It is just a better ending when things are messy." Jin felt sick. Justin used people like little game pieces and apparently the new female friend liked to write about her puppets. Both forced people to do what they normally wouldn't do.
These two had come together to try and break Mark and Maddox up time and time again. Ever since Thanksgiving, they had seemed to be on a war path. As the weather grew warmer, Justin grew colder.
The unnamed blonde snorted, "I mean it was kinda hot when they were this whole forbidden romance thing but now that they haven't had any issues... I just want to see Maddox suffer after everything he did to me."
He had to warn somebody. That was all there was to it. Justin was crazy enough to kill someone. He didn't question that. Jin went over everything he knew in his head. He knew Justin's first name, Mark's first name and Maddox's first name. He knew they weren't supposed to be together. But that could be because they were gay, couldn't it? He knew the pretty blonde knew them both and wanted to see them pay for hurting her somehow. He didn't know the plan. He only knew that now there was a gun involved.
Jin was jolted from his thoughts when the gun was placed on his forehead.
"I said, 'Are you?'" Justin snarled.
Jin looked from the blonde to Justin. He had been so wrapped up on how to tell someone that he hadn't been listening. He knew that was a terrible mistake as Justin hated to be ignored.
"You aren't going to tell anyone are you, shithead?" Justin growled again.
Jin quickly shook his head "no" and flinched when he heard the gun click, firing an empty shot.
"You are lucky she took the bullets out." He laughed, watching Jin try to swallow down his terror.
They were both crazy and had no regard for human life. He wondered how two good looking people from good families had ended up this twisted. There was some deep problem, some sickness, that had infected their core. He quietly moved into the corner, letting the wolves talk about their plot. He watched the predatory cruelness in their eyes as they licked their lips.
~*~*~*~
That night, Jin was in bed alone. Justin was at Mark's again and the silence was nice. He looked up at the ceiling, noticing how it was crumbling. You would think with how expensive it was to come here that the ceiling would be holding up a little better.
Even if it was all falling apart, Jin felt safe. This was his home more so than anyplace had ever been. He hated to think of his safe haven falling to pieces. A door in the hall slammed loudly enough to make Jin jump and hard enough to cause some of the ceiling to flake off like bits of ash.
Justin had seemed so nice... All his life he had just wanted someone nice. His father had never really been the affectionate type. He was always flying from one business meeting to another. He had wanted Jin to get into a good school. GWU was not considered a good school. It didn't matter now, though. This was his school.
Jin rolled over and pulled the sweatshirt-like blanket up to his chin. It would be easy. Tomorrow he would go talk to the Campus Police and they would stop Justin if he really did plan to do more than scare. They had to listen. This was a real threat. The law never failed. He truly believed that with all of his heart.
~*~*~*~
Mark walked down the steps of his dorm room. Maddox was away on some interview which he hoped was going well. Over the past few months, the couple had been looking into other teaching jobs for Maddox. They wanted to be public with their relationship and that meant one of them had to move.
Being the one temporarily in school, Mark had argued that he should be the one to switch. Maddox had insisted that he wanted to move somewhere that was a bit more hands on. He even considered moving to a high school since it was the students he really cared about.
Mark impaled a greasy sausage, swiping it through some sticky maple syrup. Turning the page of his anatomy book, he looked at the intestinal section of a cat. He had to memorize each part, know its correct spelling and functions.
He kept saying them in the order that they were used... or, at least, that was what he was supposed to be doing. Instead, he kept thinking about his lover and his job interview. He closed the monstrous textbook and smiled, recalling the morning's events. He rarely ever spent the night in his dorm anymore and Maddox's place felt like him. The crumbling ceiling, chipped paint and even the balding carpet.
He had tied Maddox's tie this morning. He had kissed his freshly shaved cheek and then those sinful lips. He had definitely learned how to use those lips over the past few months.
Mark took in a deep breath. He realized breakfast was almost over and if he planned to move anytime soon, he needed his erection to go down. Damn, he had picked a bad time to wear his collage sweatpants. He tried to take a page from Cassie's book and people watch until the passionate thoughts of Maddox left him.
He watched a few sorority girls nursing hangovers with blue Powerade as their more dedicated sisters were scribbling away in fancy notebooks. He watched the guy everyone referred to as Omelet Man pour some eggs onto the large griddle.
A flash of movement caught his eyes as he watched a slender Asian boy swipe his card and dart through the dining hall, barely pausing to grab an apple. He wondered where he was going in such a hurry. Likely some study meeting, if he was making up stories.
Realizing he was safe to leave, Mark took his plate to the dirty dish drop off and headed to his dorm room. He really should make more of an effort to hang out with Justin and Cassie more. They had been such good friends to him.
~*~*~*~
He wasn't here again. He never was anymore. Mister Perfect seemed to have all of Mark's attention, just like Noah had when they were kids. Mark just looked through him. After tonight, though, that would all change. Mark would have to see him after tonight, after all he was going to do.
Justin walked over to Mark's side of the room, running his dainty polished fingers over the bed spread. He hadn't slept in it yet. Not after Mark had, anyway. On the rare occasion that Mark spent the night in their room, he saturated his bed with his scent. Justin would then hold out a day or so and let the scent linger in the room before he would crawl into Mark's bed and think of him.
It had been a week almost. Justin rolled his T-shirt over his head and slipped out of his underwear. His eyes flicked to the door and was reassured it was dead bolted. It would provide him an extra moment or two if someone happened to try and enter.
Sure he wouldn't be interrupted, he grabbed one of Mark's dirty shirts and a pair of his boxers. This was almost a ritual to him now. The shirt went down on to Mark's pillow, enhancing the scent that was already there. Justin slipped between the covers and set the boxers next to him. Closing his eyes, he envisioned Mark's hands and lips on his body.
He imagined his soft fingers touching his own lips, like a lover might. Tracing down to his neck, gentle at first, and then constricting his airway with pressure on his throat. Mark would take total control of him, take what he wanted and break Justin's control freak nature down. Gasping a little, Justin's body prickled with heat. His fingers moved to his own erect nipples "Mark... Fuck me, Mark," he whimpered, wanting to be taken care of tonight.
The Mark of his sinful fantasy would, of course, give him everything he asked for. He rolled his nipples between his fingers, and dug his heels into the bed, arching his back to press against the man who would never be there.
In an almost trance like state, Justin reached for his favorite lotion and squirted a liberal amount in his hand.
"I love you," he told Mark, turning his head to inhale Mark's scent. A slender finger teased the head of his cock, thumbing the slit. The slick digit traveled down, touching each vein before his entire hand clasped over his balls.
He tugged, whimpering a little, but his cock lurched. His member, begging to be touched again, drooled onto his taught stomach. He knew, as soon as he touched himself, this fantasy wouldn't last. He parted his legs for Mark as a finger dipped inside.
"Please," he begged, wanting to feel full. His wish was granted as a purple cock entered him, filling the void.
The blonde thrashed with pleasure, feeling Mark inside of him. His hand then grasped his member. He fucked himself, and jerked at a furious pace. His heels dug in again, and he felt himself getting ready to combust. The pleasure coiled inside of him like a furious serpent ready to strike.
Closer... Closer.... Almost... He heard the grind of keys in the door and his eyes flew open.
"Hang on!" He yipped, scrambling out of his roommate's bed and throwing the unused boxers and the shirt back into Mark's heap of clothes. He pulled the toy out and his legs felt weak and shaky.
Thankfully, Mark had stopped trying to enter as Justin scrambled to put clothes back on. He tucked his erection back into his pants, in an upward position. Fuck, it hurt to walk. He unlocked the door and saw a sheepish Mark on the other side.
