Day Six, Trust
Give me the strength.
Give me the strength to go on.
I have only one friend. One friend who stuck with me and wasn't decieving me.
One.
"You have me as well, Fredrich." Faux placed a comforting hand to his shoulder.
Fredrich looked up to stare into his eyes.
"But you're inside my head. That's different."
"Is it?"
"Well, why would you decieve me if you live inside me?"
"The mind plays tricks on people, Fredrich."
"But.."
"Shhh.." Faux placed a finger to his lips. "Just know that I'm on your side." He smiled and leaned closer. "And always will be." He placed his lips to the other's, running slender fingers down his jaw, neck, chest, arms.
He parted the kiss slightly. "How do I know you won't decieve me, too, Faux?"
"I'll show you..."
Faux gently pushed him to the ground, pressing his lips more firmly to the ghost's. Running his fingers along the bare chest once more, down to the stomach and running circles around his belly button.
"Faux..." he looked up at him with uncertain eyes.
"Shhh.." Faux merely shushed him gently before placing kisses down his neck, taking a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hard flesh. Fredrich gasped out, feeling himself subconsciously arching into the touch.
"M-Master.." Faux then ran the thin fingers down into the black pants, feeling around inside until he found what he was looking for.
"Ah!" Fredrich gasped out, thrusting up gently to meet the touch. Faux smirked around the nipple before pulling back and firmly kissing him once more, silencing his gasps.
He began to lightly massage the hardening flesh with his fingers, feeling the sick satisfaction from just how much the other man trusted him. Lovng just how obedient he had become.
He tugged the pants off, lettign the darkness coat the man's ahrdened member. Fredrich cried out into the kiss as Faux ran a finger over the head and sped up his pumping.
Faux separated the kiss, working at his own clothes, taking the hood from his head, revealing a long firey ponytail. As he took the rest of his garments off, Fredrich couldn't help but notice the multiple scars all over the other man's body.
"How..?"
Faux looked up at him, smiling.
"Like you, I have been killed once before." Fredrich was silent for a moment before nodding.
Faux took his hand from Fredrich's cock and the other man groaned from the absense. "Shh... This will not take much longer."
"Please..Faux.." Faux manipulated the darkness in his hand, letting it swirl around his fingers before he pressed it into Fredrich's hole.
Fredrich gasped. It was cold, yet soothing. He thrust against the fingers, wanting more. Faux didn't take long to comply as he pushed another finger in, stretching the man.
He leaned down and whispered into Fredrich's ear.
"Do you want this?"
Fredrich looked up at him, his eyes trusting, pleading.
"Please..."
Faux smirked.
Such trust.
Such wonderfully beautiful trust.
That I will be glad to tear apart after I have had my revenge.
He chuckled slightly before pulling the fingers out and positioning himself.
"If you insist.."
Caen heard the scream. Not a scream of agony, but a scream of pleasure.
For some reason, he was hoping for the scream of agony.
But he felt too weak to even think about it, as his eyes closed, and he drifted into a long, deep sleep.
I'm sorry, Fredrich...
Give me the strength to go on.
I have only one friend. One friend who stuck with me and wasn't decieving me.
One.
"You have me as well, Fredrich." Faux placed a comforting hand to his shoulder.
Fredrich looked up to stare into his eyes.
"But you're inside my head. That's different."
"Is it?"
"Well, why would you decieve me if you live inside me?"
"The mind plays tricks on people, Fredrich."
"But.."
"Shhh.." Faux placed a finger to his lips. "Just know that I'm on your side." He smiled and leaned closer. "And always will be." He placed his lips to the other's, running slender fingers down his jaw, neck, chest, arms.
He parted the kiss slightly. "How do I know you won't decieve me, too, Faux?"
"I'll show you..."
Faux gently pushed him to the ground, pressing his lips more firmly to the ghost's. Running his fingers along the bare chest once more, down to the stomach and running circles around his belly button.
"Faux..." he looked up at him with uncertain eyes.
"Shhh.." Faux merely shushed him gently before placing kisses down his neck, taking a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hard flesh. Fredrich gasped out, feeling himself subconsciously arching into the touch.
"M-Master.." Faux then ran the thin fingers down into the black pants, feeling around inside until he found what he was looking for.
"Ah!" Fredrich gasped out, thrusting up gently to meet the touch. Faux smirked around the nipple before pulling back and firmly kissing him once more, silencing his gasps.
He began to lightly massage the hardening flesh with his fingers, feeling the sick satisfaction from just how much the other man trusted him. Lovng just how obedient he had become.
He tugged the pants off, lettign the darkness coat the man's ahrdened member. Fredrich cried out into the kiss as Faux ran a finger over the head and sped up his pumping.
Faux separated the kiss, working at his own clothes, taking the hood from his head, revealing a long firey ponytail. As he took the rest of his garments off, Fredrich couldn't help but notice the multiple scars all over the other man's body.
"How..?"
Faux looked up at him, smiling.
"Like you, I have been killed once before." Fredrich was silent for a moment before nodding.
Faux took his hand from Fredrich's cock and the other man groaned from the absense. "Shh... This will not take much longer."
"Please..Faux.." Faux manipulated the darkness in his hand, letting it swirl around his fingers before he pressed it into Fredrich's hole.
Fredrich gasped. It was cold, yet soothing. He thrust against the fingers, wanting more. Faux didn't take long to comply as he pushed another finger in, stretching the man.
He leaned down and whispered into Fredrich's ear.
"Do you want this?"
Fredrich looked up at him, his eyes trusting, pleading.
"Please..."
Faux smirked.
Such trust.
Such wonderfully beautiful trust.
That I will be glad to tear apart after I have had my revenge.
He chuckled slightly before pulling the fingers out and positioning himself.
"If you insist.."
Caen heard the scream. Not a scream of agony, but a scream of pleasure.
For some reason, he was hoping for the scream of agony.
But he felt too weak to even think about it, as his eyes closed, and he drifted into a long, deep sleep.
I'm sorry, Fredrich...