Chapter 2: Vincent's Arrival

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Scott PROV :

The next morning I get up, scratch my oak brown hair and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I saw something written on my mirror saying " Hey Sukotto I'm BACK!" ( sukotto is japanese for scott, yes Vincent has been practing but who cares ♥●♥) " huh?" i said , then suddenly I felt something squeeze my butt... " BOO!" I shrieked in terror. Later on Time skip to 11:59 I was in my uniform walking in the scariest job I didn't expect I'd have with my faggot cousin, Vincent Ryukai. ( this story is in Tokyo, Japan. ) Any who I sat down in front of my desk looking at the monitor while Vincent wouldn't stop looking at my pants. What The Fuck! I thought. I looked at his violet face with a hint of a pink zig zag line across his face with a molesting grin. Oh no I thought.

TIMESKIP to 7:32 I was exausted from being paranoid even though I had someone next to me. " hey sukotto-san can we go home? Please? " "sigh Fine." "And can you make TOAST PLEASE?" " yes" I said calmy ttying not to punch him my car. FLASHBACK : me and Vincent were kids playing tag and that's the same day when I figured out that he sexually liked me. I liked him too but that way though. That's when I told him that I'm moving away. 13 years ago I could still remember the screams and cries he made while I left. Aww man it was horrible to walk away like that. I still can't believe that he's not mad anymore. FLASHBACK OVER : " Scott..scott..scott..SCOTT! LOOK OUT!" "OH SHIT!" I swerved the car over to the right causing the driver behind me to honk their horn. What a relief. Whew

Back at Scott's house......Vincent PROV
"Hey Sukotto-san TOAST remember? " " oh yea hang on " as he walked off I looked at his switching butt. I felt a bulge in my pants , I bit my lip hoping scott doesn't come back ....I yanked my pants down and started jacking off.....the door swung open and scott eyes were wide. He looks so cute without his mask. I thought. That's what came to my mind.....game we can play....together.

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