BL Smut One Shot

Damien x Matt

Name: Damien

Age: 30

Occupation: serial killer

Name: Matt

Age: 26

Occupation: electrician

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*third person*

Matt called out to Damien from the backdoor, eagerly urging him to join in an adventure to an abandoned asylum. The imposing structure had a haunting history, having operated from 1895 until 1999, when it was finally shut down due to reports of outdated practices and patient mistreatment. Damien, with a sense of anticipation, assured Matt that he was ready and descended the stairs with a purposeful stride, backpack in tow. As they embarked on their exploration, the older of the two took the lead, driven by a shared passion for discovering forgotten places. However, it was Damien who seemed particularly drawn to the thrill of these experiences.

Damien carefully assisted Matt into his rugged truck and deftly stowed his backpack in the backseat, ensuring that no sound would give away their departure. Matt, always closely shadowing his boyfriend, looked up eagerly as they set off. "How far is this abandoned asylum?" Matt inquired, fixing his gaze on Damien, who was navigating away from their home. "It's about an hour's drive," Damien replied softly, casting a smile at his boyfriend. The smile seemed tinged with a hint of cunning, but he quickly masked it with a different expression.

*hour later*

As they arrived at the asylum, Damien carefully grabbed the backpack and then opened the passenger door for Matt. "Take my hand," Damien spoke softly as he helped Matt out of the truck. The asylum loomed over the boys with an almost dead silent look, as if it was trying to lure them in, or perhaps just one of the boys to play its mysterious game. "It is eerie out here," the slight tremble in Matt's voice caught Damien's attention as he looked down at the boy. "It is eerie, but you have me," Damien said as he took the lead with the first step towards the worn-down entrance.

The heavy wooden door creaked loudly against the worn flooring of the abandoned Asylum as it was pushed open, letting in a waft of stale air. With each step, the couple's shoes crunched over the accumulation of dirt and debris on the ground. A musty, ancient odor permeated the air, and an unexplained chill seemed to hang in the atmosphere. As their initial wariness subsided, Matt's curiosity heightened as he peered into the dimly lit rooms ahead. Unbeknownst to him, Damien quietly disappeared into the darkness behind them, slipping into a room they had previously inspected. With a soft rustle, he unzipped his backpack, retrieved his mask and knife, and prepared for whatever lay ahead.

Matt came to a stop in the dimly lit hallway, pausing at the entrance of a room with a peculiar sight—a metal table placed conspicuously in the center. He glanced back, half-expecting Damien to be trailing behind, only to find no sign of him. "Not unusual," he mused to himself, knowing Damien's tendency to venture off, keeping an eye out as long as Matt was safe. Stepping into the unfamiliar room, Matt's eyes fell upon the sight of what appeared to be an operating room. "An odd location for a patient hallway," he muttered softly, taking in the peculiar surroundings as he began to explore the room.

His hand brushed lightly against the cold metal table just as he caught sight of a figure wearing a mask standing at the doorway. His body instinctively tensed as he fixed his gaze on the mysterious intruder. Before he could utter a word, the imposing man lunged at him and seized him. Fear engulfed Matt once again, and he trembled violently in the grip of the man before him. "Why are you shaking, sweetie?" The question, delivered with feigned sympathy, only intensified Matt's unease. "D-Damien?!" Matt's trembling voice quivered, exuding shock and fear. "Yes, it is me. I wanted to show you what I do when I go out past midnight," Damien revealed, his voice taking on a sinister tone that sent shivers down Matt's spine. "However, my dear Matt, what I do to them will be truly different from this experience," he explained, but it did little to ease the fear and confusion etched on Matt's face.

Gripped in Damien's right hand, a mask and a knife, his boyfriend's actions truly terrified the poor boy. The expression in Damien's eyes resembled that of a predator toying with its prey. "I know you mentioned a minor change would be fun on our intimate side.." Damien said slowly as he twirled his knife in his hand, playing with it like some toy. In a swift motion, he clasped onto the back of Matt's neck, resulting in the shorter man gasping in shock. Damien wasted no time in pushing Matt onto the metal table. Goosebumps quickly emerged on Matt's body as he felt the coldness of the table.

"Damien.. Damien could hear what he had said because his voice, much smaller and quieter, was only audible because of the utter silence of the building: "Scaring?" I don't believe I am. The scare is on others, you are going to enjoy this.." He seethed out all the while running his fingertip along Matt's soft flesh and pulling at his pale blue t-shirt. "either willingly submit, or I take, but I rather have consent from someone I love." Damien spoke near Matt's ear, as the blade of his knife turned sideways to the flat end of Matt's shirt, demanding a soon answer. "I won't hurt you.." Damien added as he grazed Matt's arm with the flat end of the icy blade, watching as Matt jumped from the touch.

Matt took a long and silent pause, carefully considering his choices as his heart fluttered with anticipation rather than fear. "Yes, Damien.." Was Matt's answer. What could happen to Matt? If Damien truly loves Matt, he wouldn't be so cruel. Would he? Damien smirked. However, it wasn't visible because of the mask he was wearing. He carefully positioned Matt in a sitting posture, taking off his T-shirt and other clothing. Nonetheless, his impatience grew significantly, prompting him to use his knife to cut Matt's underwear. The action performed by Damien made Matt gasp audibly. Fear and arousal ran through Matt's veins, constantly present and visible.

The eerie chuckle from his boyfriend's mouth was sinister. You're full of fear... But yet, look at you, baby... His boyfriend's eerie chuckle from his mouth was sinister. "You are so scared... But look at you, baby... It turns you on," Damien pointed out as he removed his mask before Matt could speak up. Damien's lips marked the neck, leaving a trail down to the collarbone along with his constant companion, the knife. Perhaps not completely unheard of, but a slight cut on Matt's side, causing just a negligible amount of blood on his pale flesh. The blade had a small amount of blood on it, and Damien's eyes sparkled with desire.

The unexpected quickness of Damien, a grasp on Matt's neck, and pure strength made him gulp as Damien forcefully pressed his lips to Matt's. A fever kiss and the feeling of the burn from the cut made Matt moan out. Damien thought it out very well. A minor cut to another spot on his body, and another earful of moans from Damien's touch. Damien then proceeded to make Matt stand and bend over the metal table. The prep for what was about to happen was very short, but something Matt was used to. Then the sound of Damien's pants unzipping and hitting the dirty floor was an indicator for Matt. He mentally prepared for it. One minor cut on Matt's back and at the same time roughly entering him. Made Matt cry out and tense up slightly, but the sudden pain quickly turned into moans.

"You like the change, baby?" Damien asked in between his shaky breaths as he thrusted into his lover shaking the metal table. The poor boy was having a difficult time speaking, and in between moans he said "Y-yes sir." That was what he was asked to call Damien at such times. The building became more active, in the sense that Matt and Damien's actions sounded through the building, cutting through the silence like a knife. Matt's skin was flushed with embarrassment. Such acts, in his mind, should be done in their own homes. But here they are, in some abandoned asylum, screwing each other. The moans and sound of skin hitting against one another could be heard if someone were to enter the building to 'explore' as such would with buildings like this.

Damien picked up the pace and shifted Matt like Matt was some rag doll for his pleasure, the speed was sending a shockwave of pleasure through Matt. "close sir..." Matt gasped out and was trying to rock into Damien's thrust trying desperately to meet it. Making Damien grunt in satisfaction. "Almost. Hold out a bit longer." Damien gritted out as his hand gripped tightly on Matt. He was trying to get himself closer to the climax that Matt was feeling, he wanted to release at the same time. He leaned forward slightly bit into Matt's shoulder and grunted out "Okay" a simple word, but was enough to have Matt cry out a shaky moan as he and Damien both orgasm. After riding out the high. They both got dressed. minus Matt's underwear that lay on the floor from being cut off by Damien, they grabbed the backpack and headed out into the evening sky. Back into the truck and back home to shower and Matt to be cuddled and fed.