Psychotic (boyxboy)

Chapter Two

Scott pulled up to the apartment complex and turned off the car, the dull roar silencing immediately. His gaze shifted over to the silent man. Mitch, he reminded himself. "Do you want me to call anyone?" He asked, tilting his head, his eyes twinkling with kindness.

Mitch turned his head and stared at him, frowning slightly. "No. No one's expecting me." The man's voice held hidden humor, a cynical kind that sent shivers of unease down Scott's spine. Mitch's aura threw Scott for a loop. He looked innocent, but he wasn't quite sure if he was.

"O-oh. Okay. Do you have a place to stay?" Scott asked, fixing his eyes on the concrete wall just feet away. There was no answer for a few moments.

"No."

Scott cringed and glanced at him. Jesus Christ, could anyone add more anger and hatred into such a simple word. "Okay... you can sleep in the guest room if you want." He suggested softly, looking at his lap.

Mitch chuckled and finally turned his head towards the man, fixating his gaze on his face for the first time since the pair met. Instantly, Scott's cheeks colored at the unexpected attention. "That would be lovely." The dark haired man purred, his voice as smooth as silk, wrapping around Scott in a lovely embrace.

The blonde man nodded and swallowed awkwardly, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. "Okay." He whispered and mentally scolded himself for sounding like a teenage girl who finally got her crush to notice her. Another chuckle erupted from Mitch, the sound sounding much darker than before.

Unable to take the awkward atmosphere, Scott leaped from the vehicle. Heat creeped down his neck and he smacked his forehead. "Stupid, stupid." Now Mitch would know that he rattled the tall man's nerves. A sigh slipped through his lips and he shook his head. He composed himself and leaned down. "You comin'?" He asked, his lips curving up into a pleasant smile.

Mitch was staring at his lap, extending and clenching his fists slowly, muttering incoherent sentences to himself. At the sound of Scott's voice, he tensed before relaxing, tension visibly melting away from his shoulders. "Yes, of course." He affirmed before slipping out of the car. He rounded the back and stood beside Scott. Scott's eyes dropped down and he cocked his head at the sight of his bare, bloodied feet.

"Where are your shoes?" He questioned stupidly. Mitch lowered his head to stare at them, the emotions in his eyes dancing between nothing and anger. Finally, his shoulders loosened and he shrugged.

"Can we go inside now?" He inquired boredly, returning to stare at Scott. Scott blushed and nodded, backing up.

"Y-yes." The blonde man cringed at the stutter and mentally rolled his eyes. He sounded like a child. Honestly, he was embarrassed for himself.

Mitch didn't seem to notice, tapping his foot against the concrete impatiently, staring at a point with an intense glare, causing goosebumps to go down Scott's spine. Something about the young man bothered him; the aura he gave off was cold... dangerous.

He shook it off and rushed to the front door of the complex, holding it open. Mitch briefly glanced over at Scott and smirked, shaking his head.

This would be too easy.

Mitch's face breaks into a smile and he strode over, his feet seeming to barely brush the ground. His thin arms swung gently at his sides, propelling his in a fluid motion. The brunette's loose clothes swayed around him, clinging to the man at all the right moments. Mitch reached up and brushed away his fringe, releasing a small puff of air. Scott was in awe, his rosy lips parted. He gulped and looked away, a blush blemishing his cheeks.

Mitch arched a brow and smirked, noticing the taller man's reaction. Scott found him attractive. Perfect. He bit a lip and looked him over. He could definitely use that to his advantage. Mitch brushed past him, their skin kissing each other with a feather-like touch. He heard Scott release an almost inaudible sigh as he followed him in.