The Night, Again.

I Will Fear

Okay so wow I just found this photo so let's pretend Josh is being defensive  and not just playing with Tyler here. Okay please enjoy the last chapter!
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As some people filed into the swelling club, Josh shoved his way out after the stranger. His huffs left clouds in the crisp air. On the street cars passed by, blinding lights demanded attention, and girl's giggles carried for what could seem like miles. He turned his head and followed a black heel around a corner. The stranger was moving with a fast stride. Josh rounded the corner and it was like the first time, but this time the mood was different. He passed dumpsters and dim lights.

Josh was hot, bothered, and angry all at the same time. He came fast up behind the stranger, gripped his left shoulder and grabbed it so that he would face Josh. The strangers jaw dropped and he let out an "umph" as Josh shoved him against the brick back wall of the club. The music from the club left the air with a slight vibration. The drinks Josh had downed were hitting him now. If he had one more shot, there was no doubt that he would be a slurring, stumbling mess at the moment. He fought back a burp, lowing his head but never letting up on his grip. He shoved his full weight against the man on the wall who was only capable of letting out grunts.

"Fucking remember me, fucker?" Josh cocked his head, a smile on his lips. The stranger was silent, his eyes fixed on Josh. "Answer me, you fucking asshole! Remember me? You cut me up pretty bad," Josh showed his neck where there was a small bandage with some paper tape adhering it onto his skin. "I fucking remember you cunt, ohhh, how I've thought so much about what I'd do if I ever got my hands on you again," The stranger opened his eyes more at the phrase 'hands on you again'.

Of course the stranger knew who Josh was. He loved the feeling of slicing this man open, seeing his blood hit the floor, the shock in his eyes, oh yes; and how rock hard they both got from it all. He, the stranger; never even got to know this guy's name. The guy he had thought about while he offed himself for the past what.... Shit he couldn't remember, all he knew was that it was long enough to where he couldn't get off if it wasn't this guy he was thinking about. He blinked and spoke.

"I," That's all he could get out before Josh planted a fist to his cheek. Tyler didn't know what hit him. That's a lie, it was a fucking huge fist. He felt blood come out of his parted lips. This guy was relentless, he hit everywhere he could. He mostly bopped the left side of his face. Tyler would know this would obviously leave marks and his cock was quivering in his jeans. Josh pulled back, taking a breath, putting his forearm up to the guy's neck. The stranger pulled at Josh's arm, Josh pressing in more, his eyes unforgiving.

"Ple-"Tyler croaked, "Lemme please," He was gasping for air, the man pulled back a bit, letting him have his say. Tyler could feel himself getting wet, he couldn't help it. He kinda had a thing for being choked. He liked being dominated. Whoops. But this is a guy in a fucking alley who is gonna fuck him up if he can't talk his way outta this one. "Please," he was gasping, he blinked his eyes and formed a sentence," I'm Tyler, I," He got that out before the man pushed himself back up to Tyler so that he was pinned.

"Yeah well, I'm Josh and I'm here to make you hurt," Josh was livid, he spat out venom, he meant every word. So Tyler. He had thought about Tyler for weeks. Tyler was the one he had cum to almost every night.

"Jo- ple- ase... Josh, I," Tyler was huffing and his muscles tense. This Josh was very buff and really strong, fuck. Tyler was thinking, planning.

"I'm gonna fuck you up, Tyler. You left me cut up pretty bad," At that moment, Tyler was fumbling for his switchblade. He felt for his back pocket. He had it in his palm but it slipped out due to his sweaty palms and landed with a loud sound on the concrete floor. Josh's eyes flickered down and he scooped it up before Tyler could even process that it actually fell. "Huh, the object in question," Josh released the silver slice of metal, feeling the weight of it in his hand as he looked at Tyler. Tyler was paying attention to the blade when Josh barked. "Look at me, asshole! Yeah, yeah... good, good. This is what you used to cut me huh?" Josh brought the knife up to Tyler's left side where his bruises started to turn purple and ripe. Tyler couldn't move. Josh brought it to Tyler's cheek and caressed his face with it, moving meticulously slow, savoring the whimpers Tyler was making.