9:55PM 10/3/42
-RYAN-We all run out of the flaming building, trying our best to not get burned. Vinny obviously fails at this, the sleeve of his long sweater catching fire. "Dammit I loved this sweater!" He whines, putting it out. We all stop running, now consumed by the darkness that lurks in an abandoned alley. Ghost laughs at his pouty puppy, wrapping his arms around his smaller form.
"It's okay babe you can have one of mine to replace it okay?" He smiles. Vinny gives a small grin, wrapping his arms around his partner. I smile a bit, taking off my jacket. I lay it on the ground, laying Ricky down on top of it.
"Are you okay? Like really.." I ask Ricky. He ignores me, looking away and rolling on his side. He wraps my jacket around him and tries to secretly smell it, not knowing I noticed. There's something about this. About him, specifically. I just don't get it. I used to hate his guts- for Satan's sake, I stabbed him; something I now regret. He's just so... I don't like to say it, but damn sexy. He's so fucking adorable in all the right ways and it turns me the fuck on so damn much. I don't want it to- he's a Fed -but it does and my dick has a mind of its own I guess. Just watching him curled up in my clothes is turning me on and making my mind go places I don't want to- well shit. I definitely have a boner now. I bite my lip, continuing to stare at the beautiful toxin laying before me. My thoughts continue, my erection growing and by this time I can't stop- at least on my own. I hear a snap, looking to see someone's tattooed fingers in front of my face. The tattooed fingers are connected to a tattooed hand. That tattooed hand is connected to a tattooed arm. That tattooed arm is connected to a tattooed body. That body belonging to one of my partners in crime, Chris. He smirks at me, motioning to my crotch.
"Come on horny boy, we have to go." He grins. My face reddens as everyone's attention turns to me. I look down at my lap to see I do indeed have a full hard on. I try to cover it up a bit so it's less noticeable but it doesn't really work. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Ricky staring at me like I'm some Picasso painting.
I look to him, "Do you still want me to carry you?"
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-RICKY-
I stare at the evil man in front of me. That boy, he blushes like a schoolgirl, it just makes him even more poisonous to me. Ryan, he's like a drug- even alcohol, maybe; I always hated him, said I would never get involved with him- but I did. Now I'm addicted, I can't stop coming back to him even though I know this will turn around and bite me right in the ass when I let my guard down. I can't control them. I can't control the urges that keep pulling me back to him. I want to stop before it gets too bad but it already has. I don't want to go down, but now, I feel like I'll be doing so with a smile on my face. He looks to me, his rosy cheeks slowly fading, "Do you still want me to carry you?" I nod a bit. He picks me up bridal style as I wrap his jacket around myself more. I nuzzle myself into his chest, my face finding its place in the crook of his neck. What is happening to me?
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-RYAN-
My eyes flick between the road ahead of me and the poisonous angel laying in my arms. My mind races, trying to decide what to do. I'm not sure what's wrong with me lately; I just need this- I need him. It physically hurts my heart if I go one way, but if I go another it will hurt my mind. My thoughts continue to swirl. I stare down at him a few moments, trying to make up my mind, when I do. I sigh lightly, "Ricky?" We look to each other; I stare into his crystal eyes and he stares back into mine, "Will you stay with us?"
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Sup everyone! I'm honestly really excited for this story's future and I can't wait to get it out :) I know what you're thinking: "why don't u update more then, faggot" well I mean it's very hard to juggle no social life no friends and no human interaction okay? I'm busy gosh. Jk I try. I never officially addressed this (I think) but omg 1k????????? Fucking awesome as hell?????? Tysm?????? But yk ig I'll tty all l8r. Xx
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