Dan was a renowned serial killer. He stalked the victim, kidnapped, tortured and killed them, perfectly disposing the bodies. When his partner in crime got... fired... he went on the search of a new partner, he finds a young English major named Phil...
Dan went back into his house, sitting in his quarters as he continued to work out what he wanted to present to Mark. When he was finished, he sat, looking at his phone, hoping for that adorably sexy boy to message or call. As he waited, he had a tune in his head, working on a new song on his white grand piano. The minute that his fingers touched the keys, he went into a completely different place, playing the tune that was in his head. He was so lost in the music, he almost missed his phone ringing. He snapped back into reality, quickly answering his phone.
"Hello?" "Hey. It is Phil. I was right about Hope. She burned everything down, so I need to buy new stuff for my new apartment. I was wondering if you'd want to come along. You look like a man that knows how to decorate a house." "Erm sure. I will text you my address." "Okay. See you in a bit." "Okay, bye." "Bye."
Dan got into his wardrobe and began to plan out his outfit. Dan was drawn to that boy, and he decided that Phil was the one, so he had to be attractive and impressionable. He decided on a black, printed button up, black skinny jeans, which left nothing to the imagination, and some black Vans. He couldn't seem to get his hair to obey, so he threw on a beanie and sprayed himself with his cologne. He put on a pair of sunglasses, grabbing his wallet, keys, and phone before he waited by the front door. When there was a knock on the door, he opened it, his jaw dropping at the sight.
Phil was there. and he looked beyond sexy in red. He had on a dark red button up, red pants, and some black converses. His glasses fit his face perfectly and his hair a bit messier than it was before. Dan noticed that the boy's shirt wasn't completely buttoned, leaving a piece of his chest and stomach exposed. Dan didn't know if it was the glasses, the hair, the exposed skin, or the color of freshly spilled blood on his body, but he was drawn to the boy even more.
"Are you ready to go?" Phil asked nervously, Dan nodding. "By the way, you look good in that."
"You look sexy in that," Dan smirked, making the boy blush. "I don't know if it's the sexy red your wearing, that messy hair that I want to mess up more, that voice that I want to hear scream my name, that exposed skin that I want to see more of, or those glasses that would make anyone attractive."
"I don't think I'm that attractive," Phil admitted.
"You're pretty damn hot," Dan reassured.
"You said I wasn't your type," Phil reminded the older man.
"I only said that to keep Bitch Face off my back," Dan rolled his eyes. "You're definitely my type in males."
"I see..." Phil blushed, looking at the man before looking away. "I think it's best we go. I don't trust may daughter being out there any longer."
Dan nodded with a cheeky grin as they walked out to Phil's car. Dan knew he had Phil where he wanted him, and it was only a matter of time before he could bend the boy under his will. Phil drove off, leaving them all in silence as they stopped at a baby store first. Phil got out first, getting the stroller and strapping Olivine in safely. Dan got out of the car and they went in, beginning to look around.
"How big is the nursery going to be?" He asked.
"Twenty by forty," Phil answered as they went to the beds.
"What colors are you thinking?" Dan continued the questions.
"I'm thinking green," Phil suggested, "Since Olivine is a green stone."
"Well then let's look around," Dan smiled, them walking past a gray baby bed. "What about this one? It'd look stunning with the lime and pastel green colours."
"I personally love it," Phil nodded, "but maybe we should get a little help. Shopping makes me anxious."
"That's completely okay," Dan nodded as a worker walked by. "Excuse me, Ma'am, can you help us? Phil needs help with his new baby room and neither of us know what we're doing."
"Why yes," she answered, her voice obnoxiously high. "What is the color scheme you're thinking?"
"Pastel greens and this gray bed," Phil explained. "It's a pretty big room, and I don't have a price limit. I'm a single father, so I don't know what the hell I'm doing."
"Well let's get you started, then," she nodded, the three beginning to shop.
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"Is there anywhere else you need to go?" Dan asked as they sat down for dinner.
"I believe I have everything I need," Phil nodded, trying to think of anything else.
"So are you a top or bottom?" Dan changed the subject.
"Wait, what?" Phil's eyes went wide.
"Look," Dan sighed, "it's obvious that you want in my pants and I want in yours. So tell me, do you top or bottom?"
"I mostly top," Phil answered nervously. "Does that make you want me less?"
"Not at all," Dan smirked. "I like to bottom, but I love to stay in control. It's just how I am, tie a guy up and ride them until they're sore."
"Good to know..." Phil breathed out, looking down at his laps.
"Any kinks I should know about, as we're learning about each other?" Dan continued.
"I love being bitten, tied up, and hair pulled," Phil shrugged, "but that's about it."
"I can definitely provide that for you," Dan bit his lip, making the boy look at him. "Just call me whenever, and I'll come over and pleasure you like no one has before."
"Shit..." Phil hissed, trying his hardest to look away before the tent in his jeans was obvious. "I... errrm... Can we talk about something else?"
"Or," Dan growled, going around to the boy, "we can stop talking and go back to my place. Victoria can watch Olivine, and we can go to my quarters. There, I have chains, cuffs, and ropes to show you just what I have up my sleeves. I want to get you out of those pants and relieve that... tension... that you have. I could see your hard cock from across the table. Don't you want that to go away, Philly?"
"Don't you think one day's a bit fast?" Phil attempted an excuse.
"Not if it's just sex," Dan nibbled at the boy's ear. "It's not too soon if both of us want it desperately. We may not have tomorrow, so live in the now, and be a little adventurous."
"I... okay..." Phil gave in, them going back to the car and going back to Dan's house.
