ALL HAIL THE SMUTS~! {SLOW UPDATES}

Murder of heart and trust.

Request by piperwolf94. SimonHDs90xMitch... Sorry it's kinda short... Brain's on melt down right now.... XDD Maybe I'll be up and running in time to do a Christmas special chappy... But I don't have a lot of time to work on this now that I'm on Swim team for my school.... Still open to requests though... Just a warning it may be slow though... And my apologies if u don't like this chappy... I'm toying around with my writing style a little.... Have a lovely day/night Kits~!
                                                                    -Chibi

Narrator's POV:

Mitch was walking through the halls, bow in hand as he remains tense... Simon, across the map, fiddling with the golden ingots in his pockets as he attempts to get the remaining 10th piece for a bow...the murderer had downed quite a few, but the people with bows had shot one another, too many innocents had died due to players hitting other innocents... 4 players left...  Any one of them could be a killer! A few moments pass... Darting out of his hiding spot, Simon snatches the final gold ingot... a bow replacing the 10 ingots in his hands... a single arrow stuck in his pocket...  Suddenly someone bumps into him, both of them tumbling to the ground, Simon immediately poising to whack the other on the head with his bow... The person looks up before laughing and saying "Simon you're supposed to shoot the bow you idiot." Simon blushes, but glares at Mitch... "You aren't the killer, are you?" Mitch scoffs.. "Of course not!! If I was you'd be dead, 'cause I'm master of the hunger deans~!" He proclaims proudly... Simon rolls his eyes and shoves at the bragging canadian in an attempt to make him stumble... Suddenly the sound of another player's footsteps echo along the corridor, prompting both men to dive for cover, used to taking audio cues due to all the games they've played... The player steps into the room, the solid click of their shoes heavy in the silent room... breath bated as they're squeezed together in the tight hiding spot.. Simon practically on Mitch's lap... The duo shift slightly, trying to get slightly further apart... a soft scrape, barely audible, is heard.. Both freeze, glaring at one another... The sound of the player leaving echoes around the room, their soft humming making it all the more likely they were the killer... Simon quickly goes to pull away, but freezes at a tapping from above them, Mitch quickly grabbing the small bulgarian's waist and tugging him back further into the shadows... And in the process, onto his lap... Though neither notices at first, As soon as the steps lead away again and it's silent for a long time, both relax... suddenly noticing their positions... Mitch has his hands on Simon's hips, holding him down to his lap as his back is pressed against a wall... Simon straddling him, their faces only an inch or two apart... so close that Simon could feel Mitch's breath on his jaw... At this, both blush furiously, Mitch going to remove his hands and try and scooch out from under the frozen man on his lap... but the soft whimper that escapes Simon shocks both of them.... Simon's face practically glowing a dark red as he shyly looks away... Mitch slowly places his hands back on the other's hips... Nervous about giving them away but also curious as to why Simon whimpered... "Shh... we don't want to be found!" Mitch hisses, the murderer's out there... And he knew neither of them want to lose this or be caught in such a compromising position.. Simon leers at him, face still a bright red... "I know that you fucking bastard!! This position is making it hard to focus though!! Can you fucking move!?!" he hisses back at mitch, slightly louder and much angrier.. Mitch looks at him, offended... "I can't fucking move if you make noises whenever I do!!" Suddenly a compass pops up in Simon's hand, the man he's sitting on top of paling at this... "Whoops...." Simon murmurs slowly, tossing their bows and arrows out of the small room... He sighs, leaning closer to Mitch so their noses nearly touched, less than a centimeter apart... "Now... Since we're the only two left and you saw the compass, I guess I'll give you a choice.... You can fuck me senseless enough to make me drop the knife... or I can stab you right now." Simon purrs, voice lower and more sultry than before... Mitch gulps and nervously tightens his grip on the smaller man, blanching at seeing the rather intimidating blade so close to him...  The knife is brought closer to him and Mitch yelps, unintentionally following Simon's instructions and bucking up against the other man... A low groan from the other and the lowering of the blade gives Mitch a slight relief... he can win this, right? He just... has to distract the cute, bloodthirsty bulgarian on top of him... Shifting nervously Mitch leans up, pressing his lips to Simon's... The other letting out high pitched moans and groans as he grinds down into the growing bulge of Mitch's pants... Mitch wasn't planning on this happening for sure, but he couldn't really complain... the younger man was hot, and honestly fairly easy to handle in this way.... If the soft breathy gasps coming from him whenever his ass is over the bulge in his pants means anything... Mitch simply tugs the other's pants down, the other leaning backward to lift himself up slightly and allow it, the knife handle in his grip still, the handle brushing against Mitch's legs... Once his pants are off he drags Mitch on top of him.. Moaning softly as Mitch bucks up against his ass on instinct.... "Stop the goddamn teasing and fuck me!!" Simon demands, continuing to grind back against Mitch with breathy moans and gasps... Mitch groans lowly, tempted to continue teasing the rather impatient murderer.... But the knife being pressed to his arm reminds him of the reason why this is happening... He quickly peels off his clothes and Simon's boxers, both of them naked in the rather small space that forces them to stay within 2 inches of one another.... Nervously mitch spits in his hand stroking himself to coat himself so he wasn't going in dry... Simon growls in annoyance and yells softly "Fuck me!!" He rolls over, pushing his ass out so Mitch's cock brushes against his nice smooth ass.... Both stiffen, a sharp inhale coming from Mitch.... "Fuck.... God damnit!! Fuck me now!!!" Simon growls. Making Mitch grip his hips and line up, oddly terrified of the little bulgarian who seems to be abusing his power as murderer to get someone he likes, namely Mitch, to fuck him.... As soon as Mitch pushes in Simon lets out a whorish moan and slips, still having a tight hold on the knife, but the rest of his body seems limp and pliant, almost overwhelmed with pleasure...  Mitch can't help the low moan that escapes his mouth, another sharp buck into the willing killer and both boys are left panting in pleasure, eyes drooped nearly shut... Mitch starts to thrust, rather slow, hard, and deliberate in his movements.... Simon huffs and pulls off, turning around and pushing Mitch to the floor and pushing himself down onto the other man.... Gasping and moaning as he quickly picks up speed, bouncing and rocking against mitch... Mitch can't help but buck up into the other, hands coming to simon's hips as they move faster and harder.... Simon suddenly pulls mitch into a hot and heavy kiss... Both of them needy as all hell... Suddenly Mitch takes full control. Pushing Simon onto his back and fucking him harder and faster than before, gripping his hips so hard there will surely be bruises... Mitch is utterly plowing into the smaller man, both of them moaning and groaning at every movement as climaxes approach... Simon's hot tight inner walls, around Mitch's hot throbbing cock and the incessant wet slapping of skin against skin.... Simon's prostate is speared with every thrust, Mitch utterly wrecking him, But Simon doesn't seem to care, he moans and writhes beneath the man... The hot knot in his stomach tightening impossibly as he's ruthlessly fucked... It's starting to hurt to hold back, but Simon loves it.... He can't resist for long and the amazing sensation of orgasmic release washes over him, body tightening even further around mitch as he cums hard all over their stomachs... Mitch managing a few more hard thrusts into him before cumming, flooding Simon's ass with hot sticky cum... Simon moans, absolutely enthralled by the feeling of the hot liquid filling him up....  Mitch nearly collapses, 20 seconds left on the clock as both pant heavily... eyes closed ad pressed close together....

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Simon's hand trails up to clutch mitch's back....

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"Thanks for the good fuck.... But you didn't think you'd win, did you~?" Simon purrs, eyes flashing with a dark magenta glow as a maniac grin takes over his face, his creepily lit face the only thing visible in the dark room as Mitch's eyes open wide and he goes to yell....

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SHLUNK!

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2 seconds on the clock and Mitch lays dead on top of a giggling Simon with madness in his eyes... A knife stabbed through his spinal cord right between his shoulder blades... The blood dripping down and pooling around the maniac beneath him...
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Simon simply licks his lips and pulls himself away from the dead body, slipping on his clothes and walking out of the small dark room with a demonic smirk....

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Nobody, will ever beat him at his own game... If he can't have hunger games, he can certainly do Murder.... Hahahah~!

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However, unknown to him, the spirit mitch currently waiting for revival in the lobby has tears running down his face.... How did I.... How did I fall for that? He wonders... Awe and sadness as a heavy heart.... One day they'll face again... And next time... Simon won't get what he wants....