Sickest Addictions: Sympathy For The Devil

Chapter Five

Breakfast was never something that was a regular routine for the killer. In fact, he would settle for a piece of fruit, preferably an apple, for the most part. That morning when he had woken up, the smell of something new had alerted his senses. Blinking a few times, he rubbed his eyes from their sleepiness, unaware that the only article of clothing on him, was his underwear. What he had noticed, is that he was in a different room than what he had remembered falling asleep in last night. The thought of Hades carrying him up to his bedroom dawned on him, and the green eyed man turned a light shade of red. He was lucky that no one was around to see it.

Throwing off the covers, he got up and made his way down to the kitchen. There he found the teenager by the stove. The sound of sizzling and popping could be heard coming from the pan he was using to cook with. Then, a scream left from the boy as the food item popped loudly. Hades jumped back to try and dodge the shooting juices.

Jack continued to rub his eye, that still itched with sleep, as he let out a snort. The sudden noise quickly caught Hades's attention, catching him by surprise. Once again he jamp, holding up his spatula in defense.

"You have your fire too high," The green eyed man said in a groggy tone. He then walked over to the stove, calmly reaching out to turn the knob, lowering the flame.

"Oh...." Hades lowered his weapon, a smile returning to his face as he continued on with making breakfast. "Didn't think you'd be up at this time, it's pretty early."

From the corner of his eye, he could see Jack make his way over to the counter beside them. There he opened up one of the kitchen cabinets and reached up to grab a cup off of the high shelf. Hades couldn't help but peek over to watch the man from behind. The tight black fabric of his underwear fitted him well. That, of course, was the only thing Jack was wearing. Just the sight of it made Hades's teenage brain go to mush. He cleared his throat, catching the attention of the other, who turned in mid-struggle to reach for his glass.

Hades chewed on his lip as he reached for the cup with ease. He was taller than the other, despite Jack being older. He handed the shorter one the glass. Jack took it, pouting in the slightest at the object he couldn't get for himself, which might have been one of the most adorable things Hades had seen the green eyed man do yet.

"You like eggs and bacon?" Hades asked, desperately trying to spark up a conversation that would distract his unwanted thoughts.

"Haven't had them in the longest time," Jack shrugged as he poured himself a glass of water from the tab.

Meanwhile, Hades was still struggling to keep his thoughts straight. He turned his head to the side to get a glimpse of the other once more. Only this time, he wished that he hadn't. The moment Hades decided to turn, was the moment in which he caught Jack bending over to pick up a fallen apple. The teen must have made the cursing under his breath a bit too loud, or his gawking obvious, because Jack turned once he stood back up, causing Hades to whip his head around just as quickly. A deep blush then took over his already, rosey cheeks.

"Uh-um, so do you normally sleep in your underwear, or uh is this just a one time thing?" The boy asked, clearly stumbling over words to gather.

Jack looked down, finally noticing that he was half-naked. A hint of a smirk then raised the corner of his lips as he took a bite of the apple.

"Do you normally stare at people when they bend over, Hades?" He replied, to which the boy tensed up to.

"I wasn't staring!" The teen defended, a little bit too quickly. "I was just admiring the view."

"Which is why you had to strain your neck in order to get a glance at said view?"

Hades pouted, watching as the man walked over to him. He got close to the teen. Close enough for Hades to pick up the very gentle, fading scent of Jack's cologne from last night. Their noses, close enough to touch, brushed past each as Jack suddenly reached over to turn off the stove. Hades, whose eyes had closed, opened them with a frustrated sigh that came out quietly through his nose. So close, yet so far, is what he thought. The smirk was still playing on Jack's lips as he turned back to face the caregiver, knowing all-too-well exactly what Hades was leaning for. So he decided it would be fun to tease the boy over it.

"Your food is done, Hades," The green eyed man spoke in a low whisper, as he stood dangerously close to the other. His accent barely peeked through his words. Hades's muscles tensed further at the sound of it. "Perhaps you'd know that if you were paying attention to it other than the 'view'," He grinned, as he took another bite from his apple, and carried on into the dining room.

Soon after, Hades had joined with him, holding two plates in his hands. He set one down in front of an empty seat, which was to be his. The other was placed in front of Jack, who waited patiently as the boy then took off again, back to the kitchen. Moments after, Hades returned with two glasses and a bottle of orange juice. After all was set up, the teen finally took a seat across from the man and began digging into his own breakfast.

Moments of silenced passed as Hades watched the one in front of him eat. Of course Hades wasn't stupid, nor was he naive to the fact of what the green eyed man was, or what labeled as. That thought was pushed to the back of his mind. For some reason, Hades didn't think about it. He didn't get frightened when being around the said-to-be, 'mental' man. The teen didn't see that side of him, not with those green eyes. But if anything, the thought did spark curiosity in him. Which is why he couldn't help but ask a million questions in his head, causing one to slip out.

"What does it taste like?" Hades suddenly asked. It was without any clarification of what he was actually referring to. Jack furrowed his brow in confusion. He had been looking off in the distance while nibbling on a piece of bacon, when the boy speaking caught his attention. But the question was what puzzled him. Jack didn't know how to answer it properly, so he decided to tease the boy instead.

"Does what taste like, Hades? Your food? It's fine, you've done well for a boy your age. Most teenagers would play with it or burn it. This would earn you a gold star in your good boy book."

Hades rolled his eyes.

"That wasn't what I was talking about," He said, reaching over to grab his glass and take a sip from his juice.

"Oh? Then to what are you referring to?" Jack raised a brow. "Another one of your sex questions?"

The teen shook his head, setting down the cup back in it's place. There was no easy way to ask his question, so he went right on with spitting it out.

"Humans," He said simply, as if the thought didn't even phase him. His face only blushed red due to having to be so blunt. Nothing but silence followed after having done so. For a second, Hades thought that he had angered the man by asking such a thing. But there was no sign of annoyance or anger on Jack's face. The man's brows raised, and a gentle smirk rose upon his lips. He chuckled lightly and shook his head, seeming as if his mind had just processed the thought. Hades sat eager in his seat, waiting for an answer.

"It tastes like pork," Jack finally replied, also seemingly unfazed by such a question. "Only it is much sweeter, yet one wouldn't be able to tell the difference if served to."

With that being said, Jack took a sip from the glass sitting in front of him. He then set it back down in it's place just as Hades had with his. The teen had went quiet, but his eyes spoke for him. Still they showed no fear in them whatsoever. Instead, they seemed to have darkened with fascination towards their topic.

"That's....Strange....We're basically all like animals to slaughter then to a guy like you...." He said, trailing off in his thought. Then, realizing what he had said, he mentally slapped the back of his own head. He sucked in his lips, biting deep into the bottom one as a shade of red washed over his cheeks. Jack, however, didn't seem offended by the comment. He got up and collected their empty plates. 

As he walked around the table, he leaned down to the boy's ear. Hades had to hold his breath, in fear that something else would slip out of his mouth. He thought he was going to get a scolding, but with the man being so close, he doubted it was anything but.

"You said it, not me."

  The sound of Jack's voice, it's deepness as it spoke lowly into his ear, made shivers run down Hades's spine. He let out his breath, his muscles still tensed even after the man had left into the kitchen.

The reaction had made Jack grin. It pleased him to tease the boy, especially since he knew how now that Hades was so obvious and clear with his emotions. For the most part, it was entertaining. But the cannibal knew that if he were to carry on with his antics, it would lead to something that he had been trying to avoid ever since Hades started visiting him.

While washing the dishes that they used, it was only after did he finish, and was drying the last plate, did a pair of hands make their way across his torso, causing Jack to leap forward. The plate fell from his hands, but luckily landed back into the sink, only causing a loud clatter that startled him further.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" He heard the boy whisper from behind him. Every muscle in his body tensed as Jack gripped onto the edge of the sink, as if to keep himself under control.

"What are you doing?" He asked, feeling the boy's hands make their way down to the waistline of his underpants. A pair of lips were then pressed against the curve of his neck. Jack's fingernails began digging into the wood of the sink that he held onto. This was a feeling he had not felt in years. In a way, it was all foreign to him. The touch of another person was something he was not used to.

Vaguely, he could remember past men that he had been with. What it was like when they grabbed him, kissed him, let their hands roam over his body. But there was nothing. For some reason, he couldn't relive those feelings. Perhaps it was because he never felt anything for those men, or maybe he had just forgotten what the sort of contact with another person felt like. But having it happen now, especially with a boy like Hades, it was getting harder to keep his hold on the kitchen sink.

"Do I scare you?" The boy asked again, but this time twisting his words around to make the question about himself. His lips continued to make their way up the older man's neck. Their warmth taking over each part that they kissed. Jack closed his eyes, focusing on both the question and keeping his breathing under control.

"No," He said, but his voice gave away just how tense he really was with having Hades so close. The teen could hear it, he could feel it as his traveling hands glided over Jack's trembling body. The shakiness was subtle, he wondered if the man even knew he was doing it.

Mentally, Hades was enjoying this type of reaction he got out of the green eyed man. However, he didn't bother to show his satisfaction, he knew it would more than likely be flipped on him if he showed his cockiness. Instead he kept his face as calm and collected as he could. He pulled away to see the man's face, taking note in his eyes being closed. It looked as if he was struggling to keep himself together. Hades would play with this for as long as he could.

The tip of his nose ran through Jack's hair, inhaling the man's scent. Beneath him, Hades could feel the trembling worsening. If the man wasn't so good at having self-control, Hades knew the other would have shuttered.

His pelvis pressed against the man's backside, carefully pinning him to the sink's edge. He brought his lips back down to the corner of Jack's jaw, kissing it once before moving to his ear. There his voice deepened in a whisper.

"Do I make you nervous?" Hades asked.

The heat of his breath hit against Jack's ear as he spoke. Slowly, his hands made their way back down the other's torso, stopping above the waistline once again. Jack was fighting at this point. Fighting to keep his thoughts and actions under control. He thought that he had it down. The boy wouldn't dare to go any further, he thought. But he was wrong.

As soon as Hades slipped the tips of his fingers inside the underpants, is when Jack's eyes finally shot open. Quickly he jumped forward, colliding his hip bones with the hard counter's edge, along with something else that didn't feel too good when being crushed. Ignoring the pain, he stumbled to get away, successfully freeing himself from the boy's hold on him. He then made a hasty pace out of the kitchen while holding his injured area.

"You do not make me nervous...." Jack answered, but his voice came out in a mumble as he tried to get away from the boy as quickly as possible. Hades leaned back against the kitchen counter, finally being able to smirk at his work. He stood there in his satisfaction, making it all the more better, as he reached over to the leftover plate, and munched on a piece of bacon.