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Cyko decided to go back to his house since he doesn't want to be around people at the moment. He's not feeling well at all. His body was getting hot all over, he was sweating like crazy when it was 50° outside. He wasn't himself. Something was wrong. Very wrong. His body never becomes this way out of nowhere. Somethings would have to trigger this: allergies, pills, medicine, incoming colds, etc.
He finally made it home and took a cool shower. His body felt like it was getting a bit better, but something still felt off. He spent a good 15 minutes in the shower and dried off. Later on as he was dried and dressed in somethings more comfortable, he went to sit on his bed and began to think on what had recently went down.
He nearly killed a lot of people. He left Phantom. He was home. But why? Why couldn't he let Phantom grant him peace of mind? Would that not be enough? Would he have been satisfied? (Hamilton Non-Stop). He laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling wondering if he had made the biggest mistake of his life.
Suddenly, his head began to throb like hell. He was in complete agony, yet this feeling was familiar: he knew this feeling like the back of his hand. He was on both knees when he realized that there was some serious tension going on in his pants. He was going psycho with a boner!
His body was hot and bothered and he couldn't take it. He was past his limits and he had an idea just where to go to have release. He was going back to the room where it happened.
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Cyko x Phantom
RomanceTW: This story contains various forms of abuse, kidnapping, and man-on-man play. If you don't like it, turn away now! Cyko and Phantom are going through some serious times, and their love is put to the test. Will things fall apart and end horribly...
