It was a clear autumn morning. Dekan was going to be coming over to Nick's house, and he was kind of excited. He hadn't seen his friend in a long, long time. He planned on having a Yu-gi-oh match, so he'd packed a bag full of cards. As his mom dropped him off, Dekan knew that this was going to be a fun time. He had actually kind of missed Nick. He knocked on the door to the house, and when Nick had seen that his mom had driven away, he opened it. As soon as the door opened, Dekan felt oddly discomforted. His friend was dressed too nice. His shoes were too shiny, his clothes too formal. "Uhh...hey Nick. What's the special occassion?" Dekan joked, thinking that this was a meme or something. Nick grinned maliciously at Dekan's quite obvious discomfort. He shifted his hands to his black pants' pockets, and let himself appear at ease. He then stepped to the side, and placed a hand on his old pal's back, leading him into his house. "Why you, of course...we haven't spoken in so long. I missed you." He said in a welcoming, yet completely uncharacteristic tone. "I haven't cleaned in a bit, so sorry if it's a bit...messy..." He trails off as he notices that Dekan is standing completely rigid, and remembers that he left the door open. Nick chuckles, realizing that he was silly enough to almost allow his prey to escape. He subtly shuts the door behind Dekan, and innocently questions him as to what's wrong. A shiver ran down Dekan's spine as he felt Nick's hand placed firmly on his shoulder. "Nick? Why are you touching me?" Dekan questioned suspiciously. "Oh, sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?" Nick questioned. "I was just trying to be friendly." Dekan just decided to ignore it, and ignored Nick's response. What a weirdo, Dekan thought to himself.The dude was right though, the house was rather messy, it looked as if a fucking bull ran through. Dekan dug his fingernails into the straps of his bag as if he was clinging onto it for dear life. He gingerly turned back to the questionable Nick and looked up at him, not directly into his eyes, though. The german's warm brown eyes trailed off to the side ever slightly. "Sorry that I seem a bit off, but you're acting a bit like a fucking maniac." Dekan said jokingly, as he forced out a soft chuckle, swallowing hard. Nick's eyes narrowed at this for a second, and he realized that he was being suspicious. "No, no. I'm sowwie. it was a joke." Nick replied with his usual comical lisp. Dekan sighed in relief, and his shoulders untensed. Dekan listened to Nick as he spoke, smiling softly. He kept glancing over at the hand that gripped tightly on his shoulder, making him slightly uneasy. The small male looked around the messy room, snickering softly. "Jesus Nick, it is a mess!" He teased softly, gripping the straps on his backpack. "Mind if I clean it up for you?" He looked up at his supposed to be friend with his innocent brown eyes. Nick felt somewhat disgusted at Dekan's naivety, and yet...he liked it, as well. A look of disgust flashed across Nick's face quick as lightning, and then he had the same welcoming smile again. "Sure, Dekan. Go ahead. I'd appreciate it." Nick responded in his well known lisp. He gently lifted his hand off his "friend"'s shoulder, motioning to the mess deeper in the room. "Could you start there please?" Nick forced a sheepish tone into his voice and expression onto his pale, chiseled features. "I need it clean for something important. Thank you." "Anytime!" Dekan nodded and flashed a small, barely noticeable smile across his lips. He stepped away from his "friend" gingerly, deeper into the room. He got down on one knee and began to clean the mess. He picked up some clothes along with several small objects. In the process Dekan places his backpack down as he cleaned up the cluster of objects. The smaller male shuddered, feeling the other male's eyes on him. He didn't like being watched, he felt like he was doing something wrong, but he shrugged the feeling off. As Nick watched Dekan cleaning on his hands and knees, he felt a warm pleasure run through him, and he was tempted to pin down the vulnerable boy right then and there and dominate him. However, he managed to restrain himself from making such a ridiculous move and instead slowly walked over to Dekan, his scuffed shoes clicking on the hardwood floor. "Hey, Dekan. You're doing great." Nick suavely whispered in his ear, roughly placing a hand on his prey's fluffy, shiny black hair. "Don't stop." He continued in a slightly more threatening voice. He smirked at his guest's obvious discomfort, absolutely adoring the feeling of power that he had over Dekan.Dekan automatically tensed once he felt the man's hand on his hair. He visibly swallowed to hold back a whimper of discomfort that was just begging to escape him. A long, unforgiving shudder ran down the boy's spine, forcing himself to look back at Nick with his chocolate eyes. "Wh-Where would you like me to put this stuff?" Dekan asked, fear laced within his voice. He didn't like his "friend's" tone or his general actions, it made him feel uncomfortable. The whispering got to him, yet Nick's sharp tone also knew that he wasn't playing any games. God, Dekan hated it. "I would like for you to put them in the corner of the room." Nick strictly ordered, his void eyes piercing into Dekan's. As Nick gathered the objects to place them in the corner of the room, Nick subtly shut and locked the door behind them, trapping Dekan in with him. He sat on the edge of his cozy bed, feeling himself harden as Dekan followed his orders without question. Nick managed to keep a blank, emotionless expression on his face, even though he felt himself being overcome with the desire to pound the fuck out of Dekan and break him apart. He controlled himself and sat patiently, staring down the back of Dekan's neck as he slaved away.
