Nothing Can Stop Me Now

Are you still looking for answers?

[dom-colton-blog]

Red, Orange, Yellow Flicker || Connor & Spencer

[connor-stage]

A pleased smirk curled his lips, eyes flickering darkly as he stepped back. “Under one minute. Impressive, Spencer.” Well, fortunately he didn’t mind sucking Spencer’s dick; promise was a promise in this case. “Ebola was brought there, thanks to us Westerners and is killing off almost half the populace; so there’s a logical fallacy in your argument,” not that he really cared about some Africans and whatever they ate or didn’t get to eat; sometimes he just liked being argumentative.

Flicking the lighter, he ignited the cloth and then, with a swing that would’ve made any baseball player at least somewhat proud, he let it sail through the window, hearing the satisfying shatter of glass before the sudden whoosh of the explosion, flames bursting out the window. “Right, better get inside before we have to deal with peeping Toms.” He opened the camera, taking a quick shot of those flames before they headed inside, the smell of congealed blood hitting his nostrils already. “How about through the back, hm?”

[dom-colton-blog]

He wasn't happy with the smell that hit his nose. He hated it, actually. It just made him wonder how long Jack was here suffering. That thought went far away the second he heard Connor speak again. And he was checking the floor as he walked----it was a good thing he didnt care about what he was wearing on his feet today. He was certain the floor hadn't seen a mop in a long time. 

"Back door. Well, lead the way, princess." He offered a cocky grin at the little pet name, though he did it more to tease than to keep it as an actual nickname. "The fire is already catching pretty well. It'll get a bit hot in here, funny how we tend to do that when we enter a room, huh?"

[dom-colton-blog]

Red, Orange, Yellow Flicker || Connor & Spencer

[connor-stage]

Dropping his pack to make all the provisions for a molotov, he barked out a laugh. “Even Lovett was better than this one, huh? Talk about setting some low bloody standards.” Bottle, cloth, petrol, everything was set up, fingers working quickly and nimbly. “Not to mention, this one doesn’t even boil her meat. Eats it raw. She must have the immune system of an ox. All those poor Africans would die the moment they feasted on her undoubtedly disease ridden flesh.” He shook his head, giving Spencer a mock disappointed look. “Have you no conscience?” 

It could be said neither of them had conscience; but Connor at least prided himself on some standards. He didn’t put his cock into someone he didn’t know where they’d been (no rape), as well as putting no food into his mouth without knowing it was clean (no cannibalism). “Right, I’m ready. How’s that lock coming along, darling? Should I start timing it?” He winked.

[dom-colton-blog]

"What to you expect from someone who comes from Sweden." He snorted, hearing the lovely click of the lock. It was open, and he could only look over at Connor curiously, "Oh, its open, pretty boy. Though, on the mention of the whole dying Africans bit, I think their immune system could take it. I mean, I think Ebola came from there, yeah? I mean, if they can stick that out, then they can handle her like she's just some meat that fell on the floor and was given the five second rule."

Maybe it wasn't a lack of a conscience that drove this level of morbid humor. It was just a lack of empathy towards everyone. Some people just didn't deserve it. And Spencer didn't see a reason to give mercy to people when his own memories proved that even the innocent were guilty. It was all a matter of perspective. "All right," He snorted, opening the door, "Throw your bomb, pretty boy. Start the fireworks, we have to burn the place down and get it on camera, you're the director."

[dom-colton-blog]

Red, Orange, Yellow Flicker || Connor & Spencer

[connor-stage]

A soft pout appeared on his face as Spencer once again reiterated they were not to hurt the bitch, only hurt her shop. ——— but hey, if something were to happen accidentally; well, Tristan could still have her with a few minor burn marks, couldn’t he? A small grin tucked into the corners of his lips as the words ‘date night’ passed his husband’s lips. Leave it to them to consider arson as an acceptable date. Kept things heated, didn’t it? Full of fire and passion and whatnot. Snorting at his own dumb humour. “We could do both at the same time. You pick the lock and I’ll throw the window.” He tapped a gloved finger to his lips, wrinkling his nose as Spencer mentioned taking some meat before they burned it all down.

"Darling, we hardly know what she puts into it. She eats people, for fuck’s sake. Takes their blood. Who knows what she puts in her sausages? Excuse me for not immediately hungering for bloody Miss Lovett’s meat pies.” He rolled his eyes at the other, though he was still smiling, playfully throwing in a reference to fleet street. “C’mon, instead of thinking of food, go pick that darn lock, why don’t you. If you do it in under two minutes, I’ll suck you off once we’re home.”

[dom-colton-blog]

Well, that was one way to go about it. Not only was there going to be someone politely picking the lock, but then there was bomb happy. Not that Spencer minded, the only thing missing was an orchestra playing Beethoven's Lacrymosa while this was playing out. Him, casually picking at the lock and opening the door, and then, that very door being blasted off to the side. Hey----at least he picked the lock.

"Didn't the lady across the street from Mrs. Lovett use the strays for their meat pies?" Oh, and now they were going to go into casual conversation about theater. "You have to hand it to Mrs. Lovett, at least all of her stuff was fresh. I also think they only fed it to other people, not themselves. This bitch eats it like it's a fuckin' delicacy or some shit." Hm. Wasn't there another place that did that? "...Ya think Tristan should drop her off to Africa? Some of them eat people, don't they? I'm sure they could use some white meat as a treat."

[dom-colton-blog]

Red, Orange, Yellow Flicker || Connor & Spencer

[connor-stage]

A couple of hours, and meticulous planning later and Spencer and him were ready to get to the action part of the night. The streets of London were dark, the only presence they saw here and there that of the homeless and the party-goers coming home. The shop in and of itself looked inconspicuous; a non-descript facade flanked by two other non-descript buildings. Connor must’ve passed it quite a few times; yet his eyes had never been drawn to it (besides, he already had his regular butcher to buy meat from).

Just like with the blackout, they had their equipment with them in various packs. Standing a little way off, Connor stopped Spencer from going further with his arm, sidling in closer. “Window on the first floor seems like a good entry point for the first two. If she lives up there, we might catch her asleep too; two birds, one stone, hm?”

[dom-colton-blog]

He wasn't impressed with the Building. Then again, he felt nothing but a bit of disgust over the woman. Perhaps it was because he had a code to follow in his own mind. Yes, he killed. Yes, he did do some things (many things) that were not the most lovely. But, children were left out of it. Rape was never to happen. And eating a person just seemed fucking unhygienic. Spencer carried respect towards those that earned it. And if someone touched a person he liked, which was already a low number, he would tear them apart. In this case: he was doing it for one of those people. 

"Tristan wants her for himself." Thus, it was just the Butcher Shop that was getting the damage done. "As much as it'd be fun to do our own little damage to her, it's his place to do it, not ours. Besides, this is date night, pretty boy. I ain't havin' a third party go and mess it up." He offered a playful wink towards the other, and his eyes scanned over the windows with care as he nodded his head. "First floor windows or...pick the lock and go in through the front doors like gentlemen." He snorted at the idea, "Not for nothin' but, is it fucked to do groceries before lighting the place up."

[ashley-statham-blog]

His name is Xander, be nice or I’ll put you in time out. We know I can best you if I really want to, Spencer. Truthful answer? The pansy looking ones are the best in bed. The good looking ones think their muscles are enough to get you off…the lean ones…the ones with something behind their eyes…they know how to make a girl come undone. Though he does like to be dominated now and then. 

[dom-colton-blog]

...That's too much information, but at least he is lasting longer than whatever the other one was. Xander. ...Ain't that a character from Buffy the Vampire Slayer? ...Whatever he has behind his eyes, it better not be anything that thinks of doin' something stupid to hurt you. Already had enough of people bein' hurt around here if Connor let you in on what happened with Tristan's kid..?

[ashley-statham-blog]

This is the part where I stomp my foot and say you’re the worst daddy ever, but that would be a terrible lie. No me overseas trips for me, I promise. I got things to do here and people I’d like to settle in with.

[dom-colton-blog]

...Settle in with who. You're still dating the twink----why do you always go for the pansy looking ones? Or is he one of those that likes having a woman dominate him? I'm not here to judge, just to understand.

[ashley-statham-blog]

Shit…damn it all to hell…I wanna burn down a butcher shop! Is this you giving me a time out, Spencer? Am I grounded for a week? Shut up and hug me you jerk.

[dom-colton-blog]

You're grounded for a month and that's only if you eat your vegetables. Yeah, yeah, I missed you. But Russia ain't so bad, at least it's not London. But, when you leave, all the fun happens. So try not to leave so you can be apart of the fun, yeah?

[dom-colton-blog]

...So, while you were in the country where all the cold shit is, Connor and I got to burn down a butcher shop. You miss all the fun, Ashley. Honestly, I'm a bit disappointed. 

[endcortex-blog]

FIVE TIMES KISSED FROM SPENCER.

ghxstmassacre

       I.

the first time is nothing special. just a means to an end. he’s got yurik pressed up against the bookcase in the store he’d stumbled in, trying to get away from two shady blokes following him, meaning him harm and there’s almost no depth to the kiss.

just his mouth resting against the other’s, moving slowly and carefully. he’s probably lucky his pursuers move on so quickly, before yurik got his wits about him again and kneed him in the balls.

as it is, he only ends up with a book falling on top of his head for his trouble and a favor owed.

      II.

the second time is when they’re getting married. it’s a sham, of course and connor is still sufficiently pissed off for not having been told ( and yurik’s grin had been bloody massive, the man feeling so damn smug about having been able to fool him ) that connor doesn’t hold back in biting down harshly on that full bottom lip when it’s time for them to kiss and seal the deal.

there’s a flare of lust when yurik bites back, dips his tongue in, leaves a frisson of electric static rolling down his spine even after yurik pulls back with slightly narrowed, calculating eyes.

his grin is, if possible, even wider.

( two days later, they both save each other’s lives and it changes the partnership from business acquaintances to possible friends. )

( two months later and they still haven’t annuled the marriage. connor doesn’t dwell on what that means. )

       III.

the third kiss is fuelled with want an adrenaline, underlined with a challenge. there’s a dead body, neck lying at an odd angle, not two paces away and connor can taste blood from the cut in yurik’s bottom lip from where he’d punched the man before, yet all of that only serves to spur him on more.

he’s sitting on the man’s lap, grinding down, fingers tugging yurik’s head back by the hair so he can delve in deeper, mind fogged up slightly with the thrill of the kill and the taste and feel of the other man. he doesn’t stop when he cuts yurik’s bonds keeping him tied to that chair, doesn’t stop when they fall to the floor in their franticness to touch skin and connor’s nestled on top of yurik, knees bracketing his hips.

he only stops once he gets his fingers wrapped around yurik’s cock, yurik’s hand on top of his to show him how the other man likes it, so he can sit back and watch how all those masks get stripped away with each twist of his fingers, watch how those dark eyes focus on him with a combination of lust and anger once he gets his other hand wrapped around the column of his throat and starts squeezing.

and by god, he might not feel sexual attraction, but when it’s all over and yurik’s panting beneath him with his release dotting the lean lines of his stomach and chest, hair in a sweaty dissaray and the first hint of bruising showing around his throat, connor can admit it’s quite possibly the most erotic thing he’s ever witnessed.

       IV. 

the fourth time is the first time there’s actual tenderness behind it. yurik ( though it’s elijah now ) is looking at him, eyes wide, wet and unfocused. there’s a soft slur to his tone when he tries to talk, a tightness in his voice that makes connor’s stomach clench for reasons he’s not willing to look into. elijah’s hands are bound, and his flat is a ravaged chaos.

he won’t ever be able to see his little girl again. talk to her again.

elijah tries to say something, probably an apology for the way he’s smashed most everything in connor’s flat. it’s not exactly a conscious decision to lean forward and prevent him from doing so by pressing their lips together. 

it’s soft and slow and meant as a comfort more than anything else; and when he feels elijah’s arm winding around his waist, fingers touching his cheek and the man returns the kiss, connor realises for the first time this might be much more than simple friendship with added benefits.

it scares him more than anything else ever has.

       V.

the fifth kiss is acceptance. a lot has happened since the last one, and connor now sees that his fear had been foolish. that there’s nothing to fear. his mind isn’t what it used to be, he loses his patience much quicker, retreats into himself or gets angry, breaks everything in his proximity or tries to drink himself into a stupor to quieten the voices; he forgets and can’t concentrate and he hates himself, yet elijah is still by his side.

every touch, every look, every soft word spoken just reiterate what connor knew all along. more than friendship, more than even affection or infatuation, it’s———

connor leanes in and kisses spencer softly. it’s a barely there touch, nothing compared to those other kisses, yet it means more than they ever had. his blue eyes are clear for the first time in a while when he pulls back, features twisted up in an expression he never knew he could show anyone, and from his lips drop words he never thought he’d ever say.

         ”i love you.”

and it’s as simple as that.

[dom-colton-blog]

Red, Orange, Yellow Flicker || Connor & Spencer

[connor-stage]

Shaking his head a little, grin stealing over his features, he eyed Spencer with an arched brow. “Do you really believe it’s going to stay that way? Don’t worry, darling, you’ll get to shoot that gun sooner rather than later.” The look on Spencer’s face was easy to read — for him, at least; just like Spencer could read him easily ; and no one but them could get a grin from the other just like Spencer was showing now at the mention of a date which consisted of burning a building to the ground.

"Kerosine. More potent ; I know a bloke who owes me a favor, he can get us the stuff." Taking out his phone, he made a quick, but simple call, showing a thumbs up at Spencer. "We’ll get some real fireworks that way," He added once he hung up, before moving towards his laptop and booting it up. "Now, let’s see what kind of building we’re dealing with again, hm?" 

It was a rather nondescript building, flanked by two others ; of course, those two would not escape the fire either, but Connor didn’t care. Zooming in a little, his eyes narrowed. “Probably a security system,” He muttered, pointing at the front. “How do you feel about another molotov, darling?”

[dom-colton-blog]

"I think everyone here in London owes you a favor, pretty boy." Spencer snorted, and he was glad that there was a way to push the negative thoughts in his mind to the side for this. Maybe all it would take was a burning building to make things somewhat okay. Odd. He never thought he'd be one of those people that wanted things to be fine in the end. Or was that just his concern for Tristan? 

"Who gives a shit if there's a security system in her shop." He shrugged, "Molotovs will make that problem go away. Besides, why would she have a security system in her butcher shop if she's a fuckin' psycho? Or is that one of her methods to look normal?" 

[dom-colton-blog]

Red, Orange, Yellow Flicker || Connor & Spencer

[connor-stage]

"All right," Connor snorted softly, moving towards where the camera was ; checking whether the battery still worked or needed reloading. "Something to show Ash, hm?" His lips twisted in a dark little smile, eyes glittering with anticipation as he turned the device on and pointed it at Spencer. "Hmmn—" Teeth snagged at his bottom lip, as he watched his husband through the lens, a small hum dragged from his throat. "We should definitely start using it more."

Not wanting to lower the battery power just yet, he turned it off again and tossed it Spencer’s way, chuckling. “Darling, are you asking me on a date?” Sauntering closer, he put his hands on Spencer’s hips, upper body arched back slightly so he could look the other in the face, before leaning up a bit and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Haven’t had a bonfire in a while—- reckon tonight’s as good a night as any. Don’t get shot in the arse this time, though, hm?” He grinned cheekily, raising his brows, before stepping away. “What did you have in mind for firepower?”

[dom-colton-blog]

"I don't think the camera appreciates being a paper weight." He was even shocked that the thing even worked at this rate. Though, a grin came over his features, ear to ear, over the idea of a 'date'. It would be them to consider burning a building to the ground romantic. "Yeah, we can call it a date, pretty boy. Best part is--no one is goin' to be around to make us want to shoot them."

Pity--he did want to use his gun... 

"I figured we could go old school with this one. It's a butcher shop. it has to have some form of heating or cooling system and with some gasoline and matches, it'll just be like having a campfire goin' on. We could even roast marshmellows--or just watch whatever is in that place roast." 

[dom-colton-blog]

Red, Orange, Yellow Flicker || Connor & Spencer

[connor-stage]

Subconsciously, he’d already started fiddling with the ring on his finger, twisting it around when he was in thought. Hadn’t even been a few hours since Spencer had given it to him and already the weight of it felt familiar somehow. A soft smirk tugged at his lips as he tried imagining Evie’s reaction—- the only person he considered a friend who didn’t yet know he was, in fact, married to someone just as crazy as he was.

Though to him, it almost looked obvious ; too obvious, sometimes. He felt happier, if not less burdened, probably also looked the part to people who knew how to read him. Looking at his flat now, comparing it to how it was a year or two ago, it looked better lived in. It looked like home —- even with the unnecessarily high amount of lamps. 

Hell, probably even because the unnecessarily high amount of lamps. 

Opening his fridge to grab something to drink, he had to admit that even there Spencer had managed to make his presence known ; he’d never quite had as many left overs. Something about not wasting resources, to which Connor had sardonically replied they weren’t actually living in bumfuck Tennessee, after which the amount of left overs had only seemed to have doubled. 

Twisting the cap off a bottle of water, he looked up as he heard the door open, smirk widening as he heard his husband’s baritone. “I’m always up for fun, darling ; something you should know by now,” He retorted dryly even as he sauntered towards the living room. “Oh, splendid. We haven’t had a good barbeque in a while.” Squinting slightly, he tilted his head. “Does Tristan want video evidence or will he imagine the party?”

[dom-colton-blog]

Oddly enough, he hadn't really thought to ask Tristan if he wanted to have a video of it or not. Hell--why not? He was sure Jack would be happy to see the place go up in flames, and he was always wondering if making home movies would be a good idea. Why not start it off with a good 'ol BBQ? 

"We should definitely record it, just so we have somethin' for the memories. That, and it might be fun to find a use for the camera other than using it as a paper weight." Which was what it's current use was. The camera just sat on the desk, holding down whatever papers were there. Spencer had half forgotten that there was something there in regards to his new fake ID. 

"We can do it tonight, you know. I mean, the weather is getting cold and I think London could use this to warm up a bit. A night on the town." 

[tristan-mckay]

Don’t feel right, lettin’ y’do all that shit when I should be doin’ it instead. I know why, but it don’t feel right. He’s got a friend o’ him with him when I ain’t there. Gideon. Make sure t’let him know you’re a friend o’ mine or the boy’ll be liable to shoot you to protect Jackie. Bein’ alone ain’t no—- but I’m not sure how much good havin’ people ‘round him he don’t know he can trust is gonna be good either, y’know? He’ll appreciate it, though; even if he won’t show it.

—- nuts? What? What’d you see?

[dom-colton-blog]

I'll be sure to tell whoever is guardin' him that I'm a friend and not a foe. I'm sure that Jack has a memory on him--he might remember me. If not, I'm sure you can text him to let him know that someone is visitin'. A bit of warning in case he doesn't like surprises. I know Connor didn't like any surprises after I got him back..

...Swore that I saw my parents. Like I said, it's probably just my conscience doing shit to me. Can't really tell Connor this sort of thing.. Was weird seein' them the same way they were the day they were killed. I can't imagine how they'd look older..

[dom-colton-blog]

Red, Orange, Yellow Flicker || Connor & Spencer

Sometimes Spencer wondered what the neighbors expected from him and Connor. They would stare as if they expected some sort of show from them--was that how it worked? Because the only show he was able to use as a reference was some drama that was left on one of the televisions at The Sapphire. 

Yet, there the eyes were, peeking out of the door. One day he was going to put fireworks in the walls to make it look like same sex couples had their own party when they entered a room. 

"Guessin' you guys never got your locks fixed after the blackout?" Spencer stared over at them, only to see the door shut tightly. "...thought so." If they knew that they had a pair of killers living across the hall, he imagined they wouldn't be peeking at all. They'd be moving to the farthest end of the city to get away from them. 

Either way, his focus was mainly on the fun that he was allowed to do. Tristan himself OK'd the act--so he wasn't going to bother questioning it one bit. "Hey, pretty boy! Turns out we have ourselves some fun for tonight, if you're up for it." Spencer called out, entering the flat as he closed the door behind him. 

"How's burning down a Butcher Shop sound to you?" 

[connor-stage]

"——- at least that arse didn’t try to eat me," Connor retorted, tone dry yet serious as he gave Spencer another small smile. "If someone’d tried to eat you, I’d probably feel the same, quite honestly."

Not to mention the rape. “Don’t think there’s anything you can do but be around. Like you did for me.”

[dom-colton-blog]

Spencer still couldn't grasp the idea of eating someone. Despite an author's attempt to make Hannibal seem intelligent and of high class--Spencer never liked the idea of eating a human. That was something he never found endearing or fascinating. 

"...I should go get to Tris. I texted him that I had the information so he'll want to have it now rather than later." He sighed, standing up, "I'll be back later on tonight. If I'm not back by tonight, blow up the city for me, yeah?"

[dom-colton-blog]

Get Well Soon || Jack & Dom

There really was no way to express how awkward this felt. Spencer had to stand in line at the drug store with a get well soon card in his hand, and he wasn't even sure if this was needed. "Aw--someone's sick?" The cashier struck up a bland conversation, and Spencer could only nod his head. 

"Yeah, something like that. Nephew ain't feelin' too swift." Nephew. Well, close enough, right? Tristan was like a brother--and if Jack was Tristan's son, that made him a Nephew.

Spencer was never one to get picky about titles. 

But the minute he was out of there and at Tristan's house, he wondered if it was a good idea to see him. Jack didn't know him too well--but it was better to be near him than a stranger, right? 

He wouldn't let someone hurt anyone close to Tristan. And Connor wouldn't let anyone two feet near Spencer. 

Knock Knock. 

"...It's all good, Jack, it's Dom. The one that was shot in the ass. Mind if I let myself in or should I stand out here and admire the door?"

[connor-stage]

"Of course, she only comes out at night, didn’t you know?" Connor chuckled lightly, patting Spencer on the shoulder when his husband got that look in his eye. "She’ll be fine. You know she would’ve called had she been in trouble."

"He has you as an ally; I just do it for you, darling. And you know I live for getting things done."

[dom-colton-blog]

No, she wouldn't have called. But that's real sweet of you to offer. Spencer kept the thought to himself. If Ashley was in danger, then the people behind it would have more than just him on their ass. They'd have a world of hurt. 

"Tristan just don't look like himself lately. I know why--and I know the feelin' cause of when you were missin', but I don't need him going down the wrong path right now."