@distopea - [ Response to ASK ]
Quick fire - the noise muted through muzzle, but the effect didn't lessen. The fear, the whispered screams, the fluid gurgles of deflating lungs. Nothing new, nothing exciting but the results of the aftermath of a monster returning to its cave. A cave long neglected, burned down and left behind to the elements not of his controlā¦ and the vermin. Gods, the vermin. So much infestation that shouldn't ever be here because this was his home, his land, his place of worship and yet, and yet - look at it. As he stood amongst the few squatters that had taken refugee under the roof, though it was an ant nest of dirt, needles and food, it was his haven.
Though a Godless one, because where was he? His God? His delight that he worshipped every day back on that train home, back in the darkness of his own kind, his own people, taking the tales of his brother to hear and they both pushed into being normal. Learning hard, learning deep - how to cross boarders without being illegal this time. Their works changed from just blood money to monikers of trade. Legal documents, a little illegal handling, but overall they were now people of the world. No longer on the back of trucks, flying under the radar or crossing the rivers on raft and fishermen payments.
Maxim was finally home, he learned well, his English second best in his class, but it wasn't his favoured tongue. Accent still thick, and he used it to his advantage. As he twisted to the person in his home, he wanted to scream, to kill them on the spot, but in his plight of where, who and why's of the mind. He didn't reload his gun in time, no, instead as he turned with panic on his tongue. Ploy, lure, bait - came to his hunter like mind and yet, the moment those words were replied too from being tossed out. Light broke through the clouds of storm and the smell of rain devoured the room over the iron stains that took up space where they were very not welcomed.
Maxim didn't know how to react, at first, he felt numb, the hot rage from his home being invaded and overtaken by these miscreants only grew with the more he killed, but now? Ezra. Oh, oh - oh, his Ezra. As if the memory of their home returned, the vision he saw it being contaminated, still burnt through - was reverted to its actual state. Though run-down and dusty, it wasn't a place that hadn't been abandoned fully, it showed signs of being kept in some level but now, now it looked liveable again in his eyes. Mostly because Ezra was home.
Cameraā¦ aaah, of course, of course, of course! No way would his Ezra not be watching this nest. Their home, their first love blossomed here many times. Bloody and violent, fiery and passionate. Everything that an only and first love should be from the start. As he stepped over a body, a finger or two cracking under his heels weight, he tossed the gun aside - uncaring as always since he would be cleaning up later anyway. His sole attention though was upon his lover, stalking like a predator that cared not in being seen, confident in catching its prey and Maxim knew. Almost smelt it, that wariness that made his blood sing the closer he got.
Ezra, was looking beautiful in this state, this moment of unknown but Maxim couldn't stop himself. He reached forward with intentions of touching, but something made him move that thought elsewhere. Instead, his frame merely stopped - a hairs' breath away from their own. Eye to eye, nose to nose, chest to chestā¦ He couldn't touch, something about them made it so and it drove Maxim crazy. He could just take hold of their face, smear the blood splattered on his hands over their flesh, taint that beauty in the best colour of all time and yet, he couldn't make himself do it. He didn't want to ruin this look, not with the blood of rats.
"Ezraā¦" His lips part, crack almost at the cheeks with the intensity of his grinning pleasure. "My Ezraā¦ You should have let me know you were watching, I would have stripped naked just for you, used that very bed for a better show. Aah, a missed opportunity to reclaim this nest from these filthy vermin." He laughed light, airy - not thinking about much else but how those lips would feel against his tongue should he just stretch it across the gap, but no. He held himself at bay, instead flexing his tongue over his own teeth.
He wanted to touch him. His Ezra. Just hold him. Feel him. Taste him. Bite him. Eat him. Yes, this man still made his saliva kick into overdrive, still made his stomach churn with the weight of lacking anything of his lover within his jaws. Oh, how fast and loud his hands slam upon the wall either side his lovers frame. How he got them to back up without tripping was a miracle, but it was all the same. The fear, the chase, the tease, the trust of knowing only just slightly, that Maxim wouldn't kill him. Couldn't kill him. No, but Maxim could stare at him like he was ripping his flesh off, strip by strip, with his very teeth that glistened and drool that threatened the corners of his mouth.
"I've missed you. I've longed for youā¦ why weren't you here for me?" Hurt, so hurtā¦ but, he wasn't angry. Not fully. "Ahā¦" There it was though, as he leaned closer, his nose so shy of touching skin and collar but just held enough back. Inhaling them though didn't go without obvious delights, the man was trembling and squeezing his fingers against the wall that a part of its unkept paper tore under his nails. "Did youā¦ no, no, you wouldn't, you ā¦ wouldn't. You love me." He rasped with a shallow laugh instead, dismissing the agony, and yet - just that alone was enough to sour his mood. As his smile twisted, lowering with his head retreating just enough to allow their eyes to align.
"Are you seeing someone else in my absence, E z r a?" He laughed again, but this held nothing but dread, a sound akin to tolling bells of a funeral in motionā¦ and yet, as quickly as it was asked, he was already moving away. Hands moving to his own face to smear from the centre outsides towards his hair. Inhale, exhale. He was fine, he was fine, Ezra wouldn't be that stupid in his absence, gods no, but ā¦ did it matter? Did it really matter now? After all - "I'm home now, so you can kill them, yeah? Dinner together sounds delightful! I'll need to shower before we go though, I gotā¦ messy waiting for you to come home."
