Sorry, this is epic, and still not reached the climax (literally and figuratively!). It just kept on coming. Hope you like.
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The still blackness in the room enveloped him, crushing him. He wanted to dematerialise out of there but didn?t have the presence of mind to do it.
As he watched, V ? keeping the vice-like grip on his neck ? spun Qhuinn around, at the same time reaching for his sacred black dagger with his free hand. The two males were now facing Blay, although neither was aware of him. V held the tip of his dagger to Quinn?s exposed neck, point up, pressing just enough to dimple the skin. He lowered his head to take his mouth level to Qhuinn?s ear and all Blay could see was the familiar Red Sox cap. He was aware of something being whispered but even his acute hearing couldn?t pick it up. Seeing Qhuinn lock down his muscles, he assumed it was something along the lines of ?Don?t fucking move.? The mismatched eyes he knew so well began to darken, and he could smell the combination of fear and desire.
V began to move the dagger slowly down, slicing through Quinn?s t-shirt with ease, exposing a defined collar bone. Lower ... a broad chest. Lower ... a tightening nipple. Lower ... a sculpted six-pack. He paused at Qhuinn?s navel, turned the blade so it was facing the floor, flat against the smooth skin of the younger male. The pulsing erection a few inches below was impossible to ignore. V slid he dagger inside the Diesel denims, cutting the belt with a single flick. The dagger came to rest behind the now diamond-hard dick as the jeans slid to the floor.
?Bloody whore.? thought Blay, unsurprised, as it became apparent Qhuinn was commando.
The point of the dagger was pressing against Qhuinn?s navel, just at the base of his cock. V sank it into his flesh, using just enough pressure to draw a trickle of bright red blood. Raising his head, he drew the dagger to his lips and with his tongue cleaned the blood off the blade. If Vishous were to let go of his neck, Qhuinn would surely fall to his knees, the effort of keeping his body locked down clearly showing, his heart racing, his breathing shallow. But V bent down himself, moving in front of Qhuinn, lowering his head level with the straining cock and gently sealed the wound. Qhuinn moaned and thrust his hips towards V who immediately straightened up, coming eye to eye with Qhuinn. Again Blay couldn?t hear what was being said. V slid behind again, releasing his grip on the neck, using both hands on Qhuinn?s wide shoulders to keep him upright. The gloved hand glowed as it traced over Qhuinn?s biceps, down his arms, catching his waist and stopping at his hips. He firmly pulled Qhuinn backwards, released him, then pulled him back again, his own erection meeting the firm ass cheeks through his leathers.