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  • Natasha happily took the other's arm as they walked. His heels made soft clacking on the pavement as they walked. It seemed to echo through the mostly silent day. Lucas had said that he looked like... Himself? This was bad. Lucas wasn't supposed to compare them. He had to be more careful- limit their time spent together while he was Lilly. Maybe he should only see him at night.


    Natasha's attention was forced back to Lucas when he heard what the other said inside that low, almost dark tone that he loved. Anxiety briefly made him stop in his tracks, his brown eyes flicking up to meet Lucas's dark eyes. Though, this anxiety was gone as quickly as it appeared. Instead, he laughed it off, patting the other's shoulder as if he had just told a funny joke. "Really? You're still trying to make me get inside your car?" He asked teasingly, his lips curling up in a sweet smile. He paused for a moment, outstretching a hand out and watching as large waterdrops started fall into his hand. Natasha allowed his hand to drop back to his side before he spoke again. "Thank you for your offer, Lucas. I truly appreciate it. But I can walk myself. I'm a big girl." He said, stopping in front of Lucas's front porch. He moved so he was in front of Lucas, his grip still lingering on the other's toned arm. Natasha slowly moved his hand up the arm, resting at the other's neck. His gloved fingers slowly trailed up it. Lucas must be rubbing off him because suddenly he wanted to see what his gloved fingers would look like wrapped around the tanned neck. But, before he did anything he moved up, gently gripping the other's chin, forcing Lucas to look inside his own dark eyes. "Will you be alright by yourself?" He asked, his tone sounding like an overly concerned mother fussing over their child.

  • :Lucas Smith.


    "He's not a villian...”


    Lucas raised a brow and studied her as she giggled at his offer. He leaned down to her little ear. "I just don't want a pretty girl like you getting caught by the wrong kind of guy," he growled teasingly and brought her a bit closer. He noticed they were soon back at his house and looked to Lily when she explained she'll be fine and could handle herself. He nodded and purred at the feeling of a hand at his neck, biting his lip as his eyes fell shut. He was pulled out of his daze when the hand moved to his jaw. "I'll be okay, mo- Lily," he assured and looked her over. "Maybe I'll see you again.." Lucas then went up to his porch and turned, waving goodbye before going into his house.


    As soon as he shut the door, Lucas rushed to the kitchen to watch for his medicine. He didn't want to be scared. He didn't want to be angry. But he couldn't remember where he put the bottles. "Fuck!" Where were they!? He felt his veins heat up with rage as continued to desperately search for the medication. Where did he put it? Tears burned his dark eyes as he raked his fingers through his blond hair, growing stressed.


    “He's just a boy...”


  • Natasha's head cocked to the side at the other's mistake, raising one of his perfect brows elegantly. Reluctantly, his hand dropped back to his side from the other's chin, his brow staying raised when the other spoke once more. "Perhaps." He responded with a small shrug that didn't promise anything. He bit his blood red lower lip as he watched Lucas walk into the house with a lustful brown gaze hidden by his long bangs. God, he wanted to see Lucas on his knees, begging while he whipped the other's tanned, toned body with his favourite riding crops. But that was for another day, or maybe the day would never come. Even though Lucas said he missed him, Natasha wasn't going to count on the other attempting to make the first move to come see him again.


    Natasha's lips cruelly curled up when he heard the others loud cuss. Softly, his humming started up again when he turned on his heel, almost skipping all the way to his apartment. Upon reaching his apartment he unlocked the door [leaving it open] before walking over to his closet. His gaze was dark and lustful as he ran his eyes over all the playthings he kept inside there. He so desperately wanted to play with them. Maybe he should find himself another lover. One that would spoil him with gifts. Natasha hummed at the thought, biting the inside of his lip as he slipped off his skirt and heels, replacing it with shorts and long socks. He went shirtless, finding no need to wear one while alone. Next came off his make up and contact lenses. After Natasha returned back to being himself he lazily made his way over to the kitchen, making himself some sweet tea to enjoy while watching the rain.

  • :Lucas Smith.


    "He's not a villian...”


    Lucas sobbed with relief when he found the familar prescriptions. He shakily undid the caps and popped the pills into his mouth, forcing himself to swallow. His body seemed to collapse with exhaustion, relieved he was able to get the pills into his system. Okay, he had to let them sit for a bit before they kicked in. Just deep breaths. He sat down on the kitchen floor and evened out his breathing. Perhaps after he was settled he could see Natasha. His violent thoughts would be relatively contained so he'd have no issue trying to contain them.


    Lucas swallowed dryly and stood shakily, trudging off to the living room. He tugged his shirt off and snuggled up to himself on the couch. He pressed his face into the softness of a nearby blanket and chewed his lower lip. What would he even say to Natasha. Would he even want to talk to him at all? What if he was in the middle if hooking up with a complete different guy? He just wasn't sure. The only way he'd find out, though, was by going to see Natasha.


    “He's just a boy...”


  • Natasha idly tapped on the mobile device in his hands, gnawing on his lips uncertainly. he couldn't bring himself to call one of his friends. Not after his conversation with Lucas today. But who knows? Maybe he could actually go party tonight, drink away his feelings again and then find someone who looked enough like Lucas to satisfy him. Natasha took a deep breath through his skin nostrils at the thought, his eyes fluttering shut. Then again, it didn't matter if he looked like Lucas or not if he was blindfolded. Natasha's lower lip trembled and a soft trembling breath escaped him.


    Natasha slowly laid back on the bed, causing his long raven locks of hair to sprawl along his small body and the mattress covered by soft blankets. Slowly, his half lidded eyes fluttered closed, allowing his mind to wander off in his own little world. His back arched beautifully as he trailed his delicate appearing hands down his jaw, neck, chest, visible ribs before setting them on top of his jutting hip bones. it only rested there for a second before he moved his hands down to set on top of his plush thighs, tugging the thigh highs he was wearing back into the correct position. He bit his trembling, slightly parted lips as his hands stretched above his head, gripping onto the bedpost. Natasha felt tears run down his soft cheeks as his teeth dug in his lip even more, causing blood to run down his chin then his neck, seemingly staining his beautiful skin a dark red. He loved the pain, maybe even craved it. It offered a high- an escape from bitter reality. He wanted more of it, wanted the bruises and blood all over his body and the beautiful high that he experienced after wards. The high was a rare experience-in fact, it was something that he had only experienced once with a his first ever summer fling. His eyes, framed by long lashes that kissed his cheekbones every time he blinked, fluttered open to reveal beautiful grey eyes. The stained and beaten up looking ceiling stared back at him, silently mocking him. His grip on the bedpost tightened and the back of his head slammed back against the soft mattress. He didn't even know why he was pathetically allowing tears to run down his cheeks. But here he was, lying alone in his bed, blood running down his chin as he silently cried.

  • :Lucas Smith.


    "He's not a villian...”


    After a little less than a half hour, Luke got up and grabbed a hoodie. He slid it on before zipping it up and leaving his house quietly. He walked to Natasha's house, just taking his time. He still wasn't entirely sure what he would say to the other man. He sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair, only to feel the flowers from earlier. Oh. Yeah. He forgot about those. He carefully took them out and tucked them in the pocket of his hoodie. He sighed and continued on his way to the apartment complex Natasha lived in.


    Once he found the correct apartment, he took a deep breath and opened the door. He stepped in, kicking his shoes off and tugging the hoodie away before walking to the bedroom where he assumed Natasha to be. He peeked in and saw the boy, tilting his head at the sight. "Nat, baby..." he whispered and watched the young man. He walked over slowly and saw the blood. Following his first instinct, he leaned down and licked the blood that had dripped down his neck and chin. Once he reached his lips, he dotted a soft kiss on his pretty lips.


    “He's just a boy...”


  • Natasha didn't even hear hs door open, nor someone entering the room he was in. His attention only got stolen away from his own thoughts when he heard Lucas's deep voice and the other's body towering over him. Natasha was silent but he tilted his head so Lucas could lick up the blood that trailed from his lips a little easier and his hands came to rest on the other's shoulders. It wasn't until Lucas kissed him did Natasha nice one hand from the other's shoulder to the back of the other's head, forcing them to deepen the kiss. The kiss tasted of blood. Natasha had mentally noted, almost amused by the fact. Finally, after his lungs started to beg him for air he gently pushed Lucas away ever so slightly, a strand of saliva following him. Natasha's cheeks had heated up and a beautiful pastel pink colour dusted over them. From his slightly parted lips were soft, cute pants.


    "Missed you." Natasha softly admitted while his eyes trailed over the others features. His soft thighs rubbed together, more embarrassed that he had to admit such a thing. He followed the other's lips, pressing a closed lipped kiss against them before the back of his head rested against the mattress again. His body trembled with the need to be touched and taken care of as he non committedly allowed his arms to fall from the other's shoulders and instead rest casually just above his head. Due to his movements some strands of long hair fell into his slightly parted lips as he settled into a comfortable silence. Natasha didn't bother wiping away the old tears as he stared at Lucas, his grey gaze was a mix of many confusing emotions, but one that stood out was curiosity. He was curious as to why Lucas was here inside his apartment. Natasha didn't seem to mind it though.