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Danny wasn’t sure he’d ever been so turned on by being pinned down. At least, not by someone his own size. It wasn’t just that Doc had actually moved fast enough to catch him off guard, although he could claim that it was just because he was distracted… But he wouldn’t discredit the vet like that. As he looked up at him, he wasn’t sure he could have even if he’d wanted to.
Marcus’s eyes were focused on him with a heated intensity, legs tight on either side of his hips. One hand was already undoing his belt, the other holding a fistful of his cowl to keep him down. When he tried to sit up, the vet paused, eyes flashing as they caught the light.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Danny whispered, unable to help the near worshipful tone in his voice. Admittedly, he hadn’t expected his fears to be so easily assuaged, but the fact that Doc really did see him and accept him for what he was without expecting him to give up something that was a part of himself…
In retrospect, he felt silly for ever letting the Trickster get into his head. He knew Doc better than that. Definitely better than Ji-Woon could ever hope to. He also knew himself, and if there was one thing he could say with absolute certainty, it was that he would never hurt Marcus. Not with his knife or his hands. Not by withholding the truth… Never again.
The ginger’s lips turned up in a smile and Ghostface felt his heart skip a beat. Had anyone ever smiled at him like that before Doc? Full of lust and want and love? Well, lust, sure… Fuck the Entity, he would fight Pinhead and his god if it meant getting the vet to keep smiling like that.
Hopefully it would never come to such extremes, but he’d do it in a heartbeat if it did!
Yanking his pants open, Marcus gently traced his fingers across Danny’s skin. The teasing touch left a trail of goosebumps in its wake, and the killer hummed, “Ooh, that feels good. But you know the real fun is a little further down.”
Grinning as he leaned down to murmur in the Slasher’s ear, Marcus agreed, “It is, and I plan to have a lot of fun. So follow me.”
“To the ends of the earth, Doc,” he promised.
Teeth grazed his ear, before a hungry voice countered, “How about we start with the bedroom?”
All too happy to agree, Danny wasn’t given the chance to say as much before he was being pulled to his feet like he weighed absolutely nothing. Caught against the vet’s body with an arm tight around his waist, he found himself at an absolute loss for words.
He’d expect that kind of manhandling from Evan or Michael… Or Jason…. But from Doc? What the hell was Wesker giving him?! Steroids?!
Lips met his in a searing kiss and his disbelief was quickly forgotten as hands tugged at his cowl, drawing him closer to the bedroom. Shedding his clothing in a trail from the couch to the bed, Danny only broke off the kiss long enough to help Marcus pull his hoodie off, but when he tried to grab the ginger to pull him close so he could take over, he once again found himself in for a surprise.
A foot hooked behind his leg as hands pushed firmly on the center of his chest. Tripping, he flailed his arms for balance, only to land on the vet’s bed with a small bounce. Fingers dug into his legs, pushing his knees up towards his chest as Marcus climbed on top of him. Shit, he hadn’t been kidding about not being gentle!
Grinning from ear to ear, Ghostface purred, “Now that you’ve got me, what are you planning to do with me?”
Releasing one leg, he reached over to dig through the bedside table for the lube before answering in a low, rough voice, “I’m going to fuck you ‘till neither of us can walk a straight line.”
It gave Danny chills, and he let out a breathless laugh. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“Then you’re going to love this,” Doc remarked, and before he could form a response, the vet was balls deep inside him.
With no warning and no prep, it was enough to pull a very un-Slasher-like squeal from the killer. Shocked to hear it even though he’d been the one who’d made the sound, he slapped a hand over his mouth, glaring at Marcus when he cooed, “Aww, don’t get all bashful. I like hearing the sounds you make.”
Squinting at him, Danny lowered his hand to threaten, “I’m going to flip you over and fuck you until you cry ag–”
Pulling back, Marcus snapped his hips forward, interrupting him and turning his attempt at a threat into a throaty moan. Letting go of the Slashers legs, he transferred one hand to his hair to hold his head back as he latched his teeth onto the side of his neck.
Back arching, the killer groaned as pain and pleasure mingled in a thrilling combination. The delicious sting as his body adjusted, coupled with blunt teeth working a dark bruise into his skin, not to mention the aggression Doc was displaying as he took control. Fuck the Entity, it was good.
“Fuck, Doc,” Danny breathed, fingers grasping at the vet’s shoulders and back. “Feeling a little pent up, are we?”
A hand wrapped around his neck, squeezing hard enough to turn his moans into wheezy, breathless gurgles. Not that he minded, as the lightheadedness only heightened the pleasure burning through him. Every nerve was on fire, mind clouding with a haze of intoxicating sensations.
Teeth worked more bruises into a growing trail before releasing, tongue lapping over the tender spot a couple of times before the ginger raised his head. Dots of reflective blue and green swam into Danny’s spotty vision and he grinned, recognizing the vet’s eyes as they caught the light.
God, he was beautiful, but when he tried to say as much, all that came out was a raspy, “Hkkkk!”
“Mine,” Marcus hissed, giving one final thrust as he came.
Back arching to press his leaking cock tightly between their bodies, Danny let out a garbled sound as the added pressure pushed him over the edge. Gasping as the crushing grip on his windpipe let up, he started to laugh. Blinking the remaining spots from his vision, he smiled up at the ginger. “Hmm, you are… just full of surprises, Doc.”
Laughing slightly as he caught his breath, Marcus leaned down to kiss him again before murmuring, “Well, I hope you’re not too surprised to hear that I’m not done with you yet, Ghostface.”
“Oooh,” he groaned, entire body shuddering. That felt so good, he couldn’t help but ask, “Fuck, say that again, Doc.”
“Ghostface,” he murmured, grinning as the Slasher shivered again. “You get so tight every time I say your name. I could probably cum again, just from that.”
Reaching up to brush some of Marcus’s hair away from his eyes, Danny agreed, “Hmmm, I’d love to be a part of that.”
The instant he said it, the vet’s pupils dilated like a predator that had just spotted its next meal. Instead of a helpless little rabbit, however, they were focused solely on Danny. It was one of the hottest things the Slasher could ever recall seeing, but before he could react, he was being aggressively rolled onto his stomach.
Fingers dug into his hips as Marcus leaned over his back. Lips brushed ear and he let out a moan as the vet whispered, “I hope you can keep up, Ghostface.”
Normally, he’d have gladly come back with a snarky answer or challenge of his own. Maybe even a promise to repay him in kind next time, but there was something so disarming about being dominated instead of just topped that his brain was left feeling like complete mush. Happy, horny, mush.
“Ghostface,” Doc’s voice murmured, and he threw his head back with a wordless cry. Fuck, it really did make everything feel more intense. The heat coming off the vet’s body, touch almost burning as hands roamed his back and ribs. An arm snaked around his chest, lips pressing into the back of his neck as Marcus rolled his hips against him.
“Ghhh, shi– Ooh, fuck,” Danny groaned. It was so rare for him to feel so… unburdened. To not only be able to give up control, but to relax and trust the person he was handing the reins to.
Haa, if Evan could see him now. He’d probably have an aneurysm, knowing that someone had finally gotten him to fully submit, instead of just bottoming.
His Slasher title was whispered in his ear again and he felt his knees go weak. If not for Doc holding him so tightly, he probably would have face planted in the mattress.
Teeth bit down on his shoulder, muffling the sound but doing nothing to dampen the sensation as Marcus snarled his name. It was the most intense sensation yet, and he came with a keening whine. To his utter delight, the vet fucked him through it, continuing to whisper his name between gentle kisses.
Danny’s entire body ached from the constant stimulation, but he loved it. The perfect blend of overstimulation and comfort, and when he felt Marcus cum for the second time, he finally let his legs give out. The blissful sensation that followed as a solid weight blanketed his back to press him down against the bed was just… perfect. Fuck the Entity’s ghost, if there was a heaven, he’d found it.
Eyelids heavy, he let out a content groan. “Hmmm, Doc? You okay? Did you pass out?”
There was a beat of silence, but before he could start to worry, Marcus murmured, “Nope. You?”
“I’m present and accounted for,” he chuckled. “Fuck me–”
“Okay,” he heard, before the arm around his chest was shifting to wrap tightly around his neck.
“Doc?!” he squawked, eyes shooting open all the way as he was rolled onto his side. He wasn’t complaining, but he was surprised!
Marcus hadn’t pulled out before laying on top of him, and he managed to stay inside him as he repositioned them. Throwing one leg over Danny’s to keep him from squirming or rolling away from the body behind him, he reached around to wrap his fingers around his shaft.
“Ghostface,” Marcus murmured, burying his face in the side of his neck.
The vet wasn’t moving, but the sensation of his name being spoken in conjunction with the just right pressure squeezing his cock was enough to make him buck and whine.
“Holy Christ,” Danny wheezed. His own limited movements were grinding him back on the ginger and he’d just stabbed himself right in the sweet spot.
His name was whispered again, that time accompanied by a roll of the ginger’s Doc’s hips, and he gasped. It only took his Slasher name being gently murmured a few more times before he was spilling across Marcus’s fingers, entire body jerking as the vet held him close. The arms holding him tightened, and his foggy mind just registered the sensation of heat spilling into him for the third time.
Not bothering to try and disentangle them as they basked in the shared post orgasm glow, he let out a sigh when he felt lips press against the back of his neck. “Doc?”
“Mhmm?” the vet murmured happily.
He sounded half asleep, and Danny smiled. “You good back there?”
“Ooh… I feel… really good,” he promised. “I’m not going to pass out… But I could use a nap.”
“Hmmmm… Let’s nap here… Then go shower at my place when we wake up?” Danny proposed.
“You’re too good to me,” Marcus chuckled, giving him a gentle squeeze.
Turning his head as best he could, he met the vet’s eyes and smiled. “Ahh, you deserve it and more, Doc.”
The grin and blush that answered him said more than words ever could, and he fell asleep with a smile on his face.
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Jason didn’t usually mind silence. At least, the comfortable, peaceful kind of quiet one could usually find in a forest. It wasn’t really silent by any means. Not with the breeze blowing through the leaves and birds chirping and lake water lapping underneath the dock he was repairing. But there was something missing. Not really a sound . It was a specific lack of presence.
Mother… He hadn’t heard her voice in almost a month and it was starting to worry him. Ever since she’d gone silent during his trip to the Realm, he hadn’t heard a single word from her. It was making him anxious to the point where even Michael was reluctantly giving him space.
Maybe that’s why Mother had been so quiet. Maybe she was tired too…
Right. Tired. Surely that was all. There was no way she was shutting him out because she was disappointed in him for some reason. He’d done everything he could to keep Camp Crystal Lake free from trespassers. He hadn’t tried to keep any of them or replace her! He would never try to replace her!
There was always another possibility of course… Perhaps Mother thought he had finally reached a point where he didn’t need her anymore. Technically he didn’t need her anymore. He could take care of himself. He was a grown man after all, even if couldn’t remember exactly how old he was. Now he had a son, sort of, and friend. He’d had sex–
Oh, god… What if she was disappointed in him for sleeping with someone? No… No, that couldn’t be it. She knew he and Michael had been doing hand stuff for years… She hadn’t been particularly thrilled, but once she’d seen just how much Michael meant to him, she’d slowly started to accept him. Even if she hadn’t said it in as many words, he knew she’d been upset too when he suddenly stopped showing up all those years ago, and he’d been able to feel her relief when he’d come back from the Entity’s Realm.
All the ‘Entity’ business was another load of stress and Jason was starting to grow tired of it. As much as he wanted to help ensure that the spider creature that had taken his friend from him for so long was indeed truly gone, he wasn’t sure what he could actually do to help. It didn’t feel right to leave Camp Crystal Lake while his mother was silent, but he was certain the ‘Richards-Entity’ as they’d begun to call it wasn’t there.
Admittedly, the Tricker’s body disappearing right after the Legion had killed him had been incredibly frustrating and only served to put him in an even worse mood. That had been the final straw, and for his own peace of mind, he’d expelled the Legion from his home and made it clear in no uncertain terms that he was done letting the rest of the Realm Slashers hunt on his land. There was nothing there to find. If there had been, they’d missed it and it was too late to do anything about it now…
Putting the final board in place, Jason hammered the nails in before stepping back to look over his project. It looked good. Sturdy. Hopefully he wouldn’t have a reason to smash through it again any time soon. Stupid fucking campers…
“Papa…” a voice whined, and he turned as he was finally pulled from his thoughts.
Ah, right. Brahms. He seemed to finally be figuring out Doors, but it was difficult to tell when he was actually in the camp unless he was outside of his wall tunnels. Jason still had no idea how the hell they even worked, as the last time he’d spotted the telltale mirror, he’d circled the cabin about a dozen times, but still found no outward signs of them. Then again, he was aware some Slashers had seemingly reality bending Powers, so he really wasn’t all that worried about it.
“I hurt my hand,” Brahms told him, holding up one arm. Sure enough, blood was coating his skin all the way from his fingertips to his elbow, where it had soaked into the sleeve of his sweater.
Jason sighed. Although he was impressed by how well he was handling what was obviously a pretty bad injury, he had to question what the hell he’d been doing to get himself hurt so badly.
‘What happened?’ he signed. At least Brahms had been able to catch on quickly so communication wasn’t much of an issue when he did want something.
Although his face was hidden behind his mask, the Slasher’s eyes darted to one side as he shrugged.
Ah, great. He’d been doing something he knew he wasn’t supposed to do and didn’t want to admit it.
Crossing his arms, Jason made no move to help him. If he didn’t want to tell him what he’d done, he could deal with the consequences on his own too.
“It hurts,” Brahms complained, but when he still wasn’t offered any aid, he mumbled, “I was playing with one of your traps…”
Of course he had been…
Nodding, Jason waved him over so he could take a look at his hand. He’d warned him repeatedly to keep his hands away from his jaw traps and any set snares. He wasn’t too worried about them being triggered with nothing in them -they were easy enough to reset as he’d been doing it for years- but he didn’t want Brahms to slice any of his fingers off. They could be reattached, but he wasn’t sure he could get the younger Slasher to sit still long enough for it to heal properly, nor did he have faith in his pain tolerance.
Finally getting an up close look at Brahms’ hand, Jason blinked several times, trying to figure out how the fuck he’d managed that. Three of his fingers were obviously broken, one being nearly degloved. His palm had multiple deep gouges in it, and his thumb looked like it had been crushed.
“It hurts… Can you fix it?”
Slowly raising his head so he could look him in the eyes, Jason had to fight the urge to slap a hand over his hockey mask. No. No, he could not fix that! But he knew someone who could! Nodding, he reached out and grabbed Brahms by the wrist, only to recoil when the touch was met with an ear shattering scream.
“That hurts!” Brahms shouted, voice much deeper than the high, childish tone he usually used.
It always caught Jason off guard when he actually spoke in a normal tone of voice, and he cocked his head to one side. Studying the Boy for a moment, he signed, ‘Follow me. I’ll take you to someone who can fix it.’
“Daddy?” Brahms questioned, sounding hopeful.
Jason shook his head, unsurprised when he got a disappointed ‘aww’ in response.
Michael had made it extremely clear that Brahms wasn’t allowed in or around his house anymore. He didn’t even want him in the Realm, but there was no way to enforce that unless the Shape wanted to personally chase him out every time he showed up. He probably would have if he didn’t think Brahms would have enjoyed the attention…
Waving him along, Jason started towards the woods. Unlike Michael, he couldn’t redirect Doors, so he’d have to fully enter the Realm to use the Tree. He didn’t like using them very much, but he’d have to use one to get to Doc’s house, and since there was already a Door in his coat closet connected to the Tree, he’d have to use that one to get there. It was, in his opinion, a wretchedly over-complicated process.
Admittedly, getting to the Realm would have been a lot faster if he’d just opened a Door inside one of the cabins so he could get to the Tree immediately, but again… He didn’t want to. Brahms could walk, and maybe being stuck with a mangled hand for a few extra minutes would help get the point across about not messing with his traps and tools.
Focused more on reaching the wall of fog that connected the Realm to Camp Crystal Lake, he failed to notice Brahms slowly falling back until he spoke up again.
Stopping a good ten feet away from the opaque mist leaking through the trees, he said in a strangely uncomfortable voice, “Papa… Can we go a different way? I don’t like the fog.”
Pausing, Jason turned to squint at him before turning back to the fog. It wasn’t that bad. Besides, it couldn’t hurt to teach Brahms how to find his way through the Realm by focusing on landmarks like the Tree and Saloon.
Taking a few steps, he stopped again when he realized Brahms wasn’t following him. Turning again, Jason waved for him to come along, only for the Slasher to shake his head.
“No. I don’t like the fog. There are things in the fog,” Brahms hissed, going so far as to take a step back.
‘Things? What things?’ Jason wondered, before it occurred to him that there was a very real chance Brahms had run into Dredge or that tall, gangly thing with no face. The Demogorgon, or whatever it was called.
Sighing, he nodded. He’d have to sit down and write out an explanation of what they both were so Brahms could understand that they weren’t a threat to him. Well, Dredge wasn’t at least. The Demogorgon tended to be a bit more of a wild card, from what he understood.
Trekking back through the woods to the cabins, Jason pointed at a door frame before signing, ‘Can you open a Door to the Tree in the Realm?’
Brahms blinked, staring at the open cabin door for a moment before looking down at his mangled hand, then at Jason with a quizzical expression behind his mask.
‘You need to learn to open Doors while you’re injured,’ he signed. ‘It might save your life someday, so now is a good time to practice.’
Looking at his hand again, Brahms finally nodded. Reaching out with his good hand, he pressed it to the frame for a moment. The cold air of a Door began pouring from the cabin, and Jason offered an approving nod. Following the Boy as he stepped through to the Realm, he nearly trampled someone as they stepped out of the Tree.
“Fuck the Entity, Canada!” Ghostface griped, quickly taking a couple of steps back. “Keep an eye out for us little people, will you?”
Before Jason could punch him, the smaller killer doubled over with a sound of pain. Holy shit! He thought it, and it happened! Was he gaining a new Power?
“Oh, god, I just called myself short,” Ghostface wheezed, and Jason let out a small sigh. Damn. Not his doing after.
“What are you and Jr. doing he– Holy shit, what did you do? Stick your fingers in a blender?” Danny scoffed, head tilting as he spotted Brahms’ hand.
‘Bear trap,’ Jason signed, before asking, ‘Where is Doc?’
“Ahhha,” Ghostface sighed. “I’ll tell you, but only if you promise you’re not going to kidnap him after he gets the squirrel patched up.”
“Squirrel?” Brahms asked, and Danny’s masked face turned towards him.
“Yes. Squirrel. Because you go scratching around in the walls like a fucking rodent,” he elaborated. “Now, Jason? What are your intentions with Doc?”
‘Where is he?’ he repeated, already tired of Danny’s blabbering.
“He’s at home,” Ghostface informed. “I just dropped him off, actually. He’s still getting the last of Wesker’s little virus out of his system, so don’t be too shocked if he’s a bit tired.”
Shit, it was that time of the month, wasn’t it?
Jason’s concern must have shown through his body language, as the smaller Slasher laughed. “Aah, don’t worry, he’s doing a lot better than the last couple of times.”
‘Is anyone with him?’ Jason questioned, still not liking the idea of the vet being home alone to deal with the aftermath of injection day.
“No, I left him on his own so I can go Neon Clown hunting,” Ghostface deadpanned. Scratching the back of his hood, he mumbled, “Wait, hold on, that makes it sound like I’ve got beef with Kenneth again… I may have found a lead on the Trickster, so I’m going to check it out. The Legion are with him, and I think Chucky’s back… But anyway, the Legion are with him and he knows to call if he needs anything. Toodles!”
Disappearing through the Tree before Jason could grab him, he was left standing there to silently wonder… Who the fuck was Chucky?
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