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[Jack Knight]

Jack zipped up his pants and let the body drop to the ground. He paused for a minute to catch breath. “You need to hurry.” The voice in his head insisted. “I know, I know.” Jack grumbled then scooped up the woman’s lifeless body. He moved through the shadows with her carried bridal style in his arms. If anyone saw them, they would most likely think she was drunk and he was carrying her home. It was a common site on the streets of New Vegas in the early hours of the morning.

However, home is not where Jack was taking her. Since the emergence of Vampires, the construction of the city and the unwelcome guests who lived below it, Jack’s compulsion to kill became much easier to get away with.

It wasn’t far to his destination near one of the playgrounds in the Burrow. What he was looking for was a sewer drain, concealed by an overgrowth of weeds. He knew it was there and so did the voice. “Slit her throat so they smell it.” The voice chattered gleefully. “I know, I know!” Jack grumbled back at it. He lay the woman in front of the iron gate that led into the sewer tunnel. He pulled out a large razor sharp knife and sliced it deep into her neck.

If felt so good to do that, he wanted to fuck her again. He dragged the knife across her chest and sliced into her blouse. “Jack, no.” the voice warned him. “Just a minute, just give me a goddamned minute.” He growled back. He dug the knife into her breast and carved a deep gash clean up to her collar bone. He grinned maniacally and carved another gash in her abdomen. “Jack, we need to go, they're coming!” the voice insisted. Jack could hear the growling and heavy paws hitting the ground. He wiped his blade on the woman’s blouse and tucked it away. Quickly he moved down wind and out of site. “You are absolutely no fun.” He shot a harsh whisper at the voice. “I am keeping you alive, dumbass.” The voice informed him. “Fuck you.” Jack shot back.

Jack quietly watched the iron gate swing open and two fur covered animals that were much to big to be ordinary animals, step out of the sewer tunnel. He watched with anticipation as the two sniffed the body and looked around. They saw nothing, and nobody, and this was not the first time. They didn’t know who left the offerings but they knew it was safe. They tore into the body, devouring half of it before grabbing what was left and dragging it away. “Lycan’s are so cool to watch.” Jack whispered softly in awe.

Jack waited until it was safe and turned to leave when he felt a pair of eyes on him. He looked quickly to make sure it was not a Lycan. What he saw surprised him. Rather than an angry or horrified expression, he saw a mischievous grin that was clouded in arousal. Who the hell was this clown?

[etienne]

Etienne had dragged himself to the underground, he did not fit in there. At least from his appearance to judge but on the other hand, deep inside, he knew he was supposed to be down here, where the filth and misfits were all crawling around. The danger in itself was what had put him there, it wasn’t enough with just strolling aimlessly in the town, the vampires did simply not attack innocent humans, that were the laws, but he could’ve hoped a vampire would at least stop and talk with him. But apparently that hadn’t happen for the past weeks so now he was taking charge and seeking thrills elsewhere. He had heard about the underground, something about the terror of lycans and mutants, he enjoyed the idea of lycans even though he had never seen one. In his mind he imagined them to be ripped beasts, it actually sounded really good in Etienne’s mind. It didn’t take him long to find that the Underground was more pleasing to be in than anything as he had spotted a man with a woman, the man was leaning over her and slicing her blouse with a knife. That was frankly something that Etienne could get off too, the danger of having weapons near the body. He shivered in ecstasy, imagining he was the woman as he stopped his steps to just watch what kind of play they were doing.

Though he soon noticed that the woman was in fact dead and the man was now massacring her body in the foulest of ways. Even so, Etienne couldn’t move away though the ringing bells were starting to scream in his ears to get the fuck out of there before he became a witness of a murder, which he already was but before he became a victim rather. Even though he liked pain he did not want it to go overboard, not to the point of dying. He wouldn’t mind getting a cut or a hundred, he wouldn’t even complain more than a pleasant groan if he got stabbed.

He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts because when he got back he noticed that the body was getting eaten by lycans, it was the first time he had seen the furry creatures, but where had the human gone off too? Or mutant, he frankly didn’t know. The murderer perhaps was a more suitable name. He couldn’t stand watching the dogs eat the female and drag her lifeless body way but he was more fascinated and thrilled by the murderer. He almost thought on giving up before he saw the human get out from his hide out, it left a content smile upon Etienne’s lips as he hadn’t lost the other male. Truth was that he was indeed aroused, he had a hard bulge in his pants that was screaming for release and his mind was shouting after pain. He stared at the male, though as the male stared back he couldn’t do anything but to freeze in the position he was in, with aroused eyes and a glad grin upon his rather handsome face. Well, fuck.. Was all he thought, now he would get killed. Surely he did stand a bit away and could possibly run away from the other, in time get to the city and scream for one of the vampires to help him out. But instead of running with the tail between his legs he actually went forward to the murderer, walking calmly with his hands lifted up some to show he wasn’t carrying any weapon and was completely harmless. “I’m not going to tell anyone, I promise.. I just... Wow.” Etienne was a bit of a shock himself, he wasn’t able to kill anyone, as far as he knew but actually to see someone who had done it, even though he hadn’t witnessed the murder but he had seen the stabbing and carving of flesh afterwards, it was more arousing than he had ever imagined. And perhaps the glossy eyes and the bulge in his pants was revealing how much he had in fact been enjoying it.

[Jack Knight]

Jack stood there staring at the man for a moment, sizing him up, deciding what he was. He was not a vampire because his skin was a little too tanned, his eyes not quite pale enough and he just didnt have that Vampire presence to him. No, he was a human. There was always a chance that he was a mutant being that they were close to the Undercity but he looked more like a city dweller with the way he was dressed. No, he was human, or a very well hidden mutant.

"I'm not afraid of you." Jack said in a matter of fact way. He wasn't afraid of anyone, not even Vampires. The Wizard was afraid of things, it kept Jack alive by listening to those fears and acting on them when he wasn't being a boorish shit. "You can tell anyone you want, I'd be gone before I could be captured." he stepped in close to the human. He could see his arousal and smirked at the fact that it matched his own. What was one to do with two males facing eachother off with raging boners between them?

"You like that, don't you?" Jack asked mischievously. He pointed toward the strange man's trousers with his knife. "I see I managed to turn you on." he grinned and took another step. "Tell me, is it the knife that turns you on, the killing, or the blood? Or is it a combination of any of these things?" It occured to him that the man might be a masochist. That intrigued hims since Jack was a sadist. It would be wicked fun to have a little time with this one.

Jack suddenly reached out and grabbed the mans hand and pulled it against the blade of the knife, not cutting the skin but pressing into it. "Do you like that?" he asked seductively, "Would you like me to cut you?" Jacks erection just got harder.

[etienne]

“I never believed you were. I believe it’s quite the opposite in fact.” Etienne stated with his hands still risen in the air in a submissive position. He slowly lowered them down towards his thighs in a normal way before he tilted his head a bit to the side, shook his head some. “I won’t tell.” Truthfully they were a rather odd couple of males, standing in front of each other, aroused on top of that over a rather fucked up thing to be aroused about. He felt like taking a step back as the other came closer, but he stood still in his spot, letting the other approach him.

“Perhaps.” He answered just as mischievously, though the boner in his pants surely gave it away that he was. And the other had already noticed it. His eyes followed the blade of the knife pointed at his crotch, it made him shiver by the danger of it. “A combination of the knife and blood. The killing I could live without.” He chuckled some, though he felt bad for the woman that had just gotten her life taken away.

As his hand was grabbed by the other male he gave away a surprised groan. His cheeks started blushing up in a petalpink color that spread along the skin just like a virus. It honestly was too much for Etienne, it was a bit like a dream come true for him and he didn’t know how he would not faint by his own aroused state at the moment. He could feel his heartbeats growing faster, pounding inside his chest over and over again as his ears were starting to lock out any sounds except from those who left the other male’s pair of smirking lips. He took a step closer, pressing himself close to the male as he let his hand still lay upon the blade. “Yes, I do.” He mumbled between heavy breaths as his eyes became glossy of need and desire.

“Yes, cut me.” For Etienne it was a bit surreal but he was sure it wasn’t a common sight for the other either to find someone as willing as Etienne was. He reached in his knee between the other’s legs to let his thigh softly rub against the other’s erection. His own lips placed themselves just inches away from the murderer’s lips. “What’s your name?” he whispered seductively, letting the few heavy breaths stroke over the twin pair of lips.