Sinn'ous bites into his cheeks and grinds his molars, using the pain to mop and sponge those particular memories back over the wall. The carefully constructed wall preventing his past from messing with his present.
Out of sight. Out of mind.
“You will not.” He snaps the words, having a hard time stifling the murder from his face. He has seen his face in the mirror enough times, when the memories consume him, to know he looks positively murderous when it happens.
Keeping everything locked away from Izz has to be a testimony to his strength. As well as a shock to his system. This is the first time he has ever wanted to snuff out his unintentional lax in stoic facade.
And it must work, because Izz carries on talking none the wiser to Sinn'ous’s inner battle. “Ugh, fine. How about . . .” Izztaps his chin in thought, “. . . Sin? Yeah. That’s it. You are now officially Sin—”
He needs the boy tostop talking.
Sinn'ous moves in the blink of an eye, shoving Izz up against the wall. Pinning his boy there by a hand to the chest. The sharp exhale the boy lets out can be felt under his fingertips.
Izz’s throat bobs on a swallow, his head tilting back, opening his darkening eyes to Sinn'ous. The green is such a deep shade it’s bordering on black, and ringing fully dilated pupils.
“Are—” Izz’s voice wavers on a shuddered breath, “are you going to kill me?”
Sinn'ous’s head tilts to the side ever so slightly. A spark of excitement flashing down his spine. “Perhaps.” He leans in, bringing his chest flush with Izz’s. “Or perhaps . . . I’ll do this . . .”
Sinn'ous closes the space between them, deliberately moving slowly to give Izz the opportunity to pull away. His boy doesn’t move, he stays right there, ready to receive Sinn'ous’s advances.
The contact is soft. A brush of lips on lips. It’s an explosion behind his eyes, a roaring of volcanic energy crashing into his self-control. The urge to shove his tongue in, to dig his hands past Izz’s waistband. It’s strong enough to crack his composure.
And when Izz hums against his lips and deepens the kiss, he’s lost. His tongue snakes into the invitation. He explores every inch of Izz’s mouth. The honey sweet taste of him is something Sinn'ous will die to get to.
Their tempo matches to an addictive degree. Their lips match. Their soul’s match.
Thank you, Satan, for this gift.
Izz breaks the kiss, lips skirting over Sinn'ous’s own as he speaks. “I want it. With you.” The breathless confession sends a responding fire to Sinn'ous’s cock.
And the boy’s hands gripping his hips to pull him closer is nearly his undoing. It’s everything in him not to lose it right here and cum in his pants
“You sure . . .” Sinn'ous lazily stretches his arms out, caging Izz in against the wall. “You don’t have to do anything. I’ll protect you either way.”
He isn’t entirely sure why he’s offering an out, when he has been wanting to fully possess Izz from day one, but here he is, offering oneregardless.
“I’m sure.” Izz huffs a half laugh. “Hell, the first time I saw you I thought you were hot as fuck. I would have introduced myself, only my cellmate told me . . .” He gestures vaguely around with his hand, to indicate Sinn'ous’s reputation within the prison. “. . . You know.”
Oh, he does. And he knows that those rumours pale in comparison to what he has actually done. And to whom he has done it to.
All in the name of Satan.
And I would do it all over again.
He regrets nothing. Every person he has killed he has done for a true cause. For a deity who is worthy of worship.
Hail Satan.
Sinn'ous makes a non-committal noise in the back of his throat. Neither giving a confession nor a denial. Let Izz make up his own mind and come to his own conclusions.
Need drips off Izz. It’s tangible enough to bite into. A racing of pulse you can see clear as a rushing flood under the skin.
The band controlling the last of his restraint snaps. Sinn'ous hefts Izz off his feet and unceremoniously throws him onto the bed, where the boy bounces twice. Shocked eyes snap up at Sinn'ous, and they’re not at all discouraging or disconcerting.
“Hey,” Izz yells, stuffing his elbows under himself to sit half upright, “what did you do that for—”
Sinn'ous silences his boy by wrapping a hand around his throat, and shoving him back into the bunk. He braces over Izz and pins the boy down. His hunger is on the surface and he has no control left in him to fight it off.
