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Jack once again wondered how his life had come to this point. It was bad enough losing himself, having to keep people from finding out about his unwilling murders, and ending up in a perpetual hunt in this Manor. Only recently, Yidhra had decided to fuck with his wish to be separated from the Ripper. Now that fiend could easily separate from him whenever he pleased.
Mercifully, the Ripper was only resting on his bed. The only thing that kept Jack from relaxing the slightest bit more was that look he was getting. That jagged smirk silently taunted him, the tip of a black tongue occasionally poking out. Although his worse half lacked eyes, Jack could feel him staring.
“You seem so tense, dearie. Why’s that?” the Ripper asked, nearly making Jack leap out of his skin. Great, now he’d gotten the bastard’s attention. He sighed and put his paintbrush down. No sense in working when he couldn’t bloody focus.
“Couldn’t possibly have to do with you eyeing me up like a steak dinner.” Jack muttered. His lingering hope that the Ripper would spare him was snuffed out when he slipped off the bed, sidling up to Jack’s side with surprising speed.
“Oh Jacky, you know I care about you~” He cooed. Jack bit back the urge to snort. The Ripper had said that plenty of times, but it didn’t keep him from bringing him a good deal of pain over the years. He rolled his eyes, about to retort before something warm and slimy laved up his cheek. Jack grimaced and tried to push him away, only for the Ripper to hug him. “And I’ll admit...you are quite handsome~” he cooed.
Jack wanted to gag. What the fuck was wrong with him?! He was well used to the sadism, but now this sick bastard essentially wanted to fuck himself? Jack was ready to take his paintbrush and shove it down the Ripper’s goddamn throat. Yet he somehow couldn’t push him away.
A thought struck him. Yidhra had been “generous” in letting Jack and the Ripper keep a piece of each other. It was mostly to keep the Ripper from violently attacking people in the Manor. He’d known for ages that the Ripper loved indulging in the forbidden...mostly murder and hunting down survivors. But this god-awful idea was something entirely new. Something that had Jack feeling a little warm himself…
Jack’s squirms gradually died down. He found himself slowly beginning to relax in the Ripper’s hold, letting his hands roam over his body. His breath hitched slightly, shivers running down his spine as the fiend kissed and licked up his neck before nibbling his ear. Jack lightly gripped his shoulder, which quickly led to him being pinned to the floor, conveniently right besides a tall mirror.
“Look at you, so submissive already,” the Ripper teased. “Such a good boy, Jack.” As much as Jack hated to admit it, but his other half’s words were getting to him. Heat was slowly building up in his belly, growing when he glanced at the mirror. There he was...Dr. Jekyll being pinned by Mr. Hyde, unable to squirm away. And God help him, he was enjoying it…
The Ripper made quick work of Jack’s waistcoat and dress shirt, leaving his front exposed. Jack huffed softly, his chest rising and falling. The fiend dove back in, this time crashing his mouth against Jack’s lips. Jack’s fingers dug into the carpet, soft groans escaping him while his pants were pulled down. The Ripper wasn’t planning on making this quick. He slowly ground against him, purring against his sensitive neck in between heated kisses.
Jack’s attention was drawn to a bottle being pulled from his other half’s coat. Oh...seems he really planned for this in advance. The painter had been left pliant by all those touches, vulnerable for what was to come. The Ripper lifted and spread his legs, taking his time to grope Jack’s rather meaty thighs. Then he began to plant nibbles down his inner thigh, relishing Jack’s squirms with each lick and kiss.
After a few long, agonizing minutes, the Ripper’s teasing tongue reached his pink hole. Jack only moaned as that long tongue lapped up and wriggled into him. The Ripper had taunted others with it many times, but Jack never imagined it being used on himself!
The Ripper was as merciless as ever, thrusting his tongue deep into Jack. He clenched around it, whining rather pathetically. He could only imagine how cute the Ripper found all of his noises. Just when Jack was getting used to the feeling, that devilish tongue slid in further and pushed against his prostate.
Jack let out a loud moan before covering his mouth. He knew the walls were soundproof, but he didn’t want a single decibel slipping out of this room. The painter dared a glance back at the mirror. The sight of his blushing visage, being undone by a monster he’s lived with for years (and not in the usual way), was somehow turning him on further. Jack almost jumped when he saw the Ripper’s reflection join his, having completely missed that tongue slipping out of him.
Now his attention was on the cold lube being smeared in and around his twitching hole. “Shhh…be a good boy, Jack.” the Ripper cooed, kissing his cheek ever so sweetly. His cock hardened further, already beading a bit of pre. The Ripper took his time scissoring and thrusting his fingers before pulling them out to rub his tip against Jack’s pucker.
Mercy was finally shown as the Ripper slowly pushed in. This didn’t stop Jack from letting out another muffled cry, not used to the Ripper’s size. He gripped onto Jack’s thighs, pulling them wide apart. He gently thrust deeper and deeper, gradually working up the pace.
Soft little whines escaped Jack as he reached for his own throbbing cock. The Ripper suddenly batted his hand away before wrapping his own around Jack’s cock. He timed the strokes with his thrusts, occasionally rubbing his thumb against the sensitive tip. More precum began to spurt, Jack’s cries of pleasure growing stronger.
With a hard thrust, the Ripper gave a cry of his own. Hot seed filled Jack’s ass while clawed fingers dug into his meaty thigh. A sharp shudder ran down Jack’s spine, followed by a yelp as the Ripper gave his cock a hard squeeze. Jack’s other half wrapped his mouth around his tip just before he came, gulping down his thick ropes of white. At least they wouldn’t have to worry too much about cleaning up.
The Ripper pulled out, smirking at the sight of his cum spilling out of Jack’s stretched hole. He sidled up to the exhausted painter’s side with a kiss to his cheek.
“You did so good, Jack.” He cooed. Jack managed a shake of his head. That was fucked up, but in some weird, bloody way, that had been nice. It didn’t help that the Ripper was holding him quite sweetly, purring away and peppering light kisses. Though it did make him wonder…just how long had the Ripper been feeling like this? Oh well…enough questions for one day…