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How irritating.
What did kaveh want now?
The room was completely dark, apart from the single light of alhaitham’s buzzing phone illuminating the room.
Alhaitham sat on his bed, his trousers half pulled down as he had been groping himself-hoping to relive his sexual frustration during the one night kaveh was out of the apartment.
Alhaitham growled to himself, and answered the phone, knowing how impatient the blonde could get.
“Heyyy haitham?”
“What is it.”
“I left one of my boxes in the old apartment-should be under my bed?”
Haitham pinched his nose bridge between his free hand’s fingers in frustration as he groaned. “For fucks sake, cant it wait until the morning? I’ll be over to the new apartment by 8 with my stuff. I’ll get your stupid little box then.”
“Nooo, it can’t actually”
“Why not.”
“It has my sleeping mask in? You know Damm well I cant sleep without wearing it”
“Cover your eyes with something else, then!”
“Well, what do you suggest smart guy?”
Alhaitham didn’t have anything to suggest, staring at the phone blankly.
“Yeah that’s what I thought. See you in 5, yeah?” Kaveh hung up the phone.
Alhaitham played with the idea of just continuing on with what he was going to do in the first place before being interrupted, but knew he’d get even more of an earful from Kaveh in the morning if he didn’t bring him his stupid box immediately.
'It was his own fault for forgetting it anyways!' Alhaitham grumbled to himself as he zipped his pants back up.
The silver haired man picked up his roommate’s box and locked the apartment door behind himself;still feeling his cock throb with anticipation.
Whatever.
It’s not like he’d see anyone on the way there, it’s only a five minute walk to the other building and maybe a thirty second elevator ride. Kaveh owes him one. And another one.
Alhaitham rolled his eyes to himself.
No one will see him and he will be able to get back to the old room soon.
He’d be fine.
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Are you serious.
Alhaitham frowned inwardly as the elevator doors creaked open.
At first the man thought his luck was in as he didn’t spot anyone else in the cold metal box.
But, no.
Slinked off in the front right corner was a much shorter male, idly writing in a notepad. His body leaned tiredly on the wall right next to the button pad, the button number seven being the only number illuminating.
The silver haired man stepped inside and kept his distance. He’d wait until the other man got off before he selected his floor, too awkward for him to stand communicating with another person-let alone at this time of Night.
As alhaitham looked over to the button pad, trying to figure out how long he’d have to stay in the awkward silence, the shorter male clicked another button on the wall. Number nine.
Great, he was going to have to wait much longer now. Why didn’t that stupid kid just put the number in right the first time.
Alhaitham’s Face stayed blank and unreadable as he listed off multiple death threats in his mind all directed at the other man, he could feel his temper rise.
But,
as alhaitham gazed at the short male, he could help but notice something.
His glove on his left hand was lose, revealing a small red cut?
Then another one,
And another one,
Then some more.
alhaitham furrowed his brow as he continued to gaze, then suddenly fell tumbling back into the wall with a loud crash-kaveh’s box he had set down by his legs hurling over to the other side of the elevator.
The man was ontop of him, and the lights on the button pad had completely shut off.
The elevator stayed unmoving for a few heartbeats.
Oh.
The elevator had broke down.
Crappy thing.
Snapping back to reality from his thoughts, alhaitham watched as the smaller man crawled off of him and sat on the floor apologising.
“It’s alright.”
A long silence filled the metal box as they both sat on the floor.
“So, we’re stuck?”
“Guess so.”
“Thanks for that.”
“Excuse me?”
“Why didn’t you just select the right floor the first time, that’s probably why the elevator failed.”
“You cant say that for certain, asshole. The elevator was old anyways, it was bound to fail.”
alhaitham rolled his eyes and laid his back on the wall he was standing on originally as he sat facing the man, who crawled back to his respective side. Clearly not wanting a fight right now.
The two stayed silent for what felt like hours, kaveh now really owed alhaitham one. He’d be sure to give him a piece of his mind once let out of here.
alhaitham tried his best to avoid all eye contact as he let his eyes wander around the room absentmindedly, until motion snapped his eyes to focus.
The smaller male was itching his arm over his glove. Itching turned into scratching and the man tried to subtly take his glove off to get to his skin underneath.
alhaitham narrowed his eyes in curiosity as he watched the man,who seemed like he had forgotten that alhaitham was even there, pick and scratch at his bare arm, bringing blood welling to the surface of his arm.
The silver haired man felt his dick twitch at the sight in front of him, gripping a fist to contain himself.
“Oh, so that’s what that was”
The male immediately looked up at the tall, muscular built man. Realising he had messed up, covering his inner wrist with his still gloved hand.
“What was what?”
“That cut I saw on your arm earlier.”
The man didn’t say anything back. alhaitham pressed further, now letting his dick talk.
“Did you do that to yourself?”
Again, no reply.
alhaitham stood up and walked over to the man who looked up at him, shielding his arm from alhaitham’s gaze.
“Can I See?”
“Dude, what the fuck? No??” The man finally spat out, pressing his back further into the metal wall feeling slightly intimidated.
This upset alhaitham.
This upset alhaitham a lot.
Letting his frustration mix with his anger of the whole situation (being interrupted,kaveh and now this), the silver haired man snapped.
Reaching for the slightly bloodied arm, and yanking the red eyed male up from his feet, alhaitham had a death grip of the arm as he stared at the semi healed cuts mixed with scars and beads of blood all adorning the soft warm skin beneath it.
alhaitham could feel the other man struggling underneath him, but he wasn’t budging, he had to have more.
Holding out a finger from his free hand, alhaitham stroked the cuts feeling the mix of textures please his fingertips. Only for a moment though, the red eyed man had broken free of alhaitham’s grip and pressed himself against the furthest corner of the elevator.
“Get the fuck away from me!”
“i just want to have a look”
The other male tried to spit back an insult, but was interrupted by the silver haired man trying to grab for him again.
Alhaitham grabs the man’s left arm, yanking it back from covering his bare right arm. The man slaps Alhaitham which does completely nothing to deter the silver haired man.
Alhaitham shoves the other male into the opposite side wall, and as the small bodied male struggles to stand to his feet again, Alhaitham with his forearm, crushes the other man’s windpipe against the elevator door.
Alhaitham’s mouth formed a sick grin, one of the few times he actually smiled, as he listened to the choking and wheezing of the small man.
The man looked up at Alhaitham with panicked eyes as he opened his mouth trying to speak.
Alhaitham Wouldn’t let him.
Instead, he watched as the male struggled. Desperately trying to free himself;kicking and biting.
Alhaitham wouldn’t budge.
Nearly twice the size of the white haired man, it was almost too easy for alhaitham to overpower him.
Lifting the male to his own height, Alhaitham had the man pinned.
“You do realise that even if I do let you go, you’ll be trapped in here with me for god knows how long. Just make this easier for yourself.”
The man managed to choke out a raspy “go to hell”
Alhaitham, feeling the rush of power make his body tingle, couldn’t take it anymore.
Meeting his mouth to the smaller man’s, Alhaitham begun to make out with the small male.
He clearly wasn’t getting the hint, as he only struggled more beneath Alhaitham.
Alhaitham snickered at his patheticness.
As the silver haired man washed his tongue with the smaller male’s he let his free hand wander to the other’s bare wrist. Now getting the chance to feel up all his scars, Alhaitham revalled in it. Soaking in the pleasure of feeling something so intimate.
As Alhaitham gazed down at the man he had in his grip against the wall, he couldn’t help but imagine how hot his cries were when he had cut himself.
Alhaitham stroked the wounds, feeling the ones with blood still clotting on the soft skin smudge underneath his gentle touch.
Then, not so gentle touch.
The man underneath Alhaitham yelped in pain as the silver haired male started to pick at the wound, still making out with the other. Alhaitham rubbed his buldge into the man, which only made him squirm more.
Alhaitham was liking this a little more than he should be.
He himself couldn’t tell if it was because of the pain aspect, or just because he was so horny he could find anything hot.
He didn’t care either way, all that mattered to Alhaitham was that he was being pleasured.
“Why do you do this?”
Obviously there was no response. Alhaitham still questioned, the words being spoken aloud bringing pleasure to his body.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” “Why butcher such a pretty body?” “What do you use?” “Do you secretly enjoy it? Hmm?”
All while Alhaitham prodded at the smaller male, he had continued to scratch and pick at the fresher wounds with his long nails. Dried blood coated his nail tips, the thought of the sight alone made Alhaitham feel weak. He wanted more. He needed more.
What first was scratching and picking, quickly turned into Alhaitham full on digging his nails into the wound.
The man underneath Alhaitham screamed loudly into the silver haired man. Alhaitham grinned sadistically at the beautiful sound.
Pulling away from the kiss at last, Alhaitham waited a moment for the man to gasp a few breaths, then thrusted two fingers into the dripping crimson gash.
The white haired man screamed again, his voice breaking off near the end as he dug his nails into Alhaitham’s forearm trying to relive himself from the sensation of his arm wound being opened more than was natural.
“Does that hurt, hmm?”
The red eyed man could only pant underneath Alhaitham, groaning things like 'oh fuck' and 'make it stop' all the while tears welled in his eyes as he looked down at his arm being violated.
Of course Alhaitham wouldn’t listen.
Instead, Forcing yet another scream out of the small man, alhaitham begun to thrust his two fingers in and out of the wound, making more of a gap of skin and flesh. The sounds were heavenly to Alhaitham as he took in the strong metallic scent that filled the small box. The white haired man didn’t stop fighting back, still choosing to kick haitham while he tried to make a bigger gape in the arm wound.
Finally though, Alhaitham breathed, looking down at the gape feeling satisfied enough with it.
Without another word, Alhaitham moved his arm from the small man’s chest, letting him drop to the ground, his body making a sickening slap sound as it fell into the pool of its own blood.
Alhaitham could cum in his trousers just from the sight.
But he wasn’t done yet.
no, of course he wasn’t.
There was a reason he wanted to make a hole in the smaller male’s arm.
The man hunched over himself, sitting on the floor, gripping his gushing arm as he cried and screamed in agony.
Alhaitham felt almost light headed from how aroused he was.
The silver haired man, with one firm move, harshly pushed the white haired male on his back in the middle of the elevator. Before the other male could get up from laying on his back, Alhaitham kneeled one muscle dense leg on his chest.
As the white haired man screamed, cried, yelled Alhaitham simply ignored him, enjoying the suffering as pleasant background sound as he positioned his hips to the side and held up the bleeding arm.
‘This guy has to be getting faint soon with the ammount of blood he’s lost..’ Alhaitham grumbled in his mind.
It didn’t really matter though, since he was already where Alhaitham wanted the man.
He finally got to relieve himself. Not in the way he thought he would, but it’s better than nothing.
Unzipping his fly with his free hand, Alhaitham pulled out his throbbing length, holding it shakily to the other man’s limb.
He had stopped struggling by now, so it was safe to say he had passed out.
Perfect.
Now using both hands to hold the arm firmly, Alhaitham pressed his tip to the opening of the gaping and gushing wound feeling warm blood coat him.
Alhaitham couldn’t help but groan as he thrusted roughly in, deepening the gouge even more than before, blood gushing from the space between his dick and the arm.
Alhaitham let the sensation of the vein pulsing inside the arm and the gushing blood stimulating his dick settle for a moment, before pulling out slightly, then thrusting back in deeper and repeating.
As Alhaitham fucked the arm wound and was close to finishing, he noticed that the other man had become lucid again, now weakly clawing at his ankle and back leg. The feeling of the man struggling only aided in Alhaitham’s build up as he thrusted faster and faster into the warm sticky wound, groaning to himself with pleasure as his entire body trembled with relief-finally releasing his pent up seed into the the wound.
The translucent white stinkyness mixed with the crimson red as it squirted from the gaps of space between Alhaitham’s dick and the arm flesh.
Alhaitham basked in the feeling for a minute or two, panting heavily, his legs feeling weak, then pulled out watching the sickening mixture pour out of the arm onto the floor and the man below.
Sitting himself down with a thud, Alhaitham gazed at the white haired man as he cried in fetal position facing away from him, gripping his gushing arm weakly.
His fighting spirit had been broken, Alhaitham had done a good job.
Just from that sight alone, Alhaitham could feel himself getting semi-hard again.
He probably would’ve gone for round two-if the elevator door wasn’t pried open.
“Haitham, you in here?-holy crap?!” It was kaveh. He was with another male that had dark black fox ears on his head.
“Cyno!” The fox man yelled in terror as he ran into the elevator to cradle his assumed lover. The white haired man cried into the chest of the other man, his whole body trembling as his sobbing echoed through the space.
The scent of sticky blood spilled out of the elevator and to kaveh who still stood outside the elevator, staring at the scene in front of himself in shock.
“What the fuck happened here, haitham?!”
Now, how was he going to get himself out of this one.