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Oscar never would’ve thought Colm would actually go through with his words, he didn’t expect to watch him pack his shit, not having said a word to him since yesterday. What did Oscar do anyway? Colm was leaving because of Zane, why was he pissed at him? The thoughts raced through his head on what he could’ve done wrong, though he kept his usual calm composure- Aside from his quivering hands. He almost dropped his cigarette as Zane raised his voice again, yelling something from the other room.

Oscar stood in the corner of Colm’s room like a shadow, completely silent and observing. Every piece of clothing shoved inside a bag with more force than necessary, his jaw clenched and eyes dull. He only glanced at Oscar for a second, chewing on his lips and not making a sound as he zipped up the bag and threw it over his shoulder. The old wood creaked underneath his feet as he walked out the room. Oscar silently followed from behind, throwing his cigarette onto the floor and stomping it out quickly.

“You’re a bitch you know that?” Zane came up in Colm’s face, trying to block his way to the front door. Colm didn’t react, only standing there as he let Zane spew whatever at him. He didn’t feel like having a screaming match with him, he was so tired of Zane’s bullshit. Hackle was sitting on the couch, the controller limp in his hands as he watched silently. This had happened before with Wren… how long until Zane ruined the whole collective? Zane took another step closer to Colm and grabbed his collar. “Fucking respond to me! You’re not fuckin’ mysterious!” He was glaring at Colm, searching for any sort of reaction. When none came, Zane felt his temper spiking again. Why the hell wasn’t he doing what he wanted?! Fueled by this newfound rage and need to provoke emotion in the man, he slammed Colm against the wall and pushed him up forcing him to stand on the tips of his toes. Colm’s eyes widened a bit and Zane could hear his breath hitch, he smirked a little when he pulled him forward just to sharply shove him backward again. Colm’s head knocked against the hard brick causing him to whine and instinctively move his hand towards the injury, bracing for another impact.

Zane’s gaze was fixed on Colm’s face, hungrily eyeing him down. He was panting heavily and sweating, as if he were some sort of wild animal. One of his hands let go of Colm’s sweater and went down to his own back pocket where he pulled out a cutter, placing the blade right under Colm’s Adam's apple.

The entire room fell into a deep silence, Hackle and Oscar too afraid to make a move, fearing that Zane might actually cut Colm if they tried to jump in between them. “Why do you think you can always have your fucking way?” Colm said suddenly. It took Zane a second to process that Colm was actually speaking, before he felt the other man start to grab back at him. Even though all he wanted earlier was a reaction from Colm, Zane’s volatile mood now made it feel like Colm reacting was the most disgraceful thing ever. “Shut the hell up! I didn’t ask you to speak, ya retard!” Zane raised the cutter again, bringing it back up to scratch against Colm’s neck. “I swear to god, touch me with that thing and I’ll fucking punch you.” Colm hissed, but pausing as he felt the cold steel slicing his collarbone open, not thinking Zane, being the pussy he is, would actually do anything.

Zane held the cutter still, moving his eyes off Colm’s face for the first time, and onto the cutter. He meant to cut deep, but the fact that the man’s collarbones stuck out because he insisted on starving himself did not help. “I told you to shut your fucking yap.” Zane was whispering now, pressing the cutter deeper into the cut he made, enjoying the sight of dark red blood trickling out the wound. Colm’s breath became heavier, his throat constricted and he could feel his eyes welling up with tears from the sharp sting. He couldn’t make any noise even if he wanted to, the risk of Zane actually cutting his throat open was too great.

It felt like the temperature in the room had risen, tension thick between the four men. Hackle got up slowly and left to go to his room, wanting to avoid any conflict before it escalated. Oscar continued to stare, his tongue tied. He wanted to defend Colm, even if he had been mean for no reason earlier, but the words just refused to come out. Seeing how aggressive he was, Oscar realised he had no chance against Zane. He just slumped his shoulders and followed Hackle out, shooting Colm one last pitiful glance.

Zane kept his focus on the cutter, sliding it back and forth, going in sync with Colm’s quickening pulse. His eyes glazed over and he was grinning manically. Bone. The pearly colour under the red was his white light at the holy gates. As his blissful state came down when he stopped cutting, he noticed one of Colm’s hands covering his own bloody one, guiding the blade deeper, and the other hand covering his mouth and stifling his moans. Zane wasn’t even applying pressure anymore, Colm was doing it all himself. Why? That was HIS job?? “You fucken slut!” Zane suddenly pulled away and threw the cutter to the side, causing the other man to yelp and go rigid from the sudden loss of sensation.

Colm felt Zane’s hands wrap around his throat, his palms squeezing the air out his lungs. His eyes shut tightly and his mouth opened and closed repeatedly in an attempt to get some air. Zane liked the sight of him struggling and tightened his grip, keeping his eyes steady on Colm’s lips, watching as they quivered and turned purple. Colm slowly opened his eyes to look at Zane, eyelids hooded and his pupils dilated. He gathered up all his remaining strength to bring his hands to Zane’s throat too, not applying any pressure since he was too weak. Zane laughed at his attempt to choke him, finding it endearing.

He finally lets go of Colm’s throat and moves his hands to the back of the man’s head, one hand grabbing a fistful of his hair and the other holding his neck so that he wouldn’t try to go anywhere before smashing their lips together. Colm yelped at the sudden change in Zane’s demeanor. When he could finally breathe through his nose, the first thing he did was moan. He scrambled to push himself up against the wall, hands flying up to grab Zane’s shoulders for support. He lets the man’s tongue trace against every crevice of his mouth, feeling drool dripping down his chin. Zane was slobbering all over him now, as if he were a hungry dog. Colm was starting to see stars, wrapping his arms around Zane’s neck and pulling him closer, almost wanting to eat his face off.

The sound of lips smacking against each other and breathy moans filled the silence around them, Zane’s hands left his neck and hair to go grab at his skinny hips, thumbs caressing the protruding hipbones harshly causing Colm to cry out into his mouth. Zane pulls away to admire Colm’s lips for a second, red and swollen shining with spit. When the overwhelming feel of his mouth on Colms was disrupted, Zane became more aware of his surroundings, feeling something warm and sticky on him. Assuming it was just spit, he paid no attention to it. Though as more and more seeped onto his skin, he looked down and shit. Colm was practically bleeding out in his arms, both of their clothes and bodies smeared with blood. Zane, his impulsive nature popping up again, decided to just move his mouth to the wound, sucking and licking at it now. His teeth brushed against the exposed bone resulting in Colm thrashing and borderline screaming, his eyes shooting open and nails digging into Zane’s shoulders. “O-oh fuck..!” He whined, Zane showed no sign of stopping, his tongue tracing along the open wound and smudging blood all over his mouth and Colm’s collarbone.

Zane brought Colm’s hips closer to his so that their hard-ons would be pressed against each other, making both of them let out a loud groan. Only Colm was desperately trying to grind against him, bucking his hips wildly as he hugged him tight, hands clawing at the bigger man’s back. Zane let his hands slide into Colm’s pants and played with the waistband, tugging it and letting it snap back on his sensitive skin, making him flinch a little after every pull.

“Y-you’re the worst.” Colm gasps when Zane pulls away, the ginger boy had tears streaming down his face and his lips were chewed raw, his eyes full of want. He tried to move forward so that they could connect their lips again but Zane tilted his head away, smirking when he heard Colm let out a weak whimper. “I thought you wanted to leave?” Zane teased. Colm almost burst into tears and began shaking his head frantically. “N-no, no.. I want you! I want y-you, I promise!” He cried out fervently, He really doesn’t know why he even tried leaving in the first place. What the hell was Zane doing to him? He didn’t like feeling this way, so small and powerless. He had made a decision to abandon Haunted Mound forever and never look back, but the man that was tormenting him made it extremely difficult to actually do so.

It’s not like he wanted to do it, this was totally out of his control. He didn’t mean to drop to his knees. He didn’t mean to press his face against Zane’s crotch, grabbing his thighs and looking up at him with sullen eyes. He fucking hated Zane so much at this moment. The man that was towering him could only smile, proud of himself for breaking Colm, pushing him to this point of desperation and need. He ran his fingers through Colm’s soft hair, a little damp from sweat. He curled his fingers into a grasp and yanked at the locks, forcing Colm to face him, making him strain his neck a little. 

“What are y’waiting for?” Zane scoffed, raising a brow like he expected Colm to do all the work. The ginger boy could only roll his eyes and start unbuckling the man's belt and unzipping his pants, fumbling with the zipper because of the adrenaline surging through his bloodstream.

When he finally got the last piece of clothing out the way he was met with Zane’s dick standing tall in front of his face. It’s not like he was small, Zane was definitely above average. It scared Colm, he hadn’t done this in a while. He quietly pleaded for Zane to take the lead, he seemed to catch on as he guided the tip against his lips, forcing them to part so that he could push inside. 

Colm’s jaw already began to ache, Zane was never easy to completely take in. His eyes began watering again and his hands shakily grabbed at his own thighs in an attempt to keep them to himself. He began gagging loudly when Zane started to go deeper, the tip hitting the back of his throat, causing him to splutter and moan around the taller man’s member, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure up his spine. Zane groaned and began moving his hips, his pace gradually picking up speed leading to him now ramming into the man’s mouth. Colm’s eyes rolled back into his skull, the force of Zane’s thrusts relentlessly thudded the back of his head against the bricks behind him. He was uncontrollably whimpering, entire body trembling as he could feel his own climax approaching. Wow, he felt pathetic knowing he was about to come from getting his mouth fucked.

Zane didn’t seem to care about Colm’s pleasure though, cursing under his breath as his thrusts became sloppy and uncoordinated, shoving himself inside Colm’s mouth one last time before the shorter man could feel the thick liquid spilling down his throat.