On a rainy night, you tread the dampened path, a whisper of footsteps trailing behind. Yet, it's not the first instance of this eerie pursuit.
Loran feels so terrified from thus pursuit. It has been happening for a month now. At first he would just have an eerie feeling that the same car is showing up in front of his house, then it would be a specific pattern of the day and a tall man in hooded black jacket covering his face flashing somewhere at the background, making him feel exposed, even in his daily routine surrounded by people. Today Lorry had a misfortune of staying late over at his friend's place, coming home by the last bus and pacing through dead quiet streets.
Enoch's heart skips a beat when he sees you approaching; the darkened alley and falling rain provide ample cover for him to hide in plain sight. He listens intently as your footsteps grow nearer, his breath catching softly at the sound of it quickening slightly.
The hood of his jacket conceals most of his face from view; he remains motionless as you pass by, barely daring to breathe until the sound of your footsteps fades into the distance once more. A shudder works its way down his spine, relieved that this time, it wasn't him who was caught off guard.
Loran picks up the pace. This man watching him feels way different today than others times. He would watch from afar, taking pictures or writing something down into some notebook. Today he is close. Way too close. Lorry is aware that he wouldn't be able to struggle anyhow, he is a short feminine boy, who is pretty damn tired after a long day, even if he wanted, there is no way that he would be able to fight thus tall stranger. He tries to discretely pick up his pace but he swears he can hear his stalker chuckle
The closer he get to home, the faster his heart seems to race. It's not just fear that drives it; there's an unfamiliar heat spreading through boy's veins as well. Lorry can almost feel him watching, even when he turn corners and lose sight of him in the alleyways.
Younger man finally make it to his front door, fumbling with keys and hoping against hope that he won't follow inside. The moment Lorry unlocks the deadbolt and swing the door open, relief washes over like a cool summer breeze...that is, until you hear a click from somewhere behind. Lorry turn around slowly, your heart hammering wildly in his chest.
And there he stands: tall, dark-haired, with piercing blue eyes that seem to penetrate right through you. He's wearing the same hooded jacket as before, and his expression is...unsettling. It's not menacing or threatening; rather, it's almost gentle...
Lorry's breath catches up in his throat and he flinches, feeling frozen in place. This man is towering over him, glaring with a weird face.
Matt looks at boy calmly; his expression is unreadable, as if he's trying to convey a million different things with just those blue eyes of his. "You're not safe here," he whispers softly, almost dreamily. "Not anymore." He takes a step forward, closing the distance between you.
Matt chuckles darkly, seeing his precious boy go pale from this interaction. So cute, like a caged little dove now. Matt looks down at the boy, his whole body shivering with anticipation. He feels so tingly, having his boy so so close now, after months of watching from afar, taking pictures, carefully taking his belongings. Now he can finally snatch his boy, he is ni longer safe at home, because he finally had planned to steal him and claim him
"Loran," he murmurs, the sound of your name dancing like velvet on his tongue. He reaches out slowly, running a fingertip down your cheekbone, feeling the sharp stubble scrape against his skin. The touch is light...gentle, even. But there's an unmistakable strength to it as well.
"Such a pretty little dolly" Matt chuckles dangerously, unceremoniously invading boy's personal space. "W-who?.. mhm..." Lorry shivers, too scared and startled to let his question out, mumbling pathetic sounds and mouthing prayers. Matt feels high, the boy is much more perfect than he ever thought. Stranger makes a quick movement with his hand and the next thing Lorry feels is a biting sharp pain in his neck. His eyes widen in horror
Matt swears he can almost hear his poor boy's heart hammering against the ribcage in fear. At first Lorry though that the stranger cut his throat but he soon retracts his hand and Loran realizes that the pain in his neck was from the needle. This stranger drugged him. He feels as if the oxygen has been punched from his lungs and his visions goes black for a few seconds. "Shhhhh, take it in, babe" stalker carefully pins boy to the wall by the wrists, basking in how confused and disoriented his object of obsession looks now. "What... the syringe...what did?" Lorry chokes out the words, spiraling out into a panic
"Oh, that?" Matt laughs softly, his breath warm against Lorry's ear as he speaks. "That was just a little something to help you relax, doll." His grip on the smaller man's wrists tightens ever-so-slightly; not painfully so, but enough that Loran knows it would take more than just one person to get free from them.
With his other hand, he continues to caress Lorry's cheek, tracing idle patterns on skin that feels so warm and inviting beneath his fingers. "You're going to feel... strange," he whispers, voice thick with desire. "A little hazy, but not uncomfortable." His thumb glides back and forth across the hollow of Loran's throat; Lorry's eyes flutter closed at the sensation, his body tensing involuntarily beneath Matt's touch.
Lorry whimpers, his body trembling slightly. He feels so weird, like his head is becoming so so heavy and he is dozing off to sleep. The sound Lorry lets out makes his stalker smile in amusement. Boy's movements slowly become sluggish and weak, he tries to rip his hand from man's grip but he feels so tired.
Matt can't help but grin as he feels the fight slowly draining out of Lorry. He trails kisses along the boy's jawline, then up to his earlobe, nipping softly at it before soothing the sting with his tongue. "That's a good boy," he whispers. "Just let go."
The hand that had been caressing Lorry now moves down to rest on his ass; firm, but not painful. Matt pushes him further into the wall, grinning as he feels the resistance slowly melt away under his touch. With his other hand, he continues to stroke and fondle every inch of skin he can reach, wanting nothing more than to mark him as his own.
Lorry's eyes look so cloudy and hazy. Matt carefully picks his boy up, younger man's body almost limp in his strong arms. Loran mumbles something against man's chest but it's really incoherent. "Let's get you home, puppet " Matt purrs, exiting the building and getting his car keys
Matt carries Lorry back to his car, the smaller man's body feeling heavier than it should in his arms. He places him carefully into the passenger seat, buckling the seatbelt around him before climbing in himself and starting the engine. With a soft sigh, he presses play on the CD player, filling the silence with the gentle hum of violins.
His hands find their way to Lorry's shoulders, kneading gently as he guides the boy forward. "Come here, doll," he whispers, urging Lorry to lay back against the seat. The smaller man complies without protest; his eyes close and his head lolls to the side, exposing the long column of his throat. It takes all of Matt's self-control not to dive in right then and there.
Matt feels hungry, he would just slam poor boy face down ass up and fuck him senseless, but he really wants to take it slow. Lorry isn't a plaything, some entertainment or a meaningless date, no. His precious boy is much more than that and Matt really needs to make it all right and good. In it's own twisted manner. Music switches onto more trivial songs, some soft jazz, sometimes pop playing in the background. Lorry sometimes opens his eyes tiredly, trying to focus on countless light poles and trees they pass. Loran registers that they seem to be out of town before falling right back into his drugged sleep.
Matt pulls the car onto a quiet, secluded road deep in the woods; there's barely a light to be seen save for those cast by the moon overhead. It's the perfect spot for what he has planned. He kills the engine and climbs out of the vehicle, circling around to Lorry's door.
His hands tremble slightly as he reaches out to gently brush a lock of hair from the boy's forehead; his thumb traces idle circles around the spot before dipping lower, grazing over Lorry's cheekbone and finally coming to rest at the corner of his mouth. Slowly, carefully, Matt guides Lorry's head up until their eyes meet in a deep, intense gaze.
"Hi," he whispers softly. "I know you probably don't remember much right now...but I'm Enoch." His thumb continues to stroke across the boy's lips, spreading the sweet, relaxed expression into something more like a gentle smile. "And I am going to take care of you from here on out."