forum “Keep it down...” (MxM / Closed) (Mature)

Started August 17, 2020 by @CasiCasino group

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Damien still in shock mode and being the weird nugget he was had barricaded the door to his room. He knew that Isaac probably wouldn't come back -at least he figured he wouldn't come back later that day- but he was still scared of the other boy. He had returned back to his desk and reread what he had written down earlier. Not that it made any sense to him, his words were all jumbled up and stuff, do to him still being in a weird panic mode. He grumbled a little bit in disatisfaction as his words, as if he was expecting them to give him some answers to his problems, or that he'd be able to just clear his mind from all these negative thoughts, but that didn't really happen at all. He closed the notebook in annoyance and lied down on his bed, curling up into a ball. He felt like crying again, but no tears would come, so he turned on his TV and just focused on that for a little bit. But it seemed as though every single station was focusing on the latest killing or theorizing about them, and that just stressed Damien out even more. He quickly turned off the TV and was about to go over to his bookshelf and just read one of his new books, when his phone buzzed. He figured that it might be one of his "friends" asking where he was, or wanting to borrow money from him when he realized that it was Isaac. A shiver went down his spine as he opened the text, and he sighed audibly, Do I want to talk to him? Is it safe to talk to him? He figured that maybe, just maybe he'd be fine, after all Isaac had said that he would never hurt him, although he wasn't sure how much of that was true, after all the man had killed a child. . .A poor innocent child. . .And I could be next. . . But for some reason, instead of listening to the good advice his brain was giving him, telling him to just ignore the post, he said that Isaac could come over. He quickly removed all the things from his door and sat back down on his couch, waiting for Issac to come back.

When the reply came, Isaac rolled off his bed and looked over at the things in his room again. He didn’t have anything else to worry about in that room. The money meant nothing to him as of the moment so he quickly left, locking the door on his way out. As he quietly walked down the hall towards Damien’s room, he stopped at one point and stare at the carpet by his feet. He wanted to apologize to Damien for everything. How he felt bad with what’s he done but don’t exactly regret it… he killed for vengeance and not for fun.

He continued towards the other boy’s room, taking a deep breath before he knocked on the door softly.

Damien stood up slowly and walked towards the door, counting his steps. He stood up on his tiptoes and peered out of the peephole, making sure that it was actually Isaac. He sighed quietly, another wave of fear going through him, and he slowly unlocked and opened the door for the boy, letting him into his dorm once again. "What is it that you wanted to tell me?" He said, as he closed the door behind the other boy, watching him look around the room. "Do you have some reason to explain why you killed all those poor people?"

Isaac, as he looked around, eventually landed his eyes on Damien. He wanted to say a lot of things. Mostly repeating the words of ‘I’m sorry’ or something along those lines, none of which were coming out. He couldn’t quite put his words to use in this situation, Damien meant too much for him to just let out a ‘I’m sorry’ and commit more crimes later down the line.
“Do you… do you think my crimes will ever be forgiven? Damien?” He looked up at the other boy as he fought back the tears he desperately wanted to shed. He smiled though. But his grin was shaking.

Damien knew that morally, and in court what Isaac had done, taking the life of other people, no matter what they had done, would be looked down upon. But he was pretty sure that Isaac wasn't asking him about what anyone else would thinkabout this, he wanted to know what he thought. He walked over to Isaac, and gently led him over to the couch so that it would be easier to speak to him. His earlier uneasiness had faded, and he felt a bit more relaxed now. "I. . .I. . .I have to know that you weren't killing them because you could do it, that you actually had a reason to do so. I know that the Isaac, the one that made me feel so special when I first started here, tried to help me make friends here and stuff is still there, and this new side of you won't be here to stay." He gently patted the other boy's hand, "Look, I'm still pretty scared of you, but I still know the old you is in there somewhere." But, in a really weird way, he kind of liked the new scary side to the boy, and it intrigued him a lot more than it should.

When he was led to the couch, and when Damien took his hand, his heart had started fluttering more than it should’ve. Something about how Damien was treating him, how although he said he was scared, he didn’t quite show it, how he believed that the Isaac he knew was still there, somewhere in front of him… Isaac felt somewhat at peace around him.
“Damien I-…” he paused for a moment. “…I killed them in revenge of my father.” He stated quite bluntly.
“I know… it seems selfish but… he was cheated, ripped of all his belongings… left my mother, my brother, and myself with nothing but our small home. I don’t kill for pride, I don’t kill just because I can, Damien… I killed them to extinguish whatever raging flame of hatred I have for them all. And…” he looked down at his hand, shedding a single tear.
“…the boy from last night wasn’t one I wanted to kill. He. Was. Innocent… too innocent… in fact. He saw my face and he knew my name because I answered his question and… I couldn’t have risked it Damien— I- I killed a child… I’m a monster…” he looked up, almost straight into Damien’s eyes as his own started shedding tears of guilt for the single soul he’d not wished to claim.

Damien gently squeezed Isaac's hand and turned to face the other boy. Not understanding why he was doing any of this, It feels weird, I know it's the wrong thing to let him be here and talk to me about this. I should of turned him in by now or something, not let him come and talk to me. But in all truthfulness, the main reason he had let the other boy back into to talk was because, Damien still had feelings for him. He knew that he shouldn't, that he really shouldn't care for him, this was absurd, The guy's a serial killer, and it's not. . . Oh shit, he actually has a somewhat decent reason. Can people have decent reasons for killing. . . He bit his lip and scooted a little bit closer to the other boy, "It's not alright that you killed, but, you did what you had to do. You started to kill people out of vengeance, but vengeance is a tricky web, once you begin you have to make tough descsions." He sighed and squeezed the boy's hand again, his arm moving around his shoulder's trying to comfort him, "P-please don't cry, it'll be alright. . ."

Because the act of comfort Damien was putting on was practically working at its fullest potential around a sensitive Isaac, he’d nudged just a bit closer to Damien’s body, sobbing just softly. His words were cracked but still audible…
“I’m a monster…” was all he had repeated. As he spoke more, his voice became more lost within his cries. He hadn’t feel bad for any of his murders before and yet that child, that one killing he hadn’t wanted to commit, broke him. He wanted to continue with his work, he did. Yet… he was unsure if he could anymore. Not like this at least.

Damien sighed quietly, trying to think up a response that would satisfy his heart and his conscience too. But instead of agreeing with Isaac, which is what his conscience was telling him to do, he mumbled an awkward, "I-I don't think that you're a monster. . . At least too much of one. . ." He waited for the other boy to respond or look at him as a response, but the sobbing continued, and that made Damien feel a tiny bit uneasy. He gently stroked the other boy's hair trying so hard to calm him, but feeling like he was failing. Then, out of just feeling so nervous, he began to hum a song quietly, just something to calm his nerves a little bit, after all the man he was holding in his arms had been able to so easily take the lives of other people. Yet, for some reason, he knew that Isaac was a somewhat decent person. He could tell, but what he couldn't tell was all that was going on beneath that kind persona as well. He moved closer to the boy and tried to continue comforting him, "I-Isaac… .y-you're n-not a m-monster. . ." He repeated quietly, trying to calm the boy more, "I think that you're a good person, at I mean, besides the fact that you've killed people. . ." He mumbled, trying to be truthful.

His sobs stopped almost abruptly when Damien’s words hit him. He slowly looked up to meet Damien’s eyes as his own were still sparkling from the tears.
“Y-You really think so…?” He asked, himself filled with disbelief. How could someone say that he was a good person… He wouldn’t understand, but he needed this sort of comfort now more than ever.

(Sorry if it’s a bit short)

Damien smiled a little bit, trying to appear as calm as possible, wanting the other boy to know that things would be alright, eventually. But, his smile also showed his fear, his fear of Isaac, and his fear of Isaac getting caught. He was trying to hide his hurt and his fear of the other boy, but it wasn't working too well. "I-I do. . ." He said quietly, trying to make it seem true, "I care about you, even if you are really scary. I know that you're kind of dangerous, but still. I trust you and care about you." He rubbed the boy's back in a soothing way, trying to comfort him. "But, I admit, I'm kind of scared of you, in a good way, though."

His eyes, although filled with tears, were showing an expression of concern and confusion. What did Damien mean… he didn’t know. He wouldn’t want to know though. Isaac soon regained himself, sighing softly as he wiped the tears off his face. The rivers down his face seemingly faded after a short moment of recovery. He sighed again, looking up at Damien with the look of a pained and hurtful puppy.
“Damien I…” he slowly wrapped his arms around the other boy, hugging him and burying his face into the other’s shoulder. “Thank you…” he murmured.

Uh oh. . .I probably shouldn't have said that. . . He tried to soothe the other man a little bit, still holding him close to his chest, "I-I'm. . ."No, I shouldn't say anything, I-i'll just let him be. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the couch, He seems so sweet, not dangerous at all. I wonder how he could do something like how. . . how he could have killed all those people. He just doesn't seem to be just. . . He sighed softly, his thoughts trailing off, and he blushed slightly when Damien finally hugged him back, and then just let him relax there. "Y-you're welcome. . ."

Isaac stayed there for a bit, not moving from Damien’s shoulder. There was a certain warmth about the other boy which comforted him a lot more than he would’ve expected. He knew how innocent the other boy was… he didn’t want Damien to be involved in any of his dirty work. He cared for the boy. A bit much more than just a friend as well. After a long moment, he sighed into Damien’s shoulder.
“Damien…” he spoke, trying to be as content as he could. “…would someone like me ever find someone who loves me… as I am…?” He mumbled, thinking back to the fact that his family practically disowned him now.

Damien chewed at his lower lip, trying to figure out something to say in response to the boy's question. "I think that you would, I'm sure that someone would care for you, maybe someone, I don't know, someone you know and care about? " He said with a small smile trying to calm the other boy, "I'm sure that another person will see the good in you, just like I do, you know?"

When Damien put it that way, Isaac looked down for a moment. He looked back up at Damien again after a short moment, slowly pulling away from the other boy. He took a deep breath, following with a long sigh.
“C-Can…” he started. Before he took a quick gulp, keeping his hands on his lap.
“Why can’t that person be you…?”

Damien wasn't sure why Isaac was asking any of these questions. He was a pretty wholesome and innocent person, so he never really caught it when people were flirting with him, even though that wasn't exactly happening in this situation. So he was sort of surprised and shocked to hear what Isaac had said, and stammered a bit trying to think of something to say, "I. . .uhm. . .i-it c-can be?" he said quietly, looking down at his lap feeling extremely awkward at the moment, "I-if you'd want." He said fidgeting with his shirt.

He took a moment to recollect himself. Did Damien just… he did. He just gave him a chance, didn’t he. Isaac looked away, smiling like an idiot before he turned back to Damien and placing on his neutral expression.
“A-Am I making this awkward for you…? D-Do you want me to leave…? It’s fine if you do… I just…” he stopped there, mostly waiting for Damien to perhaps response.

Damien shook his head, not exactly realizing the depth of what he had just said, and just smiled at him, "I'd like you to stay if you'd like to. I mean, you probably have some stuff to do, you know with the. . ." He said with a shrug, looking down at the ground, feeling just a tiny bit awkward, although it wasn't Isaac's fault, he was just being weird about this stuff. After all, this man was a bit dangerous, but for some reason, Damien was definitely attracted to him. "P-please stay, if y-you'd like to." He added quietly, looking over at the other boy.

Ah, yes. It is I, the bringer of sudden romance scenes in the middle of tension—

As Damien’s words came out, Isaac looked at him for a moment. How was it fair that such a person existed? Someone who understood him, someone who… perhaps, cared for him. Someone… who didn’t exactly see what he did as something totally wrong. Everything just piled up inside of Isaac, and maybe, just a bit too much. His face burned as he leaned in closer to Damien, gently turning the other boy’s face towards him and pressing his lips against the other’s. It was all a bit too much for him to bear and not show. He eventually pulled back though, immediately regretting what he’s done in that moment. He turned away from Damien.
“I— sorry…”

Damien was not expecting the other boy's kiss, at all. He had thought that when the other boy had asked him about someone caring about him, he meant it as a friend. Never in a million years would Damien have thought that any of Issac's flirting or teasing had meant anything, he had just figured that that was Isaac's nature and that none of it was real. He hadn't thought that the date, or the dinner, whatever it was called would ever mean anything to the other boy, yet it seemed as if it had, and much more than Damien had thought. When the other boy pulled away and tried to apologize, Damien stammered trying to think of something wise or profound, or even just the right thing to say, but still sort of being in a daze, all he could think of was, "That was nice. . ." And he didn't really say it loud for the other boy to hear. Mainly because he had just realized that Isaac - pretty much the guy of his dreams, besides the serial killer part of him- had just kissed him, and he began to panic.

Yeaaaaaaaaah…

He had heard Damien say something, he just didn’t quite know what the other boy had said. His face flushed, his cheeks were burning, and his heart was racing way faster than he would’ve wanted it too. He felt chills down his spine, his body tensing up as he turned back to face Damien again. For some odd reason he didn’t know, he wanted to kiss the other boy again…
And so he did.
This time though, one hand of his reached behind the other boy’s neck and pulling Damien towards him as he pressed his lips firmly against the other boy’s while he closed his eyes. He felt his other—his free hand—move to hold Damien’s hand, gently holding it in his own rather warm and soft hand.

Damien began to shake a little bit, getting more and more tense. When he felt Isaac moving closer to him, as if he wanted to kiss him again, then when he did Damien started to freak out. Oh my god. . .why is he kissing me again? His cheeks flushed turning a dark shade of red, and continued to shake a little more. But for some reason when Isaac held him, he calmed down, and he let Isaac hold his hand. He squeezed the boy's hand gently, trying to let him know that he was okay, and that he had somewhat calmed down. Damien leaned into Isaac's somewhat embrace, and moved his hand up to the boy's hair, running his free hand through it gently.

When Damien ran his hand through his hair, Isaac felt a jolt of warmth from it and started to internally panic. He, though, kept himself relatively calm and started to pushing Damien down somewhat onto the cushion of the couch. It wasn’t long before Isaac had attempted to do something quite dumb and potentially daring. He attempted to let his tongue slip through between the other’s lips, as if asking if they could perhaps make out…

Brenn didn't exactly realize that he had been shifted from a sitting position to now being underneath the other man. Well, he didn't realize it initially, but once Issac sort of hinted at something else, was when he realized and began to panic, with his free hand he tried to push the other man up and off of him, but he wasn't trying too hard to get his attention. In a weird way, Damien was almost, sort of okay with it, but he wasn't going to let Isaac know that, to him, this seemed a bit like a game, and he was going to have fun with it. He giggled softly into the kiss, his hands now moving around Isaacs's waist.