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The room was cold and uncomfortable. The dark cracked bricks, and the icy metal table had become a familiar environment for the boy. He had long since grown accustomed to the feeling of being watched through the one way glass. He had been in this very interrogation room hundreds of times. Well, hundreds may be an exaggeration, but he frequented the station enough to know each officer by name. Bill recalled each meeting he had with each officer, and how scared the newbies had been. He was a criminal after all, and he was dangerous. There were only a few cops that werent afraid to be alone with Bill. One of those very cops walking into the room, bringing Bill out of his thoughts.
"Well hey there William! Hows the wife?" Bill snickered teasingly, knowing full well that Wilbur wasnt married. He was the only cop who Bill was able to clearly get a visible reaction out of, so he pushed the limit often. The brunette snarled, making sure the door was locked before walking over and shoving his fists onto the metal table. "I really hate you. I really fucking hate you." Bill would never admit that the tone of the older had caused his blood to run cold. He would never admit that there was any situation that had him scared. He swallowed thickly, aching to run his fingers through his half dyed hair, or fidget with one of his many piercings.
The truth of the matter was that he was frail, and weak. Weak willed, weak hearted, and just weak. He was barely 19, and he was lanky. He could be snapped like a twig and he knew it. Thats why he did the things he did. If he could do tough things, then maybe he could be left alone. He got peircings to show he wasnt afraid to have his skin punctured. He got tattoos to scare people off. He did drugs because they helped him forget how weak he really was. He felt so weak now, handcuffed in a cold room, Wilburs red glare cutting through him like glass. Wilbur could do whatever he wanted, and Bill could do nothing but wish somebody would save him.
"You need to be put in your place. To learn where you belong." Wilburs voice was deep and gravelly, the way it sliced through the deafening silence sending shivers through Bills spine. He could feel his heartbeat in his head, as everything became so surreal. He couldnt help but notice how cold it was, how much his wrists ached from being cuffed. It felt as if every one of his senses had been hightened. "Im going to teach you this lesson, and you are going to listen. And if you dont.." Bill would have his eyes glued to the brunette, dreading whatever his next words would be. "Nobody will hear your screams."
He felt his heart drop. He couldnt help but swallow thickly, his hair standing on end. He sat frozen in the olders gaze, not daring to look away out of pure horror. The brunette stood up, his gaze never faltering as he slowly walked over to the criminal. Despite his best efforts to remain unaffected, it was obvious how terrified he really was. He couldnt stop the gentle trembling of his body, or the obvious bouncing of his legs, not to mention the way he looked drained of color. The brunette fought back a smirk, keeping up this facade. He refused to admit that he had been falling for the boy, and he denied that he held any feelings but anger towards him.
Bills heart was racing as the brunette got closer, his mind drowning in horrible possibilities for what the taller had planned. Was he going to torture Bill? Was he going to hurt him, even kill him? Bill didnt want to find out. He watched with wide eyes as the cop pulled out a key, realizing that he was going to be uncuffed. He moved without thinking, instantly leaping towards the door as his binds were undone. He gasped as he felt large hands roughly grabbing him, before he was harshly shoved against the wall. He let out a whimper of pain on impact, only for it to be silenced as warm soft lips met his. It was as if everything just stopped, his trembling, his thoughts, his breathing. All he could feel was the painful grip pressing him to the wall, and the shockingly gentle kiss that he couldnt help but melt into.
Wilbur had no idea that this was Bills first kiss, but if he had, that would have only increased his satisfaction. He couldnt help but adore the way the boy fell weak against his lips. He wanted nothing more than to mark the boy, to take him as his own. He loosened his grip, sliding his hands down to the ravenettes feminine waist. To his delight, the boy simply placed his hands on Wilburs shoulders, practically begging to be fucked. He roughly pressed his hips against Bills, a sharp whimper slipping from his barely parted lips. The brunette took the opportunity, as he quickly pushed his tongue into the youngers mouth. Bill couldnt keep his quiet whimpers and whines from spilling into the kiss, having never felt somthing so passionate before. He had no idea what he was doing and Wilbur took notice. A wave of warmth swirled in his stomach at the inexperience, as he licked and tasted every bit of the youngers mouth.
They grinded against eachother, both craving stimulation as they grew more and more aroused. The brunette let his hands wander, as his fingers sneakily slipped under the hem of the youngers shirt. A surprised whimper was pulled from Bills lips as warm fingers made contact with soft skin. The hands traveled up, teasingly ghosting the boys chest, as Wilbur finally broke the connected lips. The two locked eyes, only for a moment, before the brunette leaned into the boys neck. He lightly pressed small kisses to the soft skin, his hands begining to grab more firmly, causing a slight increase in Bills noise. Wilbur suddenly bit down lightly, a sharp gaspy moan ripped from the ravenettes mouth. A wave of electricity went through Wilbur, right to his cock, which pressed painfully against his clothing. He began to place more marks, and less gentle kisses, as he gained more confidence to touch the boy. He savored the quiet noises of the younger, as he rubbed his thumbs over the boys nipples, which quickly hardened at the touch.
The grip on the olders shoulder increased as Bill brought his hand over his mouth, attempting to quiet himself. He lidded his eyes, hyper aware of each touch, each new sensation and pleasure. All his previous fear had long since disapated, as he gave into the olders touch. He had never been touched like this, kissed like this (or at all), loved like this. But Wilbur didnt love him, did he? Bill didnt love Wilbur, he was certain. Until he began questioning himself. His attention had always found itself grasping onto the brunette, and his body had already given into his touch. Bill had found himself making a mental note of the olders looks, even having wondered too much about him. He had even thought of him while riled up, even if only for a second. Maybe he had been falling for the older, even if having been oblivious. He felt safe, and secure in the brunettes grip, something that would be absurd to think only moment prior.
He was brought back to reality when Wilbur prompted his to lift his arms. He quickly did just so, not even thinking about it. The brunette quickly slipped Bills shirt over his head, tossing it aside. He took a moment to admire the boys torso, dwelling on his clear lankyness. He was skinny, and fragile. Wilbur ghosted his hand down the side of the youngers body, smiling at how small he seemed in comparison. He would have gotten lost if not for the boys raspy voice filling the silence. "Are you gonna keep gawking at me all night or are you gonna do something?" His tone was snarky and aggressive, but when Wilbur lifted his head to scold him, he noticed the deep red that dusted the boys freckled cheeks. He was flustered.
"Sorry, Ive just been dying to see you like this for so long." Wilbur replied simply, his smile stretching wider at the way the youngers expression became even more embarassed. He mumbled something quietly, crossing his arms and looking away, to which Wilbur uncrossed his arms and gently gripped his waist. "Speak up, midnight." The boy somehow blushed more at the petname, his voice faltering as he responded. "I- I said- I thought you hated me.." Wilbur simply smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the boys lips, before resting his head next to Bills, whispering deeply into his ear. "I hated you because I couldnt do the things i wanted to you.. But ive found that I dont care anymore. Youre to tempting to resist~" Bill shuddered as a fresh swirl of arousal twisted through his abdomen.
"Then why are we just standing here..?" Bill asked quietly, his heart racing as he stared into the olders eyes. The brunette let out a huff of amusement, as he pulled the chair out and sat, crossing his arms as he leaned back. "Strip." The brunette comanded with a low growl. The younger swallowed thickly before slowly nodding, as he began fiddling with his pants. He slowly slid the fabric down off his hips, letting it drop to his ankles before kicking them away. He watched the olders eyes rake across him, as he hesitantly tugged his boxers down. He slowly let them fall to the floor, nervously blushing as the brunette eyed his exposed body.
Wilbur nodded aprovingly, his cock painfully hard in his pants as he gave his next command. "Get on the table." He said simply, as he turned the chair slightly to face the table. Bill nodded, slowly walking over and crawling onto the cold metal surface. He turned and sat, as he curiously watched the older dig through his pockets. With a smirk, Wilbur pulled out a small bottle of lube, setting it on the table before sitting back. The ravenette looked from the bottle to the older, a clear confusion in his eyes. "Finger yourself. Make a good show, and youll get my cock~" The brunette growled out simply, a devilish smirk across his face. The ravenettes eyes widened as he looked at the bottle. He reached out a trembling hand, picking it up and popping it open. He squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, swallowing thickly as he lay back, spreading his legs.
Propped up against his elbow, Bill nervously prodded at his entrance, a quiet whine spilling from his lips. He glanced at Wilbur, who simply gave a reassuring nod, before he pressed his forefinger into himself, a needy whimper pulled from him. How did he get here, fingering himself in a sterile interogation room for a cop hes never gotten along with. It felt like a fever dream, as he pressed his finger deeper, moving it around. He bit his lip in an attempt to silence himself, but once he added his second finger it barely even muffled him. He closed his eyes as he moaned, scissoring himself out, as he momentarily forgot the gaze of the older. After a while, he added the third finger, whining as he stretched himself out. He was a mess of quiet noises, eventually moaning out Wilburs name, which made the brunette stand.
The younger continued to finger himself as the older walked forwards slowly, removing his shirt as he did so. He unbuckled his belt, dropping his pants to the floor, where he kicked them off. He gently guided Bills hands out, as he slipped his boxers down and off. The ravenette removed his fingers as prompted, opening his eyes slightly before they shot open wide. Wilbur was big. Bill shivered in anticipation as he watched the brunettes open the lube, squeezing some onto himself as he stroked a few times. He lined himself up, gently holding onto the youngers hips, as Bill wrapped his arms around the older.
With a quick thrust of the hips, Wilbur pressed in, a whorish moan spilling into the air. Bill tightened his grip, as he wrapped his legs around the older, the brunette pushing himself in more. He was only about halfway, but the boy already felt so full. It was a strange sensation, one he had never felt before, but he loved it. He closed his eyes, whimpering and moaning as Wilbur finally bottomed out. The brunette was gripping tightly, as he waited for the younger to adjust. After a moment the ravenette whined, a plea that Wilbur could not refuse. "P- Please move~ please sir, please~" The begging was breathy, an air of whimpering sounding as well. The brunette smirked, before pulling out, and slamming back in with a groan.
The noises spilling from Bills mouth were like heaven to the older, as he set a pace, roughly fucking into the ravenette. He was high on the pleasure of the tight warmth, as he continuously slammed in and out of the boy. "God, youre such a- hah~ such a slut~ Taking me so nghh~ so well~ Its like you were made to fuck~ to take my cock- such a good whore~" The brunette groaned out the degraded praise, the words melting into Bills pleasure, as he moaned whorishly with each thrust. "Oh- oh oh ohh~ Please sir~ more~ please~" The boy whipered, the brunette simply snickering as he slammed with more roughness, shiftin slightly so he could find that special bundle of nerves.
He found it when the ravenette let out a loud pornographic moan, begging for more and more. The brunette leaned farther over the younger, pounding into the boys prostate, his release coming closer. Each sweet noise pushed him closer and closer to his peak, the younger rasping out a moan of warning for his own release. Wilbur gently wrapped his hand around the youngers cock, as he stroked in time with his rapid thrusts, finally shoving as deep as he could before he released, the younger releasing into Wilburs hand. The two sat, both coming down from their highs, before pressing into a kiss, sloppy and desperate. Finally, they pulled apart, Wilbur slowly pulling out of the younger.
"We need to clean up. Cant have HR knowing I fucked a suspect.." The two laughed, ignoring the fact that Bill was brought in as a suspect for a series of murders. Wilbur didnt think Bill had actually done it, and Bill would never tell if he did. Even on the brink of insanity, as he sliced his lovers throat, he would never tell him that he did it. He would never tell anybody, as he slit his own throat right after. The case was ruled to be a murder suicide, and the public could now sleep safer, knowing that they were finally safe. Safe from the insanity of the serial killer Billzo.