Cutter couldn't resist it anymore.

This kid was a fucking cock tease and he didn't even know it.

Now, Cutter didn't usually swing to the same sex, but there were times where he had experimented and it had been fun. And dammit, he wanted this lanky albino in the worst kind of way.

He loved to see the way his eyes lit up when he complimented his artwork. How his cheeks bunched up on the rare occasions he got to see a genuine smile out of him. He was a gorgeous masterpiece of a human being, white hair cascading down his back, muscles rippling through his tank top that didn't quite fit the right way anymore since he had become healthy under their care.

The clown licked his lips. He was going to get what he wanted.

He stood in the doorway, watching the younger man work. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he worked the clay he had placed on the corpse, biting the inside of his lip. He had a pencil and a pen stuck behind his ear, a small pick-like tool in his hand.

Otis bristled when Cutter laid a hand on his shoulder. He still wasn't used to not being battered when someone touched him.

"How's it comin'?"

"Er...alright."

"Looks better'n alright to me."

Otis glanced over his shoulder at him. "You think?"

Cutter placed a hand on the back of Otis's neck, letting his thumb rub small circles in the flesh. Goosebumps rose on Otis's arms, and his face reddened. Dammit, he hadn't expected that reaction. Any kind of affection just felt so fucking good to him, he couldn't help the way his body reacted. He had been so starved for so long. It was all he had wanted his whole life.

"Yeah. What do you think is wrong with it?"

Otis shrugged. "I can't get this to look right to me." He gestured to the area he was working on.

"Well, why don't you take a break and come back to it? Maybe your hands need a rest, huh?"

"...Alright." Otis stood, feeling Cutter's massive hand in the small of his back for an instant. He flinched away.

"Hey, what's that for? What'd I do?"

"Ah...Nothin'...Just..." Otis rubbed the back of his neck where Cutter's hand had been. He wanted these touches, but he wasn't sure about the source.

"Did I spook you, kid?"

"Nn...Kinda..."

"Why?" Cutter smirked, wrapping his arm around the albino's waist. "Don't you want some sweetness? Huh?"

Otis's face turned bright red at Cutter's advances.

"I saw the way you reacted to my hand on your neck. Can't hide shit from me, Otis." He pulled the younger man against him. Otis yelped in surprise. "Your face looks like a stop light." He pushed Otis's hair to one shoulder, as he began to tremble.

"F...Fuck...W...what...What're you doing?"

"Hey, relax...Don't you trust me?"

Otis swallowed heavily. He felt the question was loaded, and no matter what the answer, danger would come.

Cutter placed a hand on either of Otis's hips and pushed him against the wall.

"Sh...Sh...Shit..." Otis whimpered, outright shaking. "D-D-Don't...D-Don't d-do...This..."

"Hey, relax...I just wanna make you feel good." Resting his palm on Otis's collarbone and resting his thumb on Otis's chin, Cutter turned his head away gently.

"G-g-god p-please...p-please..."

"Just relax...Don't mean nothin'. Just wanna make you feel good." Cutter began to kiss his neck, starting softly at first. Otis tensed and flinched away, but Cutter had him trapped. He slowly began to relax, gasping and squirming in pleasure, even letting out a low groan when Cutter hit just the right spot. He let his hands roam Otis's torso, eliciting another moan and pleasured sigh.

He noticed something coming up between the two of them, and felt Otis fidgeting with his shirt, trying to pull it down over his erection.

Cutter chuckled against Otis's neck. "You think that's gonna hide it?"

"Nn..."

Cutter fisted the white locks, pulling his head to the other side. Otis clawed at him at first, alarmed, but gave in to the pleasure once more. Cutter chuckled. "You like that, huh?"

No vocal response, only a shudder.

"You're not very hard to please, are ya?" He muttered between kisses. Otis whimpered in response.

Neither of them mentioned the incident, but it recurred almost daily for a few weeks. It was always Cutter treating Otis. Never the other way around. The older man knew if he wanted to get what he wanted, he would have to gain his trust.

Otis sat in the back room, working on another sculpture. His hair was carelessly tossed into a hair tie, trying to keep it out of his face while he worked. Cutter approached him slowly, going without detection until he pulled the knot from Otis's hair, letting the white strands fall into his face.

"Ack! Hey!" He shoved his fingers through it, pushing it away from his face once more. He stood abruptly. "What?"

Cutter pulled him away from his work and pinned him again, kissing down his neck like he always did. Otis seemed to be really enjoying it, Cutter noted, being much more vocal than he usually was, moaning loudly and clawing at the older man's back. Cutter couldn't take any more.

"Hey, You trust me?"

Though Otis looked hesitant, Cutter threw him over his shoulder and carried him to the bed he kept for nights when he was too tired to drive home, and threw him down on it.

Otis's eyes went wide and he began to tremble yet again.

"Hey, relax. All you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will. Okay?"

Otis's mind whirled. Sex? With Cutter? All this time he had said it was just to make him feel good...And Otis could use a little release. Alright. He would try. Fuck it.

Cutter pulled Otis's shirt over his head, revealing the musculature underneath. "Damn...What a work of art." He felt Otis's face grow hot as he kissed his neck, beginning to pull his pants off. Otis was too distracted by the pleasure of Cutter's scratchy beard and hot kisses to notice he was the first one naked.

Cutter kicked off his pants and flipped Otis's legs up on to his shoulders. Suddenly, the albino tensed, fear etching his features. He began to breathe rapidly.

"Relax...Relax. It won't hurt if you relax."

Fuck, how did it get like this? Otis wondered. How did I let it get this far?

"Remember, I said. If you want me to stop, just tell me."

Fuck it. Otis nodded, swallowing heavily.

"Hey, don't shake...Don't be so scared." Cutter could feel Otis trembling beneath him. He caressed his cheek with one bear-paw like hand. "Just close your eyes and enjoy it. I promise I won't hurt you."

Otis closed his eyes, tilting his head back. Cutter began to kiss his neck, making Otis sigh in pleasure and relax in his arms.

Otis felt a sensation all too familiar from his childhood, and clawed at Cutter's back. "A...AH! FUCK! STOP!...STOP!" Memories rushed back to him as white hot pain went through him. He began to shake. Cutter ignored him, beginning to start a rhythm. "STOP! CUTTER! STOP! STOP...S...Stop...Nnnn..."

Cutter felt Otis relax again.

God, to see that white hair splayed out underneath him, his face contorted in what Cutter would assume was pleasure and slight pain that came with this. His lips parted slightly and a small groan reaching his ears. Oh, yeah. All that toying was worth it.

While he was usually extremely vocal, he didn't want to startle him, so Cutter kept his mouth shut. As he was getting close, he felt Otis tense beneath him again.

They both cried out at the same time, Otis grappling for something to cling on to, settling for digging his fingers into Cutter's flesh.

Once they had both cleaned themselves up, Cutter returned to find Otis dozing in the bed. He had gotten re-dressed, and was spread out on the bed, one arm across his stomach and the other by his head, hair still splayed on the pillow. God, he looked like an angel.

"Hey, whitey. Move over."

"Mm...?" Without thinking, Otis rolled onto his side. Cutter crawled into the bed, wrapping his arms around the younger man's thin frame. Otis startled, trying to wriggle away, but Cutter had a grip on him.

"Shhh. Relax. Isn't affection all you've ever wanted?"

Otis glanced up at the clown's face. There was no malice behind his words. Trying to settle his pounding heart, Otis settled, head buried in the older man's shoulder.

"There. See? You're alright."

Otis lay curled up to him, confused as hell. Why? Why the advances on him? Why had he let it happen? Hell, why had he enjoyed it? Why had it felt so damn good? What did the older man want from him? Would it happen again? Would he LET it happen again?

Lulled by the warmth and comfort of the older man, Otis dozed off once more.

Days passed without another instance. But finally, Cutter was ready again.

Otis was standing, circling his work like a predator. Cutter grabbed him and threw him against the wall, picking him up slightly. He yelped in terror and fought against him until he realized what was happening. He wrapped his legs around the rotund waist, letting Cutter do as he pleased.

Cutter kissed Otis's jaw line, leading toward his lips. Otis abruptly pulled away, breathless.

"What?"

"Thought you said it was just about feelin' good."

"...Yeah?"

"I...I don't..."

"Otis, this whole situation is so far from the norm for either one of us, you really gonna fuss now?"

"I...But..."

"Yeah, well you do now." Cutter all but head-butted Otis as he kissed him, forcing his tongue into his mouth. His head smacked against the wall behind him, and he whimpered in protest. He could feel his lips begin to bruise.

"S...Stop..." He whimpered against Cutter's mouth, beginning to tremble. God, he hated how he always shook.

Cutter pulled away, licking his lips. "Hey, it's okay...You're alright."

Otis knew it was foolish, childish, even. But through it all, he had held on to the innocence that his first kiss would be something special. Romantic, with someone who really loved him. Not like this. Not sloppy and horny and hot. He knew it was stupid. But somehow, that one little piece of innocence he had left had survived all the hell he had been through. Now it, too, was taken.

Fuck it. He knew it was stupid. Why hang on to it?

His heart panged at the last loss of innocence, but he pushed the emotion down in lieu of the pleasure to follow.