In the middle of a Dark Forest, there stood a Manor, and in this manor live a variety of serial killers and people believe them to be fake, fictional characters, and Legends. They are known as the creepypastas. (Creepypasta are essentially internet horror stories, passed around on forums and other sites to disturb and frighten readers.) the teen read as he was dressed in dark gray hoodie with a pair of dark jeans. He dons a deep blue mask with eye holes just as empty and dark as his sockets with black tears running down his mask.
As he eyes were stolen from him when his fat ass of an uncle is sold him to the black-market. After that, let's just say his life as creepypasta gotten a lot better.
How did we turn from horror stories to internet Sensations for fangirls and fanboys the horror thought one Eyeless Jack who once known as Harry James Potter? As he began to write in his notebook in an unknown language known as Parselscript or Parseltongue. As he pet his beloved pet seedeater on his head as seedeater purred in content. Jack could remember how he got his revenge on the Dursleys and those who stole his eyes from him, but he only wished he could get back his soo called parents for abandoning him at the hell hole in the first place.
The first person that Jack got his revenge on was his dear Uncle Vernon. Jack had broken into his uncle secret stash finding the shot that his uncle was going to use and squirted a little bit out, then pulled the plunge back to where it was. Leaving a considerably sized air bubble, Jack figured that his fat ass of an uncle is no doctor, nor does he have any clue how everything works altogether.
He smiled at seeing his uncle's body slowly gave up, and eventually... the cardiac arrest settled in, and he was on the floor. His dear aunt Petunia tried CPR, but there was no defibrillator around.
Jack smiled and disappeared before the paramedics arrived.
It was already too late for dear uncle Vernon.
Working his way up the list, was his aunt Petunia.
She was always a clean freak and bug hater.
Jack had silently slipped through the window without his aunt noticing. He knew that his stupid cousin will be spending the night with his friends tonight, so if she made a noise, no one would immediately come to her aid good. Jack smiled as he pounced on her while she was sleeping, pinning her down. Quickly Jack tied her hands to the bedpost and then her legs. Seeing that his Aunt Petunia couldn't escape, Jack pulled out several jars from his bag, each one almost black. Upon closer inspection, you would see small movement.
They were full of all the creepy crawlers that one would typically find at the bottom of anyone's garden. Jack took his time filling these up with every insect he could find. Jack wanted her to understand all that pain that He had felt while growing up in their care and when 'they' stole his eyes as well.
Jack propped her mouth open with one of those plastic rings a dentist would use for a long procedure, slowly poured each jar down her throat.
Every time, Petunia would scream it would be muffled a little more by the buzzing and scuttling noises the bugs made as they adjusted to their new home.
Tears streamed down her face.
A few jars in and Jack could feel the bugs in her stomach, which was where he had been sitting the whole time. By this time, Petunia had pretty much passed out from the pain.
When this happened, Jack waited, and pour water on her face, and slap her until she responded. For punishment, He'd take off the ring from Petunia's mouth and pour water down her throat, making her swallow all the insects and causing them to go into a frenzy of panic.
Eventually, during the fifth jar, the pain of all the insects burrowing into her internal organs plus all the internal bleeding caused her to pass away.
But not peacefully, of course.
As for his cousin, Jack let him live with hunting feeling that someone is always watching him just wait to kill him.
Jack let out a sigh of Happiness as he places pencil down and smiled in knowing that those two monsters are gone from the Earth forever and he was the cause of it. His dear uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were the first out few victims that he kills along with the people who stole his eyes in the black market.
Looking at the mark on his arm that marked him as one of Slenderman's proxy he and everyone that lives in this manor has the same mark on their bodies are bound to the Slender Man throughout all time since they are technically are immortal. Just looking at the Mark brought back the memories when he first met the Slenderman.
(Flashback is based off Harry by Proxy By: The Smiling Crow)
Harry found himself long past Privet Drive and that place. He made it to the wooded park. He slowed down and found a vacant park bench. The large park was empty, so he lay down, huddled for warmth on the bench. The autumn wind didn't help, but at least he'd kept his day clothes on instead of being the rags that place would force him to wear. The jeans were warm enough to keep him from getting hypothermia but that wouldn't help his bleeding eyes., He managed to find some bandages to wrap around his bleeding eyes hoping it will prevent them from getting infected. But that's hardly likely since his eyes were forcefully removed from him. It was like a miracle that he could still see things without the use of his eyes or the lack of eyes.
The 8-year-old thought about where he'd be going from here. What would he do? Where would he go? How would he eat? Sleep? Live?
He sniffled and allowed a few tears mixed with blood to drip down. This wasn't fair all he wanted was a normal life a loving family that would not have abandoned him, Harry didn't want this.
He shifted to get comfortable on the park bench. He was glad he'd thought to put a protective layer between the lead pipe and his skin; he could feel the cold metal leeching his body heat even through the bandage, but he imagined it'd be worse if the bandage wasn't there at all.
He'd just started giving in to the numbness of sleep when he… felt a presence.
Harry slowly sat up. It was like this one time Dudley was feeling less physical and more annoying during a car ride. He spent the entire time with his fat finger a centimeter from the side of Harry's head chanting "I'm not touching you. I'm not touching you." He knew the finger was there, he just didn't see it and it nagged at the back of his head and he could "feel" something there insisting he looks.
Harry slowly turned around and allowed his new ability to see to adjust to the park, with the lack of eyes and all.
…
There.
About ten feet away was the same figure in a suit standing next to a short lamp post. He could confirm the figure must have been almost nine feet tall, it was almost as tall as the post itself. Again, the figure's face was shrouded in the shadows cast by the light and Harry couldn't make out any features other than the fact that its neck showed he had pale skin, if not white altogether and matched the same color as his white dress shirt. If it wasn't for the collar, Harry would have almost guessed the figure wasn't wearing a shirt at all.
He could "feel" the eyes on him, so he feigned bravery and angrily stared right back at the area he supposed his eyes would be. Though with the bandages covering his eyes it was very hard for him to glare at the man.
He shivered as the figure stood still as if waiting for him to do something. His initial fear of the man gradually receded to wary curiosity. He didn't feel like the figure meant to do him any harm. If anything, the figure was almost benign.
Harry slowly walked towards the figure until he was within the cone of yellow light from the dim street light.
"Who are you?" He asked quietly.
The figure didn't respond, instead simply standing there facing Harry. Harry was undeterred.
"What do you want?"
The figure crouched down. Its long legs bent awkwardly and its arm came down to stabilize itself. Harry's breath caught in his throat as his eyeless eyes widen underneath the bandages when he finally saw the figure's face-
Or, rather, lack thereof.
The figure's face was blank and as white as an empty canvas. There were slight indentations, emphasized by the shadows, that were similar an old statue where the face was weathered away, but you could make out the faded curves that may have been a nose and eye sockets.
There was no mouth nor any indication of any ever being there. The "nose" indentation had no orifices for breathing. His completely hairless head showed he had no ears either.
There were no eyes in the "eye" indentations, but Harry got the feeling it could still "see" him. Just like he could still see without his eyes.
For a few seconds, they both silently regarded each other before the tall man slowly extended a long arm towards Harry. The pale, white hand faced palm upwards as if offering something. The message came clear to his head. It felt as though the figure "talked" in a deep bass with a vague American accent, and the voice came from his direction, but it was not sound-based at all. It was confusing to "hear" someone without his ears.
"I want to offer a choice, child. If you wish, I want to help you leave this place and to get revenge on those who hurt you and those who cause you pain."
Harry looked down at the hand being offered. He didn't know who this figure was… or even what this figure was, but whatever it was, it offered an alternative. It offered him a choice.
He glanced back at the direction of that place. Memories flooded him the feeling of pain, hate, anger, loneliness, and abandonment. His jaw clenched and his back straightened.
He reached out his cut, bruised, and burnt, but not broken, arm to the figure and grasped the hand.
The figure straightened, but its arm was long enough that Harry could hold on comfortably despite its incredible height.
The lights all around the park flickered off suddenly, leaving the entire lot moonlit. The tall figure and the young boy walked soundlessly in the darkness. The intricate shadows cast by the branches crisscrossed and soon grew denser and denser.
And with a faint rustle of wind through the autumn trees, the pair disappeared into the shadows of the forest.
Leaving the park as though they were never there.
End of flashback
It's been three years since that day when Slender Man offered him the choice and he accepted. Jack no longer goes by his real name, Harry James Potter died that night and left in his place it was Eyeless Jack the cannibalism serial killer. Life with the Creepypastas was fun at all who was he kidding it was a blast throughout the three years he lived here.
Jack made friends and best friends were none other than the Laughing serial killing clown Laughing Jack, and his lover annoying stalker Ticci Toby no one from the Creepypastas knew that Jack was only 10 years old soon turning 11, while beside slender man and laughing jack, they all assumed that he was 16 years old.
Besides having fun with the creepypastas Jack had changed he no longer looked like a starved and malnourished child. But a well tone and fit teenager. Jack had grown taller no longer staying at 5 feed and 3in. Jack now stood at the height of 68.3" The same height of a 16-year-old teenager. But in reality, he was only 10 years old soon turning 11. His height wasn't the only thing that changed his dark black hair turned into a lovely light shade of Honey Brown and his once tanned skin turn into a dark gray color. This change came to be a shock to Jack when he came to Slenderman and asked what's going on. Slender Man told him that he was changing into a pasta he is no longer considered human but an immortal serial killer. A demon to be exact since his magic and his hate had turned his body into a certain demon that he did not know about. And this change will cause difficulties in the near future for him especially if zalgo the king of hell ever got wind of this.
Jack sighed as he looked at the letter that was sitting on his desk right next to his notebook the one letter that he dreaded the most. It was his Hogwarts acceptance letter. Jack knew he was a wizard from the very beginning only thinking that he was a freak. he was proven wrong when Slender Man told him that he was a very powerful wizard the one that destroyed the Dark Lord Voldemort the only proof was the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. And the ability to speak to snakes AKA Parseltongue. But no one knew that he was the real boy who lived thinking that his brother was the one who defeated Voldemort but they were wrong Slender Man has proven and shown evidence that his brother was nothing more than a mere squib with no magical talents and his parents were stupid enough to listen to That foolish old man believing that a squib could defeat the dark lord. Remembering how he first reacted when he went to knockturn alley and into Gringotts.
And the Jack and slender man found out was shocking when Jack undergoes a blood inheritance test to say the results were a bit shocking.
Name:
Harrison James Potter-Black
Born:
July 31st, 1980, Godric's Hollow England
Parents:
James Fremont Potter (Birth father)
Lily Juliana Potter nee Evans (Birth mother)
Sibling:
Alex James Potter
Godfather:
Sirius Orion Black (Blood adopted Father, August 1st, 1980)
Descendant of:
The Ancient and Noble House of Potter(by blood).
The Ancient and Noble House of Black(by blood).
The Most Ancient House of Peverell(by blood).
The Most Ancient House of Gryffindor(by blood).
The Most Ancient House of Ravenclaw(by blood).
The Most Ancient House of Slytherin (by blood)
The Ancient House of Merlin(by magic).
The Ancient House of Le Fay(by magic).
Titles:
Lord of the Ancient and Noble Family Potter (birth)
Lord of the Ancient and Noble Family Black (blood adoption)
Lord of the Ancient and Noble Family Gryffindor (birth)
Lord of the Ancient and Noble Family Peverell (birth)
Lord of the Ancient and Noble Family Slytherin (conquest)
Lord of the Ancient house and noble of Le Fey (by blood)
Lord of the Ancient house and noble of Merlin (by blood)
Lord of the Ancient house and noble of Ravenclaw(by blood).
Accumulative Wizengamot Seats:
Potter: Three seats on the Wizengamot.
Black: Seven seats on the Wizengamot.
Peverell: Three seats on the Wizengamot.
Gryffindor: One seat on the Wizengamot.
Hufflepuff: One seat on the Wizengamot.
Ravenclaw: One seat on the Wizengamot.
Slytherin: One seat on the Wizengamot.
Boulstridge: One seat on the Wizengamot.
Leatherby: One seat on the Wizengamot.
Inheritances:
Metamorphmagus ( father's side), Invisibility Cloak(object, birthright), the Elder Wand(object, birthright) Sword of Gryffindor(object, birthright), Ravenclaws Diadem(object, birthright), Slytherin locket (object, birthright) 12 Grimmauld Place(object, birthright), Potter, Black, Peverell, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw, Slytherin Manors(objects, birthrights) and three thirds of Hogwarts including: Gryffindor Tower, Ravenclaw Tower, Slytherin dungeons, Greenhouses, Quidditch Pitch, Library, Come and Go Room, three out of the Founders Room and of the Great Hall(objects, birthright).
Vaults:
Potter Trust Vault - 8,340 Galleons, 103 Sickles, 13 Knuts
Potter Family Vaults - 12,435,739 Galleons, 649 Sickles, 450 Knuts; 134 magical artifacts and 840 books
Black Family Vaults - 69,546,039 Galleons, 750 sickles, 236 Knuts; 457 magical artifacts and 1476 books
Gryffindor Family Vaults - 9,346,013 Galleons, 648 sickles, 18 Knuts; 1643 magical artifacts and 1734 books
Peverell Family Vaults - 81,746,301 Galleons, 134 sickles, 298 Knuts; 1006 magical artifacts and 1920 books
Slytherin Family Vaults - 846,187 Galleons, 924 sickles, 752 Knuts; 2457 magical artifacts and 3276 books
Mortemis Vault - 3 magical artifacts and 1 book
Peverell vault:
7- Monies: 135,975 Galleons, 978, 673, 000 Sickles, 175 Knuts.
8- 12 Tapestries.
Books: Alchemy Through the Ages(original text, author unknown), Notes on the Deathly Hallows Origin and Merlin's pointed hat(a gift from Merlin himself).
Gryffindor vault:
1- Monies: 979,349,912,000 Galleons, 17,000 Knuts.
Books: Hogwarts: the Sentience Within(written by Godric Gryffindor) and the complete autobiography written in Gobbledegook by Godric Gryffindor.
Ravenclaw vault:
2- 1,734,087,012 Galleons, 175,487,523 Sickels, 163,963 Knuts.
Books: The Complete Works of Rowena Ravenclaw, Logic or Absurdity: Which Controls the Heart?, Knowledge is Power Septum Peccata.
Slytherin vault:
1- Monies: 979,349,912,000 Galleons,, 175,487,523 Sickels, 163,963 Knuts.
Books: The Complete Works of Salazar Slytherin, different ways to use Parseltongue Magic, how to raise your own basileus.
Other:
Books: The Complete Works of Merlin, Morgan Le Fay's personal Journal, History of the Dark Arts(once owned by Lady Circe, or so claimed by Merlin himself) and Magicks Around the World.
Wands: Godric Gryffindor's wand(12", Yew, Dragon Heartstring core), Helga Hufflepuff's wand(14", Holly, Veela hair core), Rowena Ravenclaw's wand(10", Beechwood, Unicorn tail hair core) and Antioch Peverell's wand(15", Elder, Thestral hair core).
Lordship Rings:
Potter, Black, Peverell, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.
Other Rings:
Merlin's treasured Malachite Ring(said to enhance any emotion, thus making any spell infinitely more powerful, as it is being fueled by the strong emotions of the caster) and Morgan Le Fay's, Ring of Life(said to drain the life out of anyone who attempts to filch it, yet to be proven).
Magical abilities and blocks:
Core magic – Dark (70% blocked, Albus Dumbledore)
Parseltongue (Failed Block, Albus Dumbledore)
Wandless magic (Blocked, Albus Dumbledore)
Wordless magic (Blocked, Albus Dumbledore)
Magic sensitivity (Blocked, Albus Dumbledore)
Eidetic memory (Blocked, Albus Dumbledore)
Hereditary blood magic (Blocked, Albus Dumbledore)
Properties:
House Number 14, Godric's Hollow, England
Potter Manor, Oxfordshire, England
Villa du Solei, St Tropez, France
Marauders Den, Devon, England
Hideaway Cottage, Edinburgh, Scotland
12 Grimmauld Place, London, England
Black Manor, Wiltshire, England
Castle Black, St. Petersburg, Russia
Eagles nest, Isle of Skye, Scotland
Magical bonds:
Soulbond - Tom Marvolo Riddle (Blocked, Albus Dumbledore, November 1st, 1981; Twice Nullified, Tom Marvolo Riddle, October 31st, 1981 and May 2nd, 1998)
Godfather bond - (Blocked, Albus Dumbledore, November 1st, 1981; Nullified, June 18th, 1996)
Magical compulsions:
Blood Glamour (Albus Dumbledore)
Loyalty Keyed to Albus Dumbledore (Albus Dumbledore)
Loyalty Keyed to Gryffindor House (Albus Dumbledore)
Loyalty Keyed to the Order of the Phoenix (Albus Dumbledore)
Loyalty Keyed to Ronald Weasley (Albus Dumbledore)
Loyalty Keyed to Ginevra Weasley (Albus Dumbledore)
Loyalty Keyed to Molly Weasley (Albus Dumbledore)
Distrust Keyed to Slytherin House (Albus Dumbledore)
Distrust Keyed to Severus Snape (Albus Dumbledore)
Distrust Keyed to Dark Magic (Albus Dumbledore)
Shame Compulsion Keyed to Home Life (Albus Dumbledore)
Recklessness Charm (Albus Dumbledore)
Anti-authority Charm (Albus Dumbledore)
Selflessness Charm (Albus Dumbledore)
Distrust Keyed to Draco Malfoy (Albus Dumbledore)
Loyalty Keyed to Hermione Granger (Albus Dumbledore)
Love Potion Keyed to Ginevra Weasley (Albus Dumbledore, Molly Weasley, Ginevra Weasley).
Jack was shocked and so was griphook along with slender man and that's not easy to do. This wasn't simple as it seems as Ragnok king of goblins got involved it seems they didn't like the idea of someone stealing they're money under their noses and seeing so many magical blocks on one of the most powerful lord was right down disgusting.
Running a hand through his hair Jack sighed once again and open the letter and began to read. To Harry James Potter third bedroom on the third floor of the Slender Man, Manor.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Harry James Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall sig
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Second page
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl or a cat or a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely, Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
Once done reading Jack sighed once again not wanting to deal with this, as an idea Pop in his head as a seductive smirk formed on his face as he walked out of his room and went to go find Ticci Toby.
~Warning lemon ahead~
"My, my Toby. You're even harder than before. Do you want me that bad?" Jack said this with a low voice while looking up at Toby with a lustful gaze. Before Toby could answer, Jack got up from the bed and rustled through a drawer, leaving Toby helplessly flowing with pre-cum, his eyes begging for more service. Jack came back, he quickly stripped down to his underwear and held a long object resembling a dick in Toby's view. Toby's eyes widened as Jack let it rest on his ass.
"What are you-" Toby was again cut off by his own voice as he felt the lubricated object enter him. "I'm going to turn it on my love," Jack smirked as he flipped a switch on the object, and Toby immediately lost his senses. He felt his body shake violently, having no control whatsoever, feeling the rough buzz of the vibrator in his ass. "I set it to its highest mode to make sure you get ultimate pleasure."
Jack whispered this in Toby's ear, just enough to be heard through Toby's loud cries, the feel of Jack's warm breath only arousing Toby more. Jack lowered his face once again to Toby's hard dick and licked the tip lightly and teasingly as Toby struggled to breathe. The vibrator in his ass quickened, and Jack had to hold down Toby's thighs to let his tongue continue teasing. Jack trailed his tongue from Toby's groin to his nipple, all the while, his own member hardening from listening to the thick sounds of moaning in the small room. At the feel of Jack's slender hand on his cock and the tongue now flicking at his nipple, Toby let out a loud scream as he came on Jack's bare stomach. "Mm..ah..ahh...AAHHH!" Toby was now covered in saliva and his own cum. His eyes could open no more than half-way and his voice could only whimper due to the still buzzing vibrator. Jack took the moment to turn off the vibrator and take it out swiftly. Toby let out a small moan at this, and his body still twitched from the effects of the object. When Toby finally came to his senses, he was again surprised by Jack's actions.
Jack had taken off his underwear and was standing in front of Toby, his dick only an inch from Toby's face. "I want you to suck me too, my love." Toby tried to turn his face, but he was powerless against Jack, who was holding his head in place. Without warning, Jack roughly pulled Toby's face toward his hard cock, forcing Toby's mouth to part. With no control over the situation, Toby felt as Jack thrust into his mouth, his hair being pulled harder after each thrust. earning a loud groan from Jack. Even so, this only aroused Jack more, and he came quickly into Toby's already hot, wet mouth. Jack, being the demon that he was, quickly recovered and sat down to grab a bottle that Toby hadn't noticed before. Jack poured a generous amount of the substance into his hands and started to rub the inside of Toby's ass while kissing his dick.
"Ah ah ah. Ng. Jack." Toby could only moan and thrust his own body against Jack's fingers. When Jack was done preparing Toby, he quickly lubricated his own hard, thick, and long member. Toby became hard once again from watching his lover put on this little show. To Toby's dismay, Jack didn't put his dick in right away. Instead, he let it rest in between Toby's ass cheeks and began grazing Toby's hole lustfully, earning his own groans to increase and Toby's whimpers to grow louder.
"Do you want it, Toby? Say you want me to fuck your slutty little ass or I'll stop here. Say it- 'I want you to fuck me with your juicy, thick cock'." Jack said this as he sucked on Toby's neck and continued to rub his dick against Toby at a painfully slow pace.
All of the teasings was too much for Toby. Though he didn't want to sound desperate, his body forced him to exclaim, "Ah! Yes! Jack, I want you to fuck me with your juicy, thick cock! I want you to pound into me with your sexy body until I lose my senses! Go inside me already!" Jack could not disobey. He swiftly raised Toby's hips and thrust his dick hard into his ass. All that could be heard was the sound of Jack's groans as his voice overtook Toby's- the pleasure of being inside his lover exciting him. Jack moved in and out of Toby, hitting Toby's sweet spot over and over again. The thick sound of wet and liquidy skin smacking against the skin, filling the room as well as the moans from both parties. "Ah! Fas-t-er an-d h-ah! Harder, Jack!"
Jack felt as if he would explode into Toby right there and then. He quickened his pace and sucked on every part of Toby he could reach. He could feel Toby's ass tighten and further suck him in. The wet, hot feeling around his dick was unbearable. Jack gave one more hard pound, and let his hot cum fill Toby's ass. Toby came from the extacy of being filled. "Ahh ooh oh Jack!" The two let their bodies slow and let the sound of their heavy breathing fill the air as they took in the smell of sweat and cum. Toby was completely in love with Jack. He would do anything to get Jack's love and attention.
~End of lemon~
That's why Toby comes to Jack's room every night, pleading for his love and affection. I love you, Jack, I really do" Toby said quietly and snuggled against Jack's chest, hugging Jack tighter.
Jack chuckled and petted gently Toby's head, running his slim fingers through his shiny soft brown hair.
Toby sighed in bliss and kissed Jack's gray chest. After an hour or two of them started to fall asleep.
"same time tomorrow love?" Jack asked, already knowing the answer. Toby nodded smiling slightly before falling to sleep Jack smiled as kissed he now sleeping lover on forehead.