I'm sorry it took so long! But this is a longer chapter than usual, so I hope it makes up for it :)
Warning: this chapter contains explicit sexual scenes :D
Also, the song used in this chapter, is 'Nasty Naughty Boy' by Christina Aguilera, for the people who might want to listen to it while reading that part. (I would advice you to not listen to it before the music is put on in the story, just to keep it a bit more of a surprise if you don't know the song yet.)
Oh yeah, and thanks to everyone who helped me with the movies ;)
Hope you enjoy~! One (or two if it gets too long XD) more chapter after this! :D
Chapter 7
He cast one more look at the mirror – the fourth time already, even though he normally didn't look at his own image more than once a day – before he opened the door. On his doorstep stood Izo, looking incredibly sexy, and smirking confidently at him. His hair was loose and his make-up was subtle, but exactly enough. Except for his shoes, his clothing wasn't distinguishable as 'female' and it didn't look bad on him at all.
Without noticing it, Smoker's mouth had slowly fallen open. "You… look… amazing."
The corner of Izo's mouth curled up a bit more. "Thank you." He came inside. "You look… delicious as well."
Smoker chuckled and shook his head, while he led the other to the living room. "I poured you some wine, since you seemed to like it last time and I won't drink it when I'm alone," he told his neighbor.
"That's fine, I did like it."
Smoker sat down on the couch and Izo followed him, sitting as close to him as possible without sitting on top of him. The dark haired man leaned in and captured the other in a kiss, before he could say anything. Smoker didn't protest – why would he – and placed his hand behind his lover's head to deepen the kiss some more.
After what felt like an eternity, but still not long enough, they broke apart again. Izo smiled. "Did you have anything special in mind for tonight?"
"Hmm, let's do this all night," Smoker said as he pulled Izo close again. The actor smiled as his their lips touched again. This time, the kiss didn't last that long though.
"I see you're already addicted to me," Izo said teasingly. "But I meant watching a movie or something like that."
"Yeah, a movie could be nice," Smoker said. "How about some action?"
Izo gave him a look as if he'd never been disappointed more. "Action? How romantic."
"Don't tell me you want to see some romantic comedy," Smoker huffed.
"They aren't all bad, you know," Izo defended them. "But I wanna bet you don't even own one."
"You're right about that. They might not be bad, but they are predictable as hell." The white haired man had never understood why people liked those cliché movies.
"Alright, so what about horror?" Izo suggested.
Smoker raised his eyebrow. "You like horror?"
"Only the scary kind, not the gross kind."
He smirked. "Want me to comfort you?"
Izo laughed. "You comfort me?"
"Well, I am never gonna be scared by anything, so…" Smoker stood up to search through his DVDs.
"Really now?" Izo sounded amused. "Let's see what you got then."
Smoker searched between his movies and picket out three DVDs that fitted Izo's genre of preference. He didn't own that many horror movies, since he liked action and thrillers more. He tossed the movies to his neighbor, who looked though them. "The Shining, such a classic, I may hope you've seen that one already? It's about as old as you are."
"Yeah, I've seen it twice, I think," Smoker answered. "It wasn't really that scary."
"Well, if you've seen it before, you already know what's gonna happen, so that's no fun anyway," Izo commented.
"I haven't seen the other two yet." Smoker waited near the DVD-player.
Izo looked at them. "'Mirrors' and 'The Conjuring', hmm." He looked up. "Let's go with the last one." He handed 'The Conjuring' back to its owner.
Smoker put on the DVD and sat down next to his neighbor again. As the movie played, he found himself often distracted by the person sitting next to him. Really, how was he expected to watch a movie while the object of his affection was sitting so close to him? After a bit of a scary moment in the movie, which might have let his heart beat just the tiniest bit faster, he yawned and stretched his arm out to place it 'coincidentally' around Izo's shoulder.
The dark haired man looked at him and smirked. "Need me close to you already?"
"I don't need it, but that doesn't take away that I do want you close to me," Smoker said. "And not because I'm scared or anything."
"Of course you're not," Izo said in a tone that made clear he didn't believe him.
As the movie proceeded, Smoker had to admit to himself – and only to himself – that he did get a little scared. He never had that before, when watching horror, but then again, he had never believed in anything supernatural. Now that he was pretty sure dark creatures and who knows what else, did exist, the movie somehow got to him more. And the stupid thing was, that you always knew something was going to happen, but it didn't happen yet. And that was what made it a bit scary, he guessed.
He was not trying to look away from the screen or anything, he was just casting a look at Izo for the pleasure of looking at Izo. He saw his neighbor sitting with his eyes closed, but a faint smile on his lips. Smoker raised an eyebrow. "Too scary for you that you can't watch anymore?"
Izo let out a delighted sigh. "No, I'm just enjoying the smell of fear coming from you." He opened his eyes and looked straight at him. "Who knew such a strong, tough cop could get so afraid?"
"I'm not afraid," Smoker said, slightly thrown off by the fact that his neighbor honestly seemed to enjoy it, even though he had hidden it pretty well, he thought.
"You're not? Then why don't you show me how strong and tough you really are?"
Goddammit, screw the movie, Smoker thought. He didn't know how Izo did it, but he had already completely forgotten about the film and was only interested in his neighbor now. He caught Izo's lips and pushed him down the couch, while letting his tongue enter the other's mouth and enjoying the sensation of Izo's tongue against his. He could do this for hours, if not days, and he would never get bored.
Suddenly, he felt a hand slide up the inside of his leg and Izo broke their kiss, breathing heavily. "We're missing the movie like this," he said, but didn't stop his hand from running higher up Smoker's leg.
"I couldn't care less," the white haired man responded and he got back to kissing again.
Izo's hand caressed his thigh near his crotch for a while, making Smoker wonder if he'd ever go further than that. Until he felt those fingers brush – accidentally or not, Smoker wasn't sure – against his manhood. A half-suppressed moan escaped his lips and Izo chuckled. "At least you're strong and hard."
"Oh hell." Smoker stood up, lifting his lover with him. Izo immediately wrapped his legs around his neighbor's waist and continued kissing him hungrily. Smoker started walking backwards towards his bedroom, not really being able to focus on where he was going, as his mind was occupied by something else right now.
Before he'd reached his destination, his back hit a wall, the impact breaking their kiss. Izo apparently took this as a reason to start kissing his neck, softly biting and sucking on the flesh he found there, extracting a deep moan from his lover. Really, how could this man be so skilled with his mouth in everything he did with it?
Izo removed his legs from their position around Smoker's body, and stood on the floor again, so he could reach lower, kissing the skin on his collarbone and down, until he reached the fabric of Smoker's white T-shirt.
Smoker felt slim fingers crawling the underside of his shirt and pulling it up as fast as possible. He helped a bit so that the piece of clothing could slide over his head and it landed somewhere near the couch. Izo hummed, happy with what he saw. "That's much better."
"You thin- aaahh!" Smoker threw his head back as Izo softly bit down on his nipple. He felt the other smirk against his skin. The bastard was enjoying this too much, but Smoker himself was guilty of that as well, so he wasn't one to say anything about it.
Izo let his tongue play with the nipple for a bit more, while using his fingers on the other one, slowly driving Smoker mad. He kissed his way down his lover's chest and his abs, until Izo was sitting on his knees in front of him. He looked up at Smoker, long black strands framing his face, fluttering his perfect eyelashes and breathing heavily.
Smoker couldn't look away, didn't want to either. Those dark, lustful eyes, the promise of pleasure that they held… was there anything more arousing? He gasped when Izo brought his hands towards his pants and opened the button, followed by the zipper.
Izo raised his eyebrows as Smoker's erection sprung free from its confinements, but then he smiled cheekily. "Officer, is it even legal to not wear any underwear?"
"I'm not sure if you should be calling me officer in these kind of situations," Smoker commented, though the words did do something to him.
"Why not?" Izo asked innocently, breath tickling the other's erection. "It's not even role-play."
Smoker clenched his teeth together, almost losing his sanity. "That's the thing, it… kinda sounds like I'm abusing my power," he managed to bring out.
"Don't you like to use a little force?" Izo let his teeth graze over the tip of his lover's cock.
Smoker threw his head back, panting heavily. "Don't… tempt me." He moaned when he felt that hot, wet mouth close around him.
Forcing himself to look down again, at Izo, he was met with the man's dark eyes, looking up while he moved his head up and down Smoker's erection. The white haired man placed his hand in the other's hair. "Oh… fuck, Izo… you're so… damn skilled… with your mouth."
Izo bobbed his head a few more times, taking him in as deep as possible and sucking hard on the tip before releasing him, driving Smoker insane. "That's not the only thing I'm skilled with, I can promise you that," Izo said and he let his tongue run up the shaft of Smoker's cock one more time, licking up the bit of pre-cum that was leaking from the tip.
Smoker growled. "I wouldn't want to miss that."
A scream from the TV shook them up and Smoker cast an annoyed look at the device. He didn't want to waste time putting the movie on pause though. "Let's go to my bedroom so you can show me your other talents."
"I couldn't agree more." The dark haired man stood up and quickly followed his lover to the bedroom, where he closed the door and pushed the other onto the bed. He observed him for a bit, letting out a deep chuckle. "Now look at you, being half naked, obviously very aroused, but your butt still clothed in those pants of yours."
"You can take them off, if you want," Smoker said with a hoarse voice. "If you take off your own clothes as well."
Izo smirked as he looked down on him. "You want me to strip?"
"You were skilled in a lot of fields, you said. So show it." Smoker couldn't wait to see that show.
"I would, but I don't have music. Unless you want me to dance on the distant screams of that family in the movie." Somehow, Izo managed to make even that sound sensual.
However, that idea didn't seem too appealing to Smoker, so he fished his phone out of his pant pocket and tossed it towards his lover. "I've got Spotify, so choose any song you like."
Izo quickly searched for something and soon music started and he placed the phone on the nightstand.
"Come here, big boy."
Oh God, what kind of music had he chosen? Smoker didn't recognize the song, but it seemed to work as Izo slowly started to sway his hips.
"You've been a bad, bad boy.
I'm gonna take my time, so enjoy."
Izo slowly took off the open gilet he had been wearing, and threw it onto the floor. Then he slowly started to undo the buttons of his blouse, while giving Smoker the most seductive look he'd ever seen. The white haired man reached down and slowly started to stroke his cock that begged for attention.
"I got you breaking into a sweat,
Got you hot, bothered, and wet,
You nasty boy."
Izo followed the movements of his lover's hand with hungry eyes as he slowly worked down the buttons of his shirt, while moving his body to the rhythm of the music. It was entrancing, really, how sensually, elegant, and at the same time freaking hot that man could move.
"Hush now, don't say a word
I'm gonna give you what you deserve."
The shirt slowly slid off Izo's shoulders, revealing perfect pale skin and – was that a tattoo on his right arm? Smoker needed to investigate that at a later time.
"Oh no, oh there I go again
I need a spanking, 'cause I've been bad."
The man in front of Smoker moved his body for a while without taking anything off, just to show off what wonders his upper body held. The police officer watched in awe, not even able to look away from the magic that was in front of him.
Izo brought his hands to the black pants he was wearing and opened the button. The rest was hidden from sight, since he turned around to give Smoker a good look at his gorgeous behind.
"Oh baby, for all it's worth
I swear I'll be the first to blow your mind."
Smoker's eyes widened and his mouth went dry as Izo's pants slid down. Deep purple, lacy panties covered his butt and while stepping out of his trousers, the dark haired man turned around to show his front again. The fabric there was barely enough to contain his fully erect manhood. Smoker had to still his hand, afraid that he'd come before the fun actually started. Never had he dreamed that a man could pull such lingerie off, but Izo did. And that was still much of an understatement.
Now, not wearing anything else than the panties and his high heels that matched perfectly in color, Izo walked towards his lover and let his foot slide up his leg.
"You nasty boy."
As the song ended, he placed the foot next to Smoker on the bed and spoke to him in a deep, seductive tone. "So, how did I do?"
"How… I… Where did you get those?" Smoker managed to bring out, obviously talking about the panties.
Izo smiled mysteriously. "My secret. But you seem to quite like them."
"I-I do." It took Smoker a moment to find his confidence again. Really, Izo was like a god, he was unable to resist. Smoker led his hand slide up his lover's smooth legs, his skin feeling almost like silk beneath his fingers. He soon reached the lacy underwear and touched the bulge it showed, admiring, as if it was something sacred, one shouldn't be allowed to touch.
Izo let out a soft moan at the contact, sending shivers through Smoker's body and making his erection twitch. He needed to hear more of that beautiful sound and started to palm the clothed erection. More moans escaped Izo's throat, making Smoker feel accomplished. Izo was such a tease, the white haired man was glad he could also drive him mad.
"Fuck, Smokey…" Izo moaned. "I want you." He leaned forward, impressing Smoker with the fact that the position of his leg allowed him to do that, and kissed him deeply.
"Hmm, then shouldn't you rid me of my pants?" Smoker said, also more than ready to go further.
"I was just about to do that, don't be so impatient," Izo said, placing his finger on his lover's lips. However, he closed his eyes and bit his lip when Smoker continued to caress his dick.
Fingers pulled at the fabric of Smoker's pants and he lifted his hips to help Izo get the trousers down. His erection brushed against his own hand, and he quickly removed the latter so that their most intimate places could touch, even with the thin layer of Izo's underwear between them. They both moaned quietly at the touch, until the dark haired man had to get off him to remove the pants completely.
When the fabric had slipped off Smoker's feet, Izo crawled back on the bed, between his legs. He playfully let his teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh of his manhood, making Smoker gasp. Izo crawled further, however, and gave him a slow, but passionate kiss. "So are you gonna free me of my underwear as well, or do you want me to keep them on?"
"They are very… pleasing to the eye. But I guess it would indeed be more convenient to take them off," Smoker said as seriously as he was capable of, at that moment. "And I'm sure I'm gonna like what's underneath too."
"I'm sure of that as well," Izo smirked down at him.
Smoker didn't waste any more time and pulled the panties down, making sure to let his nails scrape softly over the other's skin. As soon as the skintight fabric was down his hips, the man's erection sprung free, almost literally hitting Smoker in the face. The white haired man hummed pleased, while he looked at his new discovery. Damn, how could someone be so perfect? There was nothing on Izo that he could describe as less. Even his manhood was perfectly proportioned; not too big, but certainly not too small either.
Smoker moistened his lips and wrapped them around the tip of Izo's cock, while doing his best to push the underwear as far down as possible. Sucking on it, Smoker got nice, quiet moans out of his lover, making him want to tear the fabric apart, just to take it off quicker. But he doubted his neighbor would appreciate that. Smoker released the erection with a wet pop. "I'm gonna need your assistance here."
Izo lifted his knees, on which he had been sitting, so that the panties could get off completely. "Smokey, do you have –"
"Drawer of the nightstand," Smoker grunted and he started to lick and suck his lover's dick, while the other man leaned over to try to get the drawer open, while moaning loudly.
Eventually, Izo succeeded in his task and retrieved a bottle of lube and a condom from the nightstand. He threw the condom on the bed and uncapped the bottle to pour a bit of lube onto his finger. "Would you let me…?"
Smoker was surprised for a bit, since he'd never been in that position before, but then nodded. Izo was going to show his talents, after all, and Smoker didn't doubt it the other could make him feel good. "You did promise to show how skilled you were."
Izo smirked. "I'll make it worth your time." He pushed Smoker's legs apart some more and brought his hand towards his entrance.
The white haired man gasped when he felt the cold finger against his sensitive skin. He may never have been on the receiving end before, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to handle this. He relaxed his body as much as possible while Izo's finger entered him. The process was helped a little when the dark haired man used his other hand to slowly stroke his lover's cock.
Slowly, the sensation of the finger moving in and out of him started to feel pleasurable and Smoker began to pant more and more. Suddenly, Izo slightly curled his finger up, brushing against his prostate and making Smoker moan loudly.
When the white haired man opened his eyes – not even having noticed he'd closed them – he saw his lover smirk smugly. Smoker placed his hand behind the other's head and slammed their lips together, just so that he wouldn't have to look at that self-satisfied look – and maybe a bit because he just yearned for Izo's lips on his.
While the kiss got more hungry and uncontrolled, Izo added a second finger and soon started stretching him, making sure to hit his prostate every now and then. Smoker couldn't help but moan into his lover's mouth, even though he tried to keep his voice down.
"Fuck, Izo," Smoker moaned and slightly arched his back as a third finger was added. The dark haired man let out a pleasured sigh at the hearing of his name.
After a few more moments of stretching, Izo withdrew his fingers, leaving Smoker with a feeling of emptiness. The actor picked up the small package he had thrown on the bed earlier and – still stroking Smoker's cock with one hand – carefully tore apart the wrapping of the condom with his teeth.
Smoker grabbed the hand, holding the rubber. "Let me help you with that," he said with husky voice as he retrieved the condom from his lover's hand. It was too bad their positions now made it impossible to use his mouth for this, but his hands would do fine too. Holding the tip with one hand, he used the other to roll the condom down Izo's shaft.
Meanwhile, the dark haired man had managed to uncap the bottle of lube with his free hand and poured a bit on his rock hard member. Since Smoker's hand was still there, he began to stroke his lover's cock to spread the slick substance and Izo moaned softly.
Soon, Smoker withdrew his hand and Izo saw that as a sign to position himself at his entrance, holding his hips with both hands. The white haired man forced himself to keep his eyes open as the other slowly pushed inside, even if that wasn't an easy thing to do. But it was worth it so much. The sight of Izo, arching his back and throwing his head back, letting his long hair fall from his shoulders like some sort of waterfall, was the most beautiful thing Smoker had ever seen. It effectively distracted him from the slight pain he felt when the other entered him.
"F-fuck, Smokey…" Izo whimpered. "You're so damn tight." Suddenly, his head snapped back up and a smirk appeared on his lips. "Don't tell me, you're a virgin…"
Smoker frowned as he slowly got accustomed to the feeling of being completely filled. "Of course not."
"Yes, you are," Izo said on a teasing tone, while he slowly pulled out again. "You are a bottom-virgin."
"I am n- ahhh," Smoker moaned loudly when Izo slammed back into him.
Izo closed his eyes and chuckled. "I feel honored," he said and set an easy rhythm, which began to drive Smoker slowly mad. Especially when Izo started to stroke his cock again in time with the thrusts.
Moans and pants soon began to fill the room as their pace became faster and rougher, both of them losing their mind and not having any control anymore over what they were saying or what kind of noise they were making. Especially not Smoker, as Izo kept hitting that spot inside him that made him feel like he was in a completely different place than earth.
Fuuuck, he didn't regret his choice of letting Izo top one bit. Just when he thought things in the line of harder or faster, Izo did exactly that. It didn't take long before Smoker felt he was getting close to losing it completely.
"Fuck, ahh, I-Izo," Smoker moaned. "I'm – ahhh."
His lover immediately pulled his hand back from the cock it had been stroking. "Not… yet," he said with closed eyes, panting heavily. "Let's… come… ohh, together."
However, Izo didn't stop hitting that sweet spot inside him and, even though the double stimulation was gone now, that was still enough to bring him closer to his inevitable orgasm. When Izo decided, a few moments later, that it was time to place his hand back on Smoker's member again, it took the white haired man only two strokes to spill his semen all over his own chest and his neighbor's hand.
Izo moaned loudly as he came a few seconds later. He rested his forehead on Smoker's chest for a moment, regaining his breath. Smoker stroke away a lock of black hair to save it from getting in contact with the semen on his body, but he saw that it was already too late. Well, that could be washed away later.
Smoker sighed and smiled content. "Well, you've proven your point."
A chuckle made his heart speed up a little more. "I thought so." Izo pulled out and sat up, carefully removing the condom. Meanwhile, Smoker used the time to lay on the bed in the way it was meant, instead of diagonally.
Izo lay next to him, getting back some energy. "So, was I right? Was this your first time bottoming?"
Smoker huffed and reached out for his pack of cigars, that should be somewhere on his nightstand. "Maybe." He wasn't ready to fully admit it, even though it was pretty clear his neighbor was right. He finally found what he was looking for and put a cigar into his mouth, lighting it immediately.
"You smoke inside your bedroom?" Izo asked, obviously a bit displeased about that fact.
"Sometimes," Smoker answered as he took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs.
"Oh, come on." Izo took the cigar from his mouth. "Not when I'm here." He kissed the other's lips.
Smoker grunted. "Give that back."
The actor gave him a disappointed look but then sighed. "Well, fine, I need to go anyway."
"What?" Smoker frowned. "Why?"
"Well… I gotta go back to my own home, I need to be rested for work again, tomorrow." Izo sat up.
"That's no reason to leave." Smoker wrapped his arm around the other's waist, preventing him from leaving. "Please, stay tonight. Your home is only twenty seconds away. Besides, your performance tomorrow is at three, right? So you don't even have to get up that early."
Izo looked conflicted for a moment. He stared at the window, as if that would give him all the answers in life. Then he sighed. "Alright, but on one condition."
Smoker smiled. "Sure, tell me."
"It's me or the cigar. If I stay, that thing's gotta go."
Smoker looked at the cigar that was just back in his hand. He took one more deep drag of it, before putting it out in the ashtray that was also on the nightstand. "Fine. Now come back here." He lifted the sheets so that his lover could get underneath them as well.
Izo chuckled as he snuggled against Smoker's warm body. "You could just tell me you were afraid to sleep alone."
Smoker raised his eyebrows, trying not to think of how much truth there was in that. "Shut up, I'm not afraid to sleep alone. Though I do sleep better when I have company. Because it's nice and warm."
Izo snorted. "Suuure. Don't worry, I know better."
"I'm not keeping you here because I'm scared." Smoker let his hand wander over his lover's chest, 'accidentally' playing with his nipple. "I want you to stay, because you might have showed all your talents, but-"
"Oh, not nearly all," Izo interrupted him.
Smoker continued as if he hadn't just said that. "But I still have to show mine."
It was a few hours later when Smoker woke up. The second round sure had been exhausting and he had fallen asleep almost immediately afterwards.
However, when he opened his eyes, it was still dark and he knew something wasn't right. Not because of the fact that it wasn't morning yet, but because of the tightening feeling in his chest. The feeling that he had to watch out for something. That something was lurking around in his room.
Well damn. So the shadow person had come after all? Even though Smoker had company?
When he looked beside him, his heart skipped a beat. Izo wasn't there. His neighbor was not in his bed anymore. Oh shit, where was he? Where was Izo?
Smoker sat up and looked around, panicking. Had the shadow person gotten Izo? Or had Izo fled the room because he was scared by it?
Smoker tried to take a deep breath, but it was hard not to start hyperventilating. Eventually, he got his breath under control and cleared his throat. "What did you do to my neighbor? Where is he?"
Of course, he didn't get an answer. Smoker tried to think realistic about it. Maybe Izo had gotten thirsty or had needed to pee. Yeah, that could be. Maybe…
His eyes fell shut and he had to try really hard to get and keep them open again. Maybe he should get out of bed… He yawned. He should look around to see… if Izo… was walking… around…
He saw a dark shadow looming over him, right before his eyes fell shut again, too tired to keep them open anymore.
His eyes flew open, his heart racing. Smoker had to shield his eyes against the light that seeped through his curtains. What the hell had happened tonight? He had want to check whether Izo was still somewhere in his apartment, but somehow he had been so tired he had fallen asleep? That never happened before, on the contrary. Most of the time he was too afraid, or panicking that he couldn't sleep at all. So why hadn't that been the case now? It was almost as if the shadow person had forced him back to sleep. And it hadn't been a pleasant sleep, but one filled with terrible dreams.
Izo. Smoker quickly turned around in bed and let out a relieved sigh as his neighbor sleepily opened his eyes.
Izo smiled. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"
"Hmm, okay, I guess." To be honest, Smoker still felt exhausted, even if he'd slept more than on his usual nights. He was just so glad his lover was okay, at this moment.
"Are you alright?" Izo asked him. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"I, eh… I was just a little worried. Where were you tonight?" Smoker asked.
The dark haired man next to him laughed confused. "What do you mean? I was right here."
"No, tonight, I woke up for a moment and you weren't here," Smoker clarified.
"Oh…" Izo shrugged. "That must have been when I went to the bathroom for a moment." He smiled. "That got you worried?"
Smoker shook his head. "Nah, it was just… I felt like there was something, or someone, sneaking around in the house, but… you didn't see anything, did you?"
Izo smirked. "No, I didn't see anything. But if you were that bad with horror movies, you should have just said so."
The white haired man grunted. "It's got nothing to do with the movie, we didn't even see it through to the end." He wrapped his arms around the other, just glad Izo was fine and hadn't noticed anything of the shadow person.
"Alright, if you say so." Izo moved a bit and softly started to kiss Smoker's neck. "What's the time?"
Smoker didn't want to turn his head towards the clock, he just wanted to enjoy the sensation of Izo's lips on his skin. However, since Izo would probably stop if he didn't get an answer, he cast a look at the time, while trying to move his head as less as possible, so he wouldn't get in the way of what Izo was doing. He was surprised to see it was already so late. "It's almost eleven."
Izo groaned while he let his teeth gaze over the skin on his lover's neck. "That means I gotta go soon. I need to be at the theater at one o'clock."
Smoker had a hard time letting Izo go, as he would rather spend the whole day in bed with him, but eventually, Izo walked out of the room. As the man walked towards the shower, Smoker couldn't stop the butterflies from fluttering around in his chest. Damn, he was so lucky.
That Sunday passed relatively quickly. Smoker's mood had been unbreakable the whole day and he had been more energetic than ever. He'd gone to the gym as well, since it was about time he went there again. He had to keep his body in shape, after all.
That evening, a few hours before the sun would set, he decided to set up the crystals. Tonight was the night. Hopefully, he would catch the creature and be released from it forever. He couldn't wait to just sleep long and peacefully again. And not having to worry when he had company at night.
Sitting on the corner of his bed, the box with crystals beside him, he looked around. What would be the best spot to place them? Well, not immediately behind the door of course, since one couldn't open it then, without braking the 'cage' the crystals were supposed to form. It would be difficult for Madam Shyarly to enter the room then. Maybe the corners of the room weren't the best choice either, just because there was a chance the shadow person wouldn't even come there.
Eventually, he decided to place them near the door, but far enough to open it. After he'd placed them, he drew a pentagram between them in his mind, adjusted them a bit until he was happy with them. It probably didn't came to an inch, right? The crystals formed a pentagon with a wide of about four or five feet, which should be wide enough to capture the bastard. He wasn't sure if the energetic fields would connect if he placed them much further apart.
One of the crystals was hidden under his closet, but the other four needed to be covered up. Well, if he'd just dropped his clothes a little messy, it should be possible to hide them. That did mean he had to go to bed before it was completely dark, or there would be a chance the shadow person was already hiding somewhere.
So when the sun was standing low on the horizon, Smoker slipped into his bed, being sure he hid the crystals well enough. He closed his eyes and waited. Of course, the creature didn't have to show up immediately, but Smoker could better pretend to be asleep, to not raise any suspicion.
It was completely dark when he woke up again. Apparently, he had fallen asleep for real. Still, he didn't open his eyes yet, trying to fool the shadow person a bit longer. Because Smoker felt it was here already.
His heartbeat sped up a little, when he felt something touch his cheek, something that felt a lot like a human hand. He pretended to sleepily bat it away from his face, hoping the shadow person would move more towards the door. Of course, he didn't feel more than a light breeze when his hand brushed over his cheek.
Smoker waited a little, concentrated on listening if he heard something. He almost got a heart attack when he heard a pained scream.
He carefully opened his eyes, looking directly towards the spot where he'd placed the crystals. A victorious smirk crept up his face when he saw a thin light, which was very likely the energetic shield that had pulled up and trapped the shadow person. However, at first, Smoker didn't see anything trapped inside. Until the creature tried to get out and seemed to burn themselves on the cage, making them hiss. The place where it made contact with the shield lit up a little more and finally Smoker saw a just a bit darker shade of black inside the cage.
He lit the light on his bedside, but it didn't make that much of a difference. He still couldn't make out more than a faint shadow, which he wouldn't even have noticed a few weeks ago. He sat up a little and crossed his arms. "Didn't see that coming, huh?" Smoker had to admit to himself that he was pretty pleased to have finally caught a bad-guy, and a supernatural one at that.
He didn't get an answer, but instead the creature did another attempt on escaping, which failed as well. "Yeah, I got some tips from an expert," Smoker told them. "You have no chance of escaping this. She will come here in the morning, when I call her, and you'll be done for, forever."
It was silent some more, this time there wasn't even the burning sound that came with an attempt to escape. "You know, I know exactly what you are. Yes, I admit I was wrong before, but now I know that you are a shadow person." Smoker kept talking. "Now, the only question left, is… who are you? Though, I have a fairly good idea."
"You do?" It sounded more like a whisper, or even the rustling of the wind, but Smoker had clearly heard the words.
"Oh, so you can talk like this? More or less." Smoker huffed. "Well, yeah, after I learned more about you, I immediately knew how you could have escaped from that police cell a while back. And that you scared that poor witness."
It was silent for a while, but then there came a response, again sounding like not much more than a whisper. "You're wrong."
Smoker rolled his eyes. "Yeah, of course." Wasn't that what Portgas had been saying all along? "Well, we'll just see about that in the morning, wont we?"
He turned off the light again, convinced that he wouldn't get any wiser when it came to the creature's identity now, anyway. The morning light would reveal who he really was. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some sleep to catch up."
When Smoker woke up that morning, he was more rested than he'd ever been in the past few weeks. He enjoyed the feeling a bit more, laying with his eyes closed, resisting the urge to immediately check who it was that he had caught.
He threw his legs over the edge of his bed and only opened his eyes when he stood up. He looked at the spot where he had placed the crystals and blinked. After he was sure he was not dreaming anymore, his heart stopped beating. It just stopped. And his eyes widened in shock.
The man – because it was a man, of that he was sure now – sat on his floor in almost meditative pose, keeping his eyes shut and his breath regulated. Long black hair framed his all too familiar face and covered his shoulders. That hair was way longer than Ace's.
It took Smoker a while before he could say anything. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
The man on his floor raised his eyelids and looked up with brown eyes full of guilt. "Smokey…"
TBC~
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