Within Touch Yet Out Of Bound
Chapter Twenty Seven-Twenty seven reasons
Warning - SMUT between Hawkins X Justice...
To the rest of the world he just looked like a troubled man walking the streets in the pouring rain. He was soaked through but he didn't notice. He was numb now, right to his core. His mind was numb and his heart was aching, his skin whiter than the first winters snow. His guilt was sat on his shoulders, weighing him further down. Though he didn't pity himself, he new it was his fault, he needed no pity. Though the guilt was heavy he knew that he was a heavier burden of everyone else's shoulders.
He remembered now, how as a child he was so frightened of death. But as he grew up, as he matured he came to see the beauty in death. For there was beauty in death, if you could just open your mind. It's calm, stillness. The feeling to be at peace, no longer having to worry abut anything anymore. Though death seemed to cause a lot of pain and suffering also. Death caused pain to the living, those who could still feel, who had no other choice but to feel. Why are we born with things such as emotions? Wouldn't it be better to just be numb, numb and oblivious to everything else. Though He new that there was indeed great beauty in the world amongst the living and other living things. He was certain that death still had a victorious beauty over the living. To be at peace, to eventually set everyone else at peace. He had never pitied the dead, he never saw the need. Though he was sure that the people he had new and had passed away would share a similar opinion to his own. Not to pity the dead, but to pity the living, and most of all those who live without love. Though Alex had had many a run ins with love he knew that it was a really joyous thing to behold, to love someone and to be loved. He didn't live without love, but he feared that perhaps he had been taking to much of it in any form he could. He needed to let other people love and be loved without him getting in the way, he needed love to leave him alone and let him be at peace.
It is a saying that one can always be alone in a crowded room. It is true. He found himself utterly alone in this crowded street, not even the fleeting rain drops stayed long enough to keep him company and he smiled at that. He had always knew that no matter what love you may have had in the past, you would always be alone in the end. You would always greet death alone, and cold. He accepted it, his eyes hollow still and lifeless bu he excepted it. He wasn't sad anymore, he was numb. He could stay this way forever if he could. though he didn't want to tarnish deaths beauty with his ungodly presence, he thought maybe that death would just take him quickly so as to not let people be disgusted and repulsed. He wouldn't want death to be ashamed of having claimed him when he tarnished its beauty and calmness. For he knew, his death would not be calm, not at first at least. And it would not be beautiful, not in the least. Alex drew in a long breath feeling his lungs expand for the last time as he stepped away from the railing and into the road. He opened his eyes to see light coming towards him and he smiled, and let out the breath he had been holding in a sigh. The beauty of light.
He had been watching the man the moment he had stepped out and rested against the railing, just meters away from the oncoming traffic. He had watched the calm wash over the mans face as he stepped out into the road in front of the oncoming bus. That must have been when he had started moving but he didn't know for sure, his body moved without thought or instruction. But his eye's remained fixed on the calm mans face, he watched the man smile at his oncoming death and breath out for the last time. He had no pity, only fury. Fury that someone had came so low to greet death with a warm smile. Fury that something or someone had brought someone so low as to resort to suicide. Though he realized the man didn't see it as his suicide as soon as he looked up at the mans hollow eyes, those eye's that were hollow but acceptant... He saw himself as a sacrifice.
No. You will not leave this world today.
Not for someone elses' sake.
A deafening sound filled the air with electricity, though Alex couldn't hear anything, he was to numb to notice anything. He just waited patiently for the impact and then darkness and calm. But it never came, and he started t become aware again. Aware that he wasn't dead. Why wasn't he dead? He became aware of the rain again, the dimly lit street, a hard grip on his wrist. His eyes un-clouded and he then noticed the arm around his back and a man that he seemed to be leaning into. What was happening? Why? He didn't want to be saved, he could feel again, he could feel again! The numbness was diminishing before him and though he focused desperately to get it back it continued to flee. He was being punished wasn't he? He was so cold all of a sudden, why was it so cold? Whats that? He struggled to focus any of his senses, they didn't seem to respond at first. Until his savior had put what Alex presumed a palm to his cheek. His eyes moved to look down somehow snapping out of their malfunction to gaze upon an angry looking man with black hair and golden yellow eye's.
"You there?" The man spoke but Alex found himself unable to reply, unable to move. He couldn't form a word let alone a sentence. "Blink if you can understand me."
Alex blinked. Eyes suddenly wet, and it wasn't because of the rain, it was the pain. He could feel again and it hurt so much.
"Your coming with me, you'll catch pneumonia out here, you're already turning blue and shaking like a leaf." The man spoke again. "Though i am not one to usually occupy my time with such things, i am willing to make an exception in your case." The man spoke sincerely, dragging Alex somewhere, not that he paid any attention as to where.
To say he way confused was an understatement, normally someone resorting to suicide would make him seethe with hate for those that caused it to get to that point, though it did. He would normally also see the person as weak and selfish. But this man confused him. This man wasn't weak, not physically nor mentally. Though he may be emotionally damaged in some ways, he didn't come across as weak. Strangely he found himself thinking the man strong as to be sacrificing himself in such a way. Since he wasn't trying to escape from life, he was willing to greet death. For reasons He didn't know as of yet, but this man was obviously thinking himself as a burden to someone or maybe even multiple people. So much of a burden that he just wanted to- he was willing to get rid of himself for their benefit... It made him want to cry.
He stripped the man of his wet clothes and wrapped a warm towel around his waist and a blanket around the rest of him, the man still seemed out of it. He simply complied to everything asked of him simple instructions like 'stand up', 'sit down', 'lift your arms up' and the like. He even got the hair dryer on the shivering mans ginger hair in order to get heat into the man more quickly. Though it was like spoon feeding a child he didn't mind, things like this would normally annoy him to no end but he wasn't bothered by the younger mans inability to do anything-for-himself-right-now state of being, or shock, or whatever. When he had finished dressing the other man, well partially dressing him, only some of his his clothes would fit the bigger but younger shell shocked man he walked him towards the bed and literally tucked him in. When he got into his bed form the other side he was met by a large pair of green eyes that looked genuinely scared.
"I'm not going to try anything, hey you need to tell someone you are alive so I'm going to dial a contact from your mobile?" The man didn't get a response so he counted that as permission. First contact he tried wouldn't answer so he went down the list, and to his surprise found two names that he knew. Trafalgar Justice. Trafalgar Law. He had a sneaking suspicion one, if not both had lead to this. He would kill them if they were. He called Law, noticing the amount of missed calls and was met with a raspy voice.
"Alex! Are you okay? where are you? What happened? Are you hurt?-"
He put the phone to this Alex persons ear and the man simply came out with. 'Tried Kid, no answer. Hotel, alive.' Then the man ended the call and put the cell on the bedside table.
"The names Mihawk, goodnight, Alex."
The house felt dead without the voices of his children bickering over silly trivial things. It was stupid to miss something he used to complain about constantly. But like they say, you only start to miss something as soon as it's gone. Doflamingo didn't want to admit he missed his house being full of life. No, he'll never admit it. As the seconds turned to minutes and the minutes turned to hours, he slowly drifted into a world of self-pity. Not saying he wasn't already half-way in it.
Sitting on his expensive leather seat in his rather messy study, Doflamingo thought up a plan. A sick twisted plan to get his children and boyfriend back to him. Back to where they belong. With him!
Tapping at a small notepad, he read the number over and over again. Even trying to come up with what he was going to say. He had a plan and un-like the others, this one would work. He'd gotten a piece of information off a fellow worker and the number of a woman. He took the phone in his hand and dialed slowly. Number by number. And then he pressed the green phone and lifted it to his ear.
"Hello?"
Doflamingo smirked and rested back, "Hello, my names Doflamingo and I'm the father of your child's boyfriend."
"Oh, a pleasure indeed mister. I'm so glad Alex has finally-"
Doflamingo eyebrows creased slightly, "No, no. I mean your other child, Eustass Kid."
"Kid? He's gay? ... Well what a surprise. I hope he's happy, I do miss them. Anyway, how can I help?"
"Well our sons seem happy and settled so I was wondering if you'd like to dine with us sometime. I'll send someone so you can safely come here." Doflamingo explained, his mind turning like clogs.
The woman seemed to pause before there was a click, "Your so nice, I would love to."
"Good. Good. I'll have someone message you my details. I'll see you soon Miss Eustass."
They'd only had sex once...and it was when they'd first gotten engaged. The excitement and rush. It been a different side to Hawkins, he seemed possessed. Justice felt herself quiver when she remembered the hands grabbing, scratching and scrapping at her body. It was just orgasmic thinking about it. Maybe that's why he's holding back...because he might open a side to himself to Justice that might show just a ounce of emotion.
Hawkin's flinches but doesn't move as the girl lays her warm soft lips upon his own. It takes a moment but he kisses her back unassertive. Justice smiles and begins to kiss more aggressively; slipping her tongue on the bottom of Hawkin's lips. Hawkins disproves with a grunt. The young girl smiles cheerfully and grabs his hand and she leads him into the bedroom.
Pushing the blonde on the bed, Justice sits on his lap and pressed kisses at the slim creamy flesh of his neck. It wasn't long until she can feel long member rising up below his tight black jeans and in between their bodies. Hawkin's being nervous, but pretending to be hard-faced, lets Justice have her fun. Only when she starts undoing his shirts buttons does he grab the girls hands and make her freeze above him.
He snakes a hand behind her back and zips down her dress and then she begins to smirk. She throws her dress off and now she's sat wearing her lacey black underwear. Between them nimble hands begin to shed the clothes in there way and soon Justice is straddled naked on top of her equally naked furtue-husband. Justice sighs content because she knows that there was no way of stopping now. Hawkins simply sits back and leans against the wall of pillows stacked behind him. He gives Justice a nervous yet expecting stare, like he was eager but scared at what she was going to do.
It wasn't hard to figure out what state the older man was in; his cock was already erected and standing proudly against her ass. Justice swept a hand back, fetching it and admiring at how hard, smooth and slick it felt in her touch. She plays with it for a while by stroking it up and down, teasing the blonde. The mushroomed head is swept between her legs and traced it through her sensitive area. Hawkin's mewls but attempts to keep it in, it seems his cock is quite sensitive.
"Where's your condoms?" Justice bursts out with a sly smile, and goes to the dresser and looks through. A blush crosses Hawkin's face as the breasts of his lover end up in his face. Justice swipes the condom out and sits back down to see the shocked face of the blonde. She begins to worry, "Hawkin's is something wrong?" She asked while she applies it. Admittedly, Justice never tended to place to rubber on so when she realised she'd done a great job she felt amazing. Between her spread legs and hot womanhood, Justice rolls her fist across his cock; giving him a small slice of what's to come. Hawkin's gasps softly at the sight and sensation.
Prideful, she points the tip towards herself and circles it around her waiting hole. Gently sitting down upon it, it slides in smoothly. Hawkin's rewards her with a final participating run of his fingers over her stomach and ample breasts, admiring and fondling them greatly.
A little bashful, she throws her head back, letting Hawkin's have his way with her body as she concentrates and enjoy riding his long, lean length. It wasn't anything she'd felt before. It could only be described as 'something else'. It must be the thick veins that ran on the sides of the man or the firmness but it just felt so good to have the man who admired her inside her. Instead of shuffling to get used to it, Justice focuses on feeling of him penetrating her with his well defined and rock-hard shaft. With the smallest twitch of her hips, she can change the angle and bounce in a entire different manner and knowing this she begins to experiment with what feels best. Eventually she settles on jutting her ass backwards and pressing the middle-most of his solid length against the front wall while the tip bottoms out against the back.
The position doesn't go unnoticed as Hawkin's hands claw at her large, blubbery bottom. She begins to bounce around on top of him, jamming him into more firmly and more securely with every thrust in. Hawkins supports his lover by grabbing either her butt-cheeks or her tits; playing with them with his soft hands. He sinks in a heavy, smooth, with every gulp in her tightening hold accompanied by small wet noises.
Desperate for more, she reaches down and starts to fondle with his tight, quivering balls.
Looking deeply in his eyes again, she slavers herself on top of him. Hawkin's simply lays back and lazily fondles her breasts and ass and looks at you to put in the effort. His eyes growing cocky.
Only a minute of this, almost driving herself towards the brink, does Hawkin's flash up sharply – the normal bored expression on his face changed to a anguished snarl – to hold her in a tight embrace and groan conceitedly. She can feel his cock jerk up and grow slightly larger before the passion escaped into her womanhood. Allowing her to let go as well, she jerks as well and arches her flexible back, Hawkin's growls in her neck and he squeezed her waist tightly.
They fall down on the bed panting into each others neck. Hawkin's plants a kiss onto his lovers neck, but quickly moves away after realizing what he was doing. This said he pulled away from her and laid with his back facing her. Justice snuggled up behind him ad smiled, "Thank you." She kissed his back before getting up and starting to put her underwear back on. When done, Justice strolled into the kitchen to get something to eat.
A/n - Okay, now Doflamingo is finally doing something!