The Coal Miner's Saboteur
"Always these damned traps." Jake thought to himself as he bent down to break the infernal contraption. He took out a hammer from his specialized toolbox and slammed it down on the pressure plate in the middle making the trap snap closed over the now broken sensor. "That should take care of that one." Jake said to himself as he straightened his back out while keeping an eye out for any others. He picked up his toolbox and made his way through the dense fog that surrounded the MacMillan Estate. "Trapper in his own territory. I better keep my wits about me." A cold generator quietly sat at the side of a dilapidated building that looked to be some sort of mining building from the remnants from the killer's memories. Jake liked the secluded area for both reasons: no other survivors to blow up his progress and there was only one entry point. If the Trapper was coming for him he would be able to see him coming a mile away and be ready. The saboteur had three cylinders pumping his way to victory when a scream from the woods near him brought him off of his objective. He ran up to some boulders where the blood curdling howl came from and saw the killer wiping his bloody machete on his large scarred arm. Thinking quickly, Jake ran towards the nearest hook and started unbolting the supporting pulley on the hook. His heart raced faster knowing the killer was getting closer and closer, "Almost there!" The raven haired man could hear the struggling of Ace on the Trapper's shoulder and with one final turn of his wrench the corroded mauler fell to the rich dirt at their feet rendering it unusable. Jake ducked in time to miss the edge of the killer's blade as it cut into the side of the steel pole sending metal slivers from his chipping weapon into the air. The killer dropped the old gambler to the ground and slowly turned his head towards the saboteur. Jake took a deep inhale as he felt like this was the calm before the storm and if he was smart, he should be running right about now. Jake turned on his heel and ran back to the direction of the mining building and jumped through the window, barely missing the killer's swing. Jake turned back towards the Trapper about to agitate the man when he saw the look on the miner's face. The killer was just standing on the other side of the window staring at him. Jake had been close enough to see the Trapper's eyes under his mask, especially while he was being guarded by the man on the hook. Anger was usually dripping from his brown eyes like blight serum, but over time the killer wouldn't even look at him as he was thrown on the dangling sickle.
Now however, the man was sporting an emotion that Jake could not place, "Is he furious? Irritated? Bored?" Trapper still stood frozen at the window watching Jake kill himself with overthinking and slowly drowning himself in his own anxieties. Trapper had always rubbed Jake in a weird way. He knew they were sworn enemies, mostly due to Jake breaking all his equipment, but the killer seemed to have some unspoken code of honor. The Trapper knew the survivors' would ransack his estate for medical supplies and gears for their toolboxes, but never tried to stop them. Not many people dared to cross into the MacMillan Estate except for Jake. The saboteur knew this map almost as well as the killer from how many times he'd come here after trials, which was about once or even twice a day. Jake also noticed how the killer started placing his traps more in plain sight, almost like he was only keeping up the appearance of defending his territory from the desperate survivors. Jake had been interrupted once while he was scavenging for batteries for Nea's flashlight. He was inside of the Coal Tower when he heard the tell-tale sound of the Trapper's steel toe boots over the concrete below. Jake crouched to the shattered window that was probably a supervisor's look out back in its prime and watched him. The Trapper bent down at the fragments of one of his newer model traps and only sighed. The killer picked up the scrap metal and held it in his hands as if it was going to tell him who was its murderer.
The killer placed the broken trap on his workbench and ran his fingers over it longingly like it was special which strangely made Jake feel a pang of guilt for being the cause of the metal's demise. Slightly. Jake slowly stood up and started making his way to the open door that led to a winding metal staircase outside when the Trapper made a noise that shocked him. A small chuckle. Jake whipped his head back to peer out the window at the killer whose back was turned to him with only his shoulders slightly quaking, "What the hell is so funny?" Jake never got his answer as he accidentally dropped one of the batteries on the steel grate flooring, sounding the metallic clink through the otherwise soundless building. Jake felt horrified as he watched the killer slowly look up at him from the floor below. When they locked eyes Jake found that they were oddly open in shock more so than with anger. Jake bolted through the door and jumped from the high landing to buy him some extra much needed time at the cost of his shrieking leg muscles. When Jake saw he was coming closer to the ground, he tucked his legs in and rolled to distribute the force of the impact evenly throughout his body. When he finally came to a stop, he gasped at the pain of the aftershocks, "No, I can't afford to stop now!" Jake hurried to his burning legs, begging them to stay steady. "Please legs, if you wanna stay in one piece we gotta get out of here! Trapper is an expert in hurt legs after all!" His pleas must have sounded pretty fair to his lower half as the pain started to dull with each thundering step. Jake ran all the way into the borderline of the forest before stopping to catch his breath and to see if the Trapper was still in pursuit. Jake didn't think that the killers would chase someone into the uncharted territory of the dense forest, but he also wouldn't put it past them. Jake saw no one behind him to his confusion and looked back to the room he was just previously in. Trapper stood in the open doorway just watching him unmoving as the survivor limped away.
Jake was shocked into the present when the killer he had been locking eyes with for enough time for a few pings of generators being completed, finally threw his large leg over the vault. Jake ran down the metal railway and turned the corner towards the entrance when he felt the back of his jacket get yanked backwards. Jake let out a choked yelp when the killer slammed his back up against the rusty bloodstained locker near the open doorway. Jake looked up at the killer who was pressed flush against him, pinning him in place on the locker, and gulped at his impending doom. Trapper slowly raised his bloody calloused hand up to caress Jake's cheek soaking in the heat the little body generated. Jake froze and tried to formulate a plan for an escape when he felt Trapper's wet, bloody thumb slide over his bottom lip. Jake flashed his eyes back at the killer looming above him and saw Trapper's eyes were gentle. The saboteur shivered as he took in what little facial features that the mask didn't cover like his eyes and skin around them. Jake hated being so close to the killer because it was easier to think of them as monstrous killing machines instead of people who may be in the same predicament as him, even if they were better off in this world's scenario. Jake gasped when the killer slid his thumb inside his mouth between his canines, "What the hell is he? A dentist?" The taste of his friend's coppery blood assaulted his tongue making him bite down on the appendage in his mouth. The Trapper let out a shaky exhale as he stared the panicked man down, but didn't remove his bitten digit as he only pushed it further towards Jake's molars keeping his mouth uncomfortably gaped open. Jake wiggled his wrists under the immense hold of the killer only making the Trapper squeeze it tighter and slide his leg between the saboteur's legs. Jake couldn't stop the surprised yelp that sounded out of his open mouth, "Is this why he has his fingers in my mouth? To stop me from keeping quiet? He must want me to scream through the map as he mori's me." Jake was about to bite down harder on the killer when he felt the cold bone-like mask on his neck.
Jake's eyes widened as the crooked teeth protruding from the mask scraped against the bare skin on his neck causing him to whimper in trepidation. The killer leaned his covered face into the silky black strands covering the back of Jake's neck and smelled the asian man's scent. He hummed at the smell and Jake had no idea what to do. This was something he had never experienced before let alone with someone who had slain him hundreds of times. Jake rolled his shoulders trying to get his arms free, but he was wiggling against a brick wall and only pushing himself more against the leg rubbing against his crotch. Jake used his free hand and pulled on Trapper's hand that was busy running over his teeth, trying to pull the man away. The killer let go of his hostage's mouth and gripped both of his small wrists in one hand to resume his search. No matter how hard Jake bit down, the Trapper didn't relinquish his hold as he turned his attention to the saboteur's neck. Jake shivered as he felt the wet muscle run over the back of his ear and down to the middle of his neck. The killer stopped when he felt Jake shake and slowly lifted his mask above his lips and gently sucked at the sensitive flesh under the man's ear. Jake moaned lightly through his teeth and turned his head into his arm in hopes of stifling the sound, but only helping the killer get more access to his neck. Another ping rang through the atmosphere just in time to mute Jake's surprise scream when Trapper clamped down on his neck, sucking and licking around the visible wound. The killer let go of Jake's wrists and mouth to wrap his arms around the smaller man's body, pulling him up against him like a WWII soldier coming home to his lover. Jake bit his lip, breaking the skin, as Trapper sucked under his jaw leaving what looked like a sexual game of connect the dots. The killer trailed his tongue up the crimson stream back up the flushed man's lips, stopping right under his lip line. The killer finally pulled away from the saboteur to admire the state that Jake was in. He could guarantee no one else had seen the quiet avian enthusiast in this state and that pleased him greatly.
Jake could breathe more comfortably if it weren't for the state of panic he was in. He ran out the open door and took off towards the area he heard the last generator ping from. He stopped under the bright lights and caught his breath while trying to regain his composure. He rested his back on a nearby tree that was fixed in the corner of the estate where he could be alone with his thoughts for a moment, "If they had already completed most of the objectives without my help, I think they can spare a few more for me to figure out what the FUCK that was." Even though he was free, his body felt uncomfortable, tight, and hot. Jake looked down to find the answer to the troublesome predicament he was in, "Fuck, I'm hard!" Jake had no idea when it started or why, but he quickly released his erection out of his pants to start pleasuring himself. The need for release felt like a priority and he groaned at the swipe over his slit that electrocuted his body pleasurably. Jerking off in a trial made Jake feel ashamed, but aroused him just as evenly to Jake's dismal. His heart was racing in his chest as he picked up his stroke speed and bit down on his other wrist to stifle a moan. A twig crack immediately brought him out of his head as he whipped his head back to look behind him. No one was there, but he could still feel his heart beating faster like the killer was near, "Trying to find me no doubt." Jake turned his head back and yelped as the Trapper was looking down at him from the other side of the tree. The saboteur followed the killer's eyes down to his exposed manhood and quickly went to put himself away when the killer caught his arms again, stopping Jake from covering himself up. The Trapper slid his mask off his face completely and took the sight before him in, etching it to his memory forever. Jake's face flushed, his lip and neck bruised, his inky black eyes refusing to meet him in embarrassment, and the earlier delicious sight of Jake pleasing his needy cock after the killer got him triggered was more than enough Trapper needed to close the distance between their lips.
Jake squeaked against the killer's lips who happily gobbled the sound as he forced his tongue past the saboteur's lips hungrily exploring the inside of Jake's wet cavern. Jake turned his head away to break the kiss and to gasp for air. The Trapper moved back to Jake's neck to lay more kisses and bites when Jake weakly pushed on the killer's muscular chest, "T-Trapper! St-Ah!-op!" The killer nibbled on Jake's earlobe getting a groan before gruffly whispering in the tenderized ear, "Evan." Jake stopped his resisting to look back up at the man who held his hips in place, "What?" "My name. My name is Evan." Jake scanned over the killer now known as Evan, "He even has a human name, his face is scarred but still very much attractive," Jake involuntary let out a loud moan when Evan reached out to traced gently over Jake's still exposed member. Evan couldn't believe how lucky he was to finally have the saboteur in his arms, to hear his exquisite voice, and at his mercy. The killer had a vendetta against the man the first few years after their arrival to the entity's realm due to the man continuously breaking his traps and hooks. The survivors would sometimes sneak onto his property to take things they needed, unaware that he was watching them from the very same spot Jake was in a few weeks ago. He never stopped them or even cared to pretend to. He was just like them in the sense that they were trapped in this hellscape and even the tiniest of things can make it worth it for a while. Soon his tiniest thing became the very man he had previously despised. It started as a gradual, gnawing feeling at the back of his mind whenever he saw the man in trial. There were so many survivors at this point that it was rare that they met each other anymore, which is at first the reason he thought he was so excited to see him, but he felt sick when he hooked the man. He reveled in the chase but couldn't stand to watch the face he came to love in so much agony. It sickened him. He would watch the saboteur cross into his territory until one day he got his leg caught in a trap and helplessly watched the man struggle. Evan knew if he went down to help it may cause the survivor to rip his leg off in a panic and never want to come back, so he let the man free himself and limp back to the woods he came from. Evan then went out and gathered all the traps he had put out and placed them in obvious or open places, so the saboteur wouldn't get caught again.
It was a few months after the incident when Evan found evidence that his "work admirer" was back at it again. He had just came back from a trial when he saw one of the trap's pressure plates was broken, "Jake's back." He had a small smile on his face as he picked the trap up and placed it on his workbench. He got out the tools and debated on whether or not to fix it in the first place. He chuckled at the thought of himself getting giddy over the fact that Jake had been here moments before when a loud clang of metal against metal drew his attention to the scaffolding and saw the saboteur himself watching him from above. He couldn't believe his eyes and didn't know to chase after him or let him be. He started to chase after him, but stopped after seeing the terror running through Jake's obsidian eyes as he fumbled down the ramp outside. He watched with gritted amusement as the man took a risky roll to the ground that definitely should have broken his ankle. Evan went back inside and thought of how he should proceed with the inner turmoil he felt when he saw the survivor. He decided to lean into his body's wants the next time he saw the man and see where it went. Now that he was here with Jake moaning into his ear with each stroke, he never wanted to go back to how things used to be. He wanted to be with his survivor until the entity itself devoured their souls. Jake slowly started cooperating with Evan's touches as he let himself voice the pleasures he was given. Evan rewarded his good pet with more pleasure as he sped up his hand and ran his other hand up Jake's shirt to toy with his nipples. Jake screwed his eyes shut as he groaned and shook as he desperately held onto Evan's shoulders to keep him upright. The killer pulled Jake's jacket and undershirt off to bite all over the saboteur's chest and collarbones as he began pulling his pants the rest of the way down his legs. Jake started to protest as he felt his whole body was going to explode in embarrassment, but Evan must have known because he smashed his lips back against the others stifling what Jake was about to say. Jake gave up resisting as his body felt hot and ready from Evan's attention as he wrapped his arms around the killer and leaned more into the kiss.
Sensing Jake relinquishing his body for him now to control, Evan pulled away from Jake with a final gentle kiss before turning the boy over with his hands on the tree bark. Jake looked back at him questionably before squeaking at Evan suddenly yanking on his hips, forcing his ass to go more in the air and right against the Trapper's pelvis. Jake blushed at the position as Evan poured some lubricant he used for his traps over his fingers before placing the vial back in his overalls pocket. Evan leaned over Jake's back laying kisses down his spine as he inserted the first finger inside of the survivor. Jake gripped the bark under his gloved fingers at the uncomfortable movement of Evan's finger as it went in and out of him slowly. When Evan added the second he drew a sharp breath though his noise and let out a hiss at the burning, stretching feeling. The killer wrapped his arm around Jake's chest as he began tweaking his nipples again to give a short respite from the pain as he added a third finger, "Relax my little nightingale." Jake mewled at the pet name and screamed when Evan's fingers hit something that almost made him cum. The Trapper chuckled as he hit the same spot a few more times, loving in how much Jake shivered and cried out as he lowly became more and more unwound by Evan's fingers. He gently slid his fingers out of Jake who let out a sigh and brought the bottle back out for his grand finale as he unbuckled the tops of his overalls. The heavy clothing fell to the ground and Jake paled at the mere size and girth of the length behind him as the killer slicked himself up. Evan leaned over Jake's back and wrapped his arm under the saboteur's neck, forcing the raven haired man to look back at him. Evan captured Jake's luscious lips as he slowly pushed himself inside Jake's tight entrance. Jake screamed as he threw his head back when Evan was fully sheathed inside of him, "So deep!" Jake thought as he panted and tried to force his body to relax around the throbbing cock inside of him. Evan waited for Jake to settle and he trailed his tongue over Jake's neck and shoulder blades. Jake braced himself against the tree when he felt Evan pull himself back and grab his hips in an iron grip as the killer pulled out and slammed back in just as deep as he did the first time. Jake whimpered as the pain seized his body with each thrust. Tears threatened to fall from the corners of his glistening eyes with each snap of Evan's hips getting faster and more angled until suddenly he cried out louder than the exit gates' siren. "Finally," Evan thought, as he felt Jake instantly start to relax around him making the crushing tightness bearable.
The killer resumed pounding into that spot with crushing speed causing Jake's arms to give under the force and rake his bare face against the hard bark of the tree. He quickly forgot about the stinging in his cut face when Evan reached over Jake's hip to stroke him in time with his snapping hips, "Cum for me kitten." Jake's loud, lewd voice and the sound of slapping flesh rang through the map as the saboteur came hard over Evan's hand and down to the usually blood soaked ground. The Trapper flicked his hand clean of the survivor's sticky fluids before once again taking his hips in a bruising hold and drove in harder feeling his own orgasm approaching. Jake cried out Evan's name as his body practically vibrated in the intense overstimulated state it was being used in already getting hard again too fast. The few tears finally fell down Jake's eyes when Evan yanked the black strands back, forcing Jake to look at him as he was being fucked into from behind. He whimpered, "Evan! Please!", and the killer obliged by pulling out and picking the man up before slamming the poor survivor's back against the tree. Jake groaned in pain as he felt the bark tear into his flesh soon followed by the warmth of blood dripping down his back. He barely had time to wrap his legs around Evan's hips before the brute thrust harshly back in to recommence the brutal speed and roughness from moments ago. Jake buried his head in Evan's neck letting his voice cascade up to his lover's ear and down to his iron heart. Evan pulled back to pump Jake's weeping member a little slower than his own rhythm to drive the man a little more wild at the different speeds. Jake quickly felt the tightness in his stomach start to turn as another climax approached, Evan crashed his lips against Jake's saliva coated ones as he drilled up into the saboteur, pushing the survivor over the edge. Trapper soon followed right after Jake as he released his load inside the abused hole.
They spent the next minutes catching their breath and to regain their strength. Evan gently pulled out of Jake and laid the man on his feet. The killer reached into his deep pocket after clipping himself up to fish out a red handkerchief and used it to help clean Jake up. Not all of it could be cleaned, but Jake was just happy that the man was showing so much consideration for him, especially now. Evan looked up at Jake's slightly bloody and bruised, but smiling face, "What?" Jake laughed and ran his hand through his disheveled hair, "Just that this is a huge contrast to what I'm used to. Why are you still so gentle even after you got what you wanted?" Evan put the soiled fabric back into his pocket before helping Jake to his feet. He leaned down and captured Jake's lips in a sweet kiss before responding, "Because what I wanted was you and I'm not sure I have completely got it. If you would allow me, I'd like to get you used to this kind of treatment." Jake blushed and looked away as he thought it over. "How about later after trials?" Evan kissed Jake with fervor before putting his mask in place as he readied himself for the next trial, "You can bet on it."