Nights in White Satin

With every new addition to the fog came new surroundings, new faces, and new performances. This one however, Jake could live happily without. The obnoxious humming droned in the air as the Trickster looked for him. Jake hid behind a stack of tires after managing to escape the barrage of neon throwing knives in the gas station. The flamboyant killer had to reload his knives in the locker, so the saboteur took this time to creep outside and hide within the long dark green grass. He crouched under the tires after hearing the eery squeak of the locker hinges in desperate need of some WD40. "Oh Jake~! Come out, come out wherever you are!~" The older Korean pop star sang. The Trickster had been leaving Jake as the last survivor standing the past four trials he had with him. Jake had no idea why and he wasn't going to stick around and ask. As soon as the humming left his vicinity, Jake patched up the puncture wounds soundlessly as he formulated a plan to find the hatch before the killer. Autohaven was a maze of cars with little in between, "It's not in the shop, I was just there, maybe the killer shack? But if it's not there… I'm pretty fucked. I can't afford to walk in the open to search the grounds for it. If it is not by chance at the shack I need to stay low near the exit gates, wait for him to check, and then start it up."

Jake tied the bloodied gauze around his arm one final time and stood up calculating his path through the woods to the decrepit building. Slinking into the shadows of the foliage, he swept his way from tree to tree while scanning the parameter for the killer. Jake closed his eyes and concentrated on slowly his breathing. The sound of the crows lured his mind to the resilient, calm spirit he had within him. Jake stretched his palms out feeling the blades of grass, living in the smell, and felt at home. In the woods, he was more than just some prey, he was in his element. He was himself. Aside from the killers, no one could even imagine living in the great outdoors more so than Jake. He had lived along side the wildlife, learned from them, hunted them, slept under the trees, and took his fair share of beatings from Mother Nature herself. Jake felt in control now as he grounded himself. Quickly, he sprinted across the open field towards the killer's shack. He pressed his back against the exterior of the wooden establishment and inched himself closer to the entryway. "No humming, no terror radius." Jake quickly peeked inside and saw the whispering hatch with no signs of the Trickster.

Jake skipped to the hatch and was about to jump in when he heard a dark chuckle behind him. He slowly turned his head towards his oppressor and a shiver went down his spine. The Trickster had been here the whole time waiting between the duel lockers for him. A wide smile greeted him with dread. Jake froze in place as his mind screamed at him to jump through the hatch before it was too late. The killer only smiled at him, never taking a step closer, "What's wrong little bird?" The deep Korean accent only made Jake wince as it reminded him of his father. The Trickster rarely spoke in English and with Jake it was fifty fifty, "He probably knows I can understand him..somehow." Jake never screamed from the brunt of the killer's strikes, let alone spoke to them, so how Trickster would know was as much of a guess as anything else around here in the fog. Nothing deserves an explanation… except this. "Why aren't you trying to stop me?" Jake responded back in Korean. Trickster laughed through his nose and laid the bloody, spiked bat that he had resting over his shoulder against the chipped red painted locker, "Because this is more fun." Jake furrowed his brows puzzled by what he meant, "Is it not fun to kill everyday to his heart's content for him? He sure seemed to lavish in the blood and gore of my friends." The Trickster walked aloofly towards the silent saboteur until he was only a foot away. Jake flinched when the older man raised his bloodstained hand towards him, but a hit never came. Jake stopped breathing as he watched the killer twirl his fingers around the ends of Jake's scarf as he lightly hummed, "Well it's a hell of a lot of fun killing, just not with you. You're the one that's no fun."

Jake's lungs began to burn and he took a sharp breath in remembering to breathe, "Why?" The killer paid him no mind as he brought the scarf up to breath in the scent. He released a low growl into the scarf and looked back up at Jake with his striking golden eyes, "Because you don't sing for me, but you will eventually. I don't mind a chase." Jake was about to retort, but the killer gently pushed his shoulder backwards. Jake took a step back to steady himself and felt nothing underneath as he fell down into the swirling black abyss of the hatch, only hearing the twisted cackle of the murder above.

Jake gasped at the sudden feeling of motion sickness. He looked around at his surroundings and found he was in the forest outside of the campfire. Most survivors would go to the safety of the fire, but he's not like them. Instead, he went deeper into the forest where he had made a little home for himself. In a clearing a ways outside of the MacMillan estate border, sat a large tree with a makeshift hammock of rope and tattered pieces of clothing and tarp. Jake liked the location due to the hillside broadcasting the activities of the abandoned workstation and mill. He knew when Trapper left and was close enough to go scavenging for equipment and medical supplies or to sabotage the killer's tools as his own personal vendetta. He surveyed the estate from his safe position and saw newly set out bear traps in a corner near the forest most definitely set out for him in specific, "Well he doesn't seem to know my exact location, but he's starting to get closer." The survivalist decided now was probably a bad time to go shopping at the Trapper's expense and decided a nap was best.

Jake used bits of string he had left and tied it to the tin cans he had pocketed from Autohaven's gas station, "It was because of these damned cans that the bastard found me in the first place." Jake frowned at the empty cans as he remembered his last moments in trial again and was just as confused now as he was then. He decided not to dwell on it for now and continued fortifying his base of operations. He strung the string over a few higher branches that would obscure their location from the outside. Anyone who came under the tree would knock the cans together working as an alarm for him. Pleased with his placements, Jake retired to his hammock and watched the crows above him. They would sometimes bring him gifts to show their gratitude towards the saboteur for feeding them or just caring for them in general. A crow flew down to his knee and squawked for help with something wrapped around its leg. Jake carefully picked up the avian and pulled at the small ribbon holding something white to the bird. The freed bird flew back up into the night sky and dissipated into red embers. Jake examined the tiny piece of paper and the cloth that kept it secure. Unfolding the torn paper was just a single bloody finger mark, "What the hell is this supposed to mean?" Jake tossed the trash to the ground and crossed his arms under his head and nodded off into a dreamless slumber.

Jake awoke to the sound of cans clanking. He jumped out of the hammock and turned in all directions, still sleepy and saw nothing, "Must have been the wind." He looked up to the crows and saw they had all flown off. Jake felt a sense of unease at the thought that someone or something could have infatuated his area and he'd never know it until it was too late. He took inventory of his supplies and found that everything was accounted for. Jake ran his gloved hand over his face in frustration and leaned down to put his shoes on when he noticed something protruding from the inside. Jake pulled the object out of his shoe and his eyes widened, "Yeah, someone was definitely here." Jake turned the syringe over in his hand wondering why someone would give it to him without any indication, "Unless.. there was something wrong with it. Maybe Trapper left it for me to take and die later for his twisted amusement? No, he would have just killed me with his bare hands if he knew where I was." Jake pocketed the medical equipment and walked back towards the direction of the campfire all the while feeling like someone was watching him. He picked up his pace to a jog as the feeling started to fade the closer he got to safety. Around the bonfire was the person he knew he could ask, Claudette. Seeing the loner finally come to the fire, Dwight, Meg, and Claudette perked up, "What's up Jake?" Jake sat down beside the botanist and handed her the needle, "Can you tell if this has been tampered with?" Claudette hesitantly took the syringe and closely examined it for any intrusions or cracks. "Looks fine to me, why?" Claudette handed the object back to Jake who just stared at it in his hand. "Don't know who, but someone put it in my shoe earlier while I was sleeping. Did anyone leave the fire recently?"

"People are leaving out of here left and right, so yeah I guess? Whoever it was gave you a fully working syringe." Meg chuckled and placed her hand on Jake's shoulder, "Maybe you have an admirer!" Jake rolled his eyes at Meg's teasing and stood up. "Where are you going?" Meg asked. "To find answers. Something about this doesn't sit right with me." Jake took his time interrogating his fellow teammates that were currently in the area. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and no one even seemed to know where in the forest he resided in. "It could have been someone who was going into a trial, but if they were going to one, why would they leave something they could definitely use with me?" Jake walked back to his hideaway after exhausting his resources. The chirping of crows brought his attention back to reality, "Hey guys, you miss me?" The birds twittered and a few flew down around Jake's feet. He smiled down at the small flock and flopped inside the hammock as it rocked back and forth. Jake looked at the cans to make sure they were still in place and noticed another piece of paper taped to the side of the scraps of tin. Jake almost flopped over trying to get out of his tree bunk in a hurry. He had to reach up on his tiptoes to get the note, so he could safely assume the sender was male or about any of the killers. He opened the note and read, "Don't let anyone else see your blood. With Love- J." "Who the the hell is J?" Jake accidentally said out loud. "Jeffrey? Jane?" Both of the options were at a trial or purely unaccounted for so they were a possibility. Jake laid back down to finish his nap and decided to ask the two about the note whenever he'd have another trial with them.

All dead ends or someone was lying through their teeth for an unknown reason other than vanity. If someone sent him a love note then it made no sense for the person not to confess, so he had to look at other potential options. The messages showed up once a day, everyday. Even when the poor boy sat the hunt aside to leave it behind, more would show up and consume his mind until they were all he could think about. "Why everyday if they aren't going to say who they are? Why the notes in the first place?" The notes had been driving him crazy and to top it all off, each time their was a different initial at the bottom J, W, H. He held them in his hands rereading them over for any clues and only found a foreign feeling that would spread through his body like a cancer, "I can't wait to touch your skin again, I dreamed of you moaning my name and felt sadded at the false reality as you never scream, I watched you sleep last night and coudln't resist touching your chaste lips," He was sure someone was fucking with him and it started to make him more vexed and with the latest one, a bit creeped out. A chime resonated through the atmosphere signaling the beginning of another trial. Jake sighed and grabbed his sabotaging toolbox as a wispy black fog engulfed him.

Jake blinked to the new sight of his personal favorite map, the Crotus Penn Asylum. "Oh yeah, so many hooks!" Jake thought with glee, like a child opening up his christmas presents. Jake scurried to the closest hook and broke the accursed dangling sickle. As he watched the source of so many sore shoulders clanged down to the dirt sending a metallic thunk through the area, he let out a barely audible chuckle. "Already getting started?" Felix asked the young man that basked in his small glory over the killer. Jake shot the man a small smile, "I'm just really feeling this match in my bones." Felix laughed and wrapped his suited arm around Jake's shoulders, "Then let us adjourn to a generator my boy! Let's get out of here in one piece." Jake always liked Felix as he took the place of a loving father figure to him. Well maybe also because he showed Jake how to repair his toolboxes was another reason. They went inside a large aged building that looked more like a chapel than an asylum. The wooden pews were skewed and flipped over as if there was a riot from within. The two quietly walked up the red carpeted steps to the balcony that held a generator. Jake surveyed all the possible vaults and exits before he took the side next to the open window and Felix in the middle next to him and near a vault. Jake would look behind Felix's back at the staircase keeping watch and Felix had a clear view at the window overlooking the woods. Both would switch to the only other entry, the open door from the staircase outside.

A scream sounded from far in the woods with a ping of a generator. The men stayed inside knowing that the other teammate was closer and they were near completion with their generator. Three of the four cylinders were pistoning quickly when another two screams followed each other closer to their location. Felix tore his eyes to the window and accidently caused two wires to touch, blowing up the generator, "Scheisse! Sorry Jake." Jake immediately went back to the generator to stop the regression, "It's fine, let's hurry up and finish the generator so we can get the girls." Felix nodded and they completed the generator. The blonde man clasped Jake on the shoulder with a reassuring smile, "We'll be fine! You felt it in your bones, remember?" Jake gently laid his hand over Felix's on his shoulder when a low growl sounded from the door. The two jumped up and watched in shock as the Trickster placed his knives away and brought out the gruesome spiked bat, his eyes glowed with such anger and hatred it seemed to make the room darker. Felix vaulted over the handrail to the first floor and Jake went to the hall towards the killer hoping to buy some time for the German.

Jake ran right into the killer, but the sinister man only brushed him aside to pursue Felix. Jake turned around and followed behind the Trickster's long yellow coat, "Hey! Over here you bastard!" Jake called to the man who was much farther ahead. Jake rounded a row of trees where he had last seen the two go, but the trail was lost. Jake walked around in the woods trying to hear any breaking of twigs or labored breathing. "Jake over here hurry!" Meg screamed from the hook behind him. "Oh shit I forgot about them for a moment," Jake hurried up to the runner and unhooked her. Meg led the way with Jake in toe to help Feng who was already fighting off the ravenous claws of the entity. The trio took turns bandaging and stitching each other up. With the three of them the time it took was merely a fraction compared to what it'd usually could be. The three of them moved to another generator and began working on it with precision. Jake hoped that wherever Felix was, he was okay.

The Trickster had Felix cornered in an area with no pallets or windows. He was trapped. The killer whacked the back of Felix's head, cracking open the skull, and continued beating the man's brains in with all his pent up anger. He wanted nothing left of the European man, not even a memory, "Death is too good for this asshole. Didn't his mother ever tell him not to touch other people's things?" Just thinking about the man's grubby hands on his precious magpie sent him into another fit of rage. Trickster slicked back his hair now tainted with blood and small amounts of brain matter as he admired the splattered mess he made of Felix's body, "Heh, almost lost my cool there." Trickster laughed maniacally at his own joke. He thought about Jake and how he might react after seeing his friend's body and decided to drag it into a locker, "Oh the lengths I go for you." He sat the body in a locker that was very rarely used since it was in such a remote area. "Jake.. Jake.. Jake.." Trickster repeated the name over in his head as the memory of how he first met the man fueled his bloodlust again.

The saboteur had taken a place inside his heart by surprise before he knew it. His first few trials were invigorating as he salivated at the anguished screams, the blood dripping off of wounds he inflicted, and the beauty of watching the color and light fade from the survivors' eyes when they took their last pained breath. After a while he had started to get bored with it. Instead of prolonging the torture, he would quickly end them as he couldn't stand their terrible voices. This all changed when the raven haired man was in a trial with him for the first time. He had seen most all the survivors by then except for the quiet avian lover as he watched him stealthily waltz to the generator. Almost immediately he saw the younger man's head pop up and look in his direction, "This one has sharp senses, he must have been here a long time. Interesting.." The Trickster readied his knives and sent them whistling through the air with expert marksmanship. He stopped in his tracks at the realization that he had just lost the man, "This has never happened before. I can usually hear their cries of woe, but not this one."

Unknownst to the killer, Jake was standing right next to him behind a tree as he gritted his teeth and forbade his body from releasing a sound. Trickster was about to go check the boat nearby when a bloody handprint on the bark of the tree near him made him smile. He began to hum as he twirled himself around the tree to meet the obsidian eyes of the younger man, "Hmm, Korean as well." "Annyeong Haseyo (Hello)" He saw the recognition in the jet eyes mixed with a sense of anger for an unknown reason, "Thought so." The survivor ran under the Trickster's arm and bolted for the boat, sending tens of birds squawking into the air. The killer chased the man sending knives into his back and chuckled, finding the survivor wouldn't let out a peep, "Very interesting!" It had been so long since his blood had pumped like this, even before the fog. He had never felt the soaring rush of excitement for catching a specific person before. This was his new obsession. The killer smelled the air when he came to the empty cabin, "Where are youuu!~" Trickster sang as he opened up a locker on the outside. He didn't find the survivor, but he did find extra knives which he happily palmed. He went to check the next one when the man jumped out of it, slamming him in the face with the splintering doors. The killer groaned in pain as the small wooden needles cut through his eyebrow making it bleed. He jumped over the railing and landed right in front of his prey and chuckled, "What's your name?" The man said nothing and ran down the ramp from the boat. The Trickster pulled out a special glowing throwing knife and sent it straight through the survivor's shoulder, dropping him to the ground. The killer pulled the man up by his hair and growled out, "I asked your name!" The survivor still laid silent much to his irritation, so he hoisted the thin man over his shoulder to a hook. Even when the tetanus riddled hook ripped through his shoulder, the man still never made more than a groan. Trickster's eyes widened at the sound. It was small and barely audible, but oh so erotic to him. He could feel himself getting tighter in his form fitting pants. He ran to go cool off by killing the survivor's friends.

Slowly after that match, he began seeing him more often much to his pleasure. More often than not, when he spotted the man in trial he would just watch him work in awe. He would sometimes stalk him from afar which gifted him with overhearing his survivor's name, "Jake". The Trickster would go for his friends first before trying to elicit those wonderful groans from Jake, but it quickly turned to just his friends. He loved the noise that came from those gaped lips, but the pretense of the reason caused a strange swell of emotions from the killer. He didn't like them as much anymore and wanted to hear them with a very different scenario. He would let Jake go, sometimes pretending he was hunting for him or sometimes he would walk right past the hatch acting as if he was oblivious to it, knowing full well that Jake was following behind him. The killer would go out of his way to see the survivor out of trial if he had not seen him at least once a rotation. That's how he knew where Jake liked to call home outside of Evan's boundaries. Trickster carefully ducked under the cans he had seen Jake place for "security" to prevent his presence from being known, "With all the time I spend around you, I'M the best security you got." He smiled at his cheekiness. He bent down beside the sleeping man to place a healing syringe he had taken from one of his victims into Jake's boot, but hesitated for a moment at the possibility that he may step on it and hurt his foot, "Gah! I'm turning into a softy. Whatever, I don't care that much about him." Trickster thought, but flipped the needle down into the boot and sat it higher so it was clearly visible even to a sleepy person. The killer pulled out his note he had previously written and debated on leaving it or not. He had chickened out before, the paper being crushed by his thumb leaving a bloody print. He wrapped it to a bird that he was going to use as target practice to symbolize him trying to kill these damned emotions, but he missed when thinking about how much Jake liked these fucking things. He groaned at Jake nipping at his brain, messing him up in trials, as the bird flew away. He knew now that he could no longer deny his feelings and came to a decision that he should do something about them. He taped his note to the piece of tin, accidentally letting it click with the nearest one, and took off down the hill to his personal hidden cabin in the woods.

Now he had the pleasure of seeing Jake again, but his first meeting was tainted by that Euro-trash. He spit at the locker holding Felix's remains and made his way towards the sound of another generator being completed. One generator was left and three survivors remained. He arrived at the lit up mechanism just in time to see a flicker of red hair hide behind a tree. He readied his knives and began his chase with the girl. She tried to throw a pallet to stun him, but that was what he was hoping for as he stopped right before it and used his grand finale strike to bring her down. He placed her on a nearby hook where the spider-like tendrils came down to pierce her. He watched her struggle for a moment before turning in a new direction for more screams to drown in. He was on his way to the killer shack when the sound of a hook being disabled made him smile, "Oh Jake." He crept around a T wall and spotted the saboteur straightening his back out. He walked away from him and trekked his way to the killer shack where he could hear wires being connected. He readied his bat and charged inside, swatting the unsuspecting survivor inside. She cried out and ran for the window where he snatched her from behind. "Let her go!" The killer turned towards Jake and he obliged, dropping the girl cruelly to the ground. They stared at each other for a moment before Trickster bolted straight towards him. Jake flinched and took off running towards an area that had a generator already complete. Jake could feel the killer closing in on him and he was tackled to the ground. Jake turned his body over facing the Trickster and tried to kick, but the killer caught his leg and pinned him down into the dirt.

"Hello Jake." Jake stopped struggling and looked into the glowing golden eyes of the killer, "How does he know my name?" The killer ran his hand up Jake's jaw and swiped away a few stray black locks that dropped over Jake's eyes. "What are you doing?" Jake asked the killer inquisitively. "Just taking in your beautiful image, my bird." Jake shook at the change of the Trickster's attitude, "How do you know my name?" The killer let go of Jake's wrists and sat up straddling Jake's lap, "How could I not know my obsession's name? You captivate me more than anyone else has." Jake's eyes widened in disbelief, "What? What do you mean?" "You're just full of questions huh? How about this, I'll tell you my name." The Trickster pulled Jake up to his chest and whispered into his ear, "Call me Ji-Woon. I want you to memorize it so you know what to scream when you cum." Jake gasped as Ji-Woon nipped his ear and Jake pushed the man away, hurrying to his feet as he ran back to Feng. He looked behind him to see that the killer wasn't chasing him, instead he went back inside the main building. Jake picked Feng up and they completed the last of the wiring springing the gen to life and the gate sirened off. Feng worked on the door while Jake stood on guard. He looked up at the broken window in the chapel and saw the Trickster looking down at them. Ji-Woon waved at Jake as the door began to open, highlighting their escape. The girl ran through the gate to freedom, but Jake was locked on to the killer trying to figure out his motives. Jake started walking more into the map closer to the chapel to the great surprise of Ji-Woon, but he stopped himself and turned leaving the trial and its killer behind.

More notes arrived, each more sultry than the last. As much as Jake tried to resist reading them, he couldn't help it since they were everywhere. He held one in his hand that seemed too fitting, "You occupy my mind so much to my annoyance that I must make you feel the same." Whatever plan the killer had was working. After learning the killer's name, Jake was able to put the pieces together with some help from Yun-Jin. The initials J ,W, and H were those of the real name of the Trickster, Ji-Woon Hak. Jake couldn't stop thinking about the man, every trial his heart would race at the prediction that it could possibly be him, every note he found sent a rush through him that made him blush, the sexual fantasies that lain inside them made his body hot. The graphic scenarios would play in his mind as he stroked himself, finding that his best orgasms came when he thought of Ji-Woon inside of him. After each climax he would sit up and be crushed by the feeling of overbearing guilt and try to keep any feelings he may be exhibiting deep down. He was even paying the price in trials with the killer, accidently blowing generators up, missing wounds on his teammates that needed patching, and taking more careless routes which ended up in a dead end. This trial was no exception. Jake had been tormented by the killer this time. Earlier in the match Ji-Woon hit Jake in a noncritical part of his leg that made the survivor carry his dark aura, scaring his teammates away and leaving him by himself. Ji-Woon just stayed by Jake's side as he helped the survivor patch himself up, "Why are you helping me?" Ji-Woon finished placing the gauze over the freshly cleaned wound and smiled back, "I didn't want you hurt, I just wanted you to myself for a change." Jake rolled his eyes and moved to a generator. The killer leaned against the tree and watched his little bird when an idea came to his mind. The Trickster leaned over Jake's shoulder and breathed over the exposed skin along his neck. Jake froze up and almost missed the faulty wires connecting, but caught them just in time, "Don't get distracted my dove." Ji-Woon laid a light butterfly kiss behind Jake's ear receiving a surprise squeak from the saboteur.

Ji-Woon halted at the noise and started laying more kisses down Jake's neck while scraping his teeth on his jugular. Jake tried to focus on the generator, but the more attention he gave to the mechanism, the harder it was to suppress the sounds coming from his mouth. He thought about pulling away, but the sensations kept him in place as he could feel himself already becoming aroused. Ji-Woon pulled Jake's head back by his hair and bit down on the survivor's neck possessively, making sure to leave a mark. Jake uncontrollably let out a low moan into the Trickster's ear making Ji-Woon's cock harden. The killer pulled Jake off of the generator and put him over his shoulder as he hurried his way to the Ormond resort building. The survivors that were on the generator ran off when they began to hear Ji-Woon's deep humming, leaving them alone in the building upon arrival. "What are you planning?" Jake shakingly asked the killer who gave no response. He carried the survivor up the stairs into a well boarded room and flopped the younger man onto the bed. Jake went to sit up when a bat at his neck stopped his movements. "Lay back," Trickster demanded. Jake obeyed and laid back down as Ji-Woon threw the weapon to a corner in the room and climbed over Jake as he resumed biting and sucking on the saboteur's neck. Jake covered his mouth to suppress his groans when Ji-Woon bit harshly on Jake's jaw making him yelp, "I didn't say you could do that." Jake blushed at his growing arousal of being told what to do and settled for grabbing the pillowcase underneath him. The Trickster cut through Jake's shirt with one of his throwing knives, slightly cutting the man's chest. Jake hissed from the pain and Ji-Woon licked up the blood as an apology. The killer slid his hands over the now exposed flesh, hungry to taste every inch.

Ji-Woon moved his hand over one of Jake's nipples and gave it a small tweak earning a small whimper from his obsession. Craving more, he lapped at the rosy bud like a thirst dog getting its first drink of water. Jake rocked his hips up against the body's above making the killer groan into his chest. Jake gasped, feeling Ji-Woon's hardness grind against his own and willed his hips to stay glued to the mattress. Ji-Woon smiled at the state of unraveling his prey was succumbing to and pressed back down, grinding against Jake's hard on. Jake squeaked, feeling cold air nipping at his lower half when the Trickster yanked his cargo pants down his legs and into a messy heap on the floor. Ji-Woon came back up to Jake and stared into his eyes, waiting for a sign of rejection. He wondered what he would do if Jake still resisted him, would he accept his dismissal and carry on or would he grab him by the throat and take what he wanted anyway? His spine shivered at the latter option, but a darkness swept through his heart making it feel like it would break. His thoughts were broken when he felt Jake pull him down to his lips into an eager kiss. Jake ran his fingers up the back of Ji-Woon's neck to his hair feeling selfish for wanting this intimacy. Ji-Woon signed and took control of the kiss, turning it into a heated mess of bites and clashing of tongues.

Ji-Woon stroked Jake's member over his underwear and felt the small wet spot from his precum and whispered teasingly into Jake's ear, "Someone's eager for me hmm?" Jake blushed and crashed his lips back onto the killer's. Jake turned his head and moaned into the pillow feeling the Trickster pulling his needy manhood out to begin stroking it quickly. Ji-Woon soaked in all the beautiful music Jake was singing to him with each pump the survivor was coming closer to completion. He pulled his hand away just as suddenly as he had placed it, getting a frustrated groan from the man below to his delight. He was going to make Jake only think of him from now on. Ji-Woon ripped off Jake's underwear and lifted his hand to his mouth. Jake watched lustfully as the killer swirled his tongue around his long digits getting them soaked in saliva. Ji-Woon smirked down at him, loving the flushed look on Jake's face as his eyes screamed for more. He brought Jake in for another kiss as he slid his fingers inside of Jake's entrance and began sissoring his fingers, stretching Jake for what was to come. Jake nipped at Ji-Woon's shoulder leaving a mark of his own as he tried to ignore the strange burning sensation in his rear. Ji-Woon groaned in pleasure from the slight pain and thrust his fingers more harshly, hitting Jake's prostate. Jake's head snapped back as he released a high pitched moan almost making Ji-Woon want to slam himself inside the survivor right then and fuck him into oblivion. He hit that same spot a few more times drawing more beautiful sounds from Jake before sliding his fingers out.

Jake whimpered at the loss of the stimuli and wrapped his legs around Ji-Woon's waist as he watched the other man slide his pants and boxers down his hips. Jake unintentionally squeezed his legs around Ji-Woon tighter, seeing the killer's size in nervousness. Ji-Woon kissed Jake's lips lovingly this time in contrast to the earlier hunger and ferocity as he slowly started inching himself inside his obsession. Jake cried out at the pain that wrecked through his body and let out pained huffs. Ji-Woon kissed Jake's neck as he told the saboteur how great he felt inside him. The Trickster pulled out and plunged himself in slowly as he allowed Jake to catch his breath. Ji-Woon angled his hips a little lower and thrusted harder making Jake throw his head back and scream in pleasure. He grinned evilly and began ramming inside of Jake rapidly as the man underneath became withering into a moaning and screaming mess. Jake rolled his hips against Ji-Woon's thrusts making his cock go deeper. The colorful killer pulled Jake up while his legs were wrapped tightly around Ji-Woon's hips as Hak pounded up into Jake from below. "AH! Ji- ha- Ji-Woon!" Jake moaned while reaching his arms around his lover's neck. Ji-Woon had never wanted to have his tape recorder to record Jake's lewd voice more than now. "Oh how many albums I could record with those sounds!" He thought smugly as he continued pounding up into Jake's shivering body. He could feel Jake tightening around him, sucking him in deeper with Jake's impending orgasm. Ji-Woon tossed Jake back on the bed and ravished his smaller body with bite marks and feverish kisses as Jake screamed in ecstasy cumming over their stomachs. The Trickster thrusted harder and came with a grunt deep inside Jake.

They panted as they laid beside each other waiting for their heartbeats to slow. A cracking sound erupted through the map as the end game collapse had started. Ji-Woon dressed Jake back into his pants and slung his violently yellow jacket over Jake's shoulders as a temporary replacement for the shirt he had torn apart earlier. He picked Jake up and brought him to the exit gate and gently placed him on his feet. Jake walked towards the welcoming tendril, but stopped and looked back at Ji-Woon, "I'd like to do this again sometime." The Trickster smiled brightly back at him and placed a heated kiss against his lips, "Definitely, my little bird."