In the Heat of the Moment
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
3,701
Reviews:
35
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 4
4
The Internet, one of the greatest inventions of our time is also a tool that many people take for granted. Of course, in Gacy’s day he had none and had to rely on pure wit and charm, but now, what a lot of people still don’t seem to realise is that it is where people like me go to hunt prey and at times, exchange tricks of the trade. It’s easier that way and in some ways a lot safer; and so that, friend, was the next step in the plan. Step one was nowhere near completion of course, but in the meanwhile I could always occupy my sleepless nights with something…constructive. Besides, at that rate it would ensure that everything got done quicker.
The Internet was where I met Pretty_in_Purple, LatexFiend, Legolas_Lover2040 and several other users on a site that’s very popular amongst young people around the world. People like us do not become friends, in fact, we hate each other; but need for survival in these days of forensics, mistrust, security cameras and other technology has caused us to maintain a symbiotic relationship. In other words, you wipe my ass and I’ll wipe yours.
So far I hadn’t told any of them what I planned to do to my Beauty for several reasons. I hadn’t even mentioned his name or the name of his band. First of all, people like us don’t discuss any aspect of our private lives with each other, which includes art and hobbies; but most importantly, I was afraid that they might become curious, find out and compromise everything; but to make this work I knew that their help would be needed and they would have to play a major part in everything.
It was after eleven when I seated myself at my desk, logged on to the site and waited patiently. Many of the people I knew did their “hunting”at this time of the night, so there weren't many people on, but this was the time that I knew for sure that she signed on every night.
The tiny coral snake slithered across the desk and knocked off an open box of cigarettes I had placed near to the edge.
“Coquette,” I whispered picking her up and bending over to pick up the box and the cigarettes that were strewn across the floor. “You should be more careful.”
As I began to raise up I caught the image of myself in the mirror over my bed and I paused. I looked every bit the monster that I was - a gigantic, pale figure with wet yellow hair plastered to my face and large piercing green bloodshot eyes. I sneered showing my dimples and kissed Coquette. It was a mystery to me why so many people in high school and now that I've finished my first year of college found me so attractive.
Yes physically I know I'm handsome, even as I observed beads of sweat trickling down my hard heavily muscled body; but even I know that if you look very very closely there is “crazy” written all over me; especially in my eyes that are such a strange shade of green they appear golden sometimes. I got so hard watching myself in the mirror and imagining that I was deep inside my tiny Espen, that at one point my boxers threatened to burst in two. I laughed as I put Coquette down and massaged the colossal and growing bulge that was my hardness. If I'm not careful I'll kill the kid with this thing, I thought. The sound of a ringing coming from my laptop broke me from my thoughts and I raised up wiping sweat from my forehead.
Pretty_in_Purple had just signed on and started and instant message with me. I leaned back in my chair, folded my arms and prepared myself. This was going to be interesting, I thought.
Pretty_in_Purple: You're on early :) I didn't expect you to be on till one or two.
SmartJock452: Did you get what I asked you for?
Pretty_in_Purple: Lol! What's the rush? I don't even remember getting a hello :P
SmartJock452: Cut out the bullshit and give me what I asked for.
Pretty_in_Purple: Hmmmm...Tell you what? I'll call your computer, we'll talk and maybe I'll give it to you. You do have a mike, don't you?”
SmartJock452: Yes.
Pretty_in_Purple: Perfect! ^_^ Let me go find mine.
It must have been about five minutes after that I received the call and heard a deep sexy female voice with a Spanish accent speak on the other end of the phone. I couldn't help but think that maybe in another lifetime if I didn't know what she was and I gave a damn about sticking my cock into a female she would have made my cock jump. I'm not easily deceived, as she spoke in a seductive tone that would have made most purest men think of sinning, all I could hear and feel was a frigidity and venom, even more deadly than Coquette's that made me shiver slightly. I had finally known what pure evil was.
“What are you up to little boy?” she asked and I was filled with images of a tall, slender prepossessing dark-haired woman with catlike grace and dark hollow eyes sitting alone with her laptop in a busy café.
“Why do I have to give you this favour? Surely there must be something in it for me.”
“It depends on how you look at things; but let's just say that if you cut the bullshit right now things will be a lot easier for you. I'll give you my word that I will never make contact with you again.”
“You still haven't given me a reason why I should help you. What does any of this have to do with me?”
“Alright,” I said. “I'll give you several. You're name is Heather Emma Foxon and you go by the name Isabella Rosalia Gonzalez. Right now you live in Argentina and work as a secretary to the Argentine president. Is that enough information? Or do I have to tell you your address, credit card number, what you do to those men you lure away from bars in the early mornings and where you dispose of what is left of them?”
There was silence on the other line, so thick that I could nearly hear the traffic passing outside and laughter of a woman somewhere nearby. Nearly two minutes passed before a cold voice with a thick crisp British accent responded.
“Who are you?”
“Who I am is none of your concern. I only asked you a simple question and I want it answered. Do you have what I asked you for?”
There was a slight rustling on the other end.
“Yes.”
“Good,” I replied. “I will arrange for a place and a time that we both can meet; and Heather, don't screw me over.”
This one is a bit short; and thank you all for my reviews! I really appreciate it :). Kolgrim, that is a really great idea you have there about me drawing pictures of the characters. I'll see what I can do :P
The Internet, one of the greatest inventions of our time is also a tool that many people take for granted. Of course, in Gacy’s day he had none and had to rely on pure wit and charm, but now, what a lot of people still don’t seem to realise is that it is where people like me go to hunt prey and at times, exchange tricks of the trade. It’s easier that way and in some ways a lot safer; and so that, friend, was the next step in the plan. Step one was nowhere near completion of course, but in the meanwhile I could always occupy my sleepless nights with something…constructive. Besides, at that rate it would ensure that everything got done quicker.
The Internet was where I met Pretty_in_Purple, LatexFiend, Legolas_Lover2040 and several other users on a site that’s very popular amongst young people around the world. People like us do not become friends, in fact, we hate each other; but need for survival in these days of forensics, mistrust, security cameras and other technology has caused us to maintain a symbiotic relationship. In other words, you wipe my ass and I’ll wipe yours.
So far I hadn’t told any of them what I planned to do to my Beauty for several reasons. I hadn’t even mentioned his name or the name of his band. First of all, people like us don’t discuss any aspect of our private lives with each other, which includes art and hobbies; but most importantly, I was afraid that they might become curious, find out and compromise everything; but to make this work I knew that their help would be needed and they would have to play a major part in everything.
It was after eleven when I seated myself at my desk, logged on to the site and waited patiently. Many of the people I knew did their “hunting”at this time of the night, so there weren't many people on, but this was the time that I knew for sure that she signed on every night.
The tiny coral snake slithered across the desk and knocked off an open box of cigarettes I had placed near to the edge.
“Coquette,” I whispered picking her up and bending over to pick up the box and the cigarettes that were strewn across the floor. “You should be more careful.”
As I began to raise up I caught the image of myself in the mirror over my bed and I paused. I looked every bit the monster that I was - a gigantic, pale figure with wet yellow hair plastered to my face and large piercing green bloodshot eyes. I sneered showing my dimples and kissed Coquette. It was a mystery to me why so many people in high school and now that I've finished my first year of college found me so attractive.
Yes physically I know I'm handsome, even as I observed beads of sweat trickling down my hard heavily muscled body; but even I know that if you look very very closely there is “crazy” written all over me; especially in my eyes that are such a strange shade of green they appear golden sometimes. I got so hard watching myself in the mirror and imagining that I was deep inside my tiny Espen, that at one point my boxers threatened to burst in two. I laughed as I put Coquette down and massaged the colossal and growing bulge that was my hardness. If I'm not careful I'll kill the kid with this thing, I thought. The sound of a ringing coming from my laptop broke me from my thoughts and I raised up wiping sweat from my forehead.
Pretty_in_Purple had just signed on and started and instant message with me. I leaned back in my chair, folded my arms and prepared myself. This was going to be interesting, I thought.
Pretty_in_Purple: You're on early :) I didn't expect you to be on till one or two.
SmartJock452: Did you get what I asked you for?
Pretty_in_Purple: Lol! What's the rush? I don't even remember getting a hello :P
SmartJock452: Cut out the bullshit and give me what I asked for.
Pretty_in_Purple: Hmmmm...Tell you what? I'll call your computer, we'll talk and maybe I'll give it to you. You do have a mike, don't you?”
SmartJock452: Yes.
Pretty_in_Purple: Perfect! ^_^ Let me go find mine.
It must have been about five minutes after that I received the call and heard a deep sexy female voice with a Spanish accent speak on the other end of the phone. I couldn't help but think that maybe in another lifetime if I didn't know what she was and I gave a damn about sticking my cock into a female she would have made my cock jump. I'm not easily deceived, as she spoke in a seductive tone that would have made most purest men think of sinning, all I could hear and feel was a frigidity and venom, even more deadly than Coquette's that made me shiver slightly. I had finally known what pure evil was.
“What are you up to little boy?” she asked and I was filled with images of a tall, slender prepossessing dark-haired woman with catlike grace and dark hollow eyes sitting alone with her laptop in a busy café.
“Why do I have to give you this favour? Surely there must be something in it for me.”
“It depends on how you look at things; but let's just say that if you cut the bullshit right now things will be a lot easier for you. I'll give you my word that I will never make contact with you again.”
“You still haven't given me a reason why I should help you. What does any of this have to do with me?”
“Alright,” I said. “I'll give you several. You're name is Heather Emma Foxon and you go by the name Isabella Rosalia Gonzalez. Right now you live in Argentina and work as a secretary to the Argentine president. Is that enough information? Or do I have to tell you your address, credit card number, what you do to those men you lure away from bars in the early mornings and where you dispose of what is left of them?”
There was silence on the other line, so thick that I could nearly hear the traffic passing outside and laughter of a woman somewhere nearby. Nearly two minutes passed before a cold voice with a thick crisp British accent responded.
“Who are you?”
“Who I am is none of your concern. I only asked you a simple question and I want it answered. Do you have what I asked you for?”
There was a slight rustling on the other end.
“Yes.”
“Good,” I replied. “I will arrange for a place and a time that we both can meet; and Heather, don't screw me over.”
This one is a bit short; and thank you all for my reviews! I really appreciate it :). Kolgrim, that is a really great idea you have there about me drawing pictures of the characters. I'll see what I can do :P