The Death of A Stranger

My Notes:
I wrote this a long time a go and re-read it and actually kind of like it. I only wrote one chapter though… and, actually, I have no idea where I was planning on going with it. ‘Cause it seems to be the perfect place to post it, with a working title, I give you: “The Death of a Stranger”. Please Enjoy and review like hell if you want a second chapter. Reviews often seem to inspire more writing. 

Disclaimer: I own this story and its characters if you see something familiar I swear to you it was not intentional.

Warnings: Sex, language, and slashiness ensues. You’ve been warned.

the death of a stranger.
chapter one. what thoughts led you to him.


He thrust in and out of her, trying to get Kyle’s image out of his head. She moaned from under him, her legs wrapped around his waist. She called out his name as she rode her orgasm. He pulled back and pushed in one final time before spending himself and rolling away so he wouldn’t crush her. He had failed. No, he hadn’t crushed her; Kyle was still there, still shimmering around in the back of his mind.

“Hmm. That was amazing. You’re so amazing.” She started rubbing his chest, her body meshing up next to his. “You know, I never thought you wanted me so badly,” she giggled.

God. Doesn’t the girl know the difference between a good fuck and a relationship? She was supposed to shut up and go to sleep so he could leave feeling not as guilty. He could find Kyle and marvel in his brilliance. Now the girl was kissing him, sucking his nipples. Go to sleep! He wasn’t a superhero. The only thing that could get him up that fast was Kyle and she sure as hell wasn’t Kyle. Damn, she wasn’t even a man. Not that he had a thing for guys. He did for Kyle though, but just Kyle.

“Hey! Are you paying attention?”

Shit, a direct question. Now he has to talk to her. Now he had to look at her. He had been avoiding this since she had seduced him into her bed. He slid out from under the sheets and started pulling on his pants. Maybe she wouldn’t scream his name. Maybe she wouldn’t use names other than his own on him. Maybe he wouldn’t leave her apartment feeling like a dick. Yeah, and maybe Kyle would be waiting in his apartment, naked and willing.


When he reached his home, Kyle was not waiting for him. The sickening thing was he had had a small hope that he might be. No, when he reached his apartment it wasn’t Kyle standing in the middle of his living room; it was a small, beautiful blonde boy who looked to be several years younger than himself. The boy’s eyes stared into his own, dark and expressionless. Finally, when he was able to look away from those eyes, the man took in the blonde’s gorgeous body leading him down to the boy’s worn boots. A little distance from these was a bloodied body.

Before he knew what was happening he was pulled down the hall towards the elevator. When securely inside he took a second then exclaimed, “What the fuck was that?”

“I didn’t do it. I know you think that I did but I didn’t. Did you see how that man died? He was hit all over his body many times causing many open wounds. Do you see any blood on me?”

Even if he hadn’t done it, the blonde sure knew a lot about killings and murder but before he had a chance to reply the elevator jolted. Seconds later the lights flickered and went out. “Power surge?”

The boy looked at the man as if he was an idiot before going into action. He talked while he worked. “They’re obviously after us.” He pushed the man to his hands and knees and started to clamber up onto his back. “We should’ve taken the stairs.” He was feeling around the top of the elevator. “Of course they probably had those covered. Although, fighting them there would have been easier than fighting them in here.” He lifted the cover. “Give me a boost.” Soon he was up and disappeared. A hand came down from the black above, reaching. He was reaching for something…?

“Give me your hand.” Oh.

Both of them were now standing on the top of the elevator.

“What are we supposed to do now?”

Again the boy looked at him with that look of distain. “Climb,” he stated simply. Oh good, no.

“No.”

“What else do you expect us to do?”

“I don’t know. Maybe wait for firefighters like normal people would do. Not like someone who just murdered a man.”

“I told you I didn’t do it!”

“What am I supposed to believe? You were standing over him, you left in a hurry, and taking the only witness with you so I can’t tell the authorities. You’re probably going to push me off when we get to the top.”

The boy scowled. “You have to trust me. Those men who killed… the man in your apartment, they were going to kill you. Besides, I would have killed you already.” He started to climb, his feet on the wall and his hands gripping the cords. “Do you think you can do this?”

“Wait! I still don’t—trying to kill me! Why? I don’t—I’m a good person. Fuck, there was that one time but no one knew about that—“

The boy jumped down, annoyed, and put his hand on the older man’s groin. “Okay baby,” He purred, “Settle down. I can’t explain right now but I will when we’re in a safer place. It’ll be alright.” He was talking as he would to a two-year-old. Then the boy squeezed.

“Fuck, what the hell!” The man moaned.

The blonde smirked before he started climbing again. The man joined him, more awkwardly because of his little problem between his legs. What happened to his non-superhero abilities?


He was so tired. He didn’t exercise regularly because he was naturally well built and did have a job where he those kind of activities daily. He also, had a lot of sex. But then again, he didn’t climb elevator shafts everyday. The boy seemed comfortable though.

The man didn’t want to look down because that would make things seem worse than they really are and he didn’t want to look up because that would show the amount of work he still needed to do so he found himself focusing on his hands. That was actually somewhat distracting.

As he climbed, his eyes found something else to linger on. The blonde boy was balancing on the edge of an elevator door. The man assumed he was trying to open it. He held tighter to the black cord as he watched this magnificent boy’s hands move confidently and agilely. He felt his pants tighten again, along with his hold on the cord. That was the second time. He had to think of something besides what his penis wanted him to think about which was fucking that fine piece of ass that was only a few feet away. Of course, he was gay but…

“Do you have some sort of plan to escape from these men who you say are going to kill me?” He asked half-mockingly, half-hopeful. He didn’t know quite yet if he trusted him.

“Not really.” The door rolled open smoothly.

The man knew it hadn’t been a power surge. One of the reasons he had chosen this building in particular was its dependable maintenance. They would never let the elevator stop running without a message left for the tenants. If there was a problem with the machine the owner would know long before someone was stuck inside of it because it stalled. He had heard from neighbors that it was checked every night. It was actually amazing.

He somehow managed to get from the cord to the well lit hallway. Really, the only option he had was to trust the boy. He grabbed the boy’s arm and led him to the first apartment. The blonde made muffled protest but fell silent when the door opened, after being knocked on, by the nanny of the Greggory’s son. He was suddenly glad he knew all his neighbors and was grateful for their kindness towards him.

“Hey Cecelia, Jack there?”

“No, he’s out of town.” Figures.

“And Mrs. Greggory?”

“Not here. She is out to dinner with a business associate.” Meaning she was having sex with her young lover at his place. He thought of their ten-year-old son and felt pity for the kid. He had a mother who did not want to grow up, always having her “business associate” over and a father who thought work would bring him and his family happiness. That’s why he never wanted kids. Too much pressure to not raise a mass murderer. But then again, what gave him the right to judge them?

He laughed a friendly laugh, “Well that’s fine. My little brother locked us out of the apartment and I was wondering if we could use your fire escape.”

Cecelia frowned, “You could have called Tom.” She named the proprietor.

“Ah, I though of that too. It is late and I know Elise gets irritated when the phone rings late at night. I know Jack works most nights and you’re usually here. I’m really sorry to disturb you…”

“Oh! Please, come on in but be quiet.” She let them in and started babbling about her experiences of being locked out of stuff and having the call the fire department.

Wow. He was smooth. He shot the attractive boy beside him and glance and was amazed to see the boy looking at him without the usual expression of disgust. Before they left Cecelia asked, “I didn’t know you had a brother?” The boy had frowned and hit the man playfully.


Soon the two of them were down the street and the beautiful blonde boy was, again, leading the way, looking over his shoulder every now and then. The man followed without protests. He had given up that pretty fast. After a ride on the subway and a long walk they arrived at a motel. The boy stopped before going in. He stared at it as if analyzing everything about it. Seeming satisfied, he grabbed the older man’s hand and pulled him to room six where he had a key card ready to open the room. It was small and sparse. There was one double bed, a desk, a television, a digital clock, and a door, which he assumed, led to a shower. There weren’t any mirrors in the room that was probably for the benefit of the renters. Some people don’t care to look at themselves and if you’re desperate enough to stay here…

“Do you trust me yet?” The blonde was sitting on the bed taking off his boots.

The man sighed and sat down next to the smaller boy. “Yeah. Fuck. Do I really have any options on that?”

The boy smiled sympathetically, startling the man. He was very attractive. Suddenly he felt tired again. Well, not suddenly but he now had the chance for it to catch up to him. He pulled off his shoes, socks, belt, pants, and shirt leaving only his boxers on.

He knew he was dirty from the climb up the elevator shaft and the sex he had participated in not long before and that there were so many unanswered questions but he was so tired. As he crawled under the covers, the boy, not saying a word, began readying himself for bed. Soon a warm body was pressed up to his and he felt most of the night slip away. Everything was forgotten except for the boy curled up against his side.

chapter one. end.


More of my notes:
Gosh, as I’m typing this I’m getting all these ideas in my head. I actually coming up with an amazing plan for where all this could go and what’s happening.

Also, I should clear something up. “The boy” is not actually a boy in the sense that he’s twelve or something. No, he’s probably between the ages of 19-21 but “the man” calls him a boy because he’s… slightly… younger than himself. I’d say the man is in his early to mid thirties so… Yeah.

This is a kind of funny story to me because “the man” is freaking out so much at the beginning. He’s rather slow too but he has his moments.

If you made it this far: Thanks for reading and please REVIEW. I love reviews. Feel free to give advice, I know this needs some. I didn’t change it much from its original so my style has actually changed since this. Ciao.