Watching again

Morningstar: One could
see it like that. But to me David is far more disturbing than
Lucifer, because Lu is evil basically because he can, while David
deliberately kills innocent women to play a mind game with Joel. I
guess it's really a matter of opinion.

Chapter 7 – Love bites

Sitting down at the
table, Joel waited, what David had planned for the evening. He could
have tried to free the woman and try to run with her, but he was
afraid, that his plan would fail and she would be killed. If he would
have been true to himself, he would have admitted, that it was just a
cover-up for his real feelings.

The fact that David
wanted to throw him a birthday party made him happier, than such a
thing should make a perfectly sane person. But taking into
consideration, that he was seeing a psychologist twice a week and was
lusting after a serial killer, who would call him sane?

Before Joel could sink
deeper into his musings about insane feelings, David returned from
the kitchen. He was carrying two plates of simple pasta and set one
of them down in front of Joel, before hurrying off again. Regarding
his plate with slight suspicion, Joel saw, that the red pasta sauce
had been poured in the shape of a heart.

It was almost scary to
have such romantic attention focused on
himself, especially considering that the attention came from
somebody, who had murdered countless people in cold blood. The sweet
gesture caused Joel to want to kiss David, but he firmly pushed the
urge down.

This wasn't the time or
place for his insane obsession. Joel would have liked to kick his own
ass for thinking such things, while a young woman sat across from
him, bound and gagged. He was shaken out of his musings again, when
David started to fill his glass with ruby-red wine.

Obviously finished with
his preparations, David sat down at the table and raised his glass in
a toast. Joel knew, that he was supposed to clink their glasses
together, but his moral side forbade him to cooperate with the whims
of a serial killer.

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Seeing
the internal battle flickering in his love's eyes David took the
decision away from Joel. Reaching out to Marie-Claire, he caressed
her throat with his gloved hands, signaling to Joel, that he had to
obey his wishes. With obvious dislike in his eyes, his beloved raised
his glass and clinked it against his own, before taking a deep
swallow. David smiled at the facade Joel was putting up to hide his
true feelings, but he had seen the quick flicker of gratefulness,
right before their glasses met.

“Do you like the wine, Joel?”

A nod was the only
answer he got from the still scowling FBI agent. Joel looked even
better than usual, when he was angry. Unashamedly staring at his
guest, David waited for Joel to start eating, but his beloved just
stared right back at him.

“Eat, Joel. It's getting
cold.”

Joel's gaze quickly
flicked to the young woman sitting opposite him, before he
reluctantly started to eat. A look of surprise flitted over his
features as the first spoonful entered his
mouth. David wondered if he had expected it to be poisoned or
horrible, but he was pleased by the look of enjoyment, that could be
seen momentarily, before Joel managed to compose his features back
into neutrality.

It was great to see
Joel struggle with his emotions. Far greater than feeling a woman
struggle in his hold as he slowly choked her. While Joel ate, David
studied his features. The way his lips wrapped around the spoon, made
him wish, that they were wrapped around something else, the seductive
images causing him to harden.

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Finished with his
pasta, Joel put his spoon down. He had been surprised by the
delicious taste of it and had greatly enjoyed eating it, although he
had managed to keep his feelings from showing on his face. At least,
he believed he had.

As soon as he put his
spoon down, David jumped up from the table. “Now it is time for
dessert.”

Seeing David's
leather-clad ass move in the direction of the kitchen, Joel's cock
made it pretty clear, what it would consider an appropriate dessert.
Struggling with his body's reaction, Joel looked back at the girl to
remind himself why he was doing this. He just wanted to save her and
he would do whatever David wanted to achieve his goal. And no, he was
not hoping, that David would want to sleep with him.

The girl's pitiful
whimper alerted him to David's return, so
he turned around. David was carrying a large plate of ice cream, that
was decorated with marzipan hearts and a
single candle. Sitting back in his place, he put the ice cream in
front of himself.

Dipping the spoon into
the delicious creation, he filled it with a large amount of ice,
before holding it out to Joel. Unwilling to be spoofed
by David, the FBI agent reached out, planning to pick the spoon from
his hands.

“No.” David batted his
hand away. “I'll feed you, love.”

“I'm no child, David. And
neither am I your 'love'. You're a despicable, sick, twisted...”
Before he could finish, David had already put the spoon down, looking
angered and hurt. Joel was sorry for causing the other man pain, but
immediately chastised himself for thinking so. He needed to get out
of this. The more time he spend with David, the more twisted his own
feelings became, spinning away from everything, that would be morally
right.

When he saw David pick
up the piano wire from a side table, he panicked. If he didn't calm
the other down quickly the girl would be dead. “I'm sorry,
David. You may feed me.”

The look of pleasure,
that immediately spread over David's face was urging Joel to smile,
but he managed to resist. David sat back down, but instead of
bringing the spoon to Joel's mouth, he stuck it into his own.

Joel watched with
barely masked fascination as David's lips wrapped around the spoon,
hinting at other talents they might possess. He barely suppressed
a groan, when David hollowed his cheeks and started sucking the ice
cream from the spoon. Taking it out of his mouth again, he cleaned
the last traces of ice away with his tongue, his eyes always focused
on Joel.

Once again filling the
spoon with ice cream, he brought it close to Joel's lips. The FBI
agent obediently opened his mouth, secretly
hoping to find a lingering taste of David on the spoon. He was almost
disappointed, when all he could taste was creamy vanilla ice.

He inadvertently
closed his eyes, while he savored the
taste. Totally engrossed in the pleasure of the ice melting on his
tongue, Joel didn't realize, that David withdrew the spoon. He was
surprised, when warm lips suddenly pressed against his own, capturing
them in a soft kiss.

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Licking Joel's bottom
lip, David tried to snake his tongue into Joel's mouth. His beloved
gasped in surprise and he took advantage of the situation. Exploring
Joel's mouth with a fierce possessiveness, he tasted vanilla ice
cream, underlain with a flavor,
that was uniquely Joel. He wanted more of that particular taste.

Stroking Joel's tongue,
David tried to entice it to join his own, but the FBI agent
stubbornly refused to participate. What a pity. David was annoyed by
the fact that Joel was still resisting him, although he clearly
wanted to give in. Well, if he wasn't willingly giving in now, David
would have to heat things up a little more, until Joel would be
unable to resist.

He broke the kiss and
got up from the table. The slightly dazed look on his beloved's face
amused him, but Joel quickly composed his features back into a glare.
Smiling to himself, David went over to the stereo and soft romantic
music filled the room.

Walking back to Joel,
he expanded his hand. “Dance with me.”

TBC...