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“I’m upstairs!” Sebastian responded and Stefano went to the stairs, dread starting to build in him. He didn’t like all this sneaking around, he didn’t know what Sebastian was planning, what he was doing, but for some reason, for many reasons, Stefano could only think that whatever Sebastian was up to would be a problem. He thought back to the week before, that strange phone call that he’d never asked about. That had been the start of all this. He went up the stairs slowly, trying to formulate what he was going to say. He could pretend that he hadn’t noticed anything, that Lily hadn’t said anything, and just go along as if he didn’t know there was anything the matter. He didn’t want to do that, he wanted to nip this in the bud. There was an iceburg in his chest. He went to their bedroom. Again, he felt like he should knock. There was that 4am isolation, that feeling where the house is bigger than remembered, when the floorboards creaked more loudly, that felt of a terrible nostalgia he didn’t remember the cause of. It made the iceburg freeze the muscles around it.

“Yeah, it’s yours,” Sebastian kissed his cheek. “It was a bitch to find too.” Stefano opened the book, finding it filled with photographs, most of which he didn’t remember taking, but all of them his. They all had explanations beside them, what the photograph meant to him and to the world. Most of them were nudes and flowers and terribly staged. He’d improved so much since then. “Lily can’t look at this,” Stefano decided, his heart buzzing, another feeling that he didn’t have a name for taking over him. It felt like all of him was about to vibrate out of his skin. It felt felt good, wonderful. He couldn’t stop smiling, even as he realized that he was crying. He didn’t know if he’d ever felt so much in one go. “Page 94,” Sebastian instructed, wiping the tears from Stefano’s cheeks so they wouldn’t drip onto the paper. Stefano flipped to it and there it was, taking up the entire page, his masterpiece, the photo that changed it all. Kyle Marks, in all of his glory, flames and shrapnel piercing him, an explosion of blood and life, a bouquet of everything he had been. Tucked between the pages was a note in Sebastian’s hand.

From the backlog, more stefseb

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“Feel free to kiss each other,” Joseph offered, “You’ve deserved this. You’ve both been such good boys for me.” Stefano moaned though, back arching so his chest left Sebastian’s as Joseph penetrated him, fucking him roughly. He only gave Stefano a few cruel jabs before pulling out and sliding into Sebastian instead, making him shudder as he cried out. He went from one to the other, as if he couldn’t figure out which hole he licked more. Stefano’s cock rolled against Sebastian’s the hypersensitivity rising, Sebastian’s previous orgasm nullified as a new one started to form. He latched onto Stefano’s mouth, kissing him hard, pressing against him, as Joseph slid back into him, the sensation starting to become too much. “Gorgeous,” Joseph choked out as he filled Stefano once more, “You’re both so beautiful like this.” He went back into Sebastian, this time pulled out enough to put the dildo back into Stefano and he fucked them both, hard and ruthless, harder than before, the dildo against his stomach so that he could ride them in unison. Their kisses became sloppier as they moaned, as they tried to hold on, as they tried not to come.

Sebastian couldn’t stop himself from moaning loudly with each thrust, as they picked up, as he felt something other than just being full. The sounds were harsh and uncontrolled. Joseph was right. They didn’t have any self control. That’s why he was there. Joseph picked up the pace, burying his face into Sebastian’s hair as he started a pace that betrayed how worried he’d been just moments before. It was like he was just fucking one person, not two, with how they were thrusting into him, as they humped into him, as he felt his inside stretch to accommodate. Sebastian’s hands were tight in the sheets, unable to grab at Stefano’s skin with how he was pinned or Joseph’s shirt with how he was angled. All he could feel was that pressure and the pressure built and he came so hard, so much earlier than he ever had before, the sounds coming out of him almost a scream. Stefano came right after him, grabbing a hold of him as his hips stuttered and he cried out. He stayed inside though, stayed still, as Joseph continued, his first orgasm making the next take longer to build. It was almost too much now, it was almost to the point that Sebastian would say something, but then he was coming too, swearing against Sebastian’s ear.

one last promo for this old TEW story!

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“Look at that, look how good he is, how beautiful? Deserves the world this one, but we’ve only gotten what, three? We still have a long way to go.” He took Stefano’s cock in hand once more, finding that it wasn’t quite as hard as it had been and started to jack him again, keeping the strokes rough and hard and grueling. Stefano gasped and thrust, and Sebastian kept the camera as still as he could as he focused it on Stefano’s hardness, as the precome dribbled down the sides. “Please, please, Capo, please!” Sebastian let go of him, moved the camera to catch his harsh breathing and waited only a few moments before taking his cock in hand again, to give it the same treatment as Stefano gasped and shook, swearing as his orgasm built fast and powerful, as he was shaking, trying not to let it get the best of him, and then he was swearing in Italian, the words fast and running together. Sebastian let him go, smiling wickedly. They were almost half way there.

“A bit more?” he asked, rolling his knuckles inside of Stefano, only now noticing how wet his face was, “A bit more and then we’ll move on, alright?” “Please?” Stefano sounded close to begging, to really begging, instead of just asking. Sebastian picked up the camera once more and started to jam his fist into Stefano, the motions fast and violent and dangerous and Stefano was screaming now, his back arching, the tears large and fat on his face. Sebastian stopped almost suddenly and he slowly pulled his fist out of Stefano, releasing it as he did, listening to Stefano sob. “That okay?” he asked, finding his hands stroking Stefano’s twitching thighs. His knees were so drawn up now, it was as if he was hiding from the world, but his wrecked hole was still on display, still open, lube slowly leaking from it. Stefano’s words were quiet, almost impossible for him to hear. “Per favore, scopami, amore mio, mia luce, per favore, ho bisogno, di arrivarci, ho bisogno di venire. Ti amo. Ti amo, ti amo. Per favore.” Sebastian kissed his eyelid, pulling himself up once more along Stefano’s body. “Four more, alright? Just four more, and then you can come.” He was half expecting Stefano to end it right there, to use his safe word, to call for a break. Instead he just nodded and turned his head, hiding it under his hair. His eye was still open, just a sliver of blue visible, staring at Sebastian through it.

Some old Jostefseb smut! God I love hurting men

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“You’re fidgeting, mio caro,” Stefano noted, not taking his eye off of the camera. “You are not camera shy, are you?” Sebastian dragged his hand down from his neck, where he’d been scratching absentmindedly. “Not exactly.” “Well good, we are doing on his orders, are we not? You do not wish to disappoint him.” Sebastian could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, the blush starting already. He did not want to disappoint Joseph, not at all, and he’d said that he’d be alright with this. This wasn’t much different from one of their usual scenes. It was just that it was going to be recorded and sent digitally to a man on the other side of the planet. There was no way that any of this would go wrong. Stefano left the camera for a moment, going to Sebastian, running his hands down Sebastian’s arms, gentle and warm. He wasn’t wearing his gloves, he never did, when it was just the three of them. He and Joseph both knew how much Sebastian needed to feel their actual skin against him. “We don’t have to do this. I can text Joseph, tell him you weren’t feeling up to it. He’ll understand.” Sebastian shook his head. He could do this. He was going to do this. Lily was at a friends, they both had the day off, there was no other time they’d be able to try something like this. He just had to shake off the nerves. “No. No, I can do this.”

“Do you see this, Maestro?” he asked the camera, “Do you see how good our Sebastian is being for us? Do you see how badly he wants to impress us?” He pulled Sebastian’s cheeks apart and pulled back, making him fold forward, his bound hands falling to the mattress to support himself. “Look at how wet he is, already, Maestro. So excited to be good for us. His reaction to touch is just,” he slid his fingers down again, lightly stroking Sebastian’s cock, and his whole body jerked in response, “magnifico.” He turned the vibrator up and Sebastian straightened, his thighs shaking as Stefano chuckled darkly. “Oh, I am going to have such fun with you, mi amor. Are you ready for more?” Sebastian nodded, burying his face in Stefano’s shoulder. He knew that his skin was sore, that the redness of his cheeks was visible, but he could handle it now, he was sure of it. He could always stop it, if he had to. He was sure that Stefano had known just how close he was before, to not being able to handle it any further, since he’d given his beaten flesh a bit of a break. “Back in position then, pet,” Stefano kissed his temple and he squirmed, pulling himself out of Stefano’s lap to lay upon it once more. His cock was still hard, the foreskin barely able to hide the head of it, and, as sore as Sebastian was, he knew that Stefano couldn’t be comfortable with his erection like that. He wanted to give him some relief too.

More old TEW fics. I still adore this game, it sucks.

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“Hey!” Sebastian growled as Stefano tossed him over his shoulder, stepping forward into a plume of blue smoke to arrive at the foot of the hotel. It was undignified but Sebastian couldn’t truly complain. He was hurting too much, and Stefano was warm and real and supportive. But there was a guardian laughing and running around in front of the hotel. Sebastian had told himself he would take care of her on his next excursion out for the past three trips out. Stefano wasn’t even in the hotel yet, was fumbling with the doorknob, his hand slimy from both of their blood. He couldn’t get through in time. Her saw went through his side, cutting deep, as he threw Sebastian inside, screaming out as his blood splattered into the building and soaked into the carpet. Sebastian turned over, watching, as Stefano fell off of it, into the lobby, onto his hands and knees. He kicked the door closed behind him and that was enough to keep the guardian out. She knew that she couldn’t fit inside and she wouldn’t try.

Stefano added another finger and for a moment Sebastian thought that he was going to tear, that it was too much, but then Stefano hollowed out his cheeks and he came, all of his muscles clenching to the point that Stefano’s fingers were almost pushed out of him. He could feel more of his liquids spill, coat his hole and those fingers, before all of his muscles relaxed and Stefano was chuckling, pushing himself back in, finding the way easier, and Sebastian was grunting and moaning with each thrust. The world turned and Sebastian shouted, falling onto the rug, being turned by hands that we too rough, by a man who didn’t care about his well being, who didn’t treat his aging body like it was something fragile. He could feel the roughness of Stefano’s fingers digging into his sides as he positioned him, as he forced Sebastian’s back at an odd angle, and spat on his hole. It was rough and cruel and wonderful and he choked out a long moan as Stefano slid staggeringly into him, his cock so long and it felt like it was stretching him forever. He didn’t give Sebastian time to adjust, he never did. He just went as deep as he could and started to pound into him, almost like a dog in his desperation, in his lust. Even in his pose, on his knees behind Sebastian and then curled over his back, was more animal than man. It wasn’t something that he’d expected of Stefano, not something that he’d imagine the man falling to, such indecent carnal positions.

Old fic today! Stefseb fic at that!

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'this is dangerous' He shoved it down. It didn't matter. They could both be dead seconds after stepping out the door. Sebastian's stomach had just a fine layer of fat on it and a dark trail of hair that lead his attention down further. He licked his lips, watching how the lax muscle jumped under his touch, hearing Sebastian’s breath hitch as he moved up to nibble on his earlobe. 'he's married' He didn't care. Even though he'd met Myra, evern though he knew how she'd work her rage against him if she found out. His fingers went under the waistband of Sebastian's jeans, finding the lump that had formed there, folded uncomfortably in the restriction. “You poor man,” Stefano cooed into Sebastian’s ear, relishing in the shiver it produced, “how long have you been pent up like this?” “Too long,” it came out like a punch to the gut and Sebastian was taking control, grabbing Stefano by the shoulders and pushing him off, shoving him down onto the floor of the safe house. His hands were rough and vulgar, grabbing at Stefano's shirt and tearing, not caring about the buttons. ‘He's going to destroy you’

“What? No!” Sebastian pulled his pants off the rest of the way before settling down on the couch, slouching terribly with his knees spread wide, inviting, even after what Stefano had done. “I've had sex! I have a daughter! I've just never, you know…” “Received?” Sebastian covered his face, failing at hiding the blush that spread under his chest hair. Stefano positioned himself on his knees, right before Sebastian, spitting into his hand. “I see, I'll see if I can muster up a modicum of mercy for you.” Flames filled his mind, wrapping around him, filling him, and he had to slow down, had to breathe, in order to not shove himself in all at once at the burst of fire behind his eyes. It wasn't just the sensation, how wonderful Sebastian felt against him, even when he was only half way inside. There were images, flickering in his mind, old lovers leaving before the sheets had cooled, men who took without giving, women who expected his all, and each was more overwhelming than the last. His father's words, when he'd learned the truth of Stefano's nightly activities, echoed with the images, mixing with that deeper voice. “It’s okay,” Sebastian murmured, bringing him back. He’d leaned forward, put his hand on Stefano’s cheek, brushed the hair away from his eye. He wanted to pull away, he wanted to hide, especially that part of him. It was ugly, when it wasn’t in use. “It doesn’t hurt. You can move.”

More old TEW fics!

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He wasn’t sure why Sebastian was ashamed of this. Every time he’d reached for Stefano, something had held him back. He wondered if it was because of Myra. They’d run into his wife a few times and Stefano wondered if Sebastian wanted her again, if his love for her was stronger than his will to survive, if he was still loyal to the woman who had willingly become a monster. He knew the answer to that though. Of course. Sebastian was loyal to a fault. Sebastian only needed him for as long as they were in Union. Once they had Lily he would be an enemy once more. But the touches, right now, were nice. “Do you even want this?” His eye snapped open, staring at Sebastian, at the way the blush had slowly crept to his ears. His eyes were on Stefano’s lips, as if he couldn’t bear eye contact, which Stefano was fine with, was used to, but not from Sebastian. People didn’t know where to look at him. Sebastian’s teeth were in his lip though, marking it with little red lines as he breathed, unmoving.

Sebastian shook his head, “No, no, Stefano. You owe me nothing.” “I stole your daughter.” “I almost killed you.” Stefano sighed, a long exhale, trying to clear his lungs of all the stale air he held. “I don’t know. I don’t know what you want from me.” “Just stay with me? A little longer. I don’t want to scare you, not with my anger problems, not with anything. I want you to feel safe.” Stefano cocked his head, studying his features. “This sounds like the beginning of some kind of deal.” Sebastian gave him a small smile and he could feel his heart melt a little at that. Sebastian’s eyes were so soft, so kind, most of the time, and, paired with that small smile, there was no way that Stefano wouldn’t at least try. “Just, be a little bit nicer to yourself, would you?” Sebastian held his hand over Stefano’s knee for a moment and, when he didn’t flinch or move away, let it settle there, warm against his bare flesh. “Try to ignore what everyone else told you about yourself, remember how you think of yourself instead, and pull that through.”

More old fic promo! I miss my old hyperfixations so much

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His prey though, had made into one of the back rooms, so close to the trigger of his trap. Stefano stepped from his vantage point to a point nearby, focusing and readying his camera. It wouldn’t be all of it, he couldn’t stay and watch the man get torn apart, for his creation, as beautiful as she was, did not like to be watched while she worked. He had learned that time and time again, but it was still tempting to learn again. The door opened, and he took his shot. The stranger was frozen, as if in the moment of death but no, Stefano couldn’t kill him, not yet. He was interesting, more interesting than any of his other subjects lately, and he wasn’t ready, not yet. This one, he wanted to prepare, get that fear heightened to new heights. Death was enough for some, but this one, this one feared something much worse. The photograph wasn’t exciting, wasn’t much of anything really, just a fragment of the true terror that he could capture, wring out of this man. He left it there, so the stranger would see it, perhaps get some bit of semblance as to Stefano’s true purpose here.

Sebastian put his hand on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, as he went through his gear. He only had one syringe left. He didn’t think Stefano exactly deserved it but he didn’t have any other options left to him in the moment. When Stefano saw it though he was more tense then at the prospect of having a knife pulled out his body. He fell off of the gravestone in his squirming attempt to get away. His mouth had blood in it from keeping himself quiet and he looked even worse than before, but now he looked like a wild animal, desperate to escape him. “Hey, this is supposed to help,” Sebastian tried to calm him down, getting down on his knees, “it should heal you up. I’m not going to hurt you.” At that Sebastian paused. He had come with every intention of hurting Stefano, of killing him if necessary. He couldn’t believe how easily swayed he was. “No, not with that, please!” Stefano’s voice was higher than usual, his pupil fully blown. There was no talking to him in this state, no way to take care of him, “I’d rather you kill me here then use that!” Sebastian put it away, keeping his eyes on Stefano. He calmed down as soon as it was out of sight, not fully, but enough that he wasn’t dragging himself through the grime on the floor, leaving a slick trail behind him.

He stood in front of the tower, in front of the flames, his head bowed. His back was still scorched, his belly still full of pieces of shotgun shell. Paolo would be displeased, having to fix him up again. He doubted he could even get through the flames now, didn’t have that drive, that adrenaline to overexert himself. He didn’t need to. The flames parted, leaving a charred path for him to walk through. He could see the disciples, stopped in place standing at attention, as if he’d ever been more than an army photographer. They looked at him as if he was someone important. He had been, but that was a different life. He tried not to let his pride swell. He would not be an artist anymore, he would not be powerful, he would not sway the world with his creations. He would be a slave. He had handed himself over so willingly, and seeing Sebastian safe, he wouldn’t change it for the world. The doors opened for him. Paolo was standing at Theodore’s side. He was smiling apparently pleased. Theodore did not seem impressed, but took a step back to let Stefano in. “Welcome, Stefano,” he said, unmoving, “welcome home. Stefano closed his eye, letting his shoulders slump, whatever fight there still was within in, fall disparagingly, to the floor.

A LONG fic promo from 2018, A Doctor in Union, my The Evil Within masterpiece! I was so proud of this back then.

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“If only I had my camera,” Stefano winced as the pressure on his chest released and Sebastian was looking at him, bared and bleeding. “Don’t talk like that,” Sebastian glared down at the bullet hole, which had just barely grazed a lung before coming out the other side. “You’re not dying or anything.” Stefano chuckled but that led to coughing and gasping and trying to breathe and he was slightly aware that he was crying from the pain of it all. He moved his hand, took Sebastian’s hand in his own. There was a safe house nearby, Hoffman’s, and there would be medical care there. He didn’t want to move though and the way that Sebastian was looking at him, he could tell that Sebastian was conflicted about it as well. He and Hoffman didn’t get along and there was a chance she would turn them away. Not to mention that they’d only been gone a few minutes and that magical coffee had had no chance to brew yet. “It’s alright,” Stefano swallowed. “It’s alright.” Sebastian wiped at his own face but that just left a trail of blood and grime on his cheek instead of helping any. “I shot you. I think I’m the one supposed to be doing the comforting here.”

“Don’t interrupt,” he shot and Sebastian shut his mouth with a snap. “I feel a straining, whenever you’re gone, getting supplies, whenever you leave me alone. Worry. I feel hot, right now, but a lot of the time, and I want to put my hands on you, in kindness. I want to photograph you but not like normal. I want to see you when you find Lily, I want to see the smile that you wear when you see her. I want to see you full of joy.” Being awake, talking so much, it was leeching his strength. Sebastian hadn’t continued to try and interrupt him, had just let him talk. Stefano didn’t want to see the look on his face. He wanted to sleep and he wanted to drape himself all over Sebastian and he wanted to feel Sebastian run his hands all very him, make the pain go away with his fingertips. Sebastian pulled away from him, letting cold air pass between them and Stefano kept his eye down, kept himself safe from judgment, because he did care about that, more than was healthy, more than he was sure a psychopath was supposed to. Sebastian’s lips were on his forehead though, pressing a small kiss to his balmy skin, which he knew was just as splattered with dirt and blood as Sebastian’s. He wanted more. He wanted all of Sebastian. But he could see a door in the distance with a red pick on it, and he knew that they were almost there. Almost safe.

archiveofourown.org/works/16471781 More old stefseb

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“It is. It’s hurting you, so it must be.” Stefano sighed, relaxing finally. He put his hands out onto Sebastian’s shoulders. “Sometimes, I do not understand you, Sebastian. That’s all this is. There’s you and Lily and you are strong for her and you are strong on your own. When you put your mind to something there’s no stopping you. You deserve someone who can match you.” “You do match me,” Sebastian interrupted, hoping that he hadn’t. “Only in there,” Stefano’s smile was lopsided and self deprecating. “Out here, where we are real? I have had to lean on you every step of the way. I am unable to do anything for myself. I am not even able to create anything new,” his hands were shaking. His hands were always shaking. Nerve damage, he’d said, so long ago, back when he was getting better, with all of the physical therapy and hospital visits, trying to get back to himself after so long in STEM. He was unable to take a single photograph with hands so shaky. “I am not what I should be. I am not much of anything. I am not the man you deserve.” “You say deserved as if it’s something real,” Sebastian wanted to lean forward, to kiss those words out of Stefano’s mouth. He didn’t want them to fall anymore. “Instead of caring about what I deserve, what about what I want? Because I do want you, in any way that I can have you.”

“Fuck me. Please, Sebastian, I need you to fuck me.” He opened that eye and stared at him with such conviction that Sebastian’s mouth went dry at that as much as it did the concept. He’d never fucked Stefano before. Stefano had always made it apparent who would be fucking who in the bedroom, and it was usually Sebastian on his knees before him, filled and begging for more. This was unexpected and there was no way he would argue it. He got off of Stefano and held out his hand, helping him up off of the couch. Both of them looked a bit silly, sweaty and overwhelmed, so hard that their pants were tenting the best that they could. Stefano’s legs were a bit weak from being sat on and Sebastian picked him up easily, making them both laugh. Lily was at school, they still had a few hours to themselves. There was no need to rush. There was no need for anything, aside from one another. Sebastian took them up the stairs and deposited Stefano on the bed, stripping him of those lounge pants that made him look better than most did in a full suit. Stefano’s legs fell open, revealing his stiff cock, the tip red and shiny with precome. Sebastian licked his lips at the sight of it, as well as that promised hole hidden behind his balls and all of that hair. He ran his fingers through the thick hair, both on his chest and down to his erection and down his thighs. “You really don’t mind that, do you?” Stefano asked.

Old Stefseb smut Ahhhhh I think I've used this concept about deserving a thousand times and this may have been the first one. I will use it a thousand more.

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“No,” Sebastian lied. Stefano sounded far away, like he was trapped in his head. “My room is cold,” Stefano’s excuse sounded rehearsed and expectant. Sebastian even knew what his line was supposed to be: ‘well, why don’t you put on a shirt, then?’ or ‘did you leave your window open again?’. He didn’t say either. Both would be openings for Stefano to leave through. He couldn’t ask. Sebastian knew that. It was a combination of Stefano’s pride and his stubborness. He would lead Sebastian somewhere and let him go the last few steps. “You want some of mine? I overheat,” he offered. Stefano tilted his head towards him, looking him over. Sebastian pulled himself up into a sitting position, picking up the pillows to make a fake sort of seat beside him. Stefano, in this lighting, looked gaunt, more so than usual. He looked tired. In the daylight he looked healthier, by the day, and he barely looked like the half dead man Sebastian had pulled out of a bathtub of white fluid all those months ago.

“I’m glad you’re in it,” he said. He could feel Stefano flex against him for a moment before letting out a long breath. “Don’t be a stanger, okay?” Stefano nodded. Sebastian put a hand up to his cheek, under all that hair. Stefano relaxed a bit against him. Sebastian wondered if anyone else had ever touched Stefano like this, if anyone else had been allowed to touch that side of his face. Slowly, Stefano fell asleep. Sebastian fell asleep soon after, and the weight on his chest pushed him into a deeper sleep than he’d had, sober, in ages. And when he woke, he couldn’t imagine a more beautiful sight than Stefano, still laying against his chest, the light between the blinds highlighting his edges.

I miss Stefseb. I miss The Evil Within. Looking at old fics makes me miss old fandoms.

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Sebastian’s hand came away from his arm bloody, sticky, and when he groaned Stefano turned towards him, an eyebrow raised. For a moment, Sebastian didn’t like that gaze directed at him. He didn’t want Stefano to look at him like he was the canvas for some magnificent piece. When he raised his eyes though, Stefano was regarding him with something close to concern instead, as if the blood wasn’t inspiration but the wound was something to truly worry about. Perhaps he’d just been imagining it. Perhaps Stefano wasn’t turning back to how he used to be, that the time they’d spent together had made him better than Union had made him. “Just a moment, my dear,” he offered a small smile that Sebastian was slow to return, “there must be something to ease your torment in this place.” He left the window to explore the house, leaving Sebastian behind. If there had been something in the house, they would have heard it by now, would have had to slay it or run from it. Most of the houses had been safe, so far. Emily had decided that houses were safe and there wasn’t much that could break her trust in that. Sebastian sighed, trying not to think, trying to just rest and relax, as he heard Stefano dig through the kitchen, the vacuum break in the refrigerator and reseal, the silverware clinking. Stefano was humming. The sound was nice and Sebastian closed his eyes, just letting the tune wash over him. It wasn’t something that he knew but it sounded simple and serene. It didn’t fit in this place.

There were pock-marks, blisters and thick veins on its face, heavy around the eyes. There was hardly any flesh that wasn’t pulsing and alive there, so much of it damaged and destroyed. It was, without a doubt, haunted. The only thing that looked different between now and Beacon was the fact that it’s eyes were glowing a bright blue. A shrieking, piercing sound erupted by Sebastian’s ear, a sound he’d heard too many times, in his dreams instead of the real world at least. He threw his hand to his ear, gritting his teeth and wincing as he agitated the gash in his arm. The sound was bad, the walls drawing close, his feet surrounded by blood, but it wasn’t as bad for him as it was for the thing in the hall. It screamed a harsh note and started running, past Sebastian, into the rest of the house, as it stretched with a deeper melody, a thrum as it turned into stark white hospital walls to accommodate the haunted’s sprint. It ran into the asylum until Sebastian couldn’t see it anymore. The floor was buried under inches of blood. It was pooling up, soaking into his pant legs. Stefano wandered through it, his knife at his side, held for throwing. He didn’t want to get close to that thing either. “Is there a reason he looked like you?” Stefano asked. Sebastian couldn’t ignore that he heard a tremor in his voice.

It's old fic promo time! This is from Kinktober 2018

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