A/N:  Second installment – and WOOT, there is bitey violent bruising sex!  YAY FOR KURUMI FOR SHE HAS DONE A WONDERFUL JOB.  Read on.

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            Johnny grumbled under his breath as he sat down on the couch, looking at his television as if it was going to kill him.  Which, it just might do.

            He had finally returned home after a good three months away, of which he had spent wandering the country, looking for the emotionless existence he had hoped he could find.  Unfortunately for him, he had.

            He still couldn’t believe his unfounded luck, in stumbling in on the very home of nothingness, of pure animal intellect.  He had looked into the eyes of apathy, and had felt something.  How very, pathetically, ironic.

            Those eyes had haunted him all the way back to his home in California.  There had definitely been nothing behind them, and he was convinced they were merely for spotting prey.  Then again, Michael Myers could probably do that blind.

            The fact that he had gotten so close to the infamous killer, so close that he could actually take off his mask and see his face, worried him a bit.  What if Michael came to him, wanted to kill him?  It was irrational to fear such a thing, he knew; he would both welcome the presence of the shape and welcome his death.  Besides, wasn’t he sort of immortal, being that he couldn’t die or else the world would end?

            Shrugging off these useless concerns, Nny stood and headed towards the basement; he had forgotten about the countless humans below him, all starving and quite possibly dead.  All of a sudden, he stopped – the hair on the back of his neck raised slightly, and he turned sharply, glaring into the dark house with caution.  He had nothing to worry about, because no one was there, but he went to the boarded up window and looked out.

            Holy... Fuck.

            Such a slow, steady pace the masked killer kept, walking easily past the house as if he owned the whole goddamned world.  Then, he stopped.  Nny’s breath hitched and he crouched low, looking out the window from the very bottom.

            Slowly, the head turned.  Michael was looking right at him.

            He felt his breath speed up, and he had no clue as to why, but his heart began to pound and his eyes widened as the man turned fully to stand right in front of his house.  Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit-

            Michael collapsed.

            Nny raised both eyebrows, and slowly stood, inching towards the door.  He peeked out, and Michael made no move.  He didn’t seem to be breathing.  Cautiously, the youth slunk out of his house and down the path, to the masked shape, and put two fingers against the other’s neck, under his mask.  There was a pulse, but it was slow and uneven, and now that he looked, there were several bloody gashes from an apparent fight.

            Shrugging, Nny pulled the other up slightly, and dragged the taller being into the house, kicking the door shut, and moving to the couch, where he dropped the other.

            Michael’s eyes moved, and then snapped open, and his hand shot out and grabbed Nny by the throat, bringing the boy down until they were nose to nose.  Recognition flashed through the other’s eyes, but he made no move to let go of Nny for a moment.  Then, his hand dropped to his side, and his head leaned back against the cushions.  Nny frowned; what, exactly, did he expect to do with this?

            Michael answered for him, by motioning towards the other’s die-ary.  Frowning, the youth went over and picked it up, along with a pencil, and gave them to the other, eyebrows narrowing.  Michael scribbled something onto the book, and handed it to him.

            You drain me.  It was simple, but made no sense.  Until, of course, Nny thought about it.  He was a waste-lock, wasn’t he?  And he was supposed to sort of... channel negative energy and thoughts his way... And Michael Myers was nothing but negative energy.

            The other took the book back and looked at his writing, eyes blankly wandering over the three words over and over again, before he picked up the pencil and wrote again.  I could get up and kill you right now.  You were afraid, that was how I knew someone was here.

            “Why don’t you talk?” Nny asked, out of the blue.

            Cursed.  Nny didn’t know what, exactly, that meant, but shrugged it off, and slowly sat down on the couch, just barely touching the other.  You aren’t nearly as afraid as you should be.

            “I could kill you, I don’t need to be afraid.”  Michael’s eyes looked amused, and Nny flinched.  “I thought you were emotionless.”

            I am.  In a way.  The killer flipped the page, and continued, Do you give a dog emotions?  Think of it as a dog’s mind with a human intellect.

            “You shouldn’t be able to write,” Nny muttered.  Michael glared behind his mask.

            People teach others things they need to survive.

            Nny idly wondered if he should be asking more important questions – like how does one become as emotionless as you, or how he viewed the world – but as it was, this was too surreal.

            There was a siren, and it slowly grew in sound until it was right outside.  Michael looked at the window, following the sound until it was gone.

            “Why are you here?”  Michael looked back at the boy, then shook his head.

            I am going home.

            “Don’t let me stop you, then,” Nny muttered, starting to stand.  Michael’s hand lashed out, and suddenly Nny was back in his grasp, inches away from his face.  Those dark eyes examined him, and held his in a hypnotic gaze.  Finally, he let go, and Nny stood, quickly stumbling to the bathroom and shutting the door.

            He looked around the dirty room, and frowned at the blades with dried blood on them, sitting in the sink and rusting.  Sighing, he turned on the tap, and put the hot water on full.  It started to steam, and the mirror fogged up.

            He didn’t hear the door creak open, but he certainly felt Michael’s presence, and turned, eyes narrowed.  “What?” he growled.  Michael tossed a note onto the ground, and the youth bent down on his knees to retrieve it.

            There is a connection between us, it began, and already Nny’s breath was coming faster, And they say that it could be a valuable asset to me, to have this connection.  I don’t care, of course, but if it can help me...  This meeting is about to get a lot worse on your end; just a precaution.

            The boy barely finished reading the note, when Michael pounced on him – and not at all pleasantly, because his hands gripped Nny’s shoulders so tight they bruised, and Nny shouted, “What the fuck?!” before the two hit the ground.

            They grappled on the ground for a few brief, frightening moments, but Michael’s dominance was soon asserted.  The masked man managed to shove Johnny over onto his stomach, holding his thin wrists above his head with one hand.

            “Get the fuck off of me!” Johnny shouted, trying to move his arms, but failing.  Michael growled lowly, and when Johnny began to shout again, he covered his mouth with his free hand.  He lay flush against Johnny’s back, heavy breathing the only sign of exertion.  Johnny struggled more, muffled curses escaping into the room, but Michael simply tightened his grip on the thin youth’s wrists, to the point of bruising.

            Johnny was not amused by this.  He growled ferally and leaned his head forward, gaining access to the softer skin of Michael’s palm.  Taking a bit of the flesh between his teeth, he bit down.  Hard.

            At first, he couldn’t tell if Michael had even felt his teeth, so he bit down harder, and tasted the metallic flavor of blood.  The flow of blood caught Michael’s attention, and he snarled into Nny’s ear, pulling his hand away.  This distracted the masked man long enough for Johnny to free an arm.  He swung up and tried to grab the counter, to pull himself up, but instead, his hand landed on the soppy bar of soap, knocking it over and onto the floor.  Hissing, he continued downwards and fiercely gripped the hair of Michael’s mask.  With a firm tug – intended to pull the other forward – he ripped the flimsy latex face off of the other, who snarled again, using his free hand to shove Nny’s back down.

            “Get the fuck off me!” the youth growled again, shuddering as he felt Michael slide against him.  God, this was very, very bad.  There was too much contact, and Johnny just couldn’t think straight.  All he could think of was gaining the “upper hand,” so to speak.  And boy, did he ever fight to gain it.

            He managed to get himself on his side, and Michael spun him so that his shoulder hit the hard tile forcefully.  It ached, but now Nny could see the other’s face.

            It was scarred, but not to the point where he didn’t even look human.  The burn scar at the nape of his neck to his shoulder was larger than he had previously thought, and the thin scar on his lips seemed more defined in the harsh, dim light of the bathroom.  His eyes were dilated, and Nny took this as a sign of instinctual thought going on.

            Michael hissed, and Nny narrowed his eyes, trying to push the other off, hoping that the connection from before was still there.  The shape took his hands and put them on Nny’s collarbone, slamming the boy back down onto the floor, his head dully hitting the tile.

            “Fuck!” the youth shouted, and shoved back, managing to bring himself up a bit; they seemed to be in a strange sort of sitting position, with Michael in the other’s lap.  The scarred killer pushed at Nny, eyes burning holes through his, and Nny took the only course of action that had helped him so far – he bit the burn on the other’s neck, and he made sure his somewhat sharp canines drew blood.

            With their chests pressed against each other, Nny could feel the other’s heart start racing, and he once again tasted blood.  This time, though, there was less resistance, less anger from the other.  He growled, and his eyes widened when Michael tilted his head slightly, groaning under his breath.

            Then, he smirked internally.

            He could make this work.

            His left hand reached up and pulled the other’s head away, and he pushed with his body against Michael’s.  He was only slightly surprised when the other let him, and pulled his mouth away from the wound.  Before Michael could register this, the youth had pulled away and was licking his lips, struggling to get his legs unwrapped from the other’s waist.  The scarred killer’s eyes narrowed, and he leapt forward.  Nny howled as his head connected with the edge of the bathtub, and saw spots for a moment, before being pulled back under the other.

            Now, there was desperateness to the other’s frantic hissings and then there was biting, a definite type of payback.  Instead of the one solid, deep bite Nny had done, there were many sharp nips and one or two actual blood-drawing bites.  The youth couldn’t help squirming under the other, but yelped when all of a sudden, the one on top of him grabbed his shirt’s collar and ripped the fabric straight down the middle.

            “Motherfuck- shit...”  Michael’s teeth worked against the boy’s now exposed collarbone, and then there was the desperate grinding of hips.  Nny definitely felt that, and started shouting.  “Get off!  You fucking sick asshole get off now god get off now!”

            Michael looked up at him with a look that plainly stated, You’ve got to be kidding me, and ground his hips against the other’s, harder, making sure that they both knew who was getting turned on by this.  Nny’s breath hitched, and so did his hips, but he continued to shout for the other to get off of him, and to get away, because he was going to fucking kill him.  The other simply went back to biting the youth’s shoulders, working lower.

            Enraged by Michael’s blatant disregard for his very angry feelings, the youth swiped at the other, leaving long gashes down the other’s cheek.  Michael made an exclamation, and bit down sharply on his collarbone.  It was a warning, but Nny didn’t take it.  He shoved against the other, and finally, Michael stopped, raising himself to look directly into Nny’s eyes.

            Stop me yourself, he plainly said with his eyes.  Because I am not stopping for you.

            “Get off,” Nny tried again, weakly.  The other’s eyes narrowed slightly, and one eyebrow raised as he slipped a hand between them and pressed firmly against Nny’s erection.

            If he could’ve, he would’ve said the following:  “Your mouth says no, no... but your body says yes, yes.”

            Nny let out a shuddering breath, and shook his head.  “Get off.  Now.”  His voice was laced with venom, and Michael sighed, slowly moving back.

            He wasn’t necessarily doing it for Nny, but he didn’t want to just go for it.  Especially if this stupid kid kept bitching all the time.

            But, then again... his niece had done the same.  And he had gotten through to her...  And what his instincts said was that he really, really needed to let go right now.

            Nny almost thought he was home free, when Michael’s hand reached out and looped around his neck, pulling him so close that their noses brushed.  He kept the boy like that, staring him down, and even though Nny would deny it, there was a very strong smell of fear radiating off of the younger one.

            The boy shuddered, and then his eyes widened.  While he had been staring the boy down, Michael’s free hand had steadily slipped inside the other’s pants.  With a gasp, Nny’s head tilted back, and Michael rubbed his calloused palm lightly against the other’s erection.  Using the now unguarded neck to his advantage, the scarred maniac leaned forward and bit down, roughly.  Nny yelped, and Michael wrapped his hand around the other.  He didn’t move his hand, and instead just licked and bit at the sensitive mark he had just left on the other’s neck.

            His little scheme worked like a charm, and Nny was soon twitching a bit, and then he began to grind his hips into the other’s.  Michael smirked against the skin, and pulled his hand out of the other’s pants, before pushing the other onto the ground.  Nny whimpered a bit, and Michael’s eyes glittered, because now he was completely unstoppable.

            His two hands tugged the youth’s tight pants over his legs, and maneuvered around them, tossing them to the side.  His mouth found a perfect spot at the boy’s non-existent stomach, and nipped the skin there, causing the boy to arch his back, groaning.  Michael pushed his jumper down over his shoulders, without moving his mouth from that expanse of skin, and slid the whole outfit off, easily.  He noticed the other still had his boots on, but that really didn’t matter, did it?

            Nny watched this whole thing through half-lidded eyes, and somewhere, this clicked.

            He had done this before – oh, no, not like this exactly, but there had been a bathroom, and there had been a girl, and there was the same motions, except this time neither had wanted to stop, and – oh, his thoughts were cut off by Michael’s shifting.

            God, he was sweating.  The water was still going, causing the steam to rise up and fill the room.  Michael slipped against him, and he gasped as they rubbed against each other.  The scarred killer pushed the boy’s legs apart, and Nny’s feet automatically propped against the counter and the wall, as if they had done this before.  He then shifted down a bit more, and pushed forward.  There was a sharp pressure, and Nny pulled back, trying to get away.  Michael’s head shot up and he watched the boy’s conflicting emotions with vague interest.

            Michael didn’t have conflicting emotions.  He pushed forward again, and there was nowhere for Nny to go, and the boy cried out, eyes closing.

            “Shit!” he hissed through gritted teeth, “Shit!”

            Michael shrugged and pushed forward, completely embedding himself in the other, before pulling back.  He didn’t want to give Nny time to recuperate – he wasn’t in this for him, after all – and slammed forward.  Nny gasped and yelped, eyes opening wider than they had ever before, and Michael’s body slid against his, hands raising the youth’s hips.  Michael didn’t slow, instead he quickened his pace, rough and fast and he caused Nny to slam his head against the wall of the bath.  His eyes squeezed shut again, but now he was pushing back with Michael, and he was helping keep a rhythm with the other.

            Michael’s thrusts grew rougher once Nny started panting, softly, and should anyone have seen his face, they would’ve saw pure, animalistic delight at the boy beneath him, writhing and gasping and panting for more.

            Nny didn’t know what was coming over him – but oh, god, did he feel torn up about it.  His legs were stretched out and he was gasping, and might as well have been crying for more, and he felt like a cheap internet whore, wearing stiletto heels and begging for Michael just  to fuck him.

            But he didn’t really focus on that, and focused more on the sensation that was building in his stomach-area.  It was like molten lava, and it burned in the most pleasant way he could ever imagine.  It was as if his whole body had gone up about thirty degrees and was now in the middle of liquefying his stomach.  Each thrust of Michael’s hips caused his head to hit the bathtub, and he groaned slightly.  He finally managed to open an eye, slowly, and nearly spasmed at Michael’s face.  It was so... angry.  Not necessarily angry as in mad, but just the general fierceness one would see on a wild animal.

            He leaned up, and Michael slowed for a brief moment, confused.  The youth grabbed the other’s shoulders, and wrapped his legs around the other’s waist, and then his teeth once again found that bruised bit of burnt skin.  Michael shouted, hoarsely, and fell forward, again putting Nny on his back.  But the boy didn’t notice this, and instead continued nipping and sucking and practically gnawing at the burn, moving with the other’s thrusts and letting himself go; the lack of caring, the pure ecstasy he felt by biting down on the flesh of someone as strong as Michael Myers... it seeped into his veins like some kind of drug.

            Michael moaned hoarsely, jerkily thrusting into the youth, who moved down to the other’s shoulder, biting down so hard that blood started to seep out of his mouth and slide down the other’s chest.  One or two more thrusts, more fevered than before, threw Nny over the edge so roughly that his vision grayed as he screamed against the other’s shoulder, nails digging into the other’s back and leaving angry red welts.

            Michael roared as he pushed into Nny the final time, before being thrown violently into a sort of bittersweet oblivion.

            They didn’t move for a very long time.

            Finally, Michael pulled away from the youth, who was gasping on the ground, trying to catch his breath.  Nny looked at Michael dazedly, and then realized that the other was bleeding badly from his shoulder.  And he had done that.

            It made him feel really good.

            The masked killer looked at him for a moment, and then reached up and turned off the water.  Nny snapped out of his daze, looking at the other dryly.

            “What the fuck was that?”  Michael silently wrote out a word on the mirror, before turning and leaving the room.  Nny looked at the word, slightly ashamed by it.

            Connection.

            He left the bathroom, and saw Michael laying on the couch, stretched out and totally nude.  His eyebrow quirked, and one of his many voices noted that he should mention that he was covered in blood and other human secretion, but the part that had stopped caring took over, and he slipped to the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of the couch.

            Nny finally looked back at the other, and noticed he was asleep...  He loathed that fucking state of being, but his whole body was more exhausted than it had ever been... and besides, he had already broken many of his personality traits today – why not another one?

            After all... what’s the worst thing that could happen to him in his sleep?

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