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Dan pulls the door closed behind him, clicking the latch but not locking it. Daniel whines under his breath but doesn’t speak. He knows asking Dan to lock it would most likely result in him leaving it completely open. Daniel has to admit they’re unlikely to get caught. They're upstairs at a house party and The Monster Mash is blasting so loud the door is practically rattling on its hinges.
Despite this, Dan had apparently heard Daniel whine because his eyebrows have arched just slightly. Daniel’s impressed by how intimidating he is despite still wearing glittery cat ears (Kevin had insisted when Dan had turned up to the party in a t-shirt). Dan doesn’t speak, just gestures to space before the large free-standing mirror in the corner.
‘The mirror?’ Daniel asks.
‘Get on your knees facing it,’ Dan clarifies as he grabs the chair from the desk. Daniel walks over, glancing at Dan once more before he gets down on the floor. Dan sets the chair down behind him and sits, caging Daniel between his knees without touching him. Daniel feels a prickle go right across the surface of his skin.
He knew what Dan liked. So he’d known the risk when he’d smeared on the fake blood. He’d known the scenario existed when Dan took one look at him and pounced. Perhaps he'd even been hoping for that.
But what he hadn’t expected was for Dan’s eyes to go flat like a predator the moment he’d spotted him. Without pausing Dan had taken the beer bottle out of Daniel’s hand and muttered at him to get upstairs now.
And so here they were. Daniel on his knees looking at his own blood-splattered face as Dan leans close to take a deep breath of the smell rising from his skin. He’s removed the cat ears. Daniel drums his fingers on his knees, palms tingling with anticipation.
‘Lose the t-shirt,’ Dan says and Daniel wriggles out of his ripped t-shirt obediently. There’s a little staining on his chest from the fake blood but otherwise his skin is pale and clean. In the mirror, he can see Dan’s predator’s eyes trailing over his skin like a physical touch. It feels like it’s burning. Daniel can feel his nipples peaking in the cool room and under Dan’s gaze.
‘I want to try something,’ Dan says and Daniel swallows but nods. ‘Hands behind your back.’ Daniel complies, hands gripping opposite forearms. Dan produces a length of rope from somewhere on his person and Daniel decides not to tease about Dan coming to the party as a serial killer. Dan checks the knot is firm before he shifts forward, pulling Daniel’s shoulders against him. Daniel can feel the heat of Dan’s skin through his jeans and it’s making him lightheaded.
Dan tells him to look into the mirror and Daniel looks straight ahead. It’s only when he feels something wet that he realises Dan is tracing the flat edge of a knife over his skin leaving something sticky and red in its wake. Daniel yelps, trying to bolt but Dan’s other hand is firm on his shoulder. Dan shushes him and tells Daniel to look in the mirror again.
‘Is that real?’ Daniel asks breathlessly. Dan turns his palm up and runs the blade across it barely leaving an indent in his skin. A prop.
‘So jumpy,’ Dan says, clearly amused that he'd got the reaction he wanted as he kisses the side of Daniel’s head. Daniel grumbles, embarrassed. He guesses the fact there’s no pain should have been a giveaway. He can see himself flushed all up his chest in the mirror. The fake blood is glossy on his skin. Dan sucks his earlobe before nipping it. Daniel gasps softly.
‘Sit nice and straight for me,’ Dan says, fingers lightly guiding Daniel’s head. Daniel sits up and Dan traces the knife down the centre of his chest. Daniel shudders. Even knowing — having seen — the knife is blunt he can’t help the kick in his pulse. Dan drags the knife to Daniel’s nipple and that’s worse than the thin skin on his chest. Dan flicks the pinkish-brown bud with the tip of the knife and Daniel yelps again. Dan chuckles.
‘I wish I could make you bleed for real,’ Dan mumbles into his ear, sucking at his lobe again. Daniel moans without meaning to. ‘Would you like that, baby?’ he says, voice curving with his smirk, ‘Want me to get you all red and wet?’
Daniel whines, cheeks burning as he strains against the rope around his wrists. He wants to turn into Dan, wants to kiss his mouth, wants to suck his dick. The knife pokes him just under the chin and Dan doesn’t need to tell Daniel to look in the mirror again. Daniel watches Dan’s eyes trace down his body. The fake blood has dripped down to his waistband and he’s very obviously hard in his jeans. Dan hums thoughtfully.
He sinks a hand into Daniel’s hair, pulling him back and to the side as he hooks a leg around him. The sole of his trainer ends up flat between Daniel’s thighs. He gasps sharply at the sudden pressure. He can see Dan looking him over in the mirror, adjusting his position so he can still see most of Daniel’s body, even with his heel pressed to his dick. Daniel grunts as Dan grinds his heel a little.
‘Keep breathing,’ Dan instructs and Daniel sucks in a breath. Dan brings his knife back, freshly sticky with fake blood. He drags it down the rungs of Daniel’s sensitive ribs. Daniel’s hips twitch into the pressure of Dan’s heel. Dan chuckles, tracing the knife back up Daniel’s side. Daniel shudders hard, relieved that the knife is blunt. Dan bites Daniel’s ear again and he grunts, arching up.
‘Look at me,’ Dan says, licking Daniel’s cheek. Daniel forces his eyes to focus on Dan in the mirror. He whines softly as Dan bites his cheek. When he pulls back Daniel can see the marks his teeth have left on his skin. His hips twitch forward again. He’s burning inside and out now. His cock is throbbing and the pressure is almost painful. Dan hums, the heel of his trainer pressing down as Daniel writhes up.
The sticky knife digs into Daniel’s ribs and the dull pain makes the pleasure pulsing between his thighs all the more acute. Dan grunts, biting his cheek again as Daniel squirms.
‘Yeah, baby, just like that,’ Dan says as Daniel’s eyes roll back and his hips thrust helplessly against Dan’s heel. Daniel can feel Dan’s eyes hungrily watching in the glass. He feels exposed and on display but he can’t stop the roll of his hips.
He’s so close his thighs are trembling as his muscles clench uncontrollably. Dan licks his throat and Daniel groans, arching around Dan’s leg as he orgasms into his underwear. He goes limp, flopping back against Dan.
‘So good,’ Dan says, kissing all over his face. He loosens the knot and unties Daniel’s arms. Daniel huffs and giggles. His underwear is sticking to his skin uncomfortably. The fake blood is starting to dry tacky on his chest as well but he doesn’t care. In the mirror, as he rubs the feeling back into his arms, he can see scratches from Dan’s knife over his ribs and chest.
‘You cut me up,’ Daniel says, turning his head to nuzzle Dan.
‘Too bad,’ Dan says, kissing his lips. Daniel laughs as Dan kisses him again. They kiss for a long moment before Dan pulls back. He stands making room for Daniel and helping him up off numb legs. Snagging his t-shirt and still feeling distinctly sticky, Daniel allows Dan to lead him back to the party.