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Psychopathy is defined as a mental disorder that lacks consciousness in their actions. They lack any empathy or remorse for the things they do, and use anyone around them. They live lives that seem normal, even acting as the perfect person that helps and understands everyone, despite their highly antisocial behavior. Psychopaths hide in shadows and stay quiet. Psychopaths know what they do is wrong. Their actions are bolder than their words, and often exhibit uninhibited behaviors, sometimes driven by impulse.
Sociopathy, often confused with psychopathy, is defined as a mental disorder where a person has a weaker consciousness of their actions, and explodes when confronted with their behaviour. They are characterized with blatant unstable behaviour, and when a sociopath doesn't like someone, they make it known. Most of the feelings they have are shallow and quick, like rage and annoyance over the simplest of things. Their actions are aggressive and reckless, and these people often find themselves in legal trouble very often. Unlike Psychopaths, Sociopaths can form very few bonds with people, only having a few close connections compared to the not that psychopaths have.
When Lando first looked at Oscar, he immediately knew something was different. The way he held himself, so stiff, so calm and collected. His smiles were superficial, his hand always cold in every handshake. Zak and Andrea loved Oscar from the moment they met him, and Lando would be lying if he said he didn't too. But while Zak and Andrea admired the charismatic charm of the taller, dark things brewed in Landos chest.
When Oscar first walked into the alley of a nearby club and saw Lando hunched over someone's rapidly cooling body, shrugging off his bloody hoodie, he didn't scream. Didn't run away. Didn't fear Lando like he should've. In fact, he only raised a brow, and opened his mouth to admit the dryest response Lando had ever heard.
"You really killed him with a pipe? Couldn't you have done it with literally anything else?"
It led to a strange dynamic between the two of them. They would rile each other up, get in each other's heads until it lead to one of them disappearing in the night only to come back smelling of thick iron to clean up.
When Lando and Oscar started dating, it was an unusual affair. No one really expects your murderer teammate to tell you that he could kill you if he wanted to. It made Lando's stomach lurch. It was as much of a confession as he could ever get, and it made his head dizzy with elation he had only ever experienced when he killed his first ever victim.
Strangely enough, Lando liked handing himself over to Oscar. Having someone so calm and collected in charge of him made him feel comforted in a way he never felt before, and it is only multiplied by the fact that Oscar is willing to take as much as he gives. Marks that last for days after, obsessive stalking, harsh punishments; Lando could cum just from thinking about it.
Lando loves Oscar in a way that makes him wish he would consume the older.
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Lando sighs, shoulders sore as he opens the front door, quietly shutting it behind him. He creeps carefully down the hall of their flat, not wanting to wake Oscar up, lest he make him annoyed.
It's a futile attempt, Oscar is laid on the couch staring at him anyways. He hums as he stares at the shorter.
"You're home late."
Lando scoffs.
"Sorry, some people get busy with things."
Oscars gaze rakes over him, as if trying to flay him open with his eyes only.
"...You're not wearing your hoodie anymore. You've got a stain on your jeans."
Lando quickly looks down, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Oscars right. On his knee is a huge reddish brown stain, but his jeans aren't scuffed from a fall or anything.
"Okay, fine. I went on a walk. So what."
He stalks a bit closer to the taller, until he's stood right behind the armrest that Oscars head is on, his brown eyes looking upwards at him.
"You killed someone."
Lando quirks an eyebrow.
"Did I, now?"
Oscar hums, shifting slightly.
"Don't play stupid, it doesn't look good on you."
Lando narrows his eyes at him before giving up, leaning over so he can kiss Oscars cheek.
"Killed some guy with a brick. It was pretty satisfying."
Oscar hums, eyes closing at the kiss, before sitting up and standing, stretching. Lando's eyes catch on the small expanse of skin that shows as his shirt rides up.
"Was it for a reason Orrr...?"
Lando shrugs, walking over to slide his hands greedily over his hips.
"Not really. He was just smoking some weed in the alley, tried to sell me some speed. Told him no, he got irate. I got annoyed, he got up in my face, and there was a nearby brick. He tried to call for help, but I just shoved his sock in his mouth."
Oscar hums noncommittally, leaning slightly into the touch.
"So you killed someone for no reason."
Lando narrows his eyes at him. Oscar's eyes hold a certain brightness to them. This motherfucker knows what he's doing.
"You're not any better, Mr. Piastri."
The corners of Oscars lips twitch up slightly, and slides his hands over his shoulders.
"You know... I was thinking about surprising you earlier."
Lando quirks an eyebrow, hands squeezing slightly. Lando hates surprises.
"What? What surprise."
Oscar shrugs, looking away, as if pretending to be in thought. Lando knows better.
"Was gonna kill that cashier who was flirting with you at the corner store. Leave her somewhere you'd find her."
Lando rolls his eyes, digging his nails slightly into the skin of Oscar's waist. It leaves little marks and a stinging sensation behind.
"Of course you would, you jealous prick."
Oscars eyes immediately find his, expression flat in a way that makes Lando excited.
"Like you didn't kill the DJ at that one club for trying to spike my drink?"
Lando pulls away, moving back to the hallway to go to the bedroom and change.
"He deserved it."
Oscar follows after him, landing a sharp smack to his ass in what Lando knows is as much of a teasing gesture as Oscar can make. It briefly makes the shorter rock onto the tips of his toes, and the dark thing in his chest curls happily at the warm throbbing that comes front the harsh gesture.
"You're always so sloppy though. Just look at you're jeans. You go through like, a hoodie every other week because you don't know how to keep it off of you."
Lando rolls his eyes as he walks over to their closet, opening it and pulling out a cotton shirt and some shorts. Oscar comes up behind him, a looming presence pressed against his back as he hooks his chin over his shoulder, no doubt hunched over with a shrimp-like posture. Lando scoffs.
"I don't want to hear it from you, babes. You practically bathe in it."
Oscar hums, hands sliding to wrap his arms around his waist.
"See, I like how it feels. You are just lazy, and sloppy."
Lando shakes his head softly, setting his clothes aside to turn around in Oscars hold.
"Should've known you were a freak."
Oscar looks down at him, and oh, Lando could burn to ashes here with the small smile Oscar has.
"You're just too impatient to notice the finer joys of life."
Lando turns back, shrugging off Oscars arms as he takes off his shirt and pants, pulling on the new clothes instead.
"I'm plenty patient, Thank you very much. You of all people should know that."
He hears Oscar hum lowly from behind him, and suddenly everything shifts. The hair on the back of Landos neck rises.
"Maybe I don't think you're so patient anymore. You're always an impulse, you never think before you do."
Lando shivers when lips barely brush against the shell of his ear.
"Maybe you just need to be tied down and taught a lesson."
Lando swallows thickly, body rigid.
"I'd like to see you fucking try, babes."
Oscar laughs, and fingers skitter gentle up across Lando's sides.
"I like you're confidence. You've always been so feisty. I wonder how long that'll last for."
Sweat collects at the nape of Landos neck already, and his eyebrows twitches on its own accord.
"You'd have to catch me first, and you're too unfit for that. Maybe I'll run out the front door, make you chase me out there. What then? Will you be patient? Or maybe you'll just give up and walk back home, and I'll win."
Oscars fingers dig into where he can feel the spaces between his ribs. His voice is dark, low when he speaks, and Lando could die here and be happy.
"You have no idea the things I'd do to get you back. Besides, you wouldn't be able to hide for long. You'll get tired, and messy, and you'll make a mistake that lets me catch you. You won't win."
Lando scoffs, gritting his teeth to feign indifference.
"Right."
A hand shoots up to grab at his jaw, squeezing tightly.
"I don't like you're tone, Lando. You're being too cocky."
The moment is frozen for one, two, three seconds, and in two more, Lando's elbow is being slammed into Oscars stomach.
It makes Oscar double over slightly, hands shooting down to hold where Lando had just slammed into with a choked out groan that teeters off into a breathy gasp.
Lando uses it. He runs down the hallway, practically sprinting. He's grinning the whole way, feet pounding against the floor.
Lando loves Oscar, because Oscar likes to play Lando's games. Well, maybe not like it, but Oscar doesn't just turn away and give up. No, Oscar fights back, and he fights back dirty.
He already knows he won't win; he just held down some poor bloke in the alley and beat him to death with a brick - that's gonna take some stamina out of a guy even as fit as Lando. The better part is that he just spent his time wandering the alley's, meaning he could use it to his advantage by getting Oscar lost and buying himself some time.
He hears a gritted out "you little shit" before Oscars footsteps are hot on his heels. It makes pure adrenaline shoot through Lando, who manages to make it to the entryway. He doesn't bother with his shoes or coat, just flings open the door and runs down the front steps of their flat and out onto the street. He can hear the door slam behind him, but he doesn't waste time looking back. He already knows Oscar is behind him.
Lando can't help but give a small elated giggle under his breath as he takes a sharp corner into the alleyway next to their flat, where he had just been not long prior. His heart leaps into his throat when he feels some fuck off broken bottle slice into the soft part of his foot, momentarily loosing momentum before pushing himself past the pain to gap Oscar again. The pavement scraped his feet as is, dirt stinging the small scraped and cuts.
As Lando turns sharply down to another alleyway, he listens as Oscar curses softly. He can hear his heaving breaths, his slowing pace, and it makes him feel a bit disappointed. It is pretty late, Oscar is probably too tired from the day to actually play. It's fine, Lando himself is already feeling a bit tuckered out, lungs burning and legs like jelly from over use.
"Lando."
He peeks around the corner, giggling.
Oscar looks up from where he's hunched over, heaving for breath, hands on his knees. His eyes are dark.
"If you keep running, I'm going to make this hurt later."
Lando can't help but grin as Oscar begins to stalk closer. He turns to run again, and listens to Oscar keep up shortly behind him. A bit further than before, but still close enough that if Lando makes a mistake, Oscar can catch him.
And a mistake is made all too soon. Lando finds himself face to face with a dead end as he slows to stop, chest heaving. He must've taken a wrong turn somewhere without realizing, too caught up in the running, to caught up in keeping the gap with Oscar-
Oscar steps into the alleyway not far behind him. His eyes scream satisfaction as he sees Lando standing at the other end of the alley.
"Dead end, huh? Looks like you're not getting away."
His accent seems to have thickened in the moment, and it makes Lando wonder if he's pushed to hard. Good. He wants this to hurt for later.
Still, Lando turns to face Oscar, narrowed eyes locking on him. Oscar must be stupid if he really thinks that Lando is not going to go down without some kind of fight. They've played this too many times for Oscar to think not.
Oscar steps closer, practically stalking him like prey.
"I caught you."
There's a sadistic smile on his face, and his tone is the closest thing to happiness Lando had ever heard. Not the loving happiness, of getting to see someone you love. No, the happiness of getting to see a treat you're about to dig your hands into like some animal, primal with need.
Lando shakes his head.
"Not yet, you haven't."
Oscar quirks an eyebrow, gesturing around them as he gets closer.
"You're stuck! Where else could you go, Lan?"
Oscar gives out a breathy laugh.
"I've caught you, and there's no one else around."
The final step Oscar takes closer to him, Lando launches himself from where he's stood frozen this whole time. He tries to get past Oscar, pressing himself against the brick as much as he can without loosing speed, like trying to press himself against the walls of the Bahrain track, and briefly, it works. He manages to get past Oscar.
But not far enough. Oscar catches his forearm in a tight grip, and shoves him against the wall. Lando lets out a gutteral noise, something akin to a growl as he grits his teeth, wide eyed as he stares at Oscar. Oscar grins back.
"Stop. Fucking. Running."
A surge of Adrenaline makes Lando act, and he sinks his teeth into Oscars arm without another thought. His jaw clamps down, pointed teeth sharp as they dig into his skin. It works, loosening Oscars grip on him enough for Lando to try and slip away from Oscar.
He doesn't go far. He stands with his back to the exit of the alley, watching Oscar as he turns, grabbing onto where the visible bite marks was left.
"You fucking bastard."
He grins, shaking his head as he laughs at Lando.
"I'm gonna beat you're fucking ass."
He surges for Lando, and Lando tries to move away, but it's a second too late, and Oscar manages to wrangle his arms behind his back, slamming him into the brick again. Lando gives a soft grunt when his teeth accidentally bite his lip, splitting it open and letting blood pour from it.
Oscar is heaving from where he's pressed up behind him.
"You're not going anywhere."
Lando doesn't even squirm, just looks over his shoulder and slowly, ever so slightly, grins at Oscar.
"You caught me."
It's like rolling over to show Oscar his soft underbelly, submitting in the purest form. The words leave Lando like a breath, tone filled with reverence.
"Congrats, babes."
Oscar laughs slightly, softly shaking his head.
"Oh, we're not done here yet, Lan."
Oh sweet Jesus. Lando would do anything if Oscar told it to him in that voice. He'd walk off a cliff edge, climb back up to it, just to walk back off it if Oscar wanted him to. He loves this man whole heartedly, soul consuming, with ever fucking bone in his grown body.
Lando doesn't often say 'I love you', but he would certainly lay himself open for Oscar to feast on willingly. He wonders if Oscar would thank him, blood dripping from his face after gnawing on his insides.
Lando offers a weak smile, can feel the blood dripping off his chin.
"What, was catching me not enough? Greedy.."
Oscar scoffs, nails digging into the soft part of the shorters wrist.
"Is your goal to annoy the fuck out of me? Because it's working."
Lando giggles.
"I mean, now that you mention it.."
It absolutely was. Making Oscar annoyed and pissed off now meant that he would have an even harsher punishment when they got home. His whole plan was to stretch Oscar as thin as possible, until he was so annoyed with Lando, he wanted to hurt him in the ways that matter most.
Oscar levels him a nasty glare that could make even the FiA stewards piss themselves.
"You are such a little fucking shit."
Lando squirms slightly.
"Soooo.... You gonna drag me home now?"
Oscar chuckles deeply.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm gonna drag you home, and you know what? You're gonna regret being a pain in my ass when we get back, because the second we're home, you're mine."
Lando feels heat pool in his gut.
"Better get walking then, big guy."
Oscar grimaces at that, and something light settled in Landos ribcage, something close to fondness.
"Never fucking call me that."
Oscar flicks at Lando's head,making him wince.
"But I guess we should get walking, cause I'm not gonna carry you there."
Lando makes an uncertain sound.
"About that... You're probably gonna have to, babes. Cut open my foot on some glass while running, really starting to feel it now."
Lando grins up at him.
"Besides, what's hotter than being slung over you're shoulder and carried back home? It's like carrying the deer you hunted and shit down. Most rewarding feeling ever."
Oscar sneers at him.
"You're disgusting."
He hesitates before sighing, groaning softly.
"Fine. You're lucky I don't mind carrying you home."
Lando grins as hands release his arms from where they were kept behind his back, shoulders throbbing from the position. Oscar loves him so much, and Lando would do anything for him. A match made perfectly in the depths of firey hell.
He bends over, grabs Lando by the waist, and throws him over his shoulder. The movement makes Lando squeaks slightly before letting out a giggle into the fabric of the back of Oscars shirt where Lando is dangling now.
"Love you too, babes."
Oscars mouth twitches slightly, but he doesn't say anything, just walks.
Lando's surprised by how long it takes them to get back to the alleyway by their house.
"Man, I must've ran pretty far without even realizing it."
Oscar grumbles softly.
"Would've been home already if you hadn't fucking bit me."
Lando grins, arms moving to wrap around the taller's waist instead of letting them dangle.
"Can't let you have me that easy, Osc."
He shoves his hands under the hem of his shirt, nails scratching down his back.
"Don't you like it when we play, Oscar.."
Oscar grunts softly at the stinging from the scratches, digging his fingers behind Lando's knee, causing him to yelp out and squirm.
"Don't fucking scratch me."
Eventually they make it back inside their flat, and Lando starts to squirm as they get further and further into their home. Oscar just squeezes him slightly before walking into their bedroom, and heaving the shorter onto their bed, watching as he bounces slightly before looming over him.
Lando can't help but stare up at Oscar like he's made everything in his life; the moon, the sun, everything on this planet...
"I am so unbelievably in love with you, I think psychologists would do a case study about obsession from me."
Oscar stares down at him back, humming softly.
"That you are. You should see yourself right now, Lan."
Oscars hands take his wrists together, pressing them into the bed above his head. Lando can't help but giggle.
"Nah, I like the view I've got right now, thanks."
He tries to reach up to kiss Oscar, but the hold on his wrists stop him, making him frown.
Oscar gives a huff of a laugh through his nose.
"You like it when I hold you down?"
Lando tries again, but is still unable to succeed.
"Yes, but it would be a whole lot better if I could just fucking kiss you-"
The corner of Oscars mouth twitches slightly upwards.
"Not now. You really think I'm gonna let you kiss me after all that?"
Lando pretends to glance around before smiling with his teeth at him.
"Yes?"
Oscar shakes his head softly.
"No. No, I'm not. In fact, what I want you to do is strip for me while I go look for something."
And with that, Oscar pulls away completely, and Lando sits up. Oscar moves towards their closet and- Oh. An almost hurt noise leaves Lando's lips. That's what Oscar was going to get. He hurries to get his shorts, shirt, and boxers off, and sits at the edge of the bed.
Oscar looks pleased when he turns around, and it makes Lando's cock twitch slightly from where it lays rock hard against his stomach. He thinks that there should be a sign over him that says 'Look at me! You make me so fucking unbelievably turned on! Congrats!'
He can feel himself start to leak ever so slightly when he sees what's in Oscars hands.
It's his riding crop. Yes, his, because Oscar bought it, and Lando has only ever needed to (more like gotten to) use it on the other maybe a grand total of three times.
Oscar sniffs slightly, running his fingers along the metal bar of the crop.
"Go on. You know what to do."
And Lando does know what to do. And he wants it to happen now, so he wastes no time in flipping over, chest pressed to the bed while the balls of his feet root themselves to the floor. The stretch of his right foot makes the cut on it scream, and he briefly bites at their sheets before settling.
Oscar doesn't give him a warning, and Lando can't react in time as the crop whistles through the air before slapping down onto the back of his thigh. Jesus fucking Christ. A sharp gasp leaves him, a long with a very pained moan. He even rocks forward slightly from the force, and he can hear Oscar make an approving hum as he brushes the leather square against the most likely already welting mark that's been left. Lando can feel tears prick at the sensation, but not from pain. From pure euphoria. This was what Lando wanted.
Oscar clicks his tongue, and the leather square leaves.
"20, Lando."
Lando moans softly into the sheets before picking his head up to be heard.
"19."
This time, Lando relaxes when the next hit comes, yelping as it lands square on his ass. Some of the metal bars hit with it.
"18."
Like that, it becomes an unbearable rhythm, one that Lando can't predict where or when it will happen. Soon enough, he's flinching at even the soft touches of Oscar brushing the leather ends against his skin, so high strung.
Another crack, and tears are falling from Lando's eyes steadily as he moans brokenly. He can feel something slowly dripping from one of his ass cheeks. He kind of hope Oscar hit too hard and broke some skin open or something.
"Four, fuck- please.."
Oscar hums slightly, before the whistle of the crop smacks into the back of his calf, making him go up onto his tippy toes.
"Fuck! Three, holy shit, fuck, Oscar.."
Oscar lands a softer hit, and that's what fucks Lando up, makes him break into a sob.
"Oscar! Oscar, fuck please, please please please-"
"Give me the number, Lando, or we start over."
"Two- 's two, two.."
"Good."
He lands the final one across the back of both his thighs, and the gently brushes the leather up against his spine.
"On you're knees on the bed, Lan. Put your face in it."
Lando shakily does as told, body wrung out and begging to relax. He ducks down, chest to the bed, face buried in the sheets.
Lando knows that whatever Oscars about to do is gonna hurt like a bitch, and he thinks he has an idea, when his hand comes to brush against his calf.
"Lando."
Lando nods softly. Whatever it is, whether it breaks him or not, Oscar will put him together after.
He can hear as Oscar shifts, pulls the crop back, before landing a hit against Lando's right foot. Right over that fucking cut. It makes Lando scream into the blankets, voice breaking at just how fucking hard he's screaming, throat shredding itself as his hands curl into the bed. He's sobbing by the time he doesn't feel like he's about to pass out or throw up from the pain, and when his ears stop wringing, Oscar is brushing his fingers against his shoulder.
"Shh. You're okay."
Lando lifts his head, panting as he looks up at Oscar. When the taller meets his gaze, he takes a sharp inhale.
"Holy shit. Lando.."
Lando whines, head fuzzy, and even he knows he's in subspace.
It's not something that used to happen frequently, none of his ex's being able to be rough enough without getting freaked out about it, but Oscar steps up to the plate. Maybe because he likes the idea of having Lando as his, as something for him to play with and control for that short amount of time. Again, a match made perfectly in the firey depths of hell.
Lando pushes himself up onto shakey arms, whole body buzzing as he moans, whimpers, begs, cries at Oscar, voice slurring.
"Osc, Oscah please, pl'se, I need-"
Oscar, the ever loving boyfriend he is for Lando, understands him immediately, grabbing his chin and pulling him into a soft kiss.
"Good boy, Lando."
He moves to put Lando on his back, and slides his hand underneath his pillow before pulling out something glinting in the light.
He flicks it open.
A balisong.
Lando lets out a hurt noise at seeing it, something primal from the depths of his chest, the ugly thing that resides their briefly peeking its head out.
Oscar looks flushes as he runs the tip of the blade against Lando's skin, watching him goose pimple underneath it.
"You'll be a good boy for me, won't you Lando?"
Lando nods eagerly. Anything, anything Oscar wants, needs, Lando will do it. Lando can be good. Lando can listen.
Oscar hums as the tip of the blade reaches his hip, digs it in slightly and pulling it along to split open a cut, only a few centimeters long. The blood that sluggishly comes from it, he collects into his hand, pressing his fingers around the edges until Lando yelps.
With the blood, he slicks himself up with it. Lando doesn't need a whole lot of preparation, still a bit loose from the morning they spent in.
Lando whimpers as the blunt head of Oscars cock presses against his entrance sobbing softly. Oscar leans down to kiss his cheek before leaning to bite down wherever he can; his neck, chest, pecks, shoulders, collar bones, jaw.
He slowly pushes in, and Lando shudders at the slightly ache of it, a bit embarrassed that it's easier than it should be. He moans as Oscar pinches at one of his nipples, and he doesn't even waste any time on the pace, going straight to brutal, fast, delicious thrusts.
Oscar grabs at his jaw, squeezing it, shaking it back and forth slightly.
"You're such a fucking pain in my ass, its a wonder I haven't fucking killed you yet."
"Ah! Ah-ah-ahn- Osc- Oscar- I- Can't-"
Oscar clicks his tongue, coos down at Lando like he's a fucking idiot, and holy shit, Lando's about to cum.
"I think you can. In fact, I'm so sure you can, I'll make you."
He doesn't even get to stroke Lando's dick twice before Lando's back is arching, nails tearing through their flat sheet, wailing as he covers his stomach with ropes of cum, some of it even shooting up to Oscars chin.
He groans as Lando sobs, chest heaving, clawing his hands at Oscars arms. It isn't long before Oscar is gasping softly and filling Lando with his own cum.
Minutes go buy in silence with only their heaving breaths filling the air around them. It isn't too long before Lando gives Oscar an ecstatic grin, filled with euphoria.
"I love you so much. I hope you know that if you ever leave me, I will find you and whoever you're dating instead."
Oscar pulls out, wincing slightly before looking up at him. He offers a small, amused smile.
"Let's go stitch you're foot up, Idiot."