Chapter: Twenty One.

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Jameson had just made a turn for his right when he saw dark smokes a bit farther from where he was, he stopped in his tracks and traced the smokes to see that it was coming from a nearby tree. Jameson isn't the type who concerned himself with things that aren't any of his business, but he was curious this time and so he left his usual tracks home and walked towards the smokes instead.

As he neared the tree he could smell gasoline and leather, it was coming off too strong as the smokes became ticker.

"What the fuck is that?!"

Jameson wondered out loud, one hand clenching the straps of his shoulder bag. He wasn't by any means scared of anything, he has more than one weapon to kill anyone who dares to attack him, so deeper into the woods he went until he was close enough to see that the smoke was caused by a car crashed into a really tall tree.

Jameson stood and watched as more smoke filled the area he could barely see a thing even he himself was clouded amidst the thick smoke.

He didn't want to be there anymore and so he took a few steps backward before a thin fire appeared from under the car, he thought he saw something, but then a loud explosion followed throwing Jameson miles away from the burning car.

Jameson lay on his back and cursed, the wood was lit up by the fire and Jameson could see around him, the burning car now a skeleton of itself. Jameson dropped his head into the forest floor and closed his eyes.

That was intense.

The boy smiled at his own thoughts.

Next time, don't investigate.

Jameson actually laughed out loud this time but soon stopped when he thought he heard something. He quickly opened his eyes just in time to find he wasn't alone anymore.

A young man probably a few years older than he was stood in his vision, one hand stretched out offering Jameson to grab onto. Jameson smacked the hand away from his face and stood up immediately.

He wasn't weak, he could help himself. He has been helping himself since he was a child. No one else cared enough and no one else offered to help even when they knew he was suffering. When they knew he needed help. When he would beg them with his eyes seeing that he was too terrified to speak out loud for fear of his sister seeing him.

They all ignored him. Pushed and shoved him about. Called him names. Laughed at him. No one cared to ask the whipping boy why he sat alone at the corner crying.

Jameson glared daggers at the strange boy for a while before shoving past him and walking off into the woods without uttering a single word.

The boy was weird, his clothes looked old and tattered and he reeked of alcohol. Jameson didn't like the boy one bit, not with those eyes that seem to be burning into him. Jameson never felt anything and this strange boy was making him feel something, something he never wanted to feel ever again.

Weak.

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Jackson stood and watched the boy walk away from him like the hounds of hell were after him, the boy's black eyes were too dark that it made Jackson feel as though he was staring into eternity. His black hair matching the colors of his eyes, he has a baby face and small shiny red lips that looked too good to belong to a boy.

Jackson couldn't let this strange beautiful being escape him so he ran after him. The rain still coming only a little slower this time.

"Hey, wait up!" Jackson yelled at the shadows of the boy, he could barely see him. How is he walking so fast? Is he floating?! He chuckled at his stupid assumptions. Just because the boy was walking too fast doesn't mean he was floating. Who floats?! He rolled his eyes at himself and tried calling the boy again. "Hey!" He yelled before the boy vanished into the dark forest. Jackson paused and searched around him for the boy but found no one.

He was alone.

But how was that even possible since the boy was just right in front of him? Jackson felt sweaty but he didn't stop looking for the boy. "I know you are still here. Why don't you come out and let's talk? I promise I won't bite, well not unless you want me to." He smirked then stopped spinning around.

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Jameson observed the other from the tree he has made to blend himself into, he could never be seen by anyone only if he wanted to be seen. He has never seen a boy that good looking his whole life and the fact that a boy like that would want to talk to him beats his imaginations.

It could be a trap! Jameson hissed as a snake would then he emerged from the tree. No one sets a trap for Jameson. He can't be seen and he can't be caught.

Jackson was beyond shocked when he felt a hand grab onto his neck and a cold object pressed into his throat not too hard to kill him but enough to be painful and bleed. Damn...the boy is good. Jackson smiled but stayed quiet for good long measures before he raised both hands gently and place them on his head in surrender.

Jameson didn't understand why he couldn't just slit this stranger's neck and leave with his heart.

"I promise, I mean you no harm," Jackson spoke ever so softly and it made Jameson dizzy and weak and the boy surprised himself by falling into the other's neck and breathed him in. He smelt of alcohol and something else that made Jameson's mouth water and his member came to life.

Jackson's breath hitched in his throat when he felt the other boy blew air on his neck through his nose. Jackson's eyes fluttered shut on their own as his hands came down slowly, his breathing rough and hard.

Jameson's guards let down fast as his dagger came off the boy's neck. This has never happened before, once his weapons are out they seek blood and destruction.

Not surrender.

He tried to control himself but he lost the fight when he lost his grips on his dagger and it fell into the forest floor. Jameson didn't pick it up rather his hands rested on the other's neck and he caresses the soft skin hidden in the brown leather jacket the boy wore. Jackson fell into the boy's surprisingly hard chest and took in harsh intakes of breaths, his eyes shut off from the world.

Jameson couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was in the middle of his favorite forest with a complete stranger in his arms yet for once he couldn't bring himself to kill. Jameson's hand traveled down into the boy's jacket and disappeared in the boy's soft chest and ever so gently feathered across the boy's nipple and Jackson moaned out loud. The sound music to Jameson's ears and intoxicating.

Jameson has always known the smell of blood to be intoxicating and that could drive him mad. Now he's having a second thought. This boy right here was driving him mad with new desires. Desires that excite and scare him all at once.

This had to be the best night of Jackson's life and for once he was glad he made that decision and left Eric's place when he did. Though it was foolish of him to be drinking while driving with the storm pouring hard making it harder for him to see through but if that hadn't happened he wouldn't have missed directions and ran out of the road stumbling into the forest and eventually crashed into that tree.

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Jameson held the other boy tight to his chest as Jackson pressed into him. Jameson's lips parted and he bit into his lower lips. Jackson groaned and pushed Jameson's back into a tree. The moon gave it's light upon them as Jameson's black eyes burned into Jackson's brown ones all restraints were let loose as Jackson slammed his lips into Jameson's, capturing the red lips in a sizzling and very much heated kiss.

Jameson drank the strange boy in hungrily as his nails dug into Jackson's brown hair pulling him even harder into himself as they kissed.

They kissed for good measures before Jameson pulled his lips apart with so much force that their lips made a smacking sound as they freed. Jackson bit down into Jameson's exposed neck causing the boy to moan out loud, Jackson smirked then captured his mouth once again but this time he drove his tongue deeper into Jameson's mouth tasting everywhere he could. Jameson was burning with desires so intense that he went crazy with Jackson's tongue down his throat.

Jackson couldn't get enough. There's just something with this stranger that keeps pulling him in so he pulled Jameson's hair back and the boy threw his head back in pure abandon giving Jackson the opportunity to bite, suck and mark his neck as if it were owned by him.

Jameson had leaked so much wetness that he felt sticky under his thighs and with much-needed strength he shoved the boy away from him, picked up his shoulder bag that was laying half-buried in the grass of which he has no memory of dropping, then he trudged wearily into the dark woods his legs shook as he went, they felt like jelly under him as he stepped on them, his breathing was still coming out roughly and he felt Tingle's all over. Some part of him wanted desperately to run back to the other boy and offer that he come home with him and another part said no.

He has always been alone.

He didn't need anybody.

He never needed anyone.

And it's not going to start now.

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Jackson watched the retreating back of the boy and a very fulfilled smile glued on his face filling his soul with a comfortable warmth. The rain had long stopped and dawn was peeking from the horizon. Jackson followed quietly behind the other boy as he went deeper and deeper into the woods until they got to a beautiful black painted treehouse with a little clearing around it. The house was well hidden in so much that it would never be discovered. Somehow Jackson could feel that there was more with that treehouse than meets the eye.

Jackson stood still and watched as Jameson climbed up and into his treehouse. He smiled, turned around and walked back into the woods.

"Goodnight angel."

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Jameson threw his bag aside and fell into his bed, his head all messed up as he tried to get the hangs of what had just happened out there. Nothing made sense to him. He was flat out confused with the whole thing.

Why couldn't he kill the boy?

What stopped his dagger from digging into that chest?

Why did he kiss him?

What about the heart? Jameson hissed at that thought.

"No. That heart isn't meant to be taken." Jameson almost jumped out from his bed when he heard that word, but been who he was he didn't. What he did do was open his eyes to look into the dark shadow before him a happy smile found its way to his lips.

He knew who had just spoken to him.

Jameson rolled over and smirked.

I knew you were behind me. Jameson almost laughed at the thoughts of the other boy thinking he didn't know all along.

"But I am no angel."

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