[Frank is allowed to observe a trial of Dannys, for learning purposes ofcourse.]
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Frank watched quietly as Danny effortlessly threw a survivor against a hook. That was Dannys third sacrifice this trial and Frank squeezed his knifes handle, a mixture of jealousy and admiration at the ease of which Danny blew through them all.
Frank had been watching Danny carefully the entire match, making sure to only stay on the outskirts of the realm. He had kept low and hidden within shadows. Frank had a clear view of most of the area as he remained squatted on his heels atop a balcony, which overlooked the main road.
Frank recalled the moment the Entity made contact with him after his last trial with Danny. It seemed pleased with his progress and the threat of being deprived of trials did not come up in their conversation. The Entity granted Frank permission to observe one of Dannys trials for learning purposes only and made a point to Frank to stay out of Dannys way.
There was one remaining survivor and Frank watched as Danny stood in the middle of the road, seemingly frozen. Frank could not deny the menacing aura that Danny gave off, he seemed to drip with ill-intent as he stood under the street lamp. Frank tucked a finger under the collar of his shirt and pulled it away from his neck, allowing the cool air to brush his warm skin.
Danny suddenly shot his head towards his right, facing the preschool now. Danny seemed to hear something that Frank could not and Frank looked in the same direction, leaning forward slightly on the balls of his feet as his fingertips touched the floor, keeping him up. Danny suddenly crouched low to the ground and began making his way towards the small playground and into the preschool hallway which was lined with lockers.
Frank immediately stood to his feet and grabbed the edge of the balcony, situating himself on his stomach before dropping down to the grass with limited sound. Frank turned and crouched low himself, slowly and quietly making his way towards the direction Danny went. Frank reached the doorway to the long dimly lit hallway and found Danny standing in the middle with his back towards Frank, Dannys head tilted to the side – listening carefully.
Danny then began slowly walking past the lockers, dragging his gloved fingertips across them as he passed. Danny then stopped at the second to last locker and turned to face it completely. Frank watched with baited breath as Danny lifted his blood soaked blade to the locker and pressed it’s tip against it. Danny dragged the tip of his blade down the locker making an obnoxious screeching sound and Frank could hear panicked whimpers come from behind its doors.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me…” Frank said under his breath, shaking his head.
Danny laughed deep within his throat before swinging the locker doors open and grabbing the center of the survivors shirt, meanly throwing him to the ground. The survivor was injured already and awkwardly tried to stand to his feet from his hands and knees but Danny kicked his bum and the survivor flung forward onto his stomach. Danny rolled his neck and shoulders while circling the survivor, brandishing his knife.
Danny teased the survivor, something Frank noticed he did often. Frank realized Danny took true pleasure in toying with survivors and relished in their fear of him. The survivor tried to speak but only gurgling came from his mouth and he coughed up blood and spit onto the dirty floor. Not to Franks surprise, the survivor began to crawl at a painfully slow speed on their stomach to the opposite end of the hallway, leaving a trail of blood. Danny followed the survivor as he crawled, Dannys hands loose at his sides.
“Atta boy, fight for your life.” Danny whispered.
Franks lips were dry from his mouth breathing and he licked them greedily as he watched the scene before him unfold. Danny then placed his boot on the survivors ankle, preventing him from crawling any farther. Franks mouth fell open slightly as he observed Danny straddle the survivors back. Danny then inserted his blade into the survivors side once before raising it high above his head to stab the survivors back more than a few times.
Though Frank was looking from behind and down the hall, he could still see the blood spatter from the sides and hear the familiar sound of blade into flesh. Danny then stood to his feet and looked down at the lifeless body below him. He reached into his cloak for his camera and Frank saw a bright flash. Frank winced in pain and he shot his head down to look at his hand which gripped his handle so tightly now, it was cramping. Franks fingers were locked in place and he had to remove each one from his knifes handle with his other hand. He placed his knife in his other hand and flexed the fingers of his cramped hand, observing they were trembling.
Franks body coursed with excitement and he raised he his head to look down the hallway at Danny, but he was no longer there. Franks eyebrows twisted in confusion and he rose to his feet, moving closer to the doorway of the hall. He slowly peeked his head in looking around for signs of Danny but found none.
“Where…” He mumbled to himself.
Though Frank had recieved permission from the Entity to observe Dannys trials, Frank couldn’t help but feel he had witnessed something too intimate. Frank preferred Danny didn’t know he was there at all and began to turn to leave for the exit gate. Frank stopped suddenly in his tracks and turned his head to the side, eying the hall where the survivor laid slain at the opposite end.
Frank was curious and wanted to see the dead survivor up close for himself. Frank turned on his heels shaking his head at himself as he entered the hall, quickly and quietly making his way to the survivor. As Frank approached he looked down and saw he did not recognize this survivor. Frank observed his wounds and was shocked to see how messy and wild they were, a stark contrast from how calm and collected Danny was. Frank scratched the top of his head over his hood, perplexed by Dannys personality. Frank shrugged and went to turn back down the hall before he heard what sounded like running water.
Frank looked in the direction to where the sound was coming from, noticing stairs that led to a basement. Frank recalled he was only somewhat familiar with this realm as he tip toed to the top of the stairs, straining his ears to listen. The sound was indeed flowing water, from a faucet. Again Franks cursiousity pushed him to take a few steps down to see what Danny was doing. As Frank practically crawled down a few more steps, Danny had come into his view.
Danny was meticulously cleaning his blade under the faucet, blood mingling with the water as it drained down the sink. Frank swallowed as he observed Danny had removed his cloak and draped it over the edge of a small bed next to a chest, him being in his black pants and boots. Franks heart raced as his eyes trailed down Dannys back, shocked at his fit and muscular body. Dannys mask remained on and his attention was completely on his blade as he continued to rub it with his thumb under the water.
Danny let out a carefree sigh as he lifted his knife above his head, observing his blade.
“So, how did I do?” Danny said as he flipped his blade around, observing it’s other side.
Franks entire body stiffened and he slowly rose to his feet on the stairwell.
“How- Did you know I was here the entire time?” Frank took another step down, blinking wildly behind his mask at Danny.
Danny laughed quietly as he turned the faucet off and placed his knife on top of his folded cloak. Danny turned around to face Frank while leaning his bum against the sink.
“You’re not very loud anymore but your painfully easy to see. You struggle to remain hidden.” Dannys voice was soft and light hearted unlike his usual remarks in Franks trials and Frank found it hard to feel offended.
Danny raised the back of his hand in front of his face, observing his fingernails. “Plus, the Entity let me know before hand.”
Frank scoffed before allowing his eyes to trail down Dannys chest and abdomen, it being speckled with blood.
“Well?” Danny asked.
Franks eyes widened as he returned Dannys stare, confused.
“Well, how did I do?” Danny repeated, shifting slightly against the sink.
Frank stared in disbelief unsure if Danny was being sarcastic or not.
“I…Good. You did good, man…” Frank stammered.
Danny chuckled and Frank knew he was amused by his nervousness. Frank could not deny he was attracted to Danny and had been for some time.
Danny lowered his head to Franks waist before speaking again.
“How’s that nasty bruise of yours? Still can’t beleive a pallet did that to you.” Danny said.
Frank actually had forgotten about it and lifted his shirt to reveal the wraps which still remained on.
“Oof…you never checked up on it?” Danny pushed himself off of the sink and gestured for Frank to come closer.
Danny sighed, shaking his head. “Let me see it, Frank.”
Frank hesitated briefly before walking up to Danny, allowing him to remove his beloved jacket. Danny placed Franks jacket carefully onto the nearby bed before returning his hands to the bottom of Franks shirt. Danny lifted Franks hooded shirt up prompting Frank to lift his hands in the air, the hood pulling on Franks hair as he lifted it off of his head, pulling on his hair messily.
Franks mask lifted slighlty and he was quick to readjust it. Danny gently took Franks waist bringing him to the sink and Frank instinctively placed his hands on top of it. Danny cleared his throat before he began to unwrap Franks bandages. Frank squeezed his hands into a fist as he noticed they were trembling again, him being extremely nervous under Dannys touch.
“Did you notice what I did when they used their flash lights on me?” Dannys voice was quiet as he spoke behind Frank.
Frank did recall the survivors flashlights seemed to have zero effect on Danny but didn’t know why.
“No…how did you avoid the blind?” Frank said.
Danny continue to unwrap Franks bandages slowly, his chest almost touching Franks back everytime he reached in front of him.
“Our masks. Keep your mask pushed slightly forward and look down into it…it works every time.” Danny chuckled and Frank found himself laughing with him, wishing he would have thought of that.
“Well…it’s almost gone. You still have some very light bruising but I dont think you need these bandages anymore.”
Danny then brought his fingertips to Franks side and pushed in slightly.
Frank gasped loudly and gripped the sink, his expression mortified behind his mask. Frank found himself aroused and bit his lip, shaking his head.
“Oh, Im sorry…did I hurt you?” Danny asked, his voice low.
Frank let out a nervous laugh. “Hah, no. No, I’m fine.”
Dannys hand lingered on Franks side, neither of them making any attempt to move. There was a brief moment of silence and Frank tried to control his heart rate and breathing.
“Did you see me kill by my own hand?” Danny suddenly asked, and Frank knew he was grinning behind his mask.
“Yes…” Frank whispered.
“Well?” Danny replied.
Frank shifted slightly in his stance as he remained hovered over the sink.
“It was alright…” Frank said, forcing away a grin.
Danny hummed behind Frank and Frank gasped again as Dannys hand reached around to Franks lower abdomen, brushing the sensitive area with his fingertips.
“Just alright, huh?” Dannys voice was seductive and Frank could feel the tension in his body leaving as Danny placed his other hand on Franks waist now.
“How…how did you know he was in that locker? I don’t understand how you could know, there was no blood trail.” Frank bit his lip as Danny traced Franks v-line with his fingers.
Danny hummed again, ignoring Franks question. Frank closed his eyes as Danny slid his hands along Franks arms, settling on his own. Danny pressed his chest flush against Franks back before speaking.
“What did the Entity have to say about your progress?” Danny whispered into Franks ear as be nuzzled his mask on Franks shoulder.
Frank was having an extremely hard time focusing on Dannys question and cursed himself for breathing so loud.
“Its pleased…I think?” Frank replied, wanting more and more of Danny.
“Good, this is good.” Danny said, his words falling on Franks shoulder.
Danny then lifted one of his hands from Franks arm out of Franks peripheral. Frank heard Danny remove his mask and watched as Danny reached in front of Frank, placing it in the sink. Frank remained still as he continue to keep his hands on the sink, his eyebrows raised.
Danny then placed his hand back on franks, pushing himself against Franks back again. Frank wet his lips, a mix of excitement and anxiousness coursing through his body. There was another brief moment of silence before Danny spoke again.
“Is this something you want, Frank?” Danny asked, Frank knowing exactly what he was implying.
Frank turned his head to the side to eye Danny in his peripheral. His dark hair fell gracefully in front of his forhead, his eyes even darker. Frank lowered his eyes to Dannys lips which were a deep red, the corners of them rising. Danny was attractive and Frank turned to face the wall above the sink, his arousel getting more intense.
“Yes…yes it is.” Frank whispered, feeling Dannys hard on against his bum.
Danny then slowly planted his lips against the back of Franks neck, kissing down to where his shoulder blades met. Frank grinned wide as he looked down to his hands which were under Dannys. Frank observed more speckles of blood on Dannys hands and forearms, shocked by how blood was able to find it’s way under Dannys cloak.
Danny kissed back up Franks neck and Frank tilted his head back against Danny, promting him to kiss the side of Franks neck now. Danny removed his hands from Franks and gripped his waist again, squeezing.
Frank let out a quiet moan from the mild pain from his bruise and Danny froze. A grin formed across Dannys face and his lips lingered on the side of Franks neck and he squeezed again, applying more pressure to Franks bruise.
Another breathy moan escaped from Franks lips, him being embarrassed from his pleasure in his pain.
“I know you have great potential if you’d just stop giving up so quickly in your trials. Youre their Leader after all.” Danny spoke against Franks neck, his breath warm.
Franks eyes had been closed and he opened them, thrown off by Dannys words.
“I know this…” Frank said, his lips parting slightly as Danny began sucking gently. Danny removed his lips from Franks neck to respond.
“You cannot keep the attitude you have, it’s lazy…” Danny said and Frank could feel his pride slowly replacing the pleasure Danny was giving him. He was getting frustrated.
“Well it was never a problem before.” Frank said, gasping to another suck by Danny. Danny kissed his marks that he made on Franks neck before lifting off him slightly, his hands holding Franks waist.
“Its a problem now, though. Deprivation is dreadful…” Dannys voice was low.
Frank scrunched his eyebrows together in frustration. “Yes, I know!” Frank slammed a fist down on the sink, his face red from embarrassment and anger.
“I don’t need you reminding me, I’m painfully aware…” Frank said.
“Are you? Because I don’t think you are, Frank.” Danny said.
Frank clenched his jaw, turning his head to the side. Frank unwillingly recalled his time in deprivation. Recalled how it almost broke his mind.
Danny slid a hand in Franks hair and tugged briefly before letting go. Frank yelped and felt a wave of heat rush down to his crotch.
“Are you, Frank?” Danny tugged on Franks hair again, holding his head back this time. Frank swallowed as he stare up at the ceiling, his fingertips resting on the sink. Franks anger quickly dissapeard, wanting Danny to handle him this way more. It relieved him in ways that Frank could not deny, de-stressing him.
Danny chuckled quietly before letting go of Franks hair, Franks head returning to look down into the sink. Franks breath was even louder now as he felt Danny feel up his back and lingered on his shoulders.
Danny pushed his pelvis against Franks bum again and Frank moaned within his throat.
“Tell me. What is the biggest thing you should be prioritizing in your trials?” Danny asked, rubbing Franks shoulders.
“Uh…I don’t remember.” Frank said, annoyed Danny was talking about trials in the first place.
Danny tutted, shaking his head dissapointed.
“Mmno. No…think.” Danny replied and pushed again against Frank, more harshly this time. Frank gasped and gripped the sink again, his jeans feeling too tight now against his dick.
“I…I…need to…”
Frank furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember what he needed to work on the most.
“Yes?” Danny urged him on.
“I need to work on being more aware of my surroundings.” Frank blurted.
Danny patted Franks shoulder, before lowering his hands back down to Franks waist.
“Good. Very good, Frank.” Danny said and Frank welcomed his praise, grinning wide behind his mask.
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