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Jason glared up at Vaas, “Fuck you.” he spat before launching himself onto the other man, straddling his hips – frowning momentarily as he felt Vaas’ still half hard cock rutting against his thigh, pressing into him obscenely. He was naked, both of them were, and without his weapons – the only thing that he had to defend himself were his own fists and he wasn’t arrogant enough to think that he didn’t have a disadvantage. He was taller than Vaas, but Vaas was bigger than him – he was built with more muscle and he was probably a lot more skilled at taking someone down only using hand to hand combat.
Still, he wasn’t going down without a fight. Something inside of him, some switch inside of him flipped – ‘Killing feels like winning’, a cruel voice in his head told him, reminding him of what he had said before, urging him on to kill. To win. To beat Vaas at his own sick, fucked up game. And Vaas was off guard right now and in this moment Jason had the upper hand but he wouldn’t for long if Jason kept getting lost in this fuzzy head space.
- Part 10 of Kinktober 2018