Self Portraits [open]

[August Hewelt]

More biting. August loved the biting, it wasn't his favorite thing that someone could do, but it was by far his favorite that could be done without a device of some sort. He wasn't sure what it was about the teeth, maybe it was knowing that someone's lips were close to his body, and the penetration of skin by the teeth on certain parts of the body could send shivers of delight coursing throughout his body. August wanted him to do more to him. To find something and truly hurt him. Not just this petty biting and scratching stuff. Though maybe the biting could stay.

He had bitten down rather hard on his neck and August could feel a little bit of blood starting down his neck, not much though. The long nails, for any guy, that Guy had dug into his chest, a short distance from the scars Lucy had given him days earlier. They dug in deep and he let out a moan, trying to keep it quiet as he felt them sink into his skin.

When Guy lifted his head up to look down at him a moment, and his hand moved from his chest, August started to lift his head up a little, wanting to try and see the marks on his chest. He wanted to see it. It was an odd thing about August, he wanted what someone did to him to be a surprise, most of the time, but after it was done he wanted to see the damage done. He wanted to see the blood. His blood always made him smile. No one else's blood would make him feel that way.

The hand grabbed at his hair and he was pulled close again. The kiss was more like the first few ones had been, painful in a way. Definitely started in a forced manner. Was it weird that he preferred these to the gentle ones? In others' minds it probably was.

[Guy Bishop]

<sup>Guy was not going to let August look if he could help it. He was going to be cruel and hurt him-because well-because he knew August wanted the pain...maybe not mentally but he knew he wanted it physically and to be honest, Guy wanted to put the emotion (and physical) strain of what he'd just been through on anyone-August was just that man.

His arms let go of August and now he held himself up while leaning forward as he gently kissed (followed by nipping, then an occasional harsh bite) his way down to the man's navel, before he sat up again. He let out a little groan before he stood up-clearly he was turned on by the bulge in his pants.

"Don't open your mouth," he grunted roughly. Gently he bent downwards and started taking off his shoes. He hurriedly took the strings and unwound them and kicked them across the cell before he took something out of his socks, than worked his pants off so his pale body (hurt by many drugs) was clad in a pair of dark blue boxers. And whatever was in his hand.

Quickly he found his way back onto the bed, feeling much more relaxed now. He examined August's body quickly before he pinned the man's hands back again and took the small, sharp piece of glass out of his hands-he always carried it but never used it in fear of isolation-in this case, he could see nothing going wrong, but then again, he was really turned on by these acts.

Now he found what looked like an old scar-he didn't really want to open it but he assumed it would be rather painful-what August was really looking for, and he dragged it as deep as his body would allow before he pulled it back out-it made a sickening squelching noise...Maybe Guy had gotten it too deep.</sup>

[August Hewelt]

August wasn't able to see what had been done as Guy's head was in the way. His hands had been released and one moved to the back of Guy's head as he felt him kissing down his upper body. A few mmm's came out as he could feel the nips and he gripped his hair when he would bite down harder, the grip loosening when Guy's teeth released from his skin.

When he felt weight being lifted up from him, he turned his head as Guy stood up. He couldn't help but smile as he saw the bulge in his pants. August hadn't gotten turned on by someone hurting him many times before, but he'd never seen anyone getting turned on while hurting him. They were all usually turned on they started to hurt him during the process, not the other way around.

Don't open his mouth? What did that mean? Why wouldn't he be able to open it? Was Guy embarrassed about the fact that he was poking through his pants? His eyes didn't leave as he watched him strip down to his boxers, and he was curious about what he had taken out of his socks and was now holding in his hand.

It seemed that almost as quickly as the weight of Guy had been lifted off of him, it was back on as he climbed back on the bed. His hands were pinned back up above his head, Guy really liked doing that, maybe he felt that it gave him more control. August was certain that that was the only or at least the main reason someone pinned another's hands down.

The glass was placed against his skin, over one of his recently closed up scars. As it dug in deep, he bit down hard on his lip, his eyes clenched tight, as his chest started moving up and down rapidly. As it was removed he heard the noise it made. He'd never heard a noise like that before and he let out a shaky breath, followed by a breathy

"oh god"

[Guy Bishop]

<sup>"Should you-No, fuck it." For a moment, Guy had let himself slip, letting the moment go. Had thought for just a second that he'd hurt August too badly for once, because he was pretty sure any kind of squelching sounds resulting from glass inserted into flesh were bad. Also, there was the fact that it was bleeding profusely.

Well maybe it wasn't that bad-but bad enough that Guy could feel the blood on himself. He grimaced for a second, then found a slight liking for the warm sensation that was pooling up near his hand. "Screw this," he threw the glass to the side angrily.

This was turning him on to such a high point, and he wondered briefly if August was a bottom or top, but he didn't care much. The acts he was performing were turning him on-but he also knew in the back of his head that they were really dangerous. Only if August complained would he bother going to get the glass piece again but for now-for now, Guy thought he could take care of August on his own.

His arms moved down quickly and picked at the button and zipper on August's pants, his hands trembling and encountering difficulty. It took him a solid two minutes to work the other's pants off, during which he growled viciously and began to sweat out of more pores, as well as mumbled at August to shut up in case he opened his mouth and said something along the lines of 'do you need help with that.'

That would just piss him off, and besides, he did get the pants off anyways. He tossed them to the opposite side of the wall before falling on top of August and kissing him roughly again.

Though he had greatly enjoyed the sensation of being in control and hurting this man, he more preferred the feeling of them scantily clad pressed against each other while Guy viciously worked at gnawing on August's lips as he moaned.</sup>

[August Hewelt]

August held his eyes closed as Guy paused for a second. For that brief moment he sounded as if he were concerned, even slightly, about August's well being, as the words he'd started to say sounded like he was thinking August should go down to the medical area to have himself looked at. There was a bit of relief in August when Guy seemed to suddenly change his mind. The young man did not want one of those people, the kind who were going to fret over every little cut they gave him. If there ever came a time when August was hurt too badly, he would let the person know...probably.

His eyes opened at again at Guy's words and was just in time to see him throw the piece of glass to the side. What was he going to do now? He wasn't sure how creative Guy was and thought he might need the glass. This was all thrown out the window when he saw his hands moving, moving down to his pants. Watching them tremble and take quite a bit of time unbuttoning, unzipping, and removing his pants, August wondered if it was nerves, the ritalin, the recent lack of drugs, or a combination of the three.

Normally if someone was having that much trouble, August would reach down and help them, but the way Guy was growling and mumbling for him to shut up, when August hadn't said anything, made August believe that he was determined to get them off himself. Finally he felt air against his legs as his pants were removed, leaving him in a pair of boxers with the Green Lantern symbol on them.

It was only a brief second before their lips were pressed together once again in a rough kiss. Returning the kiss, he moaned lightly against Guy as one hand moved to lay against Guy's side. His hand ran up the side of his thin frame before getting to the back of his head. His fingers entangled in Guy's hair as he could feel some movement beginning in his pants.