Mastermind | TRACOB

CHAPTER SIX

       The Sharpest Lives - My Chemical Romance 

ha·tredˈhātrəd/nounintense dislike or ill will.

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       It was not hard to convince Jacob to take his anger out on the smaller one's body. In just seconds, he had Troye pinned to the wall. The shifter moaned, dragging his hands along Jacob's neck until the more dominant of the two grabbed his hands and held them against the wall. "You are going to listen to me," Jacob growled in Troye's ear, his free hand coming up to wrap around the smaller one's neck, "every last thing I say. If you don't...." he tightened his hand, making it so that Troye's breathing was more shallow. He could still breathe, but not a lot. He had to focus more on the simple task of taking in oxygen, and that while Jacob started to touch him through his jeans was fucking heaven. 

       Troye was doing everything Jacob requested, just like he had been told. It was almost difficult - he almost wanted to fight back and try and be more dominant - but that could wait. If he wanted Jacob to use him like a slut, then he would have to sit back and be a slut. Not that being a slut was that hard of a task for Troye, as he had fucked about 4-5 different people in that past month alone. He almost snickered at the thought. 

       "Get to the bedroom," Jacob muttered, the dominance still present in his voice as he said this. He pushed away from Troye, watching as he hurried to leave the room and go to the bedroom. As soon as the shifter was in his room, he hurried to kick off his pants, climbing onto the bed with a smirk. He tore the comforter off of the bed and threw it towards the wall, settling down against the crisp white sheets and waiting for Jacob to arrive. 

       The shapeshifter was honestly having a difficult time keeping a sly smile off of his face. God, people just kept falling into his trap. Anyone he wanted, he could have. Anything he wanted, he could have. Life as a monster was much easier and nicer than anyone ever made it out to be. He was more than happy that he was not born as a human. As stated before, he hated humans. They were almost useless to him. If they were not so fun to draw in or hunt, he would have no use for them. But he had it so easy; all he had to do was become someone that whoever his target was had been close to, and then he went in for the kill. Sometimes literally, sometimes not. He could easily stock up on cash and valuables without anyone suspecting a thing, as long as he was careful. He could not put too much money in the bank at a time and he could not show up at jewelers with boxes full of 'useless gold' all at once. Troye had to carefully plan out all of his steps. It was like a strategy game, where he had to think again and learn from his (infrequently made) mistakes. 

       Jacob finally came into the bedroom, his tie in one hand and his button up shirt open. Troye ran his icy blue gaze over the man's body, taking in every muscle and curve. He was almost as perfect as a human could get, in a physical sense. But mentally... anyone should have caught on to Troye's suspicious behaviour after almost a year. Not that the shifter minded the detective's stupidity, it was fun to play with. It was almost the same feeling you would get as a child when you took a toy from your younger sibling and dangled it just out of reach, making sure that they had their eyes right on their goal and making sure that they could not reach it. That is what he had been doing so long to Jacob, but of course he did not notice. How could he? Troye was talented. 

       Troye was a mastermind. 

       "You ready?" Jacob asked, pulling Troye out of his little day dream. With a smirk, the latter silently nodded, crawling towards Jacob and watching hungrily as he also undressed. It took no time at all for Jacob to find his way on top of Troye, his lips leaving more purple marks along the shapeshifter's neck, marking was was not his as his own. Not that it mattered, it just meant that Jacob's marks were on his neck and chest while someone else's were on his thighs. It was no one marking him as their own, it was them marking him as what he was: a fucking whore who belonged to no one and would fuck anyone they wanted whenever they wanted. 

       Since Troye was almost always prepped and ready to go, all it took was Jacob using a lot more lube than usual and a lot of reassuring that no, Troye was not hurting and a lot of reminding that this experience was supposed to be Jacob using Troye to get his stress out, not to stress him out more. 

       "Faster," Troye said after a moment.  "And harder. Fuck me as hard and as fast as you can, I can take it." 

       Jacob looked nervous for a moment, but then remembered what Troye had told him about not worrying about hurting anyone. As soon as the worry left his mind, he gave the one beneath him what he wanted. Hell, it was more like what he needed at this point. Troye was selfish, he needed to feel good or he would get upset. If Jacob was going to get to use Troye, he was going to use Troye well. You cannot just get an opportunity like that and throw it out the window. 

       "Flip over," Jacob said as he grabbed Troye and flipped him over by himself. He grabbed onto Troye's hair and pulled his head back, making it so that Troye's back was nearly fully against Jacob's front. "You're so fucking good," he growled, pulling Troye's head back more. "Now I want you to cum, and I want you to scream my name louder than you ever have before."

       Troye moaned and nodded. He could do that. 

       Everything that had been happening only went on for a few moments longer before Jacob's hips stuttered and he pushed in deeper than he had all night, finally hitting his high and biting down on Troye's neck as he did. It only took that to get the bottom off too, who did exactly what he had been told and came hard with a desperate yelp of 'Jacob'.

       Jacob pulled out and they both collapsed onto the bed, the tall man chucking quietly to himself. 

       "What?" Troye said, looking down at him with his best fake-interest expression. 

       "Just thinking about how every time we are together I end up balls deep in you yet we have never actually gone on like, a date or anything. Like we barely know one another, yet here we are drunk and naked in your bed." 

       Troye was completely fine with everything that Jacob had just stated.  He liked it to be this way. "...and?"

       "Well, I guess I'm kind of wondering if maybe you would like to get coffee or something sometime? When I'm off duty and everything, for once." 

       Troye just blinked slowly, turning his gaze from Jacob and staring at the ceiling. Of course, his hell just had to become a reality after some of the best sex he had in a long time.