Lines of Deception

Case File Entry #025

The house was cloaked in quiet shadows as Ohm stepped inside, his breath catching when he saw Nanon. He sat on the floor, cross-legged, his pale fingers gripping a framed photograph of Ohm. The picture reflected the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the window, casting fleeting silver across Nanon's expression—lost, conflicted, and darkly unreadable.

Ohm stood still, his heart pounding, his gaze locked onto Nanon. The boy's head lifted slowly, his wild eyes meeting Ohm's. He let the frame slip from his hands, the soft clatter against the floor breaking the suffocating silence.

"You should have sent me to the asylum," Nanon said, his voice a chilling whisper that crackled with suppressed emotion. His lips curled into a shaky smile, his body trembling as he stood. "Or killed me outright. But now..." His smile faded, replaced by the shimmer of unshed tears. "Now you have no escape from me."

Ohm didn't move, his chest tightening as he watched the mask crumble on Nanon's face. He had no words to offer, only the steady thrum of his pulse as Nanon's pain seeped into the room like a dark tide.

And then, Nanon surged forward, his hands gripping Ohm's shirt as he pulled him into a desperate, unhinged kiss. The force of it sent them stumbling against the wall, and Ohm's breath hitched as Nanon's lips moved against his with a manic energy, a hunger that spoke of fear, longing, and anguish all at once.

There were no words exchanged, only the rough rhythm of their breaths as Ohm kissed him back, his hands slipping to Nanon's waist to hold him steady. Nanon's grip on Ohm's shirt tightened as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing into Ohm's as though he were trying to climb inside him, to lose himself in the only warmth he could trust.

Their movements were unsteady as they made their way to the bedroom, their kisses frantic and uneven. Ohm's hands tangled in Nanon's hair, tilting his head to capture him deeper, to let their lips and tongues convey the feelings neither of them dared to speak.

In the dim glow of the bedroom, their eyes locked, and the silence between them stretched thick and heavy. Ohm's hands found the hem of Nanon's shirt, pulling it over his head with deliberate care. Nanon's hands mirrored the motion, tugging at Ohm's clothing with a trembling urgency until they stood bare before each other.

The room was quiet save for the sound of their breaths. Nanon's gaze roamed over Ohm's body, but his eyes always returned to Ohm's face, as though needing the reassurance that he was still there. Ohm took a step forward, his hands sliding up Nanon's sides, his touch firm but unhurried.

Nanon let out a shuddering breath, his body trembling under Ohm's touch. He raised a hand, trailing his fingers over Ohm's jaw, his chest, his abdomen, his touch hesitant and reverent. The vulnerability in his eyes was stark, raw, as though he were standing on the edge of a precipice and daring himself to fall.

Ohm guided him onto the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, his body hovering over Nanon's as their eyes met again. Their gazes locked, a thousand unspoken words passing between them as Ohm's hand slid down Nanon's side, mapping every scar, every bruise, every inch of him with quiet reverence.

Their bodies moved together with an aching slowness, their breaths mingling as their skin pressed against skin. Ohm's lips found the hollow of Nanon's throat, trailing soft kisses down his chest, his hands steadying Nanon's hips as they moved in a rhythm that spoke of more than lust—an unspoken promise, a mutual surrender.

Nanon arched into Ohm's touch, his fingers gripping Ohm's shoulders, his nails digging in as his breaths came in soft, shaky gasps. His head tilted back, exposing his neck, but his eyes never left Ohm's, his gaze dark and intense, conveying everything he couldn't say aloud: the fear, the trust, the desperate need to feel human again.

Ohm responded in kind, his body grounding Nanon, his touch deliberate and unyielding. He pressed his forehead against Nanon's at one point, their breaths mingling as they paused, their bodies still entwined. The silence between them was heavy, electric, a charged moment of understanding that passed without a single word spoken.

The rhythm of their bodies quickened, the tension building as they moved together, their gazes locked, their hands roaming with a mixture of urgency and tenderness. Each touch, each kiss, each shuddering gasp was a declaration that neither of them could say aloud but was etched into every motion: I'm here. I see you. You're not alone.

When the moment reached its crescendo, their bodies tensed, their breaths catching in unison as the connection between them solidified into something unbreakable. Nanon's trembling fingers tangled in Ohm's hair, his eyes glassy with unshed tears as Ohm held him close, their bodies still locked together.

The aftermath was quiet, the air heavy with the weight of their shared vulnerability. Ohm rolled to the side, pulling Nanon against his chest, his hands running soothingly over Nanon's back. Nanon's head rested on Ohm's shoulder, his fingers absently tracing the lines of Ohm's collarbone.

Neither of them spoke, but as Nanon's breathing evened out, his body relaxing into Ohm's warmth, the silence between them shifted. It was no longer filled with tension or fear—it was heavy with understanding, with something unspoken but deeply felt.