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reverendeth ([info]reverendeth) wrote in [info]deth_hart,
@ 2009-03-14 08:20:00

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Entry tags:hawkins, mick, syn/brian

Hawkins Mental { Mick/Syn :: Reunited }
When Mick had seen the comment that Syn had left on his journal, he could've swore he'd felt his heart skip a beat or three. He hadn't seen Syn in almost three years, and that was way too long. He remembered very clearly their time at the Pacifica Hospital, and just those thoughts alone were making his blood race with excitement. Despite the fact that he was rather irked that Jimmy was here and that his last institution didn't do their research, that didn't seem to matter at the moment. Syn was here. Nothing could ruin this place now.

The instant Syn told him what room was his, Mick closed his laptop and slid off the bed, not even bothering to slip on his shoes as he exited his messy room. His jeans were ripped and hanging from his hips loosely and his shirt was a little too big, but he didn't care. With Syn, he honestly didn't expect them to stay on long at all anyway.

He finally found the room that Syn sent him to and he grinned excitedly, knocking on the door four times before taking a small step back, moving his hands behind his back as he rocked back on his heels. He could barely hold in his excitement, but he knew he had to with Syn. He didn't want to piss him off right off the bat and ruin his chances after all these years.

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[info]gunsynner
2009-03-14 04:17 pm UTC (link)
When Syn had found out that Mick had been transferred to Hawkins, he'd laughed out loud in a harsh, cracking burst. He'd had this guy under so much of his control it was almost enough to get him off without even any contact whatsoever. The guy was so into domineering sex that it was fucking hot, even though the guy did think too much of himself at times. He always knocked the fucker down when he got a little too high, though.

He shut his laptop and smirked a little, running his hand through his slightly unwashed hair and tucking it behind his ear. He was dressed the same as always: ripped to fuck blue jeans and a sleeveless black t-shirt. How he'd managed to keep them after all the shit he pulled was an ode to just how much he could get away with and how much the staffing system here fucking sucked.

When he heard the knock on the door, he got a smirk on his face, getting up off the bed slowly and making the little fucker wait as he did so. When he finally got to the door, he eased it open and cocked his head inside before stepping away, leaving the door open behind him as he walked back to his bed.

Too bad they weren't roommates this time. Mick would be a fuckload more fun than Nathan was, he knew that for certain. Then again, maybe it'd be better this way. Either way, it was sure to be fun.

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[info]reverendeth
2009-03-14 04:37 pm UTC (link)
Mick waited. Impatiently, really, but he waited. He knew Syn was home; hell, the guy'd just told him to come over! He hadn't went out somewhere and forgotten about him did he? Surely not, he was sure Syn was just as excited to see him as he was. At least, he seemed like it.

When the door finally opened after what seemed like forever, Mick grinned and slid into the cracked door, pushing it shut behind him - making sure to lock it. He kept his eyes deadset on Syn, an excited little smile pulling his lips back as he pushed up from the door and made his way over to Syn's bed. "Hey you," he said, his voice more calm than he'd expected for how excited he was. "Lookin' good, dude. Three years has treated you well," he told him with a little tease, winking to him as he slid onto the bed.

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[info]gunsynner
2009-03-14 06:55 pm UTC (link)
Syn had made Mick wait on purpose; hell, he knew exactly how to manipualte the fuck out of this guy. He'd had a good year or so of practicde, what with the fact that the guy was almost up his ass the entire time - proverbially at least. He'd never let anyone literally up his ass.

He smirked a bit wider when Mkick slid into the room, sitting down on the bed and crossing his legs. His eyes slid over the other man's figure, and he cocked his head a little, only thinking that Mick was being a bit cocky after so many years, locking the door presumputously. But hey, he would and could work with sex, especially with the fact that this guy had always laid down and taken it from him. "Hey. You don't look too worse for wear yourself, though I hear you been back from the dead," he mused, dark eyes glittering with amusement on his hard face.

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[info]reverendeth
2009-03-14 09:09 pm UTC (link)
Mick knew he was being a little cocky by locking the door right off the bat, but oh, he intended to try to get sex from Syn. He wanted to, really, really bad. He knew Syn could fuck him just the way he wanted to be fucked, and he'd missed him so fucking much. Him and his cock.

"Heh, thanks," he said with a little laugh, sitting closeby Syn on the bed. When Syn mentioned being back from the dead, he smirked and shook his head. "Apparently. I'm still fucking pissed at him. He had me in the ICU for a week, dude. They said I died on the table but they managed to bring me back. Fucking ... dumbass bullshit," he muttered, rolling his eyes as his hands gripped at his knees a little.

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[info]gunsynner
2009-03-15 12:28 pm UTC (link)
Syn honestly lovd how much Mick had obviously missed him because that was just how he was. He loved it when he made people miss him because it really was amusing to him. It completely got him off - not to mention he could fuck this guy however the hell he wanted without much backlash - Bliss talked back too much sometimes. Mick just moaned and begged for more.

"Mhm," he hummed, watching Mick come closer onto the bed, chuckling a little and licking over his bottom lip, cocking an eyebrow. He considered it for a second, figuring Mick had just been a little shit, pushing people's buttons like that. "Way to go, dude. You pissed him off by wreaking havoc on his 'order' or some shit, right?" He chuckled in amusement, dark eyes dancing. "Well, y'know, if it makes you feel any better, I beat the living hell out of him last week, dislocated his shoulder and shit."

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[info]dickmeth
2009-03-15 01:41 pm UTC (link)
Though Mick did have a slight attachment problem and clung to people far too much than he should, Syn was something different. Or at least, he thought he was. Maybe his mind was making him believe that as just another part of his sickness. Either way, Mick damn well knew how much Syn meant to him and he intended to let the fucker know that. Though he knew that Syn probably already knew, considering how well the other patient knew him and how he worked. Sometimes it seemed Syn knew him more than he himself did. And that was kind of scary.

"Dude, I didn't even do anything that bad," Mick said as he threw his arms up, his Valley accent starting to come out involuntarily -- he personally hated it and tried to not let it come out too often, but when he got theatrical he couldn't help it. "I actually kinda liked the guy. He was quiet and nice for the most part, kinda timid and such. Unless you fucked shit up. He's hurt me on more than one occasion, but I always let it go because he always fuckin' cried and felt awful for it afterwards. But that time I just couldn't let it go. Y'know what I did? I didn't fuckin' put my shoes the right way. And my bed wasn't made. I tried so fuckin' hard to do everything the way he wanted it to be done 'cause he was a good fuck when things were right, but good God if he's not fucked in the head."

He finally stopped his rambling and nearly erratic arm movements to pause for a breath, though it came out in a harsh sigh. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head to himself. "He fuckin' deserved it. For all the shit he put me through. What'd you beat him up for? Just the hell of it like usual?" He asked, a sly little smirk making his eyes lighten up in amusement. It wouldn't surprise him if Syn had just done it for the thrill of it. That was just what he did.

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[info]gunsynner
2009-03-15 01:56 pm UTC (link)
Syn just knew people, and he knew Mick better than he knew most people, so of course he felt like he understood the guy better than just about anyone. He was an attention whore from hell and he blew things out of proportion - he was a bit more than dramatic - and he had an obsession with turning everything into something sexual, which of course he didn't mind in the slightest. He found it kind of funny, actually, especially when he used it to his own advantage instead of indulging in the 'stay away' tactic he was sure the doctors had advised him of.

He snickered wshen Mick started going all dramatic on him, cocking an eyebrow and leaning back on the bed as he listened to him bitch about how he'd put his shoes the wrong way and hadn't made the bed. Yeah, that sounded like grounds for getting the shit beat out of him, but what he'd done had been far, far worse and he'd come out with a few bruises. He had some faint residue on his jaw from where both Jimmy and Bliss had decked him but he liked keeping his bruises like trophies.

"Eh, you're one to hold a grudge. And like you're not fucked in the head, too, cunt." He rolled his eyes and licked slowly over his lips as he relived what he'd done in his head, a wicked smirk tugging on his face. "I actually destroyed his room and he attacked me for it. Unfortunately for him, I'm stronger than him so I just went to town on him right back. He actually thought he was gonna hurt me," he mused, laughing in a loud crack. "Basically, I tormented him into engaging me then beat the living hell out of him in the process, all the while making him feel like shit for doing it. It was fuckin' wonderful and it amused the shit out of me. 'Course."

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[info]reverendeth
2009-03-15 02:19 pm UTC (link)
"I'm not fucked up, asshole," Mick said with a little frown and furrowed brows. shifting to lean back against the wall and get a little more comfortable on the bed. He listened to Syn tell him how he'd destroyed the room, and he wasn't really surprised to see that Jimmy hadn't hurt him all that much. Syn could hold Mick down like a puppy and fuck him to the moon and back and he wouldn't even be able to move in the slightest. Not that he'd ever wanted to, anyway, but he'd tried at some point to put up a bit of resistance to egg Syn on and it didn't work because there wasn't any way he could resist that strength. In the end, he was just a tiny little fucker, so it was easy to get a hold of him and throw him around. Sometimes he wanted it, and sometimes he didn't. Jimmy was just one of those times.

"Dude, like anyone could fuckin' hurt you. But when Jimmy gets into fighting he can't really control what he does, so of course he thought he could hurt you. It's nothin' but pure rage and fight or flight reflexes," he said with a shrug, sharply tilting his head to the right to crack his neck two or three times, a soft groan escaping him as he leveled his head and let it rest back against the wall. Yea, that felt nice. He smirked at Syn's last remark, raising a brow to look over to him. "And of course it amused you. You sick fuck."

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[info]gunsynner
2009-03-15 09:49 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah you are, shut the fuck up," Syn replied with a smirk. He knew that Mick had a big problem with actually being called fucked up, so he took every fucking chance in the world to call him crazy. He found it fun to torment people like that, because he was indeed a firestarter - he knew Mick could handle the heat from it. He loved the look on the other man's face, the furrowing brows and slight frown on his face, chuckling a little. He found so much amusement in it. And yes, he could pin Mick down easily and fuck his brains out without even breaking a sweat untilhe was close to coming. He remembered quite fondly the few times the other patient tried to struggle against him, and those were probably the most fond moments of the last couple years.

"Yeah, I know, man. That's why it was fun. I coaxed him into that shit then beat the fuck out of him," he replied, chuckling and arching his back to crack his spine; he hated that it was impulse to copy the other man, but he did it anyway. Then again, it was complete impulse and he knew he couldn't stop his impuslive - he was a bitch to his impulses and he knew it. It was the only thing that had him bitched. He cocked a wicked smirk and tilted his head a little. "If I wasn't a sick fuck, you wouldn't be nearly as fuckin' interested in me, you cunt."

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[info]reverendeth
2009-03-15 11:06 pm UTC (link)
Mick shot Syn another glare, though it was playful, when he said he really was fucked up. He couldn't really glare at him, one because he'd probably get hit, and two, .. he wouldn't be in here if there really wasn't something wrong with him. Damn it.

"Yea, he's easy to push, really," Mick said with a little smirk, leaning back against the wall to let his head rest back to look over to Syn through his lashes. He grinned more when Syn said he wouldn't be as interested in him if he wasn't sick, and well .. he couldn't deny it. "Damn right," Mick said in a slightly suggestive tone, pointedly looking him over as he arched his back a little, pushing up from the wall just a bit. "And you wouldn't be as interested in me if I wasn't your bitch, isn't that right?"

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[info]gunsynner
2009-03-16 04:30 pm UTC (link)
Syn just cocked a smirk at the playful glare; yeah, if Mick glared at him for real, he'd get knocked hard in the jaw and he'd probably end up getting called a fucking idiot for it. Of course there was something wrong with the guy: why would they have ended up in two institutions together if there was nothing going on in that self-absorbed little head of Mick's.

"Yeah, he is," Syn replied with a shrug, chuckling huskily in his throat when he felt Mick's eyes roaming his body, but when Mick lit off the last comment, he laughed in a harsh voice. "Damn fuckin' right. I'm pretty sure no one here'll fuck you like I do, though I have no fuckin' doubt that they'll try their damnedest. You know what's fucked, though? They have a fuckin' ban on sex here, like you could get thrown in solitary for that shit," he mused, shaking his head and running his hand through his hair. He knew every movement Mick was making was trying to seduce him, and he was amused as fuck by it. Sure, he'd end up pinning the guy down and fucking the shit out of him eventually, but he wanted him to squirm for it first.

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[info]reverendeth
2009-03-16 10:09 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, I know they'll try, but they won't succeed," Mick nearly purred, smirking a bit as Syn told him that sex was ... banned? What the hell? "Seriously? .. heh, well, that just makes it all the more fun, doesn't it?" Mick said, winking over to him as he shifted against the bed again. Oh, he was already squirming just from thinking about Syn being over him, but that wasn't what was getting him excited. It was the thoughts of Syn breaking his skin and drawing blood, because he knew that the other patient knew how rough he liked it.

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[info]gunsynner
2009-03-16 10:14 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, seriously. Not like I follow their bullshit rules anyway," Syn replied airily, smirking right back and leaning back against the wall, licking over his lips. He watched how Mick shifted against the bed and he knew what the guy was thinking about. He knew Mick was thinking about sex, but more than anything he knew the sick fuck was thinking about how rough he'd get for him. Syn had known for a while that the guy had a blood fetish - he seemed to attract those types, he idly noted. He made no move to bridge the gap between them. If Mick wanted Syn, he'd have to come to him.

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[info]reverendeth
2009-03-16 10:23 pm UTC (link)
"You never follow the rules," Mick murmured, biting his lip a little harder. Oh, he knew Syn could tell what he wanted, but he also knew that Syn wouldn't make the first move. Damn it. He groaned a little and shifted, moving to get onto his hands and knees and get closer to him, smirking as he looked up through his lashes. "C'mon Syn, you know how fuckin' bad I want you right now," he purred again, smirking a little more, his tone low and definitely suggestive.

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[info]gunsynner
2009-03-16 10:32 pm UTC (link)
"Where's the fun in that?" Syn murmured with a smirk on his face, watching Mick and licking over his lips. Yeah, he was having way too much fun playing with Mick like this after all these years, because he knew Mick still wanted him, and badly. He chuckled low and rough in his throat when Mick got on his hands and knees, moving closer. He reached out and fisted the other man's hair hard, pulling him closer. "No, I don't know. Why don't you tell how fuckin' bad you want me?" he growled lowly.

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[info]reverendeth
2009-03-16 10:39 pm UTC (link)
When Syn reached out and gripped his hair hard to pull him close, Mick immediately let out a moan as his eyes fluttered shut. Oh, he liked that .. "Ngh, Syn," he said, his voice suggestive and needy, almost breathless. "I want you so fucking bad. I want you to fuckin' abuse me and make me bleed."

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[info]gunsynner
2009-03-16 10:43 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, I know you do, 'cause I do it better than anyone, right?" Syn growled as he tightened his grip on Mick's hair, pulling him even closer, leaning in and brushing his teeth along the side of Mick's neck, his canines barely teasing the flesh, not nearly enough to bruise or even hurt. He wanted to hear that. He got off on people telling him he did shit better than anyone else.

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[info]reverendeth
2009-03-16 10:48 pm UTC (link)
"You do," Mick groaned, letting Syn pull him closer, his eyelids fluttering as his head fell back, feeling the teeth brushing against his neck. Syn knew that Mick got off on the anticipation, and Mick also knew that Syn loved to fucking tease. "You're the best at it."

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[info]gunsynner
2009-03-16 10:52 pm UTC (link)
"Damn fucking right," Syn muttered before unhinging his jaw and biting hard at Mick's neck, almost, almost enough to make him bleed, pulling the other man's body close to his own, gripping his hair harder than before, yanking sharply and reaching down, slipping his calloused hand under the loose shirt to drag his nails sharply over Mick's hip definition, giving him the abuse he was begging for. He loved that he didn't even have to fight for this one.

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[info]dickmeth
2009-03-16 11:02 pm UTC (link)
The instant Mick felt the teeth digging into his skin, he let out a heady moan and his hips bucked, letting Syn pull him even closer. He could've swore he heard his hair ripping as Syn yanked him hard, but that only made it feel so much better. His hips bucked again as he felt the nails dragging against his skin, and that only brought him to get closer, his hands moving to grip hard at Syn's thighs. "Make me fuckin' bleed," he moaned, his eyelids fluttering at the thought alone.

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[info]gunsynner
2009-03-16 11:06 pm UTC (link)
Syn groaned against the skin as he bit it harder, pulling the guy even closer as he smoothed his tongue over the salty skin. He smirked when he heard Mick's moaned request, and he increased the pressure on the bite mark, and he swore he heard the skin ripping under the force of his teeth, and he groaned as the blood hit his tongue. He gripped Mick's hair even tighter and dug his nails brutally into his skin above his hip bone, giving him the abuse that he wanted. He pushed off the bed and shifted his hips enough to push Mick onto his back, forcing his hips between Mick's legs. He didn't let go of his neck the entire time he moved.

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[info]dickmeth
2009-03-16 11:11 pm UTC (link)
When Mick felt Syn break his skin, it was just about over for him. Feel his blood seeping from the marks on his neck just made him so horny, and oh God. Mick couldn't help but squirm against him, moaning as Syn pushed him back onto his back. His legs easily parted as his hips bucked up against Syn's, his back arching up from the bed.

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[info]gunsynner
2009-03-16 11:14 pm UTC (link)
When Syn's hips were cradled between Mick's legs, he groaned and reached down, gripping the waistband of his pants and yanking on them. He swore he heard a rip as he did so, but he didn't give a fuck. He swallowed a mouthful of blood with a little difficulty before drawing back, leaning up to speak through blood-stained lips against the shell of Mick's ear. "Fucking strip, now."

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[info]dickmeth
2009-03-16 11:17 pm UTC (link)
Mick heard the little rip in his jeans, but he rightly didn't care. When Brian leaned up to growl into his ear, he groaned and shifted his hips again, immediately moving his hands down to start to undo them. He kicked them off the moment he got them down, not even bothering with his shirt before he moved his hands to grip at Syn's shoulders tightly, digging his blunt nails in sharp.

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[info]gunsynner
2009-03-16 11:47 pm UTC (link)
Syn pulled away when Mick reached down to fumble with his jeans, and he reached down to strip his own jeans off. He kicked them off easily and stripped his shirt off before he leaned down, groaning against Mick's ear as he felt the nails into his shoulder. One hand reached down and dragged his nails rather sharply down the shaft of Mick's cock while the other reached to grab the small tube of lubricant he'd stolen and kept under his bed for times like this.

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