Fics like you better run, the boogeyman's coming

Jack nods. “Alright, here’s what we’re going to do.” He strokes a bloody thumb over Robby's cheekbone. “I’m going to help you clean this up, and then I’m going to clean you up because even though blood in this context is a hot as fuck look on you, I’m not keen on getting blood on your bedsheets when I drag you in there. "Tomorrow I’m going to build us a cabin in the woods. I’ll make sure it can’t be traced back to either of us. We’ll move all your equipment there. And then you and I are going to pick out a victim and have ourselves some justice. Because that’s what this is about, isn’t it? Justice? You make sure they get what they deserve. I like that. I really fucking like that.” He lays his forehead to Robby’s with a smirk, this close to kissing him. Robby exhales, and Jack breathes it in. Mirrors. They’ve always been mirrors. “I’d like to join you. Sound good, big boy?”

Fics like you better run, the boogeyman's coming

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