(Hanging, necro-but only for a bit, beheading, blow job)

Jack thought he heard the front door opening. But he didn’t care enough to investigate. Right now the only thing that mattered was his own cock and the rope tightening around his neck. He could already see spots as his body began to suffer from the lack of air. It was a race to see if he could finish before he completely passed out. So focused was he on his task that he didn’t notice when the bedroom door opened. But even in his half conscious state there was no ignoring when another person entered the room. Jack focused his eyes best he could to take in the newcomer. A robber? Though how many robbers came in wielding machetes? Then again Jack couldn’t think of any reason why someone out here in the city would have a machete. Though he was finding thinking hard to do at the moment. His consciousness was beginning to fade. Jack kept his eyes locked on the stranger for as long as he could while he stroked himself through an orgasm, before finally blackness overtook everything.

Marcus had broken into many homes over his murderous career. People did strange things when they believed themselves safe in the privacy of their home, and he’d seen it all. At least he thought he had. Until he opened the door to see the man he’d come to murder already killing himself. That in itself wasn’t too strange. It certainly wouldn’t be the first suicide he’d witnessed. No, what was strange was that the man was masturbating while hanging himself. Marcus paused in the doorway, unsure of what he was supposed to do with this situation. The hanging man noticed him. Green, half-lidded eyes struggling to focus. He seemed surprised but not enough to stop his self pleasuring. If anything it seemed having an audience was exciting him even more. The dying man kept his eyes on Marcus while his body trembled through its last orgasm. Marcus couldn’t stop watching either, his own cock beginning to grow in his pants. Eventually the man's hand fell back to his side. His eyelids fluttered closed as his brain shut down from the lack of oxygen. After a few minutes Marcus approached the still form.

The man's black hair was stuck to his sweaty forehead. Now that he was closer Marcus could see a number of freckles along the man's pale cheeks. The man’s cock was still erect, covered in slick. Raising his machete he cleanly cut through the rope holding the body up. The dead man fell to the floor with a thump. Marcus lifted the slender body up and deposited it on the bed. He undid his belt, finally freeing his own cock. He had come in here with the intention to rape and kill the resident. While the man's behavior had thrown him off, ultimately it just meant he was saving the time and energy he would have spent killing him anyway. Flipping the man over onto his stomach Marcus wasted no time pushing his aching cock into the still pleasantly warm body. He became lost in the haze of pleasure as he fucked into the tight hole harshly. So much so that he didn’t notice when the body beneath him began breathing once more, nor when the man's eyes fluttered open again. But when a second set of grunts joined his own he snapped out of it. Frozen he looked around the room for another intruder. He knew this man lived alone. He always studied every potential victim extensively. There would be no way another person should be in here. “Nngh..hey..why’d you stop..?” Marcus’s horrified eyes turned to the body splayed out beneath him. The not so dead anymore man stared back at him. With a yell Marcus ripped himself away.

Confusion washed over Jack as he came to. The first thing he noticed were the soft sheets beneath him. He’d wondered when he had gotten onto his bed. Last he remembered he’d been hanging from the ceiling. He tried to remember more, but his mind was still foggy. In that state it took a while for him to notice the second, and possibly more pressing thing. A warm hardness ramming into him so harshly he was surprised the bed was still standing. Looking back he saw a familiar looking man. Now it was coming back to him. Someone had broken into his home while he was hanging himself. They must have cut him down after he died. The other mans eyes were closed as he kept fucking into Jack without a care in the world. Jack felt his cock twitching against the bed sheets as his sweet spot was hit again and again. The intruder was certainly handsome. At least by Jack’s standards. Brown curly hair, a square jaw covered in stubble, and a sturdy, strong frame. Jack couldn’t help staring. He didn’t realize the noises escaping his own lips. He wouldn’t have been able to stop it if he tried. But the man noticed, and in the blink of an eye he was on the other side of the room. Leaving Jack empty and in need. With a sigh he pushed himself up. At least he tried to. But a sudden pain in the back of his head brought him to his knees and suddenly the room was spinning.

Marcus stared in horror as the man who should be dead pushed himself up off of the bed. Without giving it another thought he grabbed his weapon and swung it down on the man's head. There was a sickening crunch as the blade became embedded in his skull. The man fell to his knees, swaying for a bit in his knelt position before his head hit the mattress once more. Marcus got his panicked breathing back under control while he watched the body. For what felt like an eternity he eyed it for any sign of life. But nothing happened. Cautiously he stepped forward again and checked the man’s pulse. He was certain the other was dead this time. Marcus braced a foot against the dead man’s back while he yanked his machete back out of the other's head. To his horror once the weapon is removed the wound begins to close. Marcus backed away in a hurry as the man stirred again. “Wh-what are you!? Stay away you..you monster!” This was it, karma for all those people he murdered. The universe sent this demon to kill and torment him. His eyes darted to the door but this…creature was standing right in his path. He raised his weapon, ready to fight for his life. But oddly enough the other simply raised his hands in a non-threatening gesture and spoke.

“Okay, first of all, rude. You’re the one who came in here to kill me.”, Jack had to stop himself from laughing. Here he was, naked and unarmed, and the machete wielding beef-cake was treating him like the most terrifying thing in the world. “Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you.”, the other didn’t seem to believe him. “Seriously. I’m not mad, and I'm definitely not dangerous. Look at me, I’ve never lifted anything heavier than a grape.” he laughs, gesturing to his own skinny body. The man relaxed a bit, but kept the machete pointed at Jack. “What are you?”, that question again, but asked much more calmly this time. Jack shrugged, “Just a guy… who happens to be immortal.”Jack sat back down on the bed in a relaxed pose, and smirked a bit when he noticed where the man's eyes travelled. “So, here’s the deal. I won’t turn you in to the police if you don’t tell anyone else about me..and..if you do me a small favor…”

Marcus’s eyes snapped back up at the mention of the police. “What kind of small favor…”, he clutched the machete tighter. His mind raced wondering how to ensure the man's silence for good. Could he really trust him to keep his word? The man was eyeing his machete now with interest. “Can you cut through a neck with that thing?” Marcus blinked confused, “Uh, yes…I do it all the time actually…Why?” The man seemed nervous now, and it was not the kind of nervous folks usually had when facing a machete wielding killer. Marcus would know. “There’s this thing I've always wanted to try..it’s a bit weird..” This entire situation was already weird. Surely there was nothing that could come out of the man's mouth that could make it weirder. The man was playing with his finger now, looking away shyly. “Well spit it out”, Marcus was getting impatient now, this was all so absurd and it was getting on his nerves. “Okay okay, I…I want you to chop my head off and put your dick into my mouth.”Marcus's mind blanked at this. “It’s always been a fantasy of mine to give someone a blow job while decapitated. But..you know..can’t exactly open up with that on Grindr.” The man was looking at Marcus, awaiting his answer. Marcus couldn’t deny the idea was exciting him. He could try but his own body’s reaction was betraying his interest. “....Kneel. On the floor”

The other man's face lit up with the biggest smile, Marcus felt something stir in his chest. Eagerly the man did as instructed, lifting his head up high to expose his neck. The smaller man was getting hard from this already and Marcus hadn’t even touched him yet. Marcus reached out and grabbed locks of the man's hair tightly in his hand. His other hand brought the machete up to graze along the other’s adams apple. The smaller man let out a soft noise at this, his cock leaking with pre cum. Marcus pulled the machete back. His ‘victim’ looked up at him in confusion, but as he opened his mouth to question him the hand holding the machete swung back with enough force to cleanly sever the man's head from his shoulders. The body fell back. Twitching and writhing on the floor as blood gushed out from the stump. Marcus brought the head to his erection, sliding into the man's already open mouth. It seemed to take the head a moment to regain its bearings. But soon the man's tongue was moving along Marcus’s shaft eagerly as he pushed deep into the throat. It wasn’t long before he felt the release of an orgasm. White ropes going into the man's throat and splattering onto the floor.

This. Was. Incredible It was even better than Jack could have ever imagined it could be. He could feel nothing but the pain in his neck and the hot cock on his tongue. Eagerly he sucked and licked at the throbbing organ while the killer pushed him further and further down his shaft. Soon he felt the tip hit the back of his throat. His nose was in the curly hair around the man's cock now and he relished in the aroma of the other's body. Maybe it was an eternity, maybe it was no time at all, it was quite hard for Jack to tell, but eventually he felt the warm stream of cum hitting his throat. He swallowed instinctively, forgetting for a moment his lack of body. Distantly in his mind he knew that the clean up tomorrow was going to be hell. But right now he couldn’t bring himself to care. He could feel himself slipping away. He kept up licking for as long as he could. His eyes slipped closed. He focused on savoring the taste, and the smell, and the heat, until his mind finally fell into darkness.

Jack awoke to the man watching him. Still holding his ‘old’ head. Drool and cum dripped from its still open mouth “That…was awesome”, Jack giggled to himself, “Oh my god, you know we should do that again some time.” He pulled himself up off the floor, and was surprised when the man offered out his hand. But he accepted the help happily. The man was eyeing him now with an expression Jack couldn’t quite place. “Yeah…first time doing that actually. It felt…good.” Jack stared for a moment, not sure what to say. His expression melted into a smirk as he leaned closer to the other, “Just ‘good’ huh? Guess I'll need to get more practice if I wanna do better than ‘good’”, Jack brushed his hand along the man’s arm and was delighted when the other didn’t flinch away. “Say…You like killing people…and I like dying…how about we make a little arrangement?” The other man's eyebrows raised in interest. He leaned forward with a smile, almost touching noses with Jack. “I’m listening…”