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𝙳𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝟶𝟷:𝟸𝟻:𝟹𝟶
𝚃𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝙽𝚘.: [𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳]
𝟶𝟸/𝟷𝟻/𝟿𝟿
"ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜰᴏᴏᴛᴀɢᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜰᴀᴍᴏᴜꜱ 'ʙᴀꜱᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴀᴘᴇꜱ', ꜰɪʟᴍᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴘᴇᴛʀᴀᴛᴏʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴜᴍʙɪɴᴇ ʜɪɢʜ ᴍᴀꜱꜱᴀᴄʀᴇ, ʜᴀʀʀɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋʟᴇʙᴏʟᴅ."
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The screen is grainy and dark, the audio sounds old-fashioned. The atmosphere is tense and almost creepy, like there's a jumpscare that's about to pop up. Infront of the camera there's a broken, ripped up couch that's almost yellow in color. It feels like watching a crime scene video, from how eerie this footage is.
The camera is then being rattled, and turned to face the younger, blonde teenager. "what's up, losers." Followed by a little wave. The footage is shaky and chaotic, it seems like Dylan is moving around the room, camera in hand. "say hi to our little documentary, Reb."
Eric looks at Dylan, then the camera recording him, before pushing the taller boy away. "I'm busy, V, you're being a fucking distraction right now."
"me? a distraction? didn't you want us to film today so you can show off our new explosives?" Klebold rests the camera on a nearby shelf, making sure it shows both of them and whatever illegal shit they're making on their table. "atleast help me, for fucks sake.." Eric groans, his attention focused on the propane bomb he has been working on.
"alright then, look at me, reb." "what are you-.." Eric was stunned as Dylan turned him around and kissed him. This was one of the things Harris would definitely not want any of their friends and family to know of besides NBK. Eric didn't know where to put his hands on first, before setting them down on Dylan's neck. "fuck you.. fuck you.. fuck you..!" was Reb's first words once V broke the kiss, combined with little punches to Dylan's chest to emphasize how stupid he was being right now.
"oh, I will fuck you." Dylan picked the older teen up, sitting him on the very table they use to create their explosives and weapons. He dragged their kiss from Eric's lips to his neck, earning a helpless whimper escape from the other boys mouth usually filled with profanity. "you better make sure I won't knock off any of these stuff on the table.. or I will blow your head off."
Dylan turns Eric around, making him face the table and camera, who they partially forgot was recording them.
"go on, you can continue with your work, I'll be your.. support.." V bends Reb against the wooden table a bit, making the older boy feel pathetic letting Dylan do this.
"I can't focus if we're gonna do this now..!" Eric tries to set his mind on anything, from making sure he remembers what ammunition is more effective, to listing down possible students he wants to kill first, but fails.
After a long, irritating pause, Dylan tugs on Eric's belt buckle, undoing the clasps and his jeans. The blonde boy grips on Reb's thighs as he places rough kisses on his neck from behind, Eric swears he's going to kill Dylan after this for fucking up his agenda for today. V is then seen removing his own pants, his erection very visible from the low-exposure camera. He moves his hands around Eric's waist, jerking his now hardening Dick for stimulation.
"feel that? look to the camera for me, Reb." Dylan used pre-cum spilling out of Eric's cock as lube. Eric infact, did not look. Instead, he turned his gaze away in embarrassment. Dylan circled Eric's pink, puffy hole with his wet finger, the anticipation nearly killing Reb. Dylan's fingertips slipped past through Eric's ass, sending a jolt of electricity all over his body. "Be fucking.. gentle..!" Eric was modifying a shotgun as seen on the camera while he was being finger-fucked by Dylan, which V thinks is one of the hottest things he should keep doing with Reb more often before they go on with their attack.
Dylan's fingers curled and twisted inside Eric. He loved how warm and soft he was just for him. "go on.. keep doing what you're doing." Dylan was observing Eric, everytime he saw he needed to be focused on something, he would speed up his pace just to torment him. "q-quit being..- ugh.. annoying.. v..!" Eric nearly dropped a fragile part from one of their bombs just because Dylan wants to torture him. "that's enough prep for you, Reb."
Dylan spat on his hand, stroking his cock with it so putting it in Eric wouldn't be painful. He lined his tip up against the other teen's slick hole, gently pushing himself inside Eric. The older boy gripped the table, nearly trembling the entire surface from how hard he was holding onto it for dear life. Once Dylan had half of his dick inside him, he wished it was all he could offer him, but no.. Dylan had to thrust all inches of it inside him without warning. "owh..- v..!" Eric yelled, crashing down on the table from the feeling.
"fuck.. loosen up, Reb." Eric felt his cock twitch at Dylan grunting and struggling, he was totally under his control now. Dylan picked up his pace, thrusting in a slow, agonizing speed just to annoy Eric. "v..! j-just.. fuck me already..!" Dylan felt Eric try to thrust himself in trying to get the blonde teen to pound him mercilessly. "why should I?" Eric can't believe Dylan has the audacity to deny him pleasure when he's letting him do all this shit while he's working! "maybe I should let one of your friends fuck me instead..-"
That did it for Dylan. He wasted no time fucking the shit out of Eric. Not even giving him the time to think properly. "a-aah.. f-fuck..! v..!!" Dylan pushed Erics head against the table filled with papers and wires, whispering against his neck. "say my name while I fuck this bratty ass of yours.." Eric nearly fainted, drool dripping down below his jaw. "d-dylan..- i-im sorry..! a-augh.." it almost hurt, overstimulating the poor boy.
Dylan thrusted against Eric's prostate multiple times to make his point, proving to the other teen that he's his, and only his. "cum for me Reb.. do it." Eric completely disregarded the entire bomb he was creating and came all over the floor, following Dylan. Then, the footage suddenly corrupted.
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fast forward to 55 minutes into the tape, both boys have appeared to clean up after themselves, Eric now sitting and possibly sleeping on Dylan's lap, while the other teen finishes off Eric's work he was doing earlier.
Dylan patted Erics head with full affection, giving him a well deserved kiss on Eric's cheek.