"Cause let meh tell ye" He leaned in more, allowing his lips to brush Hartley's ear, and his chest to touch the other's bare one. "You really should be" Piper's gasp was not audible, but the advantage of being so close is that Evan could feel it. The rise and fall of their chests as they pressed together was so sensual Evan wanted to feel more, pushing his body closer, pressing the object of his desire against the wall with more force, slipping his leg between Piper's with one powerful movement, adding even more pressure, but this time on the only loosely concealed treasure between the red head's legs. This brought about another soundless gasp, rocking their bodies even more. Piper could not even protest if he wanted to, he could not make a sound. This made Evan laugh lightly and as he rubbed into Hartley with his leg he could not resist another taunt. "Yer the master of sound, so how about you cry out fer me?" Right as Piper went to make a retort, Evan went for his neck and gave a firm press into his package, causing his open mouth to not release the planned profanities, but instead a sensual moan that made him around as much as an animal in heat as his assailant. That was the moment where Evan lost all control, he groaned himself as he did what he had held back from. He grabbed onto Piper with both hands firmly and pressed his lips onto Piper's own with a passion, a yearning
that gave away that this was not an act of hate, there was a twisted emotion involved here, one that Piper refused to name. Hartley's anger rose, killing his parents was one thing, doing this was another, but Evan still caring for Piper in any way is what made him truly sick. Evan pulled him over to the bed forcefully, never allowing Piper to free his lips. He held down both of Piper's hands above his head on the bed with one hand and the rest of his body weight was pressed against his legs that hung off the bed, leaving Evan's body in an arc over the smaller man's, and his other hand free to tug and tear at his own shirt until he was able to remove it. Piper's sheet was lost somewhere in transition from the wall to the bed but it would not be enough for the lusting Scotsman until he could embrace his bare pale figure with his own, though his was vastly different. His skin was darker, a toned shade to match his toned muscles that allowed for him to control the red head so easily. He had more hair on him than Piper, and as Piper noted as he finally was allowed to breathe from the suffocating kiss of passion, it was in messy brown strands to match the man's mop of hair that stuck up every which way from being confined in a mask, though his eyes were drawn down Evan's chest to a treasure trail. He could not look away as he gaped at the tightness of the Scotsman's pants, and the tan hand that was about to release that pressure.
"W-why would you do this? Y-you're not even-"
"Yer late" The Scotsman's face changed from lust to a combination of annoyance and what was it, disappointment? As he fought to kick off his footwear he leaned in and went for Piper's neak, his anger in combination with his lust came through with a series of light bites, enough for Piper to shake, but light enough to make the shaking not from pain, but reluctant pleasure.
"Late?" Piper knew anything he said could set the madman on top of him off, but he could not help to want to dive deeper, after all, this was at some point someone whom he counted as, what, a friend? No it was never like that between them. There was a small silence between the two men as Evan's mouth was otherwise occupied and it did what Piper never wanted, allowed time for him to think back to before his seething hatred, into the past. As the image of the Rogues at a happier time came into his mind, Evan leaned his body closer in the thralls of his passion, his body too eager to rub up against the object of his lust to wait till his skin was bare. Hartley held back a moan as best as he could as he felt hardness rub against his own. He almost succeeded, but it escaped as he heard a brogue whisper into his ear.
"The Rogues had a meetin' after you went straight and you never showed, so everyone said ye must have been telling th' truth when you said tha' ye were gonna quit. I told em yeh were just late." Evan nuzzled his head into Piper's ear as he continued to rub against him in a beating rhythm that matched the beating of his heart. It was strange for Hartley, he had always had the hearing for such a thing but he had never quite listened to someone else's heart. Especially McCollach's, since after that Piper was forced with the reality that the man who killed his family had one. "I joined th' Rogues to escape ye know, to go into meh own wonderland. But ye just had teh ruin it." He continued to whisper, but that last line had a sting to it as his body jerked out of tune for just a second as he let one of his hands move towards his pants. On the off-beat Hartley retuned to his senses, having caught himself lost in the sound of their heartbeats performing in harmony. He felt so sick, he was allowing himself to be sucked in by the monster that ruined his life. It was then he realized that all along he had never held the real man behind the Mirror Master mask accountable, when he imagined his revenge or thought of his anger, he never once imagined Evan McCollach, the man he had grown to know over years of poker, heists, and booze. Evan was a broken man, had always been. Everyone knew this, but they let him around anyway, because that is what the Rogues were all about.
"Please don't do this" He turned his head so that their eyes could meet, their faces only centimetres away, letting himself make eye contact with his old friend for the first time since
since his old friend had utterly betrayed him. His eyes were like a broken mirror, it was hard to put together all of the pieces. At the top of it all was the glaze of lust, but Hartley knew him well enough to be able to peel away all of his layers. There was the madness, the never-ending madness, but also that bit of humanity that Evan always pushed back in order to keep himself from losing the last bit of his sanity. The last bit that was as scared as Piper was. A broken mirror. He saw how Evan slightly recoiled as their eyes met. His mind was unravelling, and he could not allow himself to let that sink in, so he pushed it away as he pushed his lips against Hartley's own. It was one swift movement in one swift moment in which Piper was lost.