Only the dim glow of the screen illuminated Hackerman, leaving his face in a shrouded mystery under his hood.

From the corner of Hackerman's room, a figure crept out of the void. A nightmare silhouette crowned with a trillby hat. Hatman stood behind Hackerman, his cold strong hands squeezed Hackman's shoulders. 

The frenzy of typing ceased. Hackman spun around in his Respawn Pro chair. Their faceless expressions hide their desires. 

"Are you not scared stiff?" Hatman whispered.

"Oh I'm stiff but not scared." Hackman replied.

Hatman's eyes moved down to Hackerman's lap to see a tower of lust erected in his honor. He was shocked by the size.

"People only see me from the desk up, I have no need for pants." Hackman said.

In a moment of passion Hatman spun around and dropped his shadow pants to expose his shadow love hole.

Looking over his shoulder Hatman said "Everyone is paralyzed because of the benadryl and I just want someone to move for me. Touch me for once. Take me Hackman!"

Hackman stood and placed his nibble fingers around Hatman's slender waist. He took one hand and lowered Hatman down with such force, his hat fell off. Than he thrusted deep.

"I'm in!" moaned Hackerman.