V: The V in Vengeance

by Snyder, J. M.

  Brusquely, Vic spun Matt around, away from the storefronts toward the street. Matt gasped as Vic grabbed both his wrists and held them out at his sides. Somewhere far away, Sadie barked, but Vic barely felt her leash wrap around his legs as she circled her owners. His glower darkened as he pinned Matt to the side of a car and closed the distance that separated them. “You want me?” Vic murmured, his face in Matt’s. “You want a piece of me? Is that it?”

  With a nervous laugh, Matt admitted, “I want all of you.”

  A slow grin split Vic’s face, marring his terrible visage and softening his hard features. Before Matt could ask, Vic kissed him hungrily. Matt leaned back against the hood of the car, surrendering to the man above him. Vic’s lips parted Matt’s; his tongue delved into his lover, tasting him, imploring.

  ::Good thing I’m all yours, then,:: Vic thought. ::What’s say we take this home and keep it between us?::

  Matt nodded, unwilling to break their kiss to speak. Vic released one of his wrists to dip into the front pocket of Matt’s jeans, searching for the car keys. Instead, he found a firm length coiled in the bottom of Matt’s pocket. Against Matt’s mouth, Vic whispered, “What’s this?”

  “Yours,” Matt told him. Shaking his other wrist free from Vic’s grip, Matt clung to his lover as if trying to press together as much of their bodies as he could. “Isn’t that what you’re after?”

  Vic planted a kiss in the curved spot between Matt’s nose and upper lip. “I was looking for your keys.”

  “Other pocket,” Matt said.

  Vic dove into the right pocket. Matt laughed and wiggled his hips, more hindrance than help, but Vic had to admit he enjoyed his lover’s body moving against his. He felt the hot, heavy press of Sadie’s backside against his calves where she had settled down. Fingering the key fob at the bottom of Matt’s pocket, Vic asked, “These?”

  Suddenly the shrill blare of a car alarm split the quiet evening around them. The sound set Sadie howling. Matt jumped away from the car he leaned against, grabbing at Vic. “Jesus. That’s my car.”

  “Matty, hold up.” Vic tried to extract his hand from Matt’s pocket and couldn’t. Matt stood too close, and every time Vic stepped back, he closed the gap between them. Both their legs were tangled up in Sadie’s lead—she was too busy trying to match the wail of the alarm to move out of their way. “Matt, let me get your keys.”

  The alarm started to cycle now, wah-wah-wah, an annoying sound that disturbed the still evening. Sadie answered with a series of sharp barks that only added to the cacophony. “That’s my car,” Matt said again, surprise in his voice. “I didn’t know we were leaning on it. Can’t you turn it off?”

  “Can’t you give me the keys?” Vic shot back.

  “Oh, sorry.” Matt tried to stick a hand into his pocket only to find Vic’s already there. So he stepped back, finally, and held his shirt out of the way as Vic managed to wrest his hand free, the keys caught between his first two fingers. It took another moment or two of hitting buttons at random to silence the alarm. Sadie kept up her racket until Vic leaned back and scratched her ears—at his touch, she quieted, raising her head to whimper at him.

  With a shaky laugh, Matt ran a hand through his dark, disheveled curls. “So that’s what it sounds like. I don’t think I’ve ever set it off before.”

  Pressing another button, Vic unlocked the doors, then opened the one on the passenger side for Matt. “Hopefully it won’t be the only thing you set off tonight.”

  Before Matt could get in, Sadie scrambled inside and spread out along the back seat of the car. Then Matt dropped into the passenger seat, playfully biting at the front of Vic’s jeans as he did. “You set me off,” he teased. “Why aren’t we home and fucking already?”

  Why indeed?

  * * * *

  By the time Vic pulled into an empty spot in front of their apartment building, though, Matt dozed fitfully, head against the window. Sadie’s muzzle peeked from between the front seats; she had nosed up under Matt’s hand, which now draped over her head. When Vic disturbed her to pull up the hand brake, he placed a finger to his lips for silence. “Shh. Let him sleep.”

  Sadie whimpered in reply.

  As gracefully as he could, Vic got out of the car. Unfortunately, that meant he opened the door and sort of rolled onto the street. Why anyone ever invented cars so damn low to the ground, he’d never understand. Before he could close the door Sadie scramble out after him, nails clicking on the hard tarmac of the road. Vic snapped her lead onto her collar before she could go too far and quietly shut the door. He pulled on the handle to ensure it was locked—he didn’t trust those damn electronic key fobs—then ducked down to make sure the noise hadn’t disturbed his lover.

  It hadn’t. Through the driver’s side window, Vic could see Matt still asleep.

  So much for dessert, Vic thought, palming the keys as he skirted the front of the car. Sadie headed for the bushes at the front of the building, and Vic let her go to kneel by the passenger side door. Carefully, he opened the door and caught Matt before he could slide to the ground. With a shuddery sigh, Matt buried his head against Vic’s chest, arms wrapping around Vic’s neck to hold him close.

  “I’ve got you,” Vic murmured. He eased an arm behind Matt’s back, the other under Matt’s knees, and stood with his lover cradled like a child in his arms. For a second, Matt seemed too heavy—he was a grown man, no matter how strong Vic might be.

  But then a burst of energy shot down Vic’s arms and across his back, invigorating him, as his superhuman strength kicked in. Suddenly Matt felt weightless, a mere two hundred pounds when compared to the thousand plus Vic regularly benched. Backing onto the sidewalk, Vic kicked Matt’s door shut, then shifted his lover in his embrace as he aimed the key fob at the car. This time he was careful to push the right button, and the headlights flickered once as the alarm beeped, signaling the car was locked.

  The noise startled Matt, who snuggled closer to Vic.

  “Shh,” Vic told him, kissing the curls at Matt’s temple. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

  He spoke the words mentally, as well, and they seemed to soothe Matt, who relaxed. Vic called for Sadie, who trotted to join him as he headed inside. Up the steps into their building, then up the stairs to their apartment. For one hairy moment Vic couldn’t see to get the key into the lock on the door, but he didn’t want to put Matt down and finally the damn thing slid into place. Sadie ran ahead as Vic locked the door behind them and carried Matt down the hall to their bedroom, where he deposited his lover on the bed.

  Before he could stand, Matt grabbed the front of Vic’s shirt and held him down. “Vic,” he sighed, his voice sleepy. “Come here.”

  “Matt—”

  Vic got no farther before Matt’s mouth covered his in an ardent kiss. As Matt’s tongue slipped between Vic’s lips, Vic unzipped Matt’s jeans, spreading the fly wide to rub over the front of his briefs. The hardness there surprised Vic. How could his lover sleep with this crammed in his pants? Prodding Matt’s erection, Vic pulled away long enough to ask, “When did you plan on telling me about this?”

  “I figured you’d find it sooner or later.” Matt tugged at Vic’s shirt in an effort to pull his lover onto the bed, but Vic didn’t budge. “Are you going to take it off or what?”

  “You’re not too tired?” Vic wanted to know.

  The look Matt gave him spoke volumes. “Vic, please. When have I ever—hey!”

  Matt’s words dissolved into laughter as Vic hurried to unzip his own jeans. He pushed them down and stepped out of them in one fluid move, then crawled onto Matt, arms wrapping around Matt’s waist as he nuzzled Matt’s neck. He bit and nipped playfully at his lover’s throat, hands tickling over Matt’s midsection. Matt squirmed beneath him, now very much awake. “Vic!” he cried, breathless.

  Vic rolled over him onto his own side of the bed. He pulled Matt along with him, resting on his back so Matt straddled his waist. The moment Matt was free he
sat up and, with one finger, poked at one of the balls on the short rods Vic wore through his pierced nipples. The touch was maddening, sending spikes of pleasure through Vic as the piercing stimulated his nipple. “Matty,” he sobbed, catching Matt’s hand in his.

  Matt’s other hand picked up where he’d left off. Each time it rubbed over the piercing, pure delight shot down Vic’s belly to coil in his groin. His cock, mildly interested before, woke at Matt’s inquisitive touch and now strained the front of Vic’s boxers. As Vic caught Matt’s other hand, his lover rocked back and bumped against the hard dick behind him. His eyes went wide. Shaking his hands free from Vic’s, he reached behind him and asked, “What’s this?”

  “You know very well…ah!” Vic gasped as Matt wiggled his hips and scooted back. His ass pressed Vic’s cock down with a delicious ache, grinding it into his balls, which throbbed with want. Farther, and Matt fisted the front of Vic’s underwear with both hands. “Matty, yes, yes, yes!”

  Farther still, and Matt shuffled down Vic’s legs, hands still clenched in Vic’s boxers. When he reached the end of the bed, he slid off and pulled the boxers down with him, exposing a thickly veined cock that swung up to greet Matt. Quickly Matt shucked off his own jeans. As he leaned over to step out of them, he snapped at the head of Vic’s dick and narrowly missed, earning himself a smear of pre-cum along his cheek for his trouble.

  Vic pressed his dick down, angled toward his lover. Matt nipped at it again, caught it this time between his lips, and nibbled the tip as Vic squirmed on the bed. “Yes!” he cried, his voice a bellow that filled the room. “God, Matty! Yes, yes!”

  Climbing back onto the bed, Matt knelt between Vic’s thighs, his lover’s knees bent and raised to drape his lower legs over Matt’s hips. With a resounding slap on Vic’s broad belly, Matt instructed, “Lube, if you please, sir. I see a hole I need to fill.”

  “Just fuck me raw,” Vic groused, but he reached over and tugged open the drawer on his bedside table. Blindly he fumbled around in it, searching for lubricant, finding none. “Fuck.”

  Matt scooted nearer. His knees spread around Vic’s ass in a V shape, cradling it, and he grabbed hold of Vic’s upper thighs to pull him closer. “Sometime tonight. Unless…”

  The head of his dick bumped between Vic’s ass cheeks. The sudden pressure there drove Vic crazy; he yanked out the drawer, pulling it free from the table and onto the bed beside them. Sitting up a little, Vic rooted through the contents, cursing under his breath. “God damn it the fuck—here. Use this.”

  He tossed Matt a small sample-sized bottle of hand lotion. Opening it, Matt squirted a liberal dollop into his palm and grimaced. “Smells girly.”

  “I don’t care what it smells like,” Vic roared. He wriggled down a little, butting up against Matt. “Just use it, Matty. Please.”

  Matt rubbed the lotion between Vic’s buttocks, slick fingers easily gliding into Vic’s tight hole. Vic clenched his muscles to draw Matt in, harder, faster, but Matt extracted his fingers with an oily pop and began to grease his own hard length. He pressed his cockhead against Vic again and eased inside, inch by excruciating inch, rubbing the lotion onto his shaft as he went. Vic felt Matt enter, felt the sting and burn as his own body stretched to accommodate his lover, and his hips rose up off the bed to drive him farther inside. “Matty,” he gasped, hands fisted in the bed sheets one moment, then grasping Matt’s knees the next. “Please, yes, God, yes, pleasepleaseplease yes.”

  Once fully in, Matt ran his lotioned hands over Vic’s cock, tugging and pulling him toward orgasm. Vic lay back against the bed, savoring his lover in him, on him, loving him. They moved as one, slowly, drawing the moment out between them. With their telepathic ability, Vic felt both the dick in his ass and the tight muscle clenched around his own shaft. Matt wasn’t simply near him but in him, not just physically but mentally, driven so far inside Vic wasn’t sure where he ended and his lover began. He didn’t have to know—Matt enveloped every part of him, body and soul, heart and mind. They were one being, pure in their love, seeking completion. Vic felt himself soaring above the moment to touch something beyond himself, something he’d never felt with another, and when Matt finally came deep within him, the fiery rush of his seed spurred Vic’s own release.

  * * * *

  Matt dreamed they were down in Carytown again. This time he was in charge—when they neared his car, he pinned Vic against it with the intensity of his kiss, not the other way around. Vic surrendered beneath him, giving into Matt’s insistent lips. The shirt Vic wore tore away easily, and he turned to place both hands against the hood of the car as Matt trailed hot kisses down his lover’s spine. Matt took a moment to trace the Celtic knot tattooed in the small of Vic’s back, wetting the black ink with his tongue, before he yanked down Vic’s jeans. In the dream, his lover wore no underwear, and with loving bites Matt made his way around one fleshy buttock, up the crack in Vic’s ass, then around the next buttock, ending at the perfect hole at Vic’s center.

  With an audible gasp Matt felt deep in his own nuts, Vic arched his back, presenting more of himself to Matt’s hungry tongue. As Matt rimmed trembling skin, Vic fisted his hands in the hood of Matt’s car and the metal crumpled like paper beneath his strength. Once again the car alarm began to sound, bleating at first. After a few moments, the alarm kicked into its second cycle, a long, drawn-out whooooop that repeated again and again. Whooooop! Whooooop! Whooo—

  Blearily Matt woke, the sound following him. He rubbed a hand over his face and blinked, unsure if his eyes were even open in the darkness. The clock beside his bed read 2:10. Though he knew the sound wasn’t that alarm, he hit the snooze button just to make sure.

  The sound continued. Matt shook his head, trying to chase away the dream he’d been having. Something about Vic, and a car. His car. An alarm was going off. Probably someone coming in late who set it off accidentally. Weren’t they going to turn it off?

  The alarm fell into its final phase, a constant eh eh eh like an agitated animal. Matt glanced at the clock again—two in the morning. Then it hit him. Was that his car?

  Like a splash of cold water, the question spurred him into action. Matt reached across the bed to find his lover’s warm shoulder beneath the cover. Giving it a shake, he whispered, “Hey, Vic. Vic. I think that’s my car.”

  Beside him, Vic groaned. But Matt’s body surged with adrenaline at the thought of his car alarm going off, and the urgency he felt raced through the telepathic bond they shared to catch fire in Vic’s mind. When Matt called his name again, Vic sat up, fully awake. “What?”

  “That’s my car.” Convinced, Matt clicked on the nearby lamp and slipped out of bed. The dog slept at the foot of the bed, defiantly ignoring her own fuzzy pad on the floor. When Matt stood, Sadie’s head jerked up, ears pert, all senses alert. Matt paid her no mind as he stepped into the briefs he’d worn earlier. “Where are my keys?”

  With a leonine roar, Vic yawned in response. Matt squatted to root through the clothes mingling together on the floor—his own shirt, Vic’s jeans, the T-shirt Vic had worn earlier. A keychain jingled when Matt moved the jeans and he extracted his keys from one of Vic’s pockets. >From his spot on the bed, Vic fell back against the pillow. “Matty,” he sighed. “I don’t think—”

  The alarm fell silent when Matt pressed the button on his key fob. Shit. That meant… “It was mine.” Standing, he pulled on his rumpled jeans and ran an unsteady hand through his hair in an effort to tame his wild curls. “What the hell? I’m going to take a look.”

  Vic groaned. “Do you know what time it is?”

  “Vic,” Matt started. “My car.”

  Exasperated, Vic pushed himself up into a sitting position. “I’ll come with you. Give me a minute.”

  Matt was already shrugging into his shirt. “You don’t have to. It’s just outside.”

  “Hold up,” Vic told him. “I don’t want you going alone.”

  “I’ll take Sadie.” At the sound of her name, th
e dog jumped off the bed and ran for the bedroom door.

  But Vic shook his head as he rubbed his face in an effort to wake up. “I’m coming, too.”

  So Matt waited while Vic dressed in what he’d worn earlier, the T-shirt and jeans, tugging them up over bare skin and leaving his underwear on the floor. Matt hugged himself, keys in one hand, and shifted from foot to foot, anxious. Here it was, the middle of the night, and he had to get up for work in less than four hours. He was going to hate himself in the morning, he just knew it, but there was no way he’d get back to sleep now without having a look at his car first. Had someone brushed against it, setting off the alarm? Had something fallen on it? What could have possibly…

  “Ready.” Vic clapped Matt on the back, his hand smoothing down Matt’s shirt to rest on his hip. “I can run out, if you want. Take a quick look—”

  “I’m coming, too.” Matt shook the keys, resolute. “It’s my car.”

  He followed Sadie through their darkened apartment and out into the hall. Vic paused to attach the dog’s lead to her collar, then hurried after Matt, pulling the door to their apartment shut but not locking it. As they headed down the stairs to the first floor, Matt craned his neck to try and see out the windows in the front door, but all he saw was a swatch of curb and the tail end of Vic’s car. His heart skipped in his chest and he hurried down the last few steps to hit the front door at a run. Pushing it open, he stepped out onto the stoop and stopped.

  Vic bumped into his back as Sadie headed for the bushes to relieve herself. “Matty—”

  “God damn it,” Matt cursed.

  The passenger side window of his Jaguar had been shattered. Shards of broken glass stuck up like jagged teeth from the car door and littered the sidewalk. The side view mirror hung at an awkward angle, and the hood was bumpy and pocked as if something hard had struck it. Matt’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of the damage, and he glanced around, sure someone was watching his reaction. Who’d done this? And why?

  Lost for words, Matt swore again. “They fucked up my car.” Beneath his bare feet, the concrete steps were cold as bone. He came a little farther out and held the door for Vic. Waving a hand at his vehicle, he asked no one in particular, “Who the hell did this? That’s my car, Vic. They fucked up my car.”