by Quil Carter
And those lips ignited me like they were blow torches, and my blood the gasoline.
I parted my lips and took him in deeper. Ryan stroked my neck with his fingers, his touch fanning the flames currently licking and devouring my resolve and self-control. I decided in a moment of pure impulse, to rest my own hand on his side, but the moment I touched him, I found myself craving more.
And I got what I wanted.
As we continued to kiss, I slid my hand underneath his blue dress shirt. When I felt his bare skin against my fingers and palm, so warm and soft, the room spun. Unable to hold myself back, and since I’d made it this far, I stroked his side, then moved my hand to his back.
Ryan pulled away for a second and swore. His breathing was heavy, as was mine, the atmosphere around us hot and full of invisible energy. Everything felt like it was spinning and on fire, like my life as it was had become an amusement park ride in Hell.
I watched him, my hand still stroking his back slowly. He wasn’t looking at me, and I had to wonder just what was going on behind those eyes. What I would give to just know how he felt about me.
What was stopping me from asking?
I pulled him towards me and locked our lips again. This time, when our mouths had both opened to take the other one in deeper, it was me who slid my tongue along his lips. Without any hesitation, I was greeted with his, and our tongues began to rub and caress each other.
By this time, I was hard. I didn’t want him to know I was aroused, but it physically felt good to have it in that state. It took me back to killing Mario, and that reminder brought to me a fresh wave of desire.
Pandora’s Box had been opened, and opened it had remained. Now that I’d tapped into the sexual side of my being, I’d found myself driven to explore it. I knew that exploration was usually done by one’s self, I already knew that Nero had found that out. But it looked like I’d be skipping that step and going directly to having someone to do it with me.
And just like that, kissing suddenly wasn’t enough.
I began unbuttoning his shirt. It wasn’t until I was halfway done that Ryan broke our kiss. He swore again, swearing had been the only response I’d gotten during all of this, but he let me remove every single button, and he even let me push the fabric off of his shoulders.
“Elish…” Ryan whispered. I was dismayed that there was hesitation in his voice. I ignored it and began running my hand down his chest. “We need to put on the brakes now…”
I ignored him and began rubbing his left pec with my thumb. Ryan’s eyes closed and he tilted his head backwards as he inhaled a long, deep breath.
Then I leaned into him, and took the hardening bud into my mouth.
“Elish!” Ryan gasped. He jolted himself away and jumped to his feet. “Elish, that’s enough for – for right now.” I got up, grabbed the back of his head, and forced his lips to mine.
He indulged me, his breathing so heavy it was like he’d just been running, and when he tried to pull away again, I clenched my hand around his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair, and held him in place. I continued kissing him until I was done, but when I pulled away, I didn’t let go of my hold on his head. I wanted to see the expression on his face.
He looked shocked, bewildered and perhaps slightly alarmed. But when I glanced down, I saw the bulge in his khakis and that told me all I needed to know.
“You want me,” I whispered. I released the tuft of hair and smirked, then I leaned in and kissed his neck. “How much do you want me, professor?”
“Elish.” Ryan shuddered as he exhaled. “You’re in a compromised state right now. You’ve been through a lot today with – with what happened to Sacario, and you’re acting out because of it. I don’t want you to do something you’re going to regret because you sought comfort in the wrong–” I kissed him again and while he was distracted, I slid a hand down his pants.
And I felt my first dick.
The rock hard penis was radiating heat, it felt like I’d stuck my hand into an oven. I put my hand around it and closed it over the shaft, and when Ryan gasped and tried to pull away, I held it firm enough to stop him.
“Elish, stop,” Ryan groaned. His voice was bordering on begging but the proof of his desire was throbbing in my hand. I unzipped and unbuttoned him, then pulled it out and began stroking it.
“Fuck… this isn’t… we can’t do this.” But his hand was already reaching towards me. I shivered with anticipation when he unbuttoned my pants and pulled down the fly, then his hand slid down my briefs.
His touch brought with it an avalanche of sensations, all of them good. I let out a moan through my heavy breathing and looked down to see him pull out my penis. He ran his hand along the shaft, then lightly gripped the head.
Oh, fuck, it felt good. Fuck, did it ever feel good. What had I been missing out on? The most I’d ever done with my own hard cock was rub it against my mattress as I laid down on my stomach. But that pleasurable feeling was nothing… fucking nothing compared to this.
“What… what have you done before?” Ryan said. The tone of his voice had shifted, it had gotten deeper, gravellier, like our sexual energy was weighing it down.
“Nothing,” I said back. “I had no desire to, before you…”
Ryan lightly pulled on the head, then began rubbing the slit with his thumb. “I’d be lying if I said that didn’t excite me…” he whispered. Then he removed his hand. “Touch it for me, show me how you do it.” He put his own hand on his cock and began to run it up and down.
I shook my head. “I’ve… I’ve never done that. I don’t even know how.”
Ryan stared at me for a moment, disbelief painted on his face. “Fuck…” he whispered. “Elish, I… I can’t, it’s not right. I’m… I can’t.” But as he said this he sunk to his knees. “I can’t do this…” My heart began to thrash when he leaned his face towards my hard dick. “I can’t…” He kissed the thin blond strands, then the tip of my cock. “… do this.” My body convulsed from desire when his tongue slipped through his lips, and licked the slit. Then he put his mouth over it.
Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. I jumped and so did Ryan, horror ripping through the lustful atmosphere like an iceberg had been plunged into a hot tub.
Both of us turned towards the door. Ryan recoiled back and turned and rose, then to my frustration and anger, he walked towards his front entrance.
“What are you doing,” I said breathlessly. The urge to carry on was overwhelming. He couldn’t just leave it like this. Fuck, I… I had to get rid of this boiling pressure, this tight throbbing. I needed to release it – I needed Ryan to release it.
“Put… put your pants back on,” Ryan stammered, his face flushed and red. “It’s probably my neighbour about some lawn mowing… I, ah…” He glanced back, but then jumped when there was another knock. No, it wasn’t a knock… this was an all-out assaulting bang.
That was no neighbour…
A second influx of horror swiftly followed the first. The only thing I could think of was that it was Garrett. That he’d followed me here.
Or worse… what if it was Silas?
“Wait… don’t answer that–” But it was too late. Seemingly hell-bent on putting a stop to what I so desperately wanted to have continue, Ryan opened the door and I jumped away from the line of sight of whoever was standing on that porch.
I looked around and stood beside a bookshelf full of books and prayed to the universe that I didn’t hear the voice of one of my family members.
But when the person spoke and I realized it wasn’t Garrett or Silas, there was no relief.
“I… I… can I come in, Ryli?” I heard Todd say, his voice a broken whine. He let out a sob then. “I need you… something fucking terrible has happened.”
Ryli?
I saw red. A deep red, as if I was seeing into the future and was witnessing the blood I knew would soon slick my hand.
Unable to help myself, I reached down and pulled the zipp
er of my pants back down and undid the button…
… then I walked into the middle of the living room, my eyes fixing on the tear-stained, miserable shitsnake that was Todd.
“Ryli is busy right now,” I said coolly.
Todd’s miserable eyes shot to me, instantly the despair vaporized from his face, replaced by a tight-fitting mask of ferocious rage.
“YOU!” Todd screamed, the intensity of his voice making saliva spit from his mouth. He announced his full descent into madness with an inhuman scream, and charged towards me with his arms outstretched like a starved zombie who’d found fresh meat.
I chuckled, and jumped away from Todd as he swung at me.
“Todd!” Ryan’s voice rang out. He lurched forward and grabbed Todd, preventing the young man from taking another jump at me, then held the manic idiot back as he screamed and thrashed.
There was an insanity to him that rivalled Silas’s crazed states. Todd was nothing short of possessed in that moment, a thousand devils lived in that wide-eyed gaze, and every one of them wanted to tear me limb from limb.
“Let me go!” Todd cried as he clawed the air. I could see the stress on Ryan’s face as he’s struggled to restrain Todd; he didn’t have a good hold on him. “Let me go!”
Then there was a shift. Suddenly Todd then let out a wail of defeat and collapsed onto his knees, the demon-rage leaving him swiftly.
And the pathetic little wretch then began to sob on the living room carpet, the momentum of his sadness matched equally by the fury that had left only seconds before.
My eyes narrowed when Ryan’s hold switched from restraining him to supporting him. “What’s wrong?” he asked, and the temperature of my blood rose when I heard a familiarity in his tone, like he was speaking with someone he knew intimately. “Todd? Come on. What happened?”
“Get him out of the damn house!” I snapped. I hadn’t told Ryan what I’d done to Mario. I didn’t want to tell him now. We’d been in the middle of…
“HE KILLED MARIO!” Todd shrieked hysterically. He grabbed onto his hair and released another powerful scream, his eyes shut tight and his mouth wide open like a venus fly trap. “HE FUCKING CUT OFF HIS HEAD!”
Ryan’s attention snapped towards me and his face turned several shades paler. “W-what?” he stammered. “What are you talking about?”
Rage rocked me like an earthquake. I stalked up to Todd, raised my foot and kicked him in the chest. “I’d keep my mouth shut if I were you,” I snarled, just as Ryan yelled my name. I watched with deep satisfaction as Todd cried out in pain, clutching his chest before erupting into hacking coughs, ones so hard his eyes bulged out of their sockets.
“Elish!” Ryan yelled. He grabbed my shoulder and whirled me around to face him. I didn’t like the force behind his movements. He needed to watch himself. “Is he telling the truth? Tell me he’s not fucking telling the truth!” There was so much horror in those eyes, I did love how he wore his emotions on his sleeve. I was seeing new sides of him with every private encounter we had. How many more would I be able to draw from him?
I couldn’t wait to see. I was looking forward to them all. From ecstatic to despair, lustful to rage, love to hate. I would soon get to know all parts of him, inside and out.
“Elish!” Ryan grabbed my shoulders and shook me. “Is he telling the truth?”
I smirked, and Ryan dropped me, his face dropping in shock. “Jesus Christ…” He turned his back to me, but the moment he was no longer watching me, Todd jumped to his feet, retracted his arm, and punched me right in the face.
My head flew back and I was knocked off balance. Just as I stumbled, Todd tackled me and we fell to the ground. He began punching me in the face and head, bright lights flashing and pulsing in my vision followed by a deep throbbing pain.
I could hear shouting, but everything sounded like it had been submerged under water. I tried to move, my body bogged down and heavy, and managed to sit up. I saw thrashing feet in front of me, then I looked down and saw strings of blood dripping down my face and onto the floor.
“I fucking jack off to the memory of your brother slashing Cristo’s neck!” Todd screamed hysterically. “He screamed like a bitch, and you blubbered over him like a fucking woman, you pathetic fucking pussy!” Ryan was dragging him towards the door, his eyes bugged out from fear.
All dizziness and pain left me. Like a plug being pulled on a drain, it spun around in a single circle before slipping down into the abyss, leaving nothing behind in its wake but empty space.
I rose to my feet, my body weightless, and turned to Todd still being dragged, thrashing and screaming, by Ryan.
“The whole fucking school knows Silas has been fucking you three since you were kids!” Todd continued. His voice was breaking and cracking from the sheer intensity of the tone, as if his mind knew that all he had were screamed words and was making a desperate attempt to use the invisible audio as a physical weapon of defense. “That’s why you’re so fucking damaged, Daddy Silas has been sticking his cock in his little abominations. What happened, huh? Did Cristo get jealous and kidnap his child husband? Did you scream when he fucked you like you screamed when he died? Or did you just moan like a whore and beg for more?”
My feet took me towards him, my fingers flexing back and forth as jolts of energy ripped all throughout my body. I found that I was not angry at the horrible things Todd was screaming, there was another emotion replacing where the rage should’ve reigned, one I had yet to name.
All I knew about this new emotion, was that it was triggering me in a way reminiscent to Pavlov’s dog. The sound of Todd’s desperate howls was filling my mouth with saliva, like I was anticipating tasting more hot blood, freshly pumped from a dying enemy.
It hadn’t been that long since I’d taught Mario the lesson he’d never forget…
… and it seemed that I was about to be called upon again.
Was I that good of a teacher?
I closed the last several feet of distance between me and Todd. He was struggling still in Ryan’s grip, now in front of the entrance slipping and sliding on a door mat that was crumpled underneath his shoes.
Ryan must’ve seen the expression on my face. “Elish, no!” he begged frantically. He swore, and to my surprise, he dropped Todd and dashed out of my line of sight.
At first I thought he was going to flee, but I was wrong.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ryan pick up his landline phone.
He was going to call the god damn thiens.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” I turned to him and snarled. I stalked to Ryan and put my hand out to shove him out of the way, anger controlling my every move like it was the parasite and I the willing host.
But when I reached out to touch Ryan, I realized it wasn’t just anger that was ripping through my body. To the surprise of all those watching, myself included, the moment my hand touched Ryan’s arm an electrical snap shattered the air. Ryan flew backwards like there was an invisible string yanking him away, and he landed hard in front of the coffee table, several loose papers and a book falling onto him.
And I realized there was smoke rising from a black patch on his arm.
I stared down at my hand and my eyes widened.
Silas’s abilities… the way he could make his touch different temperatures, different elements. My master had told me that the thermal touch, the one that created heat, had been discovered when he was young, but the rest of them weren’t until his early teens. Because none of us had developed the heat touch when we were little, he’d thought the ability had failed. I’d been overjoyed when I realized I had that ability, Silas too.
And it looked like another one of those abilities, being able to create an electric current… had finally decided to make itself known.
There was no time to admire my new ability now. I had bigger things on my mind.
I glared down my prey. Every fucking thing that he said to me echoed through my head, taunting me, yelling at me, picking
at and devouring one of the few sensitive areas in my head. I wasn’t a man who had many weaknesses. And the fact that Todd knew them, and not only that, continued to use them as weapons towards me, was unacceptable.
My memories of Cristo were treasured, each one I held dearly to my chest. That asshole had no right to taint those precious memories. He was nothing – and it was time that he was shown just how worthless he was.
This ended today.
“Elish!” Ryan cried, his voice drowning alive in weakness. He coughed and tried to rise to standing. “Elish… please, don’t… do this.”
My eyes were pinning Todd down. The man himself had barely moved since Ryan had dropped him in an attempt to stop me. His entire demeanor had changed in mere moments, there were no more spat words spilling forth from his shit-filled mouth, Todd was now staring at me with eyes bulging with fear and a stance that had backed him up against the wall.
I wonder at which point did he realize he was fucked? I wish I’d been able to see that shift myself, taste the change in flavour as the fear consumed the agony-induced bravery. I bet it tasted almost as good as his blood would.
Yes, look at that fear, look at it tearing through him, lacerating his body and cutting him down. It was intoxicating to have it so heavy in the air. I breathed it in deeply, and allowed my own body every visceral reaction that came with a chimera smelling undiluted terror.
I flexed my fingers, feeling currents of electricity travel up and down each digit. I could sense the electric field my body was creating, it felt like I was a living tesla lamp.
Then I smiled.
I wonder…
“Poor poor Todd,” I whispered. I kneeled down in front of him, and was gifted a sputtering whimper, a difficult feat for him as he was gasping and shaking like a cold wet dog. He’d pressed himself flat up against the wall now, the door to his right and the living room windows to his left. There was nowhere for him to go – he was my victim.
And I, his god.
“Ryan… help,” Todd cried. He screamed when I raised my hand, deliberately doing it slow to draw out his fear. When I attempted to touch him, he tried to back away, but all he managed to do was crush himself against the wall. “Ryan! HELP!”