by Quil Carter
Killian let out a snarling scream. “Fucking let me go!”
Kiki, with his hand cupping his nose and blood spilling through his fingers, stared at Killian in terror, and when I looked into the reflection of the living room window I knew why. Killian looked like something I had never seen before; his face was twisted in rage, his blue eyes wide and fully insane. He was swiping at the air, clawing at it more like it, his teeth bared and his lips peeled back in an inhuman snarl. This was new, completely fucking new, and it was weirding me out to see this side of him.
“Killian!” I said sharply. “Calm down.” I had my own feelings of hatred towards Kiki, and the last thing I wanted to do was bury them, but I felt that if I showed any more disdain towards the cicaro that Killian would never snap out of his manic rage. “I’m calm, see? If I’m calm, you gotta fucking be calm because this shit happened to me, not–”
“Mark my fucking words,” Killian suddenly growled, the tone of his voice taking me completely off-guard. It was low, lower than his usual high-toned natural voice, and it was smooth, like a silky liquid that contained a deadly poison.
I had heard that tone before, but not from him.
I found myself making eye contact with Kiki, and our gazes locked as Killian spoke.
“Mark my fucking words,” Killian said again. “I will pay you back for what you and your master did to him. It may take a day, or it may take the next twenty years, but I swear on the white flames, I et conteram.”
I et conteram.
I will destroy you.
Kiki and I stared at each other, and for a moment, a brief moment, the two of us shed off what toxic histories we had and shared a look of complete bewilderment. It was like the cicaro knew that Killian didn’t act like this, and he knew it was baffling me as well.
But with a hard jerk of Killian’s body to try and free himself from me, I broke eye contact with Kiki. “Killian, calm the fuck down,” I said to him harshly. “If I’m fucking calm you have to be too. Come on, voice of reason, if anyone has the right to kill him it’s fucking me, and I’m not going to hurt him. Nero isn’t here and he’s the one you want, not his little chew toy.” I jerked Killian back, and when he temporarily stopped fighting me, I twisted him around and forced him into my arms.
Killian’s eyes were open and staring off like a mental patient who had just been put in a straitjacket. I kept waiting for the tears to come like they always did, but he just glared at the wall like he was telepathically trying to set it on fire. His head was shaking too, almost like he was having a light seizure.
“Killian?” I whispered. I glanced at Kiki to make sure he was going to stay put, and moved a hand to Killian’s head. I tried to stroke it. I was angry, fuck knows I was angry, but Killian was starting to disturb me. This was like that odd calmed state he’d assumed when I’d flip out in the plaguelands house, but this had another air to it… a psychotic air. I was seeing many new sides to my boyfriend, a boy who had once been a meek, polite young man with his nose in a book.
I pulled him away from me and put my hands on both sides of his face.
“What’s happening to you?” I whispered to him.
As soon as those words left my lips Killian’s crazed eyes softened just slightly, but the intense stare into the abyss didn’t waver. Even when I gently wiped his flushed cheeks with my thumb he wouldn’t look at me.
“Killi Cat?” I said. “I’m okay. There’s no need to get all worked up. Kiki didn’t personally do anything malicious. He only did what Nero told him to do. He–” The words stung my tongue like droplets of acid. I looked up to Kiki. “Go to your room, you’re not hearing this shit.”
Kiki lowered his head, walked past us, and left the room. I heard the floorboards of the hallway squeak, then the click of a door closing.
I let out a long breath and continued stroking Killian’s cheeks with my thumbs. “We want Nero, Killian, not Kiki. Kiki’s his twinky cicaro and, like I said, he never hurt me. I was the one that hurt him. Did you see that scar on the right side of his face? And the bite scar on his neck?” Killian didn’t answer me so I continued. “I did that. I got a hold of him and ripped his face open and tried to rip out his throat. I hurt him more than he hurt me.”
Killian kept staring forward – then his eyes narrowed.
“So you don’t hate him?” he said; his voice once again plummeting and picking up that odd poisoned satin. “You have Nero’s cicaro in your possession and you’re letting him live?” Killian pulled away from me, his glaring eyes flashing dangerously. “Why is he still alive, Reaper? You have Nero’s treasured little cicaro in your hands. Why aren’t we torturing him right now?”
I stared at him, absolutely fucking dumbfounded. Killian brushed away my shocked stare and continued to glare me down. “We have someone that Nero loves right here. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
My temper flared, like a volcano breaking through a thick sheet of ice. That kid had a deadly way of being able to draw up my anger and sear it to blistering red with his words. Killian was playing a dangerous game with my tolerance and patience for him; he was playing with fire and I knew he was going to eventually get burned.
And he was stupid, he was an amateur. I realized I had no intentions of hurting Kiki right now, and as the question of why presented itself in my mind, my dark thoughts rose up and answered. The answer was as clear as day, and was ringing through my clouded, sadistic mind like church bells on a Sunday.
Why? Because as I retreated into my own mind I saw a much more beautiful video playing in the background. I saw an opportunity in front of me, wrapped up in an orange bow. I had just been dealt a solid hand of cards, and if I played them right, I could hit the jackpot.
I could finally get my revenge, and oh did I have the most sweetest of revenges planned. And to have this become a reality, I’d need to keep my boyfriend from jumping up on the table and kicking around our chips.
This stupid boy had no poker face. He was a teething lion right now, testing his adult fangs on everything he could get his mouth on; but he risked ruining my game with these manic emotions clinging to his sleeve. I had to control him, because if I could pull this off…
I found myself actually closing my eyes at the prospect, and when my eyes closed I heard Nero’s desperate pleading, the rattling of chains – and Kiki rhythmically crying out.
Ah – Ah – Ah – Ah.
Then Killian’s accusing voice pierced the bubble of pleasure inside of my head. “You got all riled up using that flamethrower, and you got hard killing that fucking runaway slave. We fucking have Kiki right here!” he said to me harshly. “So what’s so fucking special about him? Huh? Why don’t you want to fucking kill him too?” He was a distant narrator to the wrong movie though. Because through my closed eyelids I was seeing something that drew up such an excitement in me, I felt it pluck the invisible strings of my most darkest desires. I was seeing something new, something I’d never fantasized about before, and like a pre-teen discovering porn for the first time I found myself feeling like I’d stumbled upon the most forbidden, the most taboo of thoughts.
In my head I was seeing Nero’s desperate face. He was stricken with anguish as I pinned down Kiki; the cicaro’s tight little ass in the air and my hand pulling his right cheek to the side to expose his tight hole. Killian was behind him, fuck he was naked and rock hard, pre-cum on the tip of his cock. My own cock was engorged from desire and my body pulsing with hunger. We were both naked in front of the pet, side by side with this screaming victim splayed out like he was on a butchering block.
This new prospect flashed through my vision unexpectedly, and the fever it brought in it exploded like it was a barrel of gasoline getting dumped on a bonfire.
Then a second image, and this one nearly brought me to my knees with want. I saw not only Kiki being dominated… but I saw Nero. And like an upgrade to first class, all other thoughts were dismissed and my mind focused on that one. I brushed the fringes with Kiki, but
I think I knew what my innermost desire was.
I could dominate Nero. That would cure me of these problems.
Would that cure me?
For a brief moment my mouth pulled down in a frown, because all I wanted in my life right now… was to just be cured, to just be okay and stop… stop feeling so fucked up. I wanted the flashbacks gone; I wanted to have sex with Killian again, not just fuck him but make love to him.
Jesus fucking Christ, I just wanted to be normal and not feel so broken inside.
“– So what the fuck?” Killian raged on. He’d never stopped spitting his venom at me, though my mind had been everywhere else but with him. The fleeting moment that was my silent plea for normalcy was gone with the wind and I almost felt the thud as he grounded me back to my reality.
“We have him right here, Reaper,” he snarled; his voice had now reached a level that was condescending and insulting. “Let’s do it! Fucking come on and show me–”
I opened my eyes and saw Killian’s eyes flaring. Blue eyes in pools of washed out red that threatened to reduce me to cinders. A fire that I knew I would extinguish and stomp on, because this little shit had gotten too big for his boots and I was all about taking him down a few pegs.
In a flash, and without any warning, I grabbed Killian by the back of the head and drew him in for a forced kiss. He immediately tried to pull away, but when he did I roughly seized his jacket and yanked him towards me until we were face-to-face; so close our noses were touching.
“That kiss wasn’t a fucking suggestion,” I growled to him. The mask of flames on his face weakened at my sudden aggression. I pulled him back into the kiss and opened my mouth. His lips trembled and my tongue slipped between them to find his stiff tongue, tucked back towards his throat like a scared dog. I caressed it with my own, my mouth opening and taking him in deeper.
Then I slid my hand down the back of his jeans and grabbed his bare ass. I squeezed it so hard he cried out, then, as I broke our lips, I dug my fingernails into the back of his head and I forced him into a constricting embrace. “You think I’m fucking weak now?” I growled into his ear. “Using your fancy Latin words like you’re some sort of fucking chimera?” He tried to pull away but I dug my nails into his scalp harder, forcing his head to remain over my shoulder. “You think I have something to prove to you? You could always make me laugh,” I hissed. I could feel wetness coming from both of my hands, and shreds of skin getting pushed into my fingernails. “Since when do you call the shots, Killi Cat? Since when did you start thinking I’ve gone soft?”
“I– I didn’t…”
“No, you listen! You want to play with the big boys you’ll be fucking treated like one,” I snapped, and scraped my dug-in fingernails up his ass. Killian cried out and more skin got pushed into them. “Now you listen to me, you brazen little shit.” I dropped my voice. “What satisfaction would we get from killing him now, huh? No one cares. We’d kill him and that would be it. Not to fucking mention Jack would be here within hours, or did you not think of that? You don’t think ahead, do you? You want to throw your insulting, condescending words at me when you have no idea what you’re talking about. If we killed him now, we’d be throwing away a diamond that has landed in our hands. Do you want Nero to suffer?”
“Y-yes…” Killian stammered.
I closed my eyes and squeezed Killian’s ass. I could smell the blood from my fingernails breaking the skin. I drew up my previous fantasy and felt the heat start to pump to my groin. The rage I felt from Killian challenging me was turning into lust.
I think it was time to educate my little boyfriend.
I squeezed a wound I could feel and collected blood onto my middle finger. I burrowed it in between his cheeks and found his hole. I felt it tighten, and at the same time Killian gasped from surprise. He lifted a leg up and onto the coffee table, and I roughly pushed my middle finger into him. I felt the tight band clench around the digit before I thrusted deep inside of his warm flesh.
“Think ahead,” I hissed into his ear, pressing down on his head hard. I could feel his throat against my shoulder blade, it was tightening and flexing as he tried to swallow. “Kiki is here because Mantis has done something to Nero. Kiki is going to want us to help, that’s why he saved us. Make sense?”
Killian let out a shuddering gasp as I dug the finger in; it was now up to the knuckle. “Yes,” he gasped, his breathing becoming heavier.
“Why would we kill him now, when we have the prospect of having Nero and Kiki both as our prisoner? Both of them chained and bound and under our control. We can torture Kiki in front of him, and believe me, Killian, Nero is in love with that little bitch. He was scared when I attacked him. If we’re patient, we can have them both.” Then I craned my head to the left and slowly licked Killian’s neck. Then, quickly, I pushed a second finger in and wrenched them up, stretching his hole. Killian let out a cry, and started standing on his tip-toes. “And you know what I want you to do when we have Kiki and Nero both?” Lust braided down my spine and pooled into my groin. My hard cock was pressed into his jeans, and I felt his own greeting mine like two lovers on both sides of a brick wall. The erotic heat from my own imagination was filling me and making my vision blur. The lewd fantasies were feeding on my sexual deprivation and the fire that was being fuelled was one I felt unable to control. I was losing myself in this, and I fully realized that.
“What do… you want me to…do?” Killian gasped.
I smirked and sucked on his neck. The vivid fantasy I’d had in my head was drawn up but I allowed myself to go further this time.
Killian and I in front of a naked Kiki, who was face down on the bed with his ass in the air, and beside him was Nero in the same position. I knew both of their bodies perfectly, and I could even smell the desperation seeping off of them. And on the heels of that wonderful smell, was the aroma of sweat and sex.
In my head I looked at Killian, and I saw that anger that I’d been seeing change to an intense desire. We were going to do something together that would either heal me, or, if we weren’t as secure as we both thought in our love for one another, permanently break us apart.
Because there was something I wanted to do, and there was something I wanted to see him do.
“I want you to fuck Kiki in front of me,” I whispered into his ear. “And you’re going to watch me fuck Nero until he dies underneath me.”
My words electrified the air like static and hung in the room long past when I had spoken them. Killian at first said nothing back, but I heard his breathing quicken and his hips press his hard cock into my own.
“You… you want me to fuck… Kiki?” Killian said. His voice was lustful but I heard the unsure tones. He was horny, and horny minds went to the most depraved of places, but even with the desire boiling in him he sounded nervous. “Are you… serious?”
My two fingers started pushing in and out of his ass, and even with his nervous tones his hips started grinding into me. “Oh, is that too far for you?” I taunted. “All full of talk but that’s too much for the Killer Bee?” I snorted, and in a fluid motion, I ripped my fingers out of his ass and pushed him away from me. “All talk and no action.” I smirked. I could tell from the way he was looking at me that he wanted to, a large part of him wanted to at least, but his conscience was fighting him. “Or is it me you want to fuck?” I took a step towards him and he took a step back. “That’s it, isn’t it? Because I’m too fucked up to fuck you – now you’re putting on the dominant shoes, eh?”
Killian’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “That’s not it at all, and don’t ever fucking think that again. I’d never and you know that,” he said angrily, and another step was taken backwards. “I… I just don’t think that’s a good… idea. I don’t want my first time being rape. I just–”
“You just want to kill him?” My eyes narrowed to slits. “Kill him and that’s it? You’re boring. You buzz around like a bee caught in a jar but you have no substance behind your words, no r
eal thirst for revenge. You just want the easy, lazy way out.” I shook my head dismissively. “You challenge me like you actually have balls, but let me tell you, boy, you’re a fucking amateur. And you standing there like a pussy shocked at the prospect of me bringing you into a real, solid plan to get me back to normal, and–”
“You think that will get you back?” Killian cut me off, the uncertainty and the lust drained from him. I saw a solemn desperation in his eyes, the same one I had in the fleeting moment when I myself brushed on the prospect. He looked at me, his blue eyes big; they were practically begging me for reassurance.
“I think torturing Nero might help,” I said. And I found myself closing my eyes, wanting to bring back that image. “The thought of it excites me, and the idea of you being beside me while I do it. You’re so desperate to be a man… maybe I might like watching you become one on that squealing little–”
I didn’t even hear Killian approach me, but I did feel his lips suddenly greet mine. I opened my eyes and saw his were closed, and I glanced down just in time to see him unbutton my pants.
And moments later, my pants and boxer briefs were on the floor. With our lips locked, he directed me to the couch and pushed on my shoulder until I sat down.
Apprehension started to rise to my surface, anticipating more flashbacks, but I hoped with everything that had happened, maybe I could do it.
Killian reached into one of the left pockets in my cargo pants, and pulled out the small travel size bottle of lube. His pants were quickly lost, followed by his underwear, and I watched him pour some of the lubricant onto his blood-covered fingers.
A groan escaped my lips. I hadn’t felt his touch in such a long time. My body relaxed under it, letting more blood flow into my expanding veins. I wanted to close my eyes to maximize the feeling, but I couldn’t stop watching his talented fingers rub the lube, and the now re-liquefying blood, into my swollen crown. There was intense pressure in my cock, to the point of being uncomfortably enlarged, but that told me at least that I wouldn’t go soft like the previous times. I might just be able to finally fuck him, it might not be making love, but this wasn’t the time nor the situation for it.