by Quil Carter
Oh did Adler ever fucking scream.
As soon as Nero broke through, he jerked his hips down and made Adler take his entire length. Adler shrieked, his eyes closed and his face blistering red. He started thrashing like an animal in death’s jaws, so I rested a knee on his chest and leaned over him to keep his wrists firmly in my hands.
I couldn’t see what Nero was doing because of the angle, but I wasn’t interested in that. I wanted my attention focused on Adler, I wanted to take in and enjoy every facial movement, drink in every scream. I might never get the chance to do this again and I was going to enjoy it.
I was no longer the victim, and I wasn’t doing this to someone innocent either. I was paying back the bitch who killed my boyfriend, the fucking piece of shit who’d ordered his brother to rape the boy I loved more than anything in the world.
And it was just so satisfying.
Adler’s eyes began to bulge, at the same time that Nero started to roughly fuck him. The back room was filled with the sounds of Nero’s heavy panting, skin smacking up against skin, and Adler’s screaming and crying. The smell was enjoyable as well, blood, sweat, and terror. A smell that had once made me nauseas, but now… fuck, if it was a cologne I would wear it every day.
Adler let out yet another scream, but unlike the others, this one broke into a sob. His attention shifted down to where the action was, and I saw a look of horror cross his face.
I looked down too.
Nero’s hips were flying, there was no slow rhythm, no gentle movements, he was fucking him hard and fast with no signs of rest in the future. My brute chimera brother was a relentless machine, and just like he had with me, he was showing it.
But it wasn’t me.
I was no longer the victim.
And I fucking never will be again.
I make victims, I don’t become one.
This thought inside of my head made me smile.
And riding the emotions that these thoughts drew up in me, I leaned down and licked the blood that covered Adler’s face.
He didn’t move away from me this time, little bitch only whimpered.
“Poor boy,” I murmured and indulged myself with another taste.
Adler’s grey eyes rolled up to mine and he stared at me as if pleading for me to stop this, but if he thought I’d stop this now… well, he obviously didn’t know who I was.
I kissed the corner of his mouth, and with a smile, I gently caressed his cheek. “All virgins bleed,” I whispered to him. “Whether it’s some arrogantly confident greywaster, some pure born immortal with a god complex, or my sweet little Killi Cat the first night I took him. They all bleed just the same.”
“Fuck, Reaver…” Nero groaned and then he let out a laugh. “I swear, you’re gonna kill me.”
Suddenly there was an explosion outside.
Chapter 38
Reaver
Me and Nero looked behind us and made eye contact.
“The door,” we both said at the same time. I looked down at Adler, and swore violently. “It’s either Spike, or the boys got out. Fuck!”
Nero was already pulling himself out of Adler. “We need to take care of this.”
Yeah, fun time was over, at least for now. “Let’s go get the boys. If it was Spike, we can bring them back and let them have a go at our little prince.” I leaned down and patted his cheek. Adler stared at me, his left eye now bloodshot and his nose trickling with fresh blood.
“I fucking love you,” Nero groaned. When I stood up he handed me my pants. “You better have a go at his ass after we break Killian on him.”
I laughed, I don’t know why, but I laughed. Maybe I was just fucking happy to finally feel happy again. To have my control back, to have me back.
“You’re beautiful,” Nero said with a grin. He kissed my cheek and smacked my ass. “Now get your fucking clothes on, you dirty whore. We got boys to save.”
“Yeah, I’m the whore. Me with my two sexual partners,” I said as I nudged Adler in the small of his back. He was being quiet. I’d rather stuff and tie a rag around his mouth but it had already been several minutes since I’d heard the explosion. “How many men have you fucked?”
Nero whistled as he buttoned up his shirt. I quickly got dressed too. “Like a thousand, maybe? I’ve done every single legal age brother. I even fuck my nephew if he asks nicely. Then all the sengils and cicaros, any boy with a pretty face. Yeah, over a thousand, way over a thousand, I bet.”
“You’re probably swimming with disease,” I said. I laced up my boots and Nero did as well and we crossed the garage, closing the door behind us.
“I probably have had every disease known to man, but once I die my body gets rid of it. Yours too.” Nero slicked his hair back. “So are you going to tell Killian or does this get to be our dirty secret?” We walked outside, the sun was shining down on us and the smell of C4 was heavy in the air. I could see smoke wafting out of the sliding glass door but it wasn’t enough to suggest the entire house was about to go up. Our nail bombs weren’t meant to explode the house, we just wanted Spike or Mantis to get impaled. Bonus if it blew the door open but those doors were meant to be bomb proof. Perish had covered all of his bases when it came to these underground labs.
“I will never keep anything from him,” I said honestly, but then I remembered me and Elish’s kiss. “What he doesn’t know is only because I’ve been going through shit and it just hasn’t come up, but I’d never lie to him. I’m not a cheater. This just… I needed this.”
“You carry yourself better and you just radiate now,” Nero agreed. “See what Dr. Nero is capable of doing? If Silas ever gets a hold of you, he’ll have nothing on you. Whereas before me… you’d just be all crippled and broken. So you’re welcome.”
“Yeah, go fuck yourself,” I said back, and Nero laughed.
“I’m going to quickly go to Melchai,” he said, and he glanced down the winding road to his left. “If I don’t calm the cultists, the Blood Crows are going to come here to make sure everything is okay and we can’t have them seeing us. Are you going to be okay handling Spike and Mantis?”
I nodded. I hadn’t even thought of the Blood Crows below us. Nero was right, that explosion would be heard in the town and the last thing we needed was them seeing all of us with Angel Adi raped and beaten and the Prophet missing.
“Don’t worry about it. I can handle this easy.” And with that, Nero sprinted towards the entrance of the house and I crossed the yard towards the sliding glass door. The intense smell of burning stuck in my nose, and razed my nose hairs like a forest fire was sweeping through it.
I walked inside and looked around, my lungs stinging with the toxic fumes, and made my way towards the lab door.
Then I stopped. I looked down the first hallway by the living room and saw that the door to Adler’s bedroom was now closed. I sprinted to it and opened it up to see if someone had made it through the door alive.
I couldn’t believe it. “Killian!” I exclaimed, unable to stop a smile from spreading on my face. Killian looked great from what I could see, fully recovered and with all of his parts. He was standing in front of Adler’s bed looking down at something.
Fuck, I was so glad he was okay. I know he wouldn’t permanently die but I didn’t want to be without him for five or six months. I wanted him to see me at my prime again.
“You fucking broke out? I knew you could…” My voice trailed as Killian slowly turned around, before it died in the air. His eyes were glaring and unrecognizable, two wide and staring orbs that called for nothing less than an exorcism. I’d never seen this expression on his face, and my heart crushed at the suggestion that he’d been violated down there and had slipped back into that state I now understood all too well.
But then I looked past him for a split second and saw me and Nero’s boxer briefs neatly laid out on the bed, and then I saw the shine of a machete held tightly in his hand.
A gut-wrenching scream broke through Killian’s lips,
filling the chemically air and shattering the silence that had fallen upon us – then, with a flicker of light, Killian raised the machete… and charged right at me.
“Killian… calm…” I swore and stepped backwards into the hallway. I held up my hands, never thinking he would use the machete on me, but to my shock, Killian swung the weapon with a scream and only missed me by an inch. The machete embedded itself into the door frame with a crack, and Killian wrenched it free. His face was twisted in grief and bright red, his breathing hyperventilating and being exhaled through teeth clenched tight.
“Calm down!” I shouted. I started taking quick steps back as he stalked towards me, looking like the fucking dude from The Shining. “Killian. Put the fucking machete down.”
“You fucking piece of shit!” Killian screamed at me. “You slept with him, didn’t you? You fucking slept with Nero? How could you?!”
I kept backing away, I was in the living room now making my way towards the sliding glass door. “I’m not talking about this with you when you’re holding a fucking weapon. Put it down and stop acting like a maniac.”
“FUCK YOU!” he roared. There wasn’t a single tear on his face, no hairline cracks in his visage. There was nothing on his boy’s face that hinted to the sweet naïve boy I’d fallen in love with in Aras.
I just saw Silas.
My chest tightened at my own internal words.
“How could you? How could you do this to me?” Killian cried. He swung the machete again and hit an oscillating fan on a side table. It flew into a bookshelf where it crashed onto the ground. “Who are you? Who the fuck are you?!” He charged at me and I jumped away, this time the tip of the blade grazed my shirt. I saw a slit appear and a thin red line form across my chest. I looked down and suddenly felt a burst of anger go through me.
“Put the fucking machete down, you fucking psychotic bitch!” I snarled.
“Don’t you dare talk to me like that!” Killian screamed. “I don’t even know you. I don’t even know who you are. Admit it. Tell me you fucked him!”
My vision turned red, the outrage at his words, the attitude I’d been hating seeing on him was palpable. I locked my fists, and felt my body start to tremble like I had jumper cables clipped to my fingers.
“We’re not having this fucking conversation now!” I snapped. “Now put the machete down and stop acting like a fucking psycho. NOW!”
“Fuck you!” Killian yelled. His voice now becoming broken and scratchy from his screaming. “I’m done. I’m done with you! I’m done with this relationship, you fucking cheating whore. So fuck off!”
I laughed. Before I could even stop myself, I laughed. Killian’s manic eyes stared at me, full of discord, the machete still in a white knuckle grip.
“I’ll tell you when this relationship is over,” I said to him, and though my voice was low and threatening the smile remained on my face. “You really think you can get rid of me? You must not know chimeras.”
Killian’s eyes seared mine, and he stood his ground as I stepped towards him. Deep inside, through the rage igniting my blood, I was surprised that he was.
“I don’t listen to you… I only listen to one man,” Killian said to me coolly, and dropped his gaze, “and that man is dead. Somehow, somehow even though he’s immortal, he managed to destroy himself.” When I took another step towards him, shifting my head to try and force him into eye contact with me, he stepped back. “Don’t come any closer to me.”
I took another step.
“Don’t – come – any–” When I closed the last foot of distance, Killian raised the machete and swung it at me.
The cold blade bit through my shirt sleeve and embedded itself into my skin. I stood my ground and maintained my piercing gaze, even though I could feel the steel grinding against the bone in my arm.
“Do it again. Do it as many times as you want until you’re done with your fucking tantrum,” I growled at him. Killian wrenched the blade away, and I heard the tip scrape against the floor. “Then when you’re done acting like a fucking drama queen, I can tell you why I let him fuck me.”
“I don’t care why,” Killian said, his voice hollow. “Why would I care what a stranger does?” He looked up at me, and our eyes locked. I saw Silas in those eyes.
For the first time since the day he came to Aras… I saw Silas in those eyes.
He was Silas’s clone. He was the clone of my greatest enemy. The boy I had fallen in love with… had the blood and bones of Silas, the brain of Silas.
And as I looked into those eyes, I saw no love in them for me… and I knew he was seeing none in mine. Killian, the boy I would burn the world for, looked at me with such a scathing hatred it was as if he was looking at Silas too.
Perhaps we had both turned into the people we hated the most.
“You’re the stranger, not me,” I said to him. “I fixed myself.”
Killian shook his head, before saying to me in a steeled voice coated with hatred. “No… you’re just a fucking chimera’s whore now.”
His words made me see red, and as the crimson enveloped my vision, I felt a scalding heat pour through my body, boiling my blood and melting my bones. It was overwhelming, to the point where my body began to shake.
But it was no tremble of despair, no tremble of sadness. What he’d said to me fuelled up such a violent rage, I felt myself step out of my physical body.
That was the only way I could explain, or justify, what I did next.
Before I could stop myself, I raised my hand… and I backhanded him.
I hit Killian so hard he flew backwards and slammed down onto the ground with a cry. He grabbed onto his cheek and looked up at me, stunned and crushed.
When I stalked towards him, he let out a fearful cry and started scrambling backwards. I then raised my boot and slammed it down on his chest and put my weight on it.
“You want to be a little badass now, huh?” I hissed. Killian started gasping for air, whimpers falling from his lips, outwards signs of submission that the inhuman anger I was feeling promptly dismissed. “You think you can run with the fucking big boys now, Killer Bee? You think you can fucking talk to me like that? You must think I’m a fucking joke now, don’t you? Some weak little bitch who’ll just take the horse shit spilling from your mouth?”
“No…” he whimpered.
“Oh, don’t fucking backtrack now, Killian,” I snarled at him, his submission directly feeding my rage. “You think you’re top dog now? I have a rough few months after being brutally raped and all of a sudden I now have to deal with you trying to dominate me? And now you’re giving up at the eleventh hour? Where’s the badass Killian, huh? Where is he?” Tears started to well in his eyes but I was having none of it. I smacked him in the side of the face and grabbed his chin. “Look at me when I’m fucking talking to you!” I yelled. “You tried to chop my arm off with a fucking machete and now you’re crying from a fucking slap? You want equal partners–” I smacked him again. “–then you’ll get treated like an equal, tough guy!” I took my boot off of his chest and stood back. “Get the fuck up.”
Killian wiped his nose and shook his head.
“GET UP!” I screamed. I picked up the machete and flung it through the open sliding glass door. “If you think I’m the type of person to cheat on you, to let Nero fuck me just because, you’re a fucking idiot!”
I turned back to him, he was on his feet now and trembling. “I did it because I saw no other fucking way. Do you have any idea what I’ve been going through? How much I’ve felt like I’ve lost myself. How I didn’t even recognize myself anymore? And on top of that, having to deal with you trying to dominate me when I’m at my weakest. Do you have any fucking idea how that feels? I’ve been going through hell, fucking utter hell, and unlike when you went through it, I didn’t have a supportive partner… I had some little shithead bitch taking advantage of me! NO LOOK AT ME!” I screamed when he tried to look away, tears were streaming down his face now. “I did the hardes
t fucking thing I’ve ever done, Killian. I took the offer of the man who had crippled me to make my weakness into a strength. I did the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done and I let him fuck me. I let him fuck me in a place where I had control. I let him do it so I could get used to it, so it wouldn’t be my fucking kryptonite anymore. I, Reaver-fucking-Merrik, did it because I was so broken I knew there was no other way. And guess what? It fucking worked. It fucking worked and this morning I felt the first flicker of myself come back. But you don’t care do you?” I turned and picked up the nearest thing I could find, the dish Nero’s sandwich had been on, and I threw it. “You don’t care because you didn’t even let me fucking explain it to you. Whatever, you think you don’t know me? I don’t even fucking know you.”
“You know me,” Killian said quietly.
“No. I fucking don’t,” I snapped, but then I shook my head. “Actually, you’re right, maybe I do. Maybe I do fucking know you.” I grabbed his arm and started pulling him towards the sliding glass door. “You do seem familiar now. Now that I know who you fucking are.” Killian made a nervous noise and tried to pull away from me, but I only clenched his arm harder and dragged him towards the garage. “You wanna see just how weak I am now, Killian? You want to see how I’m nothing but some fucking pussy unable to fuck his own boyfriend?”
“I – I know you’re not that.”
“Like fuck you don’t.” My nails were breaking his skin but I didn’t care. I continued to drag him towards the garage, and towards where we’d left Adler. “I’m just some coward now, am I not? You’re the dominant chimera, you’re the big man. Remember my promise to you, Killian? How you wanted to rape Kiki? You wanna prove to me you’re a man, Killer Bee?”
“Reaver… stop,” Killian cried, and suddenly he jerked away from me, freeing his arm. “You’re really scaring me. Please, stop.”
When I advanced to try and grab him, Killian jumped back with a cry of fear and turned to run from me, but I snatched him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him backwards. Killian screamed and started sobbing.