Bloodbath

by K. A. Merikan

  Seth nodded frantically, barely processing the dark promise Domenico made him. He would float, Domenico would take him to the edge and hold him there. And yes, in return, Seth would milk that beautiful cock until it gave him all Domenico had in his balls.

  He let out a tiny whimper but had to bite his lips when Dom’s fingers breached him, sliding in straight to the knuckles. The burn of it made Seth get to his toes and grab the ladder, completely out of breath. He opened his eyes wide, looking at Dom as he fucked him with the fingers in quick, rough thrusts while consistently depriving Seth of air. It felt like the squeezes were getting longer, as if Dom was testing how far he could go with this. “I’m gonna be quick. And I’m gonna leave you filled.”

  “Yes,” Seth rasped, stirring his hips against Domenico’s fingers, unable to keep still. Nothing mattered but this moment. “I need you… to take everything.”

  The growl that left Domenico’s lips was like the sweetest caress. “Grab the step above you. Hold on tight, do you understand? I don’t want you letting go.”

  Seth reached up and wrapped his fingers around the steel bar, even more excited when he realized what Domenico was going for. He pushed his shoe and one of the legs of his pants off frantically, eager to have his legs wrapped around Dom’s hips. With the training Dom had put him through in the last months, holding on to the ladder shouldn’t be an issue, and Seth couldn’t help a spark of pride at that thought. He wanted to be the kind of man Domenico lost all sense for.

  Domenico’s fingers were out, leaving Seth’s hole so painfully empty he whimpered at the loss. Domenico let go of Seth’s neck and dragged his hips up so that Seth could hold on to him with his legs, but even this was taking too long. There was a delicious urgency in the rough way Domenico manhandled Seth’s body, but once they were close again, and Dom’s hand closed around Seth’s throat, all the muscles in Seth’s body seemed to soften.

  The position reminded him of that second time they ever fucked, still so vivid in his brain. He’d been fucked out of his mind already, spent and dripping with Dom’s spunk, and yet Domenico had still been able to hold Seth up against the wall, yank his legs up and fuck him again until they had both slid to the floor.

  But now it was different. They could be discovered at any moment, and they trusted one another. Seth loved Dom like he hadn’t loved anyone before him, and the void inside him would never be filled until their bodies joined again.

  Domenico nipped on Seth’s lips with ferocity, and his hand applied more pressure. Just when Seth’s brain was starting to feel fuzzy, the warm cockhead licked his entrance before sinking in.

  Seth bit on Dom’s lip, thinking it was his own, and the melting sensation in his body was in so much contrast with the tension in his legs around Dom’s hips and his arms holding on to the ladder. He was completely exposed to anything Domenico would like to do to him, and as the thick cock pushed into him, he only felt more at ease. There was no hesitation in being fucked by Dom. He could leave it all up to his skillful lover and float on the waves Domenico created.

  Dom hissed against his mouth when his groin met Seth’s ass, but he loosened his grip on Seth, watching him with this hungry, assessing glare Seth found so erotic. “Are you ready? Hold on, or I might knock you off,” he whispered, licking Seth’s chin.

  Seth arched his face to Domenico’s tongue, desperate to accept as much of his lover as he could, not sure when they would be able to have sex again. The way they fucked wasn’t just about getting off. When Domenico’s cock was so hot and stiff inside of him, when Domenico held him tightly, Seth knew to whom he belonged, and the sense of peace it created was as intoxicating as orgasms.

  He tightened his grip on the metal step of the ladder, not even breaking their connection by blinking. He would take everything from Dom, but then give back even more. He craved to be as indispensable to Domenico as Dom was to him, and with Dom beginning to slowly move his cock in and out, Seth didn’t have to ask to know that it would be as painful for Dom to sleep alone as it would be for him.

  Domenico clutched at Seth when he started moving faster, his face determined, eyes focused despite the sheen of sweat already building up on his forehead. His palm was so hot, so strong. Being with Domenico like this was truly special. His hands could so easily break necks and take lives, but to Seth they were all about protection and safety. Even if Domenico ended Seth’s life one day, Seth knew it would not be meant as harm. They were leading a dangerous life, and there was nowhere safer than at Domenico’s side. In his arms. With this strong hand pressing on Seth’s throat so hard it hurt.

  And yet it only made Seth pull closer, hold on tighter.

  Any time his brain seemed to go fuzzy, and despite his best efforts, his fingers got soft around the bar, Domenico would hold him up, and loosen the grip around his neck, letting air back into Seth’s lungs. The sensations were so new, so unexpected that Seth could barely control his reactions or the way his body tightened around Dom’s cock every time he was pushed to the edge. No one could rein him in the way Dom could.

  Domenico stirred against him, pushing closer, deeper, harder each time, sending Seth flying with his hands and cock alike. Their lips locked, and Dom pressed harder against Seth, one of his hands snaking its way behind Seth’s back and under his shirt, as if being apart wasn’t even an option anymore. Something was ringing, and it took Seth a moment to realize it must have been Dom’s belt buckle slapping against the ladder.

  Dom pushed his pants all the way down with an angry huff and squeezed Seth’s neck so hard it felt as if Seth’s brain were deprived not only of breath but also of the blood flowing into his head. Their eyes met, and the hold loosened as soon as Seth’s arms began to weaken, just in time for him to withstand the chaotic staccato of Dom’s thrusts.

  If someone was up there in the kitchen, the two of them were dead.

  And yet all Seth wanted was for this fuck to either never end, or end right. The fuck. Now. With Domenico buried deep inside him and Seth unable to jerk himself off, since he had to hold the ladder with his aching arms. The pain in his muscles would remind him tomorrow of what they‘ve done. And Seth would most likely berate himself for doing something as risky as fucking in Toro’s wine cellar.

  Seth smiled. That would be tomorrow. Right now, Dom’s dick kept slamming into him like there would be no tomorrow, and it was the best fucking feeling he’d ever experienced.

  But Domenico thrust into him one last time, his thighs and arms shuddering around Seth when their lips locked in an intimate, powerful kiss, Dom’s tongue trailing along Seth’s palate. The hand slipped off Seth’s neck, leaving him free to breathe the way his body wanted him to, and the sudden rush of awareness made Seth experience each sensation all the more clearly.

  Dom buried his face in Seth’s neck, but he grabbed Seth’s cock and started pumping it quickly, with damp fingers that still felt rough against Seth’s sensitive skin. It took everything Seth had to mute his moans in the kiss.

  The rush of air to his brain made the orgasm so crisp and intense Seth bit Dom’s tongue, making his lover hiss, but Seth couldn’t help it. He was frantic, and only now registering how hard his ass was squeezing Dom’s cock when he was coming.

  Domenico laughed and licked along the underside of Seth’s jaw and slowly, very slowly moved his arms to encircle Seth’s midsection. “You’ve been so good. Let go now.”

  “You sure?” Seth whispered breathlessly, squeezing his ass around the cock that was still inside him.

  Domenico smirked. “I told you. I have everything under control. You’re only holding those so that I know you’re getting enough air.”

  Seth blinked, taken by surprise as he slowly let his strained arms wrap around Domenico’s neck. He hadn’t thought of that. He’d just strapped in and gone for the ride. “I trust you,” Seth whispered into Dom’s lips, still breathing hard after his orgasm. “I don’t doubt you. I was just afraid.”

  Domenico slowly sank to his knees,
taking Seth with him. His cock finally popped out of Seth’s hole, but Seth was so pumped out he didn’t even miss it. Enclosed in Domenico’s arms, he was completely sated.

  Chapter 8 - Mark

  Mark had been staring at the girl since she woke up, and neither of them had uttered a word since then. At least she hadn’t woken up inside the sealed box, because that would have scared her to death. She had felt like a puppet in his hands when he gently pulled her out earlier, with the blonde head rolling from side to side as he laid her down on the simple bed in her cell. The marks left behind by straps were still red on her skin, and he itched to make them go away somehow. A massage could help, but he knew he’d enjoy that far too much. So he didn’t even try.

  But now she was awake and watched him with big blue eyes filled with panic and desperation, and he had no idea where to go from here.

  The setup of the room itself was awkward and allowed neither of them much privacy, with two virtually identical spaces on either side of a wall of steel bars that made her side into a cell. There was even a sink and toilet in the corner, with a flimsy curtain attached to a railing by the ceiling for concealment, and Mark wasn’t sure whether the colorful sheets on her bed or the random poster of a field with frolicking ponies, made it homelier or creepier.

  She glanced at the virtually empty shelf close to her bed, and Mark wondered if he should provide some entertainment, as the only television set was on his side of the room, and she didn’t have any books in hers.

  He wondered what Domenico and Seth would have done if it was them guarding the prisoner. Where were they anyway? He followed their plan assuming he’d be able to count on them for guidance, but now that they were parted, anxiety was rising in his body with each passing second.

  It didn’t prevent him from wolfing down the tray of food a maid brought by earlier, but the one meant for his prisoner still lay in front of a narrow opening in the bars, untouched.

  She was so unbearably pretty Mark was ashamed over how much he stared at her, but what was he to do? Regardless of Domenico’s assholish way of pushing him into this mindset first, Mark wasn’t actually gay...

  He stood up from the bed and scooted closer to the bars, wondering how her wavy blonde hair would feel to the touch, because he’d promised himself not to perv on her and didn’t feel it when she was still out. Now he kind of regretted that decision.

  “You should eat…” he said in the end and pushed the tray through the flat window in the bars. Did she even speak English or Spanish? He could try Italian, but that would be throwing everything against the wall to see what stuck.

  She swallowed, kneading the thin blanket she’d been given in her pale hands. For several moments she stayed silent, and Mark wondered if he should be more expressive and talk with his body, but she spoke in the end.

  “I’m not hungry,” she whispered in a raw-sounding voice that had Mark’s skin tingling. She sounded like a princess. Like she’d stepped out of a Regency-period historical drama with her clear skin, lovely face, and blonde hair that would look so good tossed by the wind as she walked through the English countryside.

  Mark had never been to England, but he’d watched enough movies to feel like she belonged there with her accent.

  He licked his lips and sat down on the floor in resignation, because when she spoke like the Queen, he was more like a piece of dirt that prevented a diamond like her from shining. “I’m Mark.”

  The girl hugged the blanket to her chest, and he wondered whether she wasn’t cold in her summer dress. Maybe he should ask around for more clothes, so that she wouldn’t have to wear the same thing all the time. “Where am I?”

  The weight of that question was more crushing than he had thought possible. This job was worse than thrashing around in the river with a caiman hungry for his meat. “I can’t tell you.”

  She blinked, staring at him for the longest moment, but then her features twisted and she gave a loud sob, hiding her face in her hands.

  No. No, no, no! This was his worst nightmare come true! “Don’t cry. Please. I—” What was he supposed to say? That she would be all right? She wouldn’t. She was to be devoured by Raul ‘Cannibal’ Moreno. Mark’s overactive imagination served him the image of all that pale skin sizzling on a grill until it blackened, and now he regretted ever eating his lunch.

  But she wouldn’t stop wailing, tossed herself on the bed, and curled up on the mattress. “I wanna go h-home...”

  Of course she did. But Mark’s sole purpose now was to keep her here. Just as Domenico told him to. Every sob seemed to tear right into Mark’s chest. He wouldn’t be her knight in shining armor. He was the dragon outside her tower.

  “It’s still possible,” he tried weakly, leaning closer to the steel bars.

  She gave a broken sound but glanced his way, still shaking and with wetness streaming down her rosy cheeks. “Please, take me home.”

  The worst thing, one that Mark wouldn’t admit, was that with those tears, with the trembling pink lips, she looked even more beautiful than before. Maybe it was a sign that Mark was the same kind of monster Toro was. “What’s your name?” he tried for distraction, but now had no idea how he was supposed to guard her here for weeks to come if this were to continue.

  “Ch-charlotte,” she stuttered, rubbing her eyes with the long fingers and backing off into the corner of the bed. “I don’t have any money, but I can give you the numbers to my parents. They must be so worried...”

  Mark sighed and looked to the floor to stop staring at her. Of course she had parents who worried about her and a lovely life she wanted to get back to. Mark’s mind was doing back flips, trying to reconcile his role here with what he really wanted to do.

  “If it was up to me, I’d take you to the airport myself.”

  Charlotte blinked, and two pea-sized tears rolled down her cheeks. “Y-you can?” She slid out of bed and rushed all the way toward him, clutching at the bars. “Please, I will make sure you get a reward. This is some mistake. I didn’t do anything.”

  Could he? No he couldn’t. Did he want to? Yes, he did. This wasn’t a place for her. And yet Mark remembered what both Domenico and Miguel said. Mark couldn’t save everyone around him. But could he save Charlotte? Even her name was so pretty.

  His heart pounded like crazy, and his lips moved on their own accord, completely independent from his brain. “Can you keep a secret?”

  Charlotte licked her lips, and leaned closer, until her nose pushed between the two bars in front of him. “Yes...”

  “I’m not working for the men who brought you here.” He wouldn’t tell her of Dom and Seth, he wouldn’t risk their safety, but he had this burning need to reassure her. Have her stop crying… have her like him. Mark leaned his cheek against the cold steel. “I’m working undercover here. And I will get you out.” Would he? “But you have to go with it for now. I want you safe.”

  Charlotte stared at him for the longest moment, but her breath wasn’t jumpy anymore, and there were no more tears overflowing her eyes. “Oh, God, really?”

  Mark’s whole being turned into goo when she grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. “Where are we? The last thing I remember... I was in a theater in Bogota, and I told my little brother to wait for me, because I wanted to have a drink, and... oh God, what if he got lost at night?” she whimpered, rubbing her face. “We didn’t tell our parents we were going out.”

  “It’s too risky for me to tell you the details.” Mark squeezed her hand, and her fingers felt so tiny in his hand a wave of tenderness pushed him even closer. “You have to be strong, Charlotte. There might be times when things get bad, but I will look out for you, okay?” His heart thudded like mad, and he was desperate to believe his own words. He hadn’t meant to lie to her. He did want her safe. And he would do whatever he could. It was just that he wasn’t sure what it was that he’d be able to do.

  Charlotte rubbed her eyes but kept staring at Mark as if he were the only source of light in th
e room. “Anything I should know? Those people... what do they want with me? Did they take me for ransom?”

  Mark’s heart sank. He didn’t want to terrify her and tell her about Moreno, the cartel boss who likely intended to rape her and violate her in the most disgusting ways. She wouldn’t be able to sleep if she knew of that monster. “Yes,” he whispered. “And they will keep you here until they get what they want. So at least for now, you will be safe, even if uncomfortable. I’m… sorry this has happened to you.” Mark looked into Charlotte’s eyes and saw her soaking up all the information he was feeding her. Guilt mixed with a desperate need to keep her at ease. He remembered how terrified he had been after listening to the stories of the people kept in captivity with him back in Louisiana. And he’d been no gentle flower, he’d lived in the streets before being snatched.

  Charlotte? Mark would bet she owned a pony and went to one of those single-sex boarding schools. Oh, God. He shouldn’t be imagining her in a school uniform.

  Charlotte met his eyes between the bars, and he was too enchanted to back away when she leaned in, and her smooth, warm lips brushed over his cheek. “Thank you. It’s good to have a friend in this situation.”

  Before Mark even managed to realize what he was doing, he turned his head and stole a kiss off her lips, never breaking eye-contact. “I will keep you safe.” And he meant it.

  Chapter 9 - Domenico

  The camera in the kitchen was repaired the day after their arrival.

  At first, Domenico decided he would go with the flow. That despite this constant surveillance he would play his role, but two weeks on, the mean smiles started hurting his lips, and the complete absence of touch was getting to him like a pair of muddy shoes someone decided to throw into his clean sheets. He and Seth still spent a great deal of time together, but as time went on, the pressure to stay distant, to keep glances short and restrict any physical contact to slaps on the back made him resent every minute of it.