by Quil Carter
I let out a soft scream as the head slipped in. I could hear Reaver moan and swear. I pushed myself into his dick, and as I did, he slowly broke me in.
It burned… badly. The pressure and pain was intense and I almost asked him to take it out. It didn’t feel good at first, it was just painful and uncomfortable.
I endured it. The rapid ragged breaths in my ear from Reaver helped me push through the pain. I kept reminding myself Reaver’s dick was inside of me, Reaver and I were having sex. The pain would disappear soon… this is what the first time was like for every gay couple. We would never forget out first time together; I couldn’t spoil it because of some fleeting pain.
I could see his entire length disappear inside of me, and with every withdrawal he pushed it in further. He held it in there for a few moments before I watched it start to appear again as he pulled it out. I saw just the rim of his head before he gently pushed it back in. He started a slow rhythm, pleasurable for him but it still burned and hurt for me.
“Are you okay?” Reaver gasped. His mouth was right by my ear. His body was warm against mine. I could feel sweat start to collect around his neck.
“Yeah,” I said back. I positioned my hand on his backside and started moving with his soft thrusts.
“You’re too tense, you need to relax,” Reaver whispered, gently kissing my neck.
I leaned my head back on the bed and tried to relax myself. I didn’t realize my whole body was so tense. He felt it before I realized it.
I looked up and saw the gyprock ceiling, stained with water spots, and my own legs. The feeling of disbelief came over me again. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
With every thrust I made myself relax a bit; eventually it started to feel good. Instead of sharp cries, my sounds turned to moans and small grunts. He sensed this too, and sped up his pace a little bit. As he did I held my legs back further so he could get a better angle.
He drew his body back as I did so he wasn’t laying on me as much anymore, and took the back of my knees into each of his hands and pulled them back, freeing my own hands.
I watched his perfect body with the light behind him. His face holding expressions I didn’t even know existed for him.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
I blushed and ran my hand down his side, then down to where he was joined with me. I felt where he entered me, and put some pressure on his member while he thrusted. Soon his hand joined mine and we stayed in that position. Our eyes never left one another’s; our moans filled the otherwise silent basement.
When he moved his hand away I moved mine too. He laid down on top of me again, using his elbow to support himself. I put my hands back on my knees and drew them back.
He pushed himself fully inside of me and kissed me. Together we kissed passionately and deeply, our tongues massaging one another’s, his hips making sharp and deep pushes. I clasped my hand with his and he squeezed it tight, before he started to quicken his pace.
My own member, which had gone soft during the painful moments, started to harden with his speed. I was used to him inside of me now and the pain was pleasurable, enough for me to want more.
“Faster,” I whispered.
Reaver let out a raspy moan that made me want him even more. “I’ll cum.”
I responded to that with another kiss. He swore and groaned, before giving me a couple of hard thrusts. I moaned his name and he started to push harder. Rapid, long jabs inside of me, hitting all the right places.
Damn, it felt good… it felt really good.
I locked my legs behind his back. I cried out every time he plunged fully into me. His moans were in tune with his thrusts; it was driving me mad. I never wanted it to stop, the pressure felt so good.
The bed wasn’t on a frame so it wasn’t squeaking, but I was shaking back and forth with each push. My body going up and down every time his groin slammed against me. He was going faster and faster, the dull pain that was still there, lost in a torrent of pressure and pleasure.
Then his moans started to change; they were deeper and more drawn out. I sunk my nails into his back as he moaned in my ear. My dick was throbbing; it almost hurt it was so hard. Every low moan he uttered into my ear only made it worse. I thought I was going to cum without him even touching my cock.
He gasped, then gave a loud, unhinged cry, his hips slamming against mine several times, making me cry out. His ragged breathing turned into gasping moans. God, he was cumming inside of me.
I felt his cum fill me as he finished. It made inside of me slippery and slick.
Reaver collapsed onto my body, still inside me, my legs still in the air, held back by my own hands. He let out a groan and stayed there for a few moments, his head bowed over and his shoulders rising and falling with his breath. Still hard, he pulled himself out, before he grabbed my cock, and to my shock, started sucking on it.
I lasted a solid ten seconds. I barely managed a surprised moan before I orgasmed. The intense pleasure rushed through me like lightning. I came hard, harder than I ever had doing it to myself. I closed my eyes, and moaned loudly feeling his tongue and mouth flex to take in my cum. I grabbed onto his head and clenched it. The tension tightened through me, before finally it released with a cry of his name.
When I opened my eyes his mouth was sucking up the cum that had escaped from his lips. My head was so sensitive I pulled it away before he could finish, but he drew it back and got what remained.
I leaned back on the bed gasping, and he lay right beside me, also out of breath.
I felt his arm worm its way underneath my head, and I crawled into his arms. He kissed my cheek and drew me in. His cold skin felt perfect against my overheated and sweaty body. I got comfortable and listened to his breathing. We both fell asleep. Naked, sweaty, and satisfied.
Chapter 28
Reaver
“Oh my god… they’re naked!”
“No! Really?”
“Look!”
Jesus fucking Christ…
I heard Greyson give a holler and then Leo joined in.
“What’s going on?” Killian murmured, his eyes opening. He had his head laying on my chest, his body turned to the side, half on mine. I was on my back, one arm under his head, the other behind my own.
I shifted away from him and shot a cold look to the living room. I watched as Greyson dug out a bottle of wine from my cupboard and popped the cork with his finger. They continued their cheering.
I got up and slammed my bedroom door shut, howls of laughter erupting from the living room.
Killian was sitting up, looking at me sleepily. “You need to take their key away.”
“Don’t worry I will.” I kneeled onto the bed and kissed him, trying to best to ignore the talking and laughing in my living room. I ran my hand up his smooth body. I felt a twinge; I wanted to take him again.
My night vision kicked in, and I could see Killian’s eyes locked on the door. He pulled away when my hand brushed over his dick. “We can’t now! We have to see what they want.”
“Screw ‘em,” I growled, but he pulled himself away. I gave out a sigh and got up.
He giggled behind me and a moment later he got up too, even though it was pitch black in my room.
I handed him some clean clothes and got some myself, and the both of us made ourselves decent. As I put my socks on, my eyes caught some dark spots on the bed. I hadn’t even noticed I had torn him, though it wasn’t that much blood. I did lose control a few times. I threw my blanket over the spot so the clowns in my living room wouldn’t see. I knew they would have a joke for that.
When we had changed I opened my bedroom door. Squinting, I saw both Leo and Greyson holding wine glasses. When they saw us they cheered again. Killian went as red as a tomato.
“Our boy is finally a man!” Greyson handed me the wine. I glared at him. “I didn’t think you’d ever do it! He’s growing up.”
Leo gave his wine glass to an extremely embarrassed Killian. He looke
d like he wanted to crawl into the corner and die. “We can only hope it will make Reaver more tolerable. Maybe in the end all he needed was to get laid.”
“Alright, get out of my house.” I opened the tank hatch and stepped back with my arms crossed. “You had your fun, get out.”
“We should organize the fireworks celebration.” Leo looked over at Greyson, his smile a mile long. They were enjoying this way too much.
Greyson grinned. He grabbed the glass of wine he had just handed me and downed half of it. He slapped me on the back. I cringed. The chain marks still hurt.
“We’re just razzing you, boy. Come to our house tonight for barbecue, say six? We need you two to write up reports. Obviously you’re feeling better.” He winked at me; I was still clawing his face off in my mind.
“Reports?” Killian asked, taking a small sip of the wine.
The two nodded, but Leo was the one that spoke. “We hate to ask it, but we need every second of your experience in the lab. Killian especially. Will you be able to do that?”
Killian gave a small nod, though he didn’t look to happy about it.
“That means abominations, research he shared with you, his garden, himself, Nero, everything.” Leo said more seriously.
“Okay.” Killian looked sad, which angered me.
I pointed to the hatch. “Out.”
“Alright, alright.” Greyson waved me off. He started crawling up the tunnel but called back. “Be gentle with him, he’s not half animal like you are.”
I gave Leo an annoyed glance. “Will you shut him up?”
Leo gave me a very serious look in return. “I know just the way to do that.”
More laughter. I slammed the tank door behind both of them.
I turned around with a growl, and saw Killian standing there, looking worried.
He let out a surprised yell as I picked him up and carried him to the bedroom. He smiled and I dropped him onto the bed and started taking his pants off.
He was on the edge of the bed, so I stood over him this time, one foot on the ground, and my other leg kneeled on the mattress. It was easier to push in this time, though the intense, tight feeling was still there. I could feel my cum inside of him as I slid in; it made perfect lube. God damn, he was tight, he squeezed my dick like a clamp. The first time I entered him I almost lost it right there. I almost came in him.
Killian was on his side, one leg bent and pulled back by him, the other bent up by his stomach. I was thrusting into him from the edge of the bed, my pants still on one leg, but the rest of my clothes lost around us. I pulled him closer and braced myself with my foot, and pushed in and out of him, our moans in unison with one another’s.
I watched his face as I sped up. His face was tense, his mouth open, and his eyes closed. I looked at his dick and saw it was hard, his free hand squeezing and playing with it. I put my own hand over his and started making him stroke it. When he realized what I wanted him to do I sped up further.
We finished together. I filled him up, and he shot cum all over his chest in white spurts. A few strands even getting onto his neck. When I pulled out, I crawled onto him and started licking it up.
“What do I taste like?” he asked with a mischievous, though tired, grin. I kissed his mouth and slipped my tongue in, pushing some of his own cum into his mouth.
He made a face as he tasted it. I shook my head and bit his lip. “I like it, you taste sweet.”
“I’ll like how you taste.” He put his arms around my neck and I rolled onto the bed beside him.
He moved onto his stomach and folded his hands under his chin. “You said it wouldn’t get past me fingering you.”
“You took advantage of me!” I said in mock protest. “I said no, didn’t I?”
Killian giggled and shuffled up to kiss me. “Did you want to go back to sleep?”
I thought for a second. “I want to do more drugs.” I suspected that was kind of like having a cigarette after sex. Though my cigarette was pain killers.
“I’ll get you some!” Killian sprung up and walked out of the bedroom. I caught a glimpse of his backside as he walked away. Perfect like the rest of him.
I got up and put my underwear and pants back on, then grabbed a button-down. I walked into the living room.
“Put some clothes on and come join me,” I said, kissing his neck as he picked up the tray off the side table. I took it from him and sat down. Oh, glorious drugs.
Naked as a jaybird he walked back into the bedroom. I inhaled a few lines and started cutting more. Soon enough he was back; he did the lines I laid out for him and put a movie on the TV.
I would have to sell a lot of loot to make up for all the fuel we were burning but it was worth it. In greywaste terms right now I was rather wealthy. Heck, I could get fifty bucks each for those tetanus shots Killian had stolen.
The kid was all over me while we watched the movie of course, though who could blame him. This was like Killian’s greatest dream come true right now. I tolerated it, and I knew he liked it. I was just stunned we had actually done it. I wasn’t really a sexual person. I knew I would eventually have to do it, but well, this had been rather sudden.
I knew I had Dr. Fuckface to thank for that one. I think the experience in the underground had lit a fire under both of us. We had been too busy learning how to be a couple and healing from the factory to even think about sex, or I had been at least. Perish had forcefully introduced that to both of us.
I would never tell Killian, but watching the scientist get raped by Nero had turned me on way more than it should. I think I was screwed in the head more than I realized, but I could justify it with just hating the fuck that much.
I didn’t know if that’s what sparked it in me though. I think I had been bothered by Killian finger fucking him more than I had been turned on by Perish getting raped. I had left the kid out there to get molested by Perish, and because of that he’d had to do those gross things to him. It had bothered me, the fact that he was the first person Killian touched like that. Is that why I insisted on him doing it to me? More for my sake than his? I didn’t know… we were both royally fucked in the head, but therapy sex had worked out better than I had imagined.
I barely watched the movie, the drugs were hitting me too well. Killian nodded off into zombieland for about half an hour, and while he was out I made a couple quils for Greyson and Leo’s later.
After about an hour of Killian being off in lala land I got a bit bored. I wanted to clean up before we left too. Killian had a lot of me inside of him, and I was sweaty from putting it in there. He would jump at another chance to use soap.
I watched him lying there peacefully, with his scarred cheeks and the perfect imprints of the clips with which he had been electrocuted. He looked like the little angel of mercy he was. Though I had only seen one picture of an angel. All in white robes holding harps. Though his white robe was a lab coat and his harp was an acoustic guitar. He was a greywaste angel, such a perfect innocent-looking little thing.
I started to think of ways to disturb him. I was debating whether to throw the cat on him, or plug his nose. Though I could be nice and just kiss him, but the last thing I wanted was for us to go at it again. We needed to leave soon.
As I was plotting his fate, he gave a little start and opened his eyes.
“You were in zombieland for quite a while,” I said, taking a closer look at the clip burns. They overlapped the stitches Doc had already put in his mouth. It made an interesting design like a backwards C with a line through it. I wondered if it would scar like that.
“I was back in the lab,” Killian whispered, his brow knitted together. “I was…” His eyes flickered to mine. “Reaver, I think you should know something. Since… I’ll have to put it in the report they want us to write.”
I stared, ignoring the nervous twitch of my heart as he said it. My mind immediately assumed Killian and Perish had fucked.
“No, I didn’t sleep with him, I would have told you th
at.” Killian scowled at me. He did have that mind reader shit down pat. I had to work a bit harder hiding my facial expressions from him.
“What was it then?” I wasn’t going to waste my time lying that that wasn’t what I was thinking. He knew that’s where my mind was going to go.
“Perish did… whatever Perish can do, and he got me Martin Peele and Jake Geist,” Killian explained. “When I told him I’d been raped, I told him who did it.”
That made me angry, but I dismissed the emotion. “And? Did you kill them?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t have it in me, so Perish beat the fuck out of them and then he sent the whipwolf to finish them off.”
Oh, wow, well I hadn’t expected that. I said goodbye to the anger and hello to a wave of sick fascination. “What did it do to them? Tell me everything.”
That earned me a scowl. “I’ll put it in the report; you can request a copy and use it for some night time reading.” Killian got up and started for the bathroom.
“Did they suffer?”
“Yes.”
Excellent.
“You know he had other arians in feeding cages. He’d been taking greywasters and holding them to feed those mutants he created.”
I laughed as I followed him to the bathroom. “Makes sense. He did say he killed any waster who ventured to Donnely. Smart of him to capture them and hold them for food.”
“… and experimenting,” Killian said darkly. He sighed as he went into the bathroom and started washing himself.
“Experimenting? What –” Killian’s expression cut me off; he didn’t look like he wanted to talk about it further. I would request a copy of that report. I was mildly curious as to what I had missed on my video feed. I had watched that crazy fuck for almost a week. I wanted to know what else he’d had up his sleeve.
“I’ll get the rest of the shit ready,” I said instead. Killian gave me a solemn nod and I left him.
I did some more lines and put some pills in a bag for later, enough for the four of us. I was a rich little fucker now, so why not spread the wealth? It was funny seeing Grey and Leo stoned anyway.
