by Quil Carter
It was the last thing he wanted to do, but Kheva had a hair trigger and Sasha knew if he refused, he’d be punished again.
Kheva was right, the man would eventually get what he wanted. Pride came at a high price in Ciel Lake, and tonight Sasha was tired of paying it.
So, Sasha laid down beside Kheva, and when Kheva spread his arm out, welcoming Sasha to place his head on the crook, he obliged. Soon their naked bodies were squished up against each other, Sasha on his side with his hand on Kheva’s chest, and Kheva’s arm was securely wrapped around him.
He’d… never been held like this before.
It was…
Nice.
It made him feel… strangely safe. Guarded––loved?
“You are loved,” Kheva whispered. “The more you obey… the easier your life will be here. Wouldn’t you like to find out just how great life can be?”
Sasha sniffed. “Yeah,” he said weakly.
“Then why don’t you allow me to show you?” Kheva said quietly. He stroked the side of Sasha’s head, then began to play with his hair. “Listen to me, never disobey. Listen to me and do everything I ask of you. Will you?”
“Okay,” Sasha said. He closed his eyes, and after a night of torture, he felt himself start to relax. This was the first time he’d been touched in such a way, and every stroke had him sinking further into a soothing trance.
And as he slipped into the void of nil, deep into his subconscious under the gentle guidance of Kheva, he found himself inside of his special room. He was standing near the couch, his feet touching shag carpet and his lungs inhaling the pleasant scent of coffee and cinnamon––Kheva’s smell.
He could feel the Master’s presence around him, not just the physical presence, but mental as well. Sasha’s body and mind were consumed by him, devoured and enveloped until there was not an inch of him remaining.
It was pleasant… he’d never felt more safe and guarded; that as long as Kheva was near him… everything would be okay. All he had to do was obey him. Do what he asks without question.
‘Trust me,’ the second voice in his head, the one he knew belonged to Kheva, said. ‘I am your master, and you will trust me, won’t you?’
Sasha nodded, letting the comforting feeling overtake him without hesitation or resistance. He wanted more, he wanted to be close to him.
In all ways.
Inside of his head, inside his own personal room, he turned around and saw Kheva behind him. It was his physical self, but Sasha could still sense that bright beacon of light. It was similar, yet completely different than Kel’s.
“What do you call this place?” Sasha asked. He concentrated not on the physical Kheva he could see, but that vibrant beacon of light. When he was inside of his own head, in what had once been the ‘dark corner’ of his mind before he decorated it, the beacons of light were the only way he could sense them.
“Silent Ground,” Kheva replied. “When I first discovered it… it was a place I went to, to escape from my reality. At least at first.” Kheva looked around Sasha’s decorated room, at the paintings on the painted brown walls, the microfiber couch and chair on top of a grey shag rug, and the marble fireplace that held a fire in its hearth. “Eventually… I realized it was here I could develop my powers, and it was here I could seek others.”
“Silent Ground,” Sasha repeated. “You can do some amazingly terrifying things here.”
Kheva’s eyes shone. “As can you, nightcrawler.”
Sasha reached out and touched Kheva’s face. “I could put you to sleep right now, couldn’t I?” he said with a coy smile.
Kheva smirked back. “You’re not that powerful,” he said. “Kel leaves his mind open, mine is closed off.”
Not as closed off as you think…
“What else can I do besides putting Kel to sleep?”
Sasha suddenly retracted his hand as a painful shock went through him. Kheva chuckled dryly and crossed his arms. “You remember I can do that? I can inflict such pain, it would make you pass out.” He took a step towards Sasha and put both hands on each side of his head. “I can alter short-term memory. As I did to all those who witnessed that episode inside of the store,” he said. “And more… much more.”
Kheva leaned into Sasha and kissed his lips. “I am the most powerful man in the world,” he said when their lips parted. “I was a part of the last generation, and now I seek my brothers.”
“How many of us are there?” Sasha asked. Unable to stop himself, he kissed Kheva back, absorbing the comforting safety he was willfully drowning in.
“I haven’t found them all,” he said. “There is a generation older than us, but besides a select few, we keep ourselves separate.”
“Who are we? Why – why are we here?”
Kheva’s eyes creased as he smiled. It was a strangely natural smile. Not as… evil… as his previous ones. “Isn’t that the question of life, nightcrawler? Who are we? Why are we here?” He took a step away from Sasha. “If only, if only.”
Then, he was gone. But Kheva didn’t just disappear into nothing. As his presence vanished, he seemed to take the room with him, and suddenly Sasha felt like he was being sucked through a black hole.
Sasha’s eyes flew open as reality came rushing back to him, and with the dark room now left behind in his subconscious, he saw in front of him, Kheva. The Master was still lying down on the bed but now turned on his side facing Sasha.
But with his reality coming back, the pain and discomfort did as well. Kheva sensed this, and began stroking back Sasha’s hair. “Poor little nightcrawler,” he murmured, then he leaned in and pressed his lips against Sasha’s.
And Sasha didn’t pull away. He parted his own lips and closed his eyes, and allowed Kheva to take him.
Kheva had been the only man he’d ever kissed, but it was something. He hated it, still he hated it, but Sasha could only take so much. He knew that if he resisted Kheva, he’d be tortured, he’d be raped, he’d be tossed to Kel. It wasn’t only easier this way… he didn’t have a choice.
“No, you don’t,” Kheva murmured as his hand slid down Sasha’s side. It rested against Sasha’s ass, before it was grasped with a firm hand. “If only you’d learned this right away… it could’ve been better for you.” He kissed him again and pulled Sasha close to him, close enough that Sasha could feel Kheva’s hard dick press against his own.
Sasha realized with cold dread, that he himself was also aroused. Unable to hold his own tongue, Sasha cried, “Fuck.”
Kheva chuckled at this, and kissed the corner of Sasha’s mouth. “I will not take you after Kel has ravaged that beautiful body. I will get no sloppy seconds, nightcrawler,” he purred into Sasha’s ear. “But if you think you’ll fall asleep in my arms without––” Kheva’s hips ground themselves into Sasha’s groin, the skin-on-skin friction making Sasha stifle a groan. “––making your master cum. Especially after hearing all that erotic screaming… you’re a fool.”
Sasha’s breath caught, but he was no longer scared. There was a part of him that needed comfort now, an abscess inside of his heart that ached to be bandaged. He knew, fuck, he knew, that Kheva had caused it. It was insane, self-deprecating for him to be seeking out comfort from the man who tortured him… but Sasha was tapped out. He couldn’t continue to be beaten on, raped, then cast away… he was lonely, he was scared, he needed someone.
He needed Kheva.
I hate myself.
Sasha bit his lip, trying to stifle the moans that kept dancing around his tongue. Kheva was grinding himself hard into Sasha, their stiff cocks rubbing against each other, filling them both with pleasure.
Kheva raised his leg and hooked it over Sasha’s thigh, he pushed him closer, and with deep rolling thrusts, encouraged Sasha to move his hips in tandem.
He obeyed, with Kheva’s heavy breathing in his ear, he began to push his hips, their arms both clasping each other’s body with fingers digging into their backs.
It was intense, the
warm, tight pleasure addictive. The fact that he could feel his cock rub against Kheva’s was mind-blowingly erotic, a sensation that Sasha never thought he’d feel. There was no fear, there was no hesitation, he was lost in the moment with no urge to be found.
And he wanted to stay lost; Kheva was giving him everything his body craved. He was holding him tight, giving him that security, he was being almost… loving, caring, and attentive. This was what he’d wanted from the beginning, to not only be understood, but to be treasured, protected from all those who would hurt him. It was such a relief, it made him cling to Kheva tighter.
Their breathing both grew in intensity, Sasha could feel Kheva’s against his cheek, short puffs in between muffled groans. The hot tension between his legs was growing, and from the sounds Kheva was making, his was too.
Then Kheva pulled away, Sasha opened his eyes to see Kheva’s body shift and his head lowered. With a surprised gasp, Sasha felt Kheva’s mouth envelop his cock. He separated his legs as he swore under his breath, and moaned loudly when the pleasure amplified from the tight suction and Kheva’s talented tongue.
He looked down, his mouth open and his eyes full of lust. This time, seeing Kheva between his legs was exhilarating, and that, coupled with the heavy sensations rolling through him, had Sasha rising to his peak rapidly.
With a moan that came without restraint, the climax reached its maximum, stealing Sasha’s breath and leaving his body tense and his lungs gasping for air. He grasped Kheva’s shoulders hard, and looked down to see the Master sucking out every drop of cum from his twitching cock.
But even though he was exhausted, the sexual lust didn’t leave him. The moment Kheva withdrew his mouth, Sasha was on his knees.
Kheva watched with a smirk as Sasha grasped his master’s hard cock and put it into his mouth, then he started sucking on the head.
The first time he’d done it, it was jarring and terrorizing. He’d done it with tears in his eyes and blood dripping down his throat. But now? He sucked the head, his tongue rubbing and swirling the tip, and stroked the burning hot shaft as it twitched and trembled under his grasp.
“Good boy,” Kheva groaned. He moved himself so he was sitting down with his legs spread, and rested a hand on Sasha’s head. “With some lessons… soon you’ll be a master of it.”
Lessons? Sasha tried to push down the anxiety that brought; he concentrated on the act and continued servicing the Master. He felt excited for him to cum, the fact that it was Kheva’s, the self-described most powerful man in the world was exhilarating. It was––––
Sasha heard Kheva inhale a sharp moan, and the soft skin between his lips flexed, but just as Sasha welcomed the first warm spurt of semen, something else was happening in the dark corner of his mind––something unexpected, yet morbidly familiar.
And with only that single warning, Sasha’s mind was suddenly snatched and yanked backwards into the darkness.
The solid colours around him began to blur, making Sasha feel like he was going to fall backwards into oblivion. But unlike previous, Sasha knew he wasn’t going to the room inside of his head, this newly dubbed Silent Ground. No. He was going to a place he’d visited before, a place, a forbidden memory, that he was terrified of.
It was happening again––Oh fuck, it was happening again.
Screaming. Horrible screaming.
It was the scream of a child.
It was a kid. Fuck. It was a kid.
The world formed around Sasha like it was a can of paint being poured over a translucent cube. It was dark, all but for a light in the hallway… a sliver of illumination that was shining on the ceiling. ‘Keep staring at the light. Keep staring at the light. Count. Count. One… two… three.’
‘Don’t look at him. He gets mad when I look at him.’
Then like switches inside of Sasha’s brain were being turned on, the physical sensations came to him.
The excruciating pain between his legs, a pain that was even worse than what he’d experienced with Kel, and the feeling of being crushed, of not being able to breathe.
‘Four… five… six.’
‘Maybe I’ll sing a song in my head. London bridge is falling down… falling down, falling down.’
‘Seven… eight… nine…’
‘This is the worst one yet. I say that every time though. I wish I had a real mom and a real dad like normal kids.’
Sasha kept staring at the light, trying to force air into his screaming lungs. Something was crushing him, something was hurting him. Why wasn’t someone getting help for this kid? Where the fuck were his parents.
Then, a flicker of recognition. Sasha had been noticed.
‘I don’t have a mom,’ the kid said to him. ‘I don’t have a dad either. Not a real one.’
You must have someone, kid. Holy fuck. Oh fuck, you must have someone.
‘I don’t. I thought the first man was my dad… but I found out from the older kids that he bought us. Then I was sold to this guy.’
‘Ten… eleven…’
There was movement out of the corner of his eye.
Sasha looked towards the movement, the pain overwhelming–––and he saw a man’s bearded face near his, both eyes closed. He smelled like stale beer; the kid hated the smell of stale beer.
Then it was gone. As quickly as it had come, Sasha was yanked out of the horrible scene that was literally being forced upon him, and his eyes flew opened.
No, his eyes had always been open. He was kneeling on the bed, his head between Kheva’s legs, his mouth filling with cum.
Then Kheva handed him the flask. “You’ve already had enough,” he said, out of breath. “It doesn’t stack; it would be wasted on you. Spit it into the flask.”
Oh fuck… oh fuck.
Sasha stared down at the silver flask, his body coated in a thin frost.
Kheva… didn’t know. Kheva still doesn’t fucking know.
“Nightcrawler?” Kheva said through his panting. “Spit it in the flask.”
Jesus fucking Christ, Kheva… Sasha brought the container to his lips, and as he stared, dead-eyed, forward, he spat the semen into the silver flask.
…no wonder you’re so fucked up.
CHAPTER 20
Sasha looked around his room, the place that Kheva had called Silent Ground. He liked what he’d done with the walls, the rich brown paint and the antique Victorian paintings made the place look cozy; and the fireplace and shag rug, the chocolate microfiber couches and the glass coffee table really made the room look like something all his own.
I believe I’d like some flowers, Sasha said to himself. He glanced at two black end tables, both with marble tops that matched the fireplace, and on top of them he made a black vase appear with dark red roses.
Perfect. Sasha was pleased with himself. He loved this place. It resembled Kheva’s living room more than he’d like though. He loved how Kheva’s house looked, but this was his Silent Ground, his special spot, he really should make it to his own tastes.
Sasha chuckled at this inward thought. His own taste? Like he even knew what his own taste was. His apartment in Lex’s house was just a normal apartment with nothing special about it. Sasha’s own personal furniture was even worse. What was his taste? He’d never had the chance to find out.
But eventually I will, he said to himself. I’m my own person with my own likes and dislikes, I just never had the opportunity to find out what they are, but I will. Maybe next town trip I’ll ask for a home decorating magazine, or maybe request they let me watch the Home and Garden Network.
Sasha sat down on the comfortable couch and stretched out; he stared at the fireplace and watched the flames dance in the hearth. It felt natural to be in this room, and the more time he spent here, the more comfortable he felt. It was like he was in front of a control panel, one that controlled his own mind to a level that no other human could.
Because he wasn’t a human––Sasha was a nightcrawler.
Mew?
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sp; Sasha’s head rose, an expression of surprise clear on his face. Did I just hear a…?
Mew?
Sasha sat up on the couch, but before he could rise, a serval, pure black with a white tuft of fur on its chest, jumped up on his glass top coffee table, its small tail high in the air and its eyes inquisitive.
Blue eyes, strangely.
“Did I… create you?” Sasha asked it. He reached out to stroked the serval’s head, and was immediately rewarded by a low rumbled purr. “I don’t remember creating a serval. I have always wanted a cat though, and since I do seem to be mimicking Kheva’s house.” He chuckled then. “I hope I don’t end up manifesting things based on desire, or Legolas might just appear as my servant.”
“He’s a rather nice cat.”
Sasha jumped to his feet and spun around towards the sound of the new voice.
And there standing behind the couch, with his arms crossed over his chest and his familiar face holding an aslant smile––was Kel.
No, that wasn’t Kel, it was Rob.
“You relaxed Kheva quite well, good job,” he said. Rob walked along the edge of the couch, Sasha’s eyes following him, and he put his hand out towards the black serval. The cat lurched up on its hind legs in order to bump Rob’s hand with his head, and contently chirped at him.
“I… just did what he asked me,” Sasha said. He was on-guard with Rob in front of him; he knew that the man inside of Kel was there to help him, but the fact that he was there was still jarring. “When I get those flashbacks… I don’t ask for them, I don’t seek them out. Why am I experiencing them?”
Rob ran his fingers through the serval’s large bat-like ears, then down his back. Even though the cat was black, in the firelight Sasha could see the outlines of where his stripes and spots should be. “It’s quite simple, yet entirely complicated,” Rob said. He pulled up Sasha’s overstuffed chair and sat down in it. “You see… Kheva has a mind like a fortress, nothing can break through it. I certainly couldn’t outright, neither can Kheva’s other nightcrawler comrades. The funny thing is though… you’re incredibly powerful, incredibly crafty, and during every weak moment that Kheva has… you sneak in and snatch something.”
