by Quil Carter
“Like you’re any better,” Gavin growled. His hand reached to his belt, and to Sasha’s shock, he pulled out a hunting knife. “You might be as immune to me as I am to you, Kheva, but you’ll bleed all the same. You made a mistake luring me out, and you made a bigger mistake hurting Joey.”
Even though Sasha’s heart was pounding, Kheva only chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest. “A knife? Fair enough.” Kheva drew out the long silver knife from his belt loop. “I was planning on using it to carve up that pretty little boyfriend you have. Would you like me to leave you alive so you can watch? Or perhaps I’ll bring him home for Keluva to play with.”
“Is that what you’re calling him now?” Gavin said lowly. “Keluva? I love how you drag me out of hiding when you’re the one hiding from the others. Too afraid they’ll take your precious little pet away from you?” Gavin spat on the ground. “You destroyed a fine piece of meat doing what you did to him. I’d enjoyed immensely the time I spent with him, especially when we were intimate. He did love being underneath me, even if he won’t admit it now.”
Gavin and Rob had––
Then it hit Sasha; it hit Sasha like a hundred tons of bricks landing on his head.
Holy fuck. Was he one of the men that had fucking raped Kel back when he was just Rob?
Had one of those men been Gavin?
Sasha’s mind began to spin, all of these loose strings now tying themselves rapidly together. Suddenly, what was happening in front of him made sense.
Kheva was hunting down the men who’d raped Kel. He must’ve regretted it, he had to have regretted it. Kheva was here right now to avenge Kel.
Sasha’s feelings for Kheva swelled. He might have his issues but… he loved Kel, he loved that mentally deranged nightcrawler completely.
Sasha searched his mind for Rob, wanting him to confirm this, but there was no one, the head voice had completely vanished.
“You’ll never get that chance again,” Kheva said coldly. “Now, I’m the one who gets to do the fucking.”
Gavin chuckled. “Oh, you are? And do you let him call you Daddy? Or is that something special you saved for the numerous men who bought you.”
Sasha gasped, his hands rising to cup his mouth. He looked to Kheva and began to physically shake from rage. The fucking nerve, the fucking nerve…
‘Destroy him,’ Kheva’s cold voice suddenly sounded. ‘Hold nothing back.’
Me? Sasha’s eyes widened. He looked to Kheva, then to Gavin. He means… he wants me to…
‘Sasha!’ Kheva snarled.
Fuck! With his mind trembling like it was a physical part of him, Sasha forced his abilities to the front of his head like Kheva had instructed. Immediately, Kheva and Gavin shone as bright beacons, the forest around him dimming, but not at all disappearing.
Gavin’s beacon… it was so unlike the prisoner Joey. The nightcrawler’s beacon seemed like a magnet, attracting him towards it, urging him, almost begging Sasha to touch it, manipulate it.
Disrupt it.
Unlike Kheva’s, whose beacon had seemed near impossible to tamper with, Gavin’s was out there, an unprotected virgin just waiting to be corrupted, filled with poison.
He was… completely open.
Sasha was wary, almost timidly, he reached out towards Gavin’s beacon and tested it with a diffident nudge.
And to his absolute dumbstruck astonishment, Gavin cried out, his hand flying to his head.
Sasha’s eyes became wide as saucers. He’d barely touched him, that was a hesitant nudge from an unsure child not a push that should’ve caused Gavin that much pain. Sasha had put twenty-times more force into trying to break Kheva.
“Where is he!?” Sasha’s attention shot back to Gavin when the man’s crazed voice cracked through the night like a bomb going off in the center of a dark field. He looked back towards him to see the nightcrawler’s head snap from one side to the other. “Where is he, Daddy’s boy? Don’t hide him like a fucking coward.”
Daddy’s boy? Fucking coward? The anger brought on by Gavin’s words burned away the shock and fascination. Sasha stepped away from the tree he had been standing beside. He walked down to the road in long strides; his chin held up high and his stance that of a man with pride.
And when he was just breaking through the trees, his dark robes and moonlit skin illuminated by the truck’s headlights, Sasha gathered up his energy, and pushed it into Gavin’s beacon.
The scream brought a smile to his face. He watched Gavin fall to the ground, his hands clutching his hair, his sneakers scraping the dirt to make long dark streaks, and allowed the spasms of excitement ripple through his body like he was inhaling electricity.
When Sasha had decided Gavin had had enough for the moment, he drew back his energy. “You insulted my master,” Sasha said, his voice a cold tone that he’d never heard in himself before. He felt so powerful in that moment, and he wanted to drink of it until he was drunk. “I think you should apologize.” His eyes flickered up when he heard a second scream and saw Joey in the passenger seat banging on the window, tears rolling down his desperate face.
Gavin coughed, blood bubbling up from his mouth and oozing down his chin and cheeks. His eyes rolled around in his head, before slowly focusing on Sasha.
“Call him off, Kheva,” Gavin croaked. He rolled onto his side, his legs moving like he was attempting to get up. “You made your fucking point. Call him off.”
Sasha glared down at him, both fists clenched. “I told you to apologize,” he growled. “For what you did today, and for anything else you did before. Apologize, or I’ll make you do it screaming.”
Gavin’s eyes locked with his, and though Sasha didn’t show it, inside he was shocked when he saw blood rimming the lower lids of his eyes.
He’d done that. He’d done that all on his own, without Kheva’s help.
“I’m already barricading myself from you, new-blood,” Gavin coughed. “Enjoy it, enjoy it because the next time we meet, I’ll fuck you harder than I fucked––” Whatever it was that Gavin was going to say, Rob, Sasha guessed, was lost. With another surge of anger, Sasha attacked Gavin’s beacon, sending a new chorus of agonizing screams into the dark deserted road.
Sasha’s chest filled as he watched his victim, power an addiction that he’d been searching for his entire life. He’d never been able to defend himself against those who hurt him, even the society that had terrified him so much he hid in his house. Never before this night, had Sasha wielded a weapon that he could use against his fears, or the men that had hurt a man who’d become his friend.
Kheva was tracking down the men who’d helped him rape Rob, and Sasha would help him.
They would do it together, and since Sasha was able to attack the nightcrawlers, somehow better than Kheva could, he’d go with Kheva to each and every one they found and teach them a––
Sasha was suddenly knocked off of his feet, a blow coming from inside his own brain which had his legs turning to liquid. He fell onto the ground, his skull throbbing, and in front of him a scuffle broke out.
Sasha, on his knees now, scrambled to his feet and saw Gavin on the ground, Kheva on top of him. They were both fighting for power, Kheva’s green and yellow eyes two burning portals to Hell.
And what happened next, burned itself into Sasha’s brain like a hot brand. A permanent memory that he knew he’d never forget.
As Kheva grabbed Gavin’s hair and yanked him forward, Gavin’s arm swung up. Sasha saw, too late, that the man was now holding a rock the size of a chicken’s egg. He swung it at Kheva’s head and made impact, once, then twice, but Kheva didn’t fall, nor did his strength wane.
Instead, Sasha saw Kheva’s arm jerk forward as he punched Gavin in the stomach.
No… he didn’t punch him.
It wasn’t until blood coated Kheva’s pale hand, did Sasha realize what he’d just seen.
Sasha’s mouth dropped open, just as Kheva’s lips peeled back in a terrifying smile. Sasha then saw a flash of sil
ver get drawn out of Gavin’s stomach, until the long silver knife, stained with blood, was visible.
Gavin’s face dropped and paled, his eyes wide and his hands cupping the wound. Sasha gaped at him in shock, spots of wet being felt on his face and neck, and he watched in horror as the nightcrawler let out a startled cry.
Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit.
Then Kheva, straddling Gavin with one leg on each side of his waist, reached down and grabbed the nightcrawler’s chin. He drew it up, puckered his lips to send a blown kiss…
… and plunged the blade into Gavin’s chest.
Sasha screamed then. He cupped his mouth, unable to stop the cry of horror, and staggered to his feet.
Gavin groaned desperately, one hand cupping the wound on his stomach, a spout of blood dyeing each digit, and the other clasping the silver knife imbedded in his chest, not a drop of red escaping between the silver metal of the blade. He looked at Kheva with terror in his eyes, before, then his body began to spasm.
It twitched, his arms and legs making jerking movements. Kheva rose off of him then, but his eyes remained fixed as Gavin’s death spasms rolled through him.
Then… then he was still.
Just like that… he was fucking dead.
Kheva rose, the man robed in black staring past Sasha with that same smile, blood was dripping down that long silver knife, and more blood was falling on Sasha.
No… that wasn’t blood. It was starting to rain.
Kheva walked away from Sasha, not a word said. Sasha stared down at Gavin’s dead body, rain drops falling around him.
Behind Sasha, the driver’s side door opened. Sasha heard a shrill shriek from Joey, but his eyes were glued to Gavin.
There was pleading, then a low growled voice. A scuffle was heard, then sobbing.
And a sharp cry that Sasha was familiar with.
Then those cries came in rhythm, the sounds of bare skin smacking against skin joining each tone. Still Sasha didn’t move, he stared down at Gavin’s dead body with a hand over his mouth, both feet rooted to the ground.
Joey sobbed, the driver’s side door squeaked, the rain fell heavier onto this macabre scene lit up like a stage by the headlights, until it became a downpour.
The rain began to wash Gavin’s body, a body that was becoming grey and sunken-in in front of him. The blood was soon diluted, dripping off of him in rivers, washing the pale hand and making a pink lake where it rested.
Raindrops were falling on Gavin’s wide eyes. He should be squinting, they were landing on his blue irises, and still they only pooled. Mother Nature was making him cry, because he was no longer able to.
Joey sobbed in rhythm. Kheva’s laboured breathing was added to the song.
And now… the rain was falling heavily enough to join this transgressive orchestra.
‘Sasha…’
Sasha tore his eyes away from Gavin’s body. He obediently walked along the front of the truck, to where Kheva was.
A rain-washed hand clasped the driver’s side door, and Kheva’s fixed eyes shone brilliantly ahead. Sasha walked to the open door, and when he looked in he saw Joey stretched out with his stomach on the driver’s seat, his pale ass getting relentlessly fucked by Kheva.
Kheva then withdrew himself from Joey. He then grabbed the man’s ass and clenched it hard.
Then he stepped away from him, his still stiff cock in his hand.
“Finish me off, use your hands,” Kheva instructed, out of breath and stifling a pant. “Now.”
Sasha, his eyes a hundred-yard stare, nodded blankly. He bent down on one knee in front of Kheva and put his hands on the Master’s thick cock.
He could feel how close Kheva was, the hard rod shuddered and twitched underneath his hand. Sasha began to stroke it with long quick strokes, and immediately Kheva sucked in a breath and grasped the door of the car.
The first spurt of cum shot from Kheva’s cock onto Sasha’s cheek. Then, remembering himself, Sasha put his free hand over the head to collect the spilling semen, the downpour of rain around them already washing the slick from his cold-bitten cheek. While he collected it, the orgasm rolling deeply through his master, Sasha’s own cock pulsed, begging for the release that the Master had just been given.
Kheva pulled himself away, leaving Sasha with the cum pooled in his hand. He knew Kheva wanted him to consume it, but his mind had received shock after shock, all it could do was stare with that fixed, blank stare.
Joey sobbed, still stretched out over the driver’s side seat with his pale ass sticking out. He was too afraid to move, all he did was cry and shake, with Sasha kneeling down behind him.
‘Eat it and help me with this,’ Kheva’s voice sounded. How could there be no emotion in his voice? He’d – he’d just fucking killed someone.
Oh fuck. He’s dead. Gavin is dead.
Sasha obediently licked and lapped the thick, slippery liquid and swallowed.
Sasha walked to the front of the truck and saw Kheva standing in front of Gavin, the dead man grey and limber, his body drenched with rain.
Oh god. Oh god. Sasha couldn’t stop swearing in his head. That was the only sign of life he was exhibiting, on the outside he was frozen, his face deadpan and his movements stiff and robotic.
“Grab his legs,” Kheva commanded. He leaned down and grasped Gavin from underneath his arms. Sasha stared at the scene, torrents of water washing away the blood underneath the body, and walked to Gavin’s legs.
Sasha bent down and grabbed Gavin’s ankles, even with the soaked jeans preventing Sasha from touching the skin, he could still feel the texture of it, like slippery wax.
Kheva had murdered someone.
And I’d helped.
Sasha followed Kheva’s lead and walked the body to the back of Gavin’s truck, the hatch already open. Kheva barked instructions to Sasha that his mind didn’t absorb, but he obeyed the words regardless. He lifted up Gavin’s legs and put his black and white sneakers on the gritty tailgate of the truck, and there was a horrible scraping noise as Kheva shoved the nightcrawler into the back and closed the gate with a clang that was absorbed by the downpour.
Kheva then walked to the driver’s side of the truck, and Sasha heard a frightened scream. He watched from beside a red glowing tail light as Kheva pulled Joey out of the passenger side seat and away from the truck.
The young man stood there, shivering, huddled, and covered in bruises and lacerations. He stared at Kheva with a terror-filled look, then his eyes shifted to Sasha.
Sasha had seen that look before. He’d seen it on himself. It was a look of pure catatonic horror, and the start of a lifetime of nightmares and mental issues.
Kheva then turned, dry clothes in his hand, but before handing them to the shaking Joey, strangely, he stood completely still with his eyes fixed forward.
No, not strangely at all. The explanation to Kheva’s body language was clear when Joey’s eyes widened, then rolled back into his head. He was frozen for a moment as Kheva did his work on Joey’s mind, then as if nothing had happened, the man obediently took the dry clothes that Kheva had offered him, then began to put them on.
Was he… erasing his memory? What was he doing? Sasha didn’t know, and he didn’t want to ask. He remained still, and watched Kheva turn from the man and get into the driver’s side door.
“Get in,” Kheva commanded, and the heavy metal door slammed shut.
Sasha wanted to say something to Joey, but he wasn’t sure what. His mind had retreated in on itself to the point where he was on cruise control only; he was getting through this minute by minute, that was all his head could allot him at the moment.
So instead, Sasha said nothing, he turned and obediently got into the truck. When the door shut, there was an eerie silence and the first whispers of warmth from an over-active dashboard heater.
Kheva shifted the truck into drive and it began to move forward. At first there was a hint of empathy and fear that Kheva was leaving J
oey on the side of the road, but then he realized that this was the best thing for the prisoner. Joey was still alive, and that was all that he could ask for in that moment.
“Don’t touch anything,” Kheva said. Sasha obeyed, his eyes forward and his hands folded on his lap, and Kheva drove the truck back to the house with the detached garage.
Kheva parked it beside his own truck, instructed Sasha to get out, then as Sasha stood in the downpour outside, Kheva circled around and rubbed down the door’s inner handle with an old rag.
Sasha wondered why, then it occurred to him.
Kheva had just committed murder.
It was a strange realization considering he knew this, but the consequences of it had a panic running through him. Kheva had murdered someone, murderers get caught. Sasha had helped, he’d get caught. They were going to fucking go to jail!
Kheva said nothing, even though Sasha’s inner mind was screaming. He shut the passenger door, grabbed Sasha’s arm and took him to the back of the truck.
Sasha helped Kheva transfer Gavin’s body to Kheva’s pickup truck, then Kheva disappeared into the garage. He emerged about ten minutes later, and his eyes flashed with annoyance when he saw that Sasha was standing beside the passenger door with his arms wrapped around his chest.
“Get into the truck,” Kheva said sharply. “Why are you standing out here for?”
Because you didn’t tell me to get back in the truck… Sasha said to himself. Kheva didn’t understand, or he didn’t care, Sasha was stunned, and there wasn’t a single thing he could do on his own right now. He was a walking robot, his mind gone with the rain and on-coming wind.
The next thing Sasha knew, they were driving down the dirt road. They never did pass Joey, and Sasha could only hope he’d had enough sense to dive into the woods when he heard the truck coming.
Kheva had just murdered someone. The… the fucking body was in his truck. Sasha seemed to remember Kheva coming out with a new tarp and throwing it over the body, he’d done it before getting back into the vehicle.
Now they were… they were going back home.
With a body in the back of the… in the back of the…
