Quick to the Hunt

by Cameron Dane

  Alex swore a vicious litany of foul words, making Hunter snap open his eyes just in time to see Alex surge to his feet. “It’s goddamn too much to have my fingers or my tongue in you. Is that it?” Extreme sparking embers burned a wildfire in Alex’s forest stare. “What can you handle then?” Without stepping away, Alex grabbed an empty, single-size Coke bottle out of a recycling basket on the counter and took a moment to lick along the classic swirl design circling the neck. He then reached for the cooking oil off a metal rack attached to the underside of the cabinet. “Because I know you want something in your ass, Tennison.” Alex bit the cork off the oil container and spit it aside. As he poured the amber liquid over the mouth and neck of the Coke bottle and smeared the oil around it, Alex locked his thundercloud-filled focus on Hunter. “I can fucking taste the need all over you.”

  Before Hunter could process that he must have spoken something out loud, Alex twisted the oiled mouth of the bottle against Hunter’s pucker and popped the first inch right into Hunter’s ass. Oh shit. Shit. The cool glass -- the invasion itself -- sent Hunter’s rear cavity into a series of crazy-fast spasms and his cock to shooting straight up into the air. The act of Alex putting a bottle into Hunter’s ass had degrading, ugly connotations swirling all around it, but as Hunter watched Alex pull the bottle all the way out -- oh fuck, so good -- only to push the neck all the way back in, stretching his opening wider with every inch, Hunter couldn’t hold back a rough moan of pleasure.

  As Alex twisted the bottle neck halfway buried in Hunter’s channel, grazing that rippled glass over every inch of Hunter’s anal walls, he glanced up and held eye contact. “You’ll goddamn accept me fucking you with a bottle, but you don’t want my fingers or mouth.” Anger laced Alex’s voice, but the desire shining in his eyes and the rigid beauty of his crimson erection said at least a part of him didn’t find this grotesque or humiliating. Alex sloshed the rest of the oil over the bottle and Hunter’s entrance, and then threw the empty glass container toward the bedroom, where it crashed into something and shattered. Alex worked the soda bottle in Hunter’s chute with faster strokes, and he wrapped his other hand around his prick. “Can I jerk myself off while I’m doing you with a foreign object?” Alex rubbed his cock from root to tip, never breaking away from Hunter’s gaze. “Or is that too personal?”

  Alex stood so close his knuckles grazed Hunter’s inner thigh with delicious softness every time he pumped his hand up and down his length. “Am I allowed to move my hips in time with the bottle and imagine myself taking your ass?” Ratcheting up the game, Alex flexed his hips with aggressive, fast speed, stabbing his cock into Hunter’s inner thigh with every move. “Because that’s what I’m doing. I’m thinking about fucking you so hard you won’t be able to walk when I’m done.” Every fast thrust of Alex’s hips nudged his cockhead higher up Hunter’s thigh and pushed dangerously at Hunter’s frayed sanity. “Or is that getting too goddamn close to your precious limit?”

  With a growl, Alex made the bottle claim Hunter’s ass with repeated strikes. Each time the glass pushed in, he branded Hunter’s leg with the heat of his hot, leaking cock. Alex’s verbal taunting worked insidiously in Hunter’s head, toying with everything he desperately wanted with this man and the very separation he needed emotionally to survive. Mix that in with his newly rebreeched ass, as well as his hunger to give his body up to a man -- this man -- the way he used to so love, and Hunter could no longer assimilate anything more than instinct. Alex twirled the Coke bottle in Hunter’s chute once more and rubbed his erection in tandem against Hunter’s thigh. Hunter moaned low, slipping dangerously toward the precipice.

  Perspiration slicked Alex’s perfect, glorious skin, and his green stare pierced deeper into Hunter’s soul than a ten-inch blade. “What if I tell you this is the hottest, fucking most intimate moment I’ve ever had with a man,” Alex shared, his voice strained, “and that I can’t imagine ever doing this with anyone but you? What if I tell you I think I might goddamn kill any man who even thought about doing this with you?” Alex’s lips curled back, revealing his teeth, like a dog going into battle. He folded over and bit Hunter’s chest, breaking skin, and sending a shot of pain right where Hunter had once bitten Alex. Just as fast, Alex reared up and started rocking his hips and working that damn bottle in Hunter’s ass again. “You tell me if that pushes you too far, baby.” Alex reached out, spread his hand over Hunter’s belly, and collected streaking lines of Hunter’s precum onto his fingers and palm. “You fucking tell me.” With that, Alex licked his seed-smeared fingers and palm. As he did, he groaned and dumped a line of precum, the very essence of his arousal, onto Hunter’s thigh.

  Something uncontrollably dangerous but too powerful to stop flipped a switch inside Hunter. He cried out, and in one series of lightning fast actions, Hunter shoved the bottle out of his body, wrapped his hand around Alex’s neck to drag him close, and punched his asshole straight onto Alex’s dick, making them one.

  Oh Christ. Oh Christ. Goddamn motherfucking Christ. Hunter couldn’t breathe. Both men shuddered as Alex’s unsheathed, bare cock slid all the way home with before-this unknown, unfathomable, unspeakably wonderful friction in Hunter’s ass.

  Alex’s lips parted, and he immediately began thrusting into Hunter with fast, choppy strokes, bulldozing his way into Hunter’s channel without finesse. “I can’t --” Cursing when Hunter started sliding on the slick surface, Alex dug his fingers into Hunter’s buttocks and anchored him in place at the edge of the table. Shoving his rigid cock into Hunter again and again, his gaze bright, Alex uttered, “I can’t stop.”

  Hunter wrapped his legs around Alex’s back, panicked as much about losing this connection as he still was to let it happen. He glued his forehead to Alex’s and locked them together in another way. “Don’t stop.” Hunter scraped his parted lips against Alex’s. “Fuck me.”

  His hands clenched deep in Hunter’s ass cheeks, surely creating bruises, Alex took Hunter with a violent kiss and started plowing into him with sure, rough strokes. Alex dominated the mating. Every time he drove his cock deep into Hunter’s ass, Alex held Hunter trapped to him and rocked their bodies into the table with his full weight, crushing Hunter with a pressure that made it difficult to breathe but that Hunter welcomed and craved. With every pleasure center in Hunter alive, awake, and crackling, he slashed his mouth across Alex’s and sank into an exploring, scorching kiss. Alex jerked within Hunter and immediately began kissing him back, taking Hunter in another way. Holding on to Alex in return, savoring his sure, strong form, Hunter sparred and jabbed his tongue with Alex’s, craving everything he could get. He pumped his hips into each stab of Alex’s rigid, long cock as best he could, and clamped all the muscles near his ass as tightly as possible, desperate to keep the man buried deep inside his body.

  Alex grunted and tore his mouth away. “Shit.” He clearly struggled for every gulp of air he sucked into his lungs. “Hold on.” Their bodies still tied together, Alex lifted Hunter off the table, stumbled two steps, and slammed him into the closed bathroom door, making the mirror-covered wood rattle. Alex clutched Hunter to him with whipcord strength, and Hunter locked his legs around Alex’s waist with everything in him, eager for a brutal ride. Searing their mouths together again, Alex wasted no time in pounding Hunter into the door with hard, fast thrusts. He penetrated Hunter’s ass with repeated, bruising force, tenderizing the hell out of Hunter’s passage with every strike. Each time Alex plunged his way into Hunter’s body, the door shook, trembling and threatening to break under the abuse.

  Muttering for Hunter not to let go again, Alex took them to the floor, clumsily but without severing their connection. Alex planted his hands on either side of Hunter’s head and began drilling Hunter’s chute with aggressive, full thrusts, the force of which rocked Hunter repeatedly into the floor. Thin, scratchy carpet ran along the narrow walkway of the trailer. Each time Alex slammed his cock into Hunter’s ass, rug fibers scraped Hunter’s back and buttocks, but he did
n’t care. The burn only added to the fierce mating, intensified his arousal, and shoved Hunter closer to release.

  Hunter looked into Alex’s intense, focused gaze, and the spirals of desire, need, and panic fused inside him, coalescing into a giant ball of fire in his gut. No. Hunter instantly began slamming his ass up to meet Alex’s mating, flinging himself into something he prayed could overpower the destruction creeping back in. “Fuck me.” He clawed at Alex’s arms, tearing skin as he tried to dig in and hold on. “Ohhhh shit…” Too much friction flamed his passage well past painful, but Hunter kept jamming his hips into Alex’s fucking anyway. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

  Alex bore down on Hunter and pinned him to the floor. Instead of punishing Hunter’s ass the way Hunter begged for and needed, Alex bracketed his arms around Hunter’s head and trapped him from top to bottom. Alex grazed his lips across Hunter’s cheeks and forehead, and began a slow, easy, rocking of their joined bodies, something so soft and sweet. Hunter bucked and pleaded for release, desperate not to provoke the demons anymore.

  His grass gaze homed in on Hunter, clear as a spring morning, Alex whispered, “You’re so beautiful.” He brushed his fingers in Hunter’s hair, adding, “I wish you could see it,” as he nudged his shaft over Hunter’s kill spot at the same time, catapulting Hunter’s body’s needs and the adrenaline shooting through him, commanding him to flee, in opposing directions.

  Hunter ran his hands down Alex’s back and grabbed his ass, begging with touch and voice. “Please.” He tried to rub his raging-hard dick into Alex’s stomach and squeeze his channel all around Alex’s buried cock. Hunter scratched at Alex’s buttocks and responded gutturally, “Just fuck me. I only want you to fuck me.”

  In rapid response, Alex swore and reared up to his knees. He grabbed Hunter’s ankles, straightened his legs, and held them open against cabinet doors. “Is this what you want?” Alex punched his prick into Hunter with punishing speed, forcing his long shaft so fucking deep, all the way to the root. “Do you think because I’m stripping the hide off your ass this isn’t personal?” Alex nailed Hunter’s sweet spot two more times, and a snarl once again revealed the cutthroat tycoon living inside him. “Everything is personal.” His skin glistened with sweat, and his voice mimicked that of a wronged Greek god. “The fucking way I say hello to you in a roomful of people is personal.” Alex jerked to a stop, crushing Hunter’s ankles in his grip before shaking his head, gritting his teeth, and locking his fiery gaze on Hunter’s again. Pushing in to the hilt, his voice raw as hell, Alex said, “And when I come in your ass, in a way I fucking know you’ve never let any man do before” -- Alex withdrew his cock and rubbed the shiny, red length into Hunter’s taint, balls, and prick, a reminder he wore no protection -- “you’re gonna realize there’s no running from personal between us.”

  Alex drove back in, burying himself inside Hunter until his fur kissed Hunter’s burning hole. He abruptly folded himself on top of Hunter once more. His eyes too bright, his skin pulled taut over his face, Alex put his lips to Hunter’s and declared, “I love you, Hunt,” into his mouth in a way Hunter couldn’t reject. “And it’s very, very personal for me.” Alex then shuddered on top of Hunter and spilled himself deep in Hunter’s ass.

  The moment Alex’s hot seed tagged Hunter’s channel, coating him deep inside, Hunter lost his battle. He latched on to Alex and kissed him back, holding on to reality in any way he could. Hunter’s balls sucked up painfully to his body, and he jolted under Alex. A split second later, faster than he’d ever felt in his life, Hunter came, jetting line after line of cum between the crush of their stomachs.

  Alex stayed with Hunter the whole way, holding their heads together and scraping his mouth to Hunter’s, maintaining contact and whispering, “It’s okay. I love you, I love you, I love you,” the entire duration of Hunter’s orgasm.

  Drowning in the moment, his heart cracking, Hunter clung to Alex. His throat was ripped to shreds through the silent screams of denial inside him, but Hunter whispered back brokenly, “I love you too.”

  As soon as the words -- the emotion attached, the truth of it -- left Hunter’s lips, his entire body went hot and then unbearably cold. His brain flashed image after image of dead, bloody soldiers in front of Hunter’s eyes. All men Hunter had worked with and respected, and all of them now gone forever. As each picture processed itself with rapid-fire speed into Hunter’s system, the demons inside clawed away at a piece of his soul, as had happened each time he’d experienced the loss in real time. Death and loss bombarded Hunter, racking through his body, first showing him a picture of Trey’s lifeless body, holes and blood riddling both sides of his neck from entry and exit wounds, his eyes forever glassy, no longer holding a soul. Right on top of that torment came the gutting flashes of Will’s outrageous and contagious spirit morphing into the kid dying on the side of an Iraqi road, life slipping from his gaze and strength in his hold. On the floor in Alex’s trailer, Hunter relived every loss and slow death of his soul in a heartbeat, but in his body, mind, and heart, it felt like forever.

  Caring kills. The words, the truth, had etched themselves into Hunter’s very being. Love is death.

  When Hunter didn’t think it could get any worse, he saw Alex in a coffin, lifeless -- another loss he wouldn’t be able to prevent -- and something inside him shattered.

  Crying out with an inhuman scream, Hunter shoved at Alex and rolled over, desperate to get to his pocketknife and stifle this onslaught of emotions before they killed him. He scraped his way across the carpet to his jeans and grabbed the hem, but just as he did, Alex landed on top of him. Alex scraped and did battle, making dirty moves, and wrested the jeans from Hunter’s grasp. Alex shot to standing, and Hunter did too, where they faced each other with a half-dozen feet between them. Hunter lunged, but Alex maneuvered swiftly, switching their positions, and stayed more than an arm’s distance away.

  Alex clutched the jeans to his body, and his entire frame heaved. “Don’t do this.” His voice ragged, he looked close to tears. “Don’t hurt yourself anymore.”

  Alex’s pain only added to the ugly, twisted needs pounding in Hunter’s head. “You don’t understand.” It became tougher to draw in a clean breath of air. Hunter’s lungs burned, and he barely fought back the urge to pound his head into the table. “Give them to me.” His voice reeked with his pathetic need, but right now he couldn’t care. “I need it. Please.”

  “Is this what you want for the rest of your life?” Alex yanked the knife from Hunter’s pocket and waved it in front of him, just out of his reach. “Every time you feel something, every time we have sex, every time I tell you I love you, you’re going to butcher your body?”

  Hunter’s fists tingled with life, and his terror shot up a hundredfold. “It’s the only way.” He could hardly hear his plea over the roar of blood raging in his head, and his terror that he couldn’t command his hands to unclench shook him to his core. “I have to.”

  “You don’t,” Alex argued, passion infusing his voice. “You can fix this. I can help you. You don’t need this.” Alex flung the knife into his bedroom, the clang as it hit the wall like a bullet in Hunter’s heart. “I won’t let you do it anymore.”

  The trailer became boiling hot for Hunter, and he saw everything through a haze. No. Please. He scratched at his thighs and slammed his shoulder into a cabinet in an effort to appease the barreling, oncoming train, but the pounding in his heart only grew faster, louder, and more erratic, and he couldn’t hold back the buzzing in his hands from crawling up his arms.

  Hunter’s truck felt a million miles away, so he ran for a drawer and pulled it open, swiping useless contents onto the floor in his haste and need. Come on. Come on. Come on. Help me. Hunter could hardly feel his body anymore, and increasing panic turned his brain into a series of words and phrases he clung to as a sign he still had an ounce of control and sanity. He reached for the next drawer, pulled it open, and scrambled through papers and pens, desperate for somethi
ng that might have a point sharp enough to cut skin.

  Alex ripped open a cabinet and slammed a small butcher block onto the counter. “Is this what you’re hoping to find?” He grabbed the first knife out of its slot and flung it into his bedroom. “Or maybe this one, or this one?” Alex threw two more, using such force they pierced the wall above his bed and stayed there.

  Hunter rushed Alex, but the man scooped up the wood block and dipped under Hunter’s arms. “Maybe you want this fat six-inch blade so you can cut yourself so deep I have to rush you to a hospital!” Alex threw the enormous knife out the trailer door and then selected the last blade from the block. Righteous fire turned Alex’s eyes downright luminous, and the louder he got, the more powerful and destructive the need inside Hunter grew. “Or maybe you want me to let you bleed out! Is that what you really want? Do you want to die?” Alex banged his fist, knife and all, into the open door. “Because I’m not putting another person I love in the ground, you son of a bitch!”

  As Alex threw the knife outside -- Hunter’s last chance to turn the overwhelming panic and rage inward, onto himself -- Hunter screamed, a horrible, soul-gutting sound. The destructive ugliness consumed his last drop of control and took complete hold of his body.

  Charging at Alex full force, Hunter yelled, “Shut up!”

  HUNTER SMASHED HIS fist into Alex’s face and sent him reeling to the floor. Alex didn’t have time to process the explosion of heat searing through his cheek before Hunter jumped on top of him and cracked his fist into Alex’s jaw again. A mass of pure black inked Hunter’s eyes to the color of onyx, and his face twisted with such ugliness that for a split-second Alex thought some otherworldly entity had taken over Hunter’s body.

  Pain saturated the left side of Alex’s face, but Hunter wound his arm back and swung again, this time crushing Alex’s chest. Alex kicked, but Hunter held him down with a hand on Alex’s throat. In lightning succession, Hunter pounded his fist into Alex’s side and gut relentlessly, stealing the rest of Alex’s breath and firing white-hot, explosive pain through his body.