The Landing (Apocalypse)

by Blackwood, Talia R.

  Ghost dragged Adrian down a hallway, where a lot of items and assorted furniture were crammed against the walls, such as in the middle of a move. They entered into a private room that smelled of mildew.

  "I found this place, there are generators and water and thought I'd stop here for a while," Ghost said, as if they were old friends. "But then I concluded this hovel is too small for my needs."

  Ghost closed the door loudly and Adrian jumped, the bracelets of his handcuffs jingling. Serpent had slipped into the room with them, and Adrian sighed in relief for not being alone with Ghost.

  "I have big plans," Ghost said. He smiled and took off his leather jacket. Something flashed in his hand—perhaps a small blade. "Are you going to behave or create problems, Adrian?"

  "It depends," Adrian said.

  "Well." Ghost sat in a managerial chair in the center of the room, his leg over the armrest. "I'll explain how things are. Many of those who are with me now aren't yet convinced of what I say and follow me just because they have no other place to go. Many are still confused from what has happened, but I'm not, Adrian. I know what I want. I'll extend my empire and I'll rule over all survivors. It's simple. Therefore, and I'll tell you this for your own good, you better to obey and be nice with me."

  Adrian remained silent. Was the man serious?

  Ghost got up and stood in front of Adrian, forcing him to retreat. "I like you as a slave, Adrian, but my tastes are changeable. And I need to do terrible things to assert my power. Do you understand?"

  Adrian looked into his crooked eyes and realized Ghost was completely crazy.

  Ghost smiled a fake smile. "I've done terrible things. Right, Serpent?"

  "Please, I don't want to talk about it," Serpent said, shivering.

  "What do you want from me?" Adrian asked, trying to keep control of his tone of voice.

  He had already realized Ghost loved to scare people, and Adrian wouldn't give the man the satisfaction to perceive his fear.

  A kind of black aura surrounded Ghost, and Adrian had no trouble believing his words when he said he had done terrible things. The same obscure actions made him so dark. And every time the man approached, inexplicable cold currents took Adrian's breath away.

  "To begin with, I want you and Serpent to entertain me with something spicy. Can you do that?" Ghost's expression didn't change, and his eyes never blinked.

  That was what made his face look like a mask.

  "What's the alternative?" Adrian asked.

  Ghost raised his eyebrow. "Alternative? You don't have one. But okay, if you want I'll give you one. I'll tie you to that bed and watch all of my men rape you."

  Serpent grabbed Adrian's arm. "You can behave, believe me. It's better if he remains on that chair, watching."

  "Serpent is wise. Listen to him," Ghost said, sitting back down and crossing his hands behind his head, ready to enjoy the show.

  Serpent pushed Adrian back towards the bed until it dug into his legs and Adrian couldn't help but sit down.

  "Can I have the key for his handcuffs?" Serpent asked.

  Ghost pretended to think about it. "No," he ended.

  Serpent sighed and brushed Adrian's hair away from his sweaty face. "You're so cute," he said.

  Gently, he kissed Adrian's closed mouth then his neck as Adrian sat on the bed, his cuffed hands on his thighs.

  "Try to get more involved," Ghost said raising his eyebrows.

  Adrian got the impression his discomfort only aroused Ghost more.

  "Don't be afraid, you can trust me," Serpent whispered in Adrian's ear, sending him down to the mattress and brushing Adrian's lips with his.

  Although Serpent wasn't unpleasant, Adrian couldn't feel involved. He wasn't up for kinky sex; it just wasn't his cup of tea. Luke hinted sometimes that Adrian was even boring, waiting for Luke in bed with the light off and the covers pulled up to his chin.

  Serpent raised Adrian's cuffed hands. He undid his tie and pulled up the shirt of his uniform, discovering his smooth chest.

  "Oh, shit," Serpent said, kneeling on the bed. "I don't think I've ever had a guy so beautiful."

  "And you have to thank me for giving him to you," Ghost said. "You'll get many other rewards if you continue to be faithful and use your special senses to observe things for me."

  Adrian wondered what Ghost was talking about, but he stiffened when Serpent unzipped his pants.

  "Your skin is like silk," Serpent said, running his palms over Adrian's chest and on his belly.

  Adrian shivered, and his nipples hardened like pebbles. Serpent took the opportunity to lean down to bite at them.

  At once, Ghost approached, wheeling on his chair. Adrian held his breath, keeping one eye on him. Ghost touched the airline's emblem on the breast pocket of his shirt that Serpent had rolled under Adrian's neck. No doubt, Ghost had something in his hand, a razor, or a small blade. Adrian couldn't bow his head enough to see well. Ghost slipped the thing into the collar of Adrian's shirt and pulled down. The blade opened the fabric in two and. the buttons flew about the room.

  Serpent jumped up. "Fuck!"

  "I was just making room," Ghost explained with a fake, innocent smile.

  "I don't want you to cut his skin!" Serpent exclaimed.

  Ghost smiled, then snapped like a snake and grabbed a handful of Serpent's hair. "And you must do what I say, and not the opposite. Is that clear?"

  "Yes, yes, I'm sorry." Serpent hastened to nod.

  Ghost smiled, pulling the guy closer, almost touching Serpent's face with his. "If I want to cut him, I'll cut him. And I'll do what I want with you, too. Is that clear?"

  "Yes."

  Ghost let go of Serpent and brushed his hair. "Good. Keep doing your job."

  A flash of hate shot through Serpent's eyes, but he leaned down and returned his attention to Adrian.

  Serpent licked a trail down Adrian's belly and touched his cock through his pants, but Adrian couldn't feel involved enough to get hard. Ghost's proximity and the blade he hid in his hand disturbed him.

  Ghost smiled at his discomfort. Obviously, the idea of cutting Adrian aroused him more than Serpent's foreplay.

  Ghost came up, and a shudder ran through Adrian's spine when that cold whiff hit him again. It wasn't imagination. For a moment, Adrian saw Ghost's breath condense and widened his eyes.

  Ghost chuckled, delighted by Adrian's fear. "You are interesting, Adrian. How did Serpent call you? Bright?"

  Ghost lifted his blade and Adrian knew the fool would cut him.

  Adrian struggled to find a way to fight back, but his body stiffened with fear, his eyes fixed on Ghost's knife. The sharp edge touched Adrian's skin along his lower abdomen, unbearably cold. Adrian didn't dare breathe for fear a rash move would lead to hurting himself on Ghost's blade. Ghost grinned, and Adrian prepared himself for the pain, but then Ghost split the band of his underwear in half.

  Serpent sighed with relief against Adrian's belly and opened his cut clothes. Serpent took Adrian's half hard cock inside his mouth and Adrian gasped.

  Serpent worked his limp cock in the hope Ghost would grow excited. But it was useless. Only the fear could turn him on. Ghost's blade stroked Adrian's belly again.

  Maybe Adrian could hit Ghost hard enough to disarm him. The blade was damn close to his skin, and at a minimum, he had to take into account an accidental cut, but he was willing to risk it. He wasn't sure Serpent would help him, though. He was too scared and subdued.

  The cold blade rose on his chest.

  Adrian shivered. He shut his eyes as Ghost played with the tip of the blade around his nipple. There was no way out; the situation could only get worse. Adrian laced the fingers of his cuffed hands together, preparing to hit Ghost in the back of his head with all the possible force at his disposal. He took a deep breath and gathered his courage.

  But suddenly the door burst open.

  The man with eyes like ice marched in and stood beside the bed. He observed Adrian's almost naked body
, sliding his cold eyes from his bare chest to the point where his cock disappeared inside Serpent's mouth. Adrian's face went on fire. Finally, his cock filled abruptly and Serpent moaned with contentment.

  "What the hell do you want, I'm busy," Ghost said, still playing with Adrian's nipple.

  "You asked me to follow you and I will," the man said, staring at Adrian's eyes. "But I want him."

  Ghost gazed at the man. "The strong, charismatic, and indecisive Mendoza finally joins my cause?"

  "Yes," Mendoza said, still watching Adrian. "But I want him as my slave."

  Ghost's mouth opened up in a slow, slimy smile. "Take him."

  Serpent slipped Adrian's cock out from his mouth. "Right when it was beginning to get interesting," he mumbled. "Are you sure you can be gentle with him?"

  Mendoza ignored him. "The key for his handcuffs." He reached out.

  Ghost took something from his jeans pocket and handed it to Mendoza.

  Mendoza snatched the key and grabbed Adrian. Adrian sucked in his breath when the tall man took him roughly in his arms.

  "Remember you're bound to me, now, Mendoza," Ghost said. "You're in debt to me, you empty-hearted man!"

  But Mendoza exited the room.

  Chapter 8

  Adrian didn't know if his fate had improved much.

  Mendoza carried him into his room and dumped him against a wall. The man took Adrian's chin, pressing the back of his head to the wall, looking directly into his eyes. "First rule," he said. "Be nice to me and I'll be nice to you. Be an asshole and I'll be one. Is that clear?"

  Adrian nodded. Mendoza unlocked the handcuffs and tossed them on the floor. He tore apart what remained of Adrian's clothes, then grabbed his arm and dragged him to the bathroom. Mendoza pushed him roughly against the shower tiles and switched the water on. Adrian gasped at the contact with cold spray. Mendoza removed the bandage around Adrian's leg and he screamed when the icy water flowed into the wound. He curled up against the wall, feeling a strange compassion for himself, nostalgia for when his only stupid problem was being fired by the airline. He sobbed, leaning his head against the tiles, shaking uncontrollably.

  "Shit," Mendoza said, observing the wound.

  Indeed it looked pretty bad—like a burn, the size of the palm of a hand. The flesh had swollen all around and the water washed away streams of pus.

  Mendoza turned off the tap and threw Adrian a towel that smelled clean. Adrian stopped crying and stood, shivering, clenching the towel to his naked body. Without a word, Mendoza picked Adrian up, taking him into the room, tossing him abruptly onto the bed.

  The man snatched the towel. Adrian tried to prepare to be raped, and maybe without lube. Instead, Mendoza used the clean towel to dab his wound, examining it.

  Through the wet hair that fell over his eyes, Adrian observed Mendoza's face while he was absorbed in tending to his wound. Adrian found the man attractive. His sharp nose and high cheekbones gave an air of nobleness to his face, even though he seemed to be constantly frowning. The line of his jaw was sharp, making him seem cruel perhaps, but his lips were full and attractive. With the icy eyes, he looked extremely cold and selfish, although he touched Adrian's leg gently.

  Mendoza walked away to get something. Adrian rested his head on the pillow, trying to normalize his breathing, and calm the trembling of his body. His heart raced inside his chest. He feared Mendoza less than Ghost but feared him anyway.

  He lay motionless when Mendoza approached the bed holding a first aid kit. He took an antiseptic spray and spritzed it on Adrian's wound. Adrian gasped and bit his lip at the initial stinging, then a feeling of freshness and wellbeing eased the pain. Mendoza sprinkled some antibiotic powder on the lesion, then covered it with gauze and finally bandaged his leg tightly. Adrian sighed. Up to now the burn had been a constant torment, but now felt infinitely better.

  Mendoza finished and Adrian observed him again. His eyes were as cold as the water of a pond in winter. He seemed absolutely incapable of feeling. Still, something about Mendoza made Adrian's heart pound and his cock fill.

  Adrian jumped in surprise when Mendoza brushed his hair and looked him directly in the eyes. "Are you the captain of that jetliner?"

  Adrian didn't know exactly what to expect, but not that the man wanted to chat. "I was the first officer. A reserve."

  Mendoza glanced at him in silence.

  Then Adrian continued, "The captain has disappeared, so I had to land."

  "How old are you?"

  The question surprised him. "I'm thirty-two." Did he really care?

  "Have you ever had sex with a man?" Mendoza asked.

  This was really a strange question. If Mendoza wanted to rape him, what did he worry about, exactly?

  "Answer me," Mendoza ordered.

  Adrian swallowed. "Yes…"

  "How many men in your life?"

  "Three," Adrian admitted, quirking his eyebrow.

  "Three? Only three?" Mendoza frowned. "A nice, young jet pilot like you? Second rule—never lie to me. Is that clear?"

  Adrian nodded. Anyway, he didn't understand. Mendoza seemed to care for him and had treated his wound, but continued to be cold and aloof.

  "Good. How many men?"

  "Three. It's the truth, I'm not a slut," Adrian snapped.

  Mendoza grabbed his chin in a grip of steel. "Third rule—do not be arrogant with me."

  "Can I explain?" Adrian asked.

  "Yes," Mendoza agreed, letting go of him, an unsuspected flash of amusement in his cold eyes.

  "I'm not for casual relationships. I've only wished for one companion in life."

  Mendoza seemed strangely interested. "And you found one?"

  Adrian thought about Luke. "No."

  "Well," Mendoza said. "I suppose all of your men have always tried to please you. Now you'll be the one to please me. Is that clear?"

  Adrian didn't have any doubt. "Can we use some lube?"

  Another hint of amusement in Mendoza's eyes. "Yes. I said I'd be nice to you if you were nice to me, right? However, I don't intend to use a condom. Have you ever been tested for HIV?"

  "Yes," Adrian said. "I'm clean."

  "I am too. I was tested in prison."

  In prison? "That's nice, telling me that now."

  Mendoza stared at him coldly, then he grabbed his chin again.

  "I didn't mean to be arrogant!" Adrian exclaimed.

  "You don't fool me, Adrian. I know well enough that you aren't tame at all. But you will be."

  We'll see. Adrian remained silent.

  "Now open your legs."

  Adrian flushed slowly, but did it. Mendoza approached him, observing his body and Adrian closed his eyes, his face burning.

  Mendoza lay down on the bed next to him. "Open your eyes."

  Adrian opened his eyes.

  Mendoza propped his head on his elbow and watched Adrian closer. "Do I disgust you?"

  The man would know if Adrian had lied. "No."

  Mendoza smiled coldly. "I don't believe you, I'm one of the bad guys after all, but I'll take that. Now kiss me as though you like it."

  The request surprised Adrian; it wasn't difficult.

  Adrian leaned towards him and brushed Mendoza's lips with his, placing a hand on his face. Adrian allowed himself to appreciate Mendoza's mouth, parting his lips and slipping his tongue inside. He continued that way, stroking Mendoza's stubble, savoring his scent and his taste, at least until he was able to feel the man's perplexity and amazement. Adrian stopped, thinking he had done something wrong.

  Mendoza narrowed his cold eyes. "You're just a slut."

  Adrian startled. "You asked for this!"

  Mendoza didn't respond. Instead, he crushed his lips against Adrian's. Shivers of pleasure ran down Adrian's spine as the ice-cold man hugged him with unsuspected passion. His cock filled and ached and drops of liquid fell onto his thigh. Yeah, Mendoza was right. He was a slut.

  Mendoza broke away from him, and they stared at each
other, both stunned.

  Maybe you aren't so cold, Adrian thought.

  "You're definitely a slut. You were even enjoying Serpent's mouth."

  "Are you bothered by that?"

  Mendoza grinned. He took Adrian's hand and put it on his hard-on through his jeans. "Suck my cock."

  Adrian couldn't ask for anything better. He opened Mendoza's zipper and moved down. Wow, he thought, seeing the size of Mendoza's shaft. All of him was quite impressive. At the thought of having him in his mouth a shiver washed over him.

  He took Mendoza's cock in his hand, weighing it. Luke had always complained Adrian wasn't passionate enough during oral sex. Adrian didn't consider himself a fan of oral sex. But he couldn't wait to have Mendoza in his mouth.

  Mendoza moaned when Adrian's tongue touched him. Adrian sucked the head gently, appreciating its taste. Mendoza's cock was big, but not unbearably large, just the right size to fill Adrian's mouth full without choking.

  "Ah, you lied to me. I think you've had at least a hundred men," Mendoza said, placing a hand on the back of his neck.

  Adrian smiled inside. And you aren't so insensitive.

  He pulled off from Mendoza's cock then sucked just at the head. Then he slipped it towards the back of his throat again. He took Mendoza's balls in his hand, squeezing a little.

  "Shit," Mendoza said. "Stop that, you whore."

  "I thought you wanted me to be passionate," Adrian said catching his breath.

  Mendoza pushed him down on the mattress and searched for his mouth again. Adrian closed his eyes, and absolutely loved Mendoza's impatience. He allowed himself to forget everything—the end of the world, the landing, people who expected him to save them—and just enjoy the hungry and craving kiss.

  "I want to fuck you," Mendoza said against Adrian's lips. "Say you want my cock."

  "I want your cock."

  Adrian told the truth, but Mendoza looked askance at him. "Say it with more passion."