"I want to feel your cock in my ass," Adrian said. "Just your cock in the whole—"
Mendoza backed off. "Don't overdo it."
Adrian looked at him, silent, his cock aching, his hole pulsing for the need.
A sparkle of distrust shone in Mendoza's eyes. "I said I'd know when you're lying."
Then you don't understand a thing. It wasn't a lie.
Adrian chewed his lower lip, disappointed. He had begun to hope that even Mendoza had felt something special for him. Then, a thought struck Adrian. One of the greatest beliefs of his life—becoming a pilot—had turned out to be false. Therefore, also the certainty that Mendoza was his Prince Charming could be just an illusion.
Mendoza stood up, closing his zipper. He looked at Adrian with his icy eyes, his stare lingering on Adrian's hard cock.
"Where are you going?" Adrian asked.
"Wait for me on this bed. Do not move."
Mendoza left, locking the door.
Adrian sat up, his cock deflating. He wanted to cry.
Adrian ran his hands over his face, as doubts crossed him. Was it him who was wrong or Mendoza? In any case, Adrian couldn't remain in that place, dreaming and drooling for the man who held him, when Samantha and Thomas were waiting for him.
Adrian got off the bed and went to the window. Through the dusty glass, he saw only rubble and remains of the cement plant. It wouldn't be difficult sneak out.
At once, Adrian heard voices in the hallway and hastened back to the bed.
Mendoza opened the door. To his utter surprise, Serpent accompanied him.
"Shit," Serpent said, climbing onto the bed. "I can't believe you want me to fuck your beautiful slave, Mendoza."
"I want to watch," Mendoza said, inscrutable.
But really? Could Adrian actually be so wrong about Mendoza?
Well, no surprise. For a whole lifetime he had been wrong about everything. He felt just an idiot and immature and it was time for him to stop dreaming. Adrian fought against tears. He had to grow and give up the hope to achieve elusive goals once and for all.
Serpent touched his hair. "Are you okay, baby? Did he hurt you?"
Adrian swallowed the lump in his throat. "No. He didn't do anything," he said, staring at Mendoza with hatred.
"You can continue what you started earlier," Mendoza said, sitting at the end of the bed. "Apparently, both of you were enjoying it a lot."
Oh, Adrian could have killed him.
Serpent kissed Adrian's face, brushing his hair as Adrian stared at Mendoza. "Don't worry, I'm gentle."
"You can be a little rough," Mendoza said, returning Adrian's gaze. "It seems he likes that."
You're dead.
Serpent's mouth stroked his neck. Okay, Adrian thought. He could perform for him. He took Serpent's head in his hands and kissed him slowly and deliberately, but he couldn't repeat the trick he had used with Mendoza. He couldn't find it interesting.
"Oh, baby," Serpent said clenching his hand on Adrian's limp cock. Adrian couldn't help but jump.
"Enough," Mendoza said. He stood and ripped off Serpent from his bed, sending him flying onto the floor. "Go away," he said to Serpent, but still staring at Adrian.
"You're an asshole!" Serpent said.
"Just fuck off."
Serpent stood up. "You're not worthy of him, even if he wants you. He has always dreamed of someone like you, but you don't deserve this."
Adrian winced. How did Serpent know?
"Just fuck off, jailbird."
"You're a jailbird, too," Serpent said. "But now that the world has ended, we're all cleared. Everyone has a chance to start over, Mendoza."
"Go away, you little, fucking telepath. I don't need you reading my mind!"
Mendoza took a step forward and Serpent ran away.
"Can he really read minds?" Adrian asked.
"Sort of."
Mendoza looked at him. His stare alone filled Adrian's cock while Serpent hadn't been able to succeed even by touching him. That should mean something, right? Or was it only an illusion?
"You didn't enjoy him touching you," Mendoza stated.
Adrian remained silent. He wouldn't waste words Mendoza wouldn't believe anyway.
Mendoza sat on the bed and leaned towards him.
Adrian squeezed his eyes shut. He tried to hate Mendoza, and perhaps he succeeded, but he couldn't feel disgusted. He couldn't at all. Mendoza's breath fanned Adrian's cheek. He smelled of rain on the leaves and dew on the grass. Adrian couldn't stop himself from wanting Mendoza.
Mendoza's lips touched Adrian's, and he tried to resist, but lost the battle; a battle so great there was no point fighting it. So Adrian opened his mouth and squeezed Mendoza's body with all the love he had inside, all the love that engorged him, his eyes filling with tears and his heart split in two.
Mendoza broke away. "My god," he murmured.
At Mendoza's astonishment, a little sparkle of hope went through Adrian. He opened his eyes and searched for an answer in Mendoza's gaze. "So you feel something special too, right?"
Mendoza stood up, leaving him abruptly. "You don't know who I am."
Adrian remained silent.
Mendoza paced back and forth. "You know nothing about me; I've done things I'm not proud of."
"Well, we've all done…"
"You don't know what you're talking about!" Mendoza snapped.
Adrian clenched his legs to his chest and waited, silent.
"I was in prison. Believe me, you don't want to know why I was there. I'm terribly different from you. Nothing special can exist between us."
"But you sold your soul to Ghost for me. Why?"
Mendoza laughed—a sound so cold Adrian shivered.
"Because of your pretty face. Because I want to fuck you. What other reason do you think I have?"
"You didn't rape me," Adrian said softly.
"Not yet."
Mendoza gazed at Adrian, then jumped on him and pinned him on the mattress. Adrian did nothing to defend himself.
"I've seen you acting with courage," Mendoza said. "You're probably naive, but I didn't think you were also stupid enough not to recognize a criminal."
"Instead I am, and I always have been, a fool and a dreamer. And I can't give up hoping even when all is lost. I'm sorry."
Mendoza's icy eyes seemed to burn through Adrian. "You'll change your mind, Adrian. But in the meantime, I'll take advantage of you."
"I'll do it, too. I'll take advantage of you, too." Mendoza's grip had loosened and Adrian took the opportunity to unbalance him and roll him on his back, reversing their position. Mendoza could overpower him like nothing, but he remained still, a bit surprised. "And I'll keep thinking of you not as a stupid criminal, but as my Prince Charming. You can't avoid that."
Mendoza raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Prince Charming?"
"Exactly."
Adrian straddled him and Mendoza sucked in a breath. Adrian rolled up Mendoza's T-shirt, sliding his palms on his chest. "Yes. You're perfect in every respect, except for the fact that you're an asshole."
Adrian leaned down, brushing his mouth on Mendoza's lips. Mendoza had not shaved for a few days, and Adrian savored the roughness of his face and the scent of rain as he bit along the line of his chin. Mendoza touched Adrian's back. His hands slid down to his ass cheeks, the strong fingers sinking into his flesh, searching for the middle. Adrian squirmed. He had always hoped to feel overwhelming passion with his partners, but he had never succeeded.
Until now.
Adrian held his breath when Mendoza's finger rimmed his hole. Adrian searched urgently for Mendoza's mouth. He wanted the man. He wanted to savor him and drown in his scent; he wanted to take as much as possible before the illusion ended. When Mendoza's finger slipped inside Adrian's body, he squirmed again, moaning into Mendoza's mouth, like never before, with anyone.
With his free hand, Mendoza searched for his backpack frantically, without breaking the kiss. Adrian helped him reach the bag, and Men
doza took a bottle of lube from the pocket. He rolled Adrian over and pushed him down onto the mattress. Then he opened his jeans, freeing his hard, wet cock, and Adrian felt the need to take it in his mouth again. But he waited as Mendoza squeezed some lube into his hand.
Using a knee, Mendoza opened Adrian's legs and roughly slipped two fingers inside his hole. Adrian gasped.
Mendoza's fingers fucked him in a delightfully hectic and rude way. Adrian searched for the lube on the bed, and found the bottle still without its cap on. He squeezed some liquid into his hand and grabbed Mendoza's cock and began slicking it up.
Adrian savored the moment of anticipation. For the first time in his life, he didn't want something hypothetical and somewhat impossible. For the first time, he just wanted what was happening.
"What's your first name?" Adrian asked, his eyes locked in the burning ice of Mendoza's gaze.
"Paul," Mendoza muttered.
Mendoza slipped his fingers out and lowered between Adrian's legs, propping himself on his elbows.
"Answer my question, Paul. Do you feel something special for me?"
"I can feel only my desire."
"That's what I'm talking about," Adrian said. "I've never desired anyone so much in my whole life."
The tip of Mendoza's cock rimmed Adrian's slicked opening.
"You're hot, I have to admit it," Mendoza said. "I've probably never wanted someone so much either, but this doesn't mean we are promised."
Mendoza pushed the tip inside. Adrian bit his lower lip, arching his back to welcome him.
"You don't want me, but a stupid dream," Mendoza added, pushing further.
Adrian could only hold his breath, clinging to Mendoza's shoulders.
"And like all dreams, it won't last." Mendoza opened Adrian's legs wide and pushed deep inside.
Adrian groaned as Mendoza's big cock filled him.
Mendoza fucked him. Adrian squeezed his legs around Mendoza's waist and his arms around his shoulders. He couldn't help but moan and move his hips at every thrust.
"Ah, shit, don't scream, don't move," Mendoza said. "You're about to make me come."
Mendoza put a hand over Adrian's mouth, but Adrian couldn't help himself. Nobody in the whole world had been able to make him scream before.
"Oh, shit," Mendoza repeated, giving up. He surrendered. Closing his eyes, he came with a wild groan.
The vision of pleasure on Mendoza's face was the most erotic show Adrian had ever seen. A small, feral part of him continued to be stubbornly convinced that Mendoza was the man of his dreams. The awareness of finally having him, the spurt of liquid inside, Mendoza hitting Adrian's prostate, all pierced him, and he reached his peak. Adrian gasped. For the first time someone made him come without stroking him. Proof, if Adrian had needed any. Mendoza was the one able to make him come, so he was his Prince Charming. That was his last coherent thought before Adrian almost passed out. His vision blurred, the world faded.
Mendoza lay still above him, spent, his mouth against Adrian's ear.
"Shit, you're like a storm," the man said.
Adrian couldn't speak.
Mendoza propped on his elbow, brushing away Adrian's hair from his sweaty face. "Hey. Are you alive?"
"I'm not sure," Adrian said under his breath.
"Shit," Mendoza muttered.
He put a hand on Adrian's hip to prevent his cock from slipping out of Adrian's ass then took a bottle of mineral water from the bedside table.
"Drink."
Adrian blinked, surprised. "I'm okay."
Mendoza unscrewed the cap. "I said drink."
Adrian drank, more than anything else to make Mendoza happy. Then Mendoza took the bottle and put it back on the nightstand.
Mendoza studied him for a moment. Adrian still felt dazed.
Mendoza took an opened packet of dried pineapple from his backpack. "Eat," he said, handing it to him.
Adrian, amazed, took a piece of pineapple. Even with his attitude so cold, Mendoza had a strange way of caring for him.
"Maybe it still contains vitamins," Mendoza commented.
Adrian ate the fruit, amused, as Mendoza's half hard cock was still inside him. "Thanks. So it's possible for you to be gentle then."
Mendoza grinned. "I'm just pretending. I don't want to knock you out because I want to fuck you again."
"Technically, you haven't finished yet since you're still inside me."
Mendoza chuckled. His cock slipped out.
"Oh, damn," Adrian said disappointed.
"Eat, and give me time to recover," Mendoza said, sitting on the bed and searching for his clothes.
"Where are you going?"
"Night is falling. I'm going to check that all the doors and the cracks are well closed up. The rest of them out there will only get drunk." He dressed and slipped on his biker boots. "Take this," he said, tossing an assortment of chocolate bars and dried fruit onto the bed. "Eat something."
Adrian frowned. "Can I come with you?" He didn't have much of an appetite.
"No," Mendoza said, tugging his T-shirt on.
"Can I have some clothes?"
"No. You don't need clothes, you're my sex slave."
"I could help you," Adrian insisted. "I can't escape since night is about to fall."
Mendoza stopped dressing to watch him. "I said no. Don't think anything's changed because you gave me a mind-blowing orgasm. You're still my slave, and you're my property. I could handcuff you to this bed, but I won't if you behave yourself. Is that clear?"
Adrian held his gaze without a word.
Mendoza left and locked the door.
* * * *
In the hallway, Mendoza stopped and leaned against the wall. "Fuck."
His heart beat slowly and heavily in his chest. Nobody in the world had made him feel as vulnerable as Adrian just did, ever. And right now, the only thing Mendoza wanted was to be left alone.
Adrian had jumped into his life and had thrown the whole burden of his dreams on Mendoza's shoulders. But Mendoza wasn't the right person for this. He wasn't Adrian's Prince Charming.
Serpent said the end of the world had cleared all past wrongdoings, but Mendoza had done things that couldn't be forgiven. Maybe he just had to show Adrian his real dark side. It would be more honest for them.
Maybe I will. But first, I want to fuck him again.
Mendoza walked down the hallway and stormed into Ghost's room without knocking.
A man lay on the floor, unconscious, his face covered in blood. Mendoza stopped. Trying to make sure Ghost didn't torture and kill everyone he met was becoming difficult.
Ghost stood in front of a mirror and a basin, shaving, as if the man at his feet didn't exist.
"Hello, my follower," Ghost said without turning away from the mirror. "Did you have fun with your new slave?"
Mendoza ignored the question. "Who is this man?"
"I don't know; my men found him on the highway. I want them to check all the survivors. I want more people with me. But people of the right kind, not like this one."
Mendoza knelt beside the man and searched for his pulse. He found it.
"I need to form an army," Ghost continued. "Have you noticed how everything is more defined, more detailed, now? People split into good or evil. No middle ground. Not like before, when all were sailing in a sea of gray indefinite feelings. And from what I've seen so far, the bad ones outnumber the good ones."
Ghost turned and knelt before Mendoza in front of the unconscious man. "The future is ours, Mendoza. I want my dark empire."
Mendoza avoided Ghost's insane gaze.
The man on the floor had an acid-rain burn on his face and a dirty bandage on his arm to suggest a close encounter with a creature of the night. Ghost had hit him in the face with something hard, probably the butt of a rifle.
"He's an interesting example," Ghost said. "He's a good one. Serpent knows the distinction, and he says he is. The classic good guy. A doctor."
"A doctor
?"
"I questioned him a little bit too hard," Ghost admitted, raising his shoulders. "He said he was heading north. He talked to someone before the phones went dead. There's supposed to be a meeting at which all the survivors will gather."
Mendoza frowned.
Ghost touched Mendoza's shoulder, and the touch made him shiver. Around Ghost, a cold draft always lingered. "I don't give a damn about this meeting, but I want to send someone to check. Someone trusted. Do you have someone suitable in mind?"
Mendoza thought about it. "Send the guy called Black Rose."
"Isn't he a bit rebellious?" Ghost said, quirking his eyebrow.
"Maybe. But it'll be a great way to test his loyalty. And if he dies along the way, you can send someone else."
"Great," Ghost said, smiling. "Black Rose is too fond of Serpent. Serpent is mine."
Mendoza suggested Black Rose for the job for that very reason. Black Rose and Ghost's rivalry about Serpent was becoming dangerous.
"Maybe you could send Weasel out there to find a slave just for Black Rose," Mendoza suggested. "So he will forget about Serpent."
"Yes," Ghost approved, his grin widening. "All are far quieter with a slave to fuck, aren't they? Sure, it'll be hard to find someone like your blond-haired captain. According to what Serpent says, he's real special to you."
Mendoza froze. What did Ghost mean? Did he know Adrian had become Mendoza's weakness? Had Adrian really become his weak point, anyway?
Mendoza winced in surprise. Yes, he had a soft spot for Adrian. Mendoza didn't want anyone in the world to touch him. Ever.
"I get it and understand," Ghost said with false complicity. "The blond is fantastic. I tasted him a little before you took him away, but if I wish, I could take him back."
Ghost grinned.
Mendoza understood that he'd landed in deep shit. Ghost wanted to use Adrian to keep Mendoza on a leash—the juicy bone granted for a price. But Ghost could also take Adrian back.
Perhaps Ghost didn't know if anyone were to touch Adrian, Mendoza would turn from a docile little dog into a werewolf.
The notion surprised Mendoza, too.
"Do you want me to take this man to the basement?" Mendoza asked.
"Sure, sure," Ghost said, waving him away. "Move this pile of dirt out of my room."
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