“Let's not get too hasty here, Draven. How are we going to settle this?” Ian was beginning to sweat. He knew I was just crazy enough to kill Russel. And he was right because I already did it. But I also knew he was evil enough to kill Bryce and not feel a thing.
“We settle this like we did back in school. No weapons. Just our fists,” I proposed.
Ian grinned the same way he used to back in school when a fight would break out. He loved the sound of bones crunching and the feeling of beating a kid within an inch of his life. I know because he told me. Ian tossed his gun to the side and I could hear Bryce breathe a sigh of relief. I lifted my boot off of Russel and dropped my AK to the ground.
Ian cracked his knuckles and raised his fists in a defensive stance. “Last time we got in a fight, I nearly killed you, Draven. What makes you think this time will be any different?”
I craned my neck to side until it cracked and jumped on my toes to loosen my body up. “Last time I let you win. Wouldn't be good to beat the boss now would it?”
“Fucking liar,” Ian growled, charging at me and throwing the first punch. He was fast. But not fast enough. I ducked under and sent my fist flying into his stomach. Ian doubled over and bull rushed my legs. I lost my balance and fell over, crashing backwards onto the ground.
“You son of a bitch! You betrayed me!” Ian climbed on top of me and battered my face with blows. Every hit brought me back to the schoolyard. Those bullies used me as a punching bag everyday. Ian saved me from them but I realized that all I did was trade one bully for another.
Time to take back my life.
I brought my knee up with all the force I could muster and knocked Ian off. My head felt dizzy and I had to use my knee to lift myself off the floor. Ian grinned as he stood up to meet me. He always loved a good fight.
“This ends here, Ian. I won't be your bulldog any longer.”
Ian laughed. “You think you've already won? I taught you everything you know, Draven. And I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.”
This time it was my turn to charge Ian. I gathered all the rage in my heart and channeled it into my fist. I swung hard and fast, aiming for Ian's head. His arm came up for a block and deflected my blow. Ian returned with an uppercut to my chin that sent my head rocking back. The dizziness became more apparent. I didn't know how many more blows I could take to the head.
“See how pathetic you've become, Draven. Fighting to the death all for some junkie.” Ian pointed right at Bryce. “He's done this to you. Can't you see? You've become soft.”
I looked behind to see Bryce on the floor all tied up. He shook his head slowly, tears filling him eyes. Bad idea for Ian to mention Bryce. I didn't want to admit to myself that it was all for him.
But it was.
My love for Bryce rejuvenated me. My head became clear and my fists lighter. I faked with my right hand and surprised Ian with a left hook to the jaw. Bones cracked as Ian's head swiveled side to side. His blank stare gazed up at me as he fell to the ground.
I didn't even wait for him to hit the floor before I went to Bryce. “Are you okay?” I asked, bending down and examining his bloody lip.
Bryce nodded. “I'm all right. Just get me the hell out of here.”
I went around Bryce to untie his but the ziptie was too strong. I needed my switchblade to cut it.
As I got up, Bryce screamed, “Look out!”
I turned around to Ian on the ground and in slow motion, watched as he pulled a small gun from his ankle holster. How could I have forgotten? He always kept a spare gun for situations like this. My blind love for Bryce had gotten me killed.
“I told you I still had a few tricks up my sleeve,” Ian sneered.
I closed my eyes and remembered my first time with Bryce—his soft naked flesh and my hard cock pounding in and out of him. At least I could die happy.
BANG!
Bryce
The smoking pistol in my hand was warm to the touch. This time pulling the trigger worked. Ian lay dead on the floor with a hole in his head, blood pooling around his body. Not bad for firing a gun for the first time in my life. I kept the gun pointed at him, my grip firm on the handle. I wouldn't let him hurt us ever again.
Draven opened his eyes and checked his body for bullet holes. He turned to me and realized what happened. He knelt down and pried the gun from my fingers. I wanted to shoot Ian a million more times. Make sure he'd never come back to life.
“You saved my life,” he said, gazing into my eyes.
“Only because the gun was loaded. You really need to keep that shotgun of yours loaded at all times. Could have saved us all a headache.”
Draven chuckled. “I'll take that into consideration.” He looked down at my wrists and saw that they were still bound together by the ziptie. “How the hell did you get your hands free?”
I pointed to the broken pipe. “I was trying to break it the entire time you guys were fighting. I guess seeing you about to be shot gave me that extra ounce of power.”
Draven walked over by Russel and picked up his switchblade. He returned to me and sawed the zipties until my hands were free. My wrists were red and raw from all the struggling. Draven held my wrists in his hands and looked over them. “I'm so sorry this happened. It was all my fault.”
Draven's head was down and tears rolled off his cheeks and fell into my hands. I raised his chin and looked into his eyes. “You saved my life, Draven...twice. If it wasn't for you, I'd probably be dead from an overdose in that godforsaken dungeon I called home. If it wasn't for you, Ian would have killed me.” I kissed Draven softly on the lips even though mine hurt. “You're my hero.”
Draven wiped the tears from his eyes and helped me to my feet. I walked over to Ian and kicked him right in the chest. His lifeless body slumped over. “Fuck you.”
But we still had one more thing to take care of. “What do we do about Russel?” I asked Draven. “We can't let him live, right?”
Draven laughed and kicked Russel over the same way I did to Ian. His head twisted in a way that wasn't humanly possible. There was no life left in his limbs. Russel was dead. He'd been dead the entire time and Draven fooled both Ian and me. “You killed him before you even entered the room? But what if Ian noticed?”
“It was a risk I had to take. I couldn't fight both of them at the same time. But if Ian knew Russel was dead, he'd most certainly kill you before I had a chance to do anything. My only option was to act like I held Russel's life in my hands. It was the only thing stopping Ian from killing you in front of me.”
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. It was the first time in hours that I actually breathed. “I'm just glad it's all over.”
“Not quite yet, Bryce. We can't let people find out what happened here. That means we need to dispose of the bodies.” Draven pointed at Ian and Russel. “There's also the guards outside that I had to take out.”
I imagined the amount of digging it would take to bury four bodies.“We have a long night ahead of us then.”
Draven stared down at the body of Ian and I knew exactly what he was thinking. Nobody should have to kill their best friend. “I'm sorry you had to kill him. I know how close you two were.”
Draven nodded and I noticed a line of blood running down from his scalp. “Are you hurt?”
Draven cocked his head to the side. “My face feels sore but other than that I feel fine.”
I pointed at his wound. “But you're bleeding from your head.”
Draven felt around and looked at the blood on his hands. “It's nothing. Don't worry about. Help me move these bodies.” Draven went to the shoulders of Ian and lifted. “You get the legs.”
“Stop for a second. Let me take a look at that wound first. We don't want a bunch of your dried blood all over these corpses for someone to find later.”
Draven thought about it for a moment and dropped Ian to the ground, agreeing with me.
I took his hand and led him into the bathroom off the living room. I fli
pped the switch and three out of the four bulbs above the mirror lit up. I pulled Draven's head forward and bathed his wound in the light. His short brown hair was matted with blood. “It looks like you have a nasty gash in your head. But it's not too deep. You shouldn't need stitches.”
“Motherfucking Ian. It's those damn gold rings of his. I'm surprised my face isn't cut up more. I've seen guys lose an eye from those.”
I didn't even want to picture what losing an eye would look like in real life. I'd already seen enough death and destruction today. “Let me see if I can find a first-aid kit.”
“There's one underneath the bathroom sink. We've had to stitch each other up here many times before.”
I looked under the sink and found a big white bag with a red cross on it. Inside was everything a doctor would need to do brain surgery. I wasn't that experienced so some gauze and antiseptic would have to do.
“Okay now, lean your head back,” I asked nicely. Draven did as he was told and I carefully poured the antiseptic into his cut.
Draven started squirming in his chair and biting his bottom lip. “Easy, man. That shit stings.”
“Stop being a baby. You've been hurt so many times I'm surprised you even feel pain anymore.”
Draven laughed and let me finish bandaging his head. He stared up at me with a longing desire. “I won't let anything bad happen to you.”
I stopped for a moment and looked into his eyes. “I know.” he made me feel so safe. Even in the worst, I knew everything would turn out all right if Draven was around.
Draven ran his fingers through my tangled hair. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
I blushed and slapped him on the shoulder. “You're just saying that because of the blood loss to your head.”
Draven stood up and held me close. “No I'm serious. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.” Draven wrapped his arms around me. “I don't ever want to let go.”
I looked up at him, my mouth inches away from his. I could feel his hot breath against me. “Never let go.”
Draven pressed his lips against mine, holding me firmly. My body felt like goo in his hands as I melted away. My heartbeat raced in my chest. I never wanted him more than now.
Chapter Nine
Draven
The nightmare was over—well almost. We still had the dirty business of burying the bodies. I thought I had escaped the fight with Ian without a scratch but the bleeding wounds from my head told me otherwise.
Bryce bandaged my head like a doctor and all I could think about was getting him undressed and fucking him until the sun came up. There was so much adrenaline coursing through my body that it needed an outlet—and that outlet was Bryce.
Having him so close to me, his scent infiltrating my senses. I had to have him. It was the only way to calm the raging hard-on trying to break out from my pants.
I grabbed him roughly and planted my lips on his. My tongue sneaked into his mouth, lightly dancing around. Bryce moaned against me and I wanted to make him do that all night.
He steadied his hands on my chest, feeling the hard muscles, and moving slowly south over my abs. “I want you all to myself,” he whispered.
I took a sharp breath in as Bryce felt my hard shaft over my blue jeans. “You have no idea how good you make me feel.”
“I know a way to make you feel even better,” he replied, licking his lips.
Bryce's fingers carefully unzipped my pants. The teasing was excruciating. It took every little bit of self-control to keep myself from whipping my cock out and shoving it down his tight little throat. Bryce peeled down my black boxer briefs until my large meat was revealed. He wrapped his fingers around my shaft, enveloping me. Every stroke sent pulses of pleasure through me.
The thought of bending Bryce over the kitchen sink and fucking that nice ass of hiss was a tempting idea. But I needed more of him. I sucked on his neck as he stroked me, biting down on him when the ecstasy reached its peak. “I need to taste you. All of you.”
The bathroom wouldn't be sufficient for everything that I wanted to do to Bryce. His breathing was ragged as I led him into the living room and past the corpses. We were too focused on each other's eyes to even notice the dead bodies.
We came into the bedroom that I'd stay in when I was with the Murphys. The room was just how I remembered it: a queen-sized bed with white sheets and a flannel comforter, a wooden desk in the corner, and a view of the lake right from the bed. It was weird to think that the era of my life with them was over now. I'd spent most of my life with then and nothing would ever be the same.
But now all my energy could be focused on making Bryce orgasm as many times as I wanted.
I lifted his shirt over his head and stopped to admire his chest. “What are you waiting for?” he asked, leaning back on the bed. I quickly forced his pants off. My patience was running low. I needed to have Bryce soon before I exploded all over him.
“I want to feel your tongue tasting me,” Bryce said.
I tugged on his boxers, lifting Bryce's hips an inch of the bed until his underwear snapped and he fell back down. I'd need to buy him a lot more at the rate I was destroying them. I tossed the shredded boxers and Bryce was completely naked before me.
His figure was so perfect it was hard to imagine he wasn't a model before his junkie days. If only I could cover him head to toe with my seed.
I licked my lips. I'd never wanted someone so badly before. “You look good enough to eat.” I lifted my shirt over my head and threw it across the room. Now there was nothing getting in the way of what I desired.
“Come and get it,” he replied. Bryce flicked his cock at me, showing me right where he wanted me. I ran my fingers up his thighs, goosebumps forming all over his skin. “Don't tickle me,” he giggled, playfully slamming his foot on my chest.
I knocked his foot out of the way. Nothing would get in the way of my conquest. My fingers grazed against his pulsing shaft and Bryce moaned. I kissed his stomach, working over his pubic hair, and planting my lips on his tip. Bryce's body spasmed as my tongue licked off his pre-cum.
“You have no idea how good this feels,” he breathed, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. I grabbed a hold of both thighs and shoved him into my mouth. He tasted so sweet. I could suck his cock all day and never have enough.
Bryce suddenly quivered uncontrollably, vibrating the bed. Ropes of semen shot into my mouth, my throat accepting all of it.
Bryce shot his cum all over my face until I was soaked. I could barely hear him moan my name as he came.
“I can't take anymore, Draven. I need to fuck you now. Please...”
I came up for air and wiped my wet mouth. Bryce pushed me over until I lay next to him. He bent over, swaying his ass side to side, enticing me.
My cock was inches from his tight hole. My cock pulsed up and down, almost tapping on his door.
“Fuck, you feel so good against me,” I said.
This man was hot. Way too hot.
The temptation to come was becoming overpowering. “I need to be inside you, baby. Let me fuck you now before it's too late.”
“Can't handle it?” he replied, pressing his warm cheeks against me harder. I slipped his ass onto my cock until I filled up every inch of him. We both moaned as I drilled deeper and deeper. I wanted to slap that hot ass of his and slam into him so hard he'd scream my name.
Bryce's breathing quickened. “You feel so good inside me.” The pleasure was reaching its peak. I wouldn't be able to go much longer.
“Come for me, baby. I'm ready for you.”
Bryce's face strained and my hold on him tightened. Bryce screamed my name again, clenching his ass around my engorged cock. There wasn't anything else I could do. I found my release and detonated inside him.
Bryce quaked on me, his entire body shivering and shaking. I rode the waves of the orgasm as long as it would carry me, unloading my balls until every drop of seed was spent.
Bryce collapsed onto the bed,
my half-staff still inside. “That was beyond words,” he huffed and puffed.
“You can ride me anytime, baby. That felt so fucking good.” My flaccid penis fell out of him and Bryce rolled off next to me. We fell asleep in each other's arms, completely exhausted from the day's events.
Bryce
I awoke the next morning, my head on Draven's chest, his arms holding me. I felt safe and sound. Nothing could ever hurt me with him around. I couldn't help but stare at my Prince Charming.
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