Chapter Twenty-Five
Ash
Look, I wanted to hurt him originally, and I fucking wanted him right now, like I’d wanted him for fucking ever, but this? Was it still hot? I mean, I’m a Cross, so kinda, yeah, but I was also worried I was doing it wrong or something. It never looked like this in porn, did it?
“Cal, baby, talk to me. What’s going on?
You’re gonna kill my boner,” I whispered as I kissed his neck, and stroked my fingers through his hair.
I wasn’t kidding, if he kept this behaviour up, I’d totally lose my hard on, and I was finally where I’d wanted to be since I realised it was him. Always him. Only him.
“Filthy,” he whispered, sobbing harder, “I’m a filthy boy, devil’s child…” What the fuck?
“Cal? Hey, stop that.”
“Should be punished… filthy devil boy…” He was starting to freak me out, because he was whispering that over and over, and I don’t think he was even in the fucking room with me anymore.
The guttural way he whispered those words, hell, it didn’t even sound like his fucking voice.
What was going on? Had they done this to him?
I mean, it was pretty fucking obvious at this point, right?
“Cal… baby, shhh…” I had no idea what to say, or do, and I really wanted to ask someone for fucking help, because how the hell was I supposed to fix this? Fix him… could he even be fixed?
“Filthy, filthy,” Cal chanted, squirming beneath me, and fuck, that did things to me.
I knew it wasn’t meant to feel good, but that didn’t stop it feeling like he just fucking arched into me, to take my cock deeper.
Maybe what he needed was for me to show him how good it could be.
To overwrite his ingrained programming with reality. Me. I’m his reality, right?
Cal carried on murmuring to himself, calling himself all kinds of awful things, but he writhed again, and I groaned as it sent a ripple of pleasure up my spine. Fuck me. He was killing me with this shit.
I caught sight of my phone on the bedside table, and realised if I stretched enough I could reach it, and then I could get help. That was all I needed. Help.
My fingers were slick from the lube, and I almost flicked it onto the floor, but on the third slippery attempt, I caught hold of it and rested it on the bed beside me, as I selected the number and dialled, lifting it to my ear as Cal cursed out loud, and sobbed again.
“Filthy whore child. Disgusting abomination.”
Jesus Christ.
“Hey kiddo, how’s it going?” Thank god. My dad would know what to do.
“Dad, it’s getting weird. I need help.”
Dad Dory groaned and I heard him calling out to dad Gray, and I figured between them, they’d know what to do, right?
“Talk us through it. He killed her, right?”
“Yeah, forget that. Listen.” I held the phone closer to Cal, and let them hear him murmuring his freakishly unsettling words.
“Dirty devil child. Filthy boy. Must be… punished…”
When I lifted it back to my ear, I heard them muttering to each other.
“Well? What do I do?”
Dad Dory cleared his throat. “Uh… what’s exactly going on right now, kid?”
I suddenly wondered if this was a really bizarre thing to do. Was I really talking to my dads while I was inside the man I loved? Cal twitched again and I groaned as his ass squeezed my cock, which was still hard, and I guess that was probably weird, but so am I.
“Jesus. What’s going on there?”
“I’m in him, dad, what do you think? I’m… we were trying to fuck, and he made it weird.”
Dad Gray was laughing in my ear, but none of that was helping me, was it?
“How do I fix him, dammit? I can’t fuck a crying man… can I? That doesn’t seem right.”
Dad Dory hissed something I didn’t hear, and then dad Gray replied.
“Look, kid. Sometimes there are tears in bed, but as long as you’re enjoying yourself, does it matter?”
Dad Dory cursed at him, but I think I knew why.
“What about him enjoying it? Shouldn’t that be important too?”
They both fell silent, and speaking of silent, so was Cal now. Was he asleep? Did he fall asleep with my cock up him? I’d fuck him awake if he had!
“Cal?”
“Ash… who are you talking to?”
His head turned a little, and he tried to look at me. His breath still hitched now and then, but the despair seemed to have eased a little, like he’d somehow escaped wherever the fuck he’d gone when I eased my cock inside him.
“Are you back with me?”
Cal rubbed his face against the bedding, and groaned.
“Yeah… I think so. Are your dads here or something? I thought you were gonna fuck me?”
“See, kid? He wants you to give him a good reaming-”
“Gray! We’re going, son, ring us later.” The phone fell silent, and I knew they’d ended the call. I tossed the phone onto the bed, and leaned down to stroke Cal’s cheek.
“You okay, baby? You were like, speaking in tongues or some shit.”
Cal groaned and reached up to blindly flip me off, which was adorable, because he was the one who made this whole thing weird, but somehow I was the asshole?
I pressed tight against Cal and wiggled a little, and a ragged gasp left his sweet lips, as his fists clenched on the bedding. Could I make him scream my name, instead of some false deity, or the weird shit he was gasping out before? I was about to fucking try.
Cal
Ash started to move at last, and I felt him dribbling more of that cool lube over his dick and my ass, before he started fucking me properly, and everything else left my mind, as I focused on how it felt to take him inside me, over and over.
After years of fighting the urges I’d had, to experience this, especially with Ash, was incredibly freeing.
To actually feel it. To actually be the one being fucked like this.
He wasn’t going slow, or being gentle anymore, and this was what I needed.
The unexpected kindness he’d shown me had been fine, but his usual brand of brutality and twistedness was what I needed right now.
“More,” I gasped out, fisting the covers again as he twisted his fingers into my hair, pressing my face against the bed as he slammed harder into me.
It hurt, but it hurt in the best way possible.
Pleasure tinged every harsh thrust, and wrapped around each twinge of pain, like twisted DNA strands weaving together to create the perfect connection. Us.
“I’m close,” Ash gasped, and tucked his arms beneath me, rolling us so that I was on my back, riding him with my ass, as he kept thrusting up into me.
Without a word from him, I knew why he’d rolled, and I wrapped a hand around my cock, stroking it firmly as even more intense pleasure seemed to surge into me from everywhere all at once.
I threw my head back as it rocketed through me, like a burning fire of agonising bliss, like radiance, a blessing, but not from God.
From Ash. He gave this to me. He gifted me this pleasure, and I didn’t even register his curse as my head connected with something solid, and he tightened his savage grip on my hips as he slammed deep, and pulsed inside me, as warmth flooded my ass, and I knew he’d followed me into a heaven I never knew was real.
It was only after we grudgingly separated, and I slumped onto the bed beside him, that I realised why he’d cursed out, and what my head had cracked into so sharply. His nose. His face was covered with blood, which still poured from his nose, and he didn’t seem to care.
“Shit! I did that. I hurt you, Ash. I’m… we need to get ice, and-”
“Shut up, you daft bastard, I don’t care. I can’t feel it. It’s cool.”
Can’t feel it? He should be able to feel it, right? It should be agonisingly painful. I’d been hit in my nose, and I knew how much it hurt.
“Cal, just chill, come here, and let me hold you. We just fucking did it, and I want to hold you.”
I let him draw me close, and grimaced. “I’ll get all bloody, Ash.”
“Just fucking deal with it. It’s not the only fluid of mine you’ll end up wearing.”
And there went any romantic feelings I was having. It was Ash, after all. There was no sweetness or romance. It was all about sex for him. All about having what he wanted, even if he had to do nefarious things to get there.
The thing is though, without those nefarious things, we’d still be apart, desperate for each other, while I was trapped in the hell of my indoctrinated mind.
He’d freed me. He’d rescued me from the self-imposed hell I’d been trapped in, because of my parents, their faith.
Not my faith. Theirs. Nobody asked me if I wanted to live by the perceived constraints of a religious lifestyle.
Nobody fucking asked me anything. Even Ash didn’t really, but at least he was giving me what I wanted, even if we had to contend with my insanity trying to destroy it.
“Ash?”
He groaned. “You’re a chatty fucker after sex, huh? Pillow talk time? I’m tired. I did all the work, remember?”
I slapped his chest and he laughed softly. “Getting me horny again, baby, remember I enjoy pain. It’s why I don’t care that you broke my nose. The pain helped me get off.”
I sat up again. “I broke it?”
He grinned, looking savage covered in blood, his eyes practically glowing as he gazed back at me. How could dark eyes look so bright and alive?
“Ash, we need to get it looked at. Come on.”
He dragged me back down, fisting his hand in my hair to keep me still.
“Just. Fucking. Chill.”