Chapter 18
Grim
Grim walked into the club on soft legs. He’d already talked to Spike about the hit, so he was free to nurse the bruises on his ribs and roll into bed alongside Misha. The job took longer than he had expected. It got messy, and he ended up engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Three average goons couldn’t take him down so easily, and there was blood on Grim’s clothes to prove it, but the evening had been draining. With the knowledge that Misha was waiting for him back at the clubhouse, all the stakes were suddenly higher, an aftereffect of this budding relationship Grim hadn’t been taking into account.
It hit him when he had someone on top of him, a barrel swinging over his head and shooting into the ground as he pushed it away with all the strength he had. He didn’t like to hurt, he never wanted to die, but all of a sudden, there was someone who actually depended on his presence. It wouldn’t have been fair to Misha to offer him protection and then disappear, leaving him stranded. But that was the reality Grim needed to face now. Misha had no documents, they were in no way related, and if anything happened to Grim, Misha would suffer much more than emotional loss.
Grim was exhausted as he opened the door to the guest bedroom and stepped into the darkness that was dispersed only by the faint glow of a streetlight nearby. He shed his gloves, put down the gun he hadn’t used during the hit, and gave himself a moment to savor its cool touch as he watched the small figure curled up on the bed. His responsibility. For once, the dark force inside Grim battled with something else altogether .
Misha stirred on the bed and pushed the blanket off his shoulders, raising his head to look at Grim.
“You’re back. Are you okay?” he whispered as if he were afraid that one tone louder would break the night.
Grim swallowed hard, watching him through the netting over his eyes, and it didn’t feel right. This narrow, darkened view was how he saw his victims just before delivering the lethal strike. For once, he wasn’t sure what to say. He would be fine eventually, but confusion felt like a gash in what he was. He’d always lusted after men like Misha. He still lusted after Misha, but now that he knew the smell of his skin and the way Misha’s voice changed when he was happy, keeping him that way stopped being the means to an end somewhere along the way.
“I’ll live,” he said in the end, stepping closer to the bed.
“Come to me?” Misha said and crawled to the edge of the bed, slipping from underneath the blanket. His big brown eyes glistened in the faint light with intensity that carried a meaning Grim couldn’t decipher. It made his skin crawl, but he wasn’t sure if it was shivers of pleasure or anxiety trailing down his spine.
He pulled off his shoes and grabbed the underside of his mask as he stepped closer, eager to be back at Misha’s side.
“Don’t.” Misha reached for his arm. “I want you the way you are.”
Grim’s fingers stilled, and he looked at Misha for a few seconds, tasting the air that had the tang of electricity. Was this him though? There were so many facets to who Grim was, and he tended to keep them separated. The Grim he was on most days, charming, always with a smile for Misha, was not all that was to him. Yet Grim the killer wasn’t all of him either. The mask that represented the dark side of him was bound to the shadows. He was fragmented and uncertain if Misha even understood that much.
He stood by the bed. “You’re not asleep. Were you worried?”
Misha entwined their fingers, and the contrast between Grim’s hot skin and Misha’s cold hand was yet another trigger for Grim’s senses, calling out for him to curl up around Misha and make him warm.
“Of course, I was. I was worried that if something happened to you, the last thing you’d remember of me would be a sour face.”
Grim pulled Misha’s hands up and kissed each knuckle, briefly watching the stump where it was curled up in the sheet. “I’m back. I’ve always come back. ”
Misha exhaled, and the messy waves that hung around his face made him look even younger than he was. “Grim? When you look at me, do you see me? When we have sex, is it about me , or is it about my amputations?” Misha didn’t even blink, and Grim wasn’t sure where the dense atmosphere came from, but it was there, refusing to let him breathe.
He didn’t know what Misha wanted to achieve by asking that question. Especially that now they had been mentioned, Grim’s attention inevitably became more aware of Misha’s lovely, unique legs. “I think that I see more of you every day,” he said in the end. When he first met Misha, he didn’t care much about who he was as long as Misha’s disposition remained pleasant, but that wasn’t the case anymore. “Especially the annoying part of you,” he said with a smirk.
Misha gave him a playful punch in the hip. “I lied to you today.” He pulled on Grim’s hand, inviting him to bed.
Grim followed him like a wolf beckoned by a sheep’s bleating. “What? When?” All Misha had on was pajamas consisting of a tanktop and shorts, so Grim’s thoughts were beginning to scatter as soon as he sat on the warm mattress where Misha had been sleeping just moments ago.
“When I said I’ve never been in love.” Misha’s hold on Grim’s hand tightened, triggering an explosion of invading thoughts Grim wanted to push away.
“Gary?” he asked in the end.
Misha sat back, curling his stumps under his thighs. “No. I’m in love with you.”
Grim’s chest compressed, and he squeezed Misha’s hands, watching his handsome face in the dark. The declaration seemed to come out of nowhere, even if Misha was so comfortable around him lately. Grim didn’t believe anyone would ever say those words to him again, and yet there was nothing but sincerity in Misha’s eyes. He was overcome by a sense of painful déjà vu as he remembered that one moment in the tall grass with warm hands trailing along his jaw and soft lips whispering into his ear.
Grim swallowed hard, a bit lost in this new reality where an amputee offered him more than sexual gratification. “I’m no angel,” he said in the end. “There’s blood on my clothes right now, and there will be more of it in the future.”
Misha nodded, running his hands up Grim’s chest. “I know, but with the monsters still after me, I need a beast, not an angel.” He took a deep breath. “I love you , Logan. Not just the man who pampers me and brings me gifts, but all the messy bits too. ”
Grim couldn’t breathe. It’d been a while since anyone called him by that name, and yet, it gave Misha’s words a completely new meaning. If Misha knew who he was, and what he’d done, he wasn’t only talking about the shadow that was Grim.
“How do you know ...?”
Misha pulled closer and hugged Grim’s midsection, putting his cheek over Grim’s heart. “I’ve heard one of the guys here say your name. I connected the dots. You wear a pendant with the bird skull.”
Grim shuddered as pain shot through the newly formed bruises on his body. “I killed the last I had of him.”
“You killed the bird?” Misha only hugged him tighter, and his Russian accent was like a melody in itself. “Why?”
Grim slid his arms around Misha and pulled him close, enjoying the firm hug that seemed to hold him in one piece. “I couldn’t stand that it got to live when Coy didn’t. That’s the only piece of him that I have. Everything else is gone.”
“It wasn’t your fault.” Misha kissed Grim’s pec, and Grim couldn’t imagine anything more soothing.
“It was. I was selfish and left him alone with those junkie fuckups. I could have carried him to safety if I was there. He had no one but me to rely on.”
“Everyone does … bad things sometimes, things they regret.” Misha’s fingers trailed along Grim’s sides. “You couldn’t have predicted any of it.”
“You say that, but you’ve never done anything like this. You were a victim.”
Misha didn’t answer, but Grim could hear his breath speed up. His voice came just when Grim was about to speak again. “I did. I’ve done something really bad that I can’t take back.”
Grim stared at him, surprised. “You did?”
Misha curled his shoulders. “I complied with a lot of things I was asked to do, and that’s one thing, but a few months ago, I did something horrible.” Misha pulled away and sat down. His lips shivered until he pressed them tightly together. “Gary passed a message to me from Zero. That he wanted me to talk to this guy online. I was to pretend I wanted to meet up and make him go to a certain spot so Zero and his men could take him. I talked to him face to face through webcam so many times. I smiled and told him that he was such a cool guy, that I wanted to meet up and talk, even though I knew he’d most likely suffer a horrific death. Fuck.” Misha rubbed his eyes and wouldn’t look up. “I’m a coward and a horrible person. ”
Grim exhaled as shock curled around his muscles. “Why? Why did you do it?”
“Because otherwise Zero would come for me. So I pushed that boy under the bus out of selfishness, even though he was an innocent person and just wanted to meet me. I couldn’t bear seeing Zero again. I just couldn’t. And that guy could be getting tortured right now. Because of me.”
Grim’s mind exploded with a wave of hate he couldn’t contain. He punched the mattress, trying to calm down by slowing down his breathing. Zero. The fucker who tortured Misha. Who hacked his legs off and turned him into a bundle of anxiety. People like Zero, most of the time, got exactly what they wanted and advanced in the world. People with no conscience and no regrets. The true top predators that needed to be put down if they preyed on the weak.
He could only imagine Misha’s suffering at the hands of that maniac, fastened to some contraption, woken up every time he fainted—poked, prodded, and burned. Grim had seen too much fucked-up shit in his life to count, but this he couldn’t stand.
“Sometimes we can’t help the bad shit happening, even if we think we could have,” Misha whispered and looked up at Grim. “We only have what’s in front of us. I don’t see a monster in your mask. I only see my savior.”
Grim exhaled and pushed back Misha’s hair, petting his face as he kissed his forehead, the bridge of his nose, and his cheeks. As if any of this could ever erase the horror Misha had been through. He should have known something was off about Andrey. He never did live chats and only ever filmed inside his tiny room that didn’t get any daylight. Grim had only seen what he wanted to see, because he enjoyed Andrey too much to question the illusion.
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be. You made me feel alive again. You made me want to be alive.” Misha entwined their fingers once more, and this time his hands were so warm Grim couldn’t help but feel a bit of relief. At least he hadn’t failed at this .
“That won’t change. I’m here.”
Misha pulled Grim down to the mattress, slowly lying down without ever looking away from his eyes. “I want to feel you inside me,” he said into Grim’s lips.
Grim’s heart did a backflip, and a low groan left his mouth as he propped himself over Misha, fighting the urge to rub his crotch against one of the stumps that now rested next to his knees. It was such a direct request, one he didn’t often get. It was usually all about his dick and about how his partner wanted to feel it inside them. They never invited all of Grim.
He looked down, at the outline at the front of his pants and felt it grow, ready to fulfill Misha’s request. But when he glanced at Misha and thought of how small he was without his legs, how he had struggled with sucking Grim off, he wasn’t sure if Misha could take him. Like many others, Misha was excited, but there was no guarantee he wouldn’t end up begging Grim to stop. It almost felt as if Grim’s cock was a torture device, not an instrument of pleasure, and thinking about Misha shutting him down this way made Grim ache with worry.
“It’s really big,” he said in a hollow voice.
“I know,” Misha whispered back, and there was finally a small smile on his lips. “I’ve used big toys. Maybe not that big, but big enough. Um … you’ve probably seen that. I think with the right amount of time and lube, we’ll have fun.”
Grim sucked in his bottom lip as erotic pictures swarmed his mind. There was a particular video of Andrey he really liked. It involved a big black butt plug Andrey had mounted and even ridden, slowly sinking on it and letting it slip out of his stretched anus. He nodded and kissed Misha’s lips. “I ... want this too.”
“I was kind of hoping you’d say that.” Misha licked his lips. “I got myself ready when you were gone. I mean, just like … clean and all that. I miss penetration.”
Grim laughed in relief. At least it was a conscious decision on Misha’s part, not one spurred by the moment. “Oh ... wow ... I didn’t expect that, but if your body is ready, then so is mine,” he said and gently slid his hands up and down Misha’s thighs.
Misha’s face went slack. “Is that … not something your lovers usually do? Or say?”
Grim laughed and pinched Misha’s chin, pushing him flat against the mattress, both hands trapped over his head. “Still embarrassed about that moneyshot?”
“I’m sorry. I really didn’t know I should have asked,” Misha whined but didn’t show a hint of discomfort when Grim held him down.
“It’s fine,” said Grim and kissed the side of Misha’s face before trailing kisses underneath his jaw. He needed Misha as relaxed as possible. “No. They usually say that it’s the biggest they have taken or that I’m gonna turn them inside out.” He exhaled, savoring the tang of Misha’s sweat. “Or ask me to choke them as we fuck. ”
Misha watched Grim with his lips parted. “I just want to feel you all over. I want you to come inside me.”
Grim’s toes curled, and he shuddered, sliding his tongue over Misha’s lips as red-hot excitement soaked into his brain’s grey matter. “You don’t want my cock. You want me , don’t you?” he whispered, rocking his hips between Misha’s thighs, and gasped when his hardening cock ground against Misha’s.
Misha nodded and wrapped his arms around Grim’s neck. “No one will ever know me the way you do.” He arched up for a kiss as his body tuned in to Grim’s rhythm.
Grim pulled one of Misha’s thighs closer and briefly touched the stump, focused on those succulent lips. “No. No one will, my sweet birdie. Just like no one else will ever know who I really am. I told no one else.” He blinked, watching Misha’s face emerge from the shadow as it rolled to the side, toward the window. “No one knows who set fire to that second house. Just you.”
Misha closed his eyes as they kissed, and he ran his fingers over the leather at the back of Grim’s mask. “It’s like we’ve melted together already.”
Grim lifted the hem of Misha’s tank top and buried his face between his pecs, kissing the heated skin. Even touching him mostly through a layer of leather, the contact felt more real than with any hookup he could think of. “You want rubbers?”
“No. I’m bare with you.” Misha’s breath hitched, and then he laughed out loud. “Oh, fuck. I’ve just had this phantom heat sensation in my toes.”
Grim’s heart leapt. “Was it good?” he asked and tickled Misha’s calf as excitement soared in his veins. “You feel me touching them?”
“I don’t know. But it was good. Like putting your feet close to the radiator on a cold evening.” The muscle in one of the stumps twitched against Grim’s fingers.
Grim smiled and closed his front teeth over Misha’s nipple, pulling on the salty flesh. “I’m gonna eat your ass. You want that?”
Misha’s fingers tensed against Grim’s nape, and he ground his dick into Grim’s stomach. “Oh, yes, please … I’ve never had it done to me.” His voice was soft and pleading, just the way Grim liked it.
“No? I wanted to have a taste of it since the first time I saw it on the screen,” whispered Grim, tracing Misha’s nipple with his tongue and then with the web underneath. He exhaled and squeezed Misha’s cock through his shorts. It was as hard as his own. “I bet it’s so warm inside.”
“You did?” Misha whispered, stirring under Grim in the sweetest way and thrusting against Grim’s hand like an eager puppy. His skin tasted fresh, with the aroma of the shower gel he must have used, but arousal was evaporating off him already.
Grim smirked. “Yes. When it’s open after you use a toy, it’s so pink and juicy inside. And now I’ll finally have a taste myself,” he said and pulled on Misha’s top.
Misha lifted his arms to make it easier for Grim and wiggled out of the garment with a smile and flushed cheeks. “I did like the toys. I could do things at my own pace.”
It was like an alarm going off in Grim’s head. “Maybe we should get you some then,” he proposed and pulled off his tight long-sleeved shirt.
Misha reached up to Grim’s mask, opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Grim swallowed his words as the leather pulled on his lips and nose, peeled off by Misha’s fingers. Once the mask was off, he could sense the cool air on his sweaty skin, and he combed back his unruly hair. “Want you so bad ...”
“I know it might seem weird because of what I’ve been through, but I do like the sensation of a good, hard fuck.” Misha ran his palms up Grim’s stomach. All Grim needed to do now was to pull down his shorts, and he’d have Misha naked. “What spoiled it for me was usually the people I’ve been with.”
Grim covered Misha with his own body, gasping when their chests touched creating a vacuum of warmth. “Don’t think about them now. I’ll make it good. I’m gonna come so deep inside you,” he promised.
As soon as he pulled the shorts off Misha’s legs, the perfectly erect, darkened cock would be all his.
“Yes …” Misha hugged Grim tight and pulled him in for a kiss. “Ouch, your belt.”
Grim laughed and pulled Misha’s hand to his buckle, loving how those warm fingers felt against his hard dick. “You need to deal with that yourself, birdie. Unpack it.”
The undeniable lust in Misha’s eyes was a tickle to Grim’s ego. Misha didn’t waste time, unbuckling the belt and pulling it out before he unzipped Grim’s pants, easing the pressure around Grim’s stiff cock.
“Fuck, that’s good,” whimpered Grim and briefly rolled over to get rid of his remaining clothes. He was back on top of Misha within seconds, his heart light. “Give me those hands,” he said, grabbing the fallen belt and pushing himself back between the spread thighs that already felt more masculine with Misha’s body hair finally starting to grow back.
Misha gasped but reached out to Grim with an endless amount of trust in his eyes. Grim could swallow him whole, like the big bad wolf he was, and Misha wouldn’t even know what hit him.
“Good boy,” Grim said and looped the belt around Misha’s wrists, tightening it around them. If Misha felt like it, he could easily get his hands free, but it wasn’t about real captivity. Grim wanted to see yet another sign of his claim on the beautiful bird that would stay with him even if he left the door of its cage wide open. “Spread your legs,” he said, leaning down toward Misha’s dick, his eyes focused on the shadows beneath the scrotum, his nose already picking up the musky scent of Misha’s lust. He shuddered, imagining his cock buried below Misha’s sac, veiny and firm as it slowly pushed its way inside.
Misha’s eyes trailed all over Grim’s body, and Grim tensed his stomach to seem bigger, sexier, for the one pair of eyes he wanted following him forever. But the moment Misha parted his legs, Grim could only think of the young body that was opening up to him so willingly.
He couldn’t stop the low growl that came out of his throat, and he started massaging Misha’s legs in little circles, moving the touch all the way to the stumps and back. Misha’s thighs twitched when Grim leaned in, following the musky scent of arousal, and pulled a thick pillow closer.
Grim touched his nose and lips against the underside of Misha’s cock and lapped at his balls, nuzzling them before he moved lower, tracing the tip of his nose up and down the crack. Misha’s puckered hole squeezed slightly at the touch, and Grim couldn’t wait to tease it, imagining all that young muscle tightening around his cock, Misha’s innocent eyes swallowed by lust, and their lips sharing oxygen-less air.
He kissed one of Misha’s buttocks and then leaned up again, suckling on the loose skin around Misha’s balls while he lifted Misha’s hips just enough to push the pillow underneath Misha. He started tracing Misha’s buttocks with the featherlight touch of his fingers. When he opened his eyes, he could see all of Misha—the cock twitching where it lay on his stomach, Misha’s pleading eyes, and the hands that remained tightly fastened with the belt.
Arousal stabbed Grim’s stomach at full force when Misha moaned and spread his legs wider in invitation. He was the sweetest sexual treat Grim could imagine, but it also struck him just how connected to Misha he felt. How he couldn’t compare this to even the sexiest of hookups. There was a tenderness gripping at his throat whenever his eyes met Misha’s, and the sex, while dirty and carnal, would also make them melt together.
He pulled his finger over the entrance of Misha’s body and lapped at the tip of Misha’s cock, savoring the bitter precum as he already anticipated more. When he lowered his body, moving his face back to those round, succulent buttocks, he could hear Misha’s breath speeding up. He glanced up into the bright, hazy eyes and blew hot air all over Misha’s anus.
“Oh, fuck,” Misha hissed and rolled his head back to the pillow, his face out of Grim’s sight. When Grim traced the pucker with the tip of his tongue, Misha tightened his thighs, hugging Grim’s head. He smiled when Grim’s hair tickled the sensitive skin.
“Good?” asked Grim and gave a wet kiss to Misha’s inner thigh before spreading Misha’s buttocks. He looked up, and instead of going straight for the musky flesh, he traced his tongue over the smooth tissue where the buttocks sloped toward Misha’s hole.
“Very good. I like doing new things with you.” Misha arched his ass up, and despite taking his time to tease him, Grim couldn’t wait to see the head of his dick pushing inside. He would not miss the chance to watch Misha’s face when that happened.
His tongue made a little dip into the puckered hole, and when it squeezed in resistance, Grim lapped around it, groaning at the salty taste of skin. He would make Misha so frantic that the boy would beg him to push in.
But when Misha closed his legs over Grim’s shoulders, resting his stumps on Grim’s body, Grim was moaning and begging for more. For years, he’d longed for a reciprocated sexual relationship with an amputee, and now he finally had that with not one but two stumps rubbing against his skin.
Grim moaned wantonly and gave the pucker a wet, demanding kiss, arching against the smooth touch of Misha’s legs. He wanted them all over. He wanted them on his dick, but most of all, he wanted them around his face. His cock was so hard he needed to raise his hips off the bed not to come from all the combined sensations .
“More …” Misha pleaded, and Grim couldn’t wait to grant his wish. Every inch of his tongue yearned to push in and loosen Misha’s sphincter for what was to come later.
“Yeah? More of that?” he rasped, tracing the clenched hole with teasing licks of his tongue and holding Misha in place when he tried to buck his hips.
“Yes. Do it to me.” The movements of the stumps over Grim’s upper back were making Grim’s brain hazy with lust. Each one of his dark needs would be satisfied tonight.
Grim hummed and stabbed Misha’s anus with his tongue, massaging the meaty buttocks as he spat on the hole and swirled his tongue over the tiny folds of skin around the heat that was Misha’s hole. Pushing his tongue through the sphincter seemed to always elicit a reaction. Grim couldn’t wait to find out what that reaction would be once he replaced his lips with a cock.
At one point, Misha tensed his asscheeks, and Grim squeezed them harder, only to have one of the stumps slide over his nape. He was in heaven, and he wanted to give Misha the same, so after a few seconds of relentless teasing, he pushed his tongue in, deep this time, straight into the molten heat of that wonderfully tight hole. The ring of muscle would later throb all over his cock and pull him in, the same way Misha’s sweet words could tug on the heartstrings he thought he’d lost. He couldn’t wait to turn around and suckle his own sweat off one of the stumps sliding over his back.
Grabbing Misha’s hips hard, he moved his tongue in and out, drilling it inside and sliding it out occasionally to tease the entrance. Misha’s body was relaxing at a rapid pace, and all Grim could think of was that hole stretching wide to accommodate him.
Normally, he could play like this for hours, but if he was to finish inside of Misha, not all over the sheets, he needed to move fast. He slipped his tongue out, kissed Misha’s taint, balls, and his cock, and leaned over to the bedside table where he left lube earlier. “You’re so damn hot.”
“Tell me more,” Misha whispered between one gasp and another. Grim had much more he could say about Misha’s body. He’d watched it for years, drooling in front of the screen and hoping to at least get a response to his letters, when now he had Misha gasping, squirming, and willing to take his cock.
“You accept who I am,” said Grim, spilling lube into his hand and rocking his hips so that his dick would rub against Misha’s balls. Just this had him shivering.
Misha arched up and looked at him, red-faced. “Yes. I do … Fuck, it looks so good.” His gaze lowered to Grim’s cock, and with his hands tied together, for a split second, Grim imagined Misha without arms as well, helpless and ready to take whatever Grim chose to give him. Grim wouldn’t want this at all, not really. He wanted Misha smiling and happy, and while the fantasy made his cock twitch with excitement, he knew better than to share it with his traumatized lover.
“It’s coming,” said Grim and tickled Misha’s entrance with his lubed fingers.
“Push them in.” It sounded like an impatient complaint, and Misha arched his ass up, wiggling it against the digits. He let his stumps rest on Grim’s chest, purposefully trying to fuel Grim’s fire.
“You’re such a tease,” uttered Grim, but after a few more rubs, he pushed in two of his fingers, knowing Misha could take it now. The stump was a burning presence on his chest. One day, he would fuck Misha on the table, and he would kiss his stumps all over while drilling his dick inside that hot, shivering body.
All he got in reply was a moan, and Misha closed his eyes with his lips still open. He did look different from the porn vids he’d done with Gary. In the scenes, he was louder and had more of a dirty mouth, and when Grim thought back to it now, the reactions reminded him more of porn than real-life sex. Here, in the darkness, Misha was the picture of quiet ecstasy, and that was only for Grim to see.
“Yes? Good?” asked Grim, swirling his fingers inside as he leaned over Misha, kissing his bound hands, which were clasped together, as if Misha were praying to some unseen god.
“Yes. Take your time …” A smile bloomed on Misha’s lips, but he kept his eyes closed.
Grim smirked and scissored his fingers, touching Misha’s taint with his thumb. “I think you should jerk off.”
Misha gave him a half-lidded look and lowered his hands to his cock, pushing it in between. He was a very willing prisoner.
“Slowly. I don’t want you to come yet,” whispered Grim, fascinated by the way Misha’s foreskin uncovered and covered the cockhead every time Misha moved his palms. He pushed one more finger into Misha’s soft ass, making him thrust his hips up against the invading hand. It made Grim want to go deeper and deeper, into the secret places within Misha’s body that only he would get to experience .
“That’s ... hard.” Misha gasped and stroked himself slower, as Grim’s thoughts drifted to the vids in which Misha jerked himself off and fingered himself at the same time. They always seemed more personal than the ones where Andrey performed with his masked “boyfriend.”
He pushed his hand hard against Misha’s hole and watched for his reactions, breathless as he noticed a bead of fluid on the tip of Misha’s cock. He did it again and again, making sure he nudged the prostate gently, not to overwhelm Misha with sensations yet. But once he found that sweet spot, Misha’s moans became louder again, and Grim could sense his partner’s inner muscles twitch around his fingers despite being more relaxed than ever.
“Fuck! Oh fuck …” Misha whimpered, and his stump slid all the way down to Grim’s lap, settling against his cock. It was almost like being touched by a hot poker, but at the same time almost good enough to send jets of cum all over the leg. Grim took hold of Misha’s hands and pulled them off his cock, breathing hard as he looked into those big brown eyes.
Misha trailed the stump over Grim’s cock from base to head. It was heaven and hell combined.
Grim moaned and pressed on Misha’s prostate with a bit more force, making Misha squirm even more. He kissed Misha’s lips as he slowly added his pinky to the three fingers that were already inside. It didn’t go in as easily, but after a moment of pushing and twisting, his four fingers sank in almost to the knuckle.
Grim froze at a higher-pitched whimper, but Misha just kept moaning and wiggling, smelling deliciously of sweat and arousal. Grim added more lube for good measure and took his time swirling his fingers in the slippery hole. It didn’t seem like any pain was involved, and he smiled, kissing Misha’s cock before licking some of the wetness it spilled on Misha’s trembling stomach. “Tell me when,” he uttered, grabbing the base of his cock to calm down. The wait was maddening, and he hoped he wouldn’t come straightaway, like an overeager teenager.
“When …” It was barely audible as Misha’s chest heaved, and his lips trembled. Misha got to all fours once Grim pulled out his fingers. His pink hole twitched as he arched his ass, presenting Grim with the pert buttocks and his unique legs.
It was such a beautiful sight that Grim couldn’t resist and kissed Misha’s tailbone, rubbing one of his buttocks while pulling his slick hand over his own cock. “You’re ready? Will you look back at me? ”
Misha looked over his shoulder with some of the hair sticking to his face. “I know you’ll be gentle.”
Grim kissed Misha’s skin again and straightened his back, grabbing the lube. He dropped his thick cock between Misha’s buttocks and gasped, watching it move up and down the crack as he rocked his hips. He already knew Misha would feel so tight around it. “Yes, just look at me, sweet bird,” he asked, pouring the lube straight on his dick.
“I wouldn’t think of anything else. You’re better than porn. I love the way your stomach muscles move when you breathe hard. Your cock feels so good there already.” Misha’s stumps kept shifting and twitching, only making Grim’s arousal harder to contain.
He massaged the lube all over his dick and nudged the swollen opening with the head, pushing on it gently and watching Misha through the haze of arousal that curled around his balls. “Steady, baby.”
Misha’s body language invited him in. They were skin to skin, and his cum would stay in Misha’s tight body. Just getting to push his cockhead between Misha’s buttocks was making Grim hot all over. This boy was all his. Not a fuck buddy, not a hookup. Only his.
He pushed in, with more force this time, and Misha’s body opened up, sucking him into its endless warmth. Grim moaned and squeezed his hand on Misha’s back as he kept a firm hold on the base of his own cock. His mind was a mess of white noise, blocking anything that wasn’t the echo of their joined pulsing bodies.
When he glanced at Misha’s face, their eyes met, and there was so much need hiding behind Misha’s eyes that Grim never wanted to pull out of the throbbing heat. “It’s big but feels good,” Misha whispered breathlessly.
“Yes ... it is fucking amazing,” muttered Grim, pulling Misha’s hips toward him. Misha needed to be as open as possible once Grim pushed in deeper, slowly inching more of his cock into that well-stretched hole. Next time, they would do it in full light so he could see the flesh around him go a bit paler. For now, he’d settle on enjoying the view of his cock disappearing in Misha’s ass. So fucking hot. And Misha still had his hands trapped under him in the belt loop. If Grim wanted to, he could do anything to this boy. Pluck his feathers one by one. He would never do so, but he’d lie if he claimed he wasn’t enjoying the ultimate feeling of power it gave him .
Misha’s ass tensed around his cock, milking it already, and when Grim pulled back a bit, to ease the pressure, Misha’s hips followed him, as if begging for more.
Grim rasped his pleasure and petted Misha’s thigh, slowly working himself in, wary of any discomfort he might see on that handsome face. But as hard as it was to keep his hips from thrusting harder and giving Misha more than he could handle, slowly but surely, Grim’s cock was sinking into that tight hole that didn’t seem to have lost any of its appetite.
Misha panted and lifted his hips slightly, making Grim wonder whether Misha was looking for space to stroke himself. “It’s massive. God.” He groaned and hid his face in a pillow.
Grim laughed, and his heart fluttered as he gave Misha’s ass a playful slap. “Told you,” he said, drawing back, only to push in deeper, but in the end, he decided not to go farther that first time and grabbed the remaining part of his cock, rocking most of the length back and forth into Misha’s body. The flesh seemed to stretch over his every vein, so hot and soft around him.
“I know,” Misha mumbled from his pillow. “But seeing it, and feeling it? Two different things. You haven’t really done that much but slide it in, and it already feels like I’m really getting fucked.” He spread his legs wider in invitation, so Grim didn’t hesitate and moved back and forth at a faster pace, his free hand firmly planted on Misha’s hip.
Grim made a small circle with his hips, sending his cock in at another angle, and it only went wilder from there. Seeing no evidence of pain from Misha, he let himself go and fucked him a bit harder as the pliant flesh swallowed his dick without even a trace of protest. It stretched to accommodate him, and he almost felt as if he was being sucked on, pulled in deeper.
“Lay on top of me. Hold me close,” Misha moaned, stirring under Grim and sending trembles down his cock. His hair covered his face, but Grim was now certain Misha was pleasuring himself as they fucked.
Grim dropped forward, holding himself up with one hand, and let go of the base of his dick in favor of pushing one arm underneath Misha and holding him to his chest. The world was spiraling out of control as he thrust hard, and Misha cried out. Grim moved his hips back and kissed him, brushing the heated, sweaty skin of his lover’s back with his teeth. “I’m here, birdie. Not letting you go.”
“You feel so good. I’m gonna come so soon,” Misha whimpered, and when Grim kissed his ear, he could feel it burning up with heat. Now that he lay on top of Misha, he could feel all the little stirs of that lovely body, every wiggle of his ass and tensing of muscles.
He never got this far with Coy. Back then they were young and just fooling around. He’d wished for rougher sex later, but no other partner came even close to forging the kind of connection Grim had shared with his first love. Until now.
No one else was as vulnerable with him as Misha was, and no one else had the body of Grim’s dreams, with smooth, lickable stumps. Just the fact that Misha’s legs were shorter made the whole experience unique. Like when he put them on Grim’s chest in a way that wouldn’t work with a full-length limb. The way the stump slid over Grim’s dick, its touch different from any other body part. And now that a bond of trust had been forged, Misha surrendered to Grim so beautifully.
When Misha came, pushing his ass even harder on Grim’s dick, the throbbing inside of him was like an explosion of arousal. Grim cried out, pulling Misha against him and licked his shoulder blade, breathless as climax rippled through his body as well, turning him into a trembling mess. He curled over Misha, kissing his skin fervently until explosions of pleasure died down, leaving Grim with a lingering buzz that made him feel as if he couldn’t possibly be any happier.
“Misha?”
“Yes?” came after a few ragged breaths.
Grim toyed with the things he could say, but eventually settled on, “You want me to pull out now?”
Misha turned his head and looked at Grim, all flushed and heaving. “I just want to … be.”
“Okay,” whispered Grim and very slowly rolled on his side, keeping his dick inside Misha as he pulled him along. They were a sweaty mess, and he loved it.
Misha whimpered and put his stump over Grim’s knee. “Oh … This position feels different too.”
Grim smirked and reached to Misha’s front, pulling the belt off his hands and holding one of them gently. He hadn’t thought it possible, but the afterglow, with them spooned so tightly, could be even better than the sex itself. Misha pushed his back into Grim, murmuring something with a smile ghosting across his mouth.
“What was that?” asked Grim, enjoying how his cock softened inside Misha’s still-tight body .
“I just can’t remember the last time I felt this good.” Misha entwined their fingers.
A strange, tingling feeling spread over Grim, and he rested his head over Misha’s, drinking the warmth of his cheeks. “I’ll make you feel like that more often then.”
Misha pulled Grim’s hand to his lips and kissed his fingers. “You help me forget.”
Grim exhaled and slowly pulled his cock out of Misha’s body before cuddling up to him in earnest. It felt good to lie down together like this. So peaceful. “It’ll be all right. Promise.”
“I think I’m still getting used to not having to worry every single day.”
“Are you? You told me all your days were the same,” whispered Grim, breathing in the smell of Misha’s cum. He couldn’t imagine how narrow such a life would feel to him when he was used to cruising the open roads and finding new places to stay all the time.
“Every day, Gary could have changed his mind about me. Every day, I could have been sold off if he felt like it. No one would consult me about it, so one day, it could have just happened.”
Grim pulled on Misha’s shoulder and rolled him to his back so they could look at one another. “How was it? Living with him?” he asked, suddenly really wanting to know. Not because he needed even more reasons to hate the man, but because he wanted to understand Misha better.
“I got so used to him I stopped seeing him as the bad guy.” Misha reached out to stroke Grim’s cheeks. “There were days when I felt happy, just because he let me roam around his living room, or when he got me something stupidly insignificant. And sometimes I’d block everything out and like the sex. He wasn’t too rough.” Misha looked away from Grim’s eyes, still flushed and with disheveled hair, but with an unwelcome sadness to his gaze. “I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have liked it.”
Grim took a deep breath and pushed Misha’s face toward him again, completely focused despite the post-coital laziness that melted into his muscles. “Why? Don’t say that. You were there for what ... five years? I would have gone crazy. Maybe you didn’t because you did find some positive things to focus on?”
Misha nodded, his eyes getting slightly glossy. “I had to find things that would make me happy. And if I was good, he’d get me new books, movies, something nice to eat. I think I’m angry that I didn’t do more to spite him. But if he resented me, he could have given me back to Zero …”
“Would he do that? Didn’t he ... like you on some level?” asked Grim and pressed a slow kiss to Misha’s forehead. He was by no means a good man, but it sickened him to think that someone would treat his partner like this.
“I don’t know. I think he liked my stumps more than me. He was just happy to have access to them.”
Grim scowled. Misha accused him of the same thing at the beginning of their relationship. But was he like that? Would he still be interested in Misha if he had no stumps? He had no way of really knowing.
“I’m embarrassed I liked parts of him, but I had to latch on to something. It was easier not to think of him as a monster.” Misha let out a long sigh. “He’s gone now. Got what he deserved.”
Grim traced his fingers up and down Misha’s chest. “What about me? Is this also Stockholm Syndrome?” he asked, raising his gaze at Misha, with his stomach clenching as soon as their eyes met.
Misha’s face got stone cold serious. “No. I chose you. Not just because I’d have a hard time on my own. Being with you is something completely different. It’s like having a domesticated wolf. Sure, he can act out, because he’s a wolf, but he’s still yours and will protect you.” He got all flustered the moment Grim squinted at him. “Sorry, I don’t mean that you’re a dog …”
Grim snickered and kissed Misha on the mouth, rolling partially on top of him and pushing his leg between Misha’s thighs. “So you’re saying that you domesticated me? My boys would have a good laugh.”
Misha moved his hands to Grim’s nape. “Still a wolf.”
Grim looked at Misha with a tenderness taking hold of his throat. “And a wolf will always protect his bitch.”
Misha swallowed and pulled him down for a kiss. “I shouldn’t like hearing that, but I do.”
“You’re not just a bitch. You’re my bitch. There’s a difference,” said Grim, playing with Misha’s lips.
Misha opened his mouth in invitation and curled his legs around Grim’s thigh. And no matter how much of a pain in the ass Misha could be sometimes, he was the embodiment of everything Grim needed in a partner .
But something still lingered at the back of Grim’s mind, even if the kiss was a welcome distraction. He nuzzled Misha and cleared his throat. “That boy you told me about ... did they already take him?”
Misha froze, but there was nowhere he could go to avoid Grim’s eyes when he was under him. “I don’t know. It wasn’t that long ago, and then the whole raid happened … I want to believe he’s safe.”
Grim smiled and propped himself over Misha. If they did nothing, Misha would keep agonizing over this until the end of time, and that was the last thing Grim wanted. “Do you know how to contact him?”
“Kind of. But I really don’t want to go on the Internet. I bet they’re still hacked into his computer.” Misha went silent for a while. “I do know where he lives though.”
“Where?”
“In Betsville. I remember the exact address. I have … freakishly good memory. Sometimes I wish I didn’t, but I do.”
“Where is that? What state?” asked Grim, his mind going back to its normal function as soon as there was a job to be done.
“Northern Ohio. Why?”
Grim sat up and looked at the moon outside, a small smile spreading over his mouth. “We could get there within a day. We should do that.”
“Warn him. Make sure he’s okay … Apologize. I’d really like that. You’d do that for me?”
The look on Misha’s face and the trust Grim could see there, made his mood even lighter. “Hell yes. Can’t have you angsting for the rest of your life.”
“Thank you! It won’t be a long visit. In and out.”
“In and out? That sounds kinky,” said Grim, rolling back to lie next to Misha. He was sweaty, there was some cum on his thighs, and bruises on his ribs, and he didn’t care at all.