Chapter 22
Misha
Misha watched the pedophile’s living room from his safe spot in the car across the street. Tonight, everything would go as planned—even if the thought of having to torture and murder the man turned Misha’s stomach. Grim had been restless since yesterday, probably upset about his own reactions to their target’s disability, and it made Misha realize that enough was enough. Grim couldn’t shoulder the weight of the world for him. It was Misha who had enticed Dennis, and it was Misha who got Zero back over their heads. He was also the one to burn that flash drive out of cowardice and slap Grim when all he’d been told was the truth. Amputee. Victim. Those words would not define him for the rest of his life, and he needed to show Grim he could be so much more. That he could take action.
His breath caught in his throat when Grim’s dark figure loomed in the dim hallway at the back of their target’s living room. Tall and agile, he clung to the wall as he neared Tomas, whom Misha couldn’t see from where he was. His mouth was dry with stress. What had he gotten himself into? Grim had been so upset about having to kill a disabled guy that it seemed logical for Misha to propose doing it himself, but now that he slept on it, the perspective of ending someone’s life was curling around his chest and squeezing the air out of him. He would do it though. He needed to stop depending on Grim all the time.
The moment Grim stepped into the light, something moved, and he fell down like a log, stunning Misha out of breath.
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Was there another person inside? Misha heard no gunshots, so what could have hit Grim so hard? This couldn’t be happening. Misha looked to the backseat and the wheelchair stored in there. There was no time to get it out.
He opened the car door and put the gun he received from Grim into the front pocket of his hoodie. He cringed at the asphalt road in front of him but quickly slid down from the cab. He might be incapable of running, but with a gun in hand, he could at least hold someone at gunpoint or even shoot them in the worst-case scenario. But if he wanted to help Grim out, he needed to get to him in the first place.
The asphalt was rough against Misha’s bare skin, but he knew there was no choice and rushed on all fours, banging his knees against the hard surface with each movement. His body was yelling at him with the thought that he could simply get to his feet, that his feet were there to support him, but it was just a phantom feeling, and he gritted his teeth in fear. He could practically hear the clock ticking as it counted seconds that remained of Grim’s life.
Blood rushed into his head, and the unkept front yard of Tomas’s house couldn’t get closer quick enough. When Misha looked into the window in the hope of seeing the familiar face, all he noticed was the light that suddenly went out. His brain flooded with images of Grim shot, strangled, or stabbed, bleeding out on the floor of that Goddamn house, and he couldn’t care less about scraping his knees over a fucking gravel path. How could he have even suggested for Grim to be doing this on his behalf? Had they really reached the point of no return? Maybe Misha needed to disappear, make contact with Zero, and give himself up, before he managed to ruin Grim’s life.
He was almost at the door, and if Tomas were to escape, he would have to come out through here, as the back door was too small for a wheelchair. Unless he was still in the living room stabbing Grim time after time to make sure he was dead. A panicked sob left Misha’s throat, but he fought through the shivering in his limbs and pushed on, ignoring the gravel tearing into his skin.
He climbed up the wooden ramp at the side of the stairs to the porch and reached for the handle when a male voice tore into his brain from behind the door. It wasn’t Grim’s, but the sound was getting closer with each word that Misha had trouble comprehending with the buzz of stress at the forefront of his brain.
He backed off and pulled out his gun, quickly taking off the safety. If this fucker hurt Grim, he’d die now . Not on a fucking video for sadistic perverts .
The door banged against the outer wall as it opened, and the black wheelchair rolled toward the ramp, but the moment Tomas’s bright eyes focused on the barrel of Misha’s gun, his face went tense, his body slumping, as if all hope drained from his body.
“Why are you doing this? I don’t have anything you might want. I’ve been through so much, let me go!”
When Misha looked into the middle-aged man’s glossy eyes and saw his panicked red face, his desire to kill Tomas for hurting Grim faltered, but his grip on the gun didn’t. Misha had met men with pleasant faces before. Men who looked a lot like the nice uncle who frequently visited Misha’s home when he was a kid. But somehow, those men were nothing like his uncle and had no mercy in pushing Misha face down and raping him.
“Stay put and shut up, or I will shoot you,” he said, surprising himself by how steady his voice was.
Tomas shuddered, squeezing his hands on the wheels, as if there was still hope for him.
The moan coming from inside the house had Misha longing to crawl inside and look for Grim right away, but when Grim spoke up, it became clear he wasn’t dead yet.
“Fucking hell. Get that fucker inside!”
“You heard him. Inside.” Misha pointed at the corridor with his head, never taking the barrel off his target. He didn’t care if Tomas cried. Tomas deserved to suffer for all he’d done to the kids who became his victims.
Tomas squeezed his mouth shut and started backtracking, followed by Misha, who crawled slowly but made sure never to leave Tomas out of sight. He kicked the door shut, and they finally entered the living room, where Grim rushed to Tomas’s side and stuck the needle of a small syringe into his neck. Their victim's body went limp immediately, his eyes rolling back.
Misha let out a long sigh and put the safety on the gun before sagging to the floor. It was as if the energy fueling his body leaked out through a giant hole. “Are you all right?”
Grim moved his hand over his stomach. Something was stuck to the front of his shirt. “Fucker had a stun gun,” he said, wincing.
Misha moved closer on all fours, instantly alert. “Are you in pain? Do you need to go to a hospital? ”
Grim scowled. “No, but there are fucking hooks in my skin.” He looked up, and for once, tension seemed to leave his body. “Help?”
“What? Show me.” Misha got close with a frown. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how these work. I was so scared when I saw you down.”
“That fucker was waiting for me. He must have noticed there was something fishy going on yesterday,” muttered Grim, slowly uncovering his stomach where two wires stuck out of his flesh. “At least he didn’t get me in the dick.”
Misha snorted, overcome with so much relief that he couldn’t stop laughing once he started. “Your dick is so big it’s hard to miss.” He looked at the nasty little hooks from up close and started gently pulling them out by changing the angle several times. Grim’s abs moved beneath his touch, and they were both relieved once he was done.
“Thanks,” said Grim and rolled the wires, pushing them along with the gun itself into an empty bag of crisps that he took from the sofa. “Can you cuff him?” he asked, quickly getting to his feet and out of the living room.
Misha nodded and ignored the pain in his knees when he moved back to Tomas and pulled the man’s arms behind his back.
He could hear some splashing, but the moment he was done with the handcuffs, Grim returned with the front of his black top clinging to his body. “Can’t believe he got me like that.”
“I’m sorry. This was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have dragged you into this.”
Grim glanced at him, and a brief smile ghosted across his lips. “Let’s go and deal with this,” he said and pushed the wheelchair back into the corridor.
Misha followed Grim in silence, set on not complaining about his knees. There were much worse things to come tonight.
Misha’s knees stung, and there were even smudges of torn skin that he could see in the semi-darkness as Grim drove through disused grounds covered by weeds and grass with occasional patches of trees on the horizon. The solid shape of the abandoned paper factory loomed in front of them, much darker than the city-lit sky. They had a man in the trunk, and Misha would be the one to end his life. Somehow, after the attack on Grim, this perspective seemed mildly less horrible.
Grim was silent for most of the drive, watching the ill-kept asphalt with holes emerging from the darkness and into the reach of their headlights. Despite the weird moment of humor back at the house, Misha’s nerves were like electricity wires, ready to spark if the wrong thing touched them. Grim had shown him the knives Misha could use during the filming, but that didn’t make him any less uncomfortable. He longed for the peace they shared at Grim’s home in the forest, for being together with Grim without the constant pressure and fear.
When they reached the open gate of the factory, Grim drove past the fence and stopped the car by the largest building on the grounds, where the production must had taken place. The moment the engine stilled, Grim leaned back in the seat and took a few deep breaths. “All right. We’re here. There’s no other vehicles.”
“And it’s a safe, secluded space, right?” Misha opened the door to have a better look.
Apart from the large hall, there was an old house that must have been built at the turn of the century and a block-like building that could have contained office spaces and common areas where the workers might have had their lunches. Right now though, it all seemed desolate. It even smelled of rot.
“Should be,” said Grim and left the car, walking around it to approach from Misha’s side.
“How long will he be out?” Misha pointed to the trunk of their car. This whole thing was surreal. How did he get here?
Grim opened the door and reached inside to pick up Misha. “We still have some time. Those tranquilizers can put a horse to sleep,” he said, pulling Misha into the air and into the safety of Grim’s embrace. Misha was quick to wrap his arms around Grim’s neck and breathed in the scent of his cologne, which at this point was like a calming potion for Misha’s agitated senses. Just a few whiffs and the heat of his lover’s body were enough to make him feel so much better.
“I do care about getting to Zero. I do want him dead,” he confessed with a heavy heart. “I just wish that didn’t entail putting you in danger.”
Grim looked at Misha, his eyes catching the moonlight as they became completely focused. “I’m in danger all the time, birdie,” he said and used his free hand to open the door to the back seat .
“But this is different. This is because of me. What are you doing?” he asked when Grim put him down on the backseat instead of reaching for the wheelchair, but Grim’s frown told him to stay still. A second later, Grim’s warm, rough fingers traced the abrasions on Misha’s knee.
“I’m so sorry. I should have noticed earlier, but I was too distracted.”
Misha looked down to the shallow wounds in surprise and glanced at his roughened palms as well. “It’s nothing. You got it much worse.”
“I should have thought about it,” insisted Grim and crouched in front of Misha, pressing his lips to Misha’s knee, his fingers skimming up the stump.
Misha went still and clenched his thighs. After all that Grim went through because of him, he was still there to care for him. “I’m scared,” he whispered, watching another tender kiss land on his dirty knee.
Grim looked up at him and sought Misha’s hand in the darkness. “Of what?”
Misha grabbed Grim’s hard and squeezed it, already nervous and sweating. “That this night will change me.”
Grim looked up at him and slowly rose, leaning inside the car as he nuzzled Misha’s face. “It probably will.”
Misha swallowed, put his hands on Grim’s cheeks, and pulled him into a kiss he so desperately needed. “But you will be with me.”
Grim’s breath trembled as he pressed his lips against Misha’s. “Every step of the way, my sweet bird.”
Even the pain in Misha’s hands was dulled when they kissed. When Grim’s tongue explored Misha’s, pain in the past and present started becoming a blur, because all that mattered was being in the moment with his Logan.
Grim pushed him back on the seat and climbed inside, spreading his strong body on top of Misha’s. His tongue rolled into Misha’s mouth, robbing him of breath as their hips collided, sending sparks of pleasure all over their bodies.
“Missed you so bad,” rasped Grim, brushing his thumb over Misha’s lips.
Misha couldn’t have put it into words any better. He’d been so stressed, so exhausted from traveling, from being found by Zero, and even from the stupid arguments he’d been having with Grim in the last few days. Every day had felt like drifting away from Grim, and he needed to reconnect as badly as he needed sleep after all this was over .
“I can’t do this without you.” Misha curled his legs over Grim’s hips, desperate to hold him close. When Grim’s firm body settled between him and the world, everything seemed brighter.
Grim ground his hips between Misha’s thighs, pushing his hands underneath Misha’s back and holding him close as they kissed. Grim was always so warm, as if his body produced two times more heat than Misha’s, and it was yet another thing that set Misha’s skin ablaze, even with their clothes still on.
“I know, but it’s gonna be all right. We’re immortal,” whispered Grim.
And with Grim on top of him, it was exactly how Misha felt. Nothing could reach for him, and even the hooks Zero kept pushing into him were nonexistent, if for just a moment. He ached for Grim so badly as if the last time they’d had sex was in a different dimension, and another opportunity might never come.
Grim bit into the flesh of Misha’s cheek, then the edge of his jaw, and his neck. His appetite seemed insatiable, and none of them cared about the man locked in the trunk. The sound of a zipper opening had Misha looking down, but with Grim’s shoulder blocking the view, there wasn’t much for him to see. Grim took hold of his hand and pulled it lower until Misha’s fingers brushed against velvety soft skin.
Misha sucked in his bottom lip as he curled his fingers over the thick girth of Grim’s cock. Already stiff as a steel bar, it made Misha remember every single time they’d had sex. From the mutual masturbation to the blowjobs to the fucking that left him aware of Grim’s size for days. He wouldn’t dare to mention it to Grim, but even that first time they were together, the night Grim saved him, wasn’t a regret. The lines of their relationship had been blurry back then, and Misha didn’t care to try to squint to see them better.
He arched up, greedy for another kiss, as he stroked Grim’s dick, lost in the moment and wanting to open his pants as well.
Grim hummed into his mouth and bucked his hips, pushing his dry cock through Misha’s fist. He moved his strong fingers to Misha’s face and hair, stroking and tickling him everywhere he could reach as they shared breathless, trembling kisses, completely isolated from the realities of the outside world.
Misha needed to see more of Grim, to feel more of him, to have his weight on top, and not be able to breathe anymore. Fucking was out of the question since it required too much prep, and they didn’t have time for that nor did Misha want to wait. He needed Grim now. Needed to gorge on him until neither of them could move.
Just when Misha got desperate enough to voice his plea, Grim’s mouth spread into a smile, and his white teeth gleamed in the moonlight. “Flip over, birdie.”
Misha gave Grim a quick kiss. “I’m not sure … I mean, you know, it’s a bit big,” he said but was already turning over under Grim. His whole body was hot, his cheeks burned, and his dick throbbed. This was exactly what he craved.
His mouth fell open when he felt Grim’s nose at the small of his back, and then the waistband of his shorts stretched over his hips when Grim pulled on them with his teeth, while both his hands were on Misha’s upper back, kneading the muscle. “I’m not after your ass now.”
“No?” Misha pushed himself up on his elbows and glanced over his shoulder, uncaring about the hair getting into his face. “I need you.”
Grim smiled and lapped at the side of Misha’s buttock, which was now uncovered after both the shorts and underwear had been pulled below his ass. “I need you too. I’ve been waiting for this for days now. Just wanna be close to you.”
“I’m sorry. That video left me so off.” Misha clenched his ass, watching the fat cockhead of Grim’s dick, completely hypnotized by its strong beauty. If Misha never saw another cock in his life, he wouldn’t mind.
Grim nipped on the flesh of Misha’s ass and nuzzled it impatiently. “You ready?” he asked, pulling Misha’s clothes down all the way to his knees before climbing on top of him.
Misha quickly nodded. His cock throbbed between the seat and his stomach. He was more than ready to feel Grim all over. “Yes.”
Grim laughed and stroked Misha’s thighs. “Squeeze them for me. I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he said as if it was the sweetest of promises.
It finally hit Misha what it was that Grim wanted to do, and he couldn’t have been more eager to pull his thighs together. He even arched his ass higher, just to tease Grim. He’d get to feel Grim’s cock push in and out without the effort they’d have to put in if they wanted to go all the way.
Misha’s breath sped up, and he pushed his forehead against the seat, excited beyond words even as he sensed the faint scent of cleaning products someone must have used on the upholstery. He could hear the rustle of plastic behind him and looked back in time to see Grim squeeze the contents of a lube packet on top of his cock. The clear gel dribbled down the impressive length, and Grim spread it all over the hard dick with a few pumps of his fist. He groaned, locking his eyes with Misha. “I’ll cover you so thoroughly everyone will be able to smell me on you,” he whispered, leaning forward and pushing his knees against the sides of Misha’s legs.
The moment the slippery cockhead pushed into the crevice in Misha’s thighs, just under his ass, all the hairs on his body bristled, and he went breathless. “I’d have you brand me if that’s what it took to be yours.”
Grim’s mouth opened, and he gave a trembling moan, slowly pushing that enormous tool between Misha’s thighs. “If you’re mine, treat me with respect, birdie. Show me with your actions, not with words. No more slapping,” he uttered, biting into the flesh of Misha’s nape as he sank deeper.
Misha squeezed his thighs together, all hot and bothered from feeling that throbbing cock between his legs. “No more slapping,” he said eagerly, so embarrassed that he’d done that to the person he loved.
Grim held him down as his cock pushed its way between Misha’s legs. It was coming closer to Misha’s balls, and his skin sang, begged for Grim to touch them. Grim’s body hair tickled his skin, and when those heavy balls rested against Misha’s skin, he couldn’t help but shudder, tightening his thighs around the pulsing hot rod that spread the slick lube in between.
“That’s what I want to hear. You’re mine.”
Misha reached out for Grim’s hand and pulled it under his T-shirt, to his own chest, eager to be petted. “Are you mine?” he whispered, his whole body tingling with excitement over Grim’s possessiveness.
Grim’s breath danced against Misha’s skin as he drew back his hips, dragging his cock in the tight space Misha created for him. “I’m yours, too, birdie. Don’t you know that yet?”
Misha could fly on the wings of that declaration. “Fuck me faster,” he mumbled in answer, excited that he could feel every single movement of Grim’s cock. With Grim’s weight on top, it didn’t matter that his cock wasn’t inside of Misha. They were together, and Grim wouldn’t have to hold back. There would be no pain if things got too rough.
Grim rasped Misha’s name and grabbed him by the shoulders, pushing into the crevice hard, until the cockhead touched against the sensitive flesh behind Misha’s balls. It felt so good that for a moment Misha believed an invisible hand caressed his scrotum, but all became clear when Grim thrust forward again, completely letting himself go.
Misha panted, already knowing this kind of fucking would become a staple in their relationship. Grim could fuck him hard and fast with no holds barred, and Misha enjoyed the sense of urgency this produced. If he could only jerk off in the meanwhile, things would have been even better, but the pressure around his dick was getting to him anyway. He wiggled his calves, trying to touch Grim with his stumps, push him even farther into the lusty frenzy.
Grim’s cock twitched, and he slammed it even harder between Misha’s thighs, making them both numb and oddly hypersensitive with the pressure. “You’re so tight for me, babe. I want to come in you so bad,” he whispered, rasping his teeth over Misha’s back as he thrust hard, pushing his balls against Misha’s flesh, as if he wanted them to follow the cock inside the tight space.
Misha stirred under him, impatient as his own arousal was rushed by Grim’s intense scent. He reached back and pulled his buttock to the side, hardly able to form a coherent sentence when he spoke. He wanted to be covered in Grim’s cum, to feel Grim all over. “Come on my ass.”
Grim let out a low gasp and fucked Misha at a furious pace, fighting for air as he pushed against Misha’s taint over and over, making it radiate intense pleasure that curled around Misha’s cock. But then he pulled out, leaving Misha’s thighs oddly empty. “Hands and knees,” uttered Grim breathlessly, and the sound of his hand moving up and down his dick sent Misha’s mind into a frenzy.
He pushed himself up in an instant, and the slight ache in his palms and knees wouldn’t stop any of the lust streaming through his body. He loved how completely free he could be with Grim, certain that his lover would never hurt him. Not knowing what would happen wasn’t frightening anymore but an adventure.
Grim grabbed his buttock and spread Misha’s ass with his fingers. He leaned closer, and Misha yelped when the massive cockhead nudged his entrance.
“Open up,” Grim uttered, “Relax.”
It was hard to relax when Misha’s whole body was one big tangle of arousal and excitement. His anus kept clenching every time he thought of Grim’s cock, not because he feared that Grim wanted to push inside after all, but because his body knew how it would feel. It was almost as if he could already squeeze that thick prick inside of him, waiting for it with his thighs slippery and his cock dripping precum .
But Grim just kept his dick at the hole and jerked off furiously, hitting his fist against Misha’s ass over and over, until Grim howled and bumped his head against the roof as cum shot inside Misha’s anus.
Misha bit his lips and closed his eyes, enjoying Grim’s orgasm despite still being a throbbing mess himself. The head of Grim’s dick slid away from Misha’s hole, but that insistent cock pressed against it with its underside as Grim’s shuddering body curled over Misha’s. And there it was, that strong hand caressing the slick insides of Misha’s thighs and finally squeezing around Misha’s cock.
“Come for me, birdie. Come all over the seat ...”
A breathless “yes” escaped Misha’s lips, and with Grim’s thick fingers coated in lube and jerking him off at a frantic pace, Misha came in a matter of seconds, grinding his ass into Grim’s stomach. He loved the firm grip Grim had on his cock when he jerked him off. Like he knew exactly what he was doing.
“That’s it, just ride my hand,“ whispered Grim and licked the whole length of Misha’s sweaty cheek. His fist tightened around Misha’s cock.
“So good. You’re so good to me,” Misha whispered as he thrust the last few times, adding his own cum to the lube on Grim’s fingers. His heartbeat was erratic, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Before his brain could register what was going on, Grim flipped him over and laid his heavy, warm body on top of Misha’s, cuddling up to him and pulling Misha’s stump higher so that it would rest on Grim’s thigh. He pressed fervent kisses all over Misha’s face and hugged him, crowding him on the narrow seat.
Misha hugged Grim tight and rubbed his stump over the sweaty back of Grim’s thigh. He hadn’t even realized how much he needed this release. He’d give Grim anything he might want.
“You liked it,” said Grim with a laugh to his voice.
“Hell yes, I liked it.” Misha gave Grim a dreamy smile. “I love how heavy your body feels on me. I love to feel every thrust of your cock.”
Grim smiled and pressed his lips against Misha’s forehead, looking out the window at the sky above.
“You did too, right?” Misha knew it was needy to ask, but he still craved a confirmation.
“Yeah. I really like fucking like this. It’s so stress-free.”
Misha slipped his hands under Grim’s T-shirt on his back and wrote his name in Cyrillic script all over the damp skin .
Grim smiled and petted Misha’s hair slowly, focused on something on Misha’s face.
“What?” Misha blew a strand of hair away. “Am I dirty?”
“No,” Grim said, his face serious. “I just thought that you’re gonna be hurt if you kill that scum. I’d rather that I’m hurt. I’m gonna kill him for you, birdie. Don’t be afraid.”
Misha’s heart began thudding again, and as much as he wanted to tell Grim that he was fine, that he could go through with it, all he had in him were eyes glossing over and “Thank you …”
Grim kissed him and curled up closer.