Chapter 5 #2
Karma for all of those times he’d failed to stop it from happening? He’d tried. Usually. Whenever Ryker’s anger got the best of him, Rue had tried to talk him down from the ledge. His last name ensured he could get away with literal murder, but Rue had always been openly against taking lives.
That didn’t mean he’d done anything serious when it happened though.
It’s not like he stopped speaking to Ryker.
Ryker had been right when he’d accused him of being a fraud on the field the other day. Rue wasn’t empathetic, not really. His kindness had a limit. His threshold for forgiveness, at least where the Black Hart was concerned, endless.
Even now.
Even with the threat of the knife stopping at the spot at his narrow back, slipping partially between his cheeks.
Rue held his breath and remained still and inwardly hoped this would be over quickly so they could move past it.
“It’s good that you found out,” he surprised them both by saying suddenly.
“Excuse me?” there was a clear thread of warning in Ryker’s tone, but Rue pushed onward anyway.
“Now I don’t have to carry it,” he said. “I don’t have to hide—”
“That you’ve fucked my identical twin? That you betrayed me?”
Rue’s brow furrowed. “It wasn’t like that. It wasn’t betrayal. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
“Oh? So you accidentally found my brother in your bed and accidentally opened wide for him and accidentally found yourself full of his cock?”
He flinched. “That isn’t…Ryker. Please.”
“You keep saying that. Please,” he sneered. “But you aren’t saying it the way I want to hear it.” The knife came into view as Ryker brought it pointedly to Rue’s throat, ensuring he saw it. The blade remained an inch or so away, but the message was clear.
Rue didn’t try to lift himself when the hand holding him down released him, terrifyingly aware of the knife and the meaning behind it. There was a rustle off to his other side, and then his legs were kicked further apart, causing him to gasp and quake.
He heard the Black Hart spit, dread crawling over his skin as he waited. There must have been some merit to Ryker’s accusation though, because his dick remained flushed, his hole even going so far as to twitch, as if in anticipation despite the fear of the unknown dialing up his nervous system.
Something blunt pressed between his cheeks then, wet and solid, not warm. Not flesh. His mind blanked as it was rubbed against his tight entrance, circling his sealed bud, enticingly at first, before growing more persistent.
“Is this how it happened?” Ryker asked. He pulled whatever he’d held against Rue’s entrance away before Rue could respond, and then his fingers were there, prodding him and pushing their way inside, two at a time.
Rue cried out, the forceful thrust stinging at first. The knife at his throat kept him from pulling away, but his hands flattened over the polished wood surface of the table, and he focused on controlling his breathing.
“You’re actually trying to relax your muscles,” Ryker stated. “You horny little fucker. Does it really not matter? You’ll take anything up this slutty ass, is that it?”
“No,” he said, struggling to keep himself from pushing back on those exploring fingers, especially when they located his prostate and brutally rubbed against it. Rue moaned. “No.”
He wanted to tell him that he was only like this because it was Ryker. That he’d fantasized about feeling his touch for so long, that now that it was finally happening, he didn’t care how he got it.
But Ryker would call him a liar. Would think it was some excuse to get him to forget that he’d also slept with Ryder.
How could Rue convince him?
What could he do?
“You’re beet red from getting spanked with a book, there’s a knife at your throat, and my fingers stretching you open, and you have the audacity to still be hard?
To leak all over my boots? To tremble as though you—” Ryker abruptly cut himself off.
“This is an act just like all the others. You make me think I’ve got you, only to disappear on me.
Run off planet. Escape. Return only so I can find out that you seduced Ryder too. ”
“No, I never—” Wait.
Wait.
Had he said too?!
Hope was the most dangerous emotion. As addictive as the worst kind of drug.
The spark that ignited within Rue was fleeting, however, the Black Hart not giving him the time to mull that revelation over or question it.
His fingers practically tore out of him, and then that blunt object from earlier was back, even more insistent this time around.
“If someone asks about this later,” Ryker breathed bitterly over him, “be sure to tell them that you accidentally got fucked by an umbrella.”
“What? Wait—”
Ryker didn’t.
He drove the blunt object—what Rue now realized with mortification was the handle of the umbrella that’d been on the table—into him, shoving all four inches into him in one hard push.
“Too bad it isn’t long enough,” Ryker taunted as he began to pump it in and out of Rue. “Bet it’s not hitting all those places you like to be hit? Not as satisfying as, say, Ryder’s dick.”
“Stop!” Rue sobbed, the slick sounds coming from between his thighs making him wish the floor would open up and swallow him whole. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. That he was finally getting touched by the Black Hart, only for it to be in the most embarrassing, humiliating way.
The fact that Ryker was seeing him like this…
“Look at you take it,” the Black Hart drawled then, almost as though reading Rue’s mind.
“Look how greedily your hole sucks it back in and clings to it when I pull it out.” He tossed the knife, the weapon skidding across the table before stopping at the other end, too far for either of them to reach.
“No!” Rue heard the click of a camera a moment later, realized that Ryker had discarded the weapon so he could remove his multi-slate from his wrist.
“Keep moaning like that, little brother,” Ryker said. “It’s going to sound great on the recording.”
Recording?!
“Ryker, stop!”
“Did you tell Ryder to stop?”
Rue clamped his mouth shut. At least until the umbrella handle slammed into him with enough force to push the air out of his lungs. Electricity zipped through him as the handle moved over his prostate, toes curling in his sneakers as he shook around the object and wailed.
“You really are a fucking slut, Rue. Willing to take anything so long as you can get off,” Ryker sounded…disappointed.
“No, no, no.” He shook his head on the table, then dared to push up onto his arms. The move ended up sliding him back, made his body swallow more of the umbrella, and the sharp bark of laughter Ryker emitted made him whimper.
“Beg me,” the Black Hart offered. “Beg me, and maybe I’ll give you want you want. Maybe I’ll stop and—”
“Please,” the word came out of him in a rush, mind latching onto that first promise and nothing else. “Please, please, please! Please, Ryker!”
“Please what?”
“Touch me!” Rue was so close, but he didn’t want to come from an object, even if Ryker was the one fucking him with it.
He wanted to feel the other man. Wanted to walk away from this with at least one tiny piece of the fantasy satisfied, and if that made him pathetic or weird or both, he was too turned on to give a shit. “Touch me, Ryk! Please, touch me!”
For a moment everything stopped. The umbrella halfway inside of him.
Then the multi-slate was tossed onto the table and Ryker’s other hand reached between them, fingers wrapping around Rue’s solid length. The first pump was almost tentative, the second more determined after Rue groaned and pushed against that palm.
Ryker wordlessly started fucking him with the umbrella again, this time working his dick with his hand, alternating so his thumb was swirling against Rue’s crown when the handle was driven deep, his fingers gliding down his shaft when the handle was pulled out.
His breaths quickened the longer they went at it, and even though Rue knew what was really happening, that Ryker wasn’t actually inside of him and couldn’t be nearing climax the same way he was, the sound of his heavy breathing was just enough to trick his mind.
Rue imagined the Black Hart’s cock on the next thrust, plowing through him, claiming him. Focused on the rough callouses on his palm as it glided over his dick.
The orgasm ripped through him, his entire body convulsing as he emptied onto the floor, his ass clenching around the handle tightly enough it caused the Black Hart’s motions to faulter. The room tilted on its axis, his sharp cry filling the room as his back bowed and his eyes rolled.
When he finally collapsed forward, the umbrella was still inside of him. Rue was flattened over the table, heaving as he struggled to recalibrate. Every nerve ending was buzzing.
Ryker stepped away from him, and for a tense moment, it seemed like he wanted to say something.
Instead, he walked away, leaving Rue stuffed with an object, mess between his feet, still naked and panting.
Without so much as a single glance back.