Chapter Twenty-Six
Ash
He did break my nose, as confirmed later when we cleaned me up, but I didn’t care. It’d bruise, and it throbbed, and it might heal a little wonky, but it was a small price to pay for having him at last. It was my war wound from our first time together, and I treasured it.
“Don’t you need to get it set or something?” Cal fussed as we got dressed, which really seemed like the opposite way to how it should be. Why couldn’t we just be naked all the time?
“It’s cute when you worry about me, Cal, but I’m fine. It’ll heal. It’s hardly the first time it’s happened.”
Cal turned to glare at me, wearing just his sweatpants, with a t-shirt in his hand.
“What? Someone did that to you before?” I shrugged, dragging my own t-shirt on to find him suddenly right in front of me with a fierce glare on his face.
“Jesus! What?”
His eyes narrowed dangerously, and he shoved me back, slamming my back against the wall, and making me horny, because I like pain, remember, and also he’s so fucking hot right now.
“Problem?”
His fingers latched around my throat, and squeezed as he leaned close. Fuck me, that’s hot. If I don’t spontaneously jizz my pants right now, it’ll be a miracle.
“Someone did what I did? While you fucked them? I thought I was your one and fucking only, Ash.”
I groaned, my cock throbbing in my pants.
How the fuck did he just get sexier? His fingers tightened and he lifted his free hand to fist my hair, stepping up so fucking close I could feel him pressed against my poor trapped dick.
It just wanted to be freed and touched, maybe licked and sucked too.
Something he’d refused to do even after I’d showered, but I’d get it one day.
“Dammit, Ash. Answer me, unless you’d prefer me to beat it out of you, you arrogant fucker.”
I groaned again, my hips rolling as pleasure trickled down my spine.
“Fuck’s sake. You’re getting off on this, aren’t you? You twisted shit. Ash, you better not have fucked anyone else, because you’re mine, and I’m definitely not the sharing type.”
Someone had a personality transplant with his virginity removal, and I fucking loved it. Wanted it. Wanted him again already, but could he take me again yet? Better yet, did he want to fuck me this time?
I wanted to know how it felt, and I wanted him to be rough, to hurt me, to make me bleed as I came. I groaned again as pressure started building, and I knew my cock was about to paint the inside of my pants.
“Listen, Ash, I’ve just fucking given up everything for you. Because what we just did can never be undone. I can never not be this now, and if you screw with me, or screw someone else, when you just made me yours, I’ll fucking kill you like I killed her.”
Her. Jesus, there’s a way to stop an orgasm in its tracks. Nope. I still came. It was touch and go for a moment, but thank fuck. I shuddered as my twisted pleasure jetted from me, and my hips jerked with the motion.
“You sick little shit, Ash,” Cal murmured, leaning forward to lick my lips as his fingers tightened further on my throat, and in my hair, and he glared into my eyes, “that’s the last orgasm you have without me.
Got it?” Holy fuck, hello aftershocks. I didn’t even know that was a thing for me, but gimme more of that.
“Baby?” I croaked out, and Cal loosened his hand, even as his glare grew fiercer and more savage.
“Cal, you’re fucking hot when you’re jealous. I’m kinda sticking to my pants right now, but I don’t even care. You wanna clean me off now you made a mess of me?” He shoved away from me, and stalked out of the room, which I guess was a no, although I was tempted to follow him just to be sure.
After I cleaned up and headed downstairs, I found him downing a glass of water in the kitchen, and I opened the fridge to look for food, because I was fucking starved after all that ‘depravity’ as he’d once called it.
The front door opened, and in stepped my dads, Blaze, and Ethan, and I groaned, because why the fuck were they here right this second? It was a special time for us, plus I was wondering how many depraved things I could get away with doing to Cal, and now they were gonna cockblock me.
“Hey, kid.”
Cal cursed, and I heard glass shattering, and a hiss of pain. I turned to check on him, realising he’d smashed the glass in his hand, and cut his palm. Blood was pouring into the sink on top of broken glass, and I was mesmerised by it for a second, before I realised he was still hissing in pain.
“I wish they weren’t here right now, so I could make you jerk me off and get blood all over my cock.”
“Nice. Things you don’t wanna hear your little bro say,” Blaze joked as he leaned around Cal’s other side and poked at his hand.
“Ow, will you quit it?” Cal barked at him, reaching for the tap to wash the blood from his skin.
“I’ve got this,” I told Blaze, as he got too close to my man again. He rolled his eyes, and turned to Ethan.
“Let’s go clean up the trash for him.” I watched the two of them head downstairs, and realised dad Gray had disappeared too, but he suddenly reappeared with one of their crazy prepper first aid kits.
“Make sure there’s no glass in it, kid.”
Dad Dory was already making coffee, like, well okay, it literally was his house, but still.
“Why are you here?”
“Nice. It’s good to see you too, son. I guess you resolved that issue earlier?” He asked, eyeing Cal as I stepped in his way, and focused on my poor baby’s cut hand.
“What you said was fucked up by the way. I’m not jerking you off with a cut hand.”
I ignored him, because it wasn’t going to be up to him what we did. Or would it? He’d suddenly been really predatory and dominant upstairs, and I had to admit, that was fucking sexy. Would I submit if he wanted control? It’d be fun finding out. Maybe we’d just constantly fight each other for it.
“Dad, you submit to my other dad, right? Does it feel weird?” Dad Dory turned to frown at me, but dad Gray was laughing his ass off, which, yeah, not helpful.
“I do not!” Dad Dory blurted, shaking his head at me, and dad Gray’s laughter became louder.
“You fucking well do, baby, and it’s so hot. Makes me want to take you harder.”
Ugh. My dads were so inappropriate.
“Could you not?”
“You asked!”
Typical. Make it out to be my fault. I patched up Cal’s hand, and dad slid a coffee to me, then him, letting him add milk and sugar, because obviously none of us knew how Cal took his coffee.
It bothered me that I didn’t even know that much about him.
I shoulda stalked him more before we got together.
It would have been fun freaking him out by knowing stuff I probably shouldn’t know.
“Are you even allowed caffeine if you’re a religious freak?” Dad Gray asked casually, smirking at him as he lifted his head, his hand stilling mid-stir.
“What? Seriously?”
I flipped dad off, and turned to Cal, stroking his cheek. The fact that he didn’t pull away, or even flinch, was fucking progress, right? No more pussying around. He was definitely mine now.
“Dad, don’t be a prick. What are Blaze and Ethan doing downstairs?” I mean, with my family, it could be anything.
“Who is Ethan anyway? I don’t remember him from when we were younger?” Cal looked adorable when he was confused. Hot too.
Dad Gray growled under his breath. “Em won’t let us kill him, trust me, we tried.”
“And failed,” Ethan practically sang out from behind him, as he crossed the room with a blanket-shrouded body over his shoulder. Cal gasped, and his coffee mug crashed to the floor, splashing our bare feet with hot coffee, and jagged ceramic shards.
“Fuck’s sake, Cal! Grow up! It’s just a fucking body,” I snapped, crouching down to try and swipe all the broken mug pieces out of the way, before the idiot stepped on something sharp.
“I… she’s… I killed her!” He gasped out, lifting his foot to back up. I grabbed his ankle, and held it in a tight grip.
“Don’t fucking move, Cal, you’ll lose more blood, and I’d rather that happen while I’m fucking you.”
“That’s my boy.”
“Dammit, Gray, shut up. Let me help you, Ash.”
Cal
Once the mess was cleared up, and I had a fresh coffee, we moved over to the seating area, which had two really plush cream sofas facing each other with a low coffee table in between. I sat with Ash on one, while his dads sat on the other.
It occurred to me that we were literally sitting with two people who not only understood what we were, and who we were, but actively encouraged it.
They’d supported their kids through every want and whim, and while some of it was undoubtedly bad, or wrong, it didn’t seem to be so terrible, because shouldn’t parents support their children throughout their lives?
They certainly seemed to be very involved in the lives of their children, but in a way that seemed natural and right.
“So, what’s next for you two? You’re welcome to stay here for however long you want to. The body’s gone, and Blaze and Ethan will clean up any mess. It was supposed to be just Ethan, but Blaze took pity on him.”
“Why Ethan?” I asked, puzzled, and both dads smirked.
“Because I said so,” Gray murmured, glaring at Ethan as he passed through the room again with cleaning supplies in hand.
“Eat me,” he called out to Gray, who just chuckled like it was perfectly normal behaviour for them. Who knew? Maybe it was.
“Cal wants to murder his whole family,” Ash suddenly said, and I gasped, because it sounded so awful.
It was true, but it also made me feel ill deep inside, like it was a sickness in me that was growing and becoming more malevolent.
I was going to kill my parents and uncle?
Was I insane now? Was this because of what my uncle forced on me, or because of my cruel parents, and the abuse I faced?
“Nice. Like all at once, massacre-style, or one by one? Riskier to do separately really, in case they call the cops, but then we could just trap them all here, and you could take your time,” Gray suggested, while Dory rolled his eyes at him. At least one of them was going to be sensible here.
“Let the kid decide for himself, and stop being so pushy. Maybe he wants to hunt them down or something. Certainly he should do it slowly though, to make sure they really suffer, right?”
Oh my god. They were both insane.
“Just let us think about this. His uncle lives out of town, so that’ll be a road trip, and maybe we can kill some of the others who think being gay is something to beat and rape out of people,” Ash mused, his fingers tapping his chin as he pondered the demise of people, like it was just something that he did every day.
Maybe it was, who knows. What I did know was that sometimes Ash made good sense, and other times he was a fucking psycho. Right now it was both, of course.
“So once you decide, we’ll help out if you need us to, but you might feel better if you guys do this without us. Like it’s part of your journey,” Dory said, placing his hand over Gray’s mouth as he opened it to butt in.
“Your family might have been a bunch of cunts, Cal, but you’ve got us now. As long as you don’t hurt Ash, we’re behind you, but…”
Gray dragged Dory’s hand away. “But… if you do hurt him, we’ll make sure you feel it as we burn away every inch of skin on your body.”
My heart thudded in my chest as I absorbed his words, and somehow knew he meant every last one of them.
I was starting to realise just how insane and messed up his entire family was, and how much danger I’d be in if I ever messed this up.
I opened my mouth to speak, unsure if disbelief, horror, or begging for mercy would come out, but Gray spoke again.
“You should burn your family. It’d be like sending them to hell or some shit, right, Dory? It’s fucking biblical,” Gray blurted, his eyes bright with excitement, and that’s creepy as hell.
Dory rolled his eyes at him, but he looked like he didn’t exactly disagree with him, and then Ash piped up again, reminding me that wrong was his middle fucking name.
“Hey, I should dress as Satan, so I can really fuck with their heads.”