Chapter Ten #2
The rhythm poured through him, funneling through the erratically lit room, a tide of audio violence that nourished the crowd with its virulent energy. He could see little past the drums, the occasional glimpse of his lovers as they stalked the stage, adding their own thrums, screeches, growls and wails to the wild cacophony that they somehow moulded into music. Raw, vicious, evil. It sucked him in, digested his essence, vomited him back out.
Between songs, Little Red Riding Hood would appear at his side, pressing against him, groping him through his jeans, running fingers up under his t-shirt. No one could see what she was doing past the drums. She was a mess, but sounded like such a sweet girl tonight, longing, desperate.
The crowd wanted to eat her alive. Half of them would probably sustain wanking injuries after the show.
Before they rolled into yet another song, Saya went to Winter and kissed her on the lips. Winter twisted a hand in her hair and kissed her back hard. The spectators roared and Sprawl reverberated with their approval.
Capitalizing on the primeval vibe rolling off the crowd, Ramsay beat his way through the intro of their most aggressive song, Suffer . The others crashed in, Mack screaming like a lunatic while Saya’s voice was quiet, pleading.
She screams, her tears lovely (make me beg)
More beautiful in the reflection of my blade (only you see me)
The fear in her eyes
The evil festering in my soul (the suffering you bring)
Blood drips and I’m lost in her pain
Mine to do with as I will (Master, i am yours)
Suffer (moans)
No one hates me more than me
She plays with my demons
Fuck, his cock was hard. They’d worked her up at their apartment before the show, knowing they’d have no private access to the green room. Then, after they’d arrived, he’d sat her in his lap while they waited for their turn, touching her when no one was looking. He’d sent her to the restroom with Winter five minutes before they hit the stage, where Winter reported they’d made out in one of the stalls.
As the song jammed to its natural halt, the growl of the crowd took over where silence would have been. He looked up just as someone jumped the stage. Another stage dive. There were a lot of those when they played, which he felt was a mark of approval.
The guy didn’t jump off again. Instead, he went straight for Saya. Ramsay bolted off of his stool, but the man had grabbed her by the arm, hard enough to make her cry out. As Ramsay ran toward them, the man tried to kiss her. He got to her side at the same moment that Mack drove a fist into the assailant’s face. The jackass hit the floor like a bag of dirt, banging his head on the painted plywood. Security dragged him off, but several other guys followed, looking like they were going to curb stomp him in the parking lot.
Ramsay had to follow. The rage that boiled up inside him demanded that he kick the guy’s ass, personally. In all of their time together, no other man had ever laid a violent hand on his woman, and he was damned if he was going to let this slide. He kissed Saya’s forehead and told her to stay inside with Winter, to go to the green room. Their set was over anyway. Mack chased him out, trying to convince him not to beat the guy to death, but Mack didn’t look calm either.
When they got to the street, friends had spirited the guy away. A frustrated helplessness burned at Ramsay. He asked around to see if anyone knew if the guy was a regular, or knew where he lived. No one knew him.
Mack coaxed him back to the green room. Saya was upset, but more because Ramsay had taken off than anything else. The girls held each other, Saya half-draped over Winter’s lap. Another band had taken it upon themselves to keep an eye on them until Ramsay and Mack returned, just in case the guy showed up again. Ramsay thanked them.
They packed up fast and the other band left to give them privacy. There was a knock.
When Mack opened the door, Law and Luther stood there, their expressions dour.
“I’m sorry, Saya. That should never have happened. The next time you guys play here we’ll make sure we have extra security watching the stage.”
“That asshole is banned for life.” Luther looked personally affronted. “Stupid misogynist fucktard. Guys like that give metalheads a bad reputation.”
“You guys kicked ass, though. I’d say you were twice as good as the other bands we had out tonight. Considering two of them used to be my favorites, that’s saying something.” Law smiled grimly.
“Thanks,” Mack replied. The girls smiled back at them, which made Ramsay feel a little crazy. Why couldn’t the bar owners be ugly or ancient? He had to get all of them the fuck out of there.
“Sorry, we have to go.” He urged the girls up and past the owners, not caring if it was rude, even considering the chance they’d given them.
“Ramsay, I take personal responsibility for what happened,” Luther said, following them to the door. “If it’s any consolation, he got his ass beaten in the parking lot.”
“I’m not pissed at you or Law. I just have to get her home and calm the fuck down. Did you see her arm? His handprint is a big purple bruise there. I wish I knew where that fucker lived.” They clasped hands briefly. “We’ll come get the rest of our shit tomorrow.”
“Sure. See you then.”
Mack insisted on driving, which suited Ramsay just fine. He was too pissed off to be behind the wheel. Instead he sat in the back with Saya, holding her close and kissing her head, her palms, her nose, as she tried to reassure him, too.
The short drive to their apartment seemed to take forever. In his mind, Ramsay had killed the guy who’d attacked Saya about fifty different ways before they pulled into the driveway. She seemed fine, but he was anything but.
When they got in, Mack settled them on the couch and took the initiative of making them drinks. Just the one drink helped bring things into perspective.
“That’s what we’re going to have to do.” He broke into the middle of a conversation. “Saya has to drop out. I can’t keep her safe if I’m playing. I’m too far away.”
“We can keep her safe, Ramsay. Between Winter and me, and the added security, it’ll be fine.”
“I don’t want to quit, Master. It’s fun.” She stroked his arm, trying to calm him and change his mind.
“That’s right, Saya. Don’t quit. You’re like our not-so-secret ingredient. We were good without you, but with you we’re un-fucking-believable.”
Anger crested, snapping in his head. “Mack, are you encouraging my slave to disobey me?” Ramsay was on his feet, dragging Mack up by the front of his shirt before he knew what his hands were doing. Mack set his drink down fast, and it slopped over the side of the glass to dribble down the edge of the table.
Mack didn’t back down. He looked him in the eye, challenging. “You can’t control every aspect of her life, Ramsay. She’s a person. If she wants to play, let her. She loves it and she makes us way better than we were with just the three of us.”
Ramsay yanked Mack into his personal space, staring him down. “You watch your step with me, you little fuck. She’s mine. I make the fucking rules. You shut the fuck up.”
He felt Mack’s hands hit his chest a second before he shoved him. He stumbled back, grabbing Mack’s shirt for balance. They both fell over the edge of the chair and onto the floor. There was a crash, but Ramsay didn’t know what they’d broken.
They rolled, grunting, grappling.
“I can say whatever the fuck I want, you pompous asshat.” Mack gasped for breath. “You can’t control everyone.”
“I can control you.” Ramsay growled. He pinned Mack to the floor with a hand on his neck, straddling his hips. Mack tried to throw him off, but he was stuck. He squirmed beneath Ramsay, helpless.
With a pulse that thundered in ears that still rang from their performance, he looked down into Mack’s dark gaze. It was the eyes that drew him in, angry, frustrated, horny. Or maybe he was just seeing a reflection of what he felt.
He pressed his forehead to Mack’s. “You don’t interfere with my rules for Saya, do you understand, Mack? If this is going to work, you need to remember your place.”
“My place?” he parroted back, sounding irritated. “What place is that? Kneeling at your feet with your cock in my mouth?”
“Your place is whatever I say it is. Either you learn to obey me, or whatever is going on between us is done.”
Ramsay let go of his throat. Mack lunged upward and nipped Ramsay’s bottom lip. The tension between them exploded.
He took Mack’s mouth hard with his own, furious that he’d made him want this so bad. Teeth grazed, tongues fought. One of the girls gasped. There was the sound of furniture being moved. Ramsay grabbed Mack, flipped him onto his stomach, pulled his t-shirt over his head and pinned him, stuck in its confines. His back exposed, Ramsay bit him, marking him, remembering how he’d felt when Mack had been talking to the Doms at the clothing store. Someone needed to learn who he belonged to. His little bitch squirmed and moaned, trying half-heartedly to get away. With fumbling hands, he stripped Mack’s jeans off. He was already hard, but then so was Ramsay. He stripped off his own.
What was he doing?
In his moment of hesitation, Mack tried to scramble away. Ramsay pinned him down, planting a hand in the middle of his back.
“Where do you think you’re going, bitchboy?”
“I don’t think I want to do this.” Mack was trembling, his voice uncertain.
“No?” He hauled him to his feet and pulled his t-shirt the rest of the way off. Tangling a fist in his hair kept him still, and Ramsay slid a hand down Mack’s chest then grabbed his cock firmly. A strangled moan escaped him, and Ramsay chuckled. “You sound like you do want to do this. If you say ‘red’ I’ll stop. Otherwise I’ll do whatever the fuck what I want.”
“Okay.” Mack tried to kiss him, but he held his hair so that their mouths barely touched. The sneaky bitch flicked out with his tongue, catching Ramsay’s top lip.
“You’re determined to have things your way, but with me you’ll only get what I choose to give you.” He spun Mack around, grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, then marched him into the bedroom.
He walked Mack to the foot of the bed and bent him over until his upper body was supported by the mattress. Roughly, he kicked Mack’s feet apart.
“Have you done this before?” Ramsay glanced around, but Saya was there and handed him the bottle of lube before he thought to ask for it.
Evil girl.
“No,” Mack whispered.
“Should have let me peg you when you had the chance,” Winter said sympathetically. “He’s just as fucking huge as you are. At least that strap-on I bought is smaller.”
“Go stand by the door if you want to watch,” Ramsay ordered.
“After you’re in, I’ll back off. I want to see this.”
“You’re going to suffer for this, Winter.” Mack gasped and struggled again as Ramsay squirted the cold lube into the cleft of his ass.
“Get over there now, Winter, or you and Saya are next.” To his surprise, the girls were in the doorway before he had to add a threatening glare. Ramsay forced Mack’s twisted arm up further on his back and Mack swore. “I’ll let go if you promise to stay still. I’d hate to be in the middle of something and have you hurt yourself. If you’ve never had anything in your ass I’ll need to take my time. If you piss me off, it’ll be more like being fresh meat in prison.”
“Okay, okay.” Mack groaned. “I’ll stay still.”
“Promise?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” He jammed his arm a little higher.
“Ow! Fuck! Yes, Sir!”
He let go and Mack flexed his arm a few times. Ramsay watched the flow of muscle and had to admit that Mack’s body was just as beautiful as his face. If he was into guys, that would be a good thing, but he wasn’t into guys...other than the fact that he was about to fuck his lead guitarist in the ass.
He lubed his index finger and spread more of the slippery stuff around, teasing around Mack’s asshole for a minute before pressing his fingertip against it.
Mack whimpered and tried to avoid it, but Ramsay pinned him to the bed firmly with his other hand.
“You need to relax,” Ramsay growled. “You’re just going to make this uncomfortable for yourself otherwise.”
“I don’t care how relaxed I am, this isn’t going to be comfortable.”
Finally managed to coax his finger in a little. He withdrew it and added more lube, then tried again. It slid in easier the next time, and he pumped it slowly until it went all the way in.
“Fuck. Oh fuck,” Mack kept whispering, his body clutching at Ramsay’s invading digit like it was going to tear it off. This wasn’t going to be pleasant for either of them.
Ramsay fucked Mack with one finger for a couple of minutes until he loosened a bit, then lubed up his middle finger and slowly coaxed it in alongside. Then, eventually, a third.
The women were craning their necks, trying to see, when Ramsay looked over. He poured lube in his hand and stroked it liberally over the length of his cock. The muscles in the other man’s back flexed and shifted beneath his smooth skin.
A man.
Stop.
Maybe stopping now would be best. Was he ready to sodomize Mack or any other guy? In the heat of the moment doing things to Mack was like a drug, but there was nothing about men that he found sexually attractive, so what the hell was he doing?
He backed off, his thoughts spinning but going nowhere. Mack pushed himself up onto his feet and turned to gaze at him, his cock standing out ninety degrees from his body.
“You changed your mind.”
“Yeah. I don’t know what it is about you – why this keeps happening. No offense, but I’m not into guys.”
“Mmm.” Mack nodded. “You have a funny way of showing it.” He took the few steps to Ramsay. “You’re dripping lube.”
Mack reached out and brushed the tip of Ramsay’s still-hard cock with his fingers. Ramsay grabbed his wrist and held it away. “Don’t touch me without asking.”
“I don’t take orders from you.” A crease appeared between his dark brows and he broke Ramsay’s hold, his arm dropping to his side but his hand balled into a fist.
“Then why did you call me Sir?”
Mack winced and looked away, grimacing. Ashamed? “It slipped. It won’t happen again. I won’t sub to a man that doesn’t even like me. I thought you felt something for me, but I was wrong.”
Silence stretched between them, distance wedging in where a closeness had been growing. It was his own doing, but he wasn’t sure if it was what he wanted. Stopping things with Mack now would be easier, less confusing. But if he backed off would Mack look elsewhere?
“Have you slept with Cross or Malachi?” Ramsay blurted. Where the fuck had that come from? He thought back and realized it had been bugging him since that afternoon, twisting around, quietly making him crazy.
Mack blinked. Paused. “How is that any of your fucking business?”
“You told me no one else has ever fucked your ass.”
“I did say that, yes. You don’t think I’m capable of being a top?”
“With a Dom?” Ramsay snorted.
“Fuck you, Ramsay. I top Winter just fine, and I haven’t heard her say the same about you. You might not have any respect for me, but before you came along my life was a lot more sane. I didn’t ask for this any more than you did. Maybe I had a vague attraction to a few guys before you, but I had no plan on sucking cock, let alone letting someone –” He shook his head. “Never mind. I’m taking Winter home now. Don’t come by for a few days, all right? I really don’t want to see you.” Mack flicked his fingers dismissively and started to walk away.
Ramsay’s arm shot out and he grabbed Mack as he tried to leave. “Answer the fucking question.”
“Oh, for fucksakes! Why do you care? No. Neither of them swing that way, as far as I know. I’m not interested in them anyway.”
Pressure was pounding in his head. “Who are you interested in?” It came out louder than he meant it to, but Mack could be so fucking irritating.
Mack got in his face, his face red and teeth bared. “Not some megalomaniac jackass who wants to control me and fuck me, but is too chickenshit to admit it.” He tried to free his wrist again, but this time Ramsay was ready and used brute strength to stop it from happening.
Rage tore through Ramsay, all oranges and reds and intolerable heat. Challenging little son of a bitch. Mack had no clue what weird, pent-up, fucked-up shit he set loose in Ramsay – stuff he had no desire to feel, that scared him and excited him and made him want to hurt people.
Mack yanked again, trying for the weak point in Ramsay’s grip, wrenching at his arm to no avail. He tried to head butt him. Ramsay tipped his head to the side to avoid it and twisted Mack’s arm behind his back again, adrenaline threading through him as he forced him to his knees and shoved his forehead to the floor. Mack screamed in frustration and tried to buck him off, but Ramsay blocked him with his body.
Flesh pressed against flesh, his cock naturally settling in the cleft of Mack’s ass.
“Get off me!” Mack’s fruitless struggles made Ramsay’s dick throb like it had grown its own separate heartbeat. Ramsay ground against him, the lube making everything slide together temptingly. Mack flailed with his free arm, trying to punch him, but Ramsay simply caught the other arm and twisted it back too.
“No! You’ve been driving me insane pushing me for this. You’re getting what you asked for.” Ramsay let go of one of Mack’s arms and drew back his hips. With his free hand he lined his cock up with Mack’s asshole, which had slammed back shut like he’d never tried to loosen him.
“Are you safewording?”
Silence.
He prodded Mack’s ass with the tip and the other man trembled beneath him, breathing hard, but not telling him to stop.
Ramsay pushed, withdrew, pushed again, the progress so slow that at times he didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. Mack’s body tried to keep him out, but he was patient. Gradually, the head of his cock sank in. Mack was panting, grunting, his body crushing the tip of Ramsay’s member and trying to force it back out. Ramsay let go of his other arm, gathered more lube from areas it wasn’t needed, and spread it on his cock.
His hands now free, Ramsay grabbed onto Mack’s hips, and fucked himself in the rest of the way with short, teasing thrusts. When Ramsay’s balls brushed against Mack’s he paused, attempting to breathe past his body’s need to empty his seed into Mack’s painfully tight ass. Beneath him, Mack was breathing hard, strangled noises escaping him every time Ramsay’s body twitched.
“Is this what you wanted, Mack?” He gripped his hips tighter and pressed his cock into him as far as he could go.
Mack’s moan was wretched. A small noise from across the room drew his attention, and Ramsay glanced over to see his sweet little slave sitting on the floor, her eyes round and mouth open. Her dress was frothed up around her hips. Winter watched, but there was fear there, and anger. He’d almost forgotten they had an audience.
They’d have to take care of themselves for now.
Gradually he withdrew, then slammed back in, making Mack cry out with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“I asked you a question, bitchboy. Is this what you wanted?”
“No.” His voice was hoarse.
“You didn’t want me to make you my bitch?” He gave a lazy roll of his hips and thrust again.
He gasped. “Oh fuck! I don’t know. I wanted something, but not this.”
“No?” Ramsay slammed into him again, Mack’s body grasping at him, crushing, the pressure almost unbearable. He reached around Mack and grabbed his hard prick, twitching and slippery with precum. Ramsay smeared Mack’s own lubrication over him and started to stroke him as he picked up rhythm. Mack moaned loudly and Ramsay felt an overwhelming power flow through him. “I think you wanted me to take your ass. Is this what you thought about the last few times you whacked off? Did you think about me fucking your ass?”
Mack didn’t answer right away, so Ramsay fucked him harder.
“Okay, okay!” he babbled. “Yes, it’s true.”
“Who owns your ass?” Ramsay barked.
“You!”
“I what?” He leaned in, grabbing the back of Mack’s neck.
“You own my ass,” Mack choked.
“Are you my bitch?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’re mine, you little pervert. Understand me? No other man touches you without my fucking permission.” The pressure built. Mack’s ass was so tight that Ramsay worried he’d backfire and his balls would explode.
Mack was shuddering beneath him, his body tense, about to come.
“Answer me!” he bellowed.
“Yes, fuck, yes.” Mack’s cock started to twitch hard, his ass pulsing. His cry of pleasure was helpless and vulnerable. Come spilled onto Ramsay’s hand just as he reached the brink himself, his world narrowing to focus only on the pounding of his cock into Mack’s grasping hole. Ramsay’s muscles locked and his mind blanked at the violent eruption of his body as he came.
*
The women were sound asleep, a lovely tangle of arms and legs on the love seat. He and Mack had discussed moving them to the bed, but it seemed a shame to rob themselves of such pretty scenery.
Mack sat on the couch next to him, freshly showered and back in his jeans. He smelled good, somehow making the shampoo that Ramsay and Saya had in the shower smell different. It had been difficult for Ramsay not to follow him in there, but it was taking things too far. Too soon.
It was also an effort not to be apologetic, as though he’d accidentally fallen on him repeatedly, when he happened to be naked, rather than having had consensual sex. Mostly consensual.
They watched Mythbusters , discussing how they’d do things differently. Ramsay got each of them a beer and they drank and chatted like two regular guys, hanging out at five in the morning.
Maybe sleeping would be a good idea, eventually, but they needed to talk first. How did he start this kind of conversation?
He cleared his throat nervously. “You know earlier when you said that you thought I felt something for you, but that you were wrong?”
Mack didn’t look away from the television, but Ramsay could tell he held all of his attention. “Yeah. It was nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“It wasn’t nothing.” Jeez. Was he going to talk to a dude about his feelings? This went against all the how-to-hang-out-with-guys training he’d ever gotten. Next he’d be chatting with strangers at the urinal. Not cool. He sighed, but this needed to be said. “I was an...” Don’t say ass! He’s still having enough trouble sitting down. “Idiot. This is weird for me, but that’s not an excuse. You don’t deserve to be treated like garbage just because the situation weirds me out.”
“Because I’m a guy.”
“Yes, because you’re a guy! I always thought I was straight, until we wrestled that one night. For that matter, I’m not sure I’m not straight. There’s just something about you that I can’t walk away from. I’ve never thought of myself as being homophobic, but maybe I am.”
Mack glanced at him briefly, then back at the TV. Ramsay felt relieved. Sometimes serious discussions were easier without eye contact. “I...it’s not just sex for me, with you. I know you don’t feel the same way, and that you don’t even want to want me, but I figured I’d put that out there. I’m sure I’ll get over it eventually, so just ignore me if I get weird for a bit.”
The dark fringe of Mack’s lashes fluttered as he blinked at the television a few times. Ramsay slid closer to him on the couch. He knew how to comfort Saya when he’d fucked up, but this was a guy. But then, thumping him manfully on the back didn’t seem appropriate to the situation either.
Ramsay decided to go with his gut feeling. He grabbed Mack by the shoulder and tipped him until he was stretched out on the couch with his head in Ramsay’s lap. A spark of sexual energy almost ruined his intent, but he ignored it, then ran his fingers through Mack’s short, dark hair. Mack pretended to watch TV, but Ramsay could feel the tension in his body. He traced the line of Mack’s jaw with two fingers, then followed his jugular down the side of his neck, fascinated by the twitch of muscle and tendon, so strong compared to a woman’s. Had he always been interested in touching men, and just repressed it because of social expectations? Was he really bi?
He thought back. Thought about the guys at the garage, friends in high school. None of those memories had held any secret attraction for him. He’d never wanted to kiss his science partner or bang Jack in the break room at work. There had never been a fascination with a male actor or singer, or some sports figure.
This was all about Mack.
He had to say something. Letting Mack think his feelings were stupid and completely unreciprocated was mean, especially since it wasn’t entirely true.
There was a moment when he thought he should choose his words carefully, but nothing seemed to be right – to explain that he did care, but that at this point he couldn’t give him any guarantees.
Finally, he grimaced to himself and dove in. “I don’t think I want you to get over it.”
There was a breathless silence and Mack shivered under his hand.
“What do you mean?”
“Only that. It’s all I can give you for now, Mack. Just don’t give up on me yet.”