Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series) (94 page)

There was no drug like this. I took in a rattled breathe and screamed out in rage and desperation.

“It feels good doesn’t it?” he growled, my dick started to throb as I felt his tongue tease the rim of my cargo pants. His knees were on the floor now. I looked down and saw him lean into my crotch, he licked my bulge from outside my clothing.

When I realized a growing part of my mind was anticipating with lust what was going to happen next, my instincts temporarily won out against my doped out mind.

I took the opportunity. I concentrated as hard as I could and forced myself to stand. I stumbled forward a few paces before collapsing against the door frame of the kitchen.

I heard Asher get up, I stumbled towards the living room door.

“Stronger dose next time...” Asher had his arms crossed. His glaring green eyes were annoyed, and his jaw clenched. “You should be completely incapacitated. I gave you twice as much as usual.”

I saw a bulge in his pants, as big as the burning lust I felt in my own. I swore in my head and fiddled for the door knob. “Killian was right about you,” I managed to gasp.

He walked over and put his hand on mine. I balled my free hand into a fist and punched him in the face.

My aim was bad though, I hit him in the shoulder and ended up falling down right onto my ass.

My head slumped forward, I jerked it up but it flopped down again.

I felt him unbutton my pants, then a warm hand try to pull my still rigid cock out.

The room around me suddenly got cold, a frigid, biting cold that made the back of your throat ache. For a split second my entire body changed. The foggy, disconnected obedience left and all that remained was rage, embarrassment and disgust.

This time the fist hit its target. I punched Asher right on the jaw. His head snapped back and knocked up against the door frame. He flopped onto the floor.

I got up and put my dick back into my pants. The disconnect started to come back as I opened the door, by the time I was half way down his driveway it started to come back in a steady wave. I couldn’t out run it, it swept over me and coated my mind in an obedient, disconnected stupor.

“Fuck Killian when you get home,” Asher’s voice said from behind me. “And for our trip, Reaver. You’ll be bringing lubricant, remember that.”

I didn’t turn around, I walked down the driveway as quickly as I could. My reality distorting with every step.

I blundered to the street and leaned against a car for a few moments to get my bearings. I could vaguely remember where I was going. I stumbled on, as quickly as I could.

My movements were automatic. My mind had no idea where my body was taking me, but I trusted that it was the right way. That was all I could manage at that point.

Wait, where had I been? Why was I out so late?

I took a deep breath of the cold air, the wintery air felt good against my hot skin. I was sweating and everything felt tight. I shook it out and gave a shiver to try and snap my mind out of my drunken state.

No, not everything was tight. I squinted and tried to walk faster. My pants were tight.

I put my hand on my crotch and felt the warm bulge between my legs. I listened for a moment for anyone, but it was quiet. I put my hands down my pants and groaned. I was hard as rock. I rubbed it a bit, before I pulled my hand out. I had a boyfriend to do that. I was going to fuck him when he got home.

I started to walk faster. Nothing else in my mind but the urge to plunge my cock inside of Killian. Fuck his ass was as tight as a drum, his face looked so hot whenever I fucked him. His mouth open, his eyes closed and his head tilted back. Moving back and forth with my thrusts

I groaned and gave the bulge a squeeze.

Wait where was I?

Had I just come back from sentrying? No, I wouldn’t be drunk if I did. Oh I must have been at Reno’s. But why was I so horny? Well whatever, sometimes my imagination got me into trouble. If I had a dollar for every time I whacked off in an abandoned building I’d have a lot of dollars.

I opened the tank hatch and got in. My mind was briefly impressed I had actually made it.

I closed the hatch behind me and locked it, and slid down. To my confusion the end of the hatch opened and I some how managed to slide all the way down and onto my floor with a loud thunk.

The light blinded me, I swore and tried to get up.

“You’re piss drunk,” Killian muttered. Boy did he sound mad. He started dragging me to the bedroom. Damn he was strong when he put his mind to it. Mm, good. I wanted him strong, he needed to be strong when I fucked him.

“Take your clothes off, you sexy little twink.” I gave out a playful growl as I looked up at him.

“Get up you drunk bastard.” Killian didn’t sound as amused as I did. “I hope you have a splitting headache when you wake up.”

“You should take your clothes off.”

“No thank you, drunky.” I knew my drunken charm had worked on him when he gave me an amused smile. He got me to my feet and pushed me onto the bed. I didn’t return the smile though, I was serious. I wanted him, I needed to be inside of him. I had to have that tight little opening around my dick.

I started taking my clothes off. As Killian disappeared into the other room I got completely naked.

When he came back holding a bucket and a glass of something. He looked at me shocked. I looked down and saw my dick in my hand, I was stroking it slowly.

“Reaver! Stop! What’s wrong with you?” He gaped at my rock hard cock. “What made you so horny?” He sounded wary.

I gave my dick a tug and moaned. “You. I thought too much about you.” I bit my lip. I saw Killian put down the water he was holding. He looked at me a bit hesitant. “Are you... sure?”

I gave my cock a stroke and let out a moan. I emphasized this one, hoping to make him horny too.

It worked, he bit down on his lip but I could hear his heart jolt. He started taking his clothes off.

I grinned and stroked a bit faster. His smooth body was perfect, so pale, lanky and perfectly formed. And his cock, fuck his cock was beautiful. “I... I feel like I’m about to take advantage of you... you’re piss drunk. What happened at Asher’s?”

Asher’s? “No I was sentrying,” I said. I had been outside, so I was sentrying.

Killian looked at me puzzled. “Oh alright.” I took my hand away as he stepped out of his pants. He dropped his boxes and put one knee on the bed. He was holding his soft dick in his hands. I started to get up to fuck him but he pushed me right back down. “No, you’ll fall off the bed.” I heard a snap of lube, then a hot hand on my cock.

I closed my eyes with a smile as I felt him rub the lube into it. Then a shifting on the bed as he straddled me.

I groaned loudly and lifted my hips up as he lowered his ass onto my dick. I heard a gasping moan from him too as he pushed through.

I felt my cock sink all the way inside of him. Like I remembered earlier his ass was tight, so tight it was always hard to get a rhythm at first just from the difficulty of moving it in and out of him. But every rough push brought me a wave of pleasure that the alcohol only intensified.

I could feel his body moving up and down on me. I opened my eyes and saw the picture of beauty, rising up and down as he rode me.

“One day I want you to fuck me,” I gasped several minutes in.

Killian stopped, I could feel his breath on my cheek. “What?” His voice was laboured and ragged.

“You heard me,” I said back, I grabbed his fully erect dick in my hands and tugged on it playfully.

Killian swore and started to ride me faster. I think what I said might have turned him on. I grasped his sides with both hands, and plunged my member into him hard. Killian’s eyes were closed, his hands rapidly jerking his own cock, just a blur under his fast movements. With my dick still thrusting inside of him he let out a cry. Cum started spraying from the pink head and onto my chest. I moaned, feeling his ass tense around my cock. I groaned his name and with a few more thrusts I came inside of him.

The next thing I remembered I was hanging over the bed, puking my guts up.

Killian was behind me, rubbing my back. I was puking into a white bucket I didn’t remember being there. I think that was the bucket I used to flush the toilet.

He stroked my hair, his voice was sympathetic.

I puked and puked until it was all out of me. When my boyfriend decided I was okay he took the bucket and put it into the bathroom. He got me some water.

I drank it all, but the last gulp I used to swish out my throat. I spat it into the bucket. It looked like all vodka and bits of candy.

His touch was comforting, I felt sick, nauseas and just gross. I laid down on my bed, noticing I was still naked, and so was he. I watched as he took the bucket away, when he returned he had a cloth.

He dabbed my head. “I think I see why you do drugs rather than drink.” He kissed my forehead. “You’re burning up, go to sleep, drunky boy.”

I inhaled, the room smelled of fresh semen and vomit. With my exhale I swore and put a hand on my head. “Where am I?”

“Home, baby.” Killian said soothingly. “Close your eyes.”

I didn’t remember anything after that.

Many... many hours later I dragged my pathetic ass out of bed. Everything that had happened last night a grey blur of nausea and puke. Not just the distorted haze of what had happened before I came home, but everything after. I never wanted to drink vodka again or greywine... or any alcohol really.

I stumbled into the bathroom and saw the tub already filled with luke warm water. I hadn’t even looked into the living room to see if Killian was there. Maybe he knew better than to talk to me.

I washed up and looked at my scruffy ass in the mirror. I had a few cuts on my face but besides that I just needed a shave and a lot of drugs.

After changing into clean clothes (also laid out for me in the bathroom, I swear I needed to start paying this kid) and ventured out into the living room.

Killian was making quils by my desk, he didn’t look up. “There is corn meal and honey in that pot, you wont be able to stomach greasy food.”

“I feel okay.” I scratched my head and picked up the pot, a spoon and a mason jar of Dek’ko honey. “I don’t get badly hung over.”

I sat down on the couch with a groan and started eating. Killian got up and handed me a glass of water and some aspirin. I took it even though I was planning on filling myself with pain killers soon.

While I was eating I turned on the television and put on a movie.

I saw some movement and looked over to see Killian chewing on his lips. “Nothing bad happened right? You were saying weird things, you seemed really drunk and out of it.”

“I still had my clothes on?”

“Yeah, you tried to tell me you were only out sentrying. I thought you were lying to get sex, but... it seemed like you barely knew where you were now. Let alone where you had come from.”

“Well I was at Asher’s I remember that much. I better go over and make sure he isn’t dead,” I chuckled.

He gave me a very pitiful look, his big blue eyes injecting as much sadness and sympathy as they could into my own. “Just stay with me today... please? You scared me last night.”

Oddly I sensed apprehension and fear in his voice, his heartbeat had changed too. Weird, I was used to his sad little eyes trying to manipulate me into doing things, but he genuinely looked like he needed some attention.

We had been busy during the past month. Every day we had been out working on the green townhouse and Asher’s place. Plus my patrols and hanging out with Asher. Since the new kid came along I hadn’t been spending all day with him in the basement like we used to.

“Alright, alright, come here.” I put the now empty pot of corn mush aside and patted my lap. He crawled into it and put his head on my shoulder. “Since I’m going to be gone all day on Wednesday why not for the next two days it’s just me and you. No Asher, or Reno, no fixing up shit. Just us. Doin’ drugs, fucking like bunnies and eating good food, okay?”

And he started to cry. I laughed and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you, you’re a great boyfriend,” Killian said, I squeezed him though my eyes were eyeing up the silver tray we kept our lines on.

“I know, I am rather great,” I smiled. “I guess I owe it to you for taking care of my drunk, stumbling ass.”

Killian’s face fell. “You were really weird last night. You came home and all you wanted to do was have sex.”

“Did we?”

Killian nodded. My frowned, not even remembering that. “I wasn’t rough with you was I?”

My new found sense of consideration disintegrated as he laughed right at me. “You might be many things, but you’re not an angry drunk. You’re a happy, horny drunk who says weird things, and can apparently ejaculate and vomit at the same time.”

I stared.

“I had to get off of you pretty quickly.”

I could see his teeth start to peek through as he smiled.

“You seem to be enjoying telling me this.” I furrowed my brow.

Killian giggled, and pecked my lips. “I have a lot more I’ll tell you, but I’m going to wait an opportunity to present its self where I can use it against you.”

“Clever, I am teaching you well,” I purred and kissed him back. “But really, I don’t remember anything... I was okay?”

Killian nodded. “The things you said were just silly drunk talk. Nothing important.” He paused though, his lips disappeared as he pursed them. “But please... don’t get that drunk with him again. I know you-” I groaned and got up off of the couch.

“Please Reaver?”

“Even if I was slobbering drunk Killian I wouldn’t touch him.” I sighed, and that was the truth.

“You just seemed more then drunk...” he let that trail.

I waved him off, I made my way to the kitchen but as I passed the edge of my couch I stopped. I looked down and saw my waffle maker, wires sticking out on all ends.

I went over and picked it up. I swore as I saw the wires all pulled out and fringed.

Then the closet of my bedroom door slam.

“Killian Lance Massey!” I yelled.

I spent the next two days filling up Killian with as much love as I could humanly stand. We sat on our asses in the basement all day and all night doing all the things I had promised him and more.