The Ghost and the Darkness Volume 1 (The Fallocaust Series Book 2) (87 page)

Garrett looked over at me and his face tensed followed by just the slightest amount of blush.

No, my fiancé was too shy to ever be able to show off to me. He became flustered so easily when I asked him to sing or play me a song. He was ninety years old and still he was so...

“Oh shit!” Garrett hissed sharply as his hand slipped and hit the wrong note.

... he was so Garrett.

I smiled and rested my chin on my hands. “It was beautiful.”

Garrett made a noise and raised a hand up in the air to showcase his dismissal of my comment. I laughed and rose to my feet.

I went up behind Garrett and put my arms around him. Then, with my head swimming with liquor, I proceeded to jump on his back.

To be a jerk I smacked his ass like a horse. “Okay, Mr. Neigh Neigh, take me to... Disney Land!”

Garrett adjusted himself and grabbed onto my legs. “I could take you to Mars, you’re so light. Has all that ice cream and potato fries I’ve been feeding you done nothing? I shall start force feeding you sticks of butter soon.”

I smacked him again on the butt, making him
ouch
out loud. “Horses don’t talk! Don’t make me sell you to the circus, talking horse. Now bring me to...” I looked around the apartment and pointed to the bar. “To the watering hole!”

“I didn’t catch that... you should probably smack me again,” Garrett said with an air of mischievousness to his voice. So I decided to be a bit of a tease and smack him again. Though always having to take it a step further I kissed the nape of his neck.

“Oh, bad Reno!” But I kissed him again and at that point he slid me off of him.

The alcohol sure did wonders for us. It was helping us get back to who we had been. We had been such playful idiots before the Crimstones. Smacking, chasing, and howling with laughter like a couple of kids. It was our personalities and being able to act like goofballs around each other was what made our relationship unique. Elish, Reaver, all of the others would’ve rolled their eyes and called us morons... but around each other we were free to act like ourselves.

And
ourselves
were usually immature teenagers who fed off of each other.

So as Garrett turned around to give me hell for kissing his neck. I instead grabbed him and gave his neck an obnoxiously slobbery lick.

Garrett squealed and struggled to get away from me. “Nope, I’m a pet. I’m grooming you,” I said. I licked him again and my ninety-year-old fiancé dissolved into giggles. I grinned; it was always such a victory when I could make people laugh.

“You’re not a pet anymore, you’re my fiancé!” Garrett laughed, slapping me away but I didn’t let go of him. Instead we both sunk to the floor of the living room. I crawled on top of him.

“Stop that!” Garrett laughed. “You’re like a giant Great Dane.”

“Woof!” Instead I wrapped my mouth around his neck and knowing he was going back to work soon I started sucking on his neck, in hopes of giving him a huge hickey.

And he knew what I was doing. Suddenly he started to struggle-howling and trying to push me off. But I kept the seal until the end, then let my lips break away with a pop. A giant red welt was my reward.

“You shit! You shit! I have a meeting tomorrow, you!”

I grinned and went to give him another one.

But he deflected me. Instead he grabbed my chin and locked my lips with his. To keep me from pulling away, he wrapped his arms around my chest and drew me in close to him.

It felt nice... and the alcohol only intensified and fueled it. My lips separated and we kissed deeply, though as we started to make out on the living room floor I could feel something harden underneath me.

I don’t know what came over me, though the past two weeks being around my fiancé had done wonders for me. So before I could convince myself I wasn’t ready... I started to lightly grind my hips into his.

Garrett allowed himself a single moan before he started to shift himself out from under me, but instead I slipped a hand down and started unbuttoning his pants.

“Ah-ah! No!” Garrett gasped. “Reno... you’re drunk, stop.”

I drew down the zipper of his trousers revealing his boxer briefs underneath. I felt another warm rush go through me as I saw the outline of his hard dick showing through. To my own surprise I felt a jolt of heat go through me. Suddenly I wanted him and badly.

“Reno...”

“It’s okay.” I unzipped my own pants and ran my hand over my own dick. I adjusted it just slightly so the very tip of my penis was showing through.

Garrett’s face paled; he looked like he was going into shock. His green eyes stared at my briefs, well... the general area. He was looking at it with a hunger in his eyes that lit a fire inside of me.

“We need to wait...”

I leaned back down and kissed him again. Then, to be sneaky, I pressed my groin up against his, only our underwear separating us and started to grinding into him.

“Reno!” Garrett tried to shift away from me again, before to my inner-joy he let out a moan. “S-stop... fuck.” He put a hand on my backside and clenched it, before another, much louder, moan broke from his lips. The sounds he was making was only driving me to stimulate him further. Suddenly I wanted all of him, in every way I could. I wanted him inside of me; I wanted to be inside of him. Lick every inch of his body, taste his cum, rim him, have sex for days... constantly. Fuck, I wanted him.

“Reno, I-said-STOP!” Garrett suddenly yelled.

The tone made me freeze on the spot. He sounded angry; I had rarely heard him angry and had never heard him pissed at me.

Garrett shoved me off of him, his face flushed and sweaty, not just from drinking. Quickly, he stumbled to his feet and did up his pants.

“I... I’m going to go to the office for a few hours,” he mumbled avoiding all eye contact.

“Fine, whatever. I’m going to bed,” I said bitterly, feeling more embarrassed than shot down. I didn’t know what had gotten over me but I wanted to get away from him as much as he wanted to get away from me. I swallowed through my parched throat and disappeared into my bedroom.

After I heard the door close I locked mine. Then, because my body was on fire and swirly from the alcohol, I took it out and started rubbing one out by myself. I mean, I was still Reno and though I was pissed off and embarrassed... my body wanted what it wanted. I would be extremely surprised if Garrett wasn’t in his office doing the same thing.

So in Reno fashion I fell asleep, half-naked and baring it all for the world. But it didn’t matter either way, I woke up the next morning alone.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. I quickly showered and dressed myself and made my way to the main area of the apartment to face Garrett.

My ears went hot just thinking of having to see him. I was kind of embarrassed over last night.

But when my hand was outstretched to turn the handle on the door, I heard Garrett’s voice outside.

“Well, this is it... it will be weird for a few days but we’re nice people. At least the two of us are.”

What? Garrett had someone with him? What the hell?

I opened the door and walked out.

Garrett was bundled in a jacket and gloves like he had been outside, even though his office was just a few floors below us. He was walking in with... with a blond young man.

The kid was a bit shorter than me, with short dirty-blond hair and big grey eyes. Immediately I could tell he had been beaten on recently, and from the way he looked wide-eyed at the room, it was obvious that he was a bit shell-shocked.

“Who’s that?” I said flatly. I didn’t realize I was wary and perhaps a bit offended until I spoke those two words. I think my mind was jumping to the assumption that he was bringing a boy home for me to fuck just so he didn’t have to touch me.

Garrett took the boy’s jacket, he was skinny and twiggy. He actually reminded me a bit of Killian. Small with that terrorized look to him, the kind of look that a cat got when its fur went all poofy.

“Caligula called me and asked me to get the boy from his and Nico’s apartment. Apparently Kessler picked him up from the greywastes from a couple slavers they killed. Kess wanted to give him to Nero but Clig managed to smuggle him out. He’ll be staying with us and if it is alright with you I want him to start shadowing Luca so he can become our sengil. He’s... he can’t go back to the greywastes he’s a bit... disabled.”

The boy scowled at this. I guess he wasn’t disabled in the head... he could understand us perfectly well.

“How?” I walked up to him with my arms crossed and looked him up and down. He still had all of his limbs but I knew chimeras and I knew legionary, the kid had probably been beaten and raped, that was enough to fuck any boy up.

Garrett put a hand on the boy’s back and led him towards the couch. “He doesn’t talk. I’m not sure if it’s psychological, or he has something physically wrong with him, but he doesn’t speak words.”

The kid looked at me before he moved his hands. Garrett saw this and oddly a big smile appeared on his face. “He knows sign language, well perfect! So do I. What’s your name?”

The kid flashed some hand gestures at him.

“C-H-A-L-L-Y. Chally? Well, that’s a cute name. How old are you?” Chally held up ten and then nine. “Nineteen? Wow, you look like you’re eleven.” That earned him a look and to both of our amusements he held up the only sign language sign I knew: the good ol’ middle finger. We both got a kick out of that.

“He’s the typical sengil build. We choose sengils that are small, cute, and obedient. He seems to at least have two of those features. I think he will ease right into training and Luca wouldn’t mind the company. He’s so bored without Jade to occupy him, that poor cat never gets a break.” Garrett poked him like he had just brought us home a hamster. Chally responded like a hamster too and kept flinching away.

“I’m just happy to give him some shelter. Nero wrecks any young man he gets into his possession, he’ll be safe here.” Garrett patted Chally’s head. “Well, enough talk. We’ll get some food into him and I’ll start a file on him too. I have access to greywaster records on my laptop; I’ll mark him as dead and create a new file in the sengil registry. Reno, show him his room and perhaps make some calls to Luca so we can get him some proper clothes.”

I could do that. Though I took a moment to look over this new little greywaster.

Oddly he seemed to be looking at me too, though in a much more subtle way. Chally kept giving me sideways glances and when I looked back at him he started paying a good amount of attention to the picture windows around us.

I shrugged it off and started making calls as Garrett click-clacked away on his laptop. Luca was thrilled at the idea of having a friend, from the sounds of it he was still alone in Olympus. He talked on the phone with me for fifteen minutes about Biff and how he was starting to sew a sengil outfit for the cat.

An outfit.

For the cat.

He and Killian would’ve been best friends. I really hoped one day Reaver would get to meet this kid just so we could have a laugh about these boys. Sengils were a breed of their own; I couldn’t get enough of their odd nature I swear

Chally stood around looking uncomfortable as Garrett and I did our thing. By the time evening was coming and we had settled down with a couple drinks though, he was starting to relax.

With my drunken actions forgotten with Chally coming, I laid my head on Garrett’s shoulder and he played with my hair.

The greywaster boy was still eyeing me, though he hadn’t signed anything to me directly. He seemed to just communicate with Garrett. I wish I was ninety so I could learn a thousand different languages.

I watched him as Garrett doted on me, both of us watching Friends on TV, one of our favourite shows together. I kept turning to try and tell Chally why parts were funny, since he wasn’t laughing, but then I remembered he was mute not deaf. I was glad I stopped before I made an ass out of myself.

But there was something I couldn’t shake. The kid kept watching me, maybe that’s why he didn’t get the jokes... his grey eyes were always fixed on me and Garrett.

Finally when Garrett fell asleep, his head laying on a throw pillow on the couch, I rose to my feet and motioned Chally to get up.

Because chimera hearing was what it was, and Garrett was a light sleeper when he wasn’t drunk, I pulled Chally into Garrett’s study and closed the door.

I expected the kid to be wary of what I was doing, but he let out a breath like he knew what was coming.

“Why do you keep looking at me? You know I’m a greywaster or something?” I crossed my arms, standing in front of the door so the kid couldn’t escape my interrogation.

Chally stared at me and nodded. Suddenly he looked really nervous. He wiped his face with his hands and looked behind him, to Garrett’s desk.

The greywaster took a piece of loose paper and a pen. Smart since I couldn’t speak sign language. He wrote something down on it and handed it to me. Oddly... his hands were shaking.

Kligula and Neeko sent me down. We need you to come with us.

I stared blankly at the piece of paper, trying to process the words. My eyes rose to his face, a face that was tensed and creased with worry.