I've decided. I will tell Miguel about my …. Let's say lifestyle. It isn't so much that I trust the guy, but my dark passenger feels this pull to him. I feel like Miguel has a dark passenger too… just not one that is dominating like mine. I'd confront him about, but I'm sure it will come out as time goes by. I invited him over, planning to show him all my little secrets. I'd bring him up to date on my code. After all the first time he thought he was ready to take on a kill… he was a complete mess. Finally there came a knock on my door. I grin as I cross to the door and peak out the window. Miguel. I open the door "Hola amigo" he says as he steps in. I close the door behind him and lock it before following him to my couch.
"So what is it you wanted to show me?" He asks as he sits down. He looks so comfortable, like he is at home. "I wanted to… open up to you. I think it is time to share with you who I really am." Miguel nods his head and smiles "I'd like that." I wasn't sure what to show him first. I had this new sensation I had never felt before.
I think it was a cross between excitement and nervousness. Whatever it was, it was new. I didn't realize how long I was standing there just thinking until Miguel spoke up "Dexter, nothing you say can change how I feel about you. You are my friend" He gets up and places a hand on my shoulder "You were ready to tell me whatever you wanted to tell me earlier.
Don't over think it." I smile and begin to tell him all about how it started and how I was born in blood. I told him how my father taught me how to kill and gave me a code, so I could go on being who I was. I told him how my darkness would have taken me over by now if the rules weren't in place. The whole time his face didn't waver.
He didn't vomit like my father had. I showed him my kill tools and explained how I went about a kill. I showed him my little box of blood. I told him everything. It was freeing to have someone know just how big of a monster I was. If this ever backfired I could just kill him. Sure he wasn't a killer, but one of my rules was not to get code, so I'm sure I could make it work. Once I was done Miguel was silent for a long while.
"Well everything makes sense now." Miguel said with a laugh. He then surprised me by hugging me. I grimaced at the feeling. When was the last time I had hugged someone? I patted his back awkwardly before pulling away. "Dex… teach me. I want to learn. I understand now why you are so careful… Teach me." I couldn't turn him down, so that night we planned our next kill. Miguel was impatient, but he agreed to do it how I did it. A week later we had our kill room ready. The following night Miguel helped me take our first real victim together to the kill room.
Once I woke him up Miguel didn't look as giddy as he did earlier. He looked calm and collected. The kill clothes I had bought him that resembled mine, but in more flattering colors, made him look more intimidating. I handed him the knife as he gave his little kill speech. It was thrilling to watch him be so frightening. Once he was done talking he sunk the blade into the guy.
I felt an all too familiar feeling in my pants. The sigh of content Miguel gave only fueled the boner. "How do you feel?" I ask. He may have done the deed, but could he handle what he did. He turned and looked at me. There was tightness in my throat all of a sudden. What if he was as disgusted as my father was? "Free" he whispers. He grins at me "Tell me Dexter… do you ever… uh… get turned on… by this?" He asks as he gestures to the body.
I look down for a moment and look back up "Yeah, It has become normal for me." He nods and steps closer "Do we start cutting the body now?" He asks. That is when I felt it… when I saw it. I saw his dark passenger. My own dark passenger smiled at his new friend. "Yes." I handed him a buzz saw and instructed him on what to do. I sliced the plastic away and watched as he started with the leg. I had bought him an apron and a mask that matched mine. It was… something entirely new to see someone else doing the things I do. I could see his dark passenger was having fun.
With Miguel disposing of the body was faster. He cut and I bagged. We were entirely in sync. The thought made shivers run through my body. He helped me carry the bags to my car and then to my boat. I have to admit, I loved having a partner. Once we dumped the body we sat on my boat for a while. "I've been thinking…" Miguel begins. I face him "Are you familiar with the bay harbor butcher?" He asks. I tilt my head up "Yes…" I say slowly. "Your kill style…" I cut him off "Yes, I'm him. I hate that name though…" He snaps his eyes to me "You are? All the bodies they found… all of them… Gosh, Dex. There were so many…" This was it; this was when he would realize just how big of a monster I was.
Just how disgusting of a human (if you could call me that) I was. "Dexter…" This was said softly. I looked up at him and before I could answer, I felt his cold lips against mine. It was different than any other kiss I had had. It wasn't like with Rita. When I realized why it was different, I kissed him back. The reason was because he had a dark passenger that understood mine. It wasn't just Miguel and I who were kissing. It was our dark passengers too. It was freeing to be able to show that dark side of me. With Rita I had to control myself and it was never fun to have to do that. With Miguel… well he was just as into it as I was.
I could feel his darkness. He had moved his kisses down to my neck which made me hard. I gasped when I felt his hand slide over the front of my pants. I lost control after that and before I could stop it I had Miguel bent over my boat and was drilling into him. His moans of what I was sure was mostly pain filled the empty ocean air. When the moans changed from pain to pleasure I pushed in harder making sure to rub against his prostate. The moans only got louder. When we were done the grin Miguel gave me was that of a new darkness, one that had made friends with mine. This new friendship would certainly be interesting.