Chapter 2
Tres woke up to the feel of someone lightly running their fingers through his hair. Tres blinked lazily. He had to admit to himself that it felt nice. But there was something else. He noticed his head was lying on something more solid than soft.
Tres craned his head a little and ended up looking straight up into familiar blue eyes that gazed kindly down at him.
He had his head in Cain's lap and Cain was playing with his hair. Panic riddling through him, Tres hot up and back away from Cain, sitting on his knees on the other side of the bed.
Cain remained as he was, lying comfortably with his back against the cushy headboard and legs crossed at the ankles out in front of him. His 'devil may care' smiles still charmed his perfect face.
"What are you doing?" Tres demanded, more confused than anything else.
Cain calmly folded his hands in his lap and uncrossed his legs, only to switch legs and cross them again.
"Using you," he said ambiguously, sadistically.
This puzzled Tres even more and he knitted his eyebrows together and sat back on his heels.
Cain gracefully got up from the bed and carefully started to unclasp his long, white coat.
"You see, I find that I have many uses for you, HC III-X. I am going to use you to lure my dear brother Abel out of hiding. He will come practically knocking on my door because it's you!" Cain mused with a dark chuckle while casually slinging his coat over the back of one of the armchairs.
Tres remained silent and still as he felt Cain had more to say, and he needed all the information he could get at the moment.
"Also…" Cain continued as he slowly made his way over to the Gunslinger, eventually standing in front if Tres' kneeling form; eyes locked. "I simply could not pass up the opportunity of having you in my bed," Cain confessed coyly as he let his eyes wander over Tres' lovely face, down his throat and chest, to his leanly muscled abdomen.
They were so close, each could feel the other man's warm breathe on their skin. Cain's words had definitely angered Tres, but he also felt a prominent fear strangling his movements and clouding his better judgment…that, and the fact that the man before him was nothing short of breathtaking
Tres gulped as Cain slowly leaned his face down to his, their lips ghosting over the others'.
"You are so beautiful, Tres," Cain purred against his skin as he lifted his hands to delicately caress Tres' face.
Feeling a little defeated, Tres closed his eyes and leaned into Cain's soft touch; loving how it made his skin tingle and heart speed up. The next thing he knew, Cain had his lips softly but firmly pressed against his own, making Tres open his eyes again. Cain looked so much like Abel, coupled with how good he was making him feel, Tres' mind was a complete mess.
Tres submissively closed his eyes again and kissed Cain back, deepening their sinful, bittersweet contact. Cain was not holding Tres' face in his hands, angling his head back a little for better access. Cain parted Tres's lips with his own before easing his tongue into Tres' mouth; both already loving the sensation.
Cain slowly massaged Tres' soft tongue with his own, causing Tres to lowly moan into his mouth. Their tongues clashed together as their kisses became more heated; robbing them of their breath and causing them to pant in between kisses.
Cain was practically drunk off Tres' innocence – something about how pure and untouched the noble Killing Doll was made Cain want to ravage and sully him that much more.
"Abel doesn't deserve you. He can't give you what I can," Cain said in between their lustful kisses. He had meant it as a compliment and as a coax, but it served as a much-needed wake up call to the enchanted android, instead.
Abruptly, Tres pushed Cain away from him and quickly whipped his lips with the back of his hand.
"Don't…touch me," Tres said sternly, carefully getting off the bed while glaring daggers at Cain.
Tres drew in some air, puffing out his chest a little for confidence, and said, "Abel…deserves much more than me…but, I will always be there for him if he needs me."
Tres was surprised his voice did not crack, but he was completely in shock that he just opened up like that…to Cain, of all people. Tres stood firmly, nonetheless.
Cain clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and rolled his eyes, seemingly unimpressed by Tres' declaration. Inside, however, Cain was furious. Tres was his, not his sinful brother's…he just had to make sure Tres knew that, too.
Clearing his throat and smiling bitterly, Cain's resolve was at its breaking point as he said slowly, "Let me make something perfectly clear. You are mine, not my stupid brother's. I….own…you, Tres."
Tres shivered visibly as a new wave of fear and dread washed over him. Cain was absolutely psychotic. He had to get out there now!
Desperately, Tres made a mad dash for the door, but the attempt failed miserably when Tres' face ended up colliding with Cain's broad chest. Cain sighed theatrically and seized Tres's biceps in his hands and effortlessly threw the Gunslinger back on the soft bed.
Tres quickly sat upright to try to make another run for it, but Cain instantly appeared on top of him and delivered a sharp blow across his face. Before Tres had enough time to recover, Cain had roughly pushed him to lay back; keeping him there with his hand resting heavily on his face and throat.
Tres felt Cain hastily tear his pants right off him, and he struggled to pry Cain's hand off so he could escape. Cain removed his own hand, though, before settling himself directly on top of Tres, wretching his arms above his head; pinning them there with one hand. The sudden movement in his injured shoulder made Tres hiss in pain and turn his head away, much to Cain's amusement.
With his free hand, Cain inched down his pants, releasing his swollen member from its confines.
Cain tightened his grip in Tres's slim wrists, leaned in close to the trembling Doll, and said with a smile, "Don't struggle too much; it'll only make this more painful for you."
Warm tears started collecting in Tres' wide eyes. His shoulder was throbbing with pain, his face hurt from when Cain had hit him, but worst of all, Cain was about to have his way with him…and there wasn't anything he could do about it.
Tears cascaded down Tres's cheeks as he thought of Abel. Bricks of guilt and remorse amassed in Tres' stomach regarding his feeling for Abel…and what was about to happen with Cain. Tres continued to cry.
In the short time it had taken Tres to think these condemning thoughts, Cain had spread Tres's legs and positioned his throbbing cock at Tres' entrance. Cain took a small amount of pity on him and released his now bruised wrists, figuring he was already defeated from the looks of his tears.
Cain coated Tres' entrance with his sick pre-cum, but not fully – he wanted to hurt Tres. This was not about love or passion or intimacy; it was just pure lust – a pleasant way for him to get off.
Without warning, Cain plunged his cock deep inside Tres, instantly making the Gunslinger cry out and try to push him off. Cain easily caught Tres's wrists again and slammed them down at his sides on the bed; making Cain sink down even closer to Tres – almost completely lying on top of him, which Tres hated.
Tres squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face away from Cain; hating the man that was above him, licking his neck and pounding into him. He as sore already – every thrust hurt so badly; making him want to cry out, but he refused to give Cain that satisfaction.
Unfortunately, Cain was hell-bent on hearing Tres scream out oh his pain and pleasure, so he quickened his thrusts into the Gunslinger. Tres bit his lip so hard it bled; he wanted so badly to moan in his aching, hurtful pleasure.
Cain licked the blood that had run down Tres' chin and he purred, "What's my name? Say it – I want to hear you scream my name."
Tres swallowed the lump in his throat.
"…Abel…" Tres said quietly, hands fisted at his sides under Cain's crushing weight on top of them.
"Wrong answer," Cain said venomously before biting down hard on Tres' shoulder while he pounded even harder into him.
Tres could not help but scream then – from the searing pain from Cain's skin-tearing bite, coupled with the insatiable pleasure from Cain's deep thrusts than mercilessly hit his sweet spot.
Cain smirked, having gotten what he wanted, so he came deep inside Tres, still thrusting into him violently; still hitting that spot.
Cain moaned lowly through his orgasm and Tres ruefully clenched his jaw shut. However, his own ecstasy was far too overwhelming and Tres came as well, all over Cain's abdomen with a loud moan.
He hated himself already. He felt violated; dirty, and sick to his stomach. Tres put a hand over his hurting chest as he forced himself to think about Abel - he needed to be tortured, to atone…after what he had just done.
Making Tres' urge to throw up even worse, Cain placed a tender kiss on his tear-soaked cheek and whispered," Mmm...that was good."
"Abel, please find me," Tres thought as he cried into his pillow.
