"Two weeks," Conner hugged his knees. "I've been here for two weeks."
Saying it aloud took away every shread of hope that this was a twisted nightmare- it made it feel real, made the horror of it all sink in fully. He'd only cried once, when Lizard had hit him before, but for whatever reason, he felt no need to bawl over it. He was terrified, yes- but sobbing? No. Conner never cried out of fear.
Conner noted that, considering the ammount of trouble he gave Lizard, the mutant's sexual torment was either for his own satisfaction or given to the human as punishment.
He'd also learned, earlier today, that biting was a no-no; the grotesque individual had burst in and grabbed the back of the boy's head, pulled his member out and proceeded to shove it down the boy's throat. Conner had gagged and- out of reflex- barely bit down on the creature's cock. He'd, inevidably, been pissed. Beyond pissed, and he'd shown it by shoving the young man against the ground, bucking his hips wildy and vigorously in and out of his mouth and digging his dirty nails into the scabbing gash he'd made across his forehead. The pain had, unknown to Lizard, been enough to produce Conner to hit the smallest of orgasms.
And it was disgusting, Conner reminded himself. Disgusting, I didn't enjoy it at all.
But what Conner hated most was the nights; they were so cold. And lonely. Lonley as hell. For the most part, the mutant only visited during the day- and not every day. He may or may not stay long enough to brutally rape Conner. He may or may not bring Conner food. He may or may not bring him water.
But, however, this night Conner was feeling particularly neglected and cold. He was freezing, his teeth chattering together as he curled on his side, holding himself. He had, recently that day, decided that he had no chance of leaving at all. Nobody was looking for him. His parents were dead, his brother hated his guts, he had no friends and he'd been dumped by his girlfriend.
He could feel that bastard's eyes on him. Hell, he could hear him breathe. "Li-Lizard?" he managed between his chattery teeth. His fingers were numb and the cold was almost blinding.
The mutant didn't answer, but he slid inside, standing before him, slouching his back.
"Liz...Lizar-"
"Whut's with awl that shakin' and such?" He inturrupted.
"Co...cold."
Lizard tapped his chin. He himself was so used to the tempature during both the day and the night that he was unfazed. "How cold?"
Conner didn't answer, merely he curled up further, whimpering. Lizard growled. "Slut, I jus' asked you how cold et was."
The boy looked at him, his eyes heavy and sad. "I'm f-fine. I-it's fine." His lip quivered but he tucked his head back down.
Please, please work, Conner hoped, hoped hard. Please, Please- if I have to stay here I have to be at least a little more comfortable.
"Don't look too fine to me."
Conner decided to take his facade a step further; he looked up again and smiled a sad little smile. "Yo-you always kn-know best, Liz-Lizard. But I-it's okay. I'll be fine."
The mutant furrowed his brows, creating creases of confusion across his forehead. The hell was this sudden change of attitude. "...Yer gone freeze to death, boy."
"I-if that's what you w-want." he answered simply, the tone in his voice tainted with hurt. If he could just get one thing to make him warm from this jerkoff mutant, ione/i thing...
Lizard presently felt another twinge of remorse hit him. The kid was freezing, after all. Yet, rather than demanding something that might warm him, he asked for nothing and instead gave compliments? 'You always know best, Lizard' ? How weird. Never in his life had Lizard been complimented by someone he'd raped. That was rather...nice. Yeah, nice was the word.
"...Who said it was wha' i wanted?"
"Yo-you don't?"
Lizard paused. "If you die who the hell am I gonna fuck?"
"Oh y-yeah." Conner forced a shakey laugh.
"Be righ' back," Lizard gave him a final sneer. "Don' die while I'm gone, cunt."
Dried-out old dick sure as shit better not ask questions. Better not, Better fuckin' not, Lizard pounded his fist against Jeb's trailer door. When he failed to hurry up in allowing him entrace, Lizard invited himself in.
"Yew old fucker," He glared at the old man who stared back at him with worry. "The hell didn' you answer sooner?" Lizard shook his head. "Nevermin'...you got blankets?"
"W...why?"
"Ya old fuck, not like it's yer concern but maybe I feel like bein' warm every now and 'gain," He snarled, stomping his foot. "Gimme blankets and ah piller."
Conner had stared- he couldn't help it. Lizard had his arms full with blankets and a pillow was perched atop the pile in his arms.
"Wh-wha..?"
"Shut tha fuck up an' move," Lizard pushed him aside, tossing the banket on the dirt where he'd previously been scrunched up. He made a wrinkly sort of bedding, using four blankets to form a matress then tossing the pillow at the top.
Conner had watched him, almost amazed. Look what I made him do, his thoughts were giddy, filled with the happiness that success brought.
"Ge' on," Conner had managed to catch a quick look at his face- the creature was embarassed, his face flushed red and his eyes lacking the sadistic and malicious look they'd contained in his more lacivious state. The boy obeyed, complaisent to curl back up on his new makeshift bed. Even furthering his surprise, another blanket was thrown over him. "Go to sleep, slut." He heard the creature moving away, the slow thump, thump of his boots hitting the ground.
"Lizard?" This would be Conner's final touch. The thumps stopped.
"Whu'?" The mutant looked over his shoulder.
He offered a warm smile. "Thank you."
Returning to his family Lizard kicked himself mentally. Why had he done that?
And it had embarassed the hell out of him, he noticed. He'd gone and gotten his little sister, Ruby, a blanket before but it hadn't embarassed him- merely pissed him off a little that he had to do some form of kindness for anybody. But this time it hadn't made him angry. It'd made his face heat and his head hurt.
Now that he thought more on it, it wouldn't have been so bad to be free of having to feed that human some shares of his own dinner if he died. Or having to put up with his snarky attitude. Or have to worry about being bitten everytime he tried getting off using him.
Then another thought: that fucking smile. So inticing and welcoming, despite the fact that the teeth within the mouth fathering said smile having sunk into his hand before. Something about it was cozy, happy...nice.
You know best, Lizard.
His face began to burn again, flushing once more. His gut twisted in knots yet allowed some sort of fluttering motion inside that nearly caused the mutant to spin in a state of vertigo.
I must be hella' sick, Lizard thought. Whatever kinda cold it is is really fuckin' with me.
