This chapter picks up right where the last one left off with Kurt's shooting lesson.
Warnings for intense sexual punishment via a butt plug, Blaine being an evil little shit, Kurt giving in to his submissive side, murder, and heterosexual sex. That's a first.
Walking around middle of the night
Might end a man's life with that innocent face
Cause everything below your neck killin' everything next
It's murder, murder
You say I need to watch out, something might go down, but
I really wanna take this under the ground, under the ground
And I would be down to go to that level
And even when you speak regular or sick freak, girl, I say okay
So come on and lead me cause the deeper you take me the better, better
You killin' me softly but we can go as hard as you want till the
Bed's way under the ground, under the ground, I would be down to go to that level
Justin Timberlake - Murder
Chapter 15
"Feet a little further apart, and relax your shoulders."
Kurt followed Blaine's instructions as his gripped the Browning Hi-Power semi- automatic tightly in his hands.
"Relax your grip a bit, Kurt. As a matter of fact, relax your entire body. You're way too tense."
Kurt shot him a bitchy look. "Of course I'm tense. I told you I don't like guns. This entire thing is making me nervous."
Blaine rubbed his shoulders. "Don't be nervous. This is just a simple lesson so you have an idea of what to do if you ever need to grab a gun to protect yourself, okay? Nothing more. You don't have to carry one, and I won't put one in your car. I just want you to be familiar. Everyone should be familiar."
Kurt shook his head. "I disagree. Not everyone should know how to operate a gun. Some people are crazy."
"But you're not one of them. Now relax."
Kurt took a deep breath and tried to relax his shoulders. He lifted his arms and aimed at the target.
"Good. Now just pull the trigger."
Kurt focused straight ahead with deep concentration, took a breath, and pulled the trigger. He bounced back a bit, thrown by the powerful buzz in his hands, and surprised by the bang despite the protective earmuffs.
Blaine laughed excitedly. "Not bad, Kurt! Not bad!"
Martin rolled his eyes. Kurt's shot was nowhere near the center of the target. After two more attempts by Kurt, he'd seen enough.
"Move outta the way, Blaine."
Martin spent the next few minutes giving Kurt tips on how to aim, body position, and foot stance.
"Alright, give it another go."
Kurt lifted his arms, focused, and pulled the trigger. He hit right of center. Blaine looked at him in amazement. "Wow."
Kurt stared at the target in surprise and whispered under his breath, "Wow."
Martin nodded. "Much better. You have some hidden natural ability. Go again."
Natural ability? Kurt wasn't sure he believed that, but he stepped up again.
Thirty minutes later it was very clear.
Kurt Hummel was a damn good shot.
He never hit dead center, but he came awfully close. Another thirty minutes and he had quickly mastered how to load and reload the gun with swift precision.
Blaine was thrilled and a little turned on. Kurt was stunned and a little troubled that he actually enjoyed firing the gun. He liked the powerful rush that flowed through him when he pulled the trigger. It was like a tiny high.
Blaine curled his fingers into Kurt's bracelet as they walked back to the house. "I'm so proud of you, Kurt. I have the most talented boyfriend in the world."
"Singer, designer, gun slinger. I'll be sure to put all three on my NYADA application."
Blaine's happiness was immediately tempered.
NYADA.
NYADA meant New York. Frank Chartussi's territory. Depending on what happened over the next few months, there was no way his father would allow him to go to New York. An Anderson in Frank Chartussi's territory would cause all sorts of accusations.
Unless…
If they wiped out the Chatussis in a mob war, the Andersons could take over New York.
Blaine stopped walking.
If we destroy the Chartussi family, I could run New York.
Wow.
The Andersons had never, ever done business in New York. His great-grandfather had thought it best to start the business in the region of the country he knew well which was the Midwest. His grandfather had finished conquering the Midwest and began expanding south. His father was in the process of finishing their final moves into the south, with Florida as his last area of focus. No one had ever thought of trying to take New York.
"Blaine?"
Blaine's head was spinning.
The Chartussis started this fight by killing Lisa. None of the other families would blame us for annihilating them. If we destroy the Chartussis now, my dad could get things settled by the time we graduate. Kurt and I could move to New York and I could run the east coast operation. I could make sure Kurt has everything he wants. Staring roles on Broadway, top fashion, we could live in a fabulous Manhattan penthouse, and…"
"Blaine!"
Blaine looked up. Kurt took a step back, surprised by the dark concentration of Blaine's eyes.
"Are you okay?"
Blaine smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine. I'm great."
Monday morning, Anastasia waited until Mario left for the day to go to Luther's room.
She knocked but there was no answer. "Luther? Luther, it's Anastasia. I'm worried about you. I'm coming in whether you want me to or not."
It had been a month since Lisa's murder, and Luther had been holed up in his room the entire time. Anastasia had the house staff bring him meals three times a day, but most were left uneaten. She told Mario it was time to intervene, but he refused.
"Let him grieve in his own way, Stasia. I can't imagine what he's going through."
"Lisa wouldn't want him to waste away like this. I know I wouldn't want you to."
Mario's eyes darkened. "If someone dared to kill you this is not how I would grieve. I would kill everyone even remotely connected to the person responsible for your death, beginning with their parents. Then siblings, spouse, children, and associates. I would wreak hell on their life, leaving them for last. Then I would hunt them down, hang them in the garage, and torture them for weeks until their body gave up and died. Similar to Larry, but far worse."
Anastasia stared at him. In these moments, when Mario's eyes glazed over with evil, and his voice became cold and eerily quiet …this was when she was reminded of the deeper, vicious, terrifying nature of the man she married. A momentary flash of Larry's burnt, beaten, and blood streaked body hanging in the garage punched her mind. She closed her eyes and shook the image away. Larry had made the mistake of paying too much attention to Anastasia, and making comments that reached Mario's ears. He'd paid with his life after 30 days of Mario's sick wrath. Every man who worked for the family had been forced to visit the garage to see for themselves what would happen if they dared to covet the wife of the boss.
Anastasia slowly pushed open the door and peeked inside. The window curtains were drawn, leaving the room dark. She was surprised to see Luther fully dressed, sitting on the perfectly made bed. The room was neat and clean. She could smell his aftershave lotion and something sweet in the air.
"Luther?"
He didn't turn around so she walked in, closing the door behind her. She walked around the bed to stand in front of him.
"Luther?"
He looked up at her with wide eyes, shining with affection.
"You know…I saw you first," he said.
"What?"
"That day at the fair. I saw you first. You looked like an angel. A beautiful angel in pink chiffon."
Anastasia laughed lightly. "You remember the dress I was wearing? Luther…that was well over 20 years ago."
"You were wearing a pink chiffon dress with white tennis shoes and white bobby socks. Your hair was pulled back with a matching pink headband with a little bow on the side."
Anastasia was speechless and then shocked as Luther reached out and placed his hands on her waist. He pulled her towards him and buried his face against her stomach.
"It crushed me when I realized he'd seen you. The look in his eyes. He'd seen what he wanted and nothing would stop him. At the end of the night he told me you were the one. I told him he was crazy. We didn't even know your name or if you were single, but he insisted you were the one. We followed you and your sister home to see where you lived, and that night he interrogated Duke about you and your family. Duke begged him to leave you alone. He said you were a good girl. Sweet, virtuous, and innocent. Mario laughed. Said that was exactly what he wanted in a wife. Someone innocent he could sexually corrupt. After your first date he came back and told me you were perfect and that he would marry you."
Anastasia stood perfectly still, unsure of what to say. Luther looked back up at her, his eye filled with…love?
"That year while you dated Mario…I fell in love with you too."
Anastasia stepped back, shaking her head. "No. Luther, don't say that. Please don't say that. Just stop talking."
Luther smiled the sweetest smile. "Don't worry. I'm not crazy. I got over you. Mario's my best friend. My brother. I would never…I just…you never met Lisa. She looked a lot like you. I always worried that Mario would notice that, but he never did."
He reached up and caressed her cheek.
"Mario's beautiful, trapped, angel. Locked away in this house and sometimes…in a cage." Anastasia's eyebrows rose. "Oh, yeah. I know what he does to you. How he sexually tortures you. I've seen inside that closet in your bedroom. The chains, whips, and clamps. The cage he locks you in. Who do you think is the emergency back-up to let you out in case something happens to him? I know the shit he does to you."
Anastasia ducked away from his touch. "Why are you telling me this?"
Luther suddenly looked lost and confused. "I-I don't know."
"Then stop talking. Pull yourself together. You know what would happen if Mario heard you. You're his best friend, but he would kill you. He wouldn't be able to help himself."
Anastasia moved towards the door. "You look like you were going somewhere, so I won't keep you. I just wanted to check on you."
Luther nodded. "Yeah. I'm going in today. I have to. If I don't, I'll keep drinking until I'm dead. Dead like Lisa."
Anastasia glanced at the nightstand and relief flooded her body. How had she not noticed? He was drunk. That's why he was saying things he shouldn't. He was drunk.
"Luther, why don't you wait and go in tomorrow? One more day won't hurt."
Luther suddenly looked tired. "Yeah. Maybe I'll do that."
Anastasia nodded. "That's a good idea."
She watched Luther pull off his shirt and take off his pants. He climbed in bed and she tucked the sheets around him.
"Goodnight, Luther."
"Goodnight, angel."
He passed out immediately.
Anastasia gathered up all the liquor bottles she could find, removed them from the room, and prayed that Luther forgot that he ever spoke to her.
Tuesday evening, Blaine pretended to work on his math homework. He was really listening to Kurt talking to Burt on the phone.
And growing increasingly pissed off.
"Oh, that's great, dad! Uh huh…uh huh…well sure. Of course I'll go, but are you sure you want me there? I know you've never hidden me or anything, but maybe it would….I…okay…I…yeah dad…yeah…I know, I know. Okay. Well, there's a dance here Friday night, so I'll leave Saturday around 1:00 pm. Okay…yeah…I'll see you Saturday. I love you too. Bye."
Blaine was furious.
What the actual fuck? Really, Kurt?
"Guess what? My dad's been asked to speak at The Central Ohio Independents Dinner. It's a dinner for people who claim their political status as independent, which means they could vote either democrat or republican. Every year they invite one politician to attend and say a few words, and they chose my dad! It will give him a chance to make his case and hopefully earn their endorsement and their vote."
"So, why do you have to go?"
Kurt walked over to the closet. "He wants all of us to be there."
"Us?"
"Me, Carol, and Finn. The wholesome all American family. The widowed mom and dad, the all-American football kid, and his gay step-brother."
And the gay kid's mafia boyfriend.
"When's the dinner?"
"This Saturday. I don't wanna miss the dance, so I'll leave Saturday afternoon. The dinner isn't until 7:00 pm, so I'll have plenty of time." Kurt continued to study his wardrobe when his eyes landed on his collection of Dalton ties. He could suddenly feel the fabric tightening around his throat, but when he brought his fingertips to his neck, of course nothing was there.
Shit.
He slowly turned around and looked at Blaine who was staring at him, expressionless, but with dark, intense eyes. Kurt folded his arms and fixed him with a determined look. "Please understand that I have to go."
"And what are you supposed to do before you agree to go anywhere?"
"I'm supposed to tell…ask you."
"And yet you seem to always forget that."
"I'm sorry."
Blaine noticed that Kurt really did look sorry. That was progress, right?
"Fine. I'll drive you to Lima Saturday, hang out until the dinner is over, and then drive you back."
Kurt shook his head. "That's not necessary. I'll drive home Saturday and come back Sunday afternoon. It doesn't make sense for me to rush there and rush back. Besides, I don't know how late the dinner will go."
"If you think I'm going to let you drive to Lima by yourself, with everything that's been going on, you're crazy."
"Do you really think I'm in danger?"
"I don't know, but I'm not taking any chances, especially since being at home isn't good for you."
"That was just one weekend, Blaine. If anything I need to go home more. I think my dad will feel better about everything if I visit more so he can see that I'm safe and doing fine."
"The last thing you need to do is go home more, Kurt. I'll drive you down on Saturday, I'll wait for you, and we'll come back Saturday night."
"That's silly, and unnecessary, and there is nothing wrong with my going home."
"Regardless, I'm not letting you drive by yourself. I'll drive you to Lima Saturday, wait for you, and bring you back home. End of discussion."
Kurt stewed for a moment.
It's really not that big a deal…
It'll be nice to have him drive me…
It is safer…
Something in Kurt couldn't let it go.
"No. I will drive myself to Lima, and back here on Sunday."
"No."
"Blaine…"
"No! And if you keep arguing with me, I won't let you go!"
"What!"
"You heard me!"
"Are you kidding? You can't keep me here!"
Blaine lunged, pushing Kurt up against the wall, pinning his hands above his head. "Can't I, Kurt?"
Kurt's frustration level hit a new high as his mind raged against Blaine, while his body filled with arousal.
"Get off of me!"
"You're not leaving!"
"Yes, I am!"
"No, you're not!"
"You can't stop me!"
A heated rush filled Blaine's mind as he stared into Kurt's bright blue eyes, shining with anger, a surprising lust, and the tiniest hint of fear. His blood ran hotter in his veins, as his hands tightened around Kurt's, pressing them firmer into the wall.
Gag him, put him in the arm binder, lock him in the closet, and then fuck him until he passes out. After a few days he'll see things your way.
Blaine blinked.
Whoa.
What?
Blaine stepped back and Kurt seized the moment to jump away from him. He grabbed his backpack and ran to the door, his eyes filled with tears.
"Why are you always so fucking unreasonable? I am perfectly capable of driving myself home, and I'll go home whenever I damn well please, starting with this weekend!"
Kurt slammed the door behind him.
x-x-x
Doug jumped when the door to the room opened.
"Hi."
"Jeez. You scared me."
"Sorry." Kurt threw down his book bag and sat down on the bed. Doug looked at him curiously.
"Are you moving back in?"
Kurt looked around. A few of Doug's things were on Kurt's dresser and his bookshelf was completely filled with Doug's DVDs, CDs and books.
"I guess not."
Doug was sheepish. "Sorry, but I thought you moved in with Blaine. You haven't slept here in months."
Kurt fell back on the bed. "I know. I'm sorry."
"So, what are you doing here?"
"We had a fight."
"Oh. Well, technically this is still your room, so if you wanna move back in that's fine with me. Just let me know and I'll get my stuff outta your way."
"I'm not moving in. I just needed to escape for a while."
"Oh. Okay." Doug turned back to his desk. A minute later he turned around.
"So, what happened?"
"I love him, but he can be a little controlling and over protective. No. A lot over protective."
Doug looked thoughtful. "His family is into a lot of dangerous shit. He should protect you."
But who's going to protect me from Blaine?
Kurt spent the rest of the evening in his room, fighting with himself.
Who's really being unreasonable, you or him? He just wants to drive you home. Why is that a bad thing? He wants to protect you. Why are you fighting him?
But how much control do I want to give him over my life? He's already controlling as hell, and Anastasia said things will get worse. If I don't fight back now…
But why are you fighting back? Haven't you always wanted someone to protect you? You've always had to fight alone. Aren't you tired of always having to fight, and of being alone? Just let him love you and take care of you.
Kurt skipped dinner and decided to stay the night. He found an old pair of sweatpants he'd left in a drawer, and Doug gave him a t-shirt. Just as he lay down and closed his eyes, his cell phone rang with a text.
I love you.
Kurt read it and felt a knot in his throat. He was about to respond when a second message arrived.
I need you.
Then another.
I'm sorry.
And another.
I can't lose you. You mean everything to me. Everything.
I love you.
Kurt couldn't understand why he was crying, but he brushed away his tears and responded.
I love you too.
He rolled over and tried to fall asleep. After an hour of tossing and turning he climbed out of bed and quietly made his way down the hall and up the stairs to Blaine's room. He was about to knock since he didn't have his key, but decided to try the doorknob. The door opened. He quietly stepped inside and locked the door behind him. He slipped into bed beside Blaine who immediately rolled over and wrapped his arms around him without a word.
x-x-x
The next morning as they stood under the warm spray of the shower, they kissed long and deep. Just kisses, nothing more. Both the warm water and the kisses poured relief into both of them. Blaine nuzzled his face into Kurt's neck. "Today is Wednesday. Butt plug day."
A happy thrill rippled through Kurt. He loved butt plug day. It made him feel even closer to Blaine than usual, and after last night's argument, he needed the close, connected feeling.
Kurt stood still while Blaine gently stretched him open before roughly shoving the plug deep in his ass. Kurt yelped and jumped.
"Stand still."
Blaine carefully locked the plug in place with a harness.
Kurt looked down at the leather wrapped around him. "What is this?"
"A harness to keep the plug in." Blaine held up a small key and padlock. "Just protecting what's mine."
Kurt couldn't believe how hard he felt.
Blaine pulled Kurt's boxers and pants up, smirking at Kurt's erection. Kurt studied himself in the mirror to make sure no trace of the harness showed.
"Why a harness?"
"I wouldn't want you to get bored."
Kurt looked uneasily at Blaine. Something was going on.
"Till lunchtime?"
Blaine shrugged. "Let's just see how you do."
Kurt's pulse quickened.
"Blaine, about last night…"
Blaine cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips.
"Later gorgeous. We'll talk about it later. Come on."
Warning bells went off in Kurt's head.
What was Blaine up to?
x-x-x
By history class Kurt had been lured into a false sense of security. Today was just like every other Wednesday that he'd worn the plug. The only difference was that this one was locked into place. The fact that there was a real lock, and only Blaine had the key, turned Kurt on.
He slipped into his assigned seat for history class, and looked at Blaine. Blaine smiled at him sweetly, but there was something in his eyes…
Kurt didn't have time to figure it out because the teacher called the class to order. Kurt took out his notebook and pen and settled in to hear all about global political change of the 1950s.
He was writing mid-sentence when a strong jolt shot up his ass and hit his prostate head on. He gasped loudly.
The teacher paused for a moment and looked at him. Kurt shook his head slightly and mouthed, "Sorry." The teacher continued. Another jolt hit him and he gripped the sides of the desk, his knuckles turning white as his fingers pressed into the wood so hard, he was sure they would leave imprints.
What the hell?
A rapid fire stream of jolts flooded his ass. He closed his eyes and managed not to scream, but the teacher stopped and looked at him.
"Mr. Hummel, are you okay?"
Kurt pressed his lips together, scared he would wail from the new stream of power sliding into his ass, stronger, and faster than before. He shook his head.
"Perhaps you should report to the nurse's office. I think she's in today."
Kurt nodded and slowly reached down for his bag. The pulses stopped and he managed to get his notebook in the bag and stand up. He was almost out the door when…
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
The plug attacked his ass.
He stumbled into the hallway as the sensations in his ass exploded. He fell against the lockers, moaning and whimpering. He tried to take a few steps, but was practically paralyzed by what was happening. He leaned against the lockers and fought the urge to reach down and stroke his cock right there in the middle of the hallway. Suddenly the sensations lessoned and slowed, allowing him to catch his breath.
"Walk down the hall and turn left."
Kurt turned to see Blaine standing there, his eyes shining with lust, an amused, almost evil smile on his face.
"Blaine…what did you…" Kurt choked on his words as Blaine sent a strong pulse shooting through his ass. He reached over and took Kurt's bag. "Down the hall and to the left, Kurt."
Kurt started walking. They headed down one hallway and through another before arriving in the music wing. They stopped at a room at the end of the hall in the corner. Blaine took out a key and unlocked the door. The walls and floor were covered in carpet and there were no windows. A few music stands were in the corner next to two chairs. Blaine locked the door.
"I always thought this was a neat room. It's a sealed practice room. Sound proof walls. Only the honors music students have access. And me."
"Blaine, what kind…"
Kurt screamed as Blaine pushed a button on a small black box Kurt noticed for the first time.
"What kind of butt plug are you wearing? Why gorgeous, certainly you can figure that out."
Blaine increased the power and Kurt fell to his knees with a wail. Blaine put down their bags, took off his blazer, and pulled over a chair to sit down. Kurt was still on his knees, breathing hard and moaning. He looked up at Blaine.
"Please…"
"It's a vibrating plug, Kurt. One of the most powerful available."
Kurt wasn't listening. He was trying to unzip his pants with trembling hands. Just one stroke would be enough…
"Oh no, gorgeous. Can't let you do that."
Blaine jumped up and grabbed his bag. Kurt's hands were cuffed behind his back in seconds.
Blaine sat down and placed his hands around Kurt's neck, squeezing.
"How many times do we have to revisit this? You're always being a bad boy, Kurt. Never asking permission until you've already committed. This has to stop."
Blaine increased the intensity. Kurt screamed.
"Blaine…please…please…"
"Yes?"
"I need to come…please….fuck me…something…please…"
"No, Kurt. You need to learn to stop speaking until I've told you what to say. Your mouth needs to be full of me."
Blaine unzipped his pants and took out his cock. "Maybe a mouthful of my cock will help."
Kurt half groaned and half choked around Blaine's cock. After a minute, Blaine pushed himself even deeper down Kurt's throat while simultaneously sending stronger sensations up his ass. He pulled out a bit and started fucking Kurt's mouth, increasing the power with every thrust forward.
Kurt's body throbbed on the brink of explosion. His underwear was wet from all the precum dripping from his aching cock, and his throat burned from the fucking to his mouth, but his mind was in the warm, hazy, space created whenever he submitted to Blaine. He was swimming in delicious sexual agony.
Blaine suddenly stilled and grabbed Kurt's hair. He lodged his cock deep down Kurt's throat, and held him in place, Kurt's face pressed to his balls. Kurt gagged and whined, but Blaine held him there.
"I love you, Kurt. I love you so much. I don't want you to end up like Lisa. I can't….I could never survive that. Don't you understand? I have to make arrangements to protect you at all times, especially when you plan to leave campus. You must ask me before you leave so I can make sure you're gonna be safe. I don't care if it's your dad. I'm tired of having this conversation with you. Just do what I tell you!"
Blaine allowed Kurt to come up for air before shoving his cock down his throat one final time.
"Swallow!"
Kurt was actually grateful for the cum running down his throat. It eased the soreness and sting. Now if he could just get Blaine to let him come.
Blaine removed the handcuffs and helped Kurt stand. He pushed him up against the wall and lowered the vibration level before dropping to his knees. He unzipped Kurt's pants, took out his cock and sucked it into his mouth.
Kurt came with a long, high-pitched scream.
And passed out.
x-x-x
That evening Kurt lay naked on his stomach, thinking and trying not to fall asleep.
He was exhausted. His body drained and spent.
Blaine had made him wear the plug the entire day. It buzzed gently in his ass, keeping him in a constant state of arousal and need. By the time school was over, he was a trembling mess. Blaine told everyone Kurt wasn't feeling well, and they skipped Warbler practice to return to their room. Once inside, Kurt collapsed to the floor and begged.
"Blaine…Blaine please…please…"
Blaine dropped to his knees and caressed Kurt's face, kissing him affectionately. "Of course, gorgeous." He turned off the plug and removed it along with the harness. Kurt sagged against him in relief, but at the same time, his ass felt incredibly empty, and he was longing to come. He was grateful when Blaine pulled him to his feet and began undressing him while whispering lovingly.
"You were so good today, Kurt. So beautiful. The way you screamed…the way you choked on my cock…so gorgeous. I love you so much, Kurt."
Kurt melted and pressed kisses to Blaine's lips and face, his fingers twisting into Blaine's shirt, trying to get closer. He'd never felt so needy before.
Blaine pulled away and sat down on the bed. He ran his eyes up and down Kurt's body, noticing that his smooth alabaster skin was clear and free of the usual bruises and signs of Blaine's rough passion. Blaine frowned. He preferred Kurt's skin marked with signs of him. Of his ownership of Kurt's body.
"I think we should end the day with a spanking, gorgeous? Don't you?"
Kurt stared at him like a deer caught in headlights. "Y-yes."
"Good. Come here."
Kurt obediently bent over Blaine's lap. His poor ass was about to be sore inside, and out.
Blaine gently rubbed and massaged his butt cheeks before trailing his fingers down the crack. He took a moment to inspect Kurt's hole. It was red, loose and open. So welcoming.
"I'll have to fuck you later, gorgeous, but for now…"
He smacked Kurt's ass hard and continued until it was bright red and Kurt was crying and shamelessly begging for cock. He wanted to be fucked so badly. His body was starving for it after being trapped in a constant state of arousal all day.
Once he finished spanking him, Blaine settled him on the bed and rubbed cream all over his ass. He handcuffed his hands in front of him, and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek.
"I know you're tired, so I'm going to do my homework and yours."
Blaine sat down at his desk and got to work. Kurt watched him. At one point Blaine looked over at him and smiled.
"I love you, Kurt, and I look forward to taking you to the dance on Friday, and driving you home on Saturday."
Kurt closed his eyes and whispered, "I love you, too."
Telio sat at his desk and studied the sketch of Cooper's condo. It was hand drawn with a pencil. The only color was red circles indicating security cameras. He'd been studying it for days, memorizing the layout, and mapping his entrance in, and exit out of the building.
He folded up the map and placed it in his desk drawer before going to his closet to take out a small black box tucked away in the back. He unlocked it and took out his Glock 19. He held it in his hand for a moment before putting it back inside the box.
He lay back on his bed and closed his eyes. An image of Alicia naked immediately popped into his head. He'd never actually seen her naked, so it was totally his imagination, but it worked. He snaked his hand down between his legs and wished he could smell her again. He now understood why guys asked for girl's underwear. He'd give anything to smell her arousal again. You can't ask her for a pair of worn underwear, you weirdo. You also can't ask her to sleep with you just because you're about to kill someone. Get your head out of your ass.
Telio sighed and unzipped his pants.
For now his imagination would have to do.
Blaine played around on his cell phone while hanging out in the common room of his dorm floor. He was dressed and ready to go to the dance, but waiting for Kurt who had kicked him out of their room. Kurt was taking Blaine's instructions to surprise him with something sexy, very seriously.
"Are you kidding me?"
"I can't surprise you if I'm getting dressed in front of you."
"Then get dressed in the bathroom."
"Just wait for me in the common room!"
Blaine could hear the laughter of guys heading over to the hall for the dance. He wondered when Telio would be down.
"Blaine?"
Blaine looked up to see Timothy Schlossman.
"Hey! Hi!"
"Hi."
Blaine studied his face and looked into his eyes.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Timothy…"
Timothy cut him off with the urgent need of an addict.
"Hey, Blaine. Um…do you…uh…I was wondering…umm…"
"Timothy, what have you been doing?"
Timothy shook his head, eyes wide. "Me? No. Nothing. I haven't…well…I mean, I did…um…but not tonight. I…uh…that's actually what I wanted to ask you. Um, do you think that maybe you could get in touch with your brother for me? Well not for me, um, but I have a friend…"
Blaine jumped up. "No! Timothy, no! You can't start using again! What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Timothy looked like he might cry. "I'm not! At least, I'm trying, but…your brother's been selling this amazing shit, Blaine. It's fucking amazing, and…"
Timothy ran his hands through his hair, and then whispered. "I'm sorry. Please don't tell anyone."
Blaine shook his head. "I have to. You need help."
"No! No! They'll send me away again, and I don't wanna go away! I wanna stay here!"
Blaine looked around and hoped Kurt took at least 10 minutes longer.
"Alright, look. I won't tell anyone here, but I am telling your brother. He loves you, and…"
Timothy turned angry. "No! Don't you dare! You tell my brother, and I'll tell everyone you're dealing drugs at Dalton!"
"What?"
"I will! I will! They'll believe me too!"
Blaine slowly sat down on the couch and rubbed his forehead. Day by day his life was growing more complicated due to other people. Why can't I just go to school during the day, and fuck Kurt at night? Why do I have to deal with so much shit?
Timothy leaned against the wall and hung his head. "I'm sorry, Blaine. I didn't mean it. I'd never do that to you. You've always been nice to me. I'm sorry."
"My brother's been selling you drugs?"
"No. Um…he has a friend. Skylar. But he disappeared for a while, and…your brother hooked me up. Said Skylar went on vacation, so he would help me until he got back. It was just one time, Blaine. I swear."
Blaine stared into his eyes. Liar.
A moment passed and then Blaine jumped up and lunged at Timothy, slamming him into the wall and holding him there.
"Ow!"
"You fucking listen to me, Timothy. No. More. Drugs. Do you hear me? I catch you using….I find out you're using…I'm gonna beat your ass. Do you understand me? I'm gonna beat your ass and call your brother, and your mother, and your father. Do you hear me?"
Timothy nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I won't. I promise."
"I mean it, Timothy. You're better than this. You're worth more than this. Don't let this shit fuck up your future."
Timothy nodded vigorously. "I know. I know."
Blaine stepped back and Timothy moved towards the door.
"I-I'm sorry, Blaine."
"Just take care of yourself, please?"
Timothy nodded and left.
Blaine pulled out his phone and dialed Cooper's number.
Voicemail.
"Stay the fuck away from Timothy Schlossman! Do you hear me? Stay the fuck away from him, and tell that piece of shit Skylar to stay away from him too! I find out you're selling to him, I'm gonna kick your ass! Haven't you caused enough trouble? Stay away from Timothy!"
Blaine hung up and started pacing around the room. Two minutes later his phone rang. Cooper.
"Yeah?"
"Where the fuck do you get off threatening me? You may be the boss in dad's eyes, but you're not the boss of me! Fuck you!"
"Just stay away from Timothy!"
"Did you just hear what I said? I don't take orders from you!"
"Stay away from Timothy and tell Skylar if I find out that he's selling to…"
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want you fucking faggot! You fuck with me and you'll regret it! Do you hear me? Don't fucking push me, Blaine! I will shoot your ass dead!"
Cooper hung up.
"Hey sexy."
Blaine looked up to see Kurt standing there looking fabulous in a black suit, white shirt, and red and black bowtie. His hair was swept up and he was wearing sunglasses. He spun around and struck a pose.
"Well?"
Blaine's body was already coursing with adrenaline and energy from his conversation with Timothy and his brother, but seeing Kurt looking like sex on a stick redirected that energy to his sex drive. He stood up and walked over to Kurt, forcing him to walk backwards until he was against the wall.
"I think you look good enough to eat, and I'm very, very hungry." Blaine dove in under Kurt's ear and sucked a large red mark into his skin. Kurt sighed happily. "Come on, let's go. You can feast on me later."
Blaine shook his head. No. He needed a release. "Uh, uh. Suck my cock."
Kurt looked around nervously. "Here?"
"Yes."
"Blaine…this is the common room. Someone could walk in at any moment, and people are wandering around because of the dance."
"Don't care. On your knees."
"Let's just go back to the room."
"This is what I'm talking about, Kurt. Way too much talking when your mouth should be full of my cock. On. Your. Knees."
Kurt looked around and slowly dropped to the floor. "If I mess up my pants…"
Blaine interrupted. "I'll buy you five new pairs. Now suck."
Blaine watched Kurt's fingers undo his belt and unbutton and unzip his pants. It reminded him of Kurt loading the gun and he felt even more turned on.
Kurt glanced around furtively before leaning in to suck the cock into his mouth. He never failed to be impressed with the amazing size, length, and thickness of Blaine's cock. Even when Blaine wasn't trying to choke him, he always felt a slight threat of choking because the cock was so damn big and long. As he sucked, the hot need to be fucked snaked up his spine. He'd been fighting it since Wednesday night when Blaine had decided to make him wait.
"I think being hungry for my cock is healthy for you, Kurt. Maybe the hunger will make you think before you open your mouth."
Kurt prepared to receive a mouth full of cum as he sensed Blaine's rising orgasm. Blaine pressed his hands into the wall to avoid messing up Kurt's hair and came with a long, quiet moan. Kurt swallowed and pulled off. He leaned his forehead against Blaine's thigh to rest for a moment and catch his breath. He ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth. He loved the taste of Blaine's cum, a thought that made him smile. Blaine reached down and pulled him to his feet. He snaked his hand between Kurt's legs to rub his hard cock.
"Thank you, gorgeous. If you behave this weekend, I might return the favor."
Kurt whined. "Stop teasing. You're so cruel to me."
Blaine's eyes flashed. "Cruel, huh?"
"Yes. You're sexually cruel."
Blaine smiled. "I absolutely love the sound of that, especially since I know you love it. Right?"
Kurt closed his eyes and breathed out in a whisper.
"Yes."
It was an unusually warm night, so everyone was in a doubly good mood. Practically everyone was on the dance floor, gyrating and grinding to the music until the teachers stepped in to break them apart. Telio allowed Alicia to drag him on to the dance floor, and surprised everyone by being an excellent dancer. All those years of learning how to control and move his body had given him a natural grace and rhythm.
After several songs, they stopped to take a bathroom break. As he was about to walk out, his cell phone rang.
Mario.
"Hello?"
"Martin will pick you up Tuesday at 3:30 pm."
"Martin?"
"Yes. He wanted to be the one to pick you up before and after. I think he's excited that you will finally put all of his training to use."
"Okay."
"I've made arrangements. You will have plenty of time to talk to him one on one."
"Okay."
"Are you sure you're ready? I'll understand if you've changed your mind."
"No. I'm good. I'm ready."
"Good. You'll do fine. I'm proud of you, Telio. You've grown into a fine young man. Your father would be very proud of you."
"Thank you."
"Be careful."
"I will."
There was moment of silence and then, "Telio…we love you. Stasia and I. You know that, right?"
Telio almost dropped the phone. "Um…yeah. Uh…um…thank you."
"Okay. Good luck, son."
Telio hung up and leaned against the wall, stunned more by Mario's talk of love than by the fact that he was scheduled to kill a man on Tuesday. He'd never really thought they loved him. Maybe Anastasia because it was her nature to love, but not Mario. Mario had always made a point of distinguishing between him, Cooper and Blaine. Cooper and Blaine were blood, Telio was not; something Cooper never let him forget. The only Anderson he'd ever felt loved by was Blaine.
He walked back inside and spotted Alicia talking to two other girls.
Does she love me? Of course not, you idiot. It's too soon.
He walked over and waited for her to finish talking. She turned to him and smiled as a slow song came on.
"Dance with me."
Telio nodded and followed her out to the dance floor. He settled his hands on her hips, squeezing a little firmer than he meant to. She shot him a brief look of surprise before settling closer to his body. He closed his eyes and inched forward…just…a little…more…
Ohhh….
His cock pressed against her, hard and eager. She didn't move away. Instead she slowly moved her hips in smooth rhythm to the music, pressing against him.
Fuuuckkk…
Telio's grip tightened on her waist. His whisper was warm and rough.
"God, I need you."
Alicia pulled back a little to look into his eyes, but didn't say a word. She leaned back in and continued moving her hips in time to the music, lightly brushing his cock.
Telio closed his eyes and tried to stop the escalating arousal going on inside his pants and his head, but Alicia started running her hands up and down his back, sending soft currents rippling through his body. Telio released her and pulled away. If he didn't stop this he was going to get himself in trouble.
"Let's go outside."
Alicia nodded and allowed him to pull her through the crowd towards the French doors leading to the back deck. There were a few other students outside enjoying the warm night air under the watchful eyes of two teachers. Telio looked around and quickly headed to the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, two students were making out hot and heavy. Telio and Alicia slid past them and walked around to the space under the stairs.
A brief questioning look passed between them before Telio slowly pushed Alicia against the wall and pressed his mouth to hers. She moaned and pulled him closer, the kiss shifting from soft and seeking, to firm and demanding. Telio pressed in, grinding his hard cock against her. Their breathing grew heavier, their kisses wetter and hungrier, and suddenly he was lifting her up against the wall and driving into her, desperately seeking the right sensation through their clothes. Alicia draped her arms over his shoulders, wrapped her legs tight around his waist, closed her eyes and held on as he started literally banging her into the concrete wall. Realizing this was a bad idea, he stopped and shifted to a slow, hard, grind and slide action. Every nerve in his body was burning with a need for more, more, more.
Giggling and laughter in the distance caused them to freeze. Alicia opened her eyes and could see a few students several feet away, chasing each other around.
"We'd better stop before they notice us."
Telio carefully lowered her to the ground and took a step back.
Shit.
This had been a bad idea.
His body was on fire. A burning he'd never experienced before. His cock was rock hard and aching while his body buzzed with a strong, wanting desire.
He wanted to fuck her. Needed to fuck her.
And there was no way to do it.
Never mind that she might not even be ready for that.
Alicia looked just as hungry and lustful as Telio. Her voice was thick and husky. "Are you okay?"
He nodded stiffly and fixed his clothes. Fuck no I'm not okay. Do you have any idea how badly I want you right now?
He trembled when she placed her hand on his shoulder and ran her hand down his arm to take his hand. "I wish we could be alone."
Telio nodded silently. You have no idea how badly I wanna be alone with you.
"Do you wanna go back inside?" Alicia shook her head. They walked back up the steps and looked around. Alicia spotted a few girls she knew sitting with a couple of guys.
"Let's just hang out here for a while."
There wasn't enough room on the bench, so Telio sat down and Alicia sat on his lap. He stared at her as she easily joined the conversation, laughing and talking with the others. At one point she looked at him and smiled that amazing, beautiful smile that did things inside him he still didn't understand.
Would she still like me if she knew I'm about to commit murder?
x-x-x
Inside the dance, Andrew McDaniels was watching Kurt and Blaine sway gracefully to the song, "A Thousand Years." They were staring into each other's eyes, seemingly mesmerized by one another. Andrew had kept his distance from Kurt over the past month, especially since Kurt never seemed to be alone. Blaine was always by his side.
Doug walked over and stood next to him to wait for Courtney who was consoling a girl who was upset about some guy dancing with someone else. Doug couldn't stand all the over-the-top drama of the girls circled around their wronged friend.
"What's up?"
Andrew didn't answer.
Doug followed his gaze and shook his head.
"Are you serious? You're still hung up on Kurt?"
Andrew shook his head. "No."
Doug scoffed. "Yeah, right."
The two stood there for a minute before Doug said, "They've been fighting."
"What?"
"Yeah, Kurt came back to the room the other night to escape."
Andrew continued staring at Kurt.
"Dad?"
Saturday afternoon, Burt came out of the kitchen to greet Kurt, his smile dropping slightly when he saw Blaine standing by the front door. He wrapped Kurt in a hug.
"Hey, kid. Good to see you. I'm glad you're here."
"Of course I'm here. I'm glad there's finally something I can do to be supportive. I feel like I've done nothing to help you get elected."
Blaine's stomach churned. He swallowed and stepped forward.
"Hi Mr. Hummel. Good to see you again, sir."
Burt shook his outstretched hand. "Blaine." What the hell are you doing here?
There was an uncomfortable moment of silence as Kurt looked nervously between his father and his boyfriend.
"Well, I guess I'll call you when the dinner's over. You can pick me up from there."
Burt frowned. "You're going back to school tonight? I thought you'd stay the night and we could all go to breakfast in the morning."
Kurt glanced at Blaine and back at his dad. "Um, no. Blaine drove me down and we're going to drive back tonight."
"Why are you hurrying back?"
"I…well, you know. I have a lot of work to do. School work." Kurt could feel Blaine's eyes boring into him, but he kept his eyes on his dad.
"Why don't you stay? It's early. You can take the next few hours to do your school work before we have to leave."
Kurt looked a little lost. Blaine spoke up, his voice innocent and light. "Yeah, Kurt. Did you happen to bring your books?"
"Uh, no. I didn't. I didn't think I'd need them."
Silence.
"Well," said Burt, "I guess you're going back tonight."
Blaine nodded and smiled at Kurt. "Just call me when you're ready."
"Where are you going? What are you gonna do over the next few hours?"
"Oh, don't worry about me. Have a good time and call me whenever you're ready."
Instead of the chaste kiss of his last visit, Blaine pressed his mouth to Kurt's for a long seven seconds.
"Good luck tonight, Mr. Hummel." I. Fucking. Win.
Burt managed to growl out, "Thanks."
Kurt walked Blaine out to the car where Telio was waiting.
"I knew I should have planned to spend the night."
Blaine took Kurt's hand, curling his fingers into the bracelet.
"No. You belong in my bed tonight."
"Maybe I'll come home next weekend to make it up to him."
Blaine frowned at him.
Kurt was exasperated. "Blaine, he's my dad! I love him. I'm not going to stop coming home. When my mom died it was just the two of us. We struggled to find our rhythm, but we eventually did and I love him."
"And I love you."
"I know you do, which is why I hope you'll try to understand that I need to come home sometimes. Not every weekend, but at least once a month."
Blaine sighed heavily. "I just wanna keep you safe Kurt."
"I am safe here. No one here knows anything about you or me, and besides that, my dad will protect me. He's always protected me."
Like he protected you from the bullying assholes at McKinley? And how he's trying to protect you by telling you to dump me?
"Your father can't protect you the way I can, Kurt. I doubt he owns a gun."
Kurt wondered about that. He really didn't know.
"I'd better go in."
"Okay. Call me when you're ready to go. I love you."
"I love you too."
Blaine climbed into the car and Telio started the engine.
"Where to?"
"There's a restaurant called Breadstix on Main Street. We'll hang out there until it's time for the dinner. Then we'll go over there and keep an eye on things."
x-x-x
"So, what do you think about New York?"
Telio looked up from the sandwich he was eating. "New York?"
Blaine nodded. "Yeah. I've been thinking that it's time we took over New York."
"New York is Chartussi territory."
"Not for long. Think about it. Assuming there really is a war between the families, we could wipe out the Chartussis and take over New York."
"You wanna run New York?"
"Absolutely. It would be perfect."
"Perfect because that's where Kurt wants to be?"
"Well…in part."
Telio took another bite of his sandwich.
"Alicia plans to go to D.C."
"So what?"
Telio glared at him. "Maybe I wanna go to D.C., too."
"She's not even your girlfriend. Besides, there's no business in D.C. D.C. has always been too dangerous to run out of."
"Blaine, stop thinking with your dick and use your other head for a minute. New York is no walk in the park. Everyone wants New York. Do you really think the other families are going to just let us waltz in and take it? War or not? There will be constant challenges. We'll be in a fight with someone every other day. No one bothered Chartussi because its been his for so long, but you better believe they will come after us. Constantly."
"Not if we make enough early examples of those who attack us. Brutality quickly leads to obedience by those who both experience and witness it. We deal with the early challengers quickly, efficiently, and viciously, and we won't have any problems."
Well damn.
Feeling Telio's stare, Blaine looked at him, shrugged, and stabbed his salad.
Telio continued to stare.
You really can't judge him.
You're about to kill a man.
On Tuesday at 3:00 pm, Telio quickly walked to his room. He changed into back jeans, a t-shirt, and a black hoodie. He emptied his book bag, and then repacked it with a notebook, his English book, $3,000 in cash, and his gun. He placed his wallet in his nightstand. He cleared all history on his cell phone, and deleted Alicia's contact information. He slipped the phone into his pocket, grabbed his keys and went to wait on the steps.
Martin pulled up at exactly 3:30 pm. Telio climbed in and buckled his seat belt.
"Hi."
"Hello, Telio. You good? You ready?"
"Yes."
Martin nodded and pulled off.
As they drove, Martin gave directions.
"I will drop you off at the corner of Madison and Clyde, about half a mile away from the condo. Cooper should be gone for at least an hour or more. Skylar is jumpy, but he shouldn't suspect anything. Two shots to the head and out. Look under the seat. You will use that gun."
Telio pulled out the gun from under his seat. It had a silencer.
"I loaded it and tested it myself. Didn't want anything jamming on you."
Telio nodded.
"Anything feels wrong or off, get the hell out of there. Understand?"
"Yeah."
"When it's done, walk down to the corner of Elm and Marysdale. I'll be waiting for you."
"Okay."
They rode the rest of the way in silence. Telio kept waiting for nervousness to kick in, but it didn't. He felt very calm. Strong. Capable.
As they approached the drop off point, Martin looked over at him.
"You still alright?"
"Yeah."
"If you wanna back out, you can. Mario will…"
"I don't wanna back out. I'm ready to do this. I want to do this."
Martin smiled at the strength and determination in his voice. "Good. You're calm and steady. Just like your father. He would be so proud of you."
"Thanks."
The car came to a stop. Telio pulled up his hood, and worked his back pack on. Martin reached over and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You are the youngest, and best man I have ever trained, Telio. A natural. Just relax and have confidence in your skills. Trust your training."
Telio nodded and opened the door.
"Elm and Marysdale. I'll be waiting."
Telio closed the door and started walking. He slowed down as he neared the building, glancing around to see if he was being followed or observed. Seeing no one, he cut across a parking lot and walked down the next street over, coming up on back of the building. He pulled his hoodie up a little tighter, ducked his head down and walked towards the building. There was a basement window tucked behind a bush that he planned to open and slip through, but as luck would have it, someone was receiving a couch delivery so the back door and freight elevator was open. He slipped through the back door and headed up the stairs to the seventh floor.
He emerged from the stairs into the hallway. He walked slowly, taking several deep breaths before arriving in front of Cooper's door. He took one more deep breath, closed his eyes, relaxed, and knocked.
He could hear whispering inside. Shit. Who was Skylar whispering to? He was supposed to be alone. He knocked again and stared straight at the peephole. The door flew open.
Skylar scowled at him. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for Cooper."
"Well he ain't here." Skylar went to close the door, but Telio stopped him by sticking out his foot.
If possible, never touch the entrance to your kill scene.
"I'll wait."
"No you won't. Get lost."
Telio pushed open the door by leaning on it with his arm and Skylar stumbled back a little. Telio noted the gun in his hand.
"Yeah, I will." He walked into the living room.
Turning your back on an armed man gives the illusion that you trust him, so only do so when you're sure he won't shoot you.
Skylar grumbled and closed the door. He walked over to the couch and plopped down, tossing the gun next to him. He frowned at Telio.
"What do you want with Cooper? Running an errand for your owners?"
Telio ignored him and sat down in an armchair. He looked around the room and towards the hallway. He was sure someone else was there.
"You got a hooker in here with you?"
Skylar glared at him angrily. "No! I don't need to pay for sex!"
Telio laughed and sat back. "Right."
You relax, your victim relaxes. Let's down their guard.
Skylar was now staring at him with a questioning expression.
"Seriously, what are you doing here?"
"Mario sent me. I have some important news and a message for Cooper."
"What?"
"You're not Cooper."
"And you're not an Anderson, and you never will be. You'll always be nothing more than their adopted mutt. Following Blaine around, licking his balls."
Telio licked his lips as his blood raced a little faster. A little hotter. He was ready to blow the asshole away, but he was sure someone else was there. He could sense another presence. Not Cooper, but definitely someone.
Skylar looked disappointed not to get rise out of Telio. He grabbed the TV remote. "Well, I don't know when he's going to be back, so you might wanna leave and come back later."
"I'll wait."
"Suit yourself."
Skylar turned on the TV. Telio could feel impatience creeping up on him. The cool steel of the gun felt good against the skin of his waist. He focused on the coolness.
Stay calm. Only silly men are ruled by impatience, and silly men end up dead.
Skylar suddenly turned off the TV and looked at Telio. Telio stared back, his fingers twitching. Maybe he should just take a chance. He could be wrong about someone else being there…
Trust your instincts and your training.
Skylar cocked his head to the side. "Don't you get tired of it?"
"Tired of what?"
"Being the family pet."
"Jealous?"
Skylar smiled meanly. "Hell no. I actually belong because I'm Cooper's best friend. You're just an illegitimate bastard they took in because your father was too stupid to stay alive, and your whore mother let some john choke the shit out of her. Probably during sex." Skylar laughed.
Okay. Time to shoot this motherfucker.
Suddenly a bedroom door opened and Jeremy came walking down the hall. He stopped when he saw Telio.
Skylar spoke up. "This is Telio, Blaine's pet. That's Jeremy."
Jeremy ran his eyes up and down Telio. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to see Cooper."
"Why?"
"None of your business."
Jeremy looked at him suspiciously. Telio stared back. Jeremy glanced at Skylar who had turned the TV back on. Well, if Skylar who was usually very jumpy wasn't nervous…
Telio carefully reviewed his options. He didn't want to have to come back. He wanted to do this today, but it needed to be a clean kill. How good was Skylar with a gun? If he shot Jeremy first, would he have time to shoot Skylar before he grabbed his gun and tried to shoot him?
Jeremy had been leaning against the door frame. He turned and headed into what Telio figured was the kitchen.
It's now or never.
"I'm thirsty. Can I get some water?"
Skylar didn't take his eyes off the TV. He just nodded.
Telio walked into the kitchen. Jeremy was making a sandwich.
"You guys got any bottled water?"
"Yeah, fridge." Telio moved quickly and silently across the floor. He came up behind Jeremy and fired two bullets into the back of his head. He caught his body as it fell to make sure it landed quietly on the floor versus a loud thump. While the silencer definitely muted the noise, he wasn't sure whether or not the TV was loud enough to prevent Skylar from hearing. He moved quietly to the door of the kitchen and peered around it.
Skylar was standing in the middle of the living room, sweating and shaking, his gun drawn.
"Put your gun down, Skylar. I guarantee I'll shoot you before you can shoot me."
"Shut up you fucking bastard!"
"You fire at me, Skylar and someone's gonna hear."
"I don't care!" Skylar fired, hitting the wall. Telio rolled his eyes. Great. Someone was bound to hear that. He had to get out of there.
He stepped around the corner and fired two shots straight at Skylar's chest. Skylar dropped to the floor.
Telio walked over to him and kicked the gun away. Skylar's eyes were wide open, and he was heaving and trying to talk.
"…don't…give…a…shit 'bout…you. They…use you…too…stu…pid…to see…that…you're…so…stu…"
Telio bent down and pressed the gun to Skylar's forehead.
"My mother was not a whore. She was a beautiful woman who met too many assholes like you. My father was a fucking warrior. Just like me. He was outgunned, but never outsmarted. You are a chicken shit, traitorous, son-of-a- bitch who deserves to be strung up, beaten, and buried alive. But I'll settle for shooting you in the head. Goodbye Skylar."
Telio stood up and fired one shot into Skylar's head.
He stood there for a moment and stared at Skylar's body, watching the blood trickle out of his chest and pour from his head. He walked into the kitchen to look at Jeremy. The pool of blood was slowly spreading.
Always exit a bloody scene quickly. The longer you stay, the higher the chance of getting blood on you.
He took a quick inventory of his movements to make sure he hadn't touched anything. He pulled down the sleeve of his hoodie to cover his hand as he unlocked and opened the door. As the door clicked behind him, he walked down the hall, took the elevator to the garage, and walked out the side door.
Martin was waiting right at the corner of Elm and Marysdale. Telio opened the door and slid in. Martin pulled off.
"Everything go okay?"
Telio nodded.
"You okay?"
Telio nodded.
Martin kept glancing between the road and Telio, but he couldn't sense anything.
"You sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Okay. Well Mario wants me to bring you to the house. You'll go back to school later tonight."
"Okay."
Telio closed his eyes, let his head fall back, and thought about Alicia.
x-x-x
Anastasia paced aimlessly around the kitchen, twisting her hands and shooting evil glares at Mario. Mario smiled at her which just set her off more. He loved when she got all pissed off at him. He found it cute and sexy. It also made fucking her back into submission all the more delicious.
Luther sat at the table watching their little dance. He'd sobered up and dragged himself downstairs to wait. He wanted to make sure Telio was okay, but it was hard to watch Mario and Anastasia's foreplay dance. God he missed Lisa.
"Stasia, sit down. Dancing around the kitchen isn't going to get him here faster."
Anastasia shook her head at him. "How could you do this? He's just a boy!"
"Telio is not a boy, he's a man, and I told him he didn't have to do this if he wasn't ready."
"Like he would ever say no to you! He would never disappoint you!"
"Telio's been waiting for this opportunity since he was 14. Trust me. He's ready and he'll do just fine."
"You trained a child to be a killer." Anastasia turned from him and faced the kitchen sink, searching for something to wash. Mario stepped up behind her and slid his arm around her waist. He brushed her hair aside and placed a soft kiss on her neck, right below her ear. He then whispered to her, "Would you rather Telio kill, or Blaine? Of course, Blaine will have to kill eventually, but I have a feeling he'll enjoy it just as much as I do." Mario sucked down hard on her neck while pressing his cock firmly against her ass. Anastasia closed her eyes and wondered for the millionth time over the course of her marriage, why on earth she was so turned on by a man who loved to commit murder.
Mario carefully pulled at the fabric of her dress, inching it up in the front until he was able to slide two fingers into her very wet pussy. Anastasia gasped. Mario smiled. "Glad to see you're following the rules. I'd better never catch you wearing underwear in this house." Anastasia closed her eyes and quietly moaned as Mario expertly worked his fingers inside her and around her clitoris.
Luther was still sitting at the table watching them. He could only see Mario's back, but he had a pretty good idea of what was going on. He'd witnessed these scenes hundreds of times over the years, but today was the first time he felt a twinge of jealousy. He was grateful when one of the guards ran in.
"They're back."
Mario removed his fingers and stepped back. Anastasia turned around to compose herself. Mario slowly sucked his fingers into his mouth.
"We will continue this later, my love, but with you bound and hanging from the ceiling."
Anastasia took a deep breath and headed to the living room.
Telio walked in followed by Martin.
"Darling, are you alright?"
Telio nodded. "Yeah."
Mario looked him up and down. "So everything went smoothly?"
"Yeah, but I had to kill both of them."
The room went dead silent.
Anastasia's eyes grew wide as she opened her mouth and then closed it. Her voice shook. "B-both of them?"
Telio nodded. "Some guy named Jeremy was there. I didn't really have a choice."
Mario bent over and released a breath. "Oh, fuck. Jesus. Okay." He looked up and laughed. Anastasia's hand flew to her chest as she exhaled. Martin laughed and even Luther smiled just a tiny bit.
Telio looked at them in confusion. "What?"
Martin slapped him on the back. "They thought you killed Cooper."
"Oh. No…I-I would never. Unless…"
Mario quickly interjected not wanting Anastasia to know that Telio had his permission to kill Cooper if he came after Blaine.
"Well done, Telio, well done. Why don't you go take a shower and relax? Leave the clothes you're wearing here. Don't take them back to school. If you want, you can stay here tonight and I'll write you a note to be late tomorrow."
"No, that's okay. I'll go back today."
"Okay." Mario stepped forward and placed his hands on Telio's shoulders. "Thank you, Telio. I realize I asked a great deal from you today, and you handled like a man. A warrior. I'm very proud of you, and I thank you for showing your loyalty to your family."
Telio nodded and felt a rush of pride when Mario embraced him in a hug. Once he released him, Luther stepped forward and patted him on the back.
"Well done, kid."
"Thanks. I'm glad to see you."
"I wanted to be here for you. You'll tell me all the details later, right?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Okay."
Luther turned and headed towards the stairs. Telio watched how slowly he moved, the sadness clearly in his bones, weighing him down, draining him.
Don't worry, Luther. I'll help you murder the bastard that took her from you. I'm looking forward to it.
I can't wait to kill again.
x-x-x
After a hot shower and a nap, Telio had dinner with Anastasia and Mario. He couldn't remember ever having dinner with them without Blaine. It was strange, but also comforting. Anastasia pushed for details about the girl he still refused to name, while Mario smiled proudly. He was proud and impressed. Many men would have panicked upon discovering someone else in the apartment. The fact that Telio stayed calm and took them both out was impressive. Mario hoped the loss of both of his main partners would force Cooper to return home.
By the time Telio arrived back at Dalton, it was almost 9:00 pm. He headed to his room feeling tired, but accomplished. He felt like he had finally come into himself and completed the final test towards becoming a true member of the Anderson family.
He stopped in front of his room, put the key in the lock, and stopped.
He sniffed the air.
He looked around.
He sniffed the air again.
Well, that was strange. He'd been thinking about her most of the day, and now he smelled her. It had to be his imagination.
He unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Alicia was sitting on the bed.
"Surprise!"
Telio stood there with his mouth hanging open. Alicia walked over to him with a huge grin on her face and kissed him on the cheek.
"Hi."
"Wh-what are you doing here?"
"Blaine smuggled me in as a surprise for you."
"But…how? Why?"
"He called and said you'd been depressed and he thought a visit from me might cheer you up. He and Kurt picked me up. I had to sneak out and meet them down the road. I was so freaking nervous! I was sure I was gonna get caught by a teacher driving by or something. Why didn't you tell me you were feeling sad?"
Probably because I haven't been…
Telio stared at her, his eyes fixed on her mouth. Her lips were so pretty. Full and soft with a light sheen of lip gloss. And she smelled good. Sweet, but not sugary. It was a soft, sensuous scent. So feminine and…sexy.
A warm pool simmered deep inside him. His heartbeat quickened, he felt a strange rush spread through his body, and his eyes clouded over with dark desire. He placed his hands on her waist, tight and pressing causing her to inhale short and quick, both excited and nervous by what she recognized in his eyes.
He pulled her closer and kissed her deep and wanting, taking her breath away. He trailed his lips across her cheek and down to her neck. He pulled her even closer, pressing his cock against her. His voice was raw and thick.
"I want you."
Alicia closed her eyes and hummed. His grip on her waist tightened.
"I need you."
Alicia pulled back and placed her hands on his chest.
"What do you need from me?"
Telio licked his lips. "I need to make love to you."
Alicia cocked her head to the side with a coy smile. "Do you love me?"
The answer fell from his lips with no hesitation. "Yes."
Alicia looked a little surprised, but smiled and wrapped her arms around him, bringing them close again.
"Good."
Their kisses were slow, but with a current of urgency as they removed each others clothes. Telio stared at her chest, wondering how to get the bra off. She turned around and he reached for the hooks with shaky hands, slowly undoing each one until the straps relaxed and fell from her shoulders. Alicia pulled it off and let it fall to the floor before turning back around. Telio swallowed as he stared at her breasts. Soft, round, cocoa mounds with dark peaks that made his mouth water.
Once they were both stripped down but not quite bare, they relaxed and began a slow, sweet trip full of kisses and curious exploration through soft touches. Alicia lay back on the bed and gasped as Telio wasted no time sucking her nipples into his mouth. The weight of his body coupled with his cock pressing against her thigh made her immediately spread her legs. With that simple move, her scent floated up between them, driving Telio's want towards a hot, needy hunger, but he forced himself to remain slow and cautious, taking cues from her on how to proceed.
There were more kisses, lots of touching, and then a slow slide of underwear being removed. Telio slowly snaked his hand down between her legs, and very gently slid a finger into her very wet pussy. Alicia's moaned cry frightened him, causing him to quickly withdraw his hand, but she grabbed it and guided him back down. With no words spoken, she taught him how and where to touch to drive her crazy. When he finally removed his fingers, he unashamedly brought them to his lips and sniffed.
Mmm…
Alicia watched in surprise as Telio sucked the fingers into his mouth.
Wow.
Pussy tastes delicious.
More.
Alicia watched with wide eyes as Telio slid down, settled between her legs, and licked.
And licked.
And sucked.
And completely devoured her pussy until she was crying out from a spectacular orgasm.
He listened and watched in fascination as she moaned and cried, her body shaking and trembling until she came down from the intense high and turned quiet beneath him, warm, glowing, and totally blissed out. Despite his very hard cock, Telio was content just staring at her. She looked so beautiful.
They lay quietly for almost 20 minutes before Alicia shifted and pushed against Telio's chest. He rolled off of her and she settled on top of him.
"Do you still wanna make love to me?"
"Yes."
"Um…I'm still a virgin."
Telio wasn't sure why, but he suddenly felt even more turned on. "So am I."
He reached up and pulled her down into a kiss which quickly turned heated and desperate. They rolled back over and Telio pressed his cock against her pussy, rubbing and grinding until Alicia whined breathlessly.
"I'm…I'm ready…"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
There was the awkward moment of reaching into the nightstand for condoms he never really expected to use, but had bought just because. Condom on, he moved slowly, lining himself up, and exercising every ounce of control he had to keep from sliding in quick and hard. He moved at her direction until he was all the way in.
"Ohhh, Telio…oh my God…"
They moaned, kissed and drowned in their connectedness, and the intense feeling of being so incredibly close. As Telio sped up, the sounds Alicia made underneath him sent ripples of heat across his skin, and increased the simmer inside him to a boil. She shifted, changing their angle and he increased his pace, sliding in and out of her, not too fast, but fast enough that he could feel the boil building into an eruption. All at once his body tightened. He froze and then thrust forward hard and stilled. Alicia wrapped her arms and legs tighter around him and held on as he came with a deep moan.
Wow. Wow. Wow.
The release and the relaxation that flowed through him was incredible.
Condom disposed of, underwear back on, Telio held Alicia in his arms. Alicia snuggled in, her head laying on his amazingly chiseled chest.
"Do you really love me, Telio?"
The question surprised him. "Yes. You don't believe me?"
"I want to it's just…I guess I thought you were just saying it because you wanted to…you know."
Telio shook his head. "I would never lie about something like that." Men did that to my mother her entire life.
"Good, because…I love you, too."
"You do?"
"Yeah."
"So…are you…does this mean…well...are you my girlfriend?"
Alicia sat up and smiled teasingly at him. "Are you sure you want me? I mean, having a friend was hard enough for you. Are you sure you want a girlfriend?"
Actually, I'm terrified, but I want you. I need you.
"Yes. I want you."
Alicia smiled and settled back into his arms. Telio tightened his hold on her.
And thought about Kurt's tracking bracelet.
Cooper sat on the floor of his living room rocking back and forth, a bag of coke in front of him along with a bottle of vodka and his cell phone. He took a shaky swig from the bottle before quickly sniffing four lines. The burn in both his throat and nose was comforting. It reminded him that he was alive despite doing coke for hours.
He stared at Skylar's dead body with glassy, wet eyes.
"I'm sorry, Sky. I'm so sorry, but don't worry. I'll make the fucker pay. I will. There's no one left who loves me, so I ain't got shit to lose. It's war now, Sky. I'm going to war for you. I'll get revenge. I promise. I promise. I promise…"
Thanks for hanging in there with me. I've been building things slowly, but the next chapter is when all hell breaks loose.
Happy Holidays!