WARNING: CONTAINS NON-CON SEXUAL INTERACTION, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE (SLIGHT IN THE CASE OF THIS BOOK) AND THE IDEA OF NECROPHILIA
If it were possible for a human to be a wall, Ryland Adams would be that wall. He was unmoving, his face showing no emotion as he stared blankly at the girl before him. She was talking about something – what, he wouldn't know because he had stopped listening ages ago.
"Um, hello? Are you there?" His dark blue eyes trailed up to her light ones. He hated how much they looked alike, although some may argue that she was prettier… because she was a girl. "What?" he said for probably the tenth time in about five minutes from the time his sister had randomly showed up at his and Shane's house. They were out in the backyard, Ryland reclining on a sun chair while going through his phone. Morgan's eyes flared and she cried out dramatically. "Ugh, were you really not listening to me?" "No."
She stood there with her arms crossed, her naval piercing showing from her crop top, glinting in the sunlight's rays. "I said can me and the girls have a pool party?" She flipped her hair, allowing the dyed pink ends to fall over her shoulders. Ryland breathed through his nose, looking at her as though she were stupid. "Why the hell do you need to ask me to have a pool party?" "Because it needs to be at your house, dumbass," Morgan replied snidely, giving him a rude look.
"Oh… no." He went back to looking at his phone, not even flinching when she exploded. "ARE YOU SERIOUS!?" "Yes, because what the fuck? I'm not letting you use our pool!" This was an issue the siblings had with each other; Morgan would always have some sort of dumb idea that somehow involved him, he would get mad and she'll bitch about it for years. It was the circle of life. Morgan put her hands on her hips and leaned over, gawking at him as though he were an alien. "And why not?" "The question is, why is?" "That doesn't even make sense." "Neither do you but yet here you are."
In an instant, she had pulled out a switchblade and had it pointed in his face. Ryland eyed the instrument with puzzlement but showed no real worry besides that.
"Where the hell did you hide that? In your bra? Mind you cut yourself, little sister." He smirked when he saw her face grow red with anger. "I hate you so much that it might actually be measurable on the rector scale!"
"Damn, you're funny. I'm going to use that one." Shane announced his presence to the two with the complimentary remark. As the siblings turned to face him, he went to stand beside the chair Ryland was occupying, holding a drink in one hand and taking a sip. "What are you two babies crying about now?" "I want to use your pool, for a day." Morgan fingered her hoop earring, blowing a gum bubble in their direction. "Pfft, that's it? I thought it was actually something good this time." Sniffing, he then eyed the switchblade and smirked. "Glad to see you're still carrying that thing around."
"I don't get rid of presents," Morgan playfully chirped, fluttering her eyes. Ryland sucked his teeth and Shane laughed again and shook his head. "You're ridiculous, brat. Whatever, you want to use it you can." Ryland looked at him as though he were crazy.
"What?!"
"Hah! Score 1 for Morgan, score 0 for the twink." She stuck her tongue out, giving the finger as she strutted off, her tanned legs showing off nicely in her miniskirt.
"Heh, your sister's crazy," Shane said with a chuckle, ignoring the sour look his partner was giving him. "Why do you always take her side?" This was another problem the Adams' duo encountered; for whatever reason, Shane always seemed to get in between their arguments and ultimately side with Morgan even when her side was plain stupid. "I don't," the man replied simply, taking another gulp of his drink. "Yeah, you do, and I'm sick of it."
Shane's eyes flitted to the sky briefly before scoffing as he leaned on the chair. "You're so damn dramatic sometimes, I swear." In all honesty Shane could care less about their pointless squabbles – it was entertaining to him. "You know what, I don't even care anymore. You deal with her little crew when they get here." Ryland despised Morgan's friends. They were all so bitchy and loved to get on his nerves. Shane looked in the direction where the girl had gone and smacked his lips.
"I'll deal with her and her friends, if that's what you prefer."
Ryland picked up on the double implication of that statement, and clawed him on the arm in rebuke.
"You're so fucking disgusting."
"And you're so fucking pathetic."
The two had an impromptu stare-off, both challenging the other to say or do something else. It went on for a minute or so, neither one doing a thing before it all went to hell. Shane suddenly moved his hand and poured the drink all over the man.
"What the hell!?"
Ryland jumped to his feet, a bit too quickly though because a second later he was face-flat on the ground.
Shane's laughter filled his ears and he growled lowly in his throat. "Like I said, fucking pathetic." He moved away back into the house and Ryland shot daggers at him. He slowly got up, feeling grimy and sticky and in serious need of a bath. And I just had a shower too…
Exiting the bathroom, Ryland saw Shane lying in bed. He held his phone up over his face, looking at whatever was on there with such focus that for a moment he thought he was frozen.
"Hey ugly." His call out prompted Shane to tear his eyes away from his expensive phone; he did not look the least bit pleased to see him. "What is it you imbecile?" he rudely snapped. "Someone needs another blood dunk," Ryland muttered under his breath and quickly shook his head. He went to retrieve some clothes from the closet, picking out a black sweater and ripped jeans. He was thinking about going to get something to eat later – they'd been running sort of low on food and he was starving.
When he returned he saw that Shane had returned to looking at his phone, his eyes narrowed and lips set in a prominent frown.
He was thinking about asking what it was but thought better of it. Most likely it was either one of his clients or he had just seen another review on himself that did not meet his standards. Either way Ryland did not particularly care – his business, his problem.
He got busy with dressing, glancing at the small knife he always had on him on his nightstand. Maybe I'll go for a quick run later. His encounter with Morgan and the subsequent spat with Shane had left him in a poorer mood than usual. With Shane having been overly busy for the past few months, and him generally not liking to do runs alone or with strangers, he'd been left in a situation more or less similar to his boyfriend's. He was antsy and frustrated.
He smoothed his dark hair out, the haircut he had making it look like he had a half Mohawk, with a good bit of it falling into his face. He wondered if he should get another haircut…
"Hey."
He turned his attention to Shane. His phone was no longer in his hand, and he was half sitting half lying down on the bed. "You going somewhere?" "I need to eat." As he said that his stomach growled, proving his claims. Shane sat up fully then, facing the large window on the left of their bedside. "Make sure you bring me something then." Ryland frowned, moving to get the knife from the nightstand.
"OK, where's the money?"
"The what?"
"I'm not buying you anything with my money, toad." And there it was, the beginning of yet another pointless argument over something so types of arguments were the most common between them; it didn't help at all that Shane seemed to enjoy pushing his buttons just to get a reaction.
Shane's head slowly turned to face him, his face impassive. There didn't seem to be anything to his facial expression, but Ryland, having been with him for nearly three years knew better. He was always eerily calm right before he exploded.
"I said… bring something… back for me…" Shane repeated slowly as though his boyfriend did not understand the first time. "Where's…the…money?" Ryland countered, following the note that had been used on him. Shane blinked once, twice, before suddenly flying over the bed toward him. Ryland moved to try and push him back but failed, ending up being grabbed by the front. He was slammed against a wall, hard, and if he had been shoved just a little harder he was sure his back would've broke.
"Listen to me, hunty, I know you're still pissy about your sister, but I'm not about to let you disrespect me like that," Shane growled in his ear, his hand reaching for Ryland's throat. Seeing this, he kicked at him, cursing at him. "You're a fucking piece of shit!" he spat at him, swiping his knife across his arm. It bled a little and a cut was visible on his skin.
Shane, caught off guard by it dropped him to examine the wound. It was purely superficial and wouldn't even need much attention. But it still enraged him.
"You stupid little bitch!"
He spun around quickly to see Ryland on his feet and trying to get out of the room. He chased after him. He managed to grasp the back of his sweater just as he had tumbled out the door. He threw him on to the bed, looming over him with a sinister look.
"You think you could do that shit and get away with it?" There was a horrid sound of flesh against flesh. Ryland's head flung to the side, holding his slightly pink cheek, knowing it would soon be either totally red or some other colour it wasn't naturally. He was slapped again, this time harder than the first on his other cheek.
"Fuck off you-!"
He was abruptly cut off by two hands grabbing his throat. Shane gradually applied more pressure to his hold, smiling as Ryland fought to get his hands off. "You want to say something else?" he asked in a low, malicious tone. His smile widened as Ryland's face turned red, choking as he attempted to say something only for it to come out in a gurgled cough. He kept squeezing, fully aware that he was becoming aroused by this. The way his lips were parted, desperate for breath, his eyes wide and pleading for him to release him. It nearly sent him over the edge. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. He shuddered with pleasure as his boyfriend stopped moving, passed out from the lack of oxygen.
Ryland wasn't dead though – he at least had to have some restraint when it came to his long-time partner, if not only because Ryland was the only person who's been able to withstand his volatile personality for so long.
And he'd had years of practice.
Looking down at him, he admired the way his neck was bruising from his choke-hold, red and purple fingerprints littering his throat, both cheeks now swollen from his heavy slaps. They were just some of the reminders he'd give Ryland of his place, of who he belonged to. He was still, his shallow breathing barely noticeable, some of the colour in his face being drained. He at least looked dead, and that was enough for the red-haired man. He looks so hot like this.
He undid his pants and pulled them down, then removing his own shorts to release his hard, eager dick. He licked his lips as he lightly touched himself, staring down at the unconscious form below him. "It's too bad you're passed out. I would've loved to have you feel this." He spoke darkly, chuckling as he aligned himself with Ryland. He thrust in, enveloped by his warmth and enjoying the familiar sensations of it. "Fuck…" he groaned, going on to roughly fuck his unconscious boyfriend.
He loved the way Ryland's body rocked with his thrusts, the way he lay so still, so silent and oblivious to the fact that he was even a participant. Shane imagined he really was dead and he was currently having sex with the body. The image of that sent chills through him – it reminded him of something he had done before and had thoroughly enjoyed back then. "Ugh, yes…" His movements became quicker and sloppy, his member pulsing before he finally ejaculated, collapsing on to him.
Panting, he buried his nose in Ryland's neck. He was honestly upset that he hadn't woken up in the middle of his 'quickie' but reasoned that that was something to worry about later. For now he was just exceedingly pleased and satisfied.
He wasn't hungry anymore either.
Sorry that this chapter was kind of lame but I wanted to start forming the idea of what Shane and Ryland's home life is like. What happened here doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what goes on. Chapter 4 should be ready for next week - see ya then!