Chater 4: Wet Drams

Harrison practically sprinted for his room the moment they'd got home. He shouted for his dad to not disturb him and locked the door. Instead of his bed, his mind's eye had thrust him into the future. A different place but not so different as the one from tonight. His father was a very meticulous monster, and he had perfected his craft a long time ago.

Harrison's hands slithered over himself; one into the front of his jeans and one pushing his shirt up; as his imagination made the blood extra bright and his dad had just finished clearing the new kill table of body parts. He'd even let Harrison choose the target. It was his birthday after all. A pretty young thing who had done something naughty enough to deserve the man's knife and pretty enough to have Harrison's mouth between her legs so he could feel the spasms of her death rattle all around him.

He waited just long enough for Dexter to tie off the last bag and remove his PPE before jumping at him. He pushed the man back against the table and devoured his mouth. This time, Dexter kissed him back properly, and his large hands squeezed the back of Harrison's thighs wantingly. He tucked his knees when Dexter sat back and lifted him into his lap. Pulled in close he licked into his mouth and the Dark Passanger grinned hungrily at him when they broke for air.

His back hit the table as Dexter flipped them. It smelled like iron and the man's hands somehow didn't slip in it beside where it soaked into his hair "Don't tempt me, Harrison." He warned, but the boy's hands were already between them and pulling his bloody shirt up, over his pecks to cach under his arms. His dad could say whatever he wanted about his age, but he had certainly not let himself go in the physical department. As his hands travelled back down the firm dips and curves, Harrison wondered if that was how the man kept his urges under control so well. A metric fuck ton of physical labour.

"Or what, old man?" He taunted brethlessly.

Dexter actually growled at him, the muscles in his arms tensing as he held back doing more, but didn't outright tell him to stop, so Harrison pushed the man's jeans aside and moaned when he finally got his hands on him. His knees came up on either side of Dexter's hips and he keened, felt his own jeans rapidly tightening because the man sure as shit hadn't been lying when he'd said he wasn't exactly small "Fuck." He groaned, letting go and pushing his own pants down just far enough, his mind substituting the shuffle of sheets for the slosh of fresh blood beneath him "I'm going to ache for days."

"I'm not going to hurt you." Dexter said harshly, then hissed when Harrison grabbed his ass and pulled them flush together.

"No, you won't." He agreed "You're going to get me nice and wet first." He imagined his dad's raised eyebrow and smirked as he leaned up to murmur the reason he'd been so obsessed with the man's mouth since before he'd even met him "When she was all doped up at the end, mom said she used to love it when you'd go down on her. Said you had the most amazing tongue."

"Must have been some strong drugs." Dexter offered, unsure of how else to repond to such an accusation.

"Very." Harrison nodded, swiping his tongue up over Dexter's neck before shimmying to turn over onto his belly. In his daydream, his back was covered in blood, and he grinned when he arched his hips against his dad's crotch to find him turned in by it.

Teeth latched threateningly onto the back of his neck and Harrison was reminded he was toying with a predator. One of the most infamous in history, the real one. Not the guy who'd taken the fall for it. His skin prickled when he tested the hold, and he gasped when the teeth bit into his skin harder. The last warning before it would get dangerous. He whined his submission and forced himself to settle. A gentle, pleased lick cleared the blood from the back of his neck and the sound Dexter made at the taste surprised an orgasm out of the young man. Harrison shouted and bucked as his dad held him down through it. Soft kisses to the back of his neck and a heavy weight tipped to one side as a large, calloused hand worked its way up his side, taking his shirt with it. It shifted to the centre of his back and pressed him down, held him there as his cock filled again at the feel of the cooling blood spreading thin to make space for his chest.

He almost tested the command of "Stay." But the promise of more to come when sticky fingers hooked into the back tag of his jeans and dragged them down to tangle up his knees was too tantalizing to ignore. He tried to spread his legs but the material bit into his skin instead. He shivered, knowing it would somehow make it better. Dexter leaned back and Harrison heard him slip off the table, then shouted in surprise when his hips were grabbed and he was pulled to the edge. Dexter hooked a strong forearm beneath his belly to keep his ass up and the other fighers curled around his hip, while a thumb dug into the flesh of his ass to hold him open. Hareison briefly left the daydream to lube up his fingers, then settled bakc in where only warm breath preluded the swipe of an even hotter tongue over his hole and he screamed, canting his hips back against the sensation desperately. It was dirty and bloody fantastic.

He predicted that mom had been telling the truth in her drugged up state. Dexter woukd waste no time, disturbingly clinical in the way he went about bringing Harrison right to the edge and the young killer spilled, untouched again, with three fingers bludgeoning his prostate alongside the wet, squirming muscle Dexter had started out with. Harrison imagined Dexter had used some of the congealing blood as make shift lube but he didn't care. If it got the man to do that again, he could use whatever he fucking wanted.

When he came down from his high, the tongue had left him but the fingers still spread him wide, rubbing gently over the sensitive bundle of nerves just enough to make him squirm.

"We done?" Dexter asked, sounding for all the world like he was asking if his son had finished his dinner and if he could take his plate to the sink.

"Not a fucking chance." Harrison growled, and canted his hips back hard to take those fingers deeper. He groaned loudly as his sensitive rim stretched further around the top knuckles of his dad's hand and he pushed himself up to sit back on it, needing the man he'd been wanting his whole life deeper.

In his bed, he had four pushed in as far as he could go with the odd angle. The hem of his shirt stuffed between his teeth now, to keep it out of the way and imagine himself exposed to the Dark Passanger and its host. He needed it; like a fish needed water, like a bird needed air, like Dexter needed blood. He twisted as best he could and he imagined an arm came around his belly to hold him up when their lips connected desperately. Dexter's hands held him tightly; one giving in and thrusting deeper inside of Harrison while the other curled around his ribs and spread blood over the nipple it had found to play with.

Harrison would have given his mortal soul to have it go on forever, but the missing part of him wanted more, and he was done waiting for it.

It woukd be an odd angle, to shift his arm behind himself to push Dexter's wrist hand away. The man, ever observant, stopped moving; though Harrison could have sworn he smirked when the boy swiveled his hips off and mewled when rough fingertips caught on his stretched out rim. He retaliated by leaning his head back on the man's shoulder and biting at his neck "Enough." Dexter growled darkly "No!" Harrison whined "You promised! I want you to fuck me properly."

Dexter's hand slid up the Harrison's throat to force his face further back so he could claim his mouth roughly. The man moaned into it, like he'd been waiting for it, and pulled his son back harshly to fit his cock between the his cheeks. The vain in the underside of Dexter's shaft rubbed against his hole and Harrison spat venom as he curse that he didn't give a flying fuck. Dexter continued anyway "I don't think you're loose enough. He worried casually. Harrison barely had time to catch himself as he was shoved forward, back into the blood covered table and his elbows hit hard when his hands slipped in it. Dexter's weight settled over him and he could almost feel th breath in his ear "But you wont mind it hurting, will you?"

Harrison whined and shook his head "You won't hurt me." He desperately wriggled beneath his dad and reached behind himself to tangle his fingers in the man's hair while those talented fingers slipped around his chest, holding onto him tightly "Slow and hard." He begged on a breath "Just like Jeremy."

And god, did he. It was a stretch but it was so worth it to have the man he'd been missing his whole life slot into a space that seemed made for him. It would be cheesy to say it was perfect, but he screamed Dexter's name like a prayer and it may as well have been. He accepted him fully and, when they both finally came, the Dark Passanger forced it's way into Harrison's body to touch everything before retreating back to its host.

Opening his eyes, Harrison lay in his bed with his shirt tucked up under his armpits, his pants open and cum pooling on his belly. His chest was heaving and his dick sensitive in his tight fist. He heard the shower turn on down the hall and wondered how loud he'd been. If Dexter had been affected, know exactly what he'd been doing to himself since the man refused to. His own little dark passanger purred at the thought, and he pulled his hand from his jeans to run it over his skin just a little longer.

He could wait a year.