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"He was married to a woman before, right?"
"Yeah, she died a few years ago."
"So now men?"
"He dated men too before he got married. He's bisexual."
"That okay with you?"
"Why wouldn't it be?"
"I don't know. When I told you I was bi, you acted like I was mental." Kasey shrugged.
"No, not mental, well at least not because of that. You mentioned being asexual and that was what got me. Like you don't crave sex, want it with anyone."
"I'm not completely asexual. That's the wrong term. It's just I find sex to be boring most of the time. I mean, I like to get off, but it's better doing a solo run, if you know what I mean." Kasey fidgeted with his phone. "I guess there's probably a better word for it. I just don't know it. I like going it alone. I haven't met many who make me want to take the time to get to the sex part of a relationship."
"You know, you can have sex without a relationship." Xander smirked.
"Right, like you and Dyson do all the time. No thanks, I don't want to be sticking my dick in just anyone. I'll leave that to you two."
"Don't know what you're missing," Xander teased.
Before Kasey could answer, Xander's phone beeped.
Confirmed go. Be safe. STK
"Let's get this done." Xander double checked he had everything he needed as Kasey did the same.
With a final glance around them, the two exited the car, walking side by side as if they were just two friends on a walk. They'd gone over the plan several times, both ready to do exactly what they needed to so nothing went wrong.
They silently made their way to the side door, Xander trusting that Carter had cut the alarm. Using his lock pick, he quickly got the door open, slowly pushing it wider, making sure there was no one in sight.
Once inside, Kasey nodded to Xander and they both went off their separate ways. Xander walked through the darkened house as if he'd lived there his entire life. He always made sure he was prepared, but this sting was even more important. He wanted Faith back in Matt's arms where she belonged.
Refusing to distract himself with thoughts of Matt and what they were still going to have to face once she was home, he turned the corner, smiling to himself when he saw the man sitting at his computer. Photos of young girls filled the monitor as Xander quietly moved into position right behind the man's chair, syringe at the ready.
He didn't say a word as he slid the needle into the man's neck. The last thing he needed was for any sound to alert the woman they were there, since he didn't know exactly where or what Kasey was doing at the moment.
As the man jerked, then slumped in his chair, Xander carefully moved him to the floor. He grinned at the man, softly whispering, "I have looked forward to meeting you."
The man stared back at him, unable to move anything other than his eyes.
Xander didn't waste any time. The sooner they were done, the sooner they could leave and get the police in, and Faith safe. He tied his arms, then cut the clothes off the man, ignoring the look of fear in his eyes as he ripped them from his body. He didn't bother with the shirt. He only needed the pants off.
"Well, not much there to work with, is there?" He quickly tied the string to the man's cock and balls. "You shouldn't miss that little bit."
Tears fell down the man's cheeks.
"Stop crying. This is no worse than what you put those girls through." His voice was low, but he was sure the man could hear every word.
It took him only minutes to cut the man's balls and cock off. He tossed them aside before reaching for the tube. He inserted it, then quickly cauterized the area, finding the smell of burning flesh oddly satisfying this time around.
His stomach tightened at the thought of what this man was doing to Faith. He hadn't gone through the pictures, but he knew enough. This was one time he wanted to kill the man, let him bleed out slowly and suffer for what he did. If there was any other way to let him live and make him suffer, he would have gladly done it.
Kasey appeared in the doorway. "Done?"
"Yeah, everything okay?" Xander pulled the zip ties out and secured the man's legs to the heavy desk.
