Page 67 of Psycho
He crossed the room with his prize, straddling Lucas’s lap, knees on either side of his thighs. “But that’s the thing,” he explained, carefully running the flat side of the blade along Lucas’s perfect jawline. “One man’s torture is another man’s kink. Take me, for instance.” He twirled the blade in his hand. “You can’t torture me with a knife because I like the pain.” August dragged the blade over his forearm, hissing as the edge opened up a shallow one-inch gash, beads of blood forming instantly. “It’s an endorphin rush.”
Lucas gazed up at him, studying his face. “When I was stabbed, I didn’t really feel any endorphins, just the searing pain of my lung collapsing.”
“There’s a difference between a controlled cut and intent to kill,” August reminded. “But my kink isn’t everybody’s kink. This is more about finding out what works for your target.”
Lucas shook his head. “I don’t care about how to hurt him… I want to know how I can turn off my emotions. I know you don’t have that problem, but how do I keep my humanity from sneaking in and making me feel sorry for the piece of shit when I’m hurting him?”
August ran a thumb along Lucas’s full bottom lip. “I don’t know how to tell somebody how not to feel because I never do. When I’m hurting somebody, I’m only concerned about two things: my mission and the rush I get from their pain.”
“So, there’s nothing I can do?” Lucas asked.
“I wouldn’t say that,” August said. “The key isn’t turning off your feelings, the key is to focus on your needs. Be selfish. Care only about what you want. Let go of your fear. Be a bit of a hedonist. Do the deep, dark things you think about in your mind but would never dare say out loud to anybody. Do it and don’t apologize for it.”
August’s gaze widened when Lucas took his arm and licked over the wound, collecting the droplets on his tongue. “Like that?”
August’s cock twitched at the sight of blood smeared across Lucas’s mouth. Yeah, this lesson was going sideways quickly. Lucas gazed down at August’s erection, now obvious between them.
August gave him a reassuring smile. “Well, that was unexpected.”
Lucas reached up and pulled him down for a kiss that tasted of salt and copper. “I have my own kinks, too, you know. I wasn’t always a total headcase. Once upon a time, I was just a normal red blooded guy with all the same twisted little idiosyncrasies as the rest of the world.”
“Do tell,” August teased, plunging his tongue into Lucas’s mouth.
“Shouldn’t we be focusing on the torture?” Lucas asked, even as he returned August’s kisses with enthusiasm.
August slid his hands beneath Lucas’s shirt, playing with his nipples until he bucked his hips upward with a moan. “August…” he whined.
August teased and tugged at the tight peaks. “Actual torture is more of an on the job training activity. We’ll use Kohn as your class project. In the meantime, I think we should work on exploring this side of you. Your selfish side.”
“How do you know I have a selfish side?” Lucas asked, his thumb running over August’s cock, now tenting his loose fitting pants.
August captured Lucas’s lips once more, talking in-between deep, drugging kisses. “Everybody has a selfish side, a dark side. Some part of themselves they wouldn’t dare explore because they’re afraid of what the world might think of them. You know that, though. Don’t you? This is your job. Studying the darkest parts of people.”
“But what if I like it?” Lucas asked, running his tongue along the seam of August’s mouth. “What if I like that deep, dark part of me too much?”
August took Lucas’s hand and slipped it inside his pants. “Then who better to explore that with than me? I lack the capacity to judge you. Your kinks might not be mine, but nothing you say can truly shock me.”
Lucas sighed against August’s lips, his hand working his cock, thumb teasing the head in a way that had August’s eyes rolling behind his lids.
“Do you really like knife play?” Lucas asked. “Do you truly like the way it feels when somebody cuts you?”
August nodded. There was no reason to lie to Lucas. He already knew August’s darkest secrets. He canted his hips, working himself lazily into Lucas’s tightened fist.
“Can I try it?” Lucas asked, breathless.
August arched a brow. “Cutting me?”
Lucas’s tongue shot out to sweep over his lower lip, a hard glint in his eye that August wanted to explore further. “Yeah.”
August nodded. “Let’s go to bed.”
In the bedroom, August set the knife on the side table, undressing while Lucas leaned against the wall and watched. August could see he was also hard, the front of his gray pants damp in one spot. Once he was naked, Lucas walked up to him, turning him towards the bed, trailing his lips along his shoulder. “On the bed.”
August shivered at Lucas’s terse instruction. He did as he asked, lying across the comforter on his stomach, settling his arms overhead, not overly concerned about getting his white sheets messy. After all, that was what bleach was for.
Lucas kneeled between August’s legs, squeezing his calves, before running his hands up the back of his fuzzy thighs to cup his ass. Then he was straddling August, sitting on his butt, bending down to trail his tongue along his spine. “How do you know you like being cut? Have you let other people cut you before?”
August liked the weight of Lucas on top of him, liked the illusion of helplessness. “Not in a long time and never with anybody other than just a…professional.”
