Page 68 of Psycho
August watched Lucas stretch to wrap his hand around the hilt of the knife from the side table before running his fingers along the unmarred flesh of his back. “What if I cut you too deep?”
“Then I’ll require stitches. You can’t cut me deep enough to kill me as long as you avoid any major arteries and my spinal cord, of course. I’d like to be able to walk when this is all said and done.” He could feel Lucas’s hesitation. “This is supposed to be you giving in to your darkest fantasies, not mine. If you don’t want to do this, we can find—”
The first cut was shallow, right across the muscle of his shoulder blade. August’s cock throbbed at the sudden rush of chemicals pumping into his brain. He grunted, then moaned as Lucas dragged his flat tongue along the wound. “Was that okay?”
August cleared his throat. “More than okay. Stop worrying about me, and just do what you want.”
Lucas sucked in a breath. “That’s a lot of power.”
“That’s the point. When you’re torturing somebody, you’re in complete control of their mind and body.”
“I do like the idea of being in total control of your body.”
Lucas hesitated another minute, then began to make a few more shallow slits. They were harmless, no more than paper cuts, but they were enough for August to roll his hips against his mattress, looking for friction, as blood droplets rolled lightly down the slope of his back. “Are you carving your initials into my skin?”
Lucas ran his fingertips along the cuts, then began to form letters on the blank canvas of his skin, writing M-I-N-E in August’s blood. Fuck, that was hot. He caught August around his throat, craning his head back to feed bloody fingers into his mouth, leaning down to rumble against his ear, “And if I was? If I carved my name into you? Then what?”
August sucked his fingers, almost high off this side of Lucas, off knowing he was willing to be as sick and twisted as he wanted with him. He pushed back against Lucas’s hard length, now firmly pressing against the cleft of his ass, only a thin layer of fabric between them. “Then you’d better fuck me after.”
The sound that left Lucas was almost animalistic, but then he was grabbing the lube they’d left by the bed, moving back to yank August’s hips up. When Lucas impaled him on two slick fingers, he rolled his hips back on him eagerly, not the slightest bit concerned about how needy he looked.
Lucas fucked his fingers into him harder. “Tell me you’re ready because I need to be inside you.”
“I’m good,” August swore. “Do it.”
Lucas pulled his fingers free, shirt flying as he shoved his pants out of the way. August sat up, no longer content to wait, grabbing Lucas’s cock and pressing it against his entrance before sinking down onto him in one fluid movement until he was buried.
After that, there was no more talking. They were just moving together, the scent of blood and sweat and sex mingling in a way August found intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough of Lucas’s hard cock driving into him. He rolled his hips downward on every upward thrust.
One of Lucas’s hands found August’s nipple, the other wrapped around his hard, aching cock. August’s head fell back against Lucas’s shoulder. He’d never experienced anything like this. It was hot and raw and sticky, blood and pre-cum mingling as Lucas jerked August roughly. There was nothing about this that should have been sexy, but he’d never been so hard in his life.
Lucas mouthed at the wounds he’d left and August found himself hoping Lucas had carved his name into his flesh the same way he’d imprinted himself in August’s psyche. He was already so close to the edge of his climax. Lucas pounded into him with intention, his hand working over him hard and fast, his breath panting in August’s ear. Then he was coming, his body spasming as goosebumps rose along his skin.
“Holy shit,” Lucas growled as August’s release spilled over his tightened fist. He pressed his palm between August’s shoulder blades, pushing his chest to the mattress, hands digging into the flesh of his hips to drive into him with intention. Then he was blanketing himself over August, shouting his cry into his skin as he emptied himself inside. Lucas didn’t seem like he was in any rush to free himself from August’s body, so they just lay like that, joined until Lucas’s spent cock slipped free on its own.
“That was…” Lucas said, then trailed off.
“Messy?” August offered around a laugh.
Lucas’s nose trailed across the nape of August’s neck. “I was going to say hot. But we do need to clean up. And probably change your sheets. It looks like a crime scene in here. Kind of smells like one, too.”
It was a few more minutes before August could bring himself to move. They showered, both of them taking their time, enjoying the scalding water. Lucas was extra gentle as he cleaned August’s slashes. He’d had far worse injuries than the meager cuts of the tiny dagger, but he found he liked Lucas babying him just like he had the other night. It was a foreign feeling, having somebody act as if they needed to care for him. As if he was worthy of that care and consideration.
When they were dried off, Lucas dabbed each cut with antibiotic ointment and carefully bandaged them. Only once they were back in bed did he allow August to take control again, forcing Lucas into little spoon position so he could press his nose against his damp hair.
After a while, Lucas said, “If I can’t do it…if I start to let my conscience get the best of me…I’m going to need you to do what I can’t. I’ll probably hate myself for it, but I need you to do it anyway. Those girls deserve justice.”
August pressed a kiss to Lucas’s shoulder. “You can do it. But if you choose not to—for whatever reason—I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”
“What if he refuses to talk? Torture has a notoriously low success rate.”
“We’ll get the information we want with or without him. There’s nothing he can tell us that Calliope won’t find eventually. But he’s earned his time at the end of my knife or whatever other instrument I decide to go with. This is what I do. It’s what I was built for. He deserves everything he has coming to him.”
“I just really want to be the one to do it.”
“Then you will be.”
Lucas’s voice trembled. August didn’t know if it was rage or fear…or both. “The things he’s done…they’vealldone. I want them to pay. Even the ones who just watched. Anybody who profited off the suffering of those girls, they all deserve to suffer in the most medieval ways imaginable.”
