Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

LEO

Ty might be small, but he's powerful as fuck. It wasn't that he hit this rapist in just the right place to split his shit open; it's that every punch he landed released a torrent of blood. Michael's face is a fucking mess, and I want to glide my hand through the hot, sticky liquid that's cascading down his cheeks. Even through my gloves, I'd be able to feel the coppery substance on my hands. But I control myself. What I have planned for him will more than satisfy my need for blood and gore.

Taking a deep breath and trying to calm my arousal from watching Ty, I point to the bag at our feet. "There's a handheld blowtorch in there. Grab it for me."

Michael chokes on a sob. "Wha-wha-what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to have fun. I haven't done this is years."

Ty hands me the blowtorch and steps back, smiling at me. He told me burns cause a different kind of pain, which gave me an idea.

Once, when Ivan brought home a man that pissed him off in a pub for me to use as a torture victim, he lit the fireplace and put some metal rods in the flames. Ivan showed me places to burn a man that would leave him in agony. The sensitive areas. That was over fifteen years ago, and I've barely had the chance to do it again. When Ty mentioned burns, I knew this would be the perfect time to use the techniques Ivan taught me.

But it'll be different. No space or time to let metal rods heat until they glow cherry red. What I have is more than enough.

I flick the blowtorch on, heightening and lowering the flame. I want him to hurt, but I don't want him passing out from the pain. I also don't want him to get third-degree burns. Third-degree burns destroy the nerve endings, and he won't feel the pain as acutely. He needs to suffer for me to be satisfied and for Ty to feel like his friend is getting justice.

Smiling with excitement at being able to work like this, I take the blowtorch to Michael's fingers. He screams, the sound rocking my ear drums. With a wide grin, I breathe in the acrid smell of burning skin. It's been so long.

I move the blowtorch from one finger to the next, watching the flesh bubble and blacken under my ministrations. I make sure I spread the burning out, lest it go too deep. Michael tries to move his hand while he screams loud enough to wake the dead, but the tape has no give. He's at my mercy.

Once his entire left hand is burned to the point of being almost unrecognizable, I move to the right. Michael's screams build higher in pitch, then he starts to gurgle from the pressure at the back of his throat from the intensity. I fucking love that sound. The screams of my victims are the highest form of praise for my work.

I turn the flame off, giving Michael a bit of a break so I can enjoy his cries. I look over at Ty, who's watching with rapt attention. I grin over at him, and his eyes widen before he returns it. What does he see in my eyes? Does he see the excitement I can hardly contain when I get to play with fire? Especially when I get to play with fire on a person? Ivan told me fire was too unpredictable, only a spark needed to cause an inferno. But I have experience, having killed most of the animals with fire. I know how to handle it. The blowtorch makes it easier, guiding the flame exactly where I want it.

Fire has a way of cleansing my mind when not much else can. I've come a long way from setting fires to watch shit burn and killing animals, but I'll never stop enjoying watching what fire does to flesh.

Michael cries and moans, begs and prays. I soak it all in, letting his cries go on for another minute or two. Then I get back to work.

Turning the blowtorch back up, I move down to the soles of Michael's feet, answering Ty's earlier silent question of why I removed his socks. I hold the blowtorch to the bottom of his right foot, watching Michael thrash on the table as the skin begins to peel away. It doesn't take long for the soles to blacken and curl, turning into hard shells that reveal the pink flesh underneath. I keep going, frying the exposed tissue.

When the soles of Michael's feet are crispy and he's sobbing and screaming, I turn the blowtorch off and toss it aside. With my gloved hands, I grab a hold of Michael's foot. It's still warm to the touch, his sloughed off skin sticking to my glove. Squeezing tight, I pull up, taking the skin along the way. I toss the skin on the table, then move to his other extremities, pulling the blackened skin off. At this point, Michael is making inhuman sounds. I smile. The air hitting the exposed areas of his feet is probably torturous, and I'm loving that. I drag a finger over the burned flesh, listening to another sharp cry leave Michael's throat.

Once that messy work is done, I remove those gloves and don another pair. I close my eyes, breathe in deeply, then let the air glide out. When I open them, my eyes land on Ty, who hasn't moved from the spot he initially took. His blue-and-brown eyes flash as he takes in the scene, and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

Instead, I go to my kill kit, bring it to the table near Michael's head, and open it. "I'm done with him, kotenok. I think he'll be in enough pain until the end. You're up. Which would you prefer?" I ask Ty, indicating the numerous weapons in front of us.

Michael sobs louder, irritating me now. I'm trying to talk to my man. He needs to shut the fuck up. "Please don't. Please. Just … please stop. I'm so sorry. I'll tell the cops what I did and where the bodies are." His voice is hoarse from his screaming. "People will look for me. They'll know I'm missing." He sobs more, the tears leaking from his eyes quickly.

"No, they won't," I tell him conversationally, gently touching the knives that are in my kit. "You're a loner. No partner, no friends, and your family fucking hates you because you're a rapist. You don't even talk to your neighbors. No one will know you're gone for a few days, maybe even a week." I glance back at Ty, indicating for him to step closer to the table.

Ty sidles up to me, looking down at Michael with a look of pure disgust, then glances over at the blades. "I don't give a fuck who will be searching for you, Michael. You don't deserve to live. Your family should know you're a killer on top of being a rapist, and they will. Everyone will know." Ty stops talking and glances back at Michael. "I'm going to kill you. And I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

The sound of glee in Ty's voice makes me hard, and I rub up against him. Bending to his ear, I say, "See what you do to me?"

He looks at me with a wide grin. "You're a mess."

"I know." I kiss the top of his head just as he pulls out the paring knife. He twists it back and forth between his hands, smiling. As a baker, I'm sure he's used this knife before and knows how to handle it. The meager light glints off the blade. I approve of his choice. It's small but sharp, packing a punch, like Ty himself.

Looking down at Michael, Ty whispers, "You killed Juliette. Even if you didn't give her the pills and make her swallow them, you killed her. I won't be like you. I'll actually be the one to end your life. You deserve nothing less."

With that, he stabs Michael in the throat. When Ty pulls the knife free, blood sprays everywhere, getting on both of us. Ty jumps back but doesn't take his eyes off Michael, who's struggling on the table. Michael gurgles and thrashes, his eyes wide as he tries to move his fucked up hands from the tape binding him.

It takes him another minute to die, the blood spurting from his neck wound with the slow beat of his heart until it stops altogether. A long exhale leaves his lungs, then Michael stirs no more.

An unfamiliar feeling washes over me as I gaze at Ty, who is still focused on Michael's body. A feeling so strong my knees almost go weak from how hard it hits me. I'm not sure what it is, but my heart hammers as I look down at him, and an overwhelming need crops up in my chest. Like I need to protect him, make sure he's happy, be his everything.

What does it mean? It can't be love, right? I can't feel love. Love is as foreign a concept to me as a dog speaking English. It's not supposed to be possible.

Then again, Blu loves June. And I think if there's a scale for measuring a psychopath, Blu would be at the end for the most unfeeling and unemotional. But he fell in love with June.

As I'm falling for Ty. Fuck, that's what it is.

Grinning down at him, I kiss him lightly on the lips, hoping to convey how proud I am of him for what he was able to do. I don't recall ever feeling pride for anyone about anything. Ty is giving me all sort of new experiences, namely watching someone other than fellow psychopaths kill someone.

"Is he dead?" Ty asks against my mouth.

I step away from him and check Michael's pulse at the wrist. When I don't feel a heartbeat against my fingers, I look at Ty and nod. He exhales roughly but smiles, coming around the table to throw his arms around me. "God, Leo. That was wild. I didn't think I could do it. But I did! I fucking did it! I killed the asshole that raped my friend. I sent him to fucking hell where he belongs."

Chuckling at his rambling, I pick him up and spin him around. "You did. I'm proud you."

"Thank you. Thank you for doing this for me. And you made it hurt! Jesus, Leo! You fucked him up."

"Did you enjoy the show?"

"Fuck yes!" Ty's expression sobers. "We have to tell the cops about the girls he killed. How can we ensure they'll believe us?"

"Leave an anonymous tip with the location of the bodies and Michael's name and address. They'll search his place and find the earrings. They'll get justice."

Ty gives me a watery smile, a tear sliding down his cheek. "Thank you. Juliette can rest in peace now."

"She can." I kiss his tear away, then set him on his feet before hugging him tight.

After we break apart, we get started on cleaning up, making sure we don't leave any fingerprints or DNA behind. We both wore gloves and hats to ensure no hairs float on the body or the table.

Even still, we sweep up the floor and wipe the table once we get Michael free and tossed on the floor with no finesse. I won't dump the body anywhere, since the demolition is planned for the morning. There's an electrical crawlspace in the hallway by the apartment we're using so Michael's resting place will be under a pile of rubble.

Once I toss the body down the short drop, I come back to the apartment, we gather our supplies and get ready to go.

Ty tucks himself close to me, looking around the room. "Thank you, babe. Thank you for helping me with this."

"Anything for you, kotenok." I kiss his forehead, then his lips gently.

The ride back to the hotel is relaxed. I'm glad. I feared Ty would curl in on himself after the adrenaline wore off from the kill, but he's still acting as he usually would. His fingers are threaded through mine, and he's humming along to the music. Ty seemed happy with the kill. I hope he doesn't regret it. From his expression, I think he kind of liked it.

I did too. I liked him watching me. While I was burning Michael, I felt Ty's eyes on me like a physical thing. Fuck, I'm in deep with Ty. I don't know what it means for me or my future, but I don't really give a fuck right now. His warm hand in mine and his humming in my ears is enough for me at the moment. It'll be enough for me for a long time. In this moment, I know Ty is it for me. He is mine.

I never thought I'd find someone I'd want to spend the rest of my life with. I assumed I would have to hide who I am, never letting someone close to me so they wouldn't see behind the mask. Then Ty comes along and not only accepts me for me, but he joins me in my work. A true partner.

When we pull up to the hotel, Ty slides over to me, kissing along my neck and ear. "When we were back at the building, you said I made you feel a certain way." His hand drifts down to my cock, which hardens under his hand. "Want to show me what you meant?"

"Fuck yes," I mutter, groaning at the feel of his soft, wet tongue over my skin.

Biting down on my earlobe, Ty whispers, "Then show me."

Turning in my seat, I grab Ty by his throat. "After I wash the smell of blood off you, I want in your ass. And I won't take it slow like I did last time. Can you handle that?"

Ty's throat bobs under my palm as he swallows. "I can handle it all, baby."

I get Ty clean as quickly as possible, ridding him of the blood and the smell of burning skin. As much as I want to get him in bed and under me, I want to make sure he doesn't have any trace of death clinging to him.

Once I get him out of the shower and dry, I scoop him up, take him to the bed and lay him in the middle. I step back, admiring how he looks splayed out for me. That swooping sensation happens in my chest again, and I'm struck by how strongly I feel about Tyshawn being ready for me, his hard cock jutting out in front of him.

"Ty, kotenok. You're so fucking beautiful. What did I do to deserve someone like you in my bed?"

He grins, appearing shy as his hand drifts down to his cock. My eyes track the movement as he strokes once, twice, three times. I swallow roughly. I never in a million years would have thought I'd be riveted by the sight of a man jerking off, but Ty has my attention.

When I meet Ty's eyes, I see the heat and desire behind them. I love that he wants me as much as I want him.

Climbing on the bed, I slot my body with his, our dicks brushing against each other. Ty wraps his legs around me, rocking his hips so our cocks rub together deliciously. "You have lube, right?" I nod, leaning down to kiss him lightly on the neck. "I want to feel you, Leo. Let me get ready for you."

"Turn around. Get on your hands and knees. I'll get you ready this time. I want you to fuck yourself on my fingers before you take my dick."

Whimpering, he turns over, peeking over his shoulder at me. Ty spreads his legs wider, showing me his hanging cock and balls. I lick my lips as I take him in. He's a fucking vision, with his tight hole and lean body. I'm going to enjoy ruining him for other men. I'll show him why he belongs to me.

Reaching for the lube in my bag, I coat my fingers and glide them over his tight pucker, teasing the rim. He moans, and my dick grows as I watch him enjoy himself.

My gaze is locked on his hole as my fingers disappear into his entrance. Ty pushes back against my digits, grunting when one, then two fingers push past his rim. I pump it in and out a few times before adding a third finger.

Ty speeds up his movements, getting himself ready for me and enjoying what I'm doing at the same time. His eyes drift shut as he lies his chest on the bed. Pleasure shoots to the head of my cock as his plump ass sways in the air.

Not able to help myself, I lean forward and place a sharp slap on his ass. Ty moans, looking back at me with lust filled eyes. "Again," he mutters. As he rocks on my fingers, I slap his ass again, the sting of my palm going straight to my dick.

"That's right, kotenok," I mutter, slapping his ass once more. The red on those cheeks has my cock throbbing. "Let me open that hole so I can slide my dick into you and use you as my cock sleeve."

He whimpers, moving his hips faster. One more slap is all I can deliver before I've had enough. After I remove my fingers from his hole, I drizzle some lube on my dick and stroke myself to coat it. "I won't go slow, kotenok." I spread his ass with one hand and hold my cock steady with the other as I slide my cock between his crack. Even that feels good, his lubed crease slick around the underside of my cock.

Ty looks over his shoulder and nods, his mismatched stare blazing. Gripping him hard, I push inside him. He's so fucking tight, squeezing me like it doesn't want to let me in.

Then his walls relax, allowing me to glide in fully on one thrust. Ty cries out, then moans, rocking against me. "God, Leo. Oh fuck. Why do you feel so good?"

Swallowing audibly, I hold Ty's hips in a firm grip as I try to get used to being enveloped like this. Never have I felt something so good around my dick. "I'll be gentle next time, I promise, kotenok."

"Take me hard, Leo. I want to walk funny for a week."

"Your wish is my command, kotenok."

Pulling my hips back, I slam into him hard, impaling Ty on my dick. The most beautiful half scream, half moan drifts from his lips. I wish I could see his face while I take him like this. Next time for sure. Right now, I need to fuck him, and I need to fuck him hard.

I grip his hips and fuck him with deep, thorough strokes. Fuck, I want this to last, but I know it won't. He feels too fucking good, and I'm too turned on from watching him kill a man.

His cries of pleasure burrow into me, even better than the screams of my victims. I can't get enough.

"Oh God. Oh God. Leo … Oh God." Ty rotates his hips, meeting me stroke for stroke as I pound into him. His ass sucks me in, practically holding my dick hostage. "I'm close, baby. So close. I can't … Oh God." Ty grips his dick, jerking fast to match the speed of my thrusts. I wish I could watch. I know he looks fucking beautiful getting himself off like this.

Ty lets out a guttural scream and announces his orgasm, his ass clenching around me. "Fuck," I mutter, my climax rushing up from my balls to the head of my cock. "I'm going to fill you up, kotenok. I want to see my cum leaking from your hole." Two strokes later, I'm exploding into him, filling him with my cum.

I keep ahold of his hips, breathing heavily as aftershocks roll through me. My hips continue pumping, though shallowly, making Ty moan softly.

When I soften, I pull out of Ty, turn him over, and lay between his legs, kissing him long and deep.

We lie like this for minutes, still not getting enough of each other, even after our orgasms. When I release his lips, Ty sighs, then chuckles. "Maybe we should have showered after we did that. You made a mess of me."

Smiling down at him, I wipe his plump bottom lip, loving how soft it feels. "I'll clean you up. Then we can sleep."

"You'll hold me?"

"All night."

After I clean him up, I do just that.