Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

LEO

"Good," I croak, tapping Tyshawn on the arm three times. He unwraps his arm from around my neck, and I'm able to breathe again. I'm teaching him the proper way to do chokeholds. The one I just showed him cuts off the blood supply to a person's brain. It's taken him a few tries, but he has it down now.

I told Ty I would train him to be my partner, and he's holding me to it. We're killing Ian, the camp counselor, tonight, but Ty said he wanted to learn a few things before we do that. My living room is large enough that we can do a few hand-to-hand drills, though I'd like to have some mats to really get down to it. That could be a project for the future.

"You okay?" Ty asks, kneeling beside me and running cool fingers over my throat. I'm sure there will be a faint red mark, but I won't bruise.

"I'm okay. That was good. Next time, grip your other arm or your other shoulder so your opponent won't be able to pry your hands off them."

I let him help me off the floor, even though I don't need it. "Tomorrow, we can use other items for strangulation. That's not my favorite method of killing because it takes too long. Five or more minutes, even if you use something other than your hands. I enjoy torture, but I don't like to wait for the kill."

"You'll still teach me, right?" Ty asks.

"Of course, kotenok."

A knock at the door has both our heads turning in that direction. No one visits but June and Blu, so I figure it's one of them. Either way, I motion for Ty to have a seat, away from the door.

Looking through the peephole, I find June standing there. I undo the locks and open the door, meeting the wide grin of my best friend.

He pushes past me, looking around. "Hey, Leo," he says over his shoulder, then rounds the corner to my living room. His face brightens when he sees Ty. "Ty! Hey! I'm glad you're here."

June gives Ty a hug, who returns it with a small smile on his face. "Really? Why?"

After June pulls away, he sits on the couch, Ty sitting beside him. "Well, I was going to tell Leo to invite you on a date with me and Blu, but since you're already here, I can ask you two at the same time. Blu is taking me to my favorite French restaurant, and I wanted to know if you guys would like to join us."

"When?" Ty asks, tucking a foot under himself.

"Tomorrow night at eight."

Ty looks over at me, and I nod. He grins at June and dips his head. "Yeah. I'd like that."

June squeals, grabbing Ty's hands. "Good, I'm glad. Listen, if you ever want to get together without Blu and Leo, you can always give me a call. It's nice to have someone around I can talk to about my psychopath boyfriend and best friend."

Ty laughs high and loud, the musical lilt making me glow. I love that he's happy. I'm always wondering if I'm doing a good job at bringing him joy since I don't know anything about relationships or how to make someone else happy. But Ty would tell me. His rambling thoughts would spew from his lips if he were displeased with how I treat him. "I would like that. My best friend wouldn't understand that my boyfriend is a psychopath. We can get together for lunch sometimes."

Ty and June talk for a few more minutes, both laughing as they discuss me and Blu. Seeing my best friend and my boyfriend getting along has another one of those weird swooping in my belly that I'm recognizing as contentment. This is the life I want for both Ty and June—someone they can connect with and talk to about something they can't otherwise discuss with anyone else.

After they exchange numbers, June gives Ty a long hug, then does the same with me before he leaves. Ty's face radiates joy when he walks over to me and wraps his arms around my waist. I kiss the top of his head, loving how his slight weight feels against me. "We have a few more hours before we get started with Ian. Do you want to go with me to pick him up, or do you want me to come get you when I have everything organized?"

Ty shakes his head, looking up at me with excitement. "I want to be there for the whole thing."

"Okay. Let's get started."

Grabbing his hand, I lead him back to my office. Something I splurged on—beside the condo itself—was having a secret room built. I told the contractors it would be for a large safe that would hold my important documents, but the safe contains all the weapons I'll ever need for my jobs.

Ty's mouth drops open when he sees the contents of the safe. "Holy fuck, Leo. This is amazing."

I grin as I load up a kill kit for him, sliding in a roll of knives, a garrote, rolls of duct tape, and two handguns—a Glock 19 and a Sig Sauer. Ty is great with both, so he can have his choice of which to use when the time comes.

Zipping his bag, I hand it to him and close the safe. "This will be your kill kit. After every kill, we'll clean your guns and sterilize your knives. After a few months, we'll switch everything out, so your equipment is fresh and ready for use."

"Fuck, it's so hot to hear you talk about weapons. Is that a kink?"

I smirk, brushing my lips over his. "If it's not, you can make it one." Our lips meet again, then I'm leading him out of the bedroom.

We make a quick stop at a local hardware store to pick up rope, plastic wrap, and a few things that we'll need for cleanup. Before we go abduct Ian, Ty pulls over to a gas station with an outside bathroom, and we change into black clothing and heavy-duty boots. Ty looks fucking hot in his clothes, and I have fight not to bend him over the sink and slide my dick between his ass cheeks.

The sun set about an hour earlier when we head over to Ian's house and wait for the lights to go out. Once they do, I give Ty a quick kiss and head to Ian's back door. After sliding inside, I pull the syringe from my pocket and tiptoe to his bedroom, only to find him awake in bed, watching porn and jerking his tiny dick. I'd hate to ruin an orgasm, but Ty is in the car waiting, so he won't get to finish.

I push the door open wider, striding over to him. He's so into getting off that he doesn't even know I'm there. Not giving him a heads-up, I press the needle into his throat and depress the plunger. Ian slaps the syringe away, looking at me with fear. Before he can do anything about it, his eyes flutter, and he slumps to the side, his hand still locked around his cock.

God, why couldn't he be sleeping when I came to retrieve him? I'm glad to see he's watching porn with people over the legal age. If he wasn't, I would have killed him right then and there for being fucking disgusting, and Ty would have been mad at me.

It's easier to have him naked when I start working on him than to remove clothes, but I still have to grab him now.

Giving him a withering look he can't see, I lift him and toss him over my shoulder, keeping my hand away from his naked ass. I reach down and grab the discarded needle, awkwardly capping it so the tip doesn't poke me.

Because he inconvenienced me by being naked when I came to snatch him, I'm none too careful as I maneuver him around through the door, hitting his head at least twice as I step outside.

I dump him in the opened trunk, frowning when I get back in the car with Ty.

"What's up?" he asks with a worried expression. "Everything go okay?"

"Motherfucker was jerking off when I walked in the room. I had to take him out ass naked."

Ty's mouth drops open in shock, then he bursts out laughing. "What the fuck? Naked?"

Even though I try to keep a straight face, I laugh along with him. "Next time there's a naked mark, you're carrying him."

Ty scoffs. "I need to go back to the gym to be strong enough for that."

We visited the gym in the building yesterday before we started hand-to-hand training. Ty is in good shape—his lean but muscular body told me that before we even went on a date. He's nowhere near as big as me, but I like how small and tight his body is. I'm sure it'll look even better when he's on top of me, riding me until my cum coats his insides.

"We can arrange that."

Ty puts the car in drive, and we head to the abandoned building Blu and I used a few times. It's off the beaten path, and there's no foot traffic. The unhoused don't venture down that far, so we don't have to worry about anyone suddenly popping up to take up residence.

Once we arrive and park, I drag a naked Ian out of the trunk and carry him in the building. Ty tries to hold in a laugh, but he's unsuccessful.

I drop Ian on the floor beside the chair and pull the ropes out of the kill kit Ty places at my feet. Awkwardly, I set Ian up in the chair, angling him so he doesn't slip off before we can get him bound to it.

"You have to tie his feet, kotenok," I tell Ty, looking up at him with a grin.

Ty rolls his eyes, kneeling in front of Ian. "Gross," Ty mutters, tossing a towel over Ian's dick. "That's better. Now, where do I start?"

I make quick work of tying Ian's hands behind his back, then lower myself beside Ty. I pick up a length of rope, unrolling it so it's all spread out. From there, I instruct him how to tie it, ensuring that it won't come loose.

"When you tie it like this," I say as I loop the ends through a space between Ian's feet, "they'll tighten the more he struggles."

I untie the rope and hand it to Ty, who is eager to try it himself. It takes him about fifteen minutes to get it correct, but he doesn't get flustered or overwhelmed. He asks questions or for help when he needs it. For some reason that makes my chest swell. No one has ever deferred to me about things like this. It was usually me with Ivan, asking all kinds of questions and his eyes shining with pride when I completed a task correctly. This was probably how Ded Ivan felt when I took to all his lessons.

Once Ian is tied properly and his feet are flat on the floor, I nod and smile at Ty. "Perfect. You did good."

He beams at me. "I've never tied a knot like that before. Are there more ways?"

I nod. "Yep. I can teach you."

"Yes, please."

Reaching into my bag, I pull out the smelling salts and put them under Ian's nose. He sniffs and sputters, trying to move but unable to.

"What the fuck?" he cries, his gaze bouncing between me and Ty. "Who are you? Who are you!" His eyes bulge as they ping-pong back and forth. "Answer me!"

Ty's fist shoots out before I realize, connecting with Ian's mouth. "Don't make demands of us," he says in an overly calm voice. "We don't answer your questions. You answer ours." My cock lengthens from watching him.

"What questions?" Ian's voice is now whiny, his mouth bleeding from Ty's punch.

"Why did you do that to those kids?"

Ian scoffs, his lip curling in disgust. "Because I wanted the money. Why else? Who are you? A parent?"

"No. Just a local neighborhood garbage man."

"Do what you have to do," Ian growls. "I didn't tell the cops shit, and I won't tell you shit either."

I expect Ty to get pissed, beat the shit out of Ian like he did Michael, but he simply nods and looks at me. "You ready, baby?"

A grin splits my face, and I nod, leaning over the table and bringing Ty's lips to mine. "I'm more than ready."

Ty slides my bag over to me, then steps back a few paces.

I pull out the mallet and chisel I ordered from Amazon, twisting the chisel this way and that, watching it gleam in the light.

When Ty t0ld me he wanted to see someone's toes removed with a mallet and chisel, I knew I'd found my soulmate. Even I never thought of something that diabolical.

Not looking at Ian, I say, "I've never used one of these before. But you can see the appeal, right? I can remove the toes with it, but it won't be easy. It'll hurt like a bitch, but it'll get the job done."

Ian sputters, trying to move his feet away. But as I told Ty, the more he struggles, the tighter the ropes get. "You wanna cut my toes off with that thing? Don't! No!"

Straightening Ian's foot, I place the chisel to his big toe, then slide it over to his baby toe. "Big toe or little toe?" I ask Ty over my shoulder.

"Baby toe first, please." Always so polite.

This is fucking perfect. I'll never get this anywhere else. No one will understand me like Ty does. No one will be able to see me the way I am. Without the secrets, without the mask. And he loves me anyway. It's hard to wrap my head around, someone wanting me for me, but I'm not going to question it.

Setting the chisel to the smallest toe on his right foot, I tell Ian, "Don't move. It'll hurt more if you struggle."

Ian doesn't listen, trying to dislodge my hand. That doesn't help, since the ropes are now so tight they appear to be cutting off circulation.

I raise the hammer high, allowing him to see it so it ratchets up his fear, then I bring it down but not with my full body weight. I want to see how much power it takes to remove the toe.

Not a lot, apparently. When the hammer lands on the chisel, the tiny toe is lopped off, spinning a few inches from its previous home. Ian screams, the sound almost inhuman. I close my eyes and relish the shriek of pain. Blood spurts everywhere, getting on my clothes. I'm surprised that much blood came out of the small space. I've cut off feet and hands but never toes.

I make my way down his foot, amputating his toes, but not all at once. With the third toe, I put a fraction of my power behind it, only getting to the bone. Ian cries and begs me to stop, wiggling in the chair, but Ty comes behind him, holding it still so I can work. Two more strikes and the toe rolls away.

By the time I move to the other foot, Ian looks as if he's going to pass out, so I stop, giving him a break.

Looking up at Ty, I smile. "Wanna try?"

He thinks about it, eyes greedily taking in the sight of Ian's discarded toes littering the floor in front of me. But he shakes his head. "No. I like watching you more."

Nodding, I wipe the chisel off, ridding it of bone and tissue before I begin to lop the rest of his toes off.

Once all of his toes are removed, I set back on my heels to gaze at Ian. He looks fucking terrible, his skin ashen and pale from pain, sweat, tears, and snot leaking down his face. "Please stop," Ian groans, voice hoarse from screaming. "No more."

"Oh, no, Ian. I'm just getting started. If I could, I'd cut your fucking head off, but my boyfriend wants the honor of ending your life. Stay with me now. I'm just getting to the good stuff."

I reach into the bag and pull out a pair of pruning shears. Moving around him, I grip his left hand and place the end of the shears to the bottom of his index finger. Since I did the same thing to Ralph only a few short weeks ago, I know how much pressure I need to cut fingers off.

Ian starts to scream anew when I work on his hand, hacking off the fingers. Now that the shears have gotten a taste of blood, they seem eager to glide through the bone of his fingers. I'm in fucking heaven listening to Ian's screams. They crank me up, making me want more. I want to hear all his screams, all the begging, all the pleading. Just for me to tell him to fuck off so Ty can kill him.

"Stop, Leo," Ty mutters, staying my hand before I can relieve Ian of the last two fingers. I was lost in my work, looking up at him as if waking up from a deep sleep. "Look."

I glance around at Ian, whose face is deathly white, and his eyelids are drooping. Dropping the shears, I move in front of him and check Ian's pulse. He's still alive, but it's weak and erratic. Fuck, I think I pushed too far.

I slap him across the face, wanting him to be awake for the main event. Ian groans faintly, his head lolling as he blinks slowly at me. "Don't die on me yet," I mutter, kneeling and slapping his cheeks.

Ian looks up at me with defeated eyes. "Please kill me. It hurts. It hurts so much."

"Good. I'm glad you're feeling this amount of pain," Ty seethes. "That's what those kids felt, you piece of shit." I look up to find Ty standing over us with the Glock 19 pointed at Ian. I get out of his way, letting him handle his business.

Ty doesn't waste time. He pulls the trigger, plugging Ian three times in the chest. His body jerks, then he's still, blood dripping like a faucet down his chest. Ty steps back before more gets on his boots.

His back bumps into my chest, and I wrap a bloody arm around him. "How was that?"

Ty drags my hand down, putting it over his raging erection. "So fucking sexy watching you work on him. Hurry up and get me home so I can sit on your cock."

I bite Ty on the neck hard enough to leave a mark behind. "Let's clean up, and we're out of here. Then I'll have your ass, kotenok."

Cleanup takes no time, Ty and I working quickly so we can get back home, and I can fuck him thoroughly. Having a partner with me on these kills has a definite upside.

Once we have everything nice and tidy, I load the body in the back of the car—on top of the tarp I laid earlier—and we drive off to the shore where Ty decided to dump Ian. It takes no time to get him and his body parts from the car and out in the open.

Luckily our outfits are black, and the blood isn't noticeable from afar, so no one gives us any looks as we walk through the lobby. We rush upstairs, barely able to keep our hands off each other.

As soon as we step inside, Ty has me up against the door, slanting his mouth over mine. His kiss is wild and feral, and I fucking relish it, gripping his ass and pulling him into me. Our hard cocks brush, turning me on even more. Ty pulls his lips away, hooks his thumbs into my pants, and drags them down around my ankles.

His smaller hand wraps around my length, and I groan, pushing into his grip. Ty licks the seam of my lips as he jerks me off. Even dry, it feels like fucking heaven.

"Fuck, kotenok." I grip his hand, pushing in and out of his fist smoothly. Ty grips me harder, his hand twisting as he reaches the head of my dick. "Let me fuck your fist. I'd rather it be your ass, but we can get to that soon."

His moan reverberates in my mouth as he kisses me again. Ty jerks me faster, and I stuff my hand in the front of his pants, wrapping my hand around his leaking shaft.

"Leo," he mutters into my mouth, trying to keep up with the kiss but unable to take both my tongue and my hand. If we weren't covered in blood, I'd have him on his knees so I could come down his throat and then have him do the same to me. Until we can shower, this will have to do.

"That feels good," I mutter when Ty reaches under me and tugs on my balls. I grip his ass tighter, kneading the plump globes.

Batting his hand away, I spin him around until his back is against the door, grab both our dicks, and spit between us. When we're both lubed up as much as we can be, I jerk us at the same time.

Ty's hands fly to my shoulders, and he holds on tight, throwing his head back. "Holy fuck, Leo. Yes. Please. Make me … make me come. I need to come. Oh God, please. I need it. I need to… Leo…"

I move my hand faster, the hot skin of his cock feeling like silk against mine. Ty thrusts his hips, holding on tight as I pump us off. "Like that?" I ask, dipping my head to kiss and lick along the column of his throat. The taste of his sweat makes my tongue tingle.

"Yes. Squeeze a little harder." I grip us tighter, moving my hand quicker. "Just like that, baby. Oh Christ, I'm not going to last long."

I hold Ty close, and we move in tandem, working together to get us both to the finish line. His warm breath tickles my neck as he moans and babbles against my skin. His hips stutter, and he chases his release. My cock throbs with the need to mark him. Ty mumbles against my chest, moaning as his body shudders. He sounds like a fucking dream.

"Leo, Leo. Oh God, Leo. I'm coming." The wetness of his release coats my hand as I stroke him through it. It makes the slide easier as I barrel towards orgasm.

Listening to Ty moan and cry out gets me there, and my cum is joining his. My knees almost buckle from the force of my release—I have to throw my hand against the door to stay on my feet. I don't stop until we're both drained dry.

We stand there, Ty breathing hard against my neck as I whisper softly to him, asking if he's okay and telling him I got him, that I won't let him fall. Once again, we're both covered in cum. I want Ty's ass covered in my cum, but fuck, I can't move. I'll have to take a rain check on sliding between the firm globes of his ass.

Swallowing hard, Ty asks, "Can we shower? We're covered in blood and come."

"Come on, kotenok. I'll get you clean, then I'll make you the little spoon, yeah?"

"Fuck yeah," Ty says sleepily, leaning into me heavily as I drag us to the shower.

I set Ty against the counter while I start the water, making sure it's warm enough for him. Once I'm sure the temperature is right, I go back over to him, bending down to unlace his boots and remove them. Then I pull off his socks, pants, and underwear. When I stand, I drag his shirt over his head. Ty sways, dead on his feet from the anticipation of the kill, the kill itself, and the orgasm I gave him.

Grabbing his hands, I pull him into the shower and wrap him in my arms. "You did so good tonight, kotenok. How do you feel?"

"Tired right now." We both chuckle. In a more serious tone, he says, "I'm fine. I don't feel bad about killing Ian. He deserved it. He wasn't even sorry about what he did. No better person to start our partnership with." Ty meets my eyes, his lips tipped up. "Thank you for doing that. I thought it was batshit crazy, some fucked up thing I wanted but shouldn't have. But you listened and did exactly want I asked. Thank you for that. And thank you for checking on me. But don't worry. I'll always let you know if I'm not okay."

"I know, kotenok. You were fucking hot, so good with that Glock. I can't wait to see you do it again."

"I'm putting in my two weeks' notice tomorrow and using the rest of my paid time off to cover it. We can check your site tomorrow to find someone else. I know you said we were partners, but I don't want to take away from your business."

I've already told Ty I have enough money that I don't have to work as a hired killer anymore, but he needs the money. He said he wants to get his bakery sooner rather than later, and I want to help him with that. Though I do have a plan that I have to work out with June that might solve that problem for him, and he can keep the money he makes with me. A win-win.

Grabbing his washcloth and body wash, I clean the blood and gore off Ty, watching the water change from pink to clear. I quickly do the same to myself before shutting off the water. I dry Ty off, scoop him up in my arms, and walk him to the bedroom.

I pull the covers back with one hand and lie in bed, arranging Ty on top of me. "Sleep, kotenok. I'll hold you till morning."

Ty sighs, kisses my cheek, and settles in. He's fast asleep before we can exchange more words. Feeling content, I'm right behind him.