Take Me Home

Hello, hello, folks. This fic was long over due and I finally got around to finishing it. Thanks to all that reviewed! It was a cliffhanger, I admit, but I hope this makes up for it. Be a bit warned though, there\'s some knife play and a dash of non-con so you might want to skip over a few parts if that offends. Here\'s the last bit, enjoy!!!

I looked up at him, still trying to let all of the shit settle in. How the fuck did I let this happen?

“I’ll remember that next time,” I mutter softly.

“Who says there’s going to be a next time for you?,” Gerald whispered.

Shit, he was serious. “You gonna kill me?” I said softly.

“Not if you do what I tell you to,” he replied smoothly. “Spread your legs.”

I didn’t argue and quickly did as told. Hell, wouldn’t you? My heart was beating fast in my chest and I couldn’t remember if I was breathing as I felt the first sting of pain as the knife cut into my skin. I felt a wave of anger flow up from everything else. I was gonna fuck him anyway, why’d he have to pull out a knife? Or maybe that’s how he got it up? Knifing young boys while he fucked them. I shivered.

\"Nothing to say now?\" he said with a laugh as he slowly positioned himself on top of me.

Actually I had a lot to fucking say, but with a knife at my throat I figured it wasn\'t too smart of an idea. Do you blame me? I couldn\'t fucking believe it. I laid back down and he slowly climbed on top of me.

\"Put your arms above your head and keep them there,\" he said softly. I obeyed and watched him carefully. \"Don\'t worry, Neil,\" he whispered, \"you just might enjoy this.\"

I was tempted to tell the bastard fat chance but I was in no position for back talk. I didn\'t want to test how heavy or quick his hand was. I stayed silent, watching him with angry eyes.

\"Don\'t look at me like that,\" Gerald said smoothing, \"it\'s your own fault that you\'re here.\" He trailed the tip of the knife along my throat. \"Aren\'t you scared?\" He pressed the knife down harder and I hissed as it punctured the skin and I felt warm blood trail down my neck. \"Aren\'t you?\"

\"Is that all you want?\"

\"Not all,\" he purred and slowly dragged the knife down my chest. With his free hand he pushed my legs wider apart and reached down to position his cock at my ass. Jesus fucking Christ, no lube?! This was gonna hurt, goddamn him. I bit on my lip as he started probing with his cock, pushing inside me slowly. I shut my eyes and bared the pain and it only let up a bit when he finally buried every inch in me. He wasted no time and started thrusting hard and fast, every time his cock slid in and out of me was a jolt of pain through my body. I latched on to my anger, let it engulf me; it was the only fucking thing keeping me grounded. I let out a loud cry as he lunged forward suddenly and the knife went further into my chest.

\"Ease up,\" I panted. \"Please.\"

He only groaned loudly and fucked me faster. The bed squeaked in protest as he slammed into me and each thrust forced that air out of my lungs and shook my body.

\"Stop,\" I moaned.

\"Beg me,\" Gerald whispered huskily, \"beg me.\"

\"Ple—Shit!\" I arched my back, whimpering as he thrusted so hard into me I saw white spots in front of my eyes. I felt another snick of the knife and gasped from the pain. I\'d be sporting so many scars from this fucker if I made it through this.

\"Please,\" I gasped, hoping that the more I got Gerald off the quicker he\'d come and be done with it.

\"More,\" Gerald groaned. \"Beg me more.\"

\"Please stop,\" I said, my voice going high from the pain and I could have slapped myself for sounding so fucking weak.

His pace started to lose its rhythm and became a constant ramming into me. He moaned above me, getting louder and louder until he cried out and I felt his warm cum fill me up. This was the moment! As he was still giving into orgasm I sat up and went for his hand holding the knife. Gerald cried out in surprise and with his free hand he hit me square in the jaw. Like that would stop me? Please. I\'ve been hit by guys bigger and stronger than him and that little love pat didn\'t do shit. I held on to his wrist and twisted my grip until I made him drop the knife. Now it was a fair fight; let\'s see how tough he was now. I moved forward, pushing Gerald back on the bed and quickly straddling him. Still holding on to his wrist with one hand I balled the other in a fist and punched him in the face as hard as I could. His head flew back and his nose was a bloody mess. He instantly stopped and his hands flew to his nose.

\"Are you nuts?!\" he yelled.

My fist was raised and ready to deliver another blow but that made me stop in midswing.

\"Huh?\" Was all I could mutter. Since when does the attacker back down because they get punched in the nose?

\"You fucked up my nose you little shit!\" He grumbled.

\"You just fucked me with a knife at my throat!\" I nearly screamed. At the very thought of it my fist swung down before I could stop it, wetting my hand with more of his blood. Beating his face to a pulp with my bare hands definitely seemed satisfying but I felt he should get just a bit of his own medicine. I reached over and wrapped my fingers around the knife that was at my throat only moments ago. Now it was at his. Gerald instantly froze, keeping his eyes on the shiny metal than on me.

\"Did you plan on doing that since you picked me up?\" I asked him.

\"Yes, actually,\" he replied.

Oh, that rotten, lousy, piece of shit asshole!!

I swallowed down my anger. After all, what would use would it be now that it\'s all over? Gerald was watching me so carefully like he expected me to gut him. Truthfully, the thought had crossed my mind. I did the one thing he wasn\'t expecting. I smiled.

\"How many?\" I asked softly, the barest of whispers.

\"How many what?\" Gerald snapped but instantly calmed down.

\"You\'re gonna act like you don\'t know?\" I said smoothly and lightly trailed the knife along his throat.

\"I don\'t know what the hell you\'re talking about!\"

\"Kills, Gerald old bean. Kills. What number would I have been if I didn\'t stop you?\" I sneered through clenched teeth.

\"I don\'t kill,\" Gerald snapped.

\"Oh? Then you just use this knife as some fucked up sort of foreplay?\" I spat nastily. \"Poke someone with a knife while you get off?\"

\"Yeah,\" Gerald replied.

I blinked and my grip on the knife slipped. \"What?\"

Gerald smiled lazily. \"I don\'t kill.\"

\"B-but the knife, the fuck…the—\" I stammered, unable to wrap my brain about what the hell just happened to me. So that meant that he was only—

Gerald laughed at me. \"You should\'ve seen the look on your face, kid. Priceless.\" He sat up, pressing more of his neck against the knife but was grinning with confidence that my shocked expression meant I was defeated. \"I take home naïve shits like you home, so eager to fuck and then I whip the knife out and they do anything I want them to.\"

My hand was starting to shake. \"And afterwards?\"

\"I tell them what good little boys they were and drop them off where I found them. Shaking and sobbing like little babies. I actually like to think of myself as saving them, it\'ll keep them off the streets afterwards, wouldn\'t you say?\"

This guy fucking disgusted me! I had come home with him to have a good time when I could have stayed at the club, met someone, gone back to their place and….

I started to laugh and Gerald frowns at me. \"You really are nuts.\"

Tears roll from my eyes and down my cheeks as I laugh harder. I had to swallow a few times before I could talk again.

\"Maybe, Gerald, maybe. You see, I thought you were really going to kill me.\"

\"Don\'t sound so disappointed,\" Gerald replied. He moved beneath me, grinding his hips up against me. \"Since you\'re up there, we could give it another go.\" He smiled. \"No knives this time.\"

I glared at him and felt another surge of anger that threatened to make me slice his damn neck open. Instead I moved back down against him and licked my lips.

\"Now that I beat you, you\'ll let me fuck you?\"

\"First of all, you didn\'t beat me, you got lucky. Secondly, your dick ain\'t going anywhere near my ass, Neil. I fuck kids, kids don\'t fuck me.\"

\"What a big strong man you are,\" I whispered harshly, my voice trembling from the building rage. I leaned down so that my chest touched his and I kissed him softly on the mouth and smiled before letting him see the rage that boiled in me. His eyes widened and his mouth went slack. How crazy I must look right now. Maybe he was starting to regret taking me home?

\"You\'re just a pretender!\" I hissed.

\"I was just fucking around with you!\" Gerald exclaimed. \"It was a game, Neil, a game. You make it sound like you wanted me to!\"

\"No,\" I said quietly and shook my head. \"No, I don\'t.\" I threw Gerald\'s knife off the side of the bed and let my right hand slide off the side of the bed and my fingers reached for my pile of clothes. \"But there is a bit of disappointment, I admit. Someone who could\'ve finally beaten me.\"

\"W-what?\" Gerald stammered.

My lips brushed against his as I spoke just barely above a whisper. \"Poor, poor Gerald,\" I caressed his face with my left hand as I drew my right arm back up, but my hand was no longer empty. I stroked his face almost lovingly and I smiled sadly at him.

\"The fact is….I don\'t pretend.\"

I only gave him a moment to let the truth sink in before he had a new friend saying hello to his throat. Gerald\'s was pretty and ornate; mine was a seven-inch Bowie with a grain wood finish handle. This was a hunting knife, it\'s blade made for the purpose of slicing into things, skinning and all the good stuff. Gerald probably got his from some fancy antique shop, beautiful to look at but with no function. Kinda like him.

\"You should\'ve been more careful about who you take home,\" I said softly. Shit! I didn\'t come here for that, I really, really didn\'t. I didn\'t want to kill him, but he had to go and fuck things up.

\"Listen,\" Gerald said quickly. \"If it\'s money you want, I—\"

\"I don\'t care about money,\" I said as I changed my grip on the handle and brought the knife down and across his neck. He choked as the blood flowed like a red waterfall, staining his sheets and everything else. I made a face as I got off the bed and watched him squirm as his life steadily poured out with every beat of his heart. I snorted as I used the sheets to wipe the blood off my knife. Money. The very proposition was beneath me. It figured someone who talked as big as Gerald would try to bargain out of this.

I normally got more satisfaction out of it; I at least fucked them first. But Gerald had hit a sore spot. He got the drop on me and if he was serious….if he was like me.. then it might have be me on that bed bleeding, gurgling and twitching.

Fuck, I\'m getting a woody.

I took a quick shower, careful not to touch anything. In the Underbelly no one cares, cops that did their jobs was a rarity but I wasn\'t going to take the chance of Gerald being more important than he seemed. Cops cared if they had money. I got dressed, shoved my knife back into my boot and decided to take Gerald\'s with me. A little keepsake to remind me of tonight.

I slipped out of his apartment and walked a few miles before I stopped at a payphone and called a cab. I was eager as hell to get back to Sublime. My cock was hard in my pants and aching for release, the knife in my boot was getting cold and crying out to be warmed. Soon. I\'d get both soon. Once at the club I slipped around the back, knowing that the doorman wouldn\'t be there. I smiled and looked over to the dumpster where he was now residing after I stabbed him in the stomach and threw him in there. I sucked him off and just when he came my knife was in his belly. Hey, at least he died happy.

I avoided the bar since I didn\'t want the guy to notice me here again and without Gerald. Towards the back of the club was a guy dancing alone, losing himself to the steady beats and pumping music. His blond hair swayed with every little shake of his head and tight jeans hugged his ass and every curve. I made my way to him, my charming smile on and my eyes begging to be befriended.

I introduced my self and starting saying exactly what he wanted to hear, gave him sly looks that I knew he wanted to see and it wasn\'t long before we were making out like crazy in the dim lights. He asked me my name. I told him it was Neil. I didn\'t ask for his, really didn\'t care but he told me anyway.

William.

His name is William.

Sorry. Was.

He wanted to take me back to his place, wanted to do nasty things to me and I wasn\'t going to argue. He wasn\'t that much older than me but with my looks he probably thought he was taking a teenager home. He kissed me and humped against me, sending electric shocks of pleasure through my whole body. Oh yeah, this one was gonna be good. I grinned at him and bit gently at his lips, making him moan. My lips curved into a wide predatory smile that William mistook for desire.

\"Take me home,\" I whispered.

Well? I bet you saw that coming didn\'t ya? It was really fun to write, I love twists and all that. I might write what happens to poor Will, following around in Neil\'s twisted and nutty brain of his or not. Let me know if it\'s something you\'d like to see.

Later,
Peccavi