Love and Deceit

Chapter 4: Surgery

I didn’t take long, or at least, it didn’t seem that long, before I dosed off on the bed and felt Carter nudge me awake. I lifted my face from the pillow to see him back in the suit he was wearing when he took me away from the construction site. He was tying up his tie as he spoke to me.

“You better take a shower. We should get to the hospital so that you can tell your brother’s doctor that you are going to allow me to pay for Adrian’s surgery and transfer him to a better hospital.”

I blinked at him. I was exhausted from the lack of sleep that built up for the past month. “So, you weren’t lying to me? You really are going to help save my brother?”

Carter put his hands on the bed at either side of my body, trapping me, and leaned close. “Isn’t that what I said? I’m not such a despicable man that I would lie to you about something like that just to get your body. I am a man with morals, and when I make a promise, I keep it. So yes, I am going to help save little Adrian.”

I couldn’t suppress a smile. I hated the man, but I was so relieved that my brother was finally going to be able to get a new heart and start to live a normal life.

So I obeyed, pulling off the covers I had covering my naked body and, with a feeble attempt at covering my limp cock, walked to the washroom, with some difficulty. I could feel Carter’s gaze watching me, closely inspecting my backside as I made my way inside the washroom and quickly closed the door.

I walked over to the mirror and inspected my right cheek and lip. They were both swollen and turning a deep shade of blue. My bottom lip had a nasty looking gash but, at least, it stopped bleeding.

I went into the shower and started it, letting the warm water caress my body, then, my hair. I didn’t move, didn’t think. I just stood there, enjoying the comforting warmth of the water.

I stood in the shower for a while until I felt a sharp smack on my sore rear. I yelped in protest and spun around to see Carter’s head peeking out from the curtain with an annoyed expression on his face. “Hurry up.” He said, “I don’t have all day. You don’t have to use soap; you can take a proper shower when we get back to the mansion.”

I glared at him, but soon sighed, defeated. “Alright.” I said.

I knew he was right. We needed to go and get my brother transferred as soon as possible so that he could get the transplant as soon as possible.

***
At the Hospital, the doctor greeted me at my entrance. He was surprised to see the bruises on my face. For the first time, I felt kind of lucky that they were both on my right side so that I could easily make up an excuse as to how I got them. “Oh… I accidentally walked onto a pole while I was working.”

The doctor, at first didn’t seem convinced, although, who could blame him, but he had more important matters to attend too, so he just nodded in agreement. Carter simply looked at me and smirked his approval. I certainly wasn’t one to make up great excuses.

Once in the doctor’s office, we discussed the plan of action. Carter was the one who spoke mostly financial issues and other legal yada yadas. My head was swimming as, it appeared to me, his mouth was moving, and sounds were coming out, but he wasn’t saying much. But at least the doctor understood. That’s a good thing right? All I had to do was nod when asked if I agreed to every thing Carter was saying.

With a few incomprehensible (incomprehensible to me anyway) words and a wide eyed doctor later, we got the rights to have Adrian transferred to a better hospital and go through surgery this very night.

“One last thing doctor.” Said Carter. He then turned to me. “Chris, go see your brother, I need to speak with the doctor in private.”

I turned to him to protest, but was silenced by his threatening gaze. I nodded and left the office to go see Adrian. I was wondering why Carter would want to speak with the doctor by himself, and not have me around; especially if it was about matters concerning my little brother.

I made my way to Adrian’s room, knocked on the door and walked in. When I saw him, my heart sank.

Adrian was sleeping peacefully, but his face was nearly completely white, and he was dangerously thin. He had dark circles under his eyes from exhaustion, but I was told that he would sleep most of the day and only wake up to eat and take medication.

I could feel tears sting my eyes. I tried hard not to make a sound as I approached his bed, but to no avail. I woke him.

“Chris! It’s you!”

At least his smile didn’t change.

“Hey, little man. How are you doing?”

I couldn’t hold back the tears that flooded my eyes. I could tell I worried him with the look he gave me.

“Don’t cry Chris. Please. You always make me sad when you cry.”

I wiped the tears from my eyes, but they wouldn’t stop. “I’m sorry” I told him.

“It’s okay… Hey… Chris?”

“Hm?”

He looked at me crossly.

“What happened to your face?”

Busted.

“Oh, right. I… uh… silly me, I walked into a pole at work. Ha ha.”

“Liar.”

Busted again.

“You’re usually so careful at work. ‘I can’t afford to get injured’. That’s what you always say. So what happened?”

“I honestly walked into a pole. I was distracted with something and didn’t even see where I was going. That’s what happened.”

“Hmmm… okay then.”

Phew. I was totally relieved that he didn’t press the matter further. But now, I had to press something.

“Listen Adrian, that man, Carter Welland.”

Adrian looked up t me with glowing eyes at the mention of Carter’s name. Even if I hated the bastard, I knew that Adrian liked him.

“What about him?”

“Well, you need a heart transplant and, I don’t have the amount of money I need to pay for it right away so… he agreed to help. He’s going to pay for the operation and transfer you to a better hospital. Also, we’ll be able to live in his big mansion and you’ll be able to go to the best school. He’s going to help me take care of you. So now, instead of just one big brother, you’re going to have two. Isn’t that great?”

His smile widened at the news. He was so happy I could actually feel the radiance coming out of him despite his health.
“Really? We’ll live in a mansion? And he’ll be my big brother too?”

“Yeah but… this whole thing… the operation and the recovery… it’s going to hurt Adrian. It’s going to really hurt. So I need you too be a big man for this. I need you to be brave, and strong, and fight with all your might to get better. Okay?”

He now looked at me suspiciously, and I thought that he smelled something fishy about this whole thing.

“If, I’m really good, and fight hard and be strong and do every thing else you just said… can I have all the fudge I want?”

I almost fell to the floor with laughter. Adrian definitely had a thing for sweets.

“Yup. You can have all the fudge you want, within reason though. I can’t have you getting sick on fudge above all else.”

He laughed. “I know. I won’t get sick on fudge. I promise I’ll be strong.”

“Good. Now I have to go. You are going to be moved to the better hospital soon and have your surgery tonight okay? That way, you’ll be that much closer to getting your fudge, and living in the mansion.”

“Okay.”

I left Adrian’s room, only to bump into Carter. I looked up at him and glared, while he merely chuckled. “They are moving Adrian in about two hours and he will be going straight to the operating room for surgery. It will most likely take all night so I suggest you go home, pack your things and come over to my place.”

My expression softened, though, it wasn’t towards him. “No,” I said calmly. “I want to be at the hospital no matter how long the surgery takes. I want to know how the surgery is going as soon as I can. I’ll take a bag with some clean clothes and pajama pants. I’ll sleep at the hospital. I’m sure they’ll let me.”

Carter chuckled again and cupped my chin, tilting my head up to meet his one blue eye and one green eye. “Alright, but I’ll be staying with you. I don’t want my adorable little investment to try anything funny.”

My eyes narrowed at his choice of words. Investment? It made me hate him even more, and apparently, that was possible. But I couldn’t stop him from staying with me, even if I tried. And besides, at least he’s letting me stay at the hospital so that I could get the news on my brother’s condition as the surgery goes on. So I didn’t say anything about his “investment” comment.

“Alright. I won’t oppose you staying at the hospital with me. My little brother would probably want you there anyway and… It would probably be a good thing if I wasn’t alone. If something happened during the surgery I… I wouldn’t know what to do by myself.”

“Good.”

***

Night Time.

My brother was moved to the new hospital which. was in the next town. I packed a few things that I would take to the hospital with me when Carter took me back home for a while.

We then went to his mansion for a short while so that he could pack a few things. His mansion was most definitely big, though, I only saw the outside since I stayed in the car. But no worries; I would soon be seeing the inside as well, and I was in absolutely no hurry to do so. And in any case, I figured I could take a shower latter at the hospital

When he came back, we went to buy a few supplies (food) that we would need, and went straight to the hospital.

I got the chance to see Adrian before he went to the operating room. Carter came into his room with me and the two of us could see that Adrian was scared. My poor little brother was shaking and had a worried look on his face. His big eyes betrayed his fear as he attempted to smile at our entrance.

“Hi.” He said, trying to look cheerful. “I’m ready. I’ll try and be strong like you said, Chris. I’ll be brave.”

I smiled at him, and wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. I could feel his trembling worsen as he began to cry. I could hear his sobs and, in turn, tears began falling down my face.

“Chris… I’m scared.”

I held Adrian closer as he buried his head in my shirt, wetting it with his tears. His arms, barely reaching around my waist, tightened in grip. I rested my unbruised cheek on his head, trying to console him by gently stroking his soft hair.

“I know you’re scared… but it will all be done by tonight. I’ll be here the whole time waiting for you to be done and then I’ll be by your bedside until you wake up. I promise you, you won’t be alone.”
“Okay.” He was sniffling loudly as he held me for dear life. It was then that the doctor came in and said it was time. Adrian’s arms tightened even more around my waist as if daring me to leave his side. But, I had too.

I managed to free myself from Adrian’s grasp as I bent down to look him in the eye, wiping away his tears with my thumb as I cupped his face.

“I will be here the whole time. I will be here to support you, and so will Carter. We won’t leave you to go through this all by your self.”

Adrian looked over my shoulder and I turned back to see Carter who was smiling reassuringly. The smile was beautiful, causing me to hold my breath. He would have looked angelic, had it not been for the horns on his head that only I could see. Despite that, his smile reassured my brother, as well as me that things would be alright.

I looked back at Adrian who looked back at me in turn. He wiped a stray tear that was sliding down his face, and smiled as well.

Then, the doctor came with the nurses and wheeled him into the O.R. with me looking after him, new tears falling down my face.

Carter put a reassuring hand on my shoulder, and I buried my head into his shoulder before I could stop myself.

He put his own arms around me as I cried freely. As much as I hated this man, I didn’t care now. I was glad that someone was with me, to hold me, to comfort me, even if it was him. And anyway, he was doing a great job of just being there for me. It made me remember why I fell in love with him at first. If I didn’t know what he was really like, I would have fallen for him again at that very moment, but I knew that my hard life with him had just begun.

But that wasn’t important at the moment. The important thing was that someone was there to help me through my brother’s surgery, and to be honest, I’m actually glad it was him.

***

A few hours past with no word from the doctor, but one soon came out.

“Are you Chris Saunders?” He asked.

“Yes, I am.”

“Well, you’ll be happy to know that the surgery is going well so far.”

I let out a sigh of relief. Anxiety was building up for quite sometime, and I was glad that I was finally able to get rid of it.

“It will still be a few hours before the surgery is over. Your brother is a fighter, I must give him that. I suggest you get some sleep. When the surgery is done, we will notify you on how it went and you can stay with your brother in the recovery room but, for now, we will find you a room where you can get some sleep. You too, Mr. Welland.”

The doctor looked over to Carter who was standing behind me. I turned to see his blank expression and the subtle nod when he was told to get some rest.

The two of us followed the doctor to an empty room with two beds. He nodded to us and left.

I walked over to the far bed and I heard a click that indicated that the door was locked. Almost immediately after that, Carter’s arms wrapped themselves around me as his lips and tongue traced a wet trail down my neck. One cold hand slipped under my shirt and made its way up my stomach up to my left nipple as he began to fondle it, then the right.

I gasped at the sensation. Carter walked me to the far bed and pushed me roughly on the side of it as he momentarily let me go to close the curtain separating the two beds, as if to have even more privacy he then quickly moved toward me again to leaned on my back, pinning me to the bed, while continuing to plant kisses on my neck.

I grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and pulled it close to me so as to have some support. I buried my head in the soft pillow to drown out any cries that were sure to escape my lips. I remember the pain I felt just that afternoon when Carter took me for the first time.

I could feel him smile through his kisses. One of his hands traveled under my shirt, up my back, to my shoulder as the other roughly undid my pants, and pulled them down to my thighs as he spread my legs with his own.

I could feel that same hand that pulled down my pants unfastened his own, and he pressed his erect manhood to my opening. Luckily, before he penetrated with his cock, he used his fingers.

However, it didn’t take long for him to penetrate me fully and right away begin to thrust violently. I’m sure that that was the first time he tore my inside, and I felt blood. At least it lubricated his large member, and it slid easier with each thrust; but each thrust was painful none the less. It was a good thing I had the pillow in my arms for I made good use of it as I screamed into it with each thrust.

I tried lifting my head slightly so I could attempt a plea. “Carter… please… please stop. It hurts.”
My voice was drowned out by his grunts of pleasure as his pace quickened and came. His seed that spilled into me stung the tears he made. He pulled out his limp member and saw the blood that stained it. A line of blood was sliding down my leg as well as his seed.

I simply lie over the bed, by bottom half over the side of it.

I could here Carter going to the washroom that was in the hospital room and I heard the sink go. I then felt a warm towel clean my leg as well as my opening, gently caressing the tender flesh around the entrance. Carter pulled my pants down all the way and replaced them with the pajama bottoms I brought. He lifted me easily onto the bed and I cringed in pain at the sudden movement. But I was glad to being lying down. This second violation of my body drained me of the little energy I had left.

Carter removed my shirt and slipped the covers over me as he caressed my hair and kissed my forehead, licking away the tears that stained my face when he was having his way with me. I refused to look him in the eye as I simply gazed forward.

He turned and removed his own shirt. It was then that I saw his tattoo; something that seemed to fit the irony of his personality, perfectly.

There, on his back, was a large tattoo of wings. One wing was white feathers, indicating the wings of an angel. The other wind was broken, and black with hints of red, indicating the wing of a demon or devil. The tattoo took up all of his back and wrapped around the top of his shoulders, and around his ribs. From the front, one would see just the tips of each wing, but its full glory was on his back.

I had to admit, the tattoo was beautiful, and it most definitely fit his personality. Carter Welland could seem like the most admirable and respectable person in the world. He could seem like the ideal man, but he was no more than a two faced scum bag.

The tattoo said it all.