Black Rainbow

Chapter Five

When Ashley arrived behind the gym the next day for her usual cigarette, she wasn’t surprised to find Milo leaning against the wall. He smirked at her; she glared at him. Although he was a good-looking young man, he bothered her. Something about him just didn’t feel right. She stood at the building’s corner as long as was politely possible before she walked over to Milo.

Milo caught the glare aimed at him and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He pulled out a few bills and flashed them at her as soon as he was sure that she could see what the currency was worth. Benjamin Franklin’s face was met with a widespread grin from the blonde.

“So, what can I do for you…?” She slowly dropped to her knees before him.
He smirked, leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Die…” With that he wrenched her head back and reached into his back pocket for a vial. He held it before her gaze and swirled around the faint yellow liquid. “Do you know what this is?” He chuckled and pulled out the stopper with his teeth. He held it before her again and clamped his hand over her mouth to stifle a scream.

Her eyes went wide as her mind placed the scents familiarity; ammonia. She squirmed in his grip, trying desperately to escape the odor, which was making her eyes water. He chuckled as her pried her mouth open and poured the chemical in. When he was sure the vial was empty, he released her and stood back to watch.

She glared at him for a moment before her eyes shot wide opened. She made a slight gagging noise and fell to the ground. She looked up at him pleadingly, her lips starting to tinge blue. He chuckled as she tried futilely to crawl away. He walked up and pressed his boot to her back, as a hunter would his trophy. She squirmed and he stomped down hard, receiving a sick, cracking sound from her back. A look of shock crossed her face and then she was still.

He stood over her, cackling manically. A slight sound behind him drew his attention to the building behind him. He turned to see Jason’s white face.

“Did you just…? What the hell are you!?!” He stared at Milo with sheer terror.

“Let’s just keep this between you and me, huh Jason? We wouldn’t want them to find you out here, now would we? She was nothing more than a slut, with little to no compassion for her fellow man. She needed to be relieved of this life. Maybe she’ll make better choices in the after life.” He chuckled and took a step toward the other boy.

Jason took and involuntary step back. “You won’t get away with this. They’ll find the body!”

Milo’s face became stern. “Jason, I suggest you leave now and forget what you’ve just seen. I can assure you that it would be better for both of us in the long run.” He took another step forward, grinning like the Cheshire cat. Jason turned and ran.


Later that evening Milo sat in his living room watching TV when the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hello, my name is Kyle Martin and I’m calling from State of Arizona’s Office of Alternative Child Placement. I’m looking for Milo Anderson.”

“This is Milo, how can I help you?” His voice was cold, level.

“Oh. Well, I’m calling to schedule a meeting with your resident guardian for more appropriate placement for you.” His voice was nervous.

“There is no resident guardian. I live alone. Good-bye.” Milo hung up the receiver and dropped down into the nearest chair. He hadn’t expected to get that call for weeks; enough time to come up with a story. He sighed and went up stairs to bed.


It was late in the evening weeks later when Milo got home. He tossed his book bag into his room and made his way toward the bathroom. The phone rang on his way there and he froze. It was probably that guy from social services again. He’d called every couple of days and Milo had finally ceased to answer the phone.

His hand lingered over the receiver for a moment and then he pulled away. Why bother? He continued on into the bathroom as though nothing had happened.

When he emerged from the bathroom a while later, the phone was ringing again. Annoyed, he answered it’s incessant cries.

“Hello?”

“Hello. This is Kyle Martin from-“

“I don’t care where you’re from. I want you to stop calling me.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible Sir. You see, I’m required to speak with either you or your guardian. And, since you have shown that you have no desire to speak with me, I am required to keep calling until I speak with your guardian.”

“What do you want?”

“To meet with either you or your guardian, Mr. Anderson.”

Milo was taken aback. “Why do you need to meet with me?”

“I need to assess you for alternative placement as it has come to our attention that your current position is not suitable for a student.”

“And this has come to your attention, how?”

“We were contacted by your high school when your parents failed to respond to any of their numerous attempts at communication.”

“Perfect. Not only do they alienate and terrorize me within their own boarders, they have outside connections to help lock me up. Oh goody.”

There was a long pause. After a moment, the man spoke. “We are in no way a juvenile detention organization. I just want to do an assessment.”

“Fine, when?”

“I was hoping to arrange a meeting as soon as possible. Will you be available tomorrow?”

Milo thought a moment. What harm could it do? If things turned sour it wouldn’t be that hard to disappear. “Sure, tomorrow’s good.” They arranged a time and hung up.

Milo glanced up at the clock. It was just brimming on eleven. It was still early enough to go out. He walked into his room and selected his evening outfit; tight black pants with multiple straps hanging from the legs and a black A-shirt. He grabbed up his keys and left the house, slamming the door behind him.

As he neared the club, he could feel the bass beneath his feet. He smirked as he slipped past the bouncer, who gave a nearly imperceptible nod of his head. He walked over to his usual stool at the bar and waited for the bar tender to acknowledge him.

He placed his order and turned to observe the other occupants of the bar. His gaze scanned the dancers as he mulled over the idea of claiming one of them for the night. He smirked when a familiar face floated through the crowd. Who could have guessed that he would make an appearance in a place like this?

Milo smiled as he turned to receive his drink. He sipped it thoughtfully, paid and then turned back to the dancers. His gaze sought out the familiar face again and he smiled. He set his empty glass on the bar and stepped out onto the floor. He made a direct path to the boy who seemed lost in the sea of bodies.

Milo slid behind him and started a smooth rhythm to the music. The boy willingly moved with him until the music ended. He tried to turn to face Milo, who slipped away into the crowd. He smiled to himself as he watched the boy’s puzzled face scan those nearest him.

As the next song started, Milo again slid up to the boy. He ground his body against the others’ to the music’s rhythm. The boy laid his head back on Milo’s shoulder and Milo laid a soft kiss on his lips. He turned his face away quickly before the boy could identify him. When the song ended his tried to slip away to the bar but was held back. He turned to see the boy clutching his hand.

“No, stay.” The boy turned his head to see Milo’s face. Milo again averted his face and stared at the far wall. Doors leading to dimly lit rooms sparked an idea.

“Come with me.” Milo pulled the boy through the mass of writhing bodies. As he passed open doors, animalistic groans issued forth. The boy behind him breathed heavily into his ear. Milo turned. “Wait for me, Sugar.” He heard the boy’s lusty groan and quickened to an empty chamber. He dragged the boy in behind him and pressed him against the nearest wall. He kissed the boy feverishly, eliciting moans of delight. The boy’s hands fumbled at Milo’s belt, tangling in the straps. He grunted in frustration but gasped when Milo pressed his knee against the boy’s groin.

Milo tugged the boy’s shirt over his head and attacked the newly bared flesh. The boy was bulkier than him, built like an athlete. Milo ran his tongue over the boy’s nipple ring then tugged at it gently with his teeth. The boy hissed and arched his back, pressing his chest into the caresses.

Milo eased lower on the boy, trailing licks and nips down his stomach. He found a particularly sensitive point. He sucked on the soft skin, causing the other boy to groan in pleasure. Milo knelt down before the boy and slowly unzipped his jeans. The boy shivered with anticipation.

Milo tugged the boy’s jeans past his hips. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the boy had avoided the confined restrictions of underwear. Milo felt the boy try to push his head toward his swollen desire. Milo couldn’t help but comply. After hearing the trembling boy’s cries of release, Milo drew away licking his lips.

Milo stood and unclipped one of the straps attached to his pants. He grabbed the boy’s wrist, wrapped the strap around it a few times and then tied in the other wrist. As though leading a dog, Milo pulled the boy over to the bed at the back of the room. He pushed the boy onto the bed and tied the strap to the headboard. He stood back to admire his handiwork. The boy groaned in frustration, his desire already returning.

Milo smirked and began to slowly undress. He kept his face shadowed, turned away from the boy. He tossed his shirt to the floor and soon added his shoes and socks. He reached into the pocket of his pants and removed something, and then those too landed atop the pile. He neared the bed and quickly pushed the boy onto his stomach. The boy grunted in pain as the straps cinched tighter around his wrists. Milo smiled softly.

“Don’t worry, Sugar, I’ll make it all better.” Milo started to rub the boy’s back, leaning down to kiss the nape of his neck. He trailed kisses down his spine and ended at his tail bone. He slid his hands under the younger boy’s hips and pulled him up into a kneeling position. Milo reached for the item he had pulled from his pocket and set on the table. He squirted a liberal amount of lube into his hands and rubbed them together.

“This might hurt a little.” He pressed two fingers into the boy, who groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Milo scissored his fingers, stretching and preparing the boy for bigger and better things. He withdrew his fingers and spread some lube onto his own throbbing member. He stood up on his knees behind the boy and pressed into him. He groaned and felt the boy tightening up beneath him. “Relax or it’ll hurt even more.” He reached around, began to massage the boy’s hardened member and felt the boy relax against him.

Milo started to thrust into the boy slowly, gaining speed and then slowing again. He felt himself drawing nearer to his finish and began to pump the boy harder. As he drew closer, his movements became erratic. He felt the boy jerking beneath him as he reached his second release. Milo threw his head back and groaned as his own climax rolled over him. He rode out the final waves before pulling out of the boy. He got off the bed and began to dress.

“What’s the rush?” He glanced back at the boy, who was lying on the bed with a glazed look in his eyes.

“School night.” Milo zipped up his pants.

“Yeah right.” The boy rolled over onto his back. “Fuck… that was good.”

“I try.” Milo pulled his shirt on and looked around for his socks. He found them in the corner and pulled them on.

“You come here often?” The boy looked up at him, tilting his head to try to see Milo in the light.

Milo turned his face away. “When I can.” He finished tying his shoes and turned to leave.

The boy grabbed his hand. “Who are you?” He pulled Milo closer, trying to see his face straight on. “I think I’ve met you before.”

“You have.”

“What? Really? Then, what’s your name?”

“Anderson… and you’re Jason.” The boy gasped. Milo smirked and pulled his hand away. He turned and left the room, disappearing into the throng of bodies on the dance floor.