Black Rainbow

Chapter 7

Milo checked the clock as he walked past the kitchen into the bathroom. 8 o’clock. He had plenty of time. He walked in and reached for his eyeliner on the counter.

He had been living with Kyle for almost a month now and there didn’t appear to be a hard search for another placement for him. He smirked. It seemed to Milo that Kyle had developed a fondness for his charms. Milo finished with the eyeliner and reached for his mascara.

He decided tonight he would visit his favorite bar. It was a dingy little place in the shadier part of town, but that’s what attracted Milo to it. He could be anonymous there, do anything he pleased with anyone and nobody would ever know. He considered inviting Kyle to join him, but he hadn’t decided on whether or not to ask him yet. He reached for the black glossy lipstick and applied a liberal amount to his thin lips.

He smiled at his reflection and walked out into the hallway. He glanced down at Kyle’s door and saw the light on beneath it. He walked toward the light and rapped on the door.

“Come in.”

“Where are you?” Milo walked in and looked around the room.

“In the bathroom. Just a sec.” The bathroom door opened with a wave of steam. Kyle walked out with a white towel tied around his waist. Milo smirked and sat down on the bed. Kyle walked over and started pulling clothes out of the dresser. He turned with his arms full, walked over to the bed and dropped the articles on the bed. He reached for the towel and then stopped and looked at Milo.

“Do you mind?” He scowled at the younger man.

Milo smirked, “Not at all.” He chuckled when Kyle threw a pillow at him and told him to turn around. He obliged and turned his back to the older man. “So, uh, do you have any plans for tonight?”

“As a matter of fact, yes. I have a meeting regarding to your case. You aren’t allowed to be present.” He said it as if to keep Milo from asking. Milo had no intentions of going.

“Oh, well, if that’s the case then I guess I’ll have to go alone.”

“Go? Go where?” Kyle’s voice held a slight twinge of authority.

“Just to a club. I was gonna ask you if you’d like to join me, but that meeting must be important so I’ll have to go alone.” Milo smirked and turned to face Kyle.

“Well, I could reschedule my meeting…”

“No, it’s probably really important. I wouldn’t want you to inconvenience all those people just for me.” Milo feigned a look of disappointment.

Kyle swallowed the lump in his throat and responded, “I’d like to go to the club with you Milo. Give me twenty minutes to give my bosses a call and let them know I won’t be there.” Milo smiled softly at the older man and nodded cryptically. Kyle raised an eyebrow and then turned for the telephone. He dialed the number quickly and turned to check if Milo was still in the room. His boss answered just as the door closed behind the boy.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Kyle. I won’t be able to be at the meeting.”

“What do you mean you won’t be able to be at the meeting?!? It’s for your biggest case since you started in this business. How can you tell me won’t be able to make it?”

“I’m going out for some field work tonight with my case subject.”

“Field work? What kind of field work could be more important than this meeting?”

“I’m going to do some observations of Milo’s behavior among others in a comfortable environment. I have to go, he’s waiting on me.”

“I’m warning you Martins, don’t get personally involved in your case.”

“What are you implying, sir?”

“Never mind. Just be careful Kyle.”

“Good night sir.”

He hung up the phone and turned back to the closet. He checked his reflection in the mirror and shook his head. He walked into the closet and came out with a tight black t-shirt and black jeans draped over his arm. He changed into the clothes and reached for his belt. After slipping on some boots and grabbing his jacket he stepped out into the living room.

Milo was sitting on the couch flipping through a book. He looked over his shoulder and his eyes widened slightly at Kyle’s dress. A smirk played across his blackened lips. He set his book down and stood to face Kyle. “Shall we go?”


As he turned down the street, Kyle glanced over at Milo. “Are you sure this is the right place? There’s nothing here…”

“Don’t worry, it’s here. A little further down. Park here.”

Kyle pulled up to the curb and parked. They got out of the car and Milo led the way into a dark alley.

“I don’t like this. Something’s not right here.”

“You worry too much.” Milo knocked on the back door of an old building. There was a pause before a loud thud came from the other side. Milo smirked. “After you.”

Kyle raised an eyebrow and then opened the door. Before him was a huge man, standing at least half a head taller than him and weighing around 250 pounds. He tilted his head down and waited for Milo to enter behind him. The door slammed behind the boy and Kyle jumped. Milo chuckled softly and led the way down a dark hallway.

“What the hell kinda club is this Milo?” Kyle glanced at the walls, which were painted up with various scenes from famous horror movies.

Milo glanced over his shoulder and smirked. “It’s a dance club. Don’t worry, you’ll like it…” He reached back and took Kyle’s hand. Kyle allowed himself to be led by the hand until they reached a large archway, which was painted to look like a gateway to hell. Kyle swallowed and glanced over to Milo. Milo smirked and dragged him through the door and into a room, which pulsed with music.

Kyle followed Milo to the bar and they both grabbed a stool. Milo gestured for 2 drinks to the bartender, who seemed to know the boy well. Two shot glasses slid down the counter and they grabbed their drinks. Kyle sipped at his, not quite sure what he was drinking. It had a nice flavor and it went down smooth. He glanced over to see Milo slam back his own drink and then ask for another. Kyle’s eyes widened, he hadn’t pictured Milo as much of a drinker. Milo looked over at him, held up his glass in a toast and downed a second drink. Kyle rose his glass and took another sip.

After Kyle had drunk a few shots and Milo had consumed enough alcohol for both of them, the boy rose and offered a hand to the older man.

“Care to dance?” Him eyes were glassy and half-lidded and Kyle couldn’t resist. He stood up from his stool and allowed Milo to lead him out onto the dance floor. They moved to the rhythmic pulse of the music, Milo rubbing his lithe body against Kyle. The beat changed and they moved to match it, Milo with his leg between Kyle’s and Kyle with his hands on the boy’s hips. The song ended and Kyle gestured back to the bar. Milo nodded and followed the older man over.

“I didn’t think you knew how to dance.” Milo chuckled and sipped at his drink.
Kyle smirked, “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

Milo’s eyes glittered and he leaned close to Kyle’s ear. “Is that a challenge?”

Kyle shivered in response. He tried to keep his face and tone composed, “Maybe it is and maybe it isn’t. It all depends on if you’re up to it. After all, you’re the one hammering ‘em back.”

Milo smirked at the comment and downed the rest of his drink. He grabbed Kyle’s shoulder and pulled him close. He moved his lips within an inch of the older man’s and said, “I’m always up for a challenge.” He pressed his lips against Kyle’s, who groaned. Milo pulled away and smiled seductively. Kyle smirked, pulled out his wallet and dropped a few bills onto the bar.

“Well, let’s get out of here and see what you’re made of, boy.” Kyle smirked at the expression of dislike on Milo’s face at his use of the term ‘boy’. The boy followed him out the door and to the car.

Kyle unlocked the doors and Milo crawled in next to him. Milo leaned over and nibbled at Kyle’s ear softly. Kyle pulled away. “Not here… not yet. Let’s get home first, were we can have a little privacy.”

Milo groaned and wiggled his hips seductively. “I don’t know if I can keep my hands off of you that long.” He placed his hand on Kyle’s thigh and kissed the side of his neck. Kyle removed his hand, started the engine and they pulled away.


When they reached home, Milo nearly dragged Kyle out of the car. They fell through the door as soon as Kyle had it unlocked. Milo turned around and slammed the door shut with Kyle pressed between it and his body. Milo leaned forward and kissed Kyle, his every action begging for Kyle to succumb to him. Kyle’s lips parted and their tongues met in a delicious duel. Milo pressed his body flush with Kyle’s and groaned into the kiss.

Kyle snaked his arms around the boy’s waist. He lifted the boy, who instantly wrapped his long legs around Kyle’s waist. Kyle carried the boy into his bedroom and laid the boy on the bed.

He stripped off his T-shirt, exposing a well-defined chest. He leaned forward and kissed Milo, who tore at his belt, cursing it under his breath. The older man chuckled softly in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. With expert hands, Kyle slid the belt off and let it drop to the floor, forgotten.

He reached forward and removed Milo’s shirt, peeling off the sweaty fabric like a second skin. He attacked the bare pale flesh with lips and tongue, relishing the way the boy’s muscles twitched under his touch.

Milo arched his back into the kisses and ran his hands through Kyle’s blonde tresses. He groaned when an extra-sensitive spot was hit. He groaned again when Kyle started to suck on the sensitive skin. He pulled the man’s head up and kissed him, expert hands reaching down to unbutton Kyle’s jeans. He tugged at the clothing, bringing it down past the man’s hips.

Kyle pulled away, removed his pants and reached down to remove Milo’s. The clothes fell to the floor like raindrops to the soil. Milo leaned up and kissed the older man again, pulling him down atop him. He chuckled at the expression on Kyle’s face as he lost his balance. He kissed and sucked at the side of Kyle’s throat, enjoying the sounds he drew from the older man.

Kyle sat up, hips straddling the younger boy’s, and turned Milo over. He kissed the back of his neck, sending shivers down the boy’s spine. The man ran his fingers down the boy’s sides, ghosting contact between them. He wrapped his arms around the boy’s waist and pulled up onto his knees. Milo groaned and leaned forward, raising his ass into the air.

Kyle reached onto the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lotion. He spread a liberal amount on his cock, resisting the urge to let his hand remain there. He poured more lotion into his hand and rubbed it on his hands. He gently pressed one finger into Milo’s anus, careful not to hurt the boy. When he saw that Milo was ready, he added another finger, stretching the boy in preparation.

He then withdrew his fingers, rose up and positioned himself behind the boy.
He leaned forward and whispered in Milo’s ear, “Are you ready for this?”

Milo nodded and Kyle slowly slid into him. They groaned simultaneously. Kyle pulled his hips back and then thrust in, making Milo cry out. They moved steadily into a rhythm, with Kyle pulling back and Milo pushing against him. They panted and groaned together, relishing the other’s body.

As he neared climax, Milo began to cry out louder, urging Kyle to go faster, deeper. Suddenly, he screamed Kyle’s name and his body froze as the wave of sensation washed over him. Kyle thrust into the boy twice more and then joined him in the throws of orgasm.

Kyle pulled out of Milo slowly and lay down next to the boy. Milo lay panting, whispering random words to Kyle, who wrapped his arms around the boy. The boy curled up in Kyle’s arms and pressed his head against the man’s chest.

He breathed in the man’s scent, loving the clean yet musky smell of him. He felt the man relax into a doze and asked quietly, “Are you awake?” Kyle grunted in reply so Milo continued. ”I have to tell you something… about me. It’s not good but you need to know…”
Kyle opened an eye and glanced down at the boy who had gone from a raving sex fiend to this nervous child before him. “What is it?”

Milo swallowed. “I… well… I know what happened to my parents…”

Kyle’s eyes softened, “I’m sorry about their deaths Milo, but there’s nothing you can do about it now.”

“Yes there is… I can tell you… who killed them…”

Kyle was wide-awake. “Milo, did you know all this time? Who is it? We can get this guy in jail!” He grinned at Milo, who remained somber.

“If I tell you, you have to promise that you’ll still love me. Do you promise?” He looked up with wide eyes.

“Yes, of course I’ll still love you. Now, who killed your parents Milo?” Kyle lifted Milo up by shoulders and held the boy before him.

“… I did…”

“What did you say?” Kyle’s face dropped.

“I said, I did. I killed my parents.”

“Milo that isn’t funny. How can you say something like that?” Kyle began to grow distraught. Part of him thought that Milo was lying but the other part knew, deep down, that it was true.

Tears fell from his eyes as Milo told him one by one how he had committed each murder. When he finished he said, “Please Kyle. Please say you still love me…” Tears ran down his face and he looked up at the older man.

Kyle couldn’t believe what he had heard. He shook his head in disbelief. There was no way that this boy, this gentle boy whom he had made love to, could be a cold-hearted murderer. Milo reached forward to try to embrace him but he pulled away from the boy.
He shook his head again and then lay back down. He pulled Milo into his arms and buried his face in the boy’s hair.

“Do you still love me, Kyle?” Milo’s voice was small and scared.

Kyle was silent for a long time. Then he replied, “I don’t know…”