The Cure for the Witch

    Maddox leaned back behind his flat screen TV fiddling with different coloured cables, trying to make different boxes of electrical parts talk to each other. He felt like a computerized psychiatrist.  A knock stirred him from his thoughts and he switched the TV on while walking to the door, seeing the modern Xbox logo flash across the screen in neon green and silver. Maddox smiled as he slid the door open and saw Avery’s smiling face, a cigarette clutched sensually between his teeth.

    “Come on in. I have a surprise for you.” Maddox stood aside to let Avery in and saw his lover’s eyes flick to the TV screen.

   “You finally got an Xbox, Maddy?”

    “Yeah. I saw something that might give us a chance to spend a little more time together.

    “This is great!” Avery flopped down on the couch, threw off his jacket and unzipped his leather vest, exposing his tattooed body, making Maddox swallow hard.  They both grabbed controllers and Maddox curled his feet underneath him, the black sweatpants he wore tightening against his legs. They both created characters and started the game.  Shadowed zombies shambled across the screen of ‘Left 4 Dead 2’ and the game settings were set to easy. They started at the beginning. Avery, playing as Nick got jumped by a Hunter and being as quick as he could, Ellis, being controlled by Maddox, just couldn’t save him. Rochelle beat him to it.

    “God damn NPC’s!” Maddox cursed, “Always saving people I could have saved and stealing my kills.” A wicked smile etched on his lips as he gunned down zombies one after another. Both men finally got to down a few Special Infected on their own and moved from area to area with much cursing and jumping surprise. Finally, the Carnival level surfaced and they got through without much trouble. Suddenly a horrid desperate crying rang in their ears, the staccato piano signalled that they were in the proximity of the Witch.

    “This freaks me out, Maddy. Did you have to turn the lights out?”

    “It’s just a video game, Angel. Besides, why is she that scary? You’ve dealt with every other Special, why should the Witch be any different?”

   “I don’t know, she’s just…..creepy…..” Avery paused the game and looked over at Maddox, a slightly pleading look in his eyes.

    “I’ll turn on the lights if you really want me to…..” Avery thought about it for a moment.

    “Actually, on second thought…..I know what can set my mind at ease….” Avery tugged Maddox down onto the couch with him. Their controllers placed side by side on the coffee table. Maddox undid the clasp of Avery’s pants, sliding his fingers along those sharp hip bones.  Avery shivered. He could still hear that piano music and pitiful crying ringing in his ears. He needed this distraction from his fears. Maddox was right, It was just a fictional character in a video game, but still….she still freaked him out.

    Kind of like when you’ve finished watching a horror movie and went in to use the bathroom, turning the light on expecting to see a masked figure holding a bloody weapon, or a little girl with long black hair in a white nightgown as she turns around and you can only watch in horror as her eye sockets go black, her mouth melting open in a demonic scream before she disappears.

   He felt Maddox’s fingers curling around his half-hard shaft, thankful for the distraction when Maddox broke the silence.

    “It’s not like she’s the scariest monster in a video game either, Angel. Besides, you’re a hardcore biker. You’ve picked fights with guys twice your size and won, you’ve taken cuts to the ribs and bullet wounds through the leg.” Maddox’s fingers stroked the old scars on Avery’s side reverently, remembering how he had stitched him up in his very own kitchen before they somehow managed to make it to the bed before Avery had attacked his body and his mind with the sensual press of those fingers.

    Maddox pulled Avery’s pants down over his hips and pulled off his boots before tossing the pants aside. His lips curled around the warm head, pressing the tip of his tongue into the slit, tasting the salty precome. He could tell that Avery was excited, that he wanted this more than anything, that he would endure one hundred Witches just to feel Maddox’s fingers on his burning flesh.

    “I know she’s not the worst one, Maddy, nngh….” Avery gritted his teeth, feeling that silky tongue lap across the vein, “But she just unsettles me, that’s all….”

    “I understand, baby…” Maddox squeezed Avery’s hips, his mouth sliding up and down along Avery’s damp shaft. The biker shivered and sat up, clutching at the low-slung sweatpants that were practically falling off of Maddox’s body. He smoothed his fingers across that toned chest, nails scraping along the curve of his lover’s waist.  Maddox felt a tremor run through him, spreading out sweetly like a dangerous infection. He could never get enough of this man. Things always turned into something more whenever they were together.

  A simple touch of their hands in a store would lead to a rough and tumble quickie in the nearest restroom, Maddox’s back pressed jerkingly cold against the bathroom mirror. Their eyes met by chance when Maddox took Avery to the movies and the next thing he knew his fly was open and he couldn’t remember the plot the next morning.

    Avery’s hand was resting lovingly on Maddox’s head, urging him on, but the detective had a better idea. He stood up, abandoning his lover in the dark and fumbled around in his bedroom for the lube that had been tossed somewhere during another one of their sexual sparring matches.  He returned triumphant and settled between Avery’s legs, massaging the smooth oil onto his soft member. Avery sighed, loving the attention. The Witch still lingered in the back of his mind, but not nearly as severely as before. He was calming down, relaxing against those skilled fingers that knew his taught body inside and out. Maddox felt the flesh harden in his palm as he stripped off his sweatpants and positioned himself above Avery. A puzzled look came into the biker’s eyes.

    “Are you sure, baby? No prep?” He smirked knowingly. Maddox nodded.

    “Yeah, go ahead. I can endure the pain as long as it will take your mind off of things…..” Maddox didn’t want to say it, but they both silently knew what he really meant.  Avery tried not to think about it. He pushed his hips up and lowered Maddox down onto his hard flesh, feeling the detective try to repress a shudder of pain. Avery stilled, trying to make this as pleasurable as possible for the both of them. He gripped a handful of Maddox’s dark mane and pressed that tender throat closer to his lips. Maddox leaned in, raising his hips languidly before coming back down all the way, body trembling with heightened need. He needed this. It had only been a few days, but he knew Avery could tell that his body craved it. It was radiating from him like a toxin.

    Avery’s tongue lapped at his pulse point, beneath his ear, the hollow of his throat, making him melt in those strong arms, brain going haywire. He no longer tried to fight his desire and let a low guttural moan escape his lips. He was getting close. Avery was pushing down on his hips, making Maddox take in more of him with every thrust. He could feel his muscles tighten against Avery’s cock, that delicious friction driving him over the edge. Avery curled his warm sweaty fingers around Maddox’s cock, squeezing tenderly.

   “No, Angel…not like that…ah…too much…..so good…..” Maddox panted against Avery’s shoulder, hips moving like a piston up and down, driving himself closer to climax. Avery squeezed harder, twisting and rotating his wrist, that hand jerking his lover off expertly.

    “Just the way you like it, baby.” Avery purred, biting down slyly on Maddox’s quivering flesh, tongue running across his hardened nipple deliciously. Maddox threw his head back and arched his back, sliding all the way down as he clenched his muscles and came hard across Avery’s hand. The biker tensed and released into Maddox’s tight body, pulling him close, the wet smear of Maddox’s seed spread like an opalescent wound across his back, the silver blood seeping from Avery’s fingers over the detective’s flushed skin.

   Maddox finally relaxed, panting like an animal, hands running sweaty and slick over Avery’s chest, loving the feel of that smooth toned skin beneath his hands. He kissed his Angel hard on the mouth, feeling their bodies relax in the afterglow, sticky and perfect, like glue on puzzle pieces. Maddox finally sat up on his knees, feeling the damp pull of Avery’s cock from his body. He stumbled into the bathroom to find a washcloth to clean up with when heard a startled yell. Concerned, he leaned out of the bathroom and yelled,

  “Baby, you ok?”

    “NO!” Maddox ran into the dark living room and saw that the game had been turned back on, the four players had startled the Witch that was currently tearing pieces of flesh from Nick, Avery’s character. Maddox scurried to retrieve his controller, struggling to turn it on and save his boyfriend. The scuffle ended up with everyone having lost some health, but at least she was dead. The little proclamation flashed saying that Ellis had killed the Witch.

    “Finally! Damn!” Maddox swore, thankful that for once he had saved his boyfriend. He glanced over at Avery, still naked and now huddled up on the couch. Maddox sat down beside him and put an arm around his lover, switching off the TV. He drew him close and kissed him on the forehead.

    “What do you say we go out and see a movie, hmm?”