He tackled Kinzer, throwing him off his chair and to the ground. Quintz landed on top of him and rose up on his knees, striking Kinzer in the face with his fist as he had so many times with Brock earlier. Kinzer grabbed his wrist to stop the assault, so Quintz threw his other before Kinzer grabbed it too. Quintz beamed as he struggled against him, pulling his hand free, but Kinzer threw a punch first, landing it on his cheek.
Oh, that’s it.
Quintz took a deep, satisfied breath before Kinzer hit again and again.
“Yessss,” Quintz hissed.
“You fucking psycho!” Kinzer’s face was tensed up, his eyes wide with horror, like he couldn’t understand why Quintz craved the hurt, the pain.
But Quintz didn’t need Kinzer to understand. He wanted him to lose control—to give him all that pent-up hostility and rage, everything he had amassed in his journeys to fight for the Leader and through the torture unleashed.
And Kinzer didn’t disappoint.
He was like a wild animal as he went for Quintz, striking and punching even more before he knocked Quintz to his side and rolled on top of him. He straddled Quintz’s waist as he threw punches, calling out his fury. Venting all his frustrations.
Quintz seized his wrists once again, ceasing his attack for a moment. Kinzer’s face was red as he took deep breaths, panting, his solid body weighing down on him, making Quintz’s dick grow even harder. “Doesn’t it feel so much better now, Kinzer? Like you’re alive again?”
Kinzer looked dumbfounded, but Quintz didn’t care. All he could feel in that moment was his own selfish needs…and how unbearable it would be if Kinzer denied him. Quintz sat up, moving at him quickly before taking his mouth, claiming it with his own, grabbing the back of his head, and pulling him close.
“Fuck me, Kinzer. I need this, and I know you need it too.”
***
This guy is fucked up, Kinzer thought.
But he was right. Punching Quintz, abusing his body, had offered Kinzer some much-needed relief—relief he craved after everything he’d been through.
He wanted to resist Quintz. To tell him to fuck off after everything he’d put him through, but his immortal hunger to satisfy this deep need within him was too great for him to resist, as it always was. And with Quintz’s lips against his, he couldn’t think straight. There was a fire, a passion there that intoxicated him. It was a swirling sensation in his chest. It pushed out the pain and seized control of his thoughts, offering him the promise of temporary relief from all the obligations he felt weighed him down so often. It was the same reason he had sought out tricks night after night when he’d been hiding out. He needed to forget all the bullshit that consumed his thoughts all the fucking time. He needed an escape.
And Quintz could be his escape. After everything that had happened, the intense stress he’d been under, he wanted to satisfy that sexual desire that could never be quieted or stilled—that powerful drive that was inescapable for immortals. Kinzer caved, bowing to that part of him that was as much a beast as the rest of the Almighty’s creations.
As Quintz’s tongue slid between his lips, he opened his mouth wider and wrapped his arms around him. He enjoyed feeling a warm body against him, enjoyed the feel of Quintz’s hands up and down his back.
Kinzer tore Quintz’s shirt off, ripping at the seams. In his frenzy, he didn’t have any regard for Quintz. He was an object…a tool to get off with.
Quintz had a beautiful, tight body, and Kinzer hoped his hole was as tight.
Kinzer couldn’t help some impulse that rose within him, some sort of lingering hatred toward Quintz for what he’d done to him, what he had put him through in the past twenty-four hours. He reared his fist back and hit Quintz in the face. After all, it seemed to be what he’d been asking for anyway. Quintz’s head jerked to the side, and Kinzer wondered if he’d been too severe, until Quintz turned back to him, smiling, looking like he wanted more.
So he hit him again.
And again.
“Yes, Kinzer,” he whispered before moving quickly at Kinzer again, wrapping his arms around him and sliding his tongue into his mouth.
Kinzer enjoyed the sensation of Quintz sweeping his tongue around with such expert skill.
“Don’t go easy on me,” Quintz ordered between kisses. “I deserve so much more than that. You can be the one to break me, Kinzer.”
The invitation stirred something dark within Kinzer, something wicked that wanted to break another creature, to take out all that pain on another. It was such a wicked impulse, but Kinzer didn’t want to deny it—couldn’t deny it.
As his anger swelled within him, it escalated rapidly to a point where he didn’t even feel that he had control over it anymore. He called out and thrashed about wildly before shoving Quintz back and striking a blow against his face again. Kinzer gritted his teeth as he lashed out, his rage more than he could contain. Quintz lay beneath him as Kinzer offered one blow after another, beating into his body, not like he was a creature worthy of respect, but like he was a fucking punching bag.
God, he could have killed him if he let out all his fury, because it was so great, so… He stopped himself. Taking deep breaths, trying to remind himself that there were limits to what he could unleash on another immortal.
But as concerned as he was, as he gazed down at Quintz, despite the blood running down his nose, he didn’t see worry in his expression. Just excitement. And he felt Quintz’s girth pushing up against his ass.
Kinzer balled his hands into fists, restraining his more brutal impulses before leaning down and kissing Quintz again.
