“We all have. It’s been a long life as immortals, and trust, hard as it is to gain, seems even harder to keep. We’ve all trusted, we’ve all been betrayed, and we’ve all betrayed.”
“Don’t I know it,” Kinzer said. “I just don’t want to make it any easier for this asshole if he is trying to set us up. So what’s the next step? I mean, fuck, we don’t even have the Antichrist bomb.”
“But we do have a lead on where Janka is and possibly a way of stopping the Morarkes, which is good enough. My hope is that we will be in touch with my contact, Aerysn, who’s with Treycore,” Quintz said. “Then we go from there.”
“We’re assuming Treycore is even alive.”
“We’re not assuming, Kinzer. We’re hoping.”
“And how do we even know where they are? They could be in any of the realms.”
“Potentially, yes, but we do have a way of communicating between the realms. If he contacts me, we can set up a meet point at another portal and then start on our way to Janka. Obviously my PTD machine isn’t going to do us much good after what happened with that Morarke. And it’ll be easier for us to stay here in Hell where we have access to portals that’ll take us on to the other side.”
“Access to portals? You know how hard it is to find portals around here?”
“I have my contacts in Hell. We’ll find a way. I have a runsie box here that, if they’re alive, Aerysn will get a message to. If they haven’t contacted us within twenty-four Earth hours, we’ll come up with a new strategy.”
“You think we can destroy the Christ without this bomb, though?”
“I have faith, Kinzer, that we’ll find a way.”
“Faith? I thought that was reserved for mortals.”
“It’s reserved for pretty much anyone who doesn’t have hope left.”
“Then I guess I’m going to need a lot of it,” Kinzer said.
“Fortunately, we have enough resources here to help us keep going. Food, clothes…even some of that serum to keep you from being tracked. That in mind, how are you feeling about everything?”
Kinzer looked to him, like he was surprised Quintz had asked. His expression relaxed before he replied, “I’ll be fine once we find Janka and stop the apocalypse.” The look in his eyes… Quintz could tell he didn’t believe that would actually happen.
“Your friend you mentioned, she must have meant a great deal to you.”
“It’s not something I’m interested in discussing.”
“Then we don’t have to discuss anything,” Quintz said and rushed him, pressed his lips against Kinzer’s. They shared a tongue-filled kiss, and Kinzer gasped for air when they were done.
Quintz felt the desire swelling within him. He wanted to be the reason Kinzer felt better. He wanted to give him ease and relief. And as he felt Kinzer kissing him back, he knew he could do that. They could do that.
Kinzer and Quintz kissed again, and in his hastiness, Kinzer slid the frader covering Quintz’s cock down. Kinzer pushed and pulled and twisted and spun Quintz around, running his cock through the crack of Quintz’s ass. Quintz wanted Kinzer inside him, making him call out so he could show the clipped just how much pleasure…or agony…he was experiencing.
“What do you want me to do to you, Quintz? You want me to make you hurt? You want me to make you scream?”
“Yes,” Quintz confessed. “I want you to fill me up with that cock of yours, and I want you to breed me, taint me with you.”
“Taint you?” Kinzer asked. “Because I’m so imperfect, because I’m so disgusting now? Is that what you mean? I’m tainting this perfect immortal body with my seed?”
Quintz looked over his shoulder. “Shut up, Kinzer. You know that’s not how I meant it. You don’t understand how much I didn’t mean that. But if you want to be offended, then take it out on me, take out on my body all the hurt you feel now and all the hurt you’ve felt from all this cruel existence. Because you’ve beat up on yourself too much already. It’s time to take it out on another.”
Kinzer grabbed Quintz’s hair and yanked it back forcefully, so forcefully that his neck stretched, and as Kinzer twisted the knots in his hands, Quintz grunted. “Fuck.”
He could tell Kinzer was testing his limits, seeing how far he could go…and Quintz was glad because he wanted it so much worse. He wanted to endure so much more pain. He wanted Kinzer to break him.
“You like that?” Kinzer asked. “Is that how you want it?”
“You can do worse than that.”
Kinzer pulled him back even farther and spit onto his face, and Quintz licked it up, delighting in the sensation of having Kinzer on him, of being used by him, abused by him.
