Chapter 3
Kid pissed in a toilet bowl in the corner of the cell. He’d been confined for some time. He wasn’t sure exactly how long. Weeks, months maybe. At one point, he’d attempted to count meals as a way of keeping track of the time, but eventually, even that seemed futile. And his awareness of how much time had passed hadn’t helped him at all. If anything, it made the experience all the more painful. Of course, any stretch of time away from Treycore was unbearable.
He’d woken up in the cell so many meals earlier, without his Trey, which terrified him. What if he was dead? What if he hadn’t survived the night at the mansion when they’d attempted to rescue Maggie—a mission that had gone horribly wrong. He couldn’t stop thinking about that night, and the agony of being apart from Trey, dreading the thought of what could have happened to the higherling he cared so deeply for, made it all so much worse.
His stream of pee settled, and he zipped the fly of his pants before returning to the bed alongside the wall opposite the door to his cell. He still wore the same jeans as the night when they’d invaded the mansion, but he had discarded the tee, shoes, and socks by the bed since they were getting old, starting to smell.
Lying on the thin mattress atop a wooden box, he gazed at the ceiling made of a white stone like the floor and walls. He followed the veins through it, something he did to occupy himself. The only sort of entertainment he could hope for. It reminded him of his time as a sex slave at Jerry’s, desperately searching for a way to pass the time.
When the door opened, an immortal guard stood in the doorway, the same one Kid had seen many times before, but this time without a food tray.
“Follow me,” he said.
“Where’s Treycore?”
“You are not entitled to questions. Follow me now, or your resistance will be added to the list of charges against you.”
Knowing he didn’t have any choice and hoping wherever this immortal would take him would lead him to Trey, Kid followed him out into a wide hall, when he heard a ruckus.
“I’m not going anywhere until you shits tell me where the fuck Kid is.”
The sound of that resonant voice hit Kid’s ears just right and stirred movement in his pants.
“Trey?” Kid muttered, not even taking the guard into account as he dashed past him, farther down the hall.
He had to take advantage of the opportunity and make sure Treycore was okay, especially when he wasn’t sure if that might be his last chance to see him ever again.
“Hey! Mortal!”
Kid checked over his shoulder and saw the guard chasing after him, but he didn’t slow down, just ran in the direction of Trey’s voice.
Seeing his higherling again would be enough to ease him for the rest of his life, no matter how short it might be. He just needed to look into his aquamarine-blue eyes again, to see his beautiful face, his perfect body…his perfect everything.
As he ran, he noticed the stone walls became glass on one side, and through it, he could see into a room where Trey was being restrained by two higherlings. With their wings out behind them, they wore thin, white underwear—like G-strings—their beautiful bodies on full display as they held Treycore, who was in the jeans he’d worn the night Kid had last seen him.
Despite the urgency of their situation, Kid couldn’t help but appreciate his Trey, looking as stunning as ever, more beautiful than any man Kid had ever set eyes on before, and growing even more beautiful the more he got to know him.
The two guards held Treycore’s arms behind his back as he struggled against them.
“Trey?” Kid said, racing through an entryway into the room.
Trey butted heads with one of the higherlings and then kicked the other in his stomach before sprinting to Kid, whom he hooked an arm around and forced a kiss on, as though he knew it might be his last chance.
Knowing how precious the moment was, Kid kissed back—desperately, anxiously, passionately—hoping to lap up all he could of Treycore and disappear into the moment for as long as he could.
He ran his left hand across Trey’s face before savoring the sensation of those smooth, blond locks between his fingers. With his right hand, he felt his way down his higherling’s chiseled body, feeling each of those perfectly defined muscles he wanted pressed up against him, wanting to lick his way through that hunt of a happy trail.
As the guards pulled at their shoulders, Treycore clung to Kid even tighter.
Let them kill us now, Kid thought.At least let them end us during this perfect moment, so we never have to be without each other, so that I never have to suffer without Trey again.
But the guards managed to get a grip on Kid and pry him from Trey’s grasp. Treycore tensed his jaw, looking at the guards with contempt, surely for how they ruined his and Kid’s moment.
“Everything’s going to be fine, Kid. We’re going to get out of this, okay? No matter what happens, just believe that.”
He could hear the skepticism in Trey’s tone, and he knew better.
“I don’t need you to lie to me now, Trey,” he said as the guards pulled Treycore’s arms behind his back and cuffed him in a set of white cuffs.
