“Admit it,” Rin said. “Every time I brought it up before and hinted at the things I’d do to you, you got excited, didn’t you?”
“No!” Yes, yes he had, but there was no way he was going to confess to something like that. Especially when there was still a good chance Rin was merely messing with him. If he was doing this out of spite to get back at him…Bay shifted backward another couple of inches, painfully aware of how hard he still was. At least he wasn’t at full mast, the fear, doubt, and ever creeping darkness keeping him from being full blown turned on.
Having studied psychology for years already, he knew there was no logical reason for him to feel embarrassed about his physical reaction, and yet…
Wrong was the only right word to use to describe him getting turned on by the brother of one of his students. Period.
“You walked into these woods on your own two feet,” Rin reminded.
He had. He’d come even knowing what might be in store if he did.
“You’ll run on them too.” The cadet grinned at him wickedly, the flash from the light catching on teeth. “No more discussing. This is the game, Kitten. You run. The main road is about a mile straight ahead. If you reach it before I catch you, you’ll agree to leave my brother alone and I’ll delete the video.”
That didn’t sound so bad. Bay was in good enough shape he was confident he could run for eight or ten minutes straight without problem. Rin had clearly thought this through, which meant… “You’re being serious.”
“Like a knife to the jugular,” he agreed even though it hadn’t been a question.
“What happens if I don’t make it?” Bay’s heart skipped a beat and the spot between his legs seemed to pulse, causing him to clench his jaw. He did not want to be caught. Getting out of here and putting an end to this was the smartest option for him.
Rin slipped something out of his front pocket, fiddling with it for a bit before he pressed a button and a blade appeared.
Bay gasped and retreated, almost tripping on an upturned root. He caught himself and went still as a statue when he heard Rin click his tongue disapprovingly.
“You said we weren’t the same people,” he told Bay absently, “my brother and I. If you’re caught, you’re going to be introduced to the real me. Fair warning, Kitten. I’m the type of hunter who never misses its prey.”
“Don’t,” he shook his head and risked another step, “Don’t hurt me.”
“Save your pleas for when you’re on your back,” Rin said. “Tell you what, I’ll give you a head start. I’ll count to ten before I come after you.” When Bay didn’t move, he sighed. “That’s you’re cue to turn tail and run. One.”
Bay opened his mouth and slammed it shut again, realizing there was no way to talk Rin out of this.
“Two.”
He hesitated one second longer and then before Rin could finish saying the word three, he did as he was told.
Bay turned on his heel and ran for his life.
If the knife in Rin’s hand was any indicator, possibly even literally.
Chapter 9:
It didn’t matter what Bay called him. Rin, Sila, Devil. It was all the same. A name didn’t define him any more than the clothes he was about to be out of did. Who he was, what he was, all of that was on the inside where no light shone and it certainly wasn’t going to be affected by something as unimportant as a name.
True to his word, Sila gave him to the count of ten before he took off after him, easily navigating through the familiar forest. He didn’t have night vision per se, but he was able to see more than most other species in the dark since his kind had evolved to be able to make out objects deep under water. Even without that added benefit though, all he had to do now was follow the chaotic flicker of Bay’s multi-slate light as he raced away from him.
Even after catching the professor’s naughty antics at the Seaside Cinema, Sila had been surprised when he’d noticed the man getting hard for him. It’d been a bit strange, a bit thrilling, and a major ego stroke which, if he were being honest, he didn’t need.
Sila knew his worth. He was a god among men, with a gorgeous face and a personality capable of charming anyone and everyone. Since he’d been young, if there was something he wanted he got it and, typically, with very minimal effort. He’d always been good at setting the scene and planning ahead. Getting Bay here was just another chess game in a never-ending run of them up until Sila kicked the bucket and died.
And now, after months of preparation, the game was finally coming to a close.
There was little to no chance of Bay making his way out of here unscathed. He may have a flashlight, but it was obvious from the jerky movements ahead that he was stumbling over fallen debris. Sila was going to catch him—in half the time he’d figured too—and when that happened, he’d finally teach the professor a lesson for daring to think he had the rights to spy on a Varun.
He was going to twist the blue haired man up so thoroughly Bay would be licking his wounds for days to come. Once he’d been acquainted with the devil, there was little doubt in Sila’s mind that Bay would be a good little kitten and scurry far, far away from both him and his brother.
Bay’s earlier plea not to hurt him echoed in Sila’s ears and he almost laughed. Of course he was going to hurt him. Not just because this wouldn’t be a real punishment if he didn’t, but also because he wanted to.
One of the recurring themes in Bay’s movies had been primal play. Curious, Sila had looked up more about it, as he had with most of the themes that seemed to turn Bay on. Out of them all, this was the one he was most interested in exploring. Sex had always been a means to an end to Sila. It was the mental fucking that made him hard, not the physical act itself. He enjoyed sex, of course, but he’d never cared enough about sticking his cock in a hole to research all the various ways it could be done.
