Not tonight.
And maybe not ever.
Dangerous. Dangerous. Dangerous.
Bay gurgled and his whole body went taught. His dick in Sila’s palm twitched and gushed, shooting thick ropes of come against the wall. He jerked as he was pumped through it, until every last drop had been wrung free.
Sila let go of the metal loop and shoved Bay forward until he was sandwiched between him and the brick all over again. Then he buried himself in that silky heat and unloaded, filling Bay up.
“My cock,” he growled the words against Bay’s nape, teeth grazing the delicate skin there. “My come.” When he licked a strip of that flesh from the back to the side of his throat, it was salty. Sila grabbed a fistful of that blue hair and yanked, giving himself access to Bay’s face and the tear tracks there.
Even in the darkness, Bay’s expression shone brightly. His pupils were blown and his mouth was hanging open, breaths coming in and out at a harried tempo. He was completely and totally blissed out despite how rough things had gotten, how quickly they’d gone from gentle to intense.
Sila bent down and his tongue darted out over the rise of his cheek, tasting those tears finally. They were salty, but not much more so than Bay’s sweat soaked skin. His cock finally started to soften, but he kept his hips pressed forward so he didn’t slip free, not ready to leave that warm, gripping hole.
Wanting to stay locked together with Bay a moment longer.
“Sila,” Bay said his name reverently.
It snapped Sila out of it like being doused by a bucket of ice water. He sprung back, not bothering to catch Bay as he immediately lost control of his legs and slid to the dirty, trash littered ground. Instead, he tucked himself back in his pants and turned to go.
Bay’s strangled sound of panic stopped him short.
Sila closed his eyes and gave himself a second to collect himself and get his head on straight, then he turned and hauled Bay unceremoniously off the floor. He had the professor’s clothing sorted and his messy hair finger-combed back into place—close enough anyway—within minutes. Once that was done and there was no other reason to touch him, he dropped his arms.
They stood there and stared at one another.
“Are you going to kill me?” Bay broke the silence first. He didn’t sound all that put out by the prospect, almost as though he’d expected as much from the beginning.
Smart guy like him, he probably had.
Too bad one of them seemed to have had their brains fucked out of their skull, and it wasn’t the professor.
“I should,” Sila concluded, voice monotone and empty. The way he typically was on the inside when there was nothing interesting going on to keep him from falling into that abyss where the devil demanded destruction to alleviate their boredom.
This was meant to be a game, a problem he solved so he and his brother could go back to their regularly scheduled program and switch whenever they felt like it without being leered at. Bay had posed a risk and it was Sila’s job to handle any and all major risks.
He’d gotten too invested, spent too much energy and time fixating on Bay and the things that made him tick. What had started as a mild fascination had turned into something different, something foreign and consuming.
Yearning.
There were very few things Sila had ever coveted. To learn what it felt like to take a life with a blade was one. Freedom from his father was another.
That had pretty much been the extent of it. He liked to fuck and understood desire, but he could get off with just about anyone under the right circumstances. It never had very much to do with the individual he was with. They weren’t people to him; they were just holes to use and discard once the experience was over.
Sila was the collected twin. The twin who kept his shit together because he didn’t have any shit to begin with. He didn’t act on impulse, didn’t take risks that could affect them as a whole, and he certainly didn’t feel useless things like possessiveness and jealousy.
And yet…
“I should,” he repeated, if only to test how he’d feel once the words were out there in the open. It didn’t change anything though. The damage was already done. He took a single threatening step closer to Bay, who this time had the good sense to back away, a flash of fear entering his eyes.
“Keep this in mind the next time you think of visiting the bridge,” he warned. “The only way you’re allowed to die is if it’s at my hand. I’m the only one who gets to kill you. Your life now belongs to me, and if you try to take something that’s mine…” He eased Bay’s chin up with a single finger. “I’ll tear you apart for real, Bay Delmar, and I’ll leave you bare, lying in a pool of your own blood for the whole world to see.”
* * *
“Did you do it?”
Sila almost rolled his eyes at his brother’s accusatory tone, but kept a straight face as he made his way down the hallway in building H of the Academy. He put in the earpiece a minute before his brother had called him, but he was sort of wishing he hadn’t picked up.
