“I think it’s adorable that you clearly believe you’re going to get me to have sex with you,” he replied. “If I recall, typically in your films, you’re the one who’s tied up and taken, not the other way around. Going for a different vibe this film?”
There was a pause, maybe where his captor was trying to figure out how he knew, but he must have realized he’d given away more than enough clues for Flix to put two and twotogether. “We both know that’s why viewers keep coming back for more. They like to watch me moan.”
He hummed in agreement. Because, yeah, guilty.
“Last chance,” his captor said. “Tell me what I want to know, or the next time you wake, you’ll be hopped up on a strong enough aphrodisiac I won’t have to do anything to get you to willingly fuck me on camera.”
He quirked a brow. “You’re going to drug me?” That was the big play here?
Actually…
Flix scowled and forced himself to tense a bit to give off the impression he found that distasteful. “You think drugging me will be enough? You make me horny, and I’m going to tear through that tight ass of yours to get what I want. You really wantthatto be captured on camera?”
“If the idea of being used like that bothers you so much, answer my questions.”
“I’m Brumal,” he stated. “I bow to no one.”
“Suit yourself.”
The prick of a needle in his upper thigh had Flix actually sneering a moment before drowsiness started to set in.
“When you wake up,” a warm gust of air fanned Flix’s ear as his captor spoke, “you’ll be so out of your mind with lust, you’ll forget all about even wanting to escape me.”
“Promises, promises.”
* * *
“Ignore him, it’s just my kid brother.” Russ led Flix through the small living room of his apartment and down a narrow hall, not even bothering to greet the smaller guy seated on the couch.
He unabashedly stared as Flix passed, amber eyes widened slightly, lips parted. It was hard to tell if he was afraid or enthralled, but it didn’t really matter one way or the other.
“I thought you said your brother was a child?” Flix had been certain from the way Russ always spoke about Aneski that that was the case. When they’d been younger, he’d only ever encountered Russ, and that was because they’d waited for the school bus together. Flix had only learned he even had a brother recently, when he and Russ met up again at Vail.
He followed him into the first room on the right, entering Russ’s bedroom and slowly shutting the door at his back so he could lean against it.
“He is,” Russ replied as he moved about, collecting things and shoving them into a black backpack.
“He’s got to be a teenager,” Flix snorted.
“He’s…” He paused to consider it and then shrugged. “He’s seventeen this year, I think. Or was it fifteen?”
“Those are two very different numbers.”
“Yeah, well, sue me. I don’t remember if he was a year older than Mixie or a year younger. I’m a bit distracted with other things, man.”
Other things.
Flix rolled his eyes.
“Mixie?” Certainly not… “Your dead dog?”
“Hey, don’t speak ill of her. She was the greatest.”
Whatever. Flix loved animals as much as the next person who had half a soul, but still. “You can’t remember your brother's age? Callous. Maybe you’re cut out for this life after all.”
“Shut up.” Russ tossed a wadded t-shirt at Flix, laughing when it hit him in the face. His multi-slate dinged then, and he swore. “Shit. It’s Haroon. I’ve got to take this, or he’ll throw a tantrum. You know how he is.”
Unfortunately.
