“Not a fan of putting myself in unnecessary danger,” he corrected, eyes gleaming slightly with barely contained annoyance.
Sore subject then. He must fight about this with Russ a lot.
Flix pulled open the passenger side door and paused. “Do you know who I am, kid?”
He straightened to his full height—which was adorably an entire foot shorter than Flix. “Of course I do. And I’m not a kid. We’re basically the same age.”
He laughed before he could help it. “I’m almost eighteen, actually. Hung back a year in middle school for personal reasons.” Reasons he wasn’t about to get into with anyone.
Only Berga and his parents knew the real truth, and it was going to stay that way.
“Still,” Aneski insisted, though his shoulders caved in some, “I’m not a kid.”
“Whatever you say, Tiny Terror.” He motioned to the seat. “You coming or not?”
“Where are we going?”
“You’re asking that now?” Flix cocked his head. “What, finally realizing walking off with the Devil is akin to putting yourself in unnecessary danger?”
With a huff, Aneski slid into the car and snapped the buckle into place. Then he turned and stared up at Flix, who was still standing there holding the door. “Not all risks are the same, Fulmini.”
Flix laughed again and shut the door, sealing Aneski in.
“We’ll see about that,” he mumbled to himself as he rounded the vehicle.
Chapter 5:
Aneski checked the ropes for the fourth or fifth time as he waited for Flix to wake up. He’d crushed the pill already and mixed it with water, the empty glass on the end table next to the cream-colored couch he had Flix tied to. Getting the unconscious man to drink had been a struggle, but they’d managed, even though some of it had spilled.
He’d situated the Brumal member in the center, with his legs spread wide and his ankles each attached to the front legs of the furniture. His wrists were bound with the same red rope and attached to a hook Aneski had installed beneath the cushions. It kept the metal out of sight, keeping things aesthetically pleasing for the viewers. That was also why he’d ditched the metal chains and gone with his traditional ropes instead.
His gaze tracked down Flix’s naked form, admiring both the man and his personal handiwork. The intricate knotwork had been meant for him, the plan being to dangle him from the large wooden beam at the ceiling and have Yuze take him that way. Since he couldn’t trust Flix to roam free, he’d had to come up with a new plan on the fly.
It’d also been to risky to move him to the original filming location, so they were making due at the hideout.
There was a good chance his viewers wouldn’t appreciate this movie as much as the last, but there was no way around it. He was going to have to be the one in charge and hope they thought of the change as a breath of fresh air instead of a mistake.
He’d tied the rope around Flix’s neck and across his chest, and aside from that, the two of them were only wearing masks. Half masks that matched, both white with gold trim.
There were three cameras, one above them, one to the left, and another facing the couch. Aneski had already hit record, not knowing when Flix would wake. He figured he had to edit the footage before sending the final product off to the theater anyway.
His entire being seemed to be humming in anticipation, and Aneski allowed his hand to trail down his stomach as he watched the slow rise and fall of Flix’s chest. The second his fingers wrapped around his dick, he sighed, smearing a thick drop of precome around his flushed crown, taking things slowly to amp up the torture.
Because that’s what he needed.
He needed to remind himself why they were really here.
It wasn’t so he could finally get fucked by his first love. It was a punishment, one meant for the both of them.
Only an ungrateful monster would covet his dead brother’s ex.
Aneski could still recall the awe he’d felt the first time Flix had walked through their front door. Recall the way his heart had picked up several beats and his skin had started to burn—not unlike how he was feeling right now. There was a magnetism to the Brumal member he’d never experienced with anyone else. He’d wanted him instantly.
When he’d discovered his brother was dating the object of his desire months later?
To say he’d been devastated would be an understatement.
Aneski had holed up in his room and refused to come out. Russ had blamed it on a teenage temper tantrum, and he’d let him believe that. He’d never breathed a word of his obsession to anyone other than Rexton, who at the time had comforted him like a best friend should.
