“Why is it getting worse?” Void asked even as Rabbit’s hands fisted in his black shirt.
“I can’t,” he sucked in another useless breath, “think about that night.”
“That’s the trigger?” He frowned, but Rabbit didn’t notice, too busy hiding his face. “It happened before you were set to perform, this accident, didn’t it.”
“Please.” Rabbit shook his head. He couldn’t think about it. There were less than fifteen minutes left before he needed to be out there standing in front of an audience of at least eighty people and he couldn’t do it like this. “Please.”
“All right.” Baikal’s arms came around him soothingly and he stroked a hand down the curve of his spine. “We’ll discuss it later. You don’t have to think about it.”
“I can’tstopthinking about it,” he argued, but Void simply shushed him and kept up with the tender caresses, the warmth of his body enveloping Rabbit like a cocoon. Even though this thing between them was purely sexual in nature, logically he knew nothing could harm him so long as Baikal was there.
No one stood a chance against one of the Devils of Vitality, not even a ghost from the past.
“Help me,” the plea came out with a gasp, tears prickling the corners of his eyes. He’d be embarrassed being seen like that if the attack wasn’t all-consuming. Why should he care what he looked like in front of Void when it felt like his entire chest cavity was being carved out with a dull spoon?
Baikal’s hands stopped their movements but he didn’t release him. “What do you need, little bunny?”
“My candy bar.”
“You’re all out I’m afraid.”
That wasn’t true. Rabbit had put one on the table, he was sure of it. But there was no use in arguing and honestly, at this point, it’d gotten so bad, he wasn’t even convinced eating the whole damn thing would help settle him.
“Something else then,” he said, forcing the words past clenched teeth.
“Such as?”
“I don’t know!” He felt like he was dying for real now. “Something to help me forget. Just,” his hands fisted in his shirt even tighter, clinging to him desperately, “help me forget. Please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
Baikal pulled away, ignoring when Rabbit made a sound of protest. There was triumph sparkling in his teal eyes. “Remember, little bunny.” He grinned and it was so fierce Rabbit actually gasped all over again. “This was your choice.”
He was about to ask what the hell that was supposed to mean, but then Baikal was upon him, his tongue driving deep into Rabbit’s mouth. His fingers threaded through Rabbit’s hair, gripping the ends to forcefully yank him into a different position, his lips and his teeth and his tongue feasting on Rabbit all the while until he was dizzy for an entirely different reason other than panic.
Rabbit moaned, the sound thready and raw, a sound only Baikal had ever been able to draw out of him. It felt like maybe that meant something more than it should, but he shoved that thought aside, not wanting to allow anything else to break through this.
Something hard poked into his stomach and instinctually, Rabbit ground himself against it, relishing the hiss Baikal made when he did. Before he knew it, his hand had snaked between them, reaching down to cup Void through his jeans.
He was rock hard already and all they’d done was kiss.
Hadn’t that happened once before, but with their roles reversed?
“Something amusing, little bunny?” Baikal tore his mouth away to ask darkly, and that was when Rabbit realized he’d smiled.
He started to shake his head and lean in, wanting more of that brutal kiss to help chase off his ghosts, but Baikal planted a hand on his shoulder and shoved him down to his knees instead, making him suddenly eye-level with that bulge Rabbit had been so proud of creating a second ago.
“Unfortunately there’s no chocolate,” Baikal’s tone changed, turning seductive and menacing wrapped together. The one he used whenever he was forcing Rabbit to do something he didn’t initially like. He undid his fly and released his cock, the thick head already flushed and weeping.
Rabbit had to lean back to avoid being slapped in the face with it, glaring up at Baikal even as the other man continued to speak.
“I did however pick something up for you.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a medium-sized bottle, popping the top off to squirt a generous amount of clear lube onto his hand.
The smell of mint hit Rabbit a second later and his eyes went wide. “You can’t be serious.”
“Remember what I told you before?” Baikal slathered the lube onto his cock, using his entire hand to do it, so he was left with a glistening member and a mess on his palm. “I never joke about my dick. It’s only fair, little bunny. The other day you got off while I had to leave unsatisfied. It’s my turn.”
