Page 128 of Devil May Lie

Madden cupped the base of his skull and held him close, fucking up into him with renewed vigor as they nipped and licked and bite at one another in a frenzy. Things had only ever been like this with Berga, all-consuming and electric.

Real and raw and meaningful.

“Everything in my life before you was monotonous,” he said, separating their mouths just enough to get the words out. “It was easy being carefree because there was very little I cared about. When I overheard you talking with Sila, I was terrified you meant it. That you were planning on leaving me.”

“No,” Berga shook his head. “When he asked me that, I was still talking about in the beginning. I planned on drugging us both, having sex with you, and then that being it. That’s what I meant. I want you.” He brought his bound wrists over Madden’s head, holding onto him. “I want you forever.”

Madden moved forward, dropping Berga onto his back. The move forced his arms away, but he made up for it by resting his hands on Madden’s stomach, urging him on with his moans.

“Tell me you’re mine,” Madden ordered.

“I’m yours.”

“Tell me you love me.”

“I—” Berga’s cheeks flushed. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He pinched one of his nipples and laughed when that had Berga arching his back. “Neither of us are leaving here until you’re covered in my bites and bruises.” He’d give it to him just how he liked and ensure the Butcher never forgot how Madden was the only one who could make him feel this good.

“And come?” he teased, grinning ear to ear like a loon.

“Yeah,” Madden confirmed, wrapping his fingers around Berga’s dick. “And that. I love when you’re dirty, baby.”

“Only for you.”

“Promise?”

Berga lifted and captured Madden’s bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at him before laughing and laying back down. “Only you, Mad King. You’re the only thing I need haunting me. Past, present, and future.”

They both came together, reality popping and crackling into oblivion until there were only the two of them left in the entire universe.

The Mad King and his Mad Scientist.

Epilogue:

The bedframe creaked loudly, pounding against the wall to mix with the sounds of Madden’s cock pounding Berga’s hole.

The Butcher clawed at the bed sheets and howled when Madden lifted his left leg and settled it on the mattress so he could fuck him from a different angle. They were in the Mad King’s childhood bedroom, currently making a mess of things, as per usual.

“You should really keep it down,” Madden suggested gloatingly. “Do you want your parents to know you’re being railed by me right now?”

Berga growled and clutched the comforter with tiny blue stars decorated over it tighter. “You’re doing it on purpose!”

“Guilty,” he laughed and spanked him, knowing that always made him more vocal. “I actually do want your parents to know I’m railing their son,” he admitted. “My parents, too, for the record. But especially yours.”

“What ever for?” Berga almost didn’t care, but he played along since that’s what Madden wanted. If it meant he’d get to come? He’d listen to anything the other man wanted to say.

He’d probably do that anyway, but still.

This was the first time their families were getting together, and the Odells had insisted on it taking place at their home. Berga’s parents, who typically wouldn’t have given two shits about his life, had only agreed to come at all when they’d heard they’d get to visit the Odell mansion, so maybe choosing this as the venue wasn’t all bad.

At least, Berga had thought that, before Madden had invited him up to his old room, pretending to want to give him a book he thought he might like.

He was giving him something, all right, but it wasn’t literature.

“So they’ll know what a good thing they had,” Madden replied, snapping his hips. “So when I tell them later that I’m keeping their son and stripping him of their pathetic last name, they’ll know what shitty parents they’ve been all this time.”

“Wait.” Berga scrambled to right himself, but Madden shoved him back down. “You’re what?!”

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