Page 82 of Unleashing Mayhem
“I like cramped, dark corners. All the better for looming over my prey.”
Matty laughed, delighted. Everyone thought Nightmare was so serious all the time, but he had some great jokes, if people ever bothered to listen to them.
“A place of our own,” Matty mused.
“A place of our own.”
“We’ll have a lot of them, I guess. Over time.”
“We will.”
“Because we’ll be together always.”
“Always,” Nightmare repeated.
They stood there as the sun set fully over the horizon, the light around them growing dim.
A year ago Matty had thought himself doomed for pain and death, unwanted and unloved. Unlucky, definitely. He’d always thought that. Maybe less than some but surely more than most, was what he’d decided.
But now, with his demon at his side, the future an endless road of infinite possibilities before them, Matty thought he might be the luckiest human alive.
When the world was dark around them, Matty tugged on Nightmare’s hand, pulling him to the empty house. “Come on, Scary. Let’s look inside.”
He wanted to see what the start of the rest of their life looked like.
EPILOGUE
Matty
Matty was stuck in a long, narrow hallway again.
There was a light at the end of it, but as he walked down along it, each step only seemed to get him further away, that little light he was heading toward never getting any closer.
There were doors lining the wall along either side of him. They were quiet and still, although Matty had learned that if he listened closely, he could maybe make out what was behind them.
He pressed his ear to one now. It sounded like a litter of puppies on the other side, whimpering and snuffling and letting out cute little barks.
Matty grinned. That was sweet to hear, although he wouldn’t want one for keeps. The shadows might get jealous if he picked up any other pets.
Matty pressed his ear to another door, one on the opposite side of the hallway. There was the dull throb of pulsing music, the kind that played at the Lighthouse on dance nights. Mattywould bet his friends were behind this one, writhing under those flashing lights, waiting for Matty to join them.
But Matty kept going, and before long he crashed into a familiar warm body, the force of it sending Matty to the ground, though his landing was anything but harsh.
He looked up and up, past elongated, spiderlike limbs, to the toothy, grinning skull miles above his head.
A rush of affection ran through Matty at the familiar sight, and then a rush of…pleasure,a tightening swirl of heat in his belly.
Matty cocked his head. “What are you doing to my body out there?”
The skull mask grinned wider, its fangs dripping some dark, viscous substance.
“Delicious things,” it rasped. A long-fingered hand came up to cup Matty’s face. “Time to wake up, Matteo.”
Matty woke up mid-moan,his back arching off the bed. There was hot, wet suction around his cock, and he managed to crane his neck enough to see Nightmare between his legs, his mouth on Matty’s dick and three fingers stuffed inside Matty’s ass.
“Mm,” Matty moaned again. “’S’nice.”
Nightmare must have been playing with him for a while already, because Matty’s whole body felt flushed and heavy and already too close to coming.
