Page 1 of The Devil's Bargain
Chapter 1:
Calix had no clue how he’d ended up here, he really didn’t. He’d tried resisting, running, and even moving on, but nothing ever worked. No matter what he did or where he went, he wasn’t able to shake free of the pull Mercy and Aodhan had over him.
Wasn’t able to get rid of the tracking device he’d found hidden on his person or deny the truth any longer.
Whether it was because of the way they had treated him when he’d been locked in their house or not, they’d gotten what they wanted.
Calix willing to submit.
Setting the plan into motion from there had been simple enough. He’d gotten away with giving a few blowjobs to strangers during his training as a stimulus, so guessed Mercy’s reach either didn’t travel all the way to Alter, or the director was waiting for Cal to take things up a notch.
Ultimately, Cal had bet it all on the latter.
He’d told the Night Manager of Moonward Manor, where he was currently living and working, that he was ready to take on real clients. The hardest part had been convincing Gael to approve, since Calix had outright refused to sleep with any of his trainers during stimuli lessons.
If he’d been wrong and they hadn’t come for him, Calix would be sleeping in the forest tonight with two strangers.
And he would have been heartbroken, whether he wanted to admit that part or not.
But he was neither of those things right now. Mercy and Aodhanhadcome for him. They’d punished him for running, but he’d figured they would. He wasn’t even mad about it; was actually pleased whenever he thought about the fresh brandings on his inner thighs.
Pleased enough his dick gushed and he mewled around Aodhan’s cock.
“Suck harder,” the doctor demanded, threading his fingers through Calix’s hair to tug tightly on the strands. He was angry with him still, that much was apparent, but he couldn’t really be blamed for it.
Even if he and his partner, Titus “Mercy” Mercer, had deserved it.
“Getting cold feet, little monster?” Mercy asked, driving into Cal’s body with enough force to rock him forward, forcing Aodhan’s cock deeper down his throat.
With them taking him from both ends, it was getting more and more difficult to think properly, but he still somehow managed to shake his head, the motion slight with his mouth as full as it was. A part of him was nervous, worried he was making a mistake, but the rest of him knew it was far too late for regrets.
Second-guessing his choice wouldn’t change anything anyway. The inevitable could only be avoided for so long, and Calix was tired of running.
His whole life had been spent that way. Avoiding his problems, excusing them away so he could turn a blind eye to the horrors and pains of his daily existence. Lying to himself and those around him. He’d wanted so desperately to believe he wasa good person, and through that desperation, had only allowed himself to get dragged deeper and deeper into the abyss.
Maybe, once upon a time, Cal really had been a good person, or, at the very least, a semi-decent one.
Not anymore.
Proof was in the fact that he was currently getting spit-roasted by two murderers who’d only just made fresh kills. He’d seen one of the bodies with his own eyes, but he didn’t need to see the second to know both of his clients had been offed.
It didn’t matter that Calix had selected them based on Gael’s recommendation, or that they supposedly had criminal records he hadn’t bothered learning the details of. The important fact here was that he’d known if Mercy and Aodhan came for him as he hoped, the chances of those other men getting away with their lives were slim to none.
And he hadn’t cared.
He’d gone through with his twisted plan anyway.
“Did you miss us?” Aodhan’s grip on Cal’s face gentled, not by much, just enough to be noticeable. “I missed you, Be’urn. Missed the way you look at me, just like that. Pupils blown with lust and a dash of animosity.”
“Do you blame us?” Unlike the doctor, Mercy didn’t let up, continuing to pound into Calix, voice steady as though he weren’t currently fucking like a madman.
Cal nodded, holding Aodhan’s gaze in the process, even when he was suddenly pulled off the doctor and lifted onto his knees. He cried out as he slid onto Mercy’s cock, gravity working in the director’s favor as he wrapped strong arms around Cal’s chest and stomach to hold him in place.
Aodhan didn’t seem upset, his hand moving to stroke himself as he watched the two of them from hooded eyes, soft bursts of air slipping from his parted lips as he rocked into his palm.
“Sylar got your tongue?” Mercy teased when Calix didn’t elaborate, even though it was obvious that’s what they wanted from him.
“Don’t threaten me with my pet,” he growled, glancing to the right where the bathroom door was shut. He’d gotten the sylar his last night with Mercy and Aodhan on Emergence and hadn’t been able to leave it behind when he’d escaped. “If you hurt Vesper, I’ll never forgive you. I mean it.”
