Page 86 of Iblis' Affliction
A grimace of disappointment seized Talha’s face. Slater hated seeing the hard lines around Master’s mouth, the thinned out upper lip, and his narrowed eyes. The bitter smell of Talha’s emotions reminded Slater of Camilla’s decaying head. He hated it. To fix it, he said, “Slater missed Master.”
Talha ignored him. Slater’s mind trailed sinking in the memory.
The claw-knife notching Talha’s chest… the sweet taste of his blood... the warmth of his body… the almost painful contractions of his passage. Slater didn’t regret a single thing as he stored those visions in the depth of his memory, making them sacred.
Warmth crawled under Slater’s skin as he knew that master carried his marks on his body, under his white linen shirt. The marks that would remain on Master’s chest forever.
Mine… Master is mine. No one else can touch him. No one else will ever touch him. Only Slater.
“I don’t need you anymore,” Talha whispered. “We are done. Leave now, or I’ll shoot you.”
Ignoring his words, Slater slowly advanced toward Talha’s shoe. A burning need to touch his master’s skin shredded his chest more painfully than a bullet could ever do. “Slater won’t go anywhere. Slater will stay with Master.”
“Stay back,” Talha croaked, swallowing hard. His finger found the trigger but didn’t pull it.
Slater inched forward. His forehead bumped against Talha’s knee as he squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his chest to the floor.
“Master belongs to Slater.” With a flat tongue, Slater licked Talha’s beige leather shoe, before rubbing his cheek against his shin then higher, against his knee, then further, until his pupils locked with the liquid fire of the amber eyes. “Master can’t have anyone else.”
“Back off.” The muzzle shifted, and the cold barrel pressed to Slater’s forehead.
“Even if Master hates Slater, there is no escape. Slater will go nowhere. Slater will do everything for Master. If Master wants Slater to disappear, Master should pull the trigger now.” Latching onto Talha’s pants, Slater tugged his body upward. His cheek rubbed against the cold metal as he stared Talha in the eye. His mouth opened, and his tongue trailed the black metal of the gun before he closed his lips around the barrel, the way he would do around Talha’s cock. Pulling away, he circled the tip with his tongue then pressed a wet kiss on the side before taking the barrel into his mouth again.
Confusion erased the hardness of Master’s glare, and a light pink colored his cheekbones. The apple of his throat jumped when he swallowed.
Yes, Master, look at Slater.
“You are useless to me.” Hoarse and low, Talha’s voice lacked certainty. He shoved Slater away with his knee.
Teeth clanged against the metal, before the handle of the gun crushed down to Slater’s cheek. Bright spots stained his vision, and ringing reverberated in his ears when he whacked against the floor, blinking the pain away. Electric jolts rushed from his teeth to his nape as a metallic taste flooded his mouth. Swallowing blood, he glared up.
Talha’s eyes glinted with metal. “Step away. For weeks, I was trying to come up with an excuse for you, but I couldn’t find a single reason why I should keep you alive. And now, I don’t even know why I talk to you… You never listen. You say things I want to hear without meaning them, because they got you out of trouble too many times. You think sex and beating can solve everything, but this time is different. This isn’t working. I should have killed you long ago.”
Slater’s eyes twitched. With shaking hands, he clasped Talha’s pants. Master didn’t push him away, allowing his palm to slap his chest, as the ripper brushed his nose against his hips. When his face leveled the tanned belt, Talha fisted his hair. Tugging onto his scalp, he bent Slater backward as he bent forward.
The pressure in Slater’s spine sent jolts of pain to his head, forcing a hiss out of his throat. Slater’s spine vibrated as he stared into the boiling voids of Talha’s amber eyes. The muzzle pressed to the side of his throat, as Talha inched closer. Their eyes leveled. The air between them heated with their breathing.
“Name one reason why I should let you live.”
Slater froze, mesmerized. Master’s eyes resembled gems. Bright and rich, the color stratified to dozens of fractions, each darker than the next. Slater thought that if one day he killed Master, he would certainly keep his eyes, so he could look at them forever. Without thinking, Slater curled his toes. Fisting Master’s shirt he tugged himself upward, colliding his bleeding mouth with Talha’s lips. A gasp of surprise crashed against his teeth as Slater opened his mouth wider, licking Talha’s lips. Fisting the corners of Master’s shirt, he forced himself deeper into the kiss.
Blissful warmth and softness welcomed him, as Talha timidly replied to the needy, awkward flexes of his jaw. Sweet and tender, the kiss melted his organs with heat. The familiar weakness kisses always instilled in him made his limbs tremble. Usually, he would hate it, but now he welcomed it with all his soul, wanting to feel Master more.
“Slater is weak,” he whispered into Talha’s mouth, never breaking the eye contact. Talha’s pupils blew, turning irises into boiling rings of magma. Before Master could bounce back from a shock, Slater added, “Slater loves Master…”
The painful grip at the back of his head weakened, as Talha pulled away. His lips red and glistening with the mix of Slater’s blood and saliva.
“Shut up. You don’t know what love is,” Talha said, but his words lacked strength, coming out breathy and shaky. “You only say it because you think it is what I want to hear.”
“Slater loves Master…” Voice barely above a whisper, he inhaled the painfully familiar smell of bitter almond and rubbed his face against Talha’s abs. The rough linen fabric of the white shirt chaffed his cheek. “Slater will kill anyone who stands in Slater’s way. Slater isn’t sorry, because Slater will do it again if Master touches someone else.”
Talha’s eyes softened. The ever-present attention returned to the depth of his pupils, as he examined Slater’s face with concern.
“Slater will drown the world in blood… for Master.” Slater swallowed, devouring Talha’s lips with his eyes. “There is no escape. Give up.”
“You are fucking trouble…” The warm breath played over Slater’s chin as Talha leaned into the ripper and brushed his lips against Slater’s. The slippery tongue wormed its way into his mouth as the amber eyes closed shut. Possessive and impatient, two palms fisted Slater’s hair, one still holding the gun. Slater didn’t mind. The cool surface of the metal chilled his throbbing temple, making it easier for him to concentrate.
Fighting the small tremors settling into his body, he dropped his eyelids closed, watching Master through his lashes. Swimming in ecstasy and erupting passion, he thought that as long as Slater was Master’s only weakness it would be fine, just like Master was Slater’s.
