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“What did you want to show me?” Liam asks, not even hesitating as he let Theo lead him deep into the woods, into the cave of what could actually be a coyote’s den after receiving Theo’s ominous txt.
Theo’s lips press into a sly grin as he directs Liam’s gaze to Brett and Hayden, tied up and gagged with duct tape. “I wanted to show you how committed I am to uh… the project,” he says lowly, fingers curling around a loop in Liam’s jeans and tugging him close. “And I thought these two would make the perfect the gift.”
Theo's words echo in Liam's mind, his commitment to their dark project evident in his actions. Liam can't deny the twisted pleasure he feels at the sight of the captives, knowing that they are at his mercy. It's a sickening thrill that he never thought he would experience, but with Theo by his side, with his support, anything seems possible.
“Teddy,” Liam rasps, blue eyes glistening like the sun when it hits the ocean. It has Theo transfixed, heart galloping in his chest as Liam gives his bicep a squeeze. “You’re the fucking best.”
Theo keenly watches Liam, his eyes locked on Liam's every move. He knows that this moment is crucial, a test of their unwavering commitment to each other and their shared dark desires. He can't help but feel a surge of pride as he sees Liam embrace it with such fervour.
Liam's fingers trail along the edge of the knife he holds but he looks back at Theo curious. He needs to know and tilts his head to the side in query. “Why them?”
Theo steps closer, eyes shimmering as he cups Liam’s jaw tenderly. “They hurt you, and no one should ever hurt you. Scott will learn that, in due course,” he says solemnly. “But today, it’s their rightful punishment for the pain they inflicted upon you.”
Liam shudders, captivated by the darkness and twisted desires mirrored in Theo’s cold, calucated eyes. Behind them, Hayden and Brett’s muffled groans fade away as Theo inches closer, so close Liam can practically taste Theo’s devotion on his lips.
“I’ll never hurt you like they did,” Theo gingerly promises, voice low and hoarse, and Liam’s breath hitches, heart thunders in his chest. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again.”
“Or I, you,” Liam murmurs, rising to the tips of his toes and seals their devotion with a wickedly passionate and tender kiss.
Theo groans, licking into Liam’s mouth and nipping at his bottom lip. He wants to drown in Liam, in this moment, in the one who truly understands and relishes him for who he truly is but Brett has to ruin it with a hard thump to his calf.
Theo growls under his breath and glares thunderously at the tall boy. “We were having a moment,” he spits, voice laced with venom. “But I guess someone’s eager to die first.”
Brett’s eyes widen comically, muffled protests falling on deaf ears and a manic chuckle spills from Liam’s mouth. It’s damn beautiful and Theo wants to hear it again. “Would you like to do to the honours?”
Liam flicks his gaze between Brett and Hayden. “Nah, he’s all yours Teddy,” he says. “I’ll do her.”
Theo smiles, crouching down in front of the terrified boy, brandishing the knife as he glides it along Brett’s body, delighted in the hitched gasps and sniggers when Brett wets himself, body shaking and tensing. Liam watches as Theo delivers a series of shallow cuts, watching as blood slowly trickles out of each open cut. It’s slow and torturous and everything the prick deserves. Liam can’t contain the moan when Theo brutally shoves the blade deep into Brett’s abdomen and twists, repeatedly, an avalanche of blood gushing out. Tears prick at the edges of Brett’s eyes as Theo rips the duct tape from his mouth.
“Any last words,” Theo sneers.
“Always knew you were a demented little freak Dunbar,” Brett spits, lips crimson and glistening.
Theo growls, not even flinching or hesitating as he ends Brett’s life with slit to his throat. Brett’s blood sprays like a waterfall, splashing across his face and soaking his shirt. “Good fucking riddance,” Theo chortles, teeth glistening in Brett’s blood as he rises to his feet.
Liam’s eyes are lidded and molten when Theo turns to him. He moans lowly and clutches at Theo’s bulging biceps as Theo wipes the blade clean over the bulge in Liam’s jeans.
“Your turn sweetheart,” he says, passing the knife to him as if were a baton in a relay.
Liam grins, accepting the knife like a hand in marriage. He can’t help but lean close and flick his tongue across the few stay drops of Brett’s blood on Theo’s cheek. “You look so hot right now,” he murmurs and feels Theo’s bulge twitch as it brushes against the meat of his thigh as he twists away from Theo’s body to squat in front of Hayden.
Tears stain her cheeks as she trembles, trying to back away but it’s fruitless. There’s nowhere to go.
“There, there,” Liam coos mockingly, tracing the tip of the knife over her cheekbones. “It’ll all be over soon.”
Hayden makes a garbled noise of protest and Liam rips the duct tape from her lips.
“P-please L-Liam. P-please don’t do this. Don’t,” Hayden begs in between hitched sobs. “I’m s-so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”
“Bit late for sorry, isn’t it,” Theo scoffs.
“I should be thanking you actually,” Liam muses darkly. “If you hadn’t of hooked up with Brett, I never would have trashed his car and been kicked off the team. I never would have ended up in detention and met my Teddy.”
“Liam, this isn’t you,” Hayden tries. “He’s s- “
“He’s what?” Liam demands harshly, anger burning in his veins as he grips Hayden’s jaw forcefully. “Shown me what real love is, what real devotion is. Theo’s done more for me already than you or anyone ever did.”
“Aww, so romantic babe.”
Liam licks his lips. “I’ll show you romantic. Give me your shirt.”
Theo doesn’t hesitate in ripping his already soiled shirt from his body and passing it to him. With a final glance at Theo, Liam takes a deep breath and plunges into the darkness, fully embracing the twisted path that lies ahead. The gargled scream that fills the air is like a symphony to his ears as he bunches Theo’s shirt over Hayden’s slit throat, blood quickly drenching the fabric swiftly as he watches the life drain from his ex-girlfriend’s eyes.
“On your knees Teddy,” Liam says, revelling as Theo eagerly does.
Theo stares at him with hooded eyes as Liam rises to his feet, his shirt dripping in Hayden’s blood in his hands. Theo shivers as Liam holds it directly over his head and squeezes. Theo's body trembles in trepidation as the crimson liquid cascades down his face and body. The metallic scent fills the air, intoxicating both of them.
"Look at you, covered in her blood," Liam whispers, his voice thick with sick satisfaction. "You look so fucking beautiful and you're all mine, Theo.”
Theo moans as Liam's fingers curl sharply into his hair, dragging him closer. Their lips meet in a savage and ferocious kiss, mingling the taste of blood with their shared desire. The world around them fades away as they lose themselves in the twisted dance of dominance and submission.
When Liam breaks the kiss, a wicked smile blooms across his face. "Now, Theo, it's time for you to really show me just how much you love me."
Theo's eyes glimmer with equal devotion and obedience as he lowers himself back to the ground. A life with Liam promises everything he’s always desired and his body trembles once more in anticipation, eager to prove his faith.
Liam stands over him, his shirt still stained with Hayden's blood, a symbol of their dark union and his voice drips with sadistic pleasure as he commands, "Strip for me, Teddy.”
Without hesitation, Theo begins to undress, his movements a mix of urgency and reverence, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. The air is heavy with tension as Liam's eyes roam over Theo's naked form, his hunger growing with each passing second.
"Good boy," Liam purrs, his voice laced with a possessiveness that makes Theo’s insides quiver hotly. "Now, crawl to me."
Theo obeys, his body moving with a primal grace as he crawls towards Liam. The cold dirt floor bites into his knees, but the pain only heightens his pleasure, his cock hard and heavy between his legs. He reaches Liam's feet, his eyes locked with his lover's, readily awaiting Liam’s next command like a truly obedient submissive that he aches to be.
Liam’s eyes darken even more and swirl with insidious intent. “Take off my boots and worship my feet.”
Theo swallows thickly at the command, his cock twitching as he reaches out, his hands shaking slightly as he begins to unlace Liam's boots. The leather creaks under his touch, the sound echoing in the cave and as Theo removes the first boot, he can't help but inhale the heady scent of Liam's sweat and dominance. It fills his senses, intoxicating him further. He places a gentle kiss on Liam's foot, his lips lingering for a moment before moving on to the next boot.
Theo's lips trail along Liam's foot, leaving a trail of soft kisses in their wake. He can taste the saltiness of Liam's skin, the mixture of power and vulnerability that drives him wild. His tongue darts out, tracing patterns over the arch of Liam's foot, eliciting a low moan from his lover.
Liam watches with a predatory gaze, his lips curling fervently. He revels in the control he has over Theo, the way he willingly submits to his every command. His grip tightens in Theo's hair, his fingers tugging at the strands possessively. "That's it, Theo," he growls. "Show me your devotion."
Theo's heart pounds in his ears as he continues to worship Liam's feet, his movements becoming more fervent, more desperate. He can feel the heat building between his legs, the ache for release becoming almost unbearable. But he knows he must wait, must endure whatever Liam has in store for him.
Liam's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he watches Theo's dedication. He tugs at Theo’s hair, his grip harsh as he directs Theo to his blood-smeared crotch. He doesn’t even need to utter a single word, the message loud and clear in his eyes as Theo's mouth moves with desperation and devotion, his tongue tracing the outline of Liam's bulge through the blood-stained fabric, feeling it twitch beneath the denim. The taste of iron mingles with the faint scent of arousal, fuelling Theo's own depraved desires.
Liam's groans grow louder, his grip on Theo's hair tightening as he guides him with a firm hand. The sensation of Theo's lips and tongue against his clad-covered cock sends shivers of heat coursing down his spine, pooling in his gut. Theo's eyes remain locked with Liam's, a silent communication passing between them. It's a dance of power and surrender, a testament to the depths of their forging connection. Theo's mouth works diligently, his lips and tongue working to please Liam, to bring him to the edge of ecstasy.
Liam's fingers dig into Theo's scalp and pleasure and pain courses through his veins. He can feel himself growing harder, the need for release becoming overwhelming. With a primal growl, he pulls Theo away, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Liam's gaze darkens as he takes in the sight before him. Theo, on his knees, blood smeared on his lips, his eyes filled with a feral hunger that matches his own. "Not yet," Liam pants hoarsely. "I want to savour this."
Theo nods, pupils blown wide, his body still trembling with need, his own member throbbing needily. It's a sight that ignites a fire within Liam that he crouches to soak his right hand in Brett’s blood, pooling in the dirt by his body.
Theo's breath hitches as Liam's blood-slicked hand wraps around his throbbing length. His eyes flutter as Liam's hand moves with a steady rhythm, his grip becoming firmer, more intense. The sensation of Brett's blood mingling with their desire adds an intoxicating layer to their already intense connection. It's a twisted and forbidden act, but in this moment, it feels like the only way to fully satiate their hunger.
Theo's heart races as Liam's touch makes his body sing, every stroke of Liam's fingers against his skin ignites a fire within him, a desire that only grows stronger with each passing moment. Liam's other hand moves with purpose, exploring every inch of Theo's body, leaving a trail of pleasure in their wake. Each touch, each caress, is a reminder of the power Liam holds over him, a power that Theo willingly surrenders to. In this moment, he feels safe, cherished, and completely at Liam's mercy and as Liam's fingers continue to dance across Theo's skin, their eyes lock, and a silent understanding passes between them.
Liam's touch becomes more intense, his grip firm and unforgiving. The sensations overwhelm him, pushing him to the edge of his control. He surrenders completely, allowing Liam to take him to places he never knew existed, both physically and emotionally, his moans of pleasure becoming louder with every passing second.
Liam's cock pulses in response to the sight and sounds before him. The sight of Theo, lost in a haze of pleasure, his body trembling under Liam's touch, fuels Liam's own need for release. He can feel the tension building within him, the desire to claim Theo completely as Theo groans, spilling his release over Liam’s hand.
With a growl, Liam releases Theo's spent dick, his hand stained with a mixture of blood and cum. He brings his fingers to his lips, tasting the metallic tang of Brett's blood mixed with the saltiness of Theo's devotion. It's a heady combination that only intensifies his own craving as he frees his own cock and releases his own seed, relishing in Theo’s pleased groans as he paints his lover’s face with his cum.
Liam's eyes lock with Theo's once again, a silent understanding passing between them. They both know what comes next, the culmination of their dark desires. With a predatory smile, Liam pulls Theo to his feet, their bodies pressed together in a desperate embrace.
Liam’s hand intertwines with Theo’s, their fingers laced together in a macabre display of unity, their bodies still adorned with the remnants of their dark union. The moonlight casts an eerie glow on their blood-streaked skin, emphasizing the depths of their depravity and without a word, they collect their discarded clothes and the knife before they step out into the cool night air.
The moonlight bathes them in its ethereal glow as they make their way to a nearby stream. The sound of rushing water fills the air, a soothing melody that contrasts with the intensity of their recent encounter. They find a secluded spot by the water's edge, where they can cleanse themselves of their travesties.
Liam takes the lead, guiding Theo into the cool embrace of the stream. The water cascades over their bodies, washing away the remnants of their sins. They stand there, naked and vulnerable, their bodies glistening under the moonlight. Liam's eyes roam over Theo, a predatory hunger burning in his gaze. He steps closer, his hands reaching out to trace the contours of Theo's body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
"You're the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Theo," Liam whispers, his voice laced with a possessiveness that makes Theo’s inside quiver hotly all over again. "I promise you Teddy. I will never let anything, or anyone come between us. And I promise you this: anyone who has ever hurt you, anyone who has caused you pain, they will pay. Even if it means my own brother must die.”
“The same goes for you,” Theo implores and tugs Liam to his body.
Their lips meet in a searing kiss, addicted to the taste of blood and desire. It's a twisted and forbidden love, born from pain and darkness. But in this moment, as their bodies meld together, they find solace in each other's arms, their connection unbreakable, their union only the beginning of the darkness to come.