FIC: Mirror!Pinto Chapter 4f
MIRROR!PINTO SERIES: Dark Desires
CHAPTER 4f: Karl - The Fugitive or I am become Death Part f
Summary for Chapter 4: Chris gets a new assignment: hunting down a man named Karl Urban. He is hesitant to accept it, because Karl is an important part of Chris' own past. What will happen when Karl realizes someone is after him? And what when Zach finds out Chris and Karl were lovers once? Plus, there is someone who really wants Karl dead - will Chris follow this order?
Rating: Explicit/NC-17
Warnings: language, angst, violence, almost rape
Word Count: ~ 3.200
Disclaimer: I neither own nor know ZQ or CP, this is merely a work of fiction. Nothing in this is meant to be an insult, I only play with them a little.
Betaed by my wonderful mirror!beta wolfhaton, who works amazingly fast and is simply awesome. Any remaining mistakes are mine, especially since English is not my native tongue.
More notes etc. can be found in the previous parts.
Chapter note: Okay, serious chapter warning here. In this part there will be almost non-con. And there's a knife and it's gonna be brutal. Please don't read if this squicks you!
Additional note: Karl's POV is written in not-American spelling for a reason. Although I have to admit my "Kiwi" spelling is a bit rusty, so if anybody discovers a "wrong" word/spelling/expression, please let me know.
This chapter is dedicated to garden_hoe21 , who made me write this. I wasn't in the mood for several days, then I was distracted by White Collar and Matt Bomer. But garden cracked her whip and made me, and she's insanely awesome! Thank you very much for being such an amazing dom muse and for putting an end to my dry period!!!
Series Masterpost with all previous and following chapters and summaries for all parts.
FANMIX byangelrox040 is here.
Chapter 4f - How they met Karl: The Fugitive or I am become Death
Zach
When Urban stops holding him down and just sits on his legs, Zach renews his struggles, twisting and fighting, trying to throw him off. He doesn’t know why the other stopped, he just wants to get loose and wrap his hands around Urban’s throat. He can’t believe he’s been so stupid as to use Urban’s real name, that he revealed he knows him. Fuck! And now he’s here, tied to the bed, at the mercy of this man, this killer, and he remembers the stuff he read online about Urban’s victims, about all the murders. He’d really like to get these bindings off now, get free.
Zach grinds his teeth; this whole evening really didn’t go as he’d imagined. He’d thought catching Urban alone would be easy - the guy didn’t know him after all, he’d lure him away and knock him out, simple. He’d hoped to show Chris what he’s capable off, and now here he is, trapped. Alone, tied up, and Chris isn’t here to save him this time. Where is Chris?
And why didn’t Chris help him earlier? He just stood there and stared, didn’t do a damn thing to help him and Urban took him and… Zach’s caught, he’s alone, he can’t get free, and Chris doesn’t know where he is. Fuck, Zach hates feeling so helpless, and he can’t get loose and this feels just like… no, no thinking about that, focus!
Zach continues to struggle, fighting down the emotions and memories that try to rise to the surface, he’s not thinking about Winters, he’s not, he has to get free, and Urban is moving off the bed now, is standing back and watching him, looks at him with a strange expression on his face that Zach can’t decipher, an expression that makes his stomach twist uncomfortably. And Urban pulls out a knife and watches him and where is Chris?
“So you’re Chris’ boy, aren’t you?”
Fuck. The tattoo. Fuck!
“He’s fucking you now? Or is he your pimp? I didn’t think he was into skanks now. He sent you after me, didn’t he? Thought he could catch me if he let his whore play bait?”
Zach twists around and glares at Urban. How dare that Kiwi bastard call him a whore!
“Didn’t want me to see him, huh? Thought I would run as soon as I’d see my ex-lover suddenly appear, what a coincidence! Well, that didn’t work out so well, did it?”
Ex-lover? What?!
Chris
Chris wills his car to drive faster, clutching the steering wheel. Still over 10 miles to the motel, and he doesn’t even know if Karl is really there. If Zach is there. Chris bites his lips and curses silently. It’s his fault that Zach is in this situation! Chris let him go alone, didn’t protect him...hell, he drove him away and practically made him go after Karl himself. If he hadn’t yelled at Zach, if he hadn’t insulted and belittled him, Zach would never have done it. And now, it’s his fault that Zach got caught, and his fault if his lover gets hurt.
Chris blinks furiously, grinds his teeth and drives, one hand on the wheel and the other on the gun in his lap. The cold metal feels soothing against his palm, protection and promise. Revenge, even, if Karl has dared to hurt Zach.
Zach is his life, Chris would kill for him, has killed for him, he’ll protect Zach with everything he has, and if Karl has touched his lover or harmed him in any way, Chris will make him pay for it.
6 miles to the motel. Chris floors it.
Karl
Zach is staring at him. At first he looked only angry, but now he seems shocked. Karl looks him over thoughtfully and runs a finger along the back of the knife. The other’s eyes travel quickly between Karl’s face and the weapon in his hands, back and forth, before they focus on Karl’s face again. Zach licks his lips nervously and Karl smiles.
“What? I’m right, ain’t I? He used you as bait, thought you’d distract me. Well, it worked briefly, I’ll admit that, you’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you? But now I got you, and Chris is coming after me, and what will he do if he finds his whore in the hands of his ex-lover, hm? You think he’ll rescue you?” Zach’s eyes flick to the door and Karl laughs. “Oh, you do! How precious!”
Zach opens his mouth, but Karl talks over him. “I don’t believe he will.” Karl gives a twisted smile, “You really think he’ll care about what happens to his whore?”
“I am not his whore!”
Zach is sitting up now, arms twisted in the bindings, straining towards Karl as far as he can get, a furious expression on his face. “I am not! And he didn’t send me and you don’t know the first thing about him!” Zach bares his teeth and glares at him, fists opening and closing, murder in his eyes. If Karl was in reach, Zach would obviously try to attack him, but as he is not, he only can glare and snarl.
Karl looks at him and laughs condescendingly. He feels a savage pleasure at the fury in Zach’s eyes. “Oh, I see! He’s your boyfriend! That’s why he tattooed his name above your tight little ass, because he’s your boyfriend! Not your owner, hmm? I’m sorry, my mistake, I thought a relationship consisted of two equals, where nobody is the other’s property, I guess I was wrong. Seems Chris has changed a bit since I last fucked him!”
“Don’t say his name! You know nothing about him, about us, so shut the fuck up!”
Something ugly rears his head in Karl’s stomach. He bares his teeth at Zach and snarls at him. How dare that little bastard! “Oh, I know nothing about Chris?” He enjoys the way the other jerks angrily at the name, “Boy, I know more about him that you ever will. What did he tell you? That we hooked up once or twice so he could get information about his targets from me? Hmm? Or something else? I’m curious, really, what did he say about me?”
Zach’s mouths works, but no sound emerges. And then his eyes flicker to the side briefly and Karl grins in dark delight. “Oh, I see! He didn’t tell you anything, did he?” He laughs when Zach twitches and looks away, furious and embarrassed. “This is too precious! Your boyfriend kept our past from you, didn’t he? He didn’t tell you we were a together for 3 years, that we lived together and shared everything? That we loved each other? I bet he only told you that I arrested him and sent him to prison…” Karl eyes Zach’s face and grins again. “Aww, he didn’t even tell you that! Your precious boyfriend didn’t say one word about me, about his past, about us! And you think you’re his equal? Think again, boy!”
Zach is still looking away, blinking furiously, his head his bowed. His throat works and his hands clench around the bindings. Karl looks at him and smiles.
Zach
Zach swallows around the lump in his throat. He will not let Urban get to him, he will not. Chris is his lover, his partner, he is Zach’s as much as Zach is his, and he will not let Urban try and destroy that. Chris has done so much for him, has killed for him, saves and protects him. Zach won’t let some random stranger of Chris take that feeling of safety from him, he knows Chris loves him.
But a niggling sense of doubt creeps up in his mind. Urban is not a stranger, not to Chris. And what he told Zach… Does Chris love him? Does he really? He didn’t tell Zach about Karl, he didn’t say one word about their past. He lied and kept secrets, he let Karl take him and didn’t do anything to prevent it. Didn’t even try.
And Chris never told Zach he loves him. Zach tells him so all the time, but Chris… he’s never said it, not once. Never.
Karl is moving towards him now and Zach is jerked from his dark thoughts. Chris isn’t here, he’s alone with this killer, and he has to try and escape himself. Zach yanks at his bindings again. Is he imagining…? He keeps his face expressionless and stops struggling. Yes, the strips of cloth around his wrists seem looser, he’s sure of that. Which means he can maybe get out of them, if he moves quickly. But there’s still the problem of Urban. Who has a gun and a knife. Zach has nothing - but he has an idea.
He steels himself and sneers at Urban. “Oh, and your relationship was so much better? Chris loved you? Are you sure about that? I mean…” Zach chuckles derisively and the other narrows his eyes at him. Good, Zach wants to make him angry. Angry people make mistakes; they get too close, and if Urban does, Zach will be ready.
“There’s no chance that Chris played you? That he only used you to get information about his targets? Couldn’t it be? Tell me, how many victims of Chris had files at your station? How many of them did you investigate yourself, wrote reports about? How many people was Chris able to find because he used you to get to them? Three years, that has to be quite a body count! And all because you told Chris where he could find them!”
Zach throws his head back and laughs. “All those bodies, all your fault because you let Chris play you! Oh yes, he loved you! Or should I say, he loved the information he could get from you!”
Chris
The car’s tires screech when Chris makes a sharp turn and careens into the motel’s parking lot. He doesn’t bother to use one of the marked parking spaces, stops the car right in front of the motel’s receptionist hall and gets out without even taking the key out of the ignition. He does grab his gun, though, holds it tightly and runs towards the entrance where the night clerk is already pulling the door open, shouting that Chris can’t park his car there. Chris shows him the gun, which shuts the guy up pretty fast.
Chris makes the receptionist give him the list of guests currently staying at the motel, then knocks him out and locks him inside a closet. He hurries out of the hall, along the narrow corridor leading towards the rooms, fingers trailing along the list.
There, Karl-Heinz Miller. Natalie’s maiden name. Room 1013. Chris starts running.
Karl
Karl snarls, throws himself across the room and lands on the bed. He dodges a kick to the groin, Zach twists away and yanks at this bindings, gets his hands free suddenly; Karl avoids the other’s fists, his knees and feet and teeth, crawls on top of Zach and pins him down. He gets a fist to the side of his head. Pain blooms in his head, ear ringing - he ignores it, holds the other firmly. Zach’s fighting again, bucking like a wild horse beneath him, yelling and screaming. Karl scrambles to pin his hands, narrowly dodging another blow, wraps a big hand around Zach’s slender wrists and squeezes them savagely, feels bones grind against each other under soft skin, causing a pained scream. Zach moves and twists, fights and bucks, until Karl bangs Zach’s head against the headboard and he slumps, dazed and limp.
Karl works quickly, uses the time the other’s dizzy and unresisting to flip him over onto his stomach, ties his hands behind his back. Zach shakes his head, trying to clear it, and Karl sits down on Zach’s legs again. Then he grabs the knife he lost in the scuffle from where it has fallen onto the bed and rests the cold blade against the other’s throat. Zach freezes and Karl leans in close to whisper into his ear.
“That was an exceptionally bad idea, boy. I see why you were taunting me, you thought you’d be able to distract me and get free. But it didn’t work, Zachary. You only succeeded in making me even more angry. And now that I got you, I’ll show you exactly how angry I am. You think your and Chris’ relationship is better than mine? You think you are better than I am? I’ll show you how wrong you are. You are nothing but a whore, but me, I was his lover. His partner. Tell me, did he ever let you fuck him? No? But he did let me, Zach, I fucked him a thousand times. I took his virginity even, I was his first, and what are you? I know why he put his name on you, not because he loves you, oh no, because you are his property, his bitch. His little toy that no one else gets to use, and you put your name on your toys in case they get lost, right? I was his lover for 3 years, and you, you are nothing but a hole to him, a body that doesn’t resist when he fucks it, who loves being used. And since you love it so much, why don’t we try a little something, hmm? Let’s see how you like being fucked by someone else but your precious boyfriend.”
Zach’s breathing heavily, his body is stiff as a board underneath Karl, but he doesn’t say a word, can’t say a word, because Karl has the knife against his throat, if Zach speaks it will cut him, and Zach closes his eyes and makes a small distressed sound. Karl chuckles at hearing it, he likes the panic he saw in the other’s eyes before he closed them, he likes the light tremor in his frame, the fear evident in the other’s expression. Good. He wants Zach afraid. He deserves it, deserves to be scared.
Karl trails the knife along Zach’s shoulder, the razor-sharp metal slicing the fine silk shirt easily. Zach twitches but stills again quickly when the blade nicks his skin. Karl grins and runs the blade down along Zach’s back, the shirt falls open to reveal a smooth back with various bruises. Fingerprints, hands… and bite marks. He looks at a bruise on a pale shoulder, a perfect circle of teeth imprints surrounding a violently purple mark, and grinds his teeth.
Karl leans in close again, Zach’s breath hitches when the blade trails over arms, his wrists, tickles his bound fingers, and comes to rest against the small of his back. Against the tattoo.
“What, you like my knife?” Karl chuckles. Zach moans softly and tries to turn his face away. Karl stops him with a hand around his chin. The other has his lips pressed together firmly, they look almost white in the dim light of the motel room, his eyes are screwed shut and his lashes are wet. Karl smiles to himself. Perfect.
“I think you do. Look at you, spread out for me. Moaning for me. How about we make this even more interesting, hm?”
Karl pulls back again and lets go of Zach’s chin. The other instantly turns his head away and buries his face in the bed’s comforter. His shoulders are trembling slightly, tremors run along his lithe frame, and Karl watches and grins. Scared yes, but not terrified. Not yet.
He lifts the knife away, not missing the soft sound Zach makes, and uses both hands to tug at Zach’s pants. The other’s eyes fly open, he arches away, but it’s useless. Karl has his pants down to mid-thigh in moments, his arse bared, and Zach starts shivering for real.
Karl eyes his form for a brief moment, then rests the blade against Zach’s crack. “So you like getting fucked, hmm? How about I fuck you with this?”
Zach is hyperventilating, tries to shy away, but Karl grips one hip firmly and runs the knife along Zach’s crack, positions the tip over the tightly clenched hole. Zach moans in panic, he’s terrified now, he twitches and jerks but he can’t get away. He’s keening now, soft panicky noises, mewling and mumbling, Karl pauses and listens, hears the litany of “no” and “please” and “not this” and “please don’t” and “not again” and freezes.
He pulls the knife away, throws it across the room. It lands with a clatter on the wooden floor. He scrambles off Zach’s legs, the other stiffens and trembles, still begging, quiet hopeless sounds and Karl listens and feels his stomach twist.
Zach realizes Karl is gone, he jerks away, scrambles upwards towards the headboard, hindered by his bound hands and legs trapped in his pants and curls up at the top of the bed. Karl watches him, shocked, Zach stares back, eyes wide and black, tears streaming down deathly white cheeks. Zach doesn’t see him, looks at Karl’s face and right through him, lost in a very dark place, and he’s still talking, begging really, telling someone named Winters to stop and Karl feels sick.
Oh God, what has he done? He only wanted to scare Zach, make him afraid, get a little revenge, make Zach as scared as he was earlier. He never meant to actually do it, never, he's no rapist, he just wanted to scare the boy a little! And now? Now Zach is curled into a ball, flinches away when Karl touches his shoulder softly, is crying and shaking, and it’s Karl’s fault. What has he done?
He bends over Zach, who convulses when Karl touches him, eyes wide and unseeing. Zach doesn’t resist when Karl rolls him over, and Karl is scared now, because all the fight has left the other man, he’s not trying to get free, only shivers in his grasp, and even when Karl loosens his bindings he doesn’t move away, only wraps his arms around his chest and shakes. Karl stays close and watches him, Zach’s mouth is moving, his breath goes fast and shallow, his eyes are screwed shut now, tears and sweat dripping off his face. Oh God, what now?
He stretches a hesitant hand towards Zach’s pants, thinking of covering him up and maybe make him a little more comfortable, Zach keens and moves his head from side to side, a soft litany of “no”s falling from his lips. Karl tries to ignore the sounds, the sight, the guilt twisting in his stomach and starts pulling Zach’s pants back up again. The other lets out an anguished “please no!” at Karl’s touch, and Karl has to grab the hands weakly trying to fend him off in order to finish his task.
Then the door flies open suddenly and crashes loudly into the wall. Karl freezes, one hand around Zach’s wrists, the other on his waistband, and Zach is crying “no” and “stop”, and the figure in the doorway steps forward, comes closer, and raises a gun at Karl.
It’s Chris.
Chapter 4g is here.
CHAPTER 4f: Karl - The Fugitive or I am become Death Part f
Summary for Chapter 4: Chris gets a new assignment: hunting down a man named Karl Urban. He is hesitant to accept it, because Karl is an important part of Chris' own past. What will happen when Karl realizes someone is after him? And what when Zach finds out Chris and Karl were lovers once? Plus, there is someone who really wants Karl dead - will Chris follow this order?
Rating: Explicit/NC-17
Warnings: language, angst, violence, almost rape
Word Count: ~ 3.200
Disclaimer: I neither own nor know ZQ or CP, this is merely a work of fiction. Nothing in this is meant to be an insult, I only play with them a little.
Betaed by my wonderful mirror!beta wolfhaton, who works amazingly fast and is simply awesome. Any remaining mistakes are mine, especially since English is not my native tongue.
More notes etc. can be found in the previous parts.
Chapter note: Okay, serious chapter warning here. In this part there will be almost non-con. And there's a knife and it's gonna be brutal. Please don't read if this squicks you!
Additional note: Karl's POV is written in not-American spelling for a reason. Although I have to admit my "Kiwi" spelling is a bit rusty, so if anybody discovers a "wrong" word/spelling/expression, please let me know.
This chapter is dedicated to garden_hoe21 , who made me write this. I wasn't in the mood for several days, then I was distracted by White Collar and Matt Bomer. But garden cracked her whip and made me, and she's insanely awesome! Thank you very much for being such an amazing dom muse and for putting an end to my dry period!!!
Series Masterpost with all previous and following chapters and summaries for all parts.
FANMIX byangelrox040 is here.
Chapter 4f - How they met Karl: The Fugitive or I am become Death
Zach
When Urban stops holding him down and just sits on his legs, Zach renews his struggles, twisting and fighting, trying to throw him off. He doesn’t know why the other stopped, he just wants to get loose and wrap his hands around Urban’s throat. He can’t believe he’s been so stupid as to use Urban’s real name, that he revealed he knows him. Fuck! And now he’s here, tied to the bed, at the mercy of this man, this killer, and he remembers the stuff he read online about Urban’s victims, about all the murders. He’d really like to get these bindings off now, get free.
Zach grinds his teeth; this whole evening really didn’t go as he’d imagined. He’d thought catching Urban alone would be easy - the guy didn’t know him after all, he’d lure him away and knock him out, simple. He’d hoped to show Chris what he’s capable off, and now here he is, trapped. Alone, tied up, and Chris isn’t here to save him this time. Where is Chris?
And why didn’t Chris help him earlier? He just stood there and stared, didn’t do a damn thing to help him and Urban took him and… Zach’s caught, he’s alone, he can’t get free, and Chris doesn’t know where he is. Fuck, Zach hates feeling so helpless, and he can’t get loose and this feels just like… no, no thinking about that, focus!
Zach continues to struggle, fighting down the emotions and memories that try to rise to the surface, he’s not thinking about Winters, he’s not, he has to get free, and Urban is moving off the bed now, is standing back and watching him, looks at him with a strange expression on his face that Zach can’t decipher, an expression that makes his stomach twist uncomfortably. And Urban pulls out a knife and watches him and where is Chris?
“So you’re Chris’ boy, aren’t you?”
Fuck. The tattoo. Fuck!
“He’s fucking you now? Or is he your pimp? I didn’t think he was into skanks now. He sent you after me, didn’t he? Thought he could catch me if he let his whore play bait?”
Zach twists around and glares at Urban. How dare that Kiwi bastard call him a whore!
“Didn’t want me to see him, huh? Thought I would run as soon as I’d see my ex-lover suddenly appear, what a coincidence! Well, that didn’t work out so well, did it?”
Ex-lover? What?!
Chris
Chris wills his car to drive faster, clutching the steering wheel. Still over 10 miles to the motel, and he doesn’t even know if Karl is really there. If Zach is there. Chris bites his lips and curses silently. It’s his fault that Zach is in this situation! Chris let him go alone, didn’t protect him...hell, he drove him away and practically made him go after Karl himself. If he hadn’t yelled at Zach, if he hadn’t insulted and belittled him, Zach would never have done it. And now, it’s his fault that Zach got caught, and his fault if his lover gets hurt.
Chris blinks furiously, grinds his teeth and drives, one hand on the wheel and the other on the gun in his lap. The cold metal feels soothing against his palm, protection and promise. Revenge, even, if Karl has dared to hurt Zach.
Zach is his life, Chris would kill for him, has killed for him, he’ll protect Zach with everything he has, and if Karl has touched his lover or harmed him in any way, Chris will make him pay for it.
6 miles to the motel. Chris floors it.
Karl
Zach is staring at him. At first he looked only angry, but now he seems shocked. Karl looks him over thoughtfully and runs a finger along the back of the knife. The other’s eyes travel quickly between Karl’s face and the weapon in his hands, back and forth, before they focus on Karl’s face again. Zach licks his lips nervously and Karl smiles.
“What? I’m right, ain’t I? He used you as bait, thought you’d distract me. Well, it worked briefly, I’ll admit that, you’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you? But now I got you, and Chris is coming after me, and what will he do if he finds his whore in the hands of his ex-lover, hm? You think he’ll rescue you?” Zach’s eyes flick to the door and Karl laughs. “Oh, you do! How precious!”
Zach opens his mouth, but Karl talks over him. “I don’t believe he will.” Karl gives a twisted smile, “You really think he’ll care about what happens to his whore?”
“I am not his whore!”
Zach is sitting up now, arms twisted in the bindings, straining towards Karl as far as he can get, a furious expression on his face. “I am not! And he didn’t send me and you don’t know the first thing about him!” Zach bares his teeth and glares at him, fists opening and closing, murder in his eyes. If Karl was in reach, Zach would obviously try to attack him, but as he is not, he only can glare and snarl.
Karl looks at him and laughs condescendingly. He feels a savage pleasure at the fury in Zach’s eyes. “Oh, I see! He’s your boyfriend! That’s why he tattooed his name above your tight little ass, because he’s your boyfriend! Not your owner, hmm? I’m sorry, my mistake, I thought a relationship consisted of two equals, where nobody is the other’s property, I guess I was wrong. Seems Chris has changed a bit since I last fucked him!”
“Don’t say his name! You know nothing about him, about us, so shut the fuck up!”
Something ugly rears his head in Karl’s stomach. He bares his teeth at Zach and snarls at him. How dare that little bastard! “Oh, I know nothing about Chris?” He enjoys the way the other jerks angrily at the name, “Boy, I know more about him that you ever will. What did he tell you? That we hooked up once or twice so he could get information about his targets from me? Hmm? Or something else? I’m curious, really, what did he say about me?”
Zach’s mouths works, but no sound emerges. And then his eyes flicker to the side briefly and Karl grins in dark delight. “Oh, I see! He didn’t tell you anything, did he?” He laughs when Zach twitches and looks away, furious and embarrassed. “This is too precious! Your boyfriend kept our past from you, didn’t he? He didn’t tell you we were a together for 3 years, that we lived together and shared everything? That we loved each other? I bet he only told you that I arrested him and sent him to prison…” Karl eyes Zach’s face and grins again. “Aww, he didn’t even tell you that! Your precious boyfriend didn’t say one word about me, about his past, about us! And you think you’re his equal? Think again, boy!”
Zach is still looking away, blinking furiously, his head his bowed. His throat works and his hands clench around the bindings. Karl looks at him and smiles.
Zach
Zach swallows around the lump in his throat. He will not let Urban get to him, he will not. Chris is his lover, his partner, he is Zach’s as much as Zach is his, and he will not let Urban try and destroy that. Chris has done so much for him, has killed for him, saves and protects him. Zach won’t let some random stranger of Chris take that feeling of safety from him, he knows Chris loves him.
But a niggling sense of doubt creeps up in his mind. Urban is not a stranger, not to Chris. And what he told Zach… Does Chris love him? Does he really? He didn’t tell Zach about Karl, he didn’t say one word about their past. He lied and kept secrets, he let Karl take him and didn’t do anything to prevent it. Didn’t even try.
And Chris never told Zach he loves him. Zach tells him so all the time, but Chris… he’s never said it, not once. Never.
Karl is moving towards him now and Zach is jerked from his dark thoughts. Chris isn’t here, he’s alone with this killer, and he has to try and escape himself. Zach yanks at his bindings again. Is he imagining…? He keeps his face expressionless and stops struggling. Yes, the strips of cloth around his wrists seem looser, he’s sure of that. Which means he can maybe get out of them, if he moves quickly. But there’s still the problem of Urban. Who has a gun and a knife. Zach has nothing - but he has an idea.
He steels himself and sneers at Urban. “Oh, and your relationship was so much better? Chris loved you? Are you sure about that? I mean…” Zach chuckles derisively and the other narrows his eyes at him. Good, Zach wants to make him angry. Angry people make mistakes; they get too close, and if Urban does, Zach will be ready.
“There’s no chance that Chris played you? That he only used you to get information about his targets? Couldn’t it be? Tell me, how many victims of Chris had files at your station? How many of them did you investigate yourself, wrote reports about? How many people was Chris able to find because he used you to get to them? Three years, that has to be quite a body count! And all because you told Chris where he could find them!”
Zach throws his head back and laughs. “All those bodies, all your fault because you let Chris play you! Oh yes, he loved you! Or should I say, he loved the information he could get from you!”
Chris
The car’s tires screech when Chris makes a sharp turn and careens into the motel’s parking lot. He doesn’t bother to use one of the marked parking spaces, stops the car right in front of the motel’s receptionist hall and gets out without even taking the key out of the ignition. He does grab his gun, though, holds it tightly and runs towards the entrance where the night clerk is already pulling the door open, shouting that Chris can’t park his car there. Chris shows him the gun, which shuts the guy up pretty fast.
Chris makes the receptionist give him the list of guests currently staying at the motel, then knocks him out and locks him inside a closet. He hurries out of the hall, along the narrow corridor leading towards the rooms, fingers trailing along the list.
There, Karl-Heinz Miller. Natalie’s maiden name. Room 1013. Chris starts running.
Karl
Karl snarls, throws himself across the room and lands on the bed. He dodges a kick to the groin, Zach twists away and yanks at this bindings, gets his hands free suddenly; Karl avoids the other’s fists, his knees and feet and teeth, crawls on top of Zach and pins him down. He gets a fist to the side of his head. Pain blooms in his head, ear ringing - he ignores it, holds the other firmly. Zach’s fighting again, bucking like a wild horse beneath him, yelling and screaming. Karl scrambles to pin his hands, narrowly dodging another blow, wraps a big hand around Zach’s slender wrists and squeezes them savagely, feels bones grind against each other under soft skin, causing a pained scream. Zach moves and twists, fights and bucks, until Karl bangs Zach’s head against the headboard and he slumps, dazed and limp.
Karl works quickly, uses the time the other’s dizzy and unresisting to flip him over onto his stomach, ties his hands behind his back. Zach shakes his head, trying to clear it, and Karl sits down on Zach’s legs again. Then he grabs the knife he lost in the scuffle from where it has fallen onto the bed and rests the cold blade against the other’s throat. Zach freezes and Karl leans in close to whisper into his ear.
“That was an exceptionally bad idea, boy. I see why you were taunting me, you thought you’d be able to distract me and get free. But it didn’t work, Zachary. You only succeeded in making me even more angry. And now that I got you, I’ll show you exactly how angry I am. You think your and Chris’ relationship is better than mine? You think you are better than I am? I’ll show you how wrong you are. You are nothing but a whore, but me, I was his lover. His partner. Tell me, did he ever let you fuck him? No? But he did let me, Zach, I fucked him a thousand times. I took his virginity even, I was his first, and what are you? I know why he put his name on you, not because he loves you, oh no, because you are his property, his bitch. His little toy that no one else gets to use, and you put your name on your toys in case they get lost, right? I was his lover for 3 years, and you, you are nothing but a hole to him, a body that doesn’t resist when he fucks it, who loves being used. And since you love it so much, why don’t we try a little something, hmm? Let’s see how you like being fucked by someone else but your precious boyfriend.”
Zach’s breathing heavily, his body is stiff as a board underneath Karl, but he doesn’t say a word, can’t say a word, because Karl has the knife against his throat, if Zach speaks it will cut him, and Zach closes his eyes and makes a small distressed sound. Karl chuckles at hearing it, he likes the panic he saw in the other’s eyes before he closed them, he likes the light tremor in his frame, the fear evident in the other’s expression. Good. He wants Zach afraid. He deserves it, deserves to be scared.
Karl trails the knife along Zach’s shoulder, the razor-sharp metal slicing the fine silk shirt easily. Zach twitches but stills again quickly when the blade nicks his skin. Karl grins and runs the blade down along Zach’s back, the shirt falls open to reveal a smooth back with various bruises. Fingerprints, hands… and bite marks. He looks at a bruise on a pale shoulder, a perfect circle of teeth imprints surrounding a violently purple mark, and grinds his teeth.
Karl leans in close again, Zach’s breath hitches when the blade trails over arms, his wrists, tickles his bound fingers, and comes to rest against the small of his back. Against the tattoo.
“What, you like my knife?” Karl chuckles. Zach moans softly and tries to turn his face away. Karl stops him with a hand around his chin. The other has his lips pressed together firmly, they look almost white in the dim light of the motel room, his eyes are screwed shut and his lashes are wet. Karl smiles to himself. Perfect.
“I think you do. Look at you, spread out for me. Moaning for me. How about we make this even more interesting, hm?”
Karl pulls back again and lets go of Zach’s chin. The other instantly turns his head away and buries his face in the bed’s comforter. His shoulders are trembling slightly, tremors run along his lithe frame, and Karl watches and grins. Scared yes, but not terrified. Not yet.
He lifts the knife away, not missing the soft sound Zach makes, and uses both hands to tug at Zach’s pants. The other’s eyes fly open, he arches away, but it’s useless. Karl has his pants down to mid-thigh in moments, his arse bared, and Zach starts shivering for real.
Karl eyes his form for a brief moment, then rests the blade against Zach’s crack. “So you like getting fucked, hmm? How about I fuck you with this?”
Zach is hyperventilating, tries to shy away, but Karl grips one hip firmly and runs the knife along Zach’s crack, positions the tip over the tightly clenched hole. Zach moans in panic, he’s terrified now, he twitches and jerks but he can’t get away. He’s keening now, soft panicky noises, mewling and mumbling, Karl pauses and listens, hears the litany of “no” and “please” and “not this” and “please don’t” and “not again” and freezes.
He pulls the knife away, throws it across the room. It lands with a clatter on the wooden floor. He scrambles off Zach’s legs, the other stiffens and trembles, still begging, quiet hopeless sounds and Karl listens and feels his stomach twist.
Zach realizes Karl is gone, he jerks away, scrambles upwards towards the headboard, hindered by his bound hands and legs trapped in his pants and curls up at the top of the bed. Karl watches him, shocked, Zach stares back, eyes wide and black, tears streaming down deathly white cheeks. Zach doesn’t see him, looks at Karl’s face and right through him, lost in a very dark place, and he’s still talking, begging really, telling someone named Winters to stop and Karl feels sick.
Oh God, what has he done? He only wanted to scare Zach, make him afraid, get a little revenge, make Zach as scared as he was earlier. He never meant to actually do it, never, he's no rapist, he just wanted to scare the boy a little! And now? Now Zach is curled into a ball, flinches away when Karl touches his shoulder softly, is crying and shaking, and it’s Karl’s fault. What has he done?
He bends over Zach, who convulses when Karl touches him, eyes wide and unseeing. Zach doesn’t resist when Karl rolls him over, and Karl is scared now, because all the fight has left the other man, he’s not trying to get free, only shivers in his grasp, and even when Karl loosens his bindings he doesn’t move away, only wraps his arms around his chest and shakes. Karl stays close and watches him, Zach’s mouth is moving, his breath goes fast and shallow, his eyes are screwed shut now, tears and sweat dripping off his face. Oh God, what now?
He stretches a hesitant hand towards Zach’s pants, thinking of covering him up and maybe make him a little more comfortable, Zach keens and moves his head from side to side, a soft litany of “no”s falling from his lips. Karl tries to ignore the sounds, the sight, the guilt twisting in his stomach and starts pulling Zach’s pants back up again. The other lets out an anguished “please no!” at Karl’s touch, and Karl has to grab the hands weakly trying to fend him off in order to finish his task.
Then the door flies open suddenly and crashes loudly into the wall. Karl freezes, one hand around Zach’s wrists, the other on his waistband, and Zach is crying “no” and “stop”, and the figure in the doorway steps forward, comes closer, and raises a gun at Karl.
It’s Chris.
Chapter 4g is here.