July 10 FIC: "Happy Birthday Reid" Covenant, Caleb/Reid, FRAO
Another ROK!
Title: Happy Birthday Reid.
Fandom: The Covenant
Pairing: Caleb Danvers / Reid Garwin
Rating: M / R / FRAO
Kink: Domination/Control
Prompt: "I held you close as we both shook"-I'm not Okay lyrics
Warnings: Lang, dark, slash, ascension.
D/c: Not mine. Y'know.
Caleb was on his last nerve. Reid was about to Ascend and all month he’d been provoking Caleb, all week he’d been Using out of excitement, and all day he’d been doing it in plain sight just to piss Caleb off. His most recent activity had been calling on the Power to make his eyes flame for some kid at the park. As if that weren’t bad enough, he would call the Power and let it drop repeatedly. Why? Because Caleb was the most sensitive to the change and could feel the pull every time he did it. Every few minutes it seemed, Caleb felt his whole being shift within him. His mind became distracted and followed the stretch of the Power. His insides would jolt and a shiver would run up his spine.
Reid stood in front of an awe-stricken nine-year-old. He winked at the kid and turned to leave. He froze in his tracks when he saw dark eyes blazing through him from across the playground.
“Caleb,” Pogue threatened, calmly leaning against a tree. “Chill. We’re in public.” Tyler nodded and walked casually past their fuming golden boy. He headed toward Reid and the little boy staring at him like he were a god. Reid’s eyes had gone a fraction wider at the absolutely smoldering look from their leader. Tyler knew the only reason Caleb wasn’t at Reid’s throat was because Pogue was there, letting the Power slip soothing tones into his voice. He may appear casual, but this was serious.
Tyler walked with purpose and grabbed Reid’s wrist as he passed, dragging the blonde with him. Reid came without complaint. Tyler said nothing and let him go, knowing he was following. When they were out of Caleb’s line of sight, Reid smirked to himself.
“Reid,” Tyler sighed. “What are you doin’? Tomorrow’s your birthday and you need Caleb there when you Ascend. Why are you pissin’ him off?” He crossed his arms lightly across his chest and watched his brother. Reid shrugged and scuffed his shoes in the dirt.
“I don’t need him,” Reid said defiantly, but he didn’t sound too sure.
“Yes, you do. He’s the only one who understands Ascension. What are you gonna do if you can’t handle it?” Reid said nothing. “Please, Reid. For the love of god, just behave for one more day.” Reid rolled his eyes.
“Don’t lecture me, Baby Boy.” He grumbled. Tyler reached out and pulled Reid close by his arms.
“Please,” He pleaded softly, the desperation in his bright eyes capturing Reid’s attention. “I couldn’t stand to lose you.” Reid’s jaw went a little slack at the absolute fear in Tyler’s eyes. The kid didn’t wait for an answer though. He turned and headed back to his brothers, hoping, knowing, that Reid would follow.
Unfortunately though, even after being shaken by his brother’s comments, Reid couldn’t resist the temptation to bother Caleb. As soon as they got back, it appeared that Pogue had calmed Caleb enough to be civil, but Reid’s eyes flashed in an automatic response to his brother. Caleb flinched as he felt the shift in him, glare returning to fixate on the blonde.
Reid grinned, ignoring Tyler’s disappointed look and Pogue’s look of caution. The punk raised his eyebrows in a silent challenge to their leader and Caleb took the bait. The dark haired boy clenched his fists as his own eyes flashed.
“Guys,” Pogue hissed. He and Tyler made sure no one was around to see this.
“Whatcha gonna do, Leader?” Reid mocked, jumping lightly and hovering an inch above the grass. Although it was directed at Reid, all of the brothers heard Caleb’s nasty threats echo through their heads alongside Reid’s spoken comebacks.
Get the fuck down, Blondie.
“Oh yeah? Gonna make me?” Reid laughed.
I could boil your blood inside your body, cunt-sucker!
“Ooh, temper, temper.” Reid scolded with a grin.
I could make you suffer Ascension alone. Tyler inhaled sharply at this, but neither he nor Pogue dare get in the middle of the two eldest.
“Fine! You know I don’t need you.” He propelled himself a couple inches higher with a kick of his foot.
I swear to god, I will make you suffer, Garwin. Reid only smirked for a second.
“You wish. Wait till I get my share of the Power. Then you’ll know suffering.” Reid was changing. There was something about the Ascension that made people different. Reid was bitter. Not joking or excited, but downright power-hungry. He was almost like Chase right now, and it made everyone’s skin crawl. How would he handle it?
You don’t know suffering. There was an absolute hatred in Caleb’s thoughts that scared them all.
“Then teach me, oh wise one.” Reid’s voice had dropped low, the challenge clear. The brothers could feel the air as it began to heat around them. Reid wound his fingers in circles to create a pocket of burning air and casually flicked it toward Caleb. The elder caught it, feeding his own rage into the energy. The ball shifted into a new color and when he threw it back, it knocked Reid to the ground and pinned him there with transparent purple, wiggling bands of energy.
“LET ME UP!” Reid bellowed, suddenly unamused. Caleb strode the few feet to where he lay, grass burning up around him. Caleb kneeled beside the kid.
“Fuck you.” He growled. “You don’t know shit. That’s why I’m in charge. You listen to me, got it? You need me at your Ascension so you don’t screw up and kill yourself. That is, if I let you live.”
The youngest two were forced away from the others by an unseen barrier. They couldn’t hear what was being said and the air distorted around Caleb and Reid like a heat wave. They could both feel the Power inside them shifting as each of their brothers tried to pull more of it. Tyler leaned back against the tree, staring at the ground with silent tears running down his cheeks. Pogue sat at his feet, watching the distorted scene and trying to pick out features in the twisted mess of life in front of them.
Reid was sick of being treated like a kid. He felt the coming power and its promise gave him the strength to break through Caleb’s binds. He pounced on the older boy and the world shimmered away around them. When it cleared again, they were in silence, locked in the back room of the basement in the Danvers’ old colony house. There was no door, no windows. There was only a bed with black sheets and dark bedposts.
Reid had taken them here, unknowingly, but he wasn’t surprised by it at all. And although Caleb was fighting and squirming beneath him, something inside gave him the strength to hold Golden Boy down. Their ebony eyes shone in the dark room, giving them superhuman sight to see in the blackness. Reid’s arms and legs were flexed tight, veins popping, skin covered in a layer of sweat. He glared down at his brother. Barely older than him, barely taller, barely stronger powers... He had no right to treat him like a child, and Reid was going to prove that tonight.
They didn’t know it, but the struggle for control lost them the evening hours. It truly was a battle of willpower. Exhausted, the strength they had used was nothing more than their draws on the magic. And although Reid didn’t realize it, Caleb was literally killing himself to stay alive against Reid’s attacks. Not that Caleb was innocent though-he continued to provoke the kid until he snapped, leaving their younger brothers to cry against the park tree in the cold night.
And now, Reid shuddered as he focused enough of the magic into disappearing their clothes. Using too much focus on holding Caleb, he only managed to destroy their clothing. Luckily enough, it was destroyed enough to fall off in shreds and drift in a non-existent breeze to the floor.
Reid’s dick was as hard and strained as his muscles were, and he pressed it against Caleb’s stomach. He felt Caleb’s identical situation against his inner thigh and tightened his already crushing grip on Caleb’s wrists.
There was something about the way Caleb was panting and baring his teeth like a rabid wolf that fueled Reid’s hunger. He could feel his blood pounding through his entire body, shaking his vision with every heartbeat. They were both sweating a storm and the room stunk of their true scents. But the power was turning them into animals and their bodies so wired that just the air was an aphrodisiac at this point. Breathing each others’ scents was frying them from under their skin. They were both feral and high on the humming energy of the room.
Reid’s teeth closed on Caleb’s shoulder, sinking until a pop released pressure on the skin and his mouth flooded with hot cooper. His tongue flicked over the broken skin in an effort to identify what he was tasting. The blood dripped from his lips when he sat back, looking into Caleb’s menacing face. He leaned down and crushed a kiss against the elder’s lips and Caleb sucked the blood away.
Language didn’t exist anymore for them. A desperate half-growl, half-moan tore from Reid’s throat as he lined himself up against Caleb’s entrance. Too exhausted to fight it, Caleb closed his eyes tight and sunk his short nails into whatever skin they could grab.
Then, Reid felt nothing.
His skin glowed silver like a ghost, his tangled, soaking hair sticking to his neck suddenly shifted in a mysterious breeze. He went rigid for a moment, mouth dropped in a silent scream. Caleb took a deep breath and gathered his strength. He flipped them in one move, nails still stuck in Reid’s arms, the kid still inside him, pressing against every secret place he had. His eyes rolled back in his head, but he forced his vision to pinpoint past the glittering on the edge of his sight. He rode Reid as the kid’s body flexed and relaxed in quick waves. Tears flooded from Reid’s eyes, spilling down his face, leaving tracks through the dirt and sweat. The ink from his tattoos hovered above his skin, like tiny drops, suspended in nothing. Reid was pressed down into the mattress so hard that there was bound to be a permanent indentation two feet deep. But most interestingly, his cock was fire-hot, like the rest of his body. Caleb could feel the throbbing inside him as waves of Power forced themselves into the blonde’s body, fusing with his heart.
It took every ounce of Power Caleb had control of, but he rode Reid for the full three minutes of his agony until the glow filled the room in an explosion.
Reid gasped like waking up from a nightmare. His eyes popped open, but before he could see anything, his body convulsed in a familiar release, but with an unknown intensity. His scream echoed through his ears before he realized he was screaming. He didn’t know who he was holding, but he felt thick heat dripping down his fingertips from his nails buried deep in flesh. His balls were tight against him, forcing out everything he held and his hips moved without his permission.
Reid’s vision blacked out and he felt reality slip away from him, but not without one last thought through his head. Strangely enough, it sounded like Caleb’s voice.
Happy Birthday, Reid.
Caleb shuddered as the searing heat shot from Reid into his body. He went over his own edge, finally allowing it. The minuscule amount of control he had was lost and he moved in a way he didn’t know possible. His body controlled itself, mind too spent to do a thing. He let his body explode, releasing himself, releasing all his thoughts he’d locked inside, releasing his grasp of the power.
He had no more than six seconds to collapse beside Reid. He felt old, worn, ragged. His body was in so much pain that he was numb. He saw nothing, he felt like a sack of sand. He took a deep breath and suddenly sparks filled his head. He smelled sex and Reid. The Power closed darkness over him and he thought only of his brother.
-
“It’s a miracle they’re not dead.”
“Or witchcraft.”
“... Damn.” A whispered curse. Footsteps echoed around the old brick.
“You sure they’re breathing?” A pause.
“Yes.”
“It’s like...” No words to describe the scene? “A torture chamber.”
“Worse, it’s a death ring.” More silence.
“Unnnggg...” Reid moaned, but his voice cracked. The footsteps came close.
“Hey, Reid.” The voice was gentle, worried.
“Mm-uh...” It had meant to come out as ‘Tyler?’
“Hey, shh. It’s alright. Just relax. We’ll take care of you.”
“Cay?” Pogue’s shaking voice. His voice only shook when he was scared. Really, truly scared. Another groan was the only reply. “We’re gonna get you guys out of here. Just relax.”
There was a strange feeling inside Reid. He felt like his body had filled with thick gel. It filled all the spaces in him. After a moment, it all was stretched tight, pulled on in every direction. It made him want to scream.
Tyler and Pogue called the Power to them, wincing because they were already fatigued from the constant pull last night. Their eyes went dark and the room shimmered as the spilled blood evaporated from the cracks in the bricks, the bed, the walls and the ceiling. Tyler had to look away when a drying red handprint wiggled free from the side of the bed and vanished. He didn’t want to know whose it had been.
The cracked and shattered bricks began stitching themselves back together and the cracked headboard jumped together with a loud SNAP. The torn sheets patched unevenly together, but there were so many rips, it was a miracle they still held.
“How we gonna get them out of here?” Tyler asked, and Reid felt him hovering beside him. Pogue was silent for a moment.
“Should we get help?” He finally asked.
“No,” Tyler said softly. “They were fighting to the death. Who’s gonna help?”
“Joseph, our parents?” Pogue suggested. Reid’s breath, what little he had, caught and he felt panic rise in his chest.
“No...” He groaned. He hadn’t seen his father in years, and he had the suspicion that Joseph was in it for more than an heir. He didn’t want to die yet.
“Alright, then. Brace yourself and concentrate. We’re taking them out.” Tyler’s voice was strong.
“Where?” Pogue asked.
“Cay’s.” He answered, and they said nothing else. A chill passed through the room and the tug on the power became so great that it pulled Reid and Caleb from consciousness once again.
-
Caleb cracked his eyes open and immediately shut them as blinding light poured in to burn his retinas. He groaned and pulled his arm over his eyes.
“Caleb! You’re awake!” Came an excited voice from somewhere beside him.
“Po?” He breathed, but didn’t try to look again. “What-?” He cut himself off, knowing Pogue would understand.
“You and blondie almost died.” His voice was not so excited anymore.
“You were white as a ghost when we found you.” Tyler’s voice drifted from the other side of him.
“A ghost dipped in red and purple paint.” Pogue muttered under his breath, and Caleb heard a smack as Tyler presumably hit him.
“How you feel?” Tyler asked carefully. Caleb had no energy to move at all.
“Hit by a truck.” He grunted. His heart jumped as he suddenly realized what the other two were on about. “Reid!” He dropped his arm and tried to sit up, light flooding back into his head. “Uhng...” He unsuccessfully fell back to the... pillow? His eyes adjusted slowly and painfully to see Pogue and Tyler hovering over him.
“You’re at your house. We put you guys in bed. You may as well have been hit by a truck by the way you looked.” Pogue’s usual lack of tact had Tyler shooting a warning look at him.
“We did the best we could, but you were hurt pretty bad.” Tyler said.
Caleb didn’t understand. All he knew was that Reid had Ascended last night. He had been there to be sure Reid didn’t kill himself... hadn’t he?
The boys could see he didn’t remember anything, so Tyler stepped back for Caleb to see behind him. Reid was laying on top of the blankets on a bed next to them. He was paler than usual, his blonde hair was tangled in knots like he’d lived in the wild for a month and his lips were a faint purple. He had no clothes on, just a small blanket covering his privates. Gashes covered his entire body, like he’d been crawling through barbed wire. It was clear that some were healed quickly in an attempt to stop bleeding. He knew the youngest two had tried to heal them as much as they could. Reid’s arms had large green and purple bruises around the wrists and upper arms. His knuckles were black and blue like he’d punched a wall repeatedly. His knees were scraped raw and bruises showed on his thighs as well.
But Reid’s face bothered Caleb the most. He had a fat lip, his nose was clearly broken, and most of the skin was bruised and cut. Teeth marks also made distinct circles on the boy’s neck and shoulders.
Caleb swallowed hard. He knew without looking that his body probably fared the same damage. He met eyes with Tyler, who tried to hide his worry.
“How bad am I?” He managed, not sure he wanted to hear. They were quiet for a moment before Pogue spoke up.
“Don’t try to move your leg,” He noted. Caleb thought to himself that he would not be moving anything, but wondered just how bad it was.
“We tried to close the wounds, but we’re not very good at healing other people. You might have some scars.” Tyler apologized.
“He’s alive, right?” Caleb asked, looking over at Reid again.
“You kept him from dying, Caleb.” Pogue said with all seriousness. “Whatever you did distracted him long enough for his body to take to the Power.” He swallowed audibly and Caleb knew that wasn’t all he was thinking. Tyler could see the look in Caleb’s swollen eyes and sighed.
“I think he tried to kill you, Cay.” The worry shone though his voice, no matter how he tried to disguise it.
“Not him.” Caleb forced out. “The Power.” There was silence for a second before Tyler finally understood.
“You knew.” His eyes lit up for a second with sudden understanding. Pogue still didn’t get it and looked confused. Tyler spoke as he pieced together last night. “He provoked you, but you provoked him. You wanted him to fight you.” Caleb gave a small, painful smile. Pogue suddenly got it.
“You wore him out so it would’t kill him.” He declared. “You let him fight you.” The long-haired boy looked over to Reid. “You’ve got William’s Power. You could have crushed him. You let him fight...”
“Don’t tell ‘im.” Caleb ordered softly as sleepiness wormed back into his head. "An' let 'im sleep. It's his Birthday." Caleb mumbled as the darkness took over him again.
- -
Hm. Another spontaneous one!
:)
-J X
Title: Happy Birthday Reid.
Fandom: The Covenant
Pairing: Caleb Danvers / Reid Garwin
Rating: M / R / FRAO
Kink: Domination/Control
Prompt: "I held you close as we both shook"-I'm not Okay lyrics
Warnings: Lang, dark, slash, ascension.
D/c: Not mine. Y'know.
Caleb was on his last nerve. Reid was about to Ascend and all month he’d been provoking Caleb, all week he’d been Using out of excitement, and all day he’d been doing it in plain sight just to piss Caleb off. His most recent activity had been calling on the Power to make his eyes flame for some kid at the park. As if that weren’t bad enough, he would call the Power and let it drop repeatedly. Why? Because Caleb was the most sensitive to the change and could feel the pull every time he did it. Every few minutes it seemed, Caleb felt his whole being shift within him. His mind became distracted and followed the stretch of the Power. His insides would jolt and a shiver would run up his spine.
Reid stood in front of an awe-stricken nine-year-old. He winked at the kid and turned to leave. He froze in his tracks when he saw dark eyes blazing through him from across the playground.
“Caleb,” Pogue threatened, calmly leaning against a tree. “Chill. We’re in public.” Tyler nodded and walked casually past their fuming golden boy. He headed toward Reid and the little boy staring at him like he were a god. Reid’s eyes had gone a fraction wider at the absolutely smoldering look from their leader. Tyler knew the only reason Caleb wasn’t at Reid’s throat was because Pogue was there, letting the Power slip soothing tones into his voice. He may appear casual, but this was serious.
Tyler walked with purpose and grabbed Reid’s wrist as he passed, dragging the blonde with him. Reid came without complaint. Tyler said nothing and let him go, knowing he was following. When they were out of Caleb’s line of sight, Reid smirked to himself.
“Reid,” Tyler sighed. “What are you doin’? Tomorrow’s your birthday and you need Caleb there when you Ascend. Why are you pissin’ him off?” He crossed his arms lightly across his chest and watched his brother. Reid shrugged and scuffed his shoes in the dirt.
“I don’t need him,” Reid said defiantly, but he didn’t sound too sure.
“Yes, you do. He’s the only one who understands Ascension. What are you gonna do if you can’t handle it?” Reid said nothing. “Please, Reid. For the love of god, just behave for one more day.” Reid rolled his eyes.
“Don’t lecture me, Baby Boy.” He grumbled. Tyler reached out and pulled Reid close by his arms.
“Please,” He pleaded softly, the desperation in his bright eyes capturing Reid’s attention. “I couldn’t stand to lose you.” Reid’s jaw went a little slack at the absolute fear in Tyler’s eyes. The kid didn’t wait for an answer though. He turned and headed back to his brothers, hoping, knowing, that Reid would follow.
Unfortunately though, even after being shaken by his brother’s comments, Reid couldn’t resist the temptation to bother Caleb. As soon as they got back, it appeared that Pogue had calmed Caleb enough to be civil, but Reid’s eyes flashed in an automatic response to his brother. Caleb flinched as he felt the shift in him, glare returning to fixate on the blonde.
Reid grinned, ignoring Tyler’s disappointed look and Pogue’s look of caution. The punk raised his eyebrows in a silent challenge to their leader and Caleb took the bait. The dark haired boy clenched his fists as his own eyes flashed.
“Guys,” Pogue hissed. He and Tyler made sure no one was around to see this.
“Whatcha gonna do, Leader?” Reid mocked, jumping lightly and hovering an inch above the grass. Although it was directed at Reid, all of the brothers heard Caleb’s nasty threats echo through their heads alongside Reid’s spoken comebacks.
Get the fuck down, Blondie.
“Oh yeah? Gonna make me?” Reid laughed.
I could boil your blood inside your body, cunt-sucker!
“Ooh, temper, temper.” Reid scolded with a grin.
I could make you suffer Ascension alone. Tyler inhaled sharply at this, but neither he nor Pogue dare get in the middle of the two eldest.
“Fine! You know I don’t need you.” He propelled himself a couple inches higher with a kick of his foot.
I swear to god, I will make you suffer, Garwin. Reid only smirked for a second.
“You wish. Wait till I get my share of the Power. Then you’ll know suffering.” Reid was changing. There was something about the Ascension that made people different. Reid was bitter. Not joking or excited, but downright power-hungry. He was almost like Chase right now, and it made everyone’s skin crawl. How would he handle it?
You don’t know suffering. There was an absolute hatred in Caleb’s thoughts that scared them all.
“Then teach me, oh wise one.” Reid’s voice had dropped low, the challenge clear. The brothers could feel the air as it began to heat around them. Reid wound his fingers in circles to create a pocket of burning air and casually flicked it toward Caleb. The elder caught it, feeding his own rage into the energy. The ball shifted into a new color and when he threw it back, it knocked Reid to the ground and pinned him there with transparent purple, wiggling bands of energy.
“LET ME UP!” Reid bellowed, suddenly unamused. Caleb strode the few feet to where he lay, grass burning up around him. Caleb kneeled beside the kid.
“Fuck you.” He growled. “You don’t know shit. That’s why I’m in charge. You listen to me, got it? You need me at your Ascension so you don’t screw up and kill yourself. That is, if I let you live.”
The youngest two were forced away from the others by an unseen barrier. They couldn’t hear what was being said and the air distorted around Caleb and Reid like a heat wave. They could both feel the Power inside them shifting as each of their brothers tried to pull more of it. Tyler leaned back against the tree, staring at the ground with silent tears running down his cheeks. Pogue sat at his feet, watching the distorted scene and trying to pick out features in the twisted mess of life in front of them.
Reid was sick of being treated like a kid. He felt the coming power and its promise gave him the strength to break through Caleb’s binds. He pounced on the older boy and the world shimmered away around them. When it cleared again, they were in silence, locked in the back room of the basement in the Danvers’ old colony house. There was no door, no windows. There was only a bed with black sheets and dark bedposts.
Reid had taken them here, unknowingly, but he wasn’t surprised by it at all. And although Caleb was fighting and squirming beneath him, something inside gave him the strength to hold Golden Boy down. Their ebony eyes shone in the dark room, giving them superhuman sight to see in the blackness. Reid’s arms and legs were flexed tight, veins popping, skin covered in a layer of sweat. He glared down at his brother. Barely older than him, barely taller, barely stronger powers... He had no right to treat him like a child, and Reid was going to prove that tonight.
They didn’t know it, but the struggle for control lost them the evening hours. It truly was a battle of willpower. Exhausted, the strength they had used was nothing more than their draws on the magic. And although Reid didn’t realize it, Caleb was literally killing himself to stay alive against Reid’s attacks. Not that Caleb was innocent though-he continued to provoke the kid until he snapped, leaving their younger brothers to cry against the park tree in the cold night.
And now, Reid shuddered as he focused enough of the magic into disappearing their clothes. Using too much focus on holding Caleb, he only managed to destroy their clothing. Luckily enough, it was destroyed enough to fall off in shreds and drift in a non-existent breeze to the floor.
Reid’s dick was as hard and strained as his muscles were, and he pressed it against Caleb’s stomach. He felt Caleb’s identical situation against his inner thigh and tightened his already crushing grip on Caleb’s wrists.
There was something about the way Caleb was panting and baring his teeth like a rabid wolf that fueled Reid’s hunger. He could feel his blood pounding through his entire body, shaking his vision with every heartbeat. They were both sweating a storm and the room stunk of their true scents. But the power was turning them into animals and their bodies so wired that just the air was an aphrodisiac at this point. Breathing each others’ scents was frying them from under their skin. They were both feral and high on the humming energy of the room.
Reid’s teeth closed on Caleb’s shoulder, sinking until a pop released pressure on the skin and his mouth flooded with hot cooper. His tongue flicked over the broken skin in an effort to identify what he was tasting. The blood dripped from his lips when he sat back, looking into Caleb’s menacing face. He leaned down and crushed a kiss against the elder’s lips and Caleb sucked the blood away.
Language didn’t exist anymore for them. A desperate half-growl, half-moan tore from Reid’s throat as he lined himself up against Caleb’s entrance. Too exhausted to fight it, Caleb closed his eyes tight and sunk his short nails into whatever skin they could grab.
Then, Reid felt nothing.
His skin glowed silver like a ghost, his tangled, soaking hair sticking to his neck suddenly shifted in a mysterious breeze. He went rigid for a moment, mouth dropped in a silent scream. Caleb took a deep breath and gathered his strength. He flipped them in one move, nails still stuck in Reid’s arms, the kid still inside him, pressing against every secret place he had. His eyes rolled back in his head, but he forced his vision to pinpoint past the glittering on the edge of his sight. He rode Reid as the kid’s body flexed and relaxed in quick waves. Tears flooded from Reid’s eyes, spilling down his face, leaving tracks through the dirt and sweat. The ink from his tattoos hovered above his skin, like tiny drops, suspended in nothing. Reid was pressed down into the mattress so hard that there was bound to be a permanent indentation two feet deep. But most interestingly, his cock was fire-hot, like the rest of his body. Caleb could feel the throbbing inside him as waves of Power forced themselves into the blonde’s body, fusing with his heart.
It took every ounce of Power Caleb had control of, but he rode Reid for the full three minutes of his agony until the glow filled the room in an explosion.
Reid gasped like waking up from a nightmare. His eyes popped open, but before he could see anything, his body convulsed in a familiar release, but with an unknown intensity. His scream echoed through his ears before he realized he was screaming. He didn’t know who he was holding, but he felt thick heat dripping down his fingertips from his nails buried deep in flesh. His balls were tight against him, forcing out everything he held and his hips moved without his permission.
Reid’s vision blacked out and he felt reality slip away from him, but not without one last thought through his head. Strangely enough, it sounded like Caleb’s voice.
Happy Birthday, Reid.
Caleb shuddered as the searing heat shot from Reid into his body. He went over his own edge, finally allowing it. The minuscule amount of control he had was lost and he moved in a way he didn’t know possible. His body controlled itself, mind too spent to do a thing. He let his body explode, releasing himself, releasing all his thoughts he’d locked inside, releasing his grasp of the power.
He had no more than six seconds to collapse beside Reid. He felt old, worn, ragged. His body was in so much pain that he was numb. He saw nothing, he felt like a sack of sand. He took a deep breath and suddenly sparks filled his head. He smelled sex and Reid. The Power closed darkness over him and he thought only of his brother.
-
“It’s a miracle they’re not dead.”
“Or witchcraft.”
“... Damn.” A whispered curse. Footsteps echoed around the old brick.
“You sure they’re breathing?” A pause.
“Yes.”
“It’s like...” No words to describe the scene? “A torture chamber.”
“Worse, it’s a death ring.” More silence.
“Unnnggg...” Reid moaned, but his voice cracked. The footsteps came close.
“Hey, Reid.” The voice was gentle, worried.
“Mm-uh...” It had meant to come out as ‘Tyler?’
“Hey, shh. It’s alright. Just relax. We’ll take care of you.”
“Cay?” Pogue’s shaking voice. His voice only shook when he was scared. Really, truly scared. Another groan was the only reply. “We’re gonna get you guys out of here. Just relax.”
There was a strange feeling inside Reid. He felt like his body had filled with thick gel. It filled all the spaces in him. After a moment, it all was stretched tight, pulled on in every direction. It made him want to scream.
Tyler and Pogue called the Power to them, wincing because they were already fatigued from the constant pull last night. Their eyes went dark and the room shimmered as the spilled blood evaporated from the cracks in the bricks, the bed, the walls and the ceiling. Tyler had to look away when a drying red handprint wiggled free from the side of the bed and vanished. He didn’t want to know whose it had been.
The cracked and shattered bricks began stitching themselves back together and the cracked headboard jumped together with a loud SNAP. The torn sheets patched unevenly together, but there were so many rips, it was a miracle they still held.
“How we gonna get them out of here?” Tyler asked, and Reid felt him hovering beside him. Pogue was silent for a moment.
“Should we get help?” He finally asked.
“No,” Tyler said softly. “They were fighting to the death. Who’s gonna help?”
“Joseph, our parents?” Pogue suggested. Reid’s breath, what little he had, caught and he felt panic rise in his chest.
“No...” He groaned. He hadn’t seen his father in years, and he had the suspicion that Joseph was in it for more than an heir. He didn’t want to die yet.
“Alright, then. Brace yourself and concentrate. We’re taking them out.” Tyler’s voice was strong.
“Where?” Pogue asked.
“Cay’s.” He answered, and they said nothing else. A chill passed through the room and the tug on the power became so great that it pulled Reid and Caleb from consciousness once again.
-
Caleb cracked his eyes open and immediately shut them as blinding light poured in to burn his retinas. He groaned and pulled his arm over his eyes.
“Caleb! You’re awake!” Came an excited voice from somewhere beside him.
“Po?” He breathed, but didn’t try to look again. “What-?” He cut himself off, knowing Pogue would understand.
“You and blondie almost died.” His voice was not so excited anymore.
“You were white as a ghost when we found you.” Tyler’s voice drifted from the other side of him.
“A ghost dipped in red and purple paint.” Pogue muttered under his breath, and Caleb heard a smack as Tyler presumably hit him.
“How you feel?” Tyler asked carefully. Caleb had no energy to move at all.
“Hit by a truck.” He grunted. His heart jumped as he suddenly realized what the other two were on about. “Reid!” He dropped his arm and tried to sit up, light flooding back into his head. “Uhng...” He unsuccessfully fell back to the... pillow? His eyes adjusted slowly and painfully to see Pogue and Tyler hovering over him.
“You’re at your house. We put you guys in bed. You may as well have been hit by a truck by the way you looked.” Pogue’s usual lack of tact had Tyler shooting a warning look at him.
“We did the best we could, but you were hurt pretty bad.” Tyler said.
Caleb didn’t understand. All he knew was that Reid had Ascended last night. He had been there to be sure Reid didn’t kill himself... hadn’t he?
The boys could see he didn’t remember anything, so Tyler stepped back for Caleb to see behind him. Reid was laying on top of the blankets on a bed next to them. He was paler than usual, his blonde hair was tangled in knots like he’d lived in the wild for a month and his lips were a faint purple. He had no clothes on, just a small blanket covering his privates. Gashes covered his entire body, like he’d been crawling through barbed wire. It was clear that some were healed quickly in an attempt to stop bleeding. He knew the youngest two had tried to heal them as much as they could. Reid’s arms had large green and purple bruises around the wrists and upper arms. His knuckles were black and blue like he’d punched a wall repeatedly. His knees were scraped raw and bruises showed on his thighs as well.
But Reid’s face bothered Caleb the most. He had a fat lip, his nose was clearly broken, and most of the skin was bruised and cut. Teeth marks also made distinct circles on the boy’s neck and shoulders.
Caleb swallowed hard. He knew without looking that his body probably fared the same damage. He met eyes with Tyler, who tried to hide his worry.
“How bad am I?” He managed, not sure he wanted to hear. They were quiet for a moment before Pogue spoke up.
“Don’t try to move your leg,” He noted. Caleb thought to himself that he would not be moving anything, but wondered just how bad it was.
“We tried to close the wounds, but we’re not very good at healing other people. You might have some scars.” Tyler apologized.
“He’s alive, right?” Caleb asked, looking over at Reid again.
“You kept him from dying, Caleb.” Pogue said with all seriousness. “Whatever you did distracted him long enough for his body to take to the Power.” He swallowed audibly and Caleb knew that wasn’t all he was thinking. Tyler could see the look in Caleb’s swollen eyes and sighed.
“I think he tried to kill you, Cay.” The worry shone though his voice, no matter how he tried to disguise it.
“Not him.” Caleb forced out. “The Power.” There was silence for a second before Tyler finally understood.
“You knew.” His eyes lit up for a second with sudden understanding. Pogue still didn’t get it and looked confused. Tyler spoke as he pieced together last night. “He provoked you, but you provoked him. You wanted him to fight you.” Caleb gave a small, painful smile. Pogue suddenly got it.
“You wore him out so it would’t kill him.” He declared. “You let him fight you.” The long-haired boy looked over to Reid. “You’ve got William’s Power. You could have crushed him. You let him fight...”
“Don’t tell ‘im.” Caleb ordered softly as sleepiness wormed back into his head. "An' let 'im sleep. It's his Birthday." Caleb mumbled as the darkness took over him again.
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Hm. Another spontaneous one!
:)
-J X