A night to remember with a friend you'd like to forget

[NICHOLAS BELLEFONTAINE]

Nicholas was a careful man. He needed to be in his line of work, and his life had prepared him to be just that; careful. Saying the wrong thing, being in the wrong place, doing something a moment too soon or a moment too late could affect the outcome. He prided himself on always being careful. If not his life could change in an instant. Hell, his life could end in an instant and he wasn’t interested in dying just yet. He always double and often triple checked everything when it came to work, but in his personal life.. well, he was still careful, overly so, but perhaps his guard was let down just a little too much sometimes.

Nick was enjoying his time with Eli. There was something about the man that kept Nick coming back for more, and for whatever reason Eli came crawling back time and time again. It was almost as if he thrived on the abuse offered him, and considering the line of work he was in, and his quaint little life, he probably did. Nick knew Eli was trying to figure him out, but the man never pried. In fact, Nick was certain Eli believed him on some level when he told him he’d never meet someone who loved him as much as Nick did, as if he were capable of that emotion, or any really. He had no qualms about telling the man how he needed him, how he helped him, how he loved him.. He’d even allowed Eli to call him his boyfriend. Honestly Nick didn’t care what the man referred to him as so long as there were no legal contracts binding them together. There was nothing tying him to Eli, so it made little difference in the end what he was being referred to as long as Eli obediently took his punishment for falling for someone so masochistic.

Nick very seldom brought his work home with him. If he did it was because he had no choice in the matter, and bringing evidence into his personal home was safer for him than getting rid of it sooner or leaving it in his car. He’d nearly been caught this time, and there was his own blood to deal with, a wound on his arm that he was having a difficult time getting to stop bleeding. He’d done a thorough job cleaning up after himself, but he was unable to clean himself up properly before getting home. If he wasn’t careful, things could get bad quickly. Naturally, Eli was coming over and before he’d had a chance to delay the man, he was knocking on his door. He’d spent too much time “working” and had become too cocky, a rooky mistake unlike himself. He shouldn’t have made plans with Eli at all, not knowing how long things would really take, but there he was, just barely cleaned up. Presentable, he’d told the other man to come in and get comfortable while he finished something up in the bedroom. Normally Eli stashed any evidence well. He had hidden places to put things, but for some reason he’d chosen to hide the canvas overnight bag in the closet in a far corner, tucked away. Eli wouldn’t go searching for it, so in the end he wasn’t concerned, and he doubted sincerely that anyone would be knocking on his door as a potential suspect within the next twelve hours. If anything, it would take two days at the least.

Nick was getting better at pretending to be affectionate, or so he thought. He nuzzled Eli and even reached for his hand when he thought to do so. He played his role well though he wasn’t certain that Eli bought it all of the time. His eyes lacked the sincerity that came with someone who meant it when they said kind things. Perhaps Eli didn’t notice, or assumed Nick was simply trying for his sake. He didn’t know what went through the therapists head, but in the end he didn’t care because Eli wouldn’t be allowed to leave him until Nick had his fill of him. Eli was easy company. He wasn’t overly attached, and he was mellow. There was no crying or pushing of guilt or the attempt to. He was convenient and attractive, a good combination. Plus, he still blushed.

Per the norm he chatted the other man for a while, feeding him glass after glass of wine before having his way with him. Nick always slept better after fucking Eli silly a few times, letting his tension out from a hard job, thinking about the dead look in his victims lifeless eyes.. It was a twisted turn on, and thought a part of him wanted to see that look on Eli’s face, he didn’t have it in him to take his life, even with how twisted he was. Eli was worth more alive than dead, at least for now. Besides, there would be too many arrows pointing in his direction since Eli was under the impression that Eli spoke to his sister about their relationship. The things he would do to Mary if given the chance.. Not because she was fuckable, which she was, but simply to mess with Eli.

He’d fallen asleep easily enough, cuddling with Eli until the other man fell asleep and then turning away, despising the feel of another person breathing on him as he slept. He wasn’t a fan of sharing his bed, but he and Eli had reached a point where he had no choice if he wanted things to continue as they were.

It was about three in the morning when his phone rang, pulling him from his sleep. He’d had it on vibrate, but the smallest noise could rouse him, a habit from childhood that had followed him. He grabbed the phone and knew who it was before answering. He answered without saying a word, sliding from the sheets to get to his feet.

“Well?” Nick turned and looked over at Eli before walking out of the bedroom. “It’s done.” He answer and he heard the snort from the other end. “I know it’s fucking done, how’d it go?” Nick paused a second, knowing it hadn’t gone as well as expected. “Might need some extra cleanup.” He offered, suddenly feeling tense and a little paranoid. “Why? What’d you do?” “There were some complications.” He hissed into the phone. “Answer the fucking question!” He felt the heat rise and burn his ears. “He was better prepared than expected and sliced my arm. Nothing big.” The accent was gone from his voice, not that Eli was listening to notice anyway. “Just some blood. I’ll go ba-“ “You fuckin’ serious? My ass is on the line with this one and you got cut!?” Nick grit his teeth and suddenly wanted to kill the man on the other end and was glad that several miles separated them. “I’ll finish it tomorrow.” “You’ll finish it fucking now!” “What’s gonna look more suspicious, huh? How about you let me do my fucking job, and you do yours.” There was a silence that told Nick that he’d pissed the other man off. “Get it done.” Was all that was said before the phone beeped in his ear telling him the conversation had ended and the caller hung up. Nick ran a hand down his face, suddenly not tired anymore. He considered going back to bed simply to use Eli until exhaustion hit again, but even the thought of fucking his personal met puppet didn’t seem appealing at the moment.

He could have fucked up big..

[ELI WESLEY]

Eli was falling hard for Nick, but he wasn’t sure that Nick felt the same. Yes, Nick said it plenty and often and Eli so wanted to believe him. But there was always an air of superficiality in Nick’s crooning, raspy assurances. Something in his elusive smile and cold eyes that kept the emotion from really ringing true…It was Eli’s job to read people and he was good at it after so many years working with reluctant young people. What he read from Nick came off as a sweet lie. That didn’t stop Eli from coming back, though. If anything it encouraged him to try harder, try to develop the feelings behind Nick’s words. The harder he tried, the more Nick would come to truly love him. So he made them dinner and talked about his day, as much as he could say, anyway. He asked Nick about his and gently pried for little bits of Nick’s heart—his past, his favorites, his hates, the people he’d known; anything that would give him a clue to his boyfriend’s soul. There was so little Nick divulged, but Eli felt he was making progress. Every day Nick gave Eli a little piece of himself, and Eli was thrilled by every bit, no matter how small. It was these small, fleeting triumphs that brought Eli to Nick’s door time and time again.

But while his growing dependency on Nick was fueled mostly by affection, the sex was no small factor. Eli found himself ashamed of how he melted under Nick’s abuse. How many young women had he advised to stay away from relationships like this? Surely over two handfuls of young college girls came to him with stories of abuse. Their boyfriends berated them, degraded them and forced them to do things they would never, ever do. Those girls would cry in a chair or couch across from him while Eli had to rebuild their self-esteem from the ground up, assuring them that they deserved so much more than those men were giving them. What a hypocrite he was now. God, he even craved Nick’s harsh hand, his words stinging Eli nearly to tears with their hard truth. He would do better, he would be stronger, just so he could prove Nick wrong and impress his distant lover. One day maybe Nick wouldn’t need to say those awful things to him if he could change himself enough. He so desperately wanted to be the kind of man that Nick could adore unconditionally. How could Nick’s words be abuse? They were true statements—that’s what made them hurt so much. Nick was just pointing out all of Eli’s flaws that could be improved. Well…that’s what he told himself, anyway. It was much easier than admitting that he was a hypocritical psychologist. He couldn’t even admit that to his sister and he told her a lot. Not everything, of course. Mary despised Nick enough for what little Eli had shared with her about the darker side of their relationship. Eli didn’t want to make it worse. He still had hope that maybe Nick would stay around long enough to build his own relationship with Eli’s family.

That night wasn’t anything out of the norm for them. Eli had shared a few glasses of wine with Nick before the other man had taken him to bed. It had taken some time, but Eli was finally allowed to be in Nick’s bed and stay the night. That bed was in complete disarray when Eli had finally fallen asleep in Nick’s arms. Most nights he fell asleep like that now, cuddled up to Nick. It was one of the things that convinced Eli Nick really felt something for him. He was certain not many had been given such an opportunity by Nick in the past—Eli had to be special, right? So he fell asleep assured of Nick’s feelings for him even knowing he wouldn’t wake up that way.

Waking up came a lot sooner than he expected. In the distance between the real world and dreams, Eli heard the buzz of vibration on a hard surface. The other side of the bed sunk and then sprang up once more. Slowly coming out of his fog, he knew that Nick had gotten up and wandered from the room. Blinking in the darkness, Eli glanced at the clock. It was the middle of the night. Who was calling Nick? He could hear the muffled, deep voice, only picking up a word here and there as he tried to slip back into sleep. Wait, did he hear the word “blood”? His brow furrowed and he was suddenly tuning in more carefully to what Nick said. “What’s..look…suspicious, huh? How about…do my fucking job…do yours.” The harsh growl in Nick’s voice paired with the lack of Cajan drawl had Eli wide-awake. What was going on? What job was Nick talking about? The oil business shouldn’t end up in blood…he must have heard that wrong. But there was a twisting in his gut and it gnawed at him. He was so elusive when it came to his job…could Nick…? No. People like that didn’t exist. There weren’t actually men who made a living off hurting people. That was for gangs and the mob and as far as Eli knew, there was no such thing in Scriptor Bay…right?

No, he didn’t want to think about that possibility. It was ridiculous. Eli made a show like he was just rousing out of sleep, rubbing his face slowly in the pillow beneath him. He reached out to Nick’s side of the bed like he expected him to be there. Only when his hand slid over lukewarm sheets did he raise his head slowly and look to the doorway. Nick was hovering there like he wasn’t sure that he wanted to come back to bed. Eli rested his tousled head back on the pillow, his sleepy green eyes gazing through the darkness at Nick. It was impossible to read his face in the dim light. “Everything okay, baby?” he asked. His voice was slightly croaky with sleep, which worked better in his favor to prove he’d just woken up. Rolling onto his back, his nakedness was covered only by the thin sheet draped up to his stomach. Perhaps he could entice Nick to come back to bed and erase the memory of his strange midnight call. Come morning, maybe Eli would be able to brush it away as an odd waking dream.

[NICHOLAS BELLEFONTAINE]

The sound of the sheets rustling pulled Nick back to the present, his ears forever tuned into small noises that easily slipped past others. His pale eyes zoned in on the taller man laying in his bed, Eli's hand searching for him, a move that would have pulled Nick from the deepest slumber. He hated when Eli woke up by touching him.. or when he simply rolled over. The man's head lifted, his face groggy. Nick could just barely make out his features in the dim light of his cold home. “Everything okay, baby?” There was something sexy in the way Eli spoke, his voice deep and gentle at the same time, shy, kind and controlled, even in the middle of the night. His voice, though probably soothing to others, did absolutely nothing for Nick, who had a fire raging in his belly that would simply never be put out. Nick was angry and bitter which was unfortunate for Eli, who would remain Nick's emotional, and partially physical punching bag, until further notice.

"Nevuh you mind." He purred into the night, making his way to the bed. Nick laid back down and Eli was quick to move into him, becoming affectionate during a time when Nick wanted nothing more than to brood on his own. It was Eli's sweet ignorance that made him hard, that bitterness swelling into a raging fire until he didn't feel like himself anymore. The gentle stroking to Eli's back quickly became rough groping touches until he had the man on his belly, pressing him roughly into the mattress before having his way with him, using the other man's body to help dissolve some of the fury he was feeling at fucking up the job earlier.

It was a hard workout, one he needed to calm himself down, but once he'd finished and haphazardly cleaned Eli using the clothes that Eli had come to his home dressed in, he hunkered down and fell back to sleep with ease. He didn't even know if Eli finished or not, and honestly didn't care. He whispered his sweet nothings to the man before passing back out, telling him how desperately he needed him, how he loved only him, how he better not leave him.. and Nick knew Eli wouldn't. He'd stay put. He loved the abuse, he was happy with it, happy to be manhandled and used like he was.

Nick woke up far too early, looking Eli over as he lay still in the bed for a while. Part of him wanted to shove his cock down the sleeping man's throat, pounding until he filled his belly with the contents of his morning wood, but he stopped himself. He'd used Eli enough last night and he really just wanted to shower and have a cup of coffee before figuring out how to fix the situation he'd created. Last thing he needed was a conviction. He slipped from the sheets and made his way into the bathroom, still naked from his middle of the night romp. Maybe he'd cook Eli breakfast, fuck him more gently after, or maybe even give him a little head. Whatever the boy needed to think Nick was remorseful for his rough treatment.

[ELI WESLEY]

“Nevuh you mind.” Nick’s soft, raspy purr did little to ease Eli’s doubts. He could hear the hard note of ice in his lover’s voice and Eli knew there was something dark afoot. Nick climbed back into bed and Eli reached out to him, quickly finding his lover’s hard shoulders and sliding his hands across them. Their mouths connected in the darkness and Eli let out a soft sigh through his nose. What started off as a gentle, soothing kiss escalated in record time to heavy petting and tongues fighting insistently. Eli gasped as he was flipped onto his belly, Nick’s weight pressing him into the mattress with the Cajun’s deep-seeded need to dominate the taller man. The fucking that followed was bereft with now commonplace brutality. It was obvious that the louder Eli cried out, the rougher Nick became. He hated how much he loved it.

When they were done, Eli covered with sweet and semen, Nick cleaned him up as he always did. The standard sweet nothings were crooned into his ear until Eli believed them. He couldn’t leave—Nick needed him, loved him. Where else would he find a man that would love him so much? But he knew that if Nick could see the tears streaking Eli’s cheeks, they would only serve to infuriate him more. Eli burned to know where all of Nick’s rage originated. He suspected it had something to do with his father, the elusive entity that Nick rarely spoke of. Surely it must have started there. Suspicions of this man and his relationship with Nick kept Eli from falling asleep long after Nick’s breathing had slowed and deepened. It was a good thing he didn’t have to work in the morning.

Perhaps it was his exhaustion that kept him from waking as soon as Nick left the bed. Eli was usually pretty easy to wake, but this morning it was different. It wasn’t until he heard the shower running that he finally roused from his slumber. The dream he woke from was confusing, filled with the sound of Mary’s crying and pleading. He couldn’t remember what she was pleading for, though. Disturbed and disheveled, Eli slid out of bed naked and chilled. He pulled his boxers on and started to do the same with his pants, but the large, crusted cum stain on them stopped him and he wrinkled his nose. It was a good thing he kept a spare pair of jeans and a t-shirt in Nick’s closet just for occasions like this. Nick often cleaned him up after sex with Eli’s own clothes—it was just practical to keep a spare set around.

Shuffling into the closet, Eli yawned and scratched his head. He might need a nap at some point just to reset his rest cycle. Last night’s midnight romp hadn’t done him any favors. That’s when he remembered waking up to Nick’s strange call. He froze with one foot over the threshold of the closet, simply remembering. Nick had talked about blood…and a job…he had been so angry, the accent slipped from his voice. Eli wondered now if he had misheard the conversation. A sickening feeling in his stomach told him he hadn’t. Finally making his way fully into the closet, he was thinking about the conversation he’d overheard as he searched for the spare clothes he kept. Where had Nick put them again? They were in a plastic bag to distinguish them as Eli’s—as if Nick even wore t-shirts. He saw a bag near the door and swooped down on it immediately.

It wasn’t his bag. Inside were rich clothes stained deep red. They were stained with blood. They were Nick’s clothes. There was so much blood. Eli stared at the clothes in horror, his hands beginning to shake. Why were Nick’s clothes so bloody? The shower turned off and it took Eli a moment to realize that the sound of running water had stopped. When he did, he immediately pulled the bag closed again and dropped it to the floor, his eyes darting desperately around the closet for his bag. The adrenaline pumping through him must have heightened his vision too because his eyes immediately landed on another plastic bag of clothes. Eli could barely manage to open the bag his hands were shaking so much. Yes! These were his. He took a deep breath to calm himself. He needed to leave. Now. But how? Making his way out of the closet, he stopped dead when he emerged. There was Nick in nothing more than a towel giving him a dark look. Eli held up the bag with his standard, nervous half-smile. “Morning, baby. Just needed my spare set of clothes.” Tilting his head to the side, his brow furrowed slightly. “You okay?” He was acting like his life depended on it…because it might.

[NICHOLAS BELLEFONTAINE]

Eli was the least of Nick's worries as he showered, scrubbing the loofah over his body vigorously. He didn't bother scrubbing so hard when Eli was with him, but alone he liked to scour his flesh, especially after a job. He never felt completely clean, even when his skin was raw and red. He had never felt completely clean though, even as a boy. As a boy, though, he rarely was. Nick had always been caked in dirt, and usually blood and semen. When he did get bathed, it was never alone and wash time was more time for torture. As an adult he liked taking scalding hot showers, liked the feel of being scrubbed raw, until his flesh was tender. He lathered himself in expensive lotions afterward, enjoying the smell of himself and trying to get comfortable in his own skin. How he hated showers when he'd been taken by the state.. he remembered it hurt since he wasn't use to being rained on like that, but he got used to it quickly, and liked the way the dirt washed right down the drain instead of pooling around his body, infusing his pores with the filth he was attempting to wash away.

When he was satisfied, Nick shut the shower and stood there for a moment. He ran his hands through his hair, pushing the beads of water away and then stroked his skin to further rid himself of the excess water. He grabbed the towel on the rack and slipped it around his waist before stepping out onto the plush rug, drying his feet before moving to the mirror. Nick reached out and wiped a window in the steamed glass so he could see his face. He ran his fingers through his dark locks again and stared into his reflection until the steam fogged the mirror once more, blocking him from viewing his own face. He left the bathroom and immediately his eyes fell on the empty bed, and then to the pile of clothes. It was unlike Eli to walk around naked in his home, though he liked the idea of it. Easy access. Nick felt his skin prickle before he even saw Eli exit the closet, his pale eyes turning dark and stormy as he turned to the open doorway, knowing full well the young man was inside. He could hear the gentle rustle of a bag and his heart hammered, blood pumping through him and causing his adrenaline to rise. This was it for poor Eli.. this was how things would end for him. He felt disappointment alongside the rage that built up. He didn't want to lose his favorite toy.. not yet! Why did Eli have to be so god damned nosy? Why couldn't he leave well enough alone? Did he really have no idea what he was dealing with?

Eli seemed startled by his presence and offered that crooked little smile he always gave, holding up a bag. His hands slowly closed into fists, though no other part of him moved, readying himself for the inevitable. “Morning, baby. Just needed my spare set of clothes.” Spare clothes? That's right.. spare clothes. It took a moment for the pieces to fit together in his mind; he'd wiped himself clean on Eli's shirt, which he was wan to do, and Eli was fetching his spare clothes since Nick's just didn't fit him properly. Eli tilted his head in the cute way he always did, like a stupid dog who had no idea it was in the presence of a ruthless predator. “You okay?” Nick faltered a moment, his fists unclenching as they mostly relaxed at his side. "Of course, baby." He purred back, forcing that little smile he always plastered on for Eli. "Wouldn' wantcha walkin' 'round in th'buff now would we?" He threw a little wink at the boy before turning and heading towards his dresser to pull out some boxers. Though Eli was acting as though nothing was wrong, part of him felt uneasy with him having snooped without his being there. Just because he was acting fine, did not mean he hadn't seen anything and Nick knew he'd have to be extra cautious, watching for any signs that Eli might know. It might be time to stage some sort of accident for his friend.. surely he could pull some favors from somewhere if he needed to.

Nick dressed quietly, putting on boxers and a shirt for now. He knew he'd be changing completely again before going out, knowing full well he'd be using his "boyfriends" body at some point that morning, possibly more than once, and there was an equally good chance blood could be shed, though he didn't want that. He'd be a suspect for sure with the way he blabbered on to his sister. Surely she knew more about him than she should.. Perhaps Mary would meet the same demise.. Nick didn't want to think about this. He didn't necessarily enjoy thinking about killing his pet, not in the way he was considering it. He wanted to do it perversely, but all fingers would point to him if he could do it in the way he'd want. No, it would need to be done right, if at all.

"Coffee?" He drawled once they were dressed and heading out of the bedroom. Eli agreed to a cup and Nick flipped his keurig on, hearing the water pump through the filter and purr to life as the water began to boil. He grabbed Eli's hips from behind and pulled his body close to his, his long digits digging into the other man's flesh. "How long ya'll gonna grace me with yer presence t'day?" He asked, nuzzling his nose into the other man's neck, smelling his sweet musk. Eli always smelled of a mix of cologne and sex; a tempting combination. "I was hopin' tuh make up for th'way I treated yah last night. I was maybe rougher than necessary, hmm?" He nipped gently at Eli's ear, the Keurig spitting coffee out into a cup behind them. "How can I make it up t'yah?" He listened carefully for the words Eli used, looking for any hints that maybe he might know, that Eli had seen what he shouldn't have.

[ELI WESLEY]

Eli watched with relief as Nick’s tension began to melt away. “Of course, baby.” Thank God Eli was convincing. He knew he needed to calm down internally, though. That was the only way he was going to truly convince the ever-observant Nick. “Wouldn’ wantcha walkin’ ‘round in th’ buff now would we?” Eli gave a grin at Nick’s wink, stepping out further into the bedroom to pull out his jeans. For now, he needed to erase the bloody clothes from his mind. His heart was racing too much. What if Nick noticed? The man had eyes like a hawk. As he slipped his jeans up his long legs, Eli forced his heart to slow, his muscles to relax. Any sign that he was rattled needed to disappear fast. But there had been so much blood…

The taller man left his shirt off, deciding boxers and jeans were enough for now. He didn’t want to make it obvious that he didn’t want to hang around anymore. No, on the weekends he would normally stay as long as he could. Could he come up with an excuse to leave? No…he had already told Nick he had no plans for today. For now he would simply have to stick it out until Nick inevitably needed to go do something. Eli was distracted by these thoughts as the two men dressed in silence. “Coffee?” His green eyes looked to his dashing boyfriend in the doorway and he gave a pleased half smile. “Sure,” he agreed before following Nick out of the bedroom. Maybe it wasn’t blood. Maybe it just looked like blood. Who would put fake blood on expensive clothes, though? Nick wasn’t one to jump in and save a dying person or animal, either. Shaking his head, Eli forced the what if’s from his mind. Nick would sense his pensiveness and be curious.

Once in the kitchen, Eli turned to the cabinet he knew had the mugs in it. He pulled two down, listening to the Keurig purring to life. As he was shutting the cabinet, however, rough hands were grabbing his hips from behind and tugging him back. Eli’s heart leapt into his throat as Nick pressed the taller man’s back against his front. “How long ya’ll gonna grace me with yer presence t’day?” The veins in his neck must have been throbbing as Nick’s nose nuzzled into his neck. “As long as you want me here,” he replied softly, his deep voice bordering on sultry even as he wished he could bolt out right now. Or did he want to leave? It was so hard to deny Nick when he was so close like this. The throbbing in his chest was no longer from pure fear. Lust was awakening in him again and he silently cursed his libido. “I was hopin’ tuh make up for th’ way I treated yah last night. I was maybe rougher than necessary, hmm?” He was always rougher than necessary. But then Eli always enjoyed it, no matter how much humiliation tainted his thrill. When Nick nipped his ear lobe, Eli’s eyes sank shut and he felt his groin twitch. Damn it… “How can I make it up t’yah?” Just let me go…he thought. But a baser need was dulling his reluctance by the second.

Eli turned his head to the side slightly, his right hand covering Nick’s on his right hip, slowly threading his fingers in with the longer ones of his boyfriend. For once Nick was encouraging him to express what he wanted. Well, sexually anyway. “You could help me with the situation you caused.” With his hand wrapped over Nick’s, he guided his boyfriend’s hand to his crotch, letting him grope his half hard package through his jeans. The fingers tracing the line of his growing predicament sent shivers up Eli’s spine before he turned in Nick’s arms. His nose brushed against Nick’s as he gazed into his lover’s piercing blue eyes. “Maybe you could use that lovely mouth of yours.” He gave a shy yet flirtatious grin as his lips brushed over Nick’s. This was his addiction. Now he feared it would be the end of him.

[NICHOLAS BELLEFONTAINE]

Eli's hand came to the hand that he had pressed to his hip, threading their fingers while his head turned to the side to attempt to look at him over his shoulder. “You could help me with the situation you caused.” It wasn't like Eli to be so bold, and nearly all fear that he had of the other man seeing something he shouldn't have in his closet dissipated as Eli guided his hand to his crotch. Nick could feel how excited Eli had become by his gesture. Surely he wasn't a good enough actor to put on a show like this, and had he seen the clothes he would definitely need to put on a show. It was convincing, that was for sure. Nick squeezed the hardening prick encased in denim before letting his fingers stroke the lump instead, tracing the outline of it, a sigh of enjoyment slipping from Eli's lips as their noses brushed. “Maybe you could use that lovely mouth of yours.” Eli suggested boldly before brushing his lips against Nick's, not kissing him, but almost teasing him. He looked into his toy's eyes a moment bringing his hand up to the other man's jaw, pushing his face more towards his as he kissed him hard on the lips, using his other hand to spin the man around so their bodies would be facing one another. His free hand then went to Eli's pants, undoing them before slipping his hand inside. He gripped the other mans member, squeezing it a little too firmly, waiting until Eli moaned his discomfort before silencing him again with a harder kiss, using his free hand to keep Eli's face close. "Someone's bein' awfully bold this mornin'." He all but cooed into Eli's mouth before pulling away completely, turning away from the other man and leaving him there while he went to the fridge. He rooted around for a moment before coming back with a zucchini. "Ya'll want head?" He asked, his voice bordering on teasing, "Shove this up yer ass an' sit on th'countuh." There was a devilish look in his eyes that told Eli he was dead serious, and the look Eli gave him in return told Nick that the other man knew he meant it, and that it wasn't really up for discussion.

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Nick peeled the zucchini before shredding it up while Eli cleaned himself up in the bathroom. He didn't care that the vegetable had been in Eli's ass, he'd ingested far worse in his lifetime and intended on serving it with breakfast for them both. Besides, a sick part of him was turned on knowing the vegetable had defiled his "boyfriend". Nick was squeezing the liquid from the shredded zucchini by the time Eli reemerged from the bathroom, cleaned up since Nick made him shoot his load all over his own chest. Plus he was greasy from the zucchini. He threw the green veggies into a saute pan with a little olive oil, the same he used on Eli not ten minutes ago, and began dicing the onion and pepper. "Whisk up some eggs." He ordered softly as he used the knife to dice the onion.

"I'll need ya'll tuh clear on out by noon. I've got an appointment." He informed Eli after a few moments of silence while Eli cracked the eggs in the bowl. "If ya'll want I can stop on by latuh, but that's not necessary. We can always do dinnuh durin' th'week." He turned to look at Eli, stirring the zucchini in the pan before adding the other vegetables. "'Sup to you."

[ELI WESLEY]

Eli knew he would later be utterly disturbed at his burning desire for a man with blood-soaked clothing in his closet. But now as Nick grabbed his jaw roughly and mashed their mouths together in a hard kiss, Eli didn’t care about all of that. His pants began to feel tight, even more so as Nick’s hand fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans. Eli’s face was held firmly to Nick’s, apparently denied the chance to move away. He didn’t want to move away, though—not when Nick’s sneaky hand was slithering into his pants. Those long fingers took hold of Eli’s cock firmly. Slowly they began to squeeze until Eli emitted a pained moan. Finally Nick’s fingers relaxed, his mouth pulling back ever-so slightly. “Someone’s bein’ awfully bold this mornin’.” Eli couldn’t be suspicious when he was acting neither scared nor like himself. Nick appeared intrigued until he turned away to go towards the fridge. Disappointment began to well in Eli’s gut until Nick straightened again and produced a zucchini. Eli had a strange feeling about that vegetable, eyeing it suspiciously as Nick made his way back over. “Y’all want head? Shove this up yer ass an’ sit on th’countuh.” Eli gulped, his eyes trailing to the zucchini once more. As long as he didn’t have to eat it after…

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Eli was still breathless as he cleaned his cum off his chest and the grease from his butt. Nick sure knew how to use his mouth, even if he didn’t do it often. Chills shot through Eli just remembering how well Nick went down on him. He hadn’t shot a load like that in a little while. When he made his way back to the kitchen, he noticed how shaky he felt. Seeing Nick shredding zucchini and heating a pan with the same olive oil he’d used to grease up the zucchini in his butt, Eli felt somewhat repulsed and definitely confused. Was that zucchini…? “Whisk up some eggs.” Blinking, Eli nodded before jumping into action. He found the eggs on the counter beside a bowl with a whisk lying beside it and he set to work. It was strange cooking right next to the same edge of counter that his bare, fucked ass was just on.

“I’ll need y’all tuh clear on out by noon. I’ve got an appointment.” Eli’s ears immediately pricked, but he didn’t show any outward signs of sudden interest—he simply nodded. “If y’all want I can stop by latuh, but that’s not necessary. We can always do dinnuh durin’ th’week.” Nick stirred the zucchini in the pan before adding more vegetables, drawing Eli’s curious eye towards it. “’Sup to you.” Eli blinked, his green eyes meeting Nick’s baby blues again while a crooked smile curled his lips. “You know I’m always happy to see you. Why don’t you see how your appointment goes and then you can text me and let me know if you’ll be coming by or not?” It was a fair suggestion, one that Nick agreed to. With the ensuing silence, Eli took a moment to concern the zucchini again and he finally pointed at the pan. “Is that the same zucchini that was just in my butt?” There a highly suspicious and borderline panicked note to his voice as he asked the question, ready to laugh it off if Nick said no. If Nick said yes, he didn’t know how he would tell him there was no way he could eat that.

[NICHOLAS BELLEFONTAINE]

“You know I’m always happy to see you. Why don’t you see how your appointment goes and then you can text me and let me know if you’ll be coming by or not?” Nick considered it a moment before turning away. "Perhaps I'll do jus' that." He was still feeling slightly on edge, his mind wandering to Eli in his closet. He needed to get rid of that evidence and quickly. The last thing he needed was for Eli to stumble across it. Nick was pretty sure the man hadn't seen it, but he couldn't be a hundred percent. “Is that the same zucchini that was just in my butt?” Something about the way Eli said that irked him slightly, but amused him at the same time. It was exhilarating to Nick to feed the other man the toll he'd used to sodomize him moments before, but quite obviously Eli didn't find this as amusing, or appealing from the sound of it. "Don' be ridiculous." He practically scoffed as if the thought was preposterous, but not really offering a straight answer. Eli left it at that and Nick allowed him to think whatever he would think. At least he'd peeled it first.

They spoke a little during breakfast, Nick listening and watching Eli for any hint that he may be uncomfortable, being maybe a little more standoffish than he already was as he watched the other man eat. Eli didn't seem enthusiastic about the frittata they'd made, but Nick assumed that had more to do with the fact the other man was concerned about the zucchini than anything else. They drank their coffee and ate, and when they were finished Eli helped clean up. Before leaving, Eli got dressed and Nick supervised, following him into the bedroom and watching, waiting for the other man to finish dressing before pushing him to the bed and holding him down. He loved how easy it was to exert physical power over the other man, and how much Eli seemed to thrill by it. His mouth came to the other mans scruffy throat, nipping at it and offering sucking kisses until he could feel the bulge growing in Eli's pants.

"B'fore ya'll go home, I wantcha tuh stop at th'market an' find the longest, fattest vegtuhble ya'll can. I expect yah tuh fuck yerself silly with it until I have uh chance tuh do that for yah. I'll know if yah don' do what I tell yah too, so you'd be wise tuh follow my direction." He kissed Eli's lips before getting off. "Go on, I'll text yah latuh."

[ELI WESLEY]

“Don’ be ridiculous.” Somehow that statement wasn’t comforting. Eli continued to eye Nick suspiciously, but the other man didn’t say anymore to reassure Eli that he wasn’t about to eat ass zucchini. It was definitely something Nick would do—make him unknowingly eat dirty vegetables. Really dirty vegetables…The only comfort was that the zucchini was at least peeled. Even so, Eli was suddenly not feeling too hungry. He would eat because Nick would be upset if he didn’t, but he would avoid the zucchini if possible. At least he knew better than to continue questioning Nick about it. When they sat down to eat, they said little, but that was standard between them. It was a pleasant breakfast any way, even if Eli spent most of it questioning the cleanliness of his frittata. Maybe Nick’s eyes stayed on him more than usual, but Eli knew he was still trying to figure out if the therapist had seen anything in the closet. The flash of clothes stained dark red shot through Eli’s mind, but he kept a stoic face and tried to take a few more bites. It was all going to come up when he made it home. He knew that much. But he had to push that from his mind until he left. He couldn’t let Nick know what he knew.

When they finished eating, Eli helped clean up and then went into the bedroom to finish dressing. Nick followed him in and Eli treated it like any other Saturday morning routine. With his shirt pulled over his head and his shoes on his feet, Eli turned towards Nick only to be pushed back onto the bed. Still surprised, his green eyes were wide as his lover’s body covered him, those strong hands holding his wrists down into the mattress. A chill of fear crept down his spine, sure that Nick knew what he’d seen. But as the other man’s lips buried in his neck, his teeth scraping the skin on occasion as his mouth sucked gently. Eli couldn’t help melting beneath Nick’s affections, the bulge in his jeans growing once more. Was Nick going to pull him in for another round? Could Eli hold off his thoughts for that long? With a distraction like Nick, he probably could… "B'fore ya'll go home, I wantcha tuh stop at th'market an' find the longest, fattest vegtuhble ya'll can. I expect yah tuh fuck yerself silly with it until I have uh chance tuh do that for yah. I'll know if yah don' do what I tell yah too, so you'd be wise tuh follow my direction." Eli flushed, gulping hard at the order he’d been given. Now he had a dirty homework assignment. At least he didn’t have to eat this vegetable—and if Nick was going to use it for a repeat performance of what he’d done this morning, Eli could be okay with that. Nick kissed his lips and Eli returned the small token of affection by leaning up into it. Too soon his boyfriend’s weight came off him and Eli gave a sigh as he sat up. “Go on, I’ll text yah latuh.” He got to his feet with a sweet, lopsided smile, stepping in close to Nick. “I look forward to it.” Their lips met again, this time in a kiss initiated by Eli.

The drive home was silent and tense as Eli replayed the events of the morning over and over in his mind. True horror began to slip through his veins as he finally let himself comprehend what he had witnessed. He was safe to do so as long as Nick wasn’t around. The moment he was in his apartment, he ran to the bathroom and puked up his entire breakfast. He was in love with a murderer. There was no other explanation for that amount of blood on his clothes. He tried to formulate excuses for Nick in his mind, he’d been trying to do that all morning, but none of them made sense with the conversation he’d overheard. Not to mention Nick had always been incredibly secretive and guarded. It made sense for him to be a killer, even a killer for hire. Jesus, how did people like that still exist? It was so surreal that a man like that would even be in Scriptor Bay, nevertheless his bed. Eli had no idea what to do. How could he stay with a man like that? How could he get away? He already knew Nick wouldn’t let him go. It occurred to Eli once more than his life could be at stake. Nick could kill him if he tried to leave. But Nick was the kind of man that would get bored easily—Eli knew that much. He had been frightened he wouldn’t be interesting enough to keep Nick around in the first place. Perhaps Nick would get bored of him and leave. Eli could play into that. If he continued on the path he was on, Nick would go his separate way eventually. Or would he? Nick said he loved him…Eli even believed that at times. If he really loved him…would he stay? Could Eli stay with him? He didn’t have much of a choice…It was stay and pretend like nothing happened or leave and risk his life explaining why. Eli didn’t have the courage for that. He would stay and hopefully not continue to fall in love with the man. That would be an even greater challenge.

Come Monday, Eli was back in his office and changing the password on his computer. He was resolved to find answers on the mysterious man he let into his bed. There had to be a reason Nick was in the business he was in. He knew he needed to be careful and make sure his boyfriend never found out he had been digging. Searching the internet, he found several counties in Louisiana that laid claim to some part of the bayou. Parishes, they called them. He looked for any record of the name Bellefontaine on the county websites and found that it was more popular than he’d anticipated. One of the names he found was that of a preacher and when he Googled the man, he found a photo. It was old, but Nick definitely could have been a relative. It turned out the preacher had a compound out in the bayou. There wasn’t much information, but he did stumble across a story about child abuse at the compound. None of the children were named in the article, obviously not something that would be released to the media, but some of the things that were described...it made Eli sick to read them. The abuse happened many years ago and Eli calculated Nick would have been around the children’s age at that time. Supposedly the abuse stopped, but the compound was also shut off to outsiders these days. Could this compound be a clue to Nick’s past? Could he be related to the pastor now hiding away in his bayou hell hole? Eli didn’t know how he would find out without asking Nick directly. Perhaps he would call them. Or perhaps he would call the county health department and see what limited records they might have. Either way, Eli needed to know more, and he needed to find his answers in absolute secrecy.

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