The hallways buzzed with tension, voices low but sharp, like knives being sharpened in the shadows. Groups of students clustered near lockers, their usual idle gossip replaced with hushed speculation. Lucas stood at his own locker, his movements unhurried, his expression unreadable.
"Did you hear about the stadium?" a girl near him whispered, her voice quivering with nervous excitement.
"They found blood everywhere," her friend replied, clutching her notebook tightly to her chest. "Not just blood. Animal parts, too. Like... organs. It's like something out of a horror movie."
"Who even does something like that?" another girl chimed in, her disgust poorly masking the fascination in her tone. "It's so sick."
Lucas fought the urge to laugh, biting the inside of his cheek instead. Their dramatics were almost theatrical. He leaned against the locker, angling himself slightly to hear better, though he barely needed to try. The hysteria was growing louder by the second.
"It's probably those goth freaks in the art hall," a stubby boy muttered, slinging his backpack over one shoulder. "Always drawing creepy shit, like skulls and devils and stuff."
That made Lucas smirk. "Really? That's where their minds go?" he thought. He could picture the handful of alt kids they were talking about, sullen and hunched over their sketchbooks in the farthest corner of the school. If those kids so much as picked up a piece of chalk, the administration probably thought it was satanic graffiti.
"Yeah, right," Lucas muttered to himself under his breath, his smirk widening. As if those kids had the stomach for anything like this.
"You think they'd really go that far?" another girl asked, her eyes wide with morbid curiosity.
"Why not?" the stubby boy shot back, warming to his theory. "Have you seen what they wear? They probably sacrifice goats in their basements or something. Maybe this is, like, the next level."
"You're so stupid, Jack," someone else interjected with a scoff. "Not everyone wearing black is plotting murders. Honestly, it could be anyone. Probably some nutjob from outside town."
"Or maybe it's the football team," another boy joked, leaning against a locker with a smirk. "You know how they've been sucking lately? Blood sacrifice to win state."
This time, Lucas did laugh softly to himself, shaking his head. The absurdity of their guesses was almost entertaining. They were throwing theories around like darts, hoping one would stick. None of them even grazed the truth.
The laughter was short-lived, though.
"That's not funny, Jared," a girl snapped. Her tone was sharp, her face pale. "Whoever did this isn't just some idiot pulling a prank. If they're willing to do that to animals, what's stopping them from going after people?"
The tension in the group thickened, the girl's words hanging in the air like a cold mist. Lucas caught a glimpse of genuine fear in her eyes, and for a moment, he felt the smallest flicker of pity. It was fleeting.
"Jesus, calm down," a tall, broad-shouldered boy interjected, rolling his eyes. "You're all being dramatic. It's just some dumb prank that got out of hand."
"But—"
"But nothing," he snapped. "People are bored. Bored people do stupid shit. End of story."
Lucas watched them disperse, the tall boy's irritation silencing any further speculation. Lucas knew the truth would never cross their minds, and even if it did, they wouldn't have the guts to say it out loud.
As he turned back to his locker, he caught a pair of students glancing his way. Two girls, their eyes darting between him and each other. The brief flicker of curiosity in their gazes was followed by a swift, almost imperceptible glance away when their eyes met his.
Lucas smiled, leaning casually against his locker. He gave a lazy finger wave in their direction, a simple, casual gesture—nothing special. But for some reason, it made them blush, their cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as they quickly turned their heads, murmuring to each other.
Lucas couldn't help but find it amusing.
"Found you."
The voice, low and mocking, cut through the silence, sending a brief shiver down Lucas's spine. He turned slowly to find Kane standing just behind him, his smirk sharp and knowing, like he had some private joke that Lucas wasn't quite in on. The hallway was sparse, a few lingering students on either end, but it felt like they were alone in the world. The dim fluorescent lights above flickered, adding to the tension in the air, making it feel almost too quiet for the type of exchange they were about to have.
"Did you hear?" Kane asked, his voice laced with sarcasm. His eyes gleamed, watching Lucas with an almost predatory hunger. "The chaos is beautiful, isn't it?"
Lucas gave a half-hearted nod, the corners of his lips curving just slightly. "Yeah, I heard. It's pretty wild."
His voice was flat, indifferent, but his mind was already elsewhere—back at the stadium, the blood, the wreckage.
Kane's hand found Lucas's waist then, possessive and bold. The warmth of his touch made Lucas's skin prickle uncomfortably, but he didn't flinch. He didn't feel anything, really—not for Kane, not for the touch. It was all just a game, and Lucas had long ago stopped caring about the rules. Kane leaned in close, his breath hot against Lucas's ear as he whispered, "Come on. There's more to see."
Lucas stiffened at the closeness, the weight of Kane's presence hovering too near. The possessiveness in Kane's touch made his heart race, but it wasn't excitement that bubbled in his chest—it was a mix of irritation and the kind of discomfort that only came from being trapped in a game you didn't choose to play.
"I'll pass," Lucas murmured, his tone dismissive, but Kane wasn't letting go.
Kane's voice softened, dripping with false sincerity. "Hey, I'm sorry about last night. Passing out on you at Misfit... Misfit dropped you home and I wasn't exactly a great host."
Lucas didn't even blink. "It doesn't matter," he replied, uncaring. "It's no big deal."
The truth was, he wasn't bothered. Kane's lapse of control meant nothing to him. If anything, it only proved that Kane had his limits, that he could be weak, vulnerable—and that was something Lucas couldn't afford to care about.
Kane's face tightened, but he quickly masked it with a forced chuckle. "I won't let it happen again," he said, voice almost pleading. "Promise."
Lucas didn't respond, merely looking down the hallway, where a few students passed by, not sparing them a second glance. The distance between them seemed to grow wider, but Kane didn't seem to notice, or maybe he just didn't care. He leaned in again, his breath too close for comfort, but Lucas was already tuning him out. What did it matter?
"Does it matter?" Lucas finally said, his voice indifferent as his eyes flicked back to Kane's. "You'll do what you want anyway."
Kane's eyes darkened for a moment, but it was only a flash before the mask slipped back into place. He chuckled, his voice a little too tight. "You're impossible."
But Lucas barely registered the words. He had already moved past the conversation, his mind settling back into that space where he felt nothing. Kane's smile faltered slightly, but Lucas didn't notice or care. He turned away, pushing through the sparse crowd of students, and in the space of a breath, he was already out of reach.
As they rounded the corner together Kane right on his heels,they immediately caught sight of a group of boys huddled around Jade and Sophia by the lockers. The air was thick with that unmistakable mix of high school bravado and tension. Jade stood with an almost bored expression, her arms casually folded across her chest, while Sophia kept her gaze down, letting her beauty do all the talking. The boys, though, seemed unable to focus on anything but her.
"Man, you know Sophia's gotta be easy," one of them muttered to his buddy, leaning in too close. "I saw her eyeing me last week."
Another boy snickered. "She's so hot, man, but I bet she's just like the rest. A quick fuck, and done."
Sophia didn't react—she rarely did—but Jade's lip curled into something like a smile, only more dangerous. "Keep talking," she said, her voice as cool as her demeanor. "You might want to be careful about what you're saying."
"Don't be a bitch," one of the boys sneered, reaching out toward Jade's arm as if to tug her into his circle.
Before he could touch her, Jade slapped his wrist,his eyes widened with shock. "Try me," she said, her voice cold as ice.
The group paused for a moment, the boys unsure of how to respond. But one of them—taller, cockier—stepped forward, a smirk on his face.
"Relax," he sneered, "It's just a joke."
Jade rolled her eyes and stepped back, her body language dismissive, but her gaze hard.
Rick, suddenly emerged from whatever dark corner moving to stand a few paces behind the group, but Lucas couldn't ignore the sheer presence of him. The guy looked like he belonged in the teacher's lounge, not trailing behind teenagers. At six feet tall, with shoulders that practically screamed, I lift weights for fun, Rick moved with a kind of quiet confidence that made Lucas instinctively uncomfortable.
The thought of them ever getting into a fight made Lucas almost snort. If that day ever came, Lucas knew he'd have to bring a gun. And not just any gun—a big one. Maybe two. Because no way in hell was he going to win with just fists. He could already picture the pathetic scene: Rick standing there unfazed, while Lucas was left scrambling, looking for something sharp or explosive.
One of the boys who immediately noticed Rick ,tried to mask his unease, jabbing a finger at Rick with a shaky bravado. "Hey tough guy!You think you're some kind big deal. What are you going to do?You're just with these girls 'cause you can't get a real woman." His voice wavered slightly, betraying the intimidation he was trying to hide behind incoherent insults.
Rick's lips twitched, his expression unreadable for a moment. "You really don't want to go there," he warned, his deep voice gravelly.
But the boy wasn't backing down, his bravado only growing with Rick's calm response. "She's just passed goods, man," he laughed, gesturing to Jade. "No need to fight over her. I mean, hell, she's already been with half the guys in school."
Jade's eyes narrowed, but she didn't say anything. It wasn't her battle to fight. She shot a look at Sophia, who didn't even flinch, and both of them stepped aside, knowing what was coming.
Rick, however, took one heavy step forward. His body language shifted, the tension radiating from him like a warning.
"Shut your mouth," Rick growled. His voice was low, filled with a dangerous calm that made the boys hesitate.
One of the others, trying to be the hero, stepped in front of Rick. "What's your problem? You think we're scared of you?" he asked, his voice high, a false bravado hanging in the air.
Rick didn't answer. He just threw the first punch.
The hallway was suddenly alive with the noise of flesh slamming into flesh. Rick's fist connected with the boy's face with a sickening crunch, and the boy staggered back, hitting the lockers with a metallic clang. Rick moved with a terrifying speed for someone his size, his strength unmatched.
Leo, who had likely heard the commotion from a distance, suddenly appeared, leaving Lucas to wonder where he had come from—and if he and Rick came as some kind of package deal since he never seemed to see one without the other. Now standing off to the side, Leo chuckled loudly. "That's what I'm talking about, Rick!" he shouted, clearly enjoying the spectacle far more than anyone should. "Teach 'em a lesson!"
The rest of the boys tried to rush Rick, but he barely moved, using his size and strength to bulldoze through them. He knocked one back with a brutal shove, sending the boy crashing into another, and then dropped another with a series of fast punches to the ribs.
The boys' mockery faded as they scrambled to get away, realizing they were in way over their heads.
Rick stood over the last of the group, his fists still clenched, but his anger had already cooled. He wiped his hands on his jeans, the brief violence over as quickly as it had started.
Leo was still grinning, almost like he'd won a prize. "Damn, Rick, you're too much, man," he said, his voice ringing with admiration. "You see that?" He pointed to the mess of bruised, bleeding boys now sprawled on the floor. "What'd I tell ya?"
Rick glanced over at Jade and Sophia, both standing in the background, untouched and unaffected by the chaos that had unfolded before them. "You good?" he asked, his voice still deep but softer now.
Sophia gave a slight nod, not a word escaping her lips. Jade, however, shot Rick a small smirk, clearly satisfied. "You did well," she said with a small nod, her tone acknowledging the fight in her own way.
The remaining boys groaned in the background, too ashamed to even look up. As they backed away, Leo shrugged and said, "Come on, guys, let's get outta here before they start crying."
Rick didn't look back, his focus on the locker as he walked away, leaving the mess behind him. Leo followed with a laugh, as if the entire thing had been a small joke.
Lucas hadn't noticed Kane watching until the grip on his waist tightened, pulling him in closer.
"You're enjoying this," Kane murmured, a teasing edge to his voice.
Lucas grinned, the excitement sparking in his eyes. His breath was uneven, but he didn't try to hide it. "You think I'm not?" His voice was low, dangerous. "This is what it's all about."
Kane's gaze flicked over him, catching the way Lucas's body tensed, the way his eyes stayed fixed on the fight. "You really live for this, huh?"
Lucas's grin widened, almost feral. "Who wouldn't? It's real. Nothing else comes close."
Kane studied him for a moment, like he was trying to decide if he should be impressed or cautious. His hand brushed the back of Lucas's, sending a chill through him. "You're not even trying to hide it. I like that."
Lucas didn't look away. His pulse was racing, the buzz of adrenaline making everything sharper. "Why should I?" he said, his voice thick with hunger. "I'm not here for anything else. This? This is everything."
Kane took a step closer, his chest almost brushing Lucas's, his lips brushing just above his ear. "You'd burn it all down for this, wouldn't you?"
Lucas's eyes flickered with something dangerous, a rush of something darker. "If it meant keeping it going? Hell, I'd light the match myself."
Kane chuckled softly, his fingers tightening around Lucas's waist. "You're crazy," he said, low and amused, but there was something else in his voice. Something darker.
Lucas's grin didn't falter. "Maybe. But at least I'm real." His voice dropped, more intense now. "You get it, don't you? This is who I am. And you? You're the only one who understands."
Kane's eyes flashed with something sharp—recognition, amusement, maybe even a little bit of admiration. He didn't pull away, didn't break the tension between them. Instead, he closed the space between them, his voice a whisper against Lucas's ear. "You don't play nice. But you don't have to. I get it."
Lucas's breath caught. There was no need for words now. The air around them was thick with something dangerous, something only the two of them could see.
"Let's get out of here," Kane murmured, his hand brushing against Lucas's chest, urging him forward.
Lucas didn't hesitate. He followed Kane, his pulse still pounding, the promise of something darker hanging between them.
When the door closed behind them, Kane turned to him, his eyes never leaving Lucas's. "You didn't disappoint," he said, his voice rough with approval. "You've got fire."
Lucas nodded, too wound up to say anything. His body felt on fire, the tension between them only growing stronger. He wanted more, wanted everything Kane was offering. His lips parted slightly, his breathing quick and shallow as his heart raced. The mix of excitement, anticipation, and the wild hormones of a teenager made it all feel too much to handle.
Kane's hand shifted, sliding from Lucas's waist to the small of his back, pulling him even closer until their bodies were pressed against each other. Lucas could feel the heat of Kane's body, his heart thudding even harder as he felt the undeniable pressure of Kane's form against him.
Kane's gaze dropped for a moment, taking in the way Lucas's body tensed, the way his lips parted just enough to betray how badly he wanted this.
Lucas's eyes flickered down, noticing the way Kane's body reacted, the bulge in his pants growing more obvious. That sight sent a wave of excitement crashing over him. He didn't hesitate. His hand moved before he could think it through, sliding down Kane's stomach, feeling the warmth of his skin, the tension building as his fingers brushed closer to where Kane's body was demanding more.
Kane let out a sharp breath, his eyes darkening with desire. "Shit, Lucas..." he muttered, his grip on Lucas tightening as he leaned in, their lips just a breath apart.
Lucas could feel the tension in his own body, the rush of adrenaline still pumping through him, mixing with his hormones, fueling everything. He looked up at Kane, his lips slightly parted, a teasing smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. "What now?" he whispered, his voice a mix of challenge and anticipation.
Kane's eyes darkened further, and without a word, he pulled Lucas into a kiss, a kiss that was all heat and want, their bodies moving together in that familiar push and pull of raw desire.
Without hesitation, Kane lifted Lucas, effortlessly positioning him against the teacher's desk. The cold surface pressed against Lucas's back, but the rush of adrenaline drowned out the discomfort. Lucas's legs instinctively wrapped around Kane's waist as they came closer, the proximity making it harder to think clearly. Kane's lips brushed against Lucas's ear, his breath hot and sending shivers down his spine. "I've wanted this," Kane murmured, the words almost lost in the weight of the moment. "I've wanted you from the second I saw you. You're... different."
Lucas's mind raced, the tension between them too electric to ignore. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a breathless, impatient moan. "Stop talking," he whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of excitement and frustration. His hands found their way to Kane's chest, pulling him in closer, urging the moment to escalate.
The connection between them was undeniable, and despite the rising chaos in Lucas's chest, a part of him wanted to push further, to see how far this could go. His touch on Kane was deliberate, seeking out the answers his body had been craving since their first interaction. Kane's reaction was instant—his grip tightening, his body pressing harder against Lucas as he seemed to lose himself in the urgency of the moment.
The tension in the room escalated, but as their breaths became heavier and their touches more desperate, the sharp sound of a knock echoed through the space. Both froze, the illusion of control slipping away. A voice came from the other side of the door, stern and insistent. "Is anyone in there?"
The moment shattered, the world outside their little bubble suddenly rushing back to reality. Kane paused, his face a mix of frustration and amusement as he glanced at Lucas.
Kane pulled away reluctantly, his breath ragged, eyes dark and filled with an emotion Lucas could only describe as dangerous. He looked at Lucas, his jaw tight, the weight of their unspoken tension hanging in the air. "We'll continue this later," Kane murmured harshly, stepping back.
Kane's eyes locked onto his. "Meet me after school. There's more we need to discuss."
Lucas nodded, the anticipation already building. "Where?"
"The rooftop," Kane said with a smirk. "Don't be late."
Lucas, still reeling from the intensity, nodded, but there was no steadiness in him. His chest heaved, a wild, manic energy thrumming beneath his skin. His mind was buzzing, disconnected from reality. He didn't care about the consequences. All he could think about was the rush, the thrill, the power. He wasn't even sure what he was doing anymore—he just wanted more.
Kane swung the door open roughly, and a short, stern-faced teacher stood there, arms crossed. The teacher's face faltered for a moment at the sight of them, but before he could react, Kane brushed past him with cold indifference, sending the smaller man stumbling. Lucas couldn't help but grin at the scene. He followed Kane out of the room, his mind racing, a bubbling sense of madness rising within him.
The teacher stood frozen in the doorway, clearly too shocked to do anything. But Lucas, still grinning like a madman, glanced back as they moved down the hallway, a wicked gleam in his blue eyes.
He reached the next class, and Lucas slid into his seat just as the bell rang.
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The final bell rang, but Lucas barely noticed. His heart pounded, adrenaline already coursing through him as he headed toward the rooftop. Today ,was supposed to be just him and Kane—no distractions, no one else. But when he stepped through the door, the scene before him made his blood run cold.
Kane stood with a bloodied hand at his side, his usual calm demeanor twisted into something darker, more dangerous. Around him, the others—Mark, Leo, Rick—circled a boy, a kid barely older than them, who was trembling in fear. Blood dripped from his nose, his clothes were ragged, and his face was a mask of panic. His wide eyes locked onto Lucas as soon as he entered, a spark of desperate hope flickering there.
"Please," the boy croaked, voice shaking, "help me. Please…"
The others barely noticed. Sophia and Jade stood off to the side, absorbed in their phones. Jade chewed on a piece of gum, the loud smacking noise filling the otherwise tense silence. She didn't even glance up as the kid pleaded for his life. The whole situation was a game to them.
Lucas couldn't look away from the boy. His heart raced as the blood pooled beneath him, and that familiar hunger gnawed at him. His lips curled into a twisted grin, but his gaze stayed locked on the kid, whose hope was fading with every passing second.
Kane noticed Lucas's arrival and grinned, sharp and predatory. "Ah, Lucas. You're just in time."
The boy's eyes darted between them, still pleading, but the panic in his expression deepened. Kane took a step forward, eyes darkening as he loomed over the boy.
"This one thought he could spread lies, stir up trouble, and get away with it." Kane's voice was low, filled with venom. "He thought he could ruin us."
The boy's face paled even more. "I—I wasn't gonna say anything, I swear! I wasn't—"
Kane's eyes flicked toward Lucas, a sharp challenge in his gaze. He let out a low chuckle, the sound dark and mocking. "Oh, we can't have that, can we?" His voice was smooth, dripping with sarcasm. "This kid's saying he saw us that night—the one when those idiots decorated the stadium. He's trying to pin it on us, claims he saw us heading to the school that day while he was walking home."
The boy flinched at the mention of the prank, his chest heaving with fear. "I—I won't say anything! I swear I won't—please, please don't—"
Kane stepped closer, his bloodied hand held out as if showing it off. His eyes never left Lucas's. "You hear that, Lucas? He was going to talk. He was going to ruin everything for us?"
The others were still hanging back, watching quietly, the tension thick in the air. Jade chewed her gum louder, oblivious to the boy's frantic pleas. Lucas's heart thudded in his chest as he took a step forward. His mind swirled with the boy's desperate cry for help, but the thrill of seeing the fear, the blood, it was almost too much to resist.
The boy's eyes locked on Lucas once more, hoping beyond reason that he might be the one to pull him from the nightmare. But Lucas knew better. He wasn't here to save anyone. He was here to watch it all burn.
Kane turned to Lucas, his gaze burning with intensity. "Lucas, come here."
Lucas froze, a pang of hesitation gnawing at him. His feet felt heavy, like they were rooted to the ground, but the air around him pulsed with the kind of tension he couldn't ignore. Every step toward Kane felt charged, like the world was holding its breath. The others were quiet, but Lucas knew it was Kane's gaze that mattered, Kane's approval that mattered. Kane wanted him to share in the violence, to be a part of the cruelty, to step into the darkness together.
And yet, as Lucas took another step, he felt something cold and unfamiliar twist inside him. It was a small thing, almost a whisper of doubt. He glanced down at the boy, whose terrified eyes were locked onto his. There was that desperate hope still flickering in them, a hope that Lucas could save him. But Lucas knew better.
If he did this, if he crossed this line, there would be no turning back.
The boy's chest heaved with shallow breaths, his body trembling as he clung to the last shred of hope. He was slightly older than Lucas but this was a person, a real human being, someone who felt pain, someone who feared death just like he did. The weight of that realization pushed down on him. But then, Kane spoke again, and the words cut through Lucas's internal conflict like a blade.
"Teach him a lesson," Kane instructed, his voice steady, commanding, dark.
Lucas's heart hammered in his chest as he looked down at the boy, still clinging to that impossible hope. His wide, pleading eyes locked onto Lucas's, and something inside him snapped.
"Rick," Kane called out, his voice sharp, "Mark—hold him down."
Without warning, Lucas raised his fist. The boy flinched, mouth opening in a silent scream, but there was no saving him. Lucas let the punch land hard. The boy's body jerked back from the force, the crack of impact sharp in the silence. The force vibrated through Lucas's bones, and for a brief, sickening moment, he felt alive. It was intoxicating, like the punch had cracked something open inside him, releasing all the rage, the hunger, the chaos he'd tried to bury. And he wanted more.
The boy crumpled to the ground, gasping for air, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Lucas watched as his legs gave out, as he slumped into a pathetic heap. He barely registered the command from Kane, but it didn't matter. The next blow was inevitable.
"Again," Kane growled, his voice low and satisfied.
And this time, Lucas didn't hesitate. He raised his fist again, stronger, more brutal, landing the next punch with more force, making sure it hurt. The boy let out a strangled cry, his body jerking as the force knocked him back to the ground. The sounds of his gasps for air only seemed to fuel the hunger building inside Lucas. The sick thrill flooded him, and he felt powerful, invincible. His muscles screamed for more, and he gave it.
With each blow, the power surged inside him. Each cry, each groan of pain, fed the hunger he couldn't ignore. And he didn't want to. The boy's resistance was crumbling, and Lucas couldn't stop himself. He didn't want to.
This... this was everything.
The boy's whimpering didn't faze him anymore. Lucas's breath came faster as the bloodied figure at his feet seemed to fade into nothing.
From the corner of his vision, he saw Kane smirking, eyes locked on Lucas as the others shifted in place, bored and indifferent to the bloodshed.
Lucas didn't look up. His eyes were fixed on the broken boy at his feet, feeling the power surge through him as Mark and Rick grabbed the boy, forcing him into place, the sounds of their grip punctuating the silence. Leo pulled out his phone, snapping pictures of the scene like it was just another day.
The boy's last weak sob reached Lucas's ears, and he didn't care. His body buzzed with a sick, twisted satisfaction. He couldn't stop now, even if he wanted to.
Kane appeared behind Lucas, his presence a heavy shadow pressing against his back. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. Lucas froze for a split second before he felt the familiar warmth of Kane's body against his.
"Enough," Kane's voice was soft but firm, his breath warm against Lucas's ear. "You've had your fun."
Lucas's fists were still clenched, and he stared down at the boy, still writhing on the ground, gasping for breath. There was more to be had. He could break him more. Hurt him more. The urge was intoxicating, building like a tide inside him. Lucas inhaled sharply, wanting to give in, wanting to feel the rush again, the raw, undeniable power of destruction.
But Kane's arms tightened around him, pulling him back, and the grip was like a chain—secure, unyielding. "That's enough," Kane repeated, his tone darker now, almost affectionate in its possessiveness. "You'll hurt yourself if you don't stop."
Lucas's body tensed as the words hit him, but wanted to push back. He was just getting started, and the high wasn't over. His pulse was still racing, his heart still thundering in his chest, and the blood on his hands felt like the best kind of release. He couldn't stop now.
But then Kane's voice came again, low and warning. "I told you to fucking stop"
The words cut through him like a knife.
Reluctantly, Lucas stopped, the hunger fading just enough for him to register the others around him. Rick and Mark, sensing the end of it, released the boy, who immediately curled up on the ground, gasping for air, his body trembling with fear.
Kane released Lucas then, his grip loosening, but his presence still loomed over him like a shadow. He gave the boy one last glance, his eyes cold and calculating. "Get out of here," he ordered, voice flat, and the boy scrambled to his feet, stumbling away, leaving nothing behind but a trail of blood and desperation.
Lucas stood still, the blood on his hands drying, his body humming with a sick satisfaction. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to silence the empty space inside him. He wanted more, craved more, but Kane's voice brought him back to the moment.
"Let's go," Kane said, his voice smooth now, as if the violence they'd just shared was nothing more than an afterthought.
Lucas didn't respond right away, his mind still lost in the high of what had just happened. Slowly, he turned to Kane, feeling the heaviness of his presence behind him.
"Where?" Lucas asked, his voice almost normal, like nothing had just happened. It felt odd, like he was pretending to be someone else, someone who hadn't just shattered a person in the most violent way imaginable. But that's what Kane wanted. That's what they were together.
Kane smiled, his expression softening in that way it always did when he was in control. He leaned in, his breath brushing Lucas's ear. "It's a secret."
The words made something stir inside Lucas, something deeper than just curiosity. A spark of something—dangerous, thrilling. Kane had that way of making the unknown seem like the most exciting thing in the world, even when Lucas wasn't sure what it was they were heading toward.
As Kane led him downstairs, Lucas let his mind wander, the adrenaline beginning to wear off. His body felt heavy, but his mind was still racing. What had they just done? What kind of person did that make him? He didn't know, and he wasn't sure he wanted to. All he knew was that Kane had promised him something, and as long as Kane was by his side, giving him such a high every time he was more than okay.
Kane's gaze softened as he looked at Lucas. "Let's get out of here," he murmured, his voice low. "I want to show you something."
Intrigued, Lucas followed Kane to his car, and they drove through the darkening streets in silence. The tension between them hung in the air, charged but unspoken. There was something thrilling about being with Kane, moving through the shadows, both of them on the edge of something dangerous and exciting.
They arrived at an old, abandoned building on the outskirts of town. The place was run-down, with broken windows and graffiti-covered walls, but there was a mysterious aura about it. Kane led Lucas inside, navigating the dark hallways with the familiarity of someone who had been there many times before.
Inside, the building was just as decayed as the outside, but Kane moved with purpose. He led Lucas to a large, open room, once a gymnasium, now a makeshift sanctuary with old couches, a table, and a few scattered items suggesting it had been used for gatherings. The place had the vibe of a hidden world, a spot untouched by the outside.
"This is our place," Kane said with a note of pride in his voice. "We come here when we need to escape. It's where we can just be ourselves, away from everything."
Lucas surveyed the space, the remnants of past nights hanging in the air—the empty cans, cigarette butts, and the graffiti that spoke of wild times and shared secrets.
Kane gestured for Lucas to sit on one of the couches. "We've been coming here for years," he continued. "It's where we relax and where we talk about the things that matter. Now, it's your place too."
Lucas sank into the couch, the events of the day beginning to settle. It felt strange, almost surreal, to be here with Kane, in this hidden corner of the world, but there was an odd sense of comfort in it too.
The silence stretched between them for a moment, then Lucas leaned into Kane's touch, his gaze heavy with something new—desire and an undercurrent of something darker. His eyes, usually sharp and guarded, now held an intensity that pulled Kane in, a seductive fire that seemed to burn beneath the surface. "I want that," Lucas whispered, his voice laced with a quiet urgency. "I want to be strong, like you."
Kane's smile widened, a predatory gleam flashing in his eyes. But beneath that, there was tenderness, an unexpected softness in the way he looked at Lucas. "Good," he murmured. "Then let me show you."
He pulled Lucas closer, their bodies pressing together in a fluid motion. Lucas, lithe and agile, seemed to mold into Kane's more muscular frame. His pale skin gleamed faintly in the dim light, every curve and angle on display as he moved, an entrancing mix of power and seduction.
Kane's grip on Lucas tightened, possessive and commanding, before he kissed him—fierce and hungry, a raw, desperate connection that neither of them seemed willing to back down from. The kiss deepened, the struggle for dominance waging silently between them, neither willing to give up control or lose it. Lucas responded with equal fervor, hands sliding into Kane's hair, feeling the power of the moment sweep them both away.
Lucas felt the pull of the moment, a rush of adrenaline surging through him as he leaned into the heat of Kane's presence. The tension between them crackled, thick with unspoken intent. Every inch felt charged with that dangerous undercurrent they both understood without needing words.
Kane's grip on his waist tightened, sharp and possessive, and Lucas could feel the steady heat of him—could feel the way Kane's eyes tracked every motion, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The intensity in Kane's gaze matched the fire building inside him, an unspoken acknowledgment of their game.
"You're enjoying this," Kane's voice was low, dark, the words more of an observation than a question.
Lucas met his stare, the corners of his mouth curling in a slight, almost predatory smile. "What do you think?" His voice was thick with the excitement, a controlled burn. He didn't need to say more—his body already spoke for him.
As the kiss deepened, becoming a battle for dominance that neither seemed eager to win or lose, Lucas felt a surge of boldness. He shifted, his body moving fluidly as he straddled Kane's lap. With deliberate slowness, Lucas began to grind down against Kane, his hips rocking in a seductive rhythm sending waves of electric pleasure through both of them.
Kane's breath hitched, his grip on Lucas's waist tightening as he looked up into Lucas's eyes, filled with a complex mix of lust, pride, and dark anticipation. Lucas's lips were soft but insistent, his tongue dancing with Kane's in a tantalizing rhythm. His body pressed closer, his fingers trailing down Kane's neck and shoulders with a touch that was both tender and electric.
With a newfound boldness, Lucas's hands moved to the waistband of Kane's pants. He looked into Kane's eyes, seeking and finding permission in the dark depths. His fingers deftly unbuttoned and unzipped, his movements slow and deliberate, heightening the anticipation. As he pulled Kane's pants down, he felt the heat radiating from Kane's body.
Lucas's hand found its way to Kane's arousal, feeling the firmness and the heat of it. Kane's breath hitched again, his eyes darkening with lust and approval. Lucas's touch was both tentative and deliberate, exploring with a mix of curiosity and boldness.
Kane's hands moved to Lucas's hips, pulling him even closer. Their breaths mingled in the cool evening air, and the intensity of the moment seemed to pulse around them, binding them even tighter together.
"You're learning quickly," Kane murmured, his voice thick with desire. "And you're enjoying it, aren't you?"
Lucas nodded, unable to speak, his hand still exploring. The raw, unrestrained intimacy of the moment fed his growing appetite for control and dominance, and he could see the same hunger reflected in Kane's eyes.
With a soft, almost inaudible sigh, Lucas pulled back and slowly slid off Kane's lap. Kane's eyes followed him, watching with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. Lucas's movements were sensual ,filled with a newfound confidence as he knelt between Kane's legs.
For a moment, Lucas hesitated, his gaze flicking up to meet Kane's. Kane's eyes were dark with desire, his breath coming in shallow, rapid bursts.
Tentatively, Lucas leaned forward, his breath warm against Kane's skin. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do. With a mix of curiosity and determination, Lucas wrapped his hand around Kane's length, feeling its weight and heat.
He glanced up one last time, seeing the encouragement in Kane's eyes, before lowering his mouth. The first touch was tentative, a soft brush of his lips against the sensitive skin. Kane's breath hitched, a low groan escaping his lips.
Encouraged, Lucas parted his lips and took Kane into his mouth, his movements hesitant but eager. The sensation was new and overwhelming, a mix of heat and texture that was weird in his mouth . He tried to mimic what he thought would feel good, his tongue exploring with a mix of curiosity and boldness.
Kane's hand tangled in Lucas's hair, his grip firm but not forceful, guiding him gently. "That's it," Kane murmured, his voice a rough whisper. "Just like that."
Lucas's movements grew more confident as he found a rhythm, the sounds of Kane's pleasure urging him on. The intensity of the moment, the taste and feel of Kane, was both exhilarating and overwhelming.
Lucas felt the tightening grip on his hair, his throat dry with anticipation. He could feel Kane's body tense against him, the muscles coiled like springs ready to release. With a deep groan, Kane climaxed, his body shuddering violently as waves of pleasure coursed through him.
Lucas swallowed carefully, maintaining his focus and composure despite the intensity of the moment. Kane's grip loosened, and he looked down at Lucas, his eyes smoldering with a mix of satisfaction and admiration. "Fuck, you're so fucking sexy," Kane murmured, his voice soft and approving.
Gently, Kane helped Lucas turn and sit on his lap, their bodies now pressed together from chest to thigh. Lucas leaned back into the embrace, feeling the warmth radiating from Kane's body, the heat almost palpable in the air between them. Kane's lips found Lucas's neck, light kisses turning into gentle suckling that left a mark, a red spot that stood out against the pale skin.
Lucas couldn't suppress a moan as Kane's hand dipped into his pants, the rough touch sending sparks of sensation through his body.
"Fuck, Kane... right there," Lucas groaned, his voice cracking with barely contained need. His back arched involuntarily as Kane's fingers curled around him, the warm, firm grip sending a wave of heat straight to his core. The sensation was electric, foreign, and utterly overwhelming. He hadn't realized how much he'd like it—the feel of another person's touch, someone else's hand guiding him instead of his own.
Kane didn't respond verbally, but his grip tightened, almost painfully so, before easing up to a steady rhythm. His thumb pressed into the slit of Lucas's cock, smearing pre-cum along the sensitive head. Lucas's breath hitched, his hands gripping the edge of the couch for support as his body betrayed him, trembling under the intensity of it all.
How had they even ended up here? Lucas thought, his mind racing to catch up with the situation.Lucas's head fell back against the him, his hips moving instinctively to meet Kane's hand. The friction was maddening, unbearably good, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this alive, this out of control.
"Kane…" Lucas managed to choke out, his voice pleading. He needed more, wanted more, but he didn't know how to ask for it.
Kane seemed to understand regardless. He leaned in closer, his free hand cupping Lucas's jaw, forcing him to look up. Their eyes met, and for a moment, everything else faded away. It was just the two of them, locked in this fragile, intense connection.Lucas's head fell back against the couch, his hips moving instinctively to meet Kane's hand. The friction was maddening, unbearably good, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this alive, this out of control.
Kane smirked, his hands moving faster than Lucas could tolerate. Lucas's eyes widened in a mix of disbelief and pleasure, his body trembling with the intensity. His breathing became erratic as he neared the inevitable, aching for release that came faster than he'd ever imagined possible.
When it hit, a wave of bliss crashed over him. Kane immediately caught the substance on his fingers, rubbing it slowly across his lips with a dark grin. Without breaking his gaze, he kissed Lucas again, tasting him with a lingering, almost possessive fervor.
As the lingering echoes of their intense experience faded, Kane held Lucas close, his breath gradually steadying. The room was filled with a heavy silence, punctuated only by the soft rustle of their breathing.
Kane's voice, low and filled with a possessive edge, finally broke the quiet. "If anyone tries to take you away from me, I swear I'll destroy them."
Lucas felt a shiver run through him—not from fear, but from the recognition of Kane's dangerous nature. He knew better than to challenge Kane's claim, fully aware of the consequences if his thoughts were ever discovered. Though he didn't share Kane's possessiveness or deep feelings, he understood the necessity of maintaining a facade of compliance.
He managed a soft, reassuring smile as he looked up at Kane. "I know," he said quietly, his voice deliberately calm. "I won't let anyone come between us."
Kane's gaze softened, a mix of relief and affection in his eyes. He pulled Lucas closer, his embrace both comforting and firm. "Good. I need you to remember that."
Lucas nodded, hiding his true feelings behind a mask of understanding. He was fully aware of how to play his role—never pushing too far but ensuring Kane remained placated. Kane's dangerous streak was both a boon and a burden; Lucas knew how to handle it to keep things under control.