Kane leaned back in his chair, the remnants of the meal before him, and casually asked, "So, where's the housekeeper? This place feels too clean for someone who hasn't been around."
Lucas glanced up from his plate, a flicker of disinterest in his eyes. "Haven't seen her in a few days," he replied, his tone nonchalant. "Probably was avoiding Mrs. Morton—wouldn't blame her."
Kane smirked, swirling the last sip of wine in his glass. "Can't say I'd want to be stuck in this creepy house alone, either. You've got to admit, it's got a certain... vibe." He chuckled, the sound low and easy.
Lucas shrugged again, the conversation already losing his interest. He pushed back from the table, gathering the plates and taking them to the sink. The clatter of dishes in the quiet house echoed unnervingly, amplifying the stillness around them.
As Lucas began to wash up, his eyes caught on the slightly bloody towel wrapped around Kane's hand. The sight of it, stark against the otherwise clean kitchen, tugged at something in him. He hesitated for a moment, then turned his attention back to the task at hand, letting the sound of running water fill the silence.
Kane remained seated, watching Lucas with a lazy sort of curiosity. "You always this quiet, or is it just the house getting to you?" he asked, the question more of an observation than anything else.
Lucas didn't answer immediately. Instead, he rinsed off the last dish and placed it on the drying rack before turning around to face Kane. His gaze flickered briefly to the towel around Kane's hand, noting the fresh stain of blood seeping through the fabric.
"Your hand," Lucas said, his voice flat but not unkind. "You should probably get that checked."
Kane glanced down at the towel as if only now noticing the wound. He chuckled, lifting his hand slightly. "Yeah, maybe. But then who'd take care of you, huh?"
Lucas didn't smile, but there was a slight shift in his expression, something almost like a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I'm not the one who needs taking care of."
Kane's eyes glinted with amusement, but he didn't press further. Instead, he stood up, stretching his arms above his head. "Guess I'll live, then."
Lucas watched him for a moment longer, the odd familiarity of their exchange settling into something almost comfortable. But it was a fleeting sensation, quickly overshadowed by the lingering unease that seemed to permeate the house.
Without another word, Lucas turned off the faucet and began to dry his hands. Kane leaned against the counter, his gaze never leaving Lucas, as if waiting for something more. But when Lucas finally looked up, his eyes were unreadable, guarded.
Without another word, he retrieved a small medicine kit from a nearby drawer and handed it to Kane, making no move to assist further. Kane's sigh was barely audible as he accepted the kit, his fingers deftly unwrapping the towel and attending to the wound himself.
While Kane busied himself with cleaning the cut, Lucas's attention shifted to the bloodied knife lying on the floor. He bent down, picking it up with a sense of intrigue. The blade gleamed faintly in the dim light, still slick with Kane's blood. The sharpness of the knife fascinated Lucas, and without thinking, he swabbed a finger along the edge, feeling the cool steel bite into his skin.
A tiny drop of his own blood welled up, dark and rich against the pale flesh of his finger. Lucas brought it to his lips, his eyes half-closed as he sucked on the wound. His tongue swirled around the tip of his finger, tasting the coppery tang of blood mixed with a lingering hint of Kane's. The sensation was both familiar and electric.
He let the moment linger, savoring the sharpness, the taste, the thrill. When he finally pulled his finger from his mouth, his eyes met Kane's. There was a knowing glint in Lucas's gaze, one that Kane couldn't miss. Kane's expression remained unreadable, but Lucas knew the effect his actions had—knew it from the subtle way Kane's breath caught, the slight tension in his posture.
With the knife now clean, Lucas set it aside.
Kane finished cleaning up the wound, his movements deliberate and methodical, but his eyes never left Lucas. The tension in the room thickened as he wrapped a fresh bandage around his hand, each action slow and precise. He could feel Lucas's gaze on him, burning with a mix of curiosity and desire.
When Kane finally secured the bandage, he flexed his fingers, testing the tightness before setting the kit aside. His lips curled into a small, knowing smile as he looked up at Lucas, who was still standing there, his finger lingering near his lips as if savoring the last taste of blood.
Kane's voice broke the silence, low and teasing. "You always did have a thing for blood." His eyes flashed with amusement, but there was an undercurrent of something more—a shared secret, a dangerous understanding between them.
Kane moved closer, the space between them shrinking until their breaths mingled in the heavy air. He reached out, his hand gently cupping Lucas's face, his thumb brushing lightly across Lucas's cheek. His voice was a low murmur, almost a whisper as he asked, "Do you miss it, Lucas? The thrill of the kill?"
Lucas's eyes flickered with a mix of emotions—desire, fear, and a dark hunger that simmered just beneath the surface. He didn't trust himself to speak, so he only nodded weakly, the admission pulling at something deep inside him.
Kane's smile widened, his own excitement barely contained. "I can't stop thinking about it either," he confessed, his voice tinged with a dangerous edge. "The hunt, the chase… the kill. It's intoxicating, isn't it?"
Before Lucas could react, Kane pressed him against the wall with a sudden, forceful push. The impact was firm but controlled, as if Kane knew exactly how much pressure to apply to keep Lucas on edge. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against Lucas's ear as he whispered, "You feel it too, don't you? That rush… that power."
Lucas's breath hitched, his hands instinctively gripping Kane's shoulders for balance. The intensity in Kane's voice, the weight of his body pinning him to the wall, it all ignited a fire within him—a fire he had been trying to keep at bay but now welcomed with open arms.
Kane's grip tightened, his fingers digging into Lucas's skin as he trailed his lips down to the edge of Lucas's jaw. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down Lucas's spine. He could feel Kane's heartbeat, strong and steady, different from the chaotic rhythm of his own. It was as if Kane was grounding him while simultaneously pulling him into a whirlwind of desire and danger.
Kane's lips found Lucas's neck, his breath hot against the skin as he paused, savoring the moment. "I know you want it," Kane murmured, his voice a dark caress. "That taste of control again… the thrill of knowing you hold someone's life in your hands."
Lucas couldn't deny it, not with the way his body responded to Kane's every word, every touch. He tilted his head slightly, giving Kane more access as he felt the sharp edge of Kane's teeth graze his skin, a teasing threat that sent his pulse racing. His own hands, which had been gripping Kane's shoulders, slid down to rest against Kane's chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath the fabric.
Kane chuckled softly, the sound low and dangerous. "I could help you feel that again, Lucas," he whispered against Lucas's ear. "We could feel it together."
The words were a promise, one that Lucas wasn't sure he could refuse. His breath came in shallow gasps as he struggled to keep his thoughts clear, but the pull was too strong. The idea of surrendering to that dark side, of letting go completely, was more tempting than he wanted to admit.
Before he could respond, Kane's lips were on his again, more insistent this time, his hands roaming over Lucas's body with a possessive hunger. The wall behind him was cold, contrasting with the heat between them, and Lucas found himself giving in, his body responding to Kane's every move with equal fervor.
Their kiss deepened, growing more intense, more consuming, as if they were both trying to find something in each other that they had been missing for too long. Kane's hands moved to Lucas's waist, pulling him closer, until there was no space left between them. The world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them, locked in this dangerous dance of power and desire.
Lucas felt like he was on the edge of something he couldn't control, and for once, he didn't care. He leaned into the kiss, letting it consume him, letting Kane's presence overwhelm his senses. This was what he had been missing, what he had been denying himself, and now, with Kane's hands on him, with Kane's lips against his, he didn't want to hold back any longer.
Lucas grabbed Kane's hand, tugging him toward the bedroom with an urgency that sent sparks of anticipation through the air. The dim hallway seemed to stretch out before them, but Lucas's quick steps brought them to his room in no time. He pushed the door open, revealing the darkened space that felt more like his sanctuary than just a place to sleep. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and faint traces of cologne.
Without a word, Lucas shoved Kane onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. The momentary surprise in Kane's eyes quickly turned into a dark, hungry look that sent a thrill down Lucas's spine. The power play between them was palpable, each of them pushing and pulling, testing boundaries with a dangerous edge.
Lucas moved to the window, his fingers deftly pulling the curtains open. The soft, early morning light poured in, casting long shadows and highlighting the edges of the room. The glow illuminated Lucas's face, making his mischievous smirk all the more visible as he turned back to Kane.
"Mind the light?" Lucas asked, his tone almost playful, a hint of wickedness in his gaze.
Kane merely chuckled, his eyes flicking over to the open medical book on the nightstand. The pages were marked with notes and small stains, evidence of how deeply Lucas had been engrossed in it. Kane shook his head, the smirk on his lips mirroring Lucas's. "You're a sick fuck, you know that?"
Lucas's smirk widened, a flash of something dark and dangerous in his eyes as he approached the bed. "And you love it," he murmured, slipping onto Kane's lap, straddling him with a smooth, almost predatory grace.
He leaned in close, their breaths mingling, his lips hovering just inches from Kane's. The room was filled with a tense, electric silence, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air. Lucas didn't wait for Kane to respond; he simply pressed his lips to Kane's, capturing him in a kiss that was both tender and fierce.
The kiss deepened quickly, a collision of tongues and teeth, both of them trying to assert dominance, yet neither fully giving in. Lucas's hands roamed over Kane's chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt as he ground his hips against Kane's, a soft moan escaping his lips.
Kane's hands found their way to Lucas's waist, gripping him tightly as he responded with equal fervor, their bodies moving in sync. The tension between them had been building for too long, and now, in the quiet of Lucas's bedroom, with the morning light spilling in, it was finally breaking.
The kiss became a fervent exploration, each of them seeking to claim the other in a dance of passion and power. Lucas felt the heat radiating from Kane, a magnetic pull that drew him closer, igniting every nerve ending in his body. He could feel the weight of Kane's hands on him, the way they anchored him to the moment, grounding him in a reality that felt both exhilarating and dangerous.
As they pulled apart for a breath, Lucas's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I've always wondered how far you'd go for a thrill," he teased, his voice low and sultry.
Kane's expression shifted, a predatory glint in his eyes. "You're about to find out," he replied, his tone dripping with promise.
With a swift motion, Kane flipped their positions, pinning Lucas beneath him. The sudden shift sent a rush of adrenaline through Lucas, and he couldn't help but laugh, a sound that echoed in the otherwise quiet room. "Is that how you want to play it?" he challenged, his heart racing with excitement.
Kane leaned down, his lips brushing against Lucas's ear as he whispered, "You have no idea what I'm capable of." The words sent a shiver down Lucas's spine, awakening something primal within him.
Kane's hands roamed over Lucas's body, exploring every curve and contour, as if memorizing the map of his skin. Lucas arched into the touch, his breath hitching as Kane's fingers found the hem of his shirt, teasingly inching it upward. "You're not wearing much," Kane remarked, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"Make things easier, doesn't it." Lucas shot back, his voice laced with playful defiance.
Kane chuckled, the sound low and rich, before finally pulling the shirt over Lucas's head and tossing it aside. The cool air kissed Lucas's skin, heightening his senses as Kane's hands resumed their exploration, trailing down his sides and settling on his hips.
"Easier, huh?" Kane mused, his eyes darkening with desire. "Let's see how easy it is to break you."
With that, he captured Lucas's lips again, the kiss turning feverish as they lost themselves in each other. Lucas felt the world outside fade away, leaving only the two of them tangled in sheets and shadows, their bodies moving in a rhythm that felt both familiar and new.