Oh oh, here she comes
Watch out boy she'll chew you up
Oh oh, here she comes
She's a maneater
“Al?”.
“Yes? Mon Chéri”.
“Why did you follow me?”.
Victor was trapped between his legs, with no plans of moving anytime soon. Even in that summer heat, Alasdair’s body felt so fresh and soft. They had been making out for a while now and Victor only broke the contact to suddenly ask that.
“Now you ask me that? It has been three days” Alasdair smiled.
“Well, yes, but...”.
“I was going to kill you, cher, because you were stalking me, were you not?”.
“I was” he admitted with no shame “When did you notice?”.
“Since day one”.
“Hmm, sharp instincts or was I being too obvious?”.
While talking, they softly caressed each other. Victor was starting to think that Alasdair was a tease. It had been only three days, true, but all that kissing and dry humping had him on the edge, he wanted more, but Alasdair always stopped him with a firm grasp and a stern voice, and he relented, like an obedient puppy who had been caught chewing on his owner's shoes.
“Both, I have been doing this for a long time, I can sense when someone is watching me” Alasdair held Victor's face, he found him handsome, but the bright-eyed demeanor was hilarious to him “And you lack experience, boy”.
“I have experience in other areas, let me show you” he said, trying to kiss him again.
"No!" he laughed, playfully resisting “Down, boy!” he said, like ordering a dog to stop humping a leg.
“I can go down on you, yes”.
“Victor! So vulgar!” he laughed more.
Victor laughed too but then stopped and grabbed Alasdair by both wrists, pinning him to the mattress.
“Why don’t you want to have sex with me?”.
“We just met, Mon Chéri, we have time” Alasdair didn’t resist, just looked at him with an indecipherable glare.
“But I’m getting desperate, you know?” Victor kept one hand restraining him and used the other to unbutton his shirt.
Alasdair let him. He liked that, he liked that dumb man, a boy really, in that dumb town of dumb dumb people. What a quaint little place it was, so nice and peaceful, but for him the air smelled rotten, like if many death things in the forest had forever surrounded the town with their miasma. Those few days there he often glared at the mountains, big and imposing, and at the dark forest, and felt dread.
“You’re so pretty~” Victor left kisses all over his chest, he smelled so good and his skin was so soft.
“You really like me that much, huh?” Alasdair was looking at the ceiling.
“Yes...” he stared particularly fondly at a nipple and smiled “Such a pretty color~” he said before sucking on it.
Alasdair trembled, it wasn’t like he didn’t want to, but...
“It's too soon~” he moaned, squirming “Stop it at once, you horny dog”.
“It doesn’t sound like you want me to stop” Victor said against his chest.
“Be a good boy, Mon Chéri, I promise I’ll compensate you later, very soon, but not now”.
Victor obeyed, letting him go.
“Good boy” Alasdair petted his hair.
“You tease” he growled.
“I suppose I am” Alasdair smiled playfully “I’m old, cher, give me some time to adjust”.
“Hmm”.
“We can do other fun things in the meantime” Alasdair said gleefully, getting off the bed and walking around.
“Like what?”.
“Hunting~”.
“You have someone in mind?”.
“That bastard from the gas station was so rude to me” he nodded.
“When you say rude, you mean...”.
“Racist” Alasdair glared at him with cold eyes “I hate people when they are not polite” he smiled ear to ear “You can think whatever of me, but at least have manners, you know?”.
“You want me to help you?”.
“You should, considering what I know about you, what we know about each other” Alasdair grabbed him by his tie and pulled hard “So, be a good, obedient dog, and dig some holes for me, I’ll do the rest so you can learn”.
Victor swallowed hard, bright red. His already lasting erection was getting painful.
“And are you going to help me?”.
“When you find your next prey, I’ll help you” he nodded.
“Why didn’t we have this conversation before?” Victor chuckled.
“You work all day, I don’t return here until night and when you see me you want to suck my face” Alasdair shrugged.
“Where do you go all day? Al”.
“I was looking for a job in the city, but no luck with it” he sighed “I can’t find residence either”.
“Radio, right?”.
Alasdair nodded.
“I can get you an interview, my father owns all of that” Victor smiled.
“How fortunate of me to have seduced such a nepo baby”.
“I wish” he frowned and crossed his arms “My father always gives the important jobs to someone else”.
He was still sitting on the bed, looking like a big bratty toddler. All white men looked like that to Alasdair, bratty children that threw tantrums when they were told the simplest of nos.
“Don’t pout like that, boy” Alasdair held his face with both hands “If someone is in your way, just take them out, humans are not more than flesh to carve into” he smiled a predatory smile of sharp fangs and cold eyes.
Victor grabbed him by the hips, he was at the perfect height to kiss his navel, so he did.
“Such a clingy boy” Alasdair petted his hair, it was thick and soft, but it already had gray hairs.
“You’re so beautiful, you should move to TV”.
“This face is made for radio, Mon Chéri” he smiled.
“There’s black people on TV now” he said, barely moving away, his lips still touching his skin.
“I know...” Alasdair looked away “The segregation laws were abolished when I was a young man, but people still look at me weird, especially in a town like this. It's better if I’m not seen, only heard”.
“It's a shame”.
“I guess it is”.
“Do you want that interview then?”.
“Please, I’ll be grateful, cher”.
Victor smiled big and Alasdair thought that, if he had a tail, definitely it would be wagging like crazy. What a pathetic man, truly fascinating and entertaining.
“But about finding a house...”.
“I tried to buy a cabin from that Williams guy”.
“And he said no...”.
“He said he would never sell to my kind” he growled.
“Well, now his widow owns it and she for sure needs the money, you can ask her, I can go with you, if you like”.
“I guess that can work~”.
“Let’s go then” Victor was happy at the idea of not having to keep meeting Alasdair at that motel. I was too obvious and too risky.
So they got dressed and went outside.
Alasdair had a rather fancy car, dark red, with a white roof, very shiny and very 70s.
“How are you? My sweet baby” Alasdair talked to it in a baby voice, hugged it and left a kiss on the roof.
Victor raised an eyebrow.
“You want to go for a ride? Yes, you do, even if it is a bit early, right, love?”.
Victor scoffed, amused by the scene, but he also noticed that it was, in fact, early. Somehow they had been talking and making out all night and it had been like that since they met.
They hadn't slept properly for days now.
“I need a coffee, let’s go for breakfast first, Al”.
“If you don’t mind to be seen with me” he smiled.
“You’re just my friend from the city or something, come one”.
So together they went to that diner again.
“I can’t wait to have my own kitchen and make my own food” Alasdair sighed, sitting next to a window.
“You know how to cook” Victor said, sitting in front of him.
“Well, yes” he smiled “Pretty well, actually”.
“Oh, I would like to try then”.
Alasdair smiled sharply, a mysterious shine in his eyes.
“I’ll keep that in mind, Mon Chéri”.
They ate in silence for a bit, just enjoying each other's presence in a way.
Victor was looking through the window, just like the day he saw Alasdair for the first time. It felt so far away somehow, but it wasn’t, they had just been moving really fast with whatever that relationship was.
Suddenly a motorcycle stopped in the parking lot and two men got off it, speaking with animosity.
“My arse is killing me”.
“I told you, we need a car”.
They entered the diner, lowering their voices just a bit.
“I don’t want to depend on your driving, mate”.
“Well, bad luck, we can do our job without a car”.
“Pff, bollocks” the man rolled his eyes.
“The British guy has mismatched eyes, like you” Alasdair murmured, noticing such an unusual detail.
Victor looked discreetly, it was true, he had eyes like him, just in another combination.
“I like your eyes” Alasdair smiled “I like your face in general, Mon Chéri and, considering your career, I guess you valued it too”.
Victor blushed and hid behind the diner’s menu.
“Don’t say such things in public” he murmured desperately.
“Don’t panic, boy, no one is listening” he giggled.
He was so pretty doing that, so cheerful, that Victor just blushed more. He pouted, feeling embarrassed.
“Aren’t you worried about being discovered?”.
“I hide worse things, Victor, and the thing bothering people the most is right out on my skin, literally” he sighed “Being that in particular is just another thing wrong with me but, if I’m sincere, cher, it's the one thing that bothers me the least”.
Victor said nothing. He didn’t want to be labeled a f#%@t... was he that? He liked women too and, actually, Alasdair was the first man he was ever attracted to...
“It’s just...you know...in a town like this, people lynch you for it”.
“Small towns full of white Protestants, Evangelist and Baptist or whatever they are, how surprising” he drank the last of his coffee and stood up “Let’s go”.
Once in front of the car, Victor lit up a cigarette and offered one to Alasdair.
“If you burn my seats I’ll gut you” he warned him while accepting the cigarette.
“I’ll keep that in mind” he smiled.
Alasdair entered the car first, but when Victor tried to open the passenger door, he couldn't.
“Unlock it, Al”.
“It is unlocked, boy” he looked at him like he was an idiot.
Victor frowned, Alasdair looked so sexy with the cigarette in his mouth.
“I’m so weak” he thought.
Alasdair opened the door from the inside and Victor sat, still with a frown.
“Don’t be a brat, boy, it’s just a jammed door”.
“Hmm”.
“What? You thought that I was going to speed up to the horizon and leave you behind?” he chuckled.
“Would you?”.
“I would never abandon my dog” he joked and started driving.
Said statement was, weirdly, true. He didn’t want or plan to leave that man behind anytime soon and Victor didn’t plan or want to go anywhere far either.
They attracted each other in a weird way, like magnets, it was inevitable, like a law of nature, they just were...compatible.
Victor entertained himself by looking at everything inside the car. It was beautifully maintained. Alasdair did really seem a fan of the color red.
“Are you Catholic?” Victor pointed at the rosary hanging by the rearview mirror.
“Born and raised” he nodded.
“Do you really believe that stuff?”.
“I do, actually, I mean God probably hates me, I know I’m going to Hell, at least”.
“Hmm”.
“Are you an atheist? Surprising coming from a boy from this kind of town”.
“I prefer science, to be honest”.
“Why? Because it doesn’t judge you?”.
“Maybe” he shrugged “I don’t know, pastors and all that, they sound so fake”.
“Most evangelists are, Mon Chéri” he laughed “I can’t even go to church now, there isn't a Catholic one here” he sighed “Is beautiful here, though”.
He liked the mountains, the deepness of the forest, and the clear skies where the stars shone at night, just like far away in his bayou. But it was also colder, it was easier to get lost, the animals were different and...There was something, a foreboding feeling in those ancient mountains.
“Those mountains” he said softly “The Appalachians, they’re cursed in a way, don’t you think?”.
“Everyone says it is weird out there, deep in the woods” Victor nodded “It's like there’s always something watching you, I don’t believe in that kind of stuff, but, I don’t know, when I go hunting with my father, it's like you’re never alone”.
“Maybe it's just the animals, the bayou also has those vibes, with luck, it's just the predators doing their thing, with less luck, is the rednecks also doing their thing, and if you’re really unfortunate, maybe it's a something and not a someone” he smiled “Or me, I’m also an option” he joked.
“I wouldn’t mind being hunted in the woods by you”.
“Don't threaten me with a good time, cher”.
Mrs. Williams was an old, meek woman. Fragile and battered by years of domestic and financial abuse.
She welcomed both men with cordiality and the hint of a smile.
“Victor, dear, you’re so tall now”.
“Haha, yes Mrs Williams, it’s been a long time... ah, how has it been?” Victor stuttered a bit, anxious .
Alasdair noted that it was purely performative, he was playing innocent.
“Better...” she looked at the distance and back at them “More peaceful, since he’s gone” she admitted with a shameful tone.
Alasdair looked at her with a semblance of pity, he had always had a soft spot for women.
“Ah, Mrs. Williams, this is my friend” he smiled, noticing that he hadn’t introduced him properly.
“Amant Rousseau, it is a pleasure” he vowed slightly and offered his hand to take hers.
The old lady giggled and accepted the gesture. How long it had been since she had seen such a gentleman.
“Irene Williams, it is a pleasure too, dear”.
She let them enter and after some chit-chat, Victor decided to get back to business.
“Mrs. Williams, I heard Mr. Williams wanted to sell his cabin”.
“Oh that old thing” she sighed “It needs so many repairs, I don’t know if I can get too much for it”.
“I’m willing to pay whatever you think is fair” Alasdair smiled charmingly.
Irene glared at him with critical eyes for a moment, wondering why a man like that could want an old pile of wood like her husband’s cabin.
She looked at his handsome face with its beautiful dark color and at his head of reddish-brown curls and smiled. Her husband would hate it for sure, he would roll in his grave, that old racist bastard.
“I think we can work something out” she nodded.
They quickly settled on a price and Alasdair paid in cash for which Irene was pleased.
Once everything was in order, they left her house and started driving to Alasdair’s new residence.
“Is that really your name?”.
“You thought that Alasdair was my real name?” Alasdair raised an eyebrow.
“N-no.” Victor blushed hard, he had thought that.
“I prefer it though, so keep calling me Alasdair, I was Amant only for my mother”.
“Hmm, was your mother...”.
“Black? Yes” he answered dryly.
“And your father?”.
Alasdair stopped the car with a screech and stared at him.
“You want to know if I’m mixed?”.
“I...” he noticed that Alasdair seemed aggravated by it “You don’t have to tell me anything, Al”.
“What’s in my blood is unimportant, Victor” he frowned.
“It's just...”.
“Just what?” he said between his teeth, practically a growl.
“You’re so gorgeous and all, so I thought...”.
“Thought what? That a man with my face can’t be fully black? Is that it? I’m some kind of curiosity to you?” He was holding the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were turning white.
“Al, no! Calm down!” Victor grabbed him by the shoulders, making him let go of the steering wheel “I’m sorry ok, I’m just a dumb white boy, sorry that I’m so ignorant, ok?”.
“I like you enough, Victor, but if you’re ever racist towards me I’m going to kill you, did you hear me?”.
“Yes” Victor knew that it was true, he was surprised by the change in demeanor, he had kind of forgotten that that man was, indeed, a serial killer.
“Release me, someone might see us”.
“Right” Victor let him go.
Alasdair started driving again. There was silence for a bit.
“My father was white” he said suddenly “But I never met him”.
“I see... sorry again, Al”.
“It’s ok, Mon Chéri” he sighed “Sorry for my outburst” he said sincerely. “Just don’t ask me about that man ever again”.
“Understood” he smiled.
“And, for your information, I have the lovely face of my dear mother” he smiled too.
They made a stop at the grocery store and the pharmacy before continuing their way towards the cabin.
The cozy houses and small business gave way to the trees as they entered the dirt road leading to the recently acquired cabin.
It was a bumpy road, so Alasdair was driving slowly.
“You should consider getting a truck, Al” Victor said with a shaky voice.
“I would never replace my girl”.
“You’ll get stuck in the mud during the rainy season”.
“Hmm” he growled “I’ll buy one when I can, but I’m not getting rid of her”.
“Yes, yes, I’m not saying you should, Al” he chuckled.
The cabin was deep into the forest, but the path was easy enough to follow, Alasdair made a mental note of everything. He had known his bayou like the palm of his hand, but all of that was new and unknown.
He intended to make his own paths to his new home, some were where he could go on foot without being seen.
They finally arrived, it didn’t look too bad, old but sturdy, rustic but cozy. It was beautifully constructed even if the roof had some holes.
Alasdair took a deep breath, smelling the trees, the grass, something sweet, something rotten...He loved the smell of nature.
“Well...” he tried to open the door, but it was stuck, the door lock had opened with no problem, the door itself just didn’t butch.
“Let me” Victor gave it a firm slam with his shoulder, and the door swung open.
“Oh, so strong~” he said, flirty, entering the house and gently pulling Victor by his tie.
Victor followed him with a dumb smile.
It was filthy and definitely needed some work. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust and smelled damp.
“Help me clean, Mon Chéri, it’s going to be a good lesson for you”.
“A lesson?”.
The next few hours, Alasdair taught him how to deep clean a place, how to get rid of smells and stains without damaging materials and how not to ruin your hands doing so.
“The couch is salvageable, don’t you think? Just need some baking soda, some sun” he smiled.
“You want me to take it outside?” Victor was already exhausted.
“Pretty please, Mon Chéri” he fluttered his eyes at him.
Victor scoffed, he was a weak, WEAK man. But how to resist such beautiful eyes?
“Okey” he took off his shirt, already covered in sweat and dirt “Just, help me with one side”.
Alasdair stared blankly at him, that boy had muscles, not that he hadn’t noticed before, considering what they had been doing, but he was all shiny with sweat now.
“I bet his skin tastes salty”.
“Al?” Victor called out to him, noticing that he wasn’t there exactly, he was looking at him weirdly, like...hungry.
Alasdair approached him, hugged him by the waist with both arms and, very gently, bit him on the chest, just where the pectorals formed their tempting curve. Alasdair was the perfect height for it.
Victor emitted a surprised gasp and a small moan of pleasure, but he didn’t move.
"Al?" he said again, giggling nervously.
"You know?" he said, his lips still touching Victor’s skin “The musky smell of men, it bothers me, but it also attracts me” he practically purred and bit him again.
Victor was bright red, not only for the act itself but also for Alasdair’s expression, the slight blush on his cheeks, eyes bright with dangerous desires. It was exquisite, so gorgeous. He had never contemplated such beauty, such perfection. All of him was perfect, even the imperfections, like how short he was, how fragile he was and the wrinkles around his eyes and the gray hairs in his head.
He liked all of it! Wanted all of it!
“You keep teasing me, Al” he moved him away softly.
“Sorry, I’ll give you what you want soon enough, maybe after I have a proper home, you know, with my own bed and all” he shrugged.
“Yes, yes” that made sense at least.
They moved the couch and some other furniture that Alasdair deemed that could be salvaged or should be thrown in the trash. Then they both lay on the grass, looking at the clear sky.
“Let's kiss”.
“I’m too tired and stinky”.
“Yeah, me too...” Victor sighed deeply “I’ll go home to take a shower and talk to my father about your audition”.
“Do you have an excuse for who I am and what we have been doing for days now?”.
“You’re a friend from college...” He thought about it for a moment “You came from New Orleans to give a special class about journalism and we kept in contact after that”.
“Hmm, smart” he nodded.
“It would be easier if you were my age”.
“Well, I’m not, cher, I could be your dad” he laughed.
“He’s like ten years older than you, but I guess” he laughed too.
Victor kissed him softly, stood up and went away with a bit of hurry.
Alasdair was left alone between the threes, listening to the rustle of the leaves, the chant of the birds and something breathing, deep and steady, like if it was the earth itself, a ginormous heart beating, pumping sacred blood through the roots of the threes and the subterranean mycelium, alive, waiting to flourish in autumn.
He could feel it, pumping, up, and down, his fingers clutching at the grass, his glare lost on distant clouds…
He stood up and walked to his car.
“No, I don’t miss him as soon as he leaves” Alasdair said to his car as he took his suitcase from the trunk “But he amuses me, I admit I enjoy his company” he smiled and, if he could see his own face, he would have discovered that said smile was one of fondness.
The next few days they saw each other a bit less. Victor was, of course, busy with his own work now that he had the position that Carter had left behind, but he always came to help Alasdair in his spare time.
Alasdair spent the rest of his money on repairs and the necessary things.
A new mattress, the bed frame that had been left behind was in good shape fortunately, things like plates, glasses, cups, and utensils, the kitchen was a bit old but he could work with it for now, and so on and so forth...
He felt frustrated, he had a good, comfortable life back in New Orleans, a stable job, and a good income, and he was famous enough that he was beloved in his community, private enough that no one interfered with his private business and, of those businesses, no one suspected a thing.
Until, one faithful day, someone found his cabin and he had to flee.
Well, at least his audition went well and now he could start to earn money again.
He had expected to meet Victor’s father, but that didn’t happen, he was auditioned and hired by a colleague instead. It didn’t matter, really, but Alasdair was curious about Victor’s progenitor.
Did they look similar? Maybe he could get a glance at how Victor would look like when he was closer to his own age.
In any case, he had a job now and that was a good thing, now he had to sort other stuff, the fun part.
And it was finally the weekend, what better moment?
It was late that night when Victor arrived.
They greeted each other with a kiss. The fact that Alasdair just threw himself at his arms and kissed him with a smile that he could still feel against his lips made him stupidly happy.
“Are you happy to see me? Dollface” Victor smiled, holding him by the waist.
Alasdair chuckled.
“Dollface?”.
“You call me a certain way, so I thought I’d do the same, I can change it if you don’t like it”.
“I like it, Mon Chéri”.
“I can also call you Doll” he said, caressing his figure. How could a man have such a small waist?.
“That’s fine too” he smiled “Let’s go, we have work to do and you have lessons to learn”.
His voice was so sultry, so seductive, that Victor trembled.
That man was so hypnotic to him, like a siren.
He could picture it, a fishtail of scales like jewels, his dark skin shining in the sun, the salt of the sea on his shoulders, begging to be kissed. From his mouth of dangerous fangs, a love song.
He followed him to his car, but, once again, when he tried to enter, the door didn’t open.
“Al...”.
“Dumb boy that can’t open doors” Alasdair opened it for him.
“Your car hates me” Victor sat with his arms crossed, he didn't like to be called dumb.
“It's a car, Victor, it can’t hate you” he sat in the driver's seat and smiled “Are you ready?”.
“Ready for what exactly?”.
“The hunt, Mon Chéri”.
They drove in silence for a while. Victor was feeling tense, he had killed someone. That was true, but doing it again? He wasn’t so sure that he could, last time it had been on impulse...Well, kind of. He had fantasized about it plenty of times, that day his anger just got the better of him.
“Mon Chéri” Alasdair called and Victor jumped a little.
“Yes?”.
“What are you planning to do exactly? Are you going to keep on killing your rivals and those who are in your way?”.
Victor looked at him and then at his hands, playing nervously over his lap.
“What if I say no?”.
“I’ll find you boring and I will kill you” he said coldly “I don’t need a useless dog that doesn't bite”.
Victor looked at him, at that pretty profile of his, eyes cold, lips curled in a smile, and he knew that Alasdair was telling the truth.
“I suppose I can get rid of the competition if I have to” he said, his voice small.
“I know you acted on instinct the first time, but it is a good idea, you know? Making it seem like an accident or suicide or even putting the blame on someone else” Alasdair smiled widely “Don’t you think? Mon Chéri”.
“Yes”.
“But, unfortunate things can’t happen around you too often, that’s how they start to suspect you, but you know people in small towns, sometimes they just go away or get lost in the forest to never be seen again”.
“You say I have to make people disappear?”.
"Exactly~" he said gleefully “Tonight, I’ll teach you how”.
As many things in Moonridge, the gas station hadn’t changed its looks since the 50s, it was just dirtier and more miserable than in its golden years.
Behind it there was the forest and there they both hid.
“You have to observe your prey, cher” Alasdair said, sitting on the ground, his back against a tree “He’s going to take out the trash in half an hour”.
Victor glanced at the containers, the flickering light barely illuminated them.
“We could strike from behind and drag him here, away from the road where someone could see us”.
Victor just nodded.
“Now, I’m smaller and not that strong, so I depend on being faster, agile and knowing how to use this” he took a knife from inside his jacket and twirled it gracefully in his hand “You are bigger and stronger, but never be overconfident, as all prey, humans also want to survive, they will resist, they will attack you and they will harm you, understand?".
Victor just nodded again.
“I know how to deadlock a person” he said quietly.
“That’s good, use it” he sighed “But for now, we just observe, so relax”.
Victor sat next to him, leaning on the same tree. His heart was beating fast and hard.
“I practice boxing” he said after a bit of silence.
“That’s how you chipped your tooth?”.
“Yes” he smiled, purposefully showing it off.
“It’s adorable” Alasdair admitted “Just don’t break your nose I like how it looks”.
“Oh, thank you” Victor smiled again with that puppy demeanor of his.
“This is pretty cute too” Alasdair poked at Victor's chin dimple “Very Kirk Douglas”.
Victor giggled but then looked the other way and dry heaved a bit.
“Sorry”.
“Relax, Mon Chéri” Alasdair grabbed his face with both hands “Here, let me help you”.
They kissed, Alasdair seemed more eager than usual and Victor wondered if the idea of killing excited him.
“Better?” Alasdair asked, breaking contact after a couple of minutes.
“Better” Victor nodded.
“Good, be ready, we have only fifteen minutes left”.
Victor looked at his watch, it was so late. No one was there at those hours, no one would ever know, right?
“And what if the person...”.
“Prey”.
“The prey is in a more public or crowded place?”.
“You lure them where you need them”.
“Lure them?”.
“Yes, I usually just seduce them” he shrugged "I'll show you".
“I see” Victor felt a pinch of jealousy and the word whore crossed his mind.
“Men are really stupid, being this pretty has its advantages” he laughed.
“Hmm”.
They stayed quiet until he finally came out.
Jones was a greasy-looking dude, big but not too fat with a tired face that made him look older than he really was.
He had a big trash bag in one hand while his other hand was occupied scratching his ass.
He tossed the bag into the container and as it made its usual thrashing sound with all the beer cans and bottles colliding, Alasdair appeared behind him.
“Hello~”.
Jones jumped, he hadn’t heard him approach.
“W-what do you want?” He looked at the other man up and down.
It was that n&#%o from the other day, yes, he remembered him. Weird dude, not only a n&#%o but also clearly some kind of fairy.
They had argued about something, bad service according to the little twink.
Now he was there again, smiling at him, his shirt was open, exposing his chest.
“I came to apologize, we were very rude to each other the other day, don’t you think? Mr. Jones” he stepped closer, his voice sultry, his body slightly leaning forward, showing more of that dark, smooth chest.
Jones swallowed hard. What a weird man. Men weren’t supposed to be so delicate and pretty, right?.
He was also like...old? Right?
“Let me make it up to you, please” he got closer and grabbed his hand.
Jones looked at him with that beautiful smile and that sexy body and, without thinking anymore, followed him into the forest. He felt like in a daze, like drugged somehow.
Victor followed too, trying not to be noticed.
Alasdair stopped at a small clearing, a few meters from the gas station, no one could see them there but the lights from the road reached just enough to see each other.
Jones pulled him closer and very sloppily started kissing his neck.
Alasdair moaned in his ear and then...
A stab to the back! Jones tried to scream, but there wasn't any air in his perforated lungs, he just gasped horribly.
With one swoop Alasdair crouched and cut the tendons of his feet, making him fall to the ground.
Alasdair then covered his mouth with his hand and smiled at him.
Victor watched in silence, his heart racing, his ears humming, his mind falling into a spiral. He had a weird combination of fear, excitement, and deep, DEEP jealousy.
And said jealousy only increased when Alasdair sat on top of that man, smiling, riding him with gusto.
"Whore".
Alasdair raised the knife and stabbed him over and over again, laughing maniacally, with glee, with something that could only be pleasure.
Yes, that act aroused him, every killing gave him an erection, but he very rarely had someone to actually fuck with.
He glared at Victor and Victor glared at him, at that beautiful, seductive beast covered in blood, like some kind of lustful vampire.
Victor pulled him off that dead man and kissed him. Alasdair moaned loudly into his mouth, grabbing, and pulling his hair.
“Yes, Mon Chéri, please” he said, barely breaking contact.
Victor tossed him to the ground and ripped off his clothes like an animal ripping flesh. He was aroused, angry, and jealous. He wanted to fuck him, to punish him for being a whore and adore every inch of him for being so exquisite, so inhumanly gorgeous.
And he did, the act was rough, merciless, and animalistic. Alasdair moaned in pleasurable pain as Victor penetrated him with no care, one hand in his belly, guiding the rhythm, the other pinning his head to the forest's ground.
He could feel rocks and sticks digging into his knees and into his face, but he didn’t care. He was at the high of his twisted version of lust.
The sounds were obscene, the release came fast.
Victor felt a twisted sense of extra pleasure at the act of filling his insides, like he was marking him as his and only his.
They both lay there for a second, minds numb with that dizziness post-orgasm.
“Thank you, Mon Chéri, that was nice” Alasdair giggled, sat and rested on a tree.
“Hmm” he just growled and sat next to him.
Alasdair searched for the nearest jacket, he needed a smoke. Found them, put one in his mouth, one in Victor’s mouth, and lit his and lit Victor’s with the tip of his own cigarette.
Victor just observed the whole little ritual and felt aroused again, it was weirdly intimate.
They smoked in comfortable silence, looking at the stars and the crescent moon.
It was so quiet it was unnerving, but they didn’t care. It also felt like something big was watching, but they didn't care for that either.
“Come on, cher, we still have work to do”.
Alasdair taught Victor how to wrap a corpse in plastic bags so it was easier to carry around.
“They’re always heavy, though".
“No problem” Victor simply tossed the dead guy over his shoulders “I can carry it to the car”.
“So strong~”.
With the corpse in the trunk, they drove back to the cabin.
“Now, Mon Chéri, the most important lesson” he smiled that predatory smile.
Under the night sky, Alasdair masterfully butchered the corpse, he separated limbs, bones, and organs, and he disposed of the skin and all the undesirable fluids.
Victor observed, trying to keep calm, but then couldn't manage but to puke, it was too much, it was disgusting, vile.
“Oh, don’t do that, Mon Chéri” Alasdair approached him, knife still in bloody hands “It's just meat, nothing else, humans are just that, meat, no different from a pig or a deer”.
“It's just...I...” Victor was pale green.
Unceremoniously, Alasdair put a piece of raw meat in his mouth and ate it, licking his lips.
Victor was perplexed, for some reason the idea that that man was a cannibal didn’t even cross his mind. Well he knew, because the authorities had always suspected that of the Crescent Killer, but he had decided to ignore it until that very moment.
“See, just meat” he smiled “I’ll make you a stew so you can see it is just meat and nothing else”.
“What?...”.
Victor sat on the carpet, behind him was the couch, in front of him the coffee table and the fireplace and a bit far, divided from the living room only by the different floor, was the kitchen, where Alasdair was chopping vegetables and...meat.
It would have been a cozy scene if it weren't for that meat.
Now that it was all chopped into pieces with no skin or anything, it didn’t look so different from cow’s meat or something similar. But still...
Victor just watched with a blank stare, in a way, he wanted to run, but his legs felt heavy.
Finally, Alasdair left a plate over the coffee table, it looked so ominously normal.
“Al...”.
“Shh” Alasdair sat on top of him, straddling him.
“Al, Doll, please” he begged.
“Shut your mouth” he said severely. He twisted his body a bit and grabbed a piece of meat with his hand “Now, eat” he ordered.
“No...”.
Alasdair simply pushed the food into his mouth, Victor tried to spit it out, but Alasdair put his whole hand over his mouth.
He was smiling that twisted smile of his, with cold eyes and a calm heart. What a horrible act he was commiting, draggin that boy to his own personal sin. He delighted in the idea, he wanted him obedient and loyal, and he wanted that sinful act to bond them forever. A twisted bond of flesh.
"Is this how monsters get married?" he asked to himself, the voice of his mind sounding a bit silly, like holding a giggle at the absurd idea.
“Be a good, obedient dog and eat” he said firmly, cold and severe.
Victor denied it with his head and tried to get free.
Alasdair slapped him.
“Eat” he ordered again, putting pressure on his grasp “Bad, useless dogs get put down, remember?”.
Victor had tears in his eyes and, with no other option, he chewed and swallowed.
A human! He had eaten a human being! Oh, such a sin! Such a sin that scorched his soul and broke a piece of his mind! ...and yet...it tasted no different from any other animal.
"Good boy~" Alasdair congratulated him and released him from his firm grasp “It wasn’t that bad, wasn't it?”.
“Why is it so spicy?” he asked, gasping for air.
“Damn, you are white white, aren’t you” he laughed at him "It's just a bit of cayenne pepper, boy” he took another piece of meat, put it in his own mouth and kissed him.
They shared it and Victor debated himself between revulsion and lust.
Lust won.
They made love again, this time with a bit more tenderness. All the smells and sensations of that night would never leave Victor’s mind, even if the images themselves got blurry with the years, but for now, he slept next to him, hugging him possessively, thinking of nothing more than him.
Alasdair slept too, peacefully, thinking that, after so long, he finally had something good for himself.
I wouldn't if I were you
I know what she can do
She's deadly, man, she could really rip your world apart
Mind over matter
Ooh, the beauty is there but a beast is in the heart
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