Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series) (122 page)

Don’t piss off Silas.

His flashing green eyes smiled with his face, he was in a rare good mood it seemed. In one hand he was holding a snifter of red wine and in the second, a piece of folded paper.

Silas walked across the council chamber, a sway of pure grace and confidence following every gentle step. Ghost King they called him under their breaths in the slums, out of ear shot of the theins. Not only for his immortality, but for his stealth and his silence.

Jade had been left disturbed the first time he had met Silas, years ago at Stadium, and event that took place every week in Skyfall. Though there had been barely an exchange of words, the king’s aura had been deafening. Being around Silas alone was like having live wires only inches from your skin. Elish had been the same, but it had been an intoxicating experience. With his master, each reaction he got from those sub zero eyes had let shivers up his spine. Every touch of his soft hands made him jelly in his palm. On the other hand Silas’s aura was that of darkness, not black, it had no colour. You didn’t want to see expressions, you didn’t want his touch, you wanted to leave the room and escape the void that surrounded him.

Jade watched as Silas nodded for him to raise. He stood up and took a step back from Elish, as he did his master gave his head a nod, dismissing Jade. Gladly, he moved away from Silas and looked out the window at the tree littered greywaste. Though he spared an ear for their conversation as always.

“This is the layout, Reaver is there,” Silas said. Jade heard the paper unfold.

There was a moment of silence, dark, haunting silence. Though silence was improper term. It was never silent with the Ghost. Even if all sounds ceased, there was still the inner instinct of a prey animal that screamed at you to run. Something buried inside that even after their genetic engineering still told you to flee from this super predator.

Jade rubbed the fleshy goose bumps from his bare skin. Wishing Silas would leave them, he felt dark inside and tainted under his presence. The silvery white aura of Elish’s was eclipsed by Silas’s.

There had only been one other person to do that, but even if there was a hundred it wouldn’t matter. Elish was Jade’s own king, his own walking personification of perfection.

... but even his white fire was extinguished by the void.

“Where was he last seen?” Elish asked, his resounding voice was tensed. That caught Jade’s attention, it was on a blue moon that Elish’s impassiveness wavered. He was more angry than he was showing, Jade had been with him long enough to see the signs.

“He left his dwelling half an hour ago, he’s engaging Greyson as we speak.”
“Does he know?”
“Not as of this moment, but I do not trust Greyson not to crack under his interrogation.”

“He’s just a boy, if Greyson Merrik is waivered by a mere child’s tantrum...”
The room went cold, Jade chanced a glance behind his shoulder to see Silas looking at his master with a flickering flame in his eyes.

“Reaver is no child,” Silas whispered. “He isn’t even twenty and he has surpassed everything I could have hoped for him.”

“Perhaps Lycos’s traitorous behavior has worked in your advantage,” Elish replied, from the back of his head it looked as if he was analysing the paper.

“Only time will tell, from what I have seen their rearing of him has produced favorable results, but in turn it has thrown in a litter of complications.”

The acid in his tone brought a chill to the room, like winter through his spine. He knew Elish had been Silas’s council since he had reached maturity, and he knew how to handle his king in all ways but that tone... it made Jade want to hide behind Elish’s leg like a child.

“We will work through him, like we have done all the others.”

Jade watched as an almost smug smile slipped onto Silas’s face. For a moment their eyes matched one another. Purple and green, two opposite on the colour spectrum. Jade watched them curiously, but what unspoken volumes they exchanged between each other was not for Jade to understand. It was a way of communication that only two immortals could interpret. Two men who had watched boys like Jade be born and die of old age.

“Master... let me leave him here.”

Jade’s eyes widened, his heart started to hammer anxiously in his chest. Silas must have heard it because a moment later his eyes fell onto his.

“No way, you said we’re only meeting with Greyson,” Jade blurted. He took a step back, shifting his eyes away as both Elish and Silas’s eyes shot to him. “What use will I be? He’s trying to kill me again!”

Silas’s rosed lips separated in a smile. Every sense in Jade jammed, he looked at his master but his cold look did nothing to assure him of his own safety. Even if Elish was screaming on the inside his expression would remain the same authoritative calm.

“Come here, Jade.” Silas’s voice was as smooth as melting ice, though inside that ice there was a thousand knives just waiting to slice you.

When the lion calls over the deer, you run. The one who stays to ask his purpose becomes dinner.

But still he obeyed, not from bravery but because he was a cicaro and a slave and he could do nothing else. If he disobeyed it would only look bad for Elish, and he had embarrassed him with his actions too many times in the past. Elish’s punishment would be brutal.

Jade walked over and stood in front of Silas, Elish’s cold presence behind him. He looked forward and put himself into robot mode. Elish’s eyes always hardened whenever he saw Jade slip into that state of mind, but he rarely every did it with him now.

Silas’s eyes ran up and down his body, his eyes like green knives ready to cut him at the slightest displeasure..

Jade stood rigid as he felt himself get stripped bare by the king’s austere gaze.

When he had drank his fill, Silas approached him. The void pressing against Jade’s own aura, tyrian purple in his mind with hints of silver that rippled down like borealis.

His heart gave an apprehensive jolt as Silas touched him. His eyes remained fixed forward, but in the corners of his vision he was watching the king’s every move.

The king ran his hands down his stomach, until they traced the rim of his pants. A light feathery touch, like a breeze during the warmer months. Jade felt a breath catch in his throat as he felt the familiar cold burning. The electricity as his body brushed one of the many live wires dangling over him.

Then... like a cobra, he struck.

Silas slipped a hand down his pants and grabbed his dick.

Jade gasped and shuddered as the electric orgasmic pleasure flowed through him. In a moment he was hard in Silas’s hands, and only a few seconds later the pleasure peaked and he was thrown into full orgasm.

Jade felt around for the table to balance himself as his knees shook under the explosion. He tried to stifle the groan dancing on his lips, but as the first intense wave dissipated he found himself unable to suppress it. Jade moaned, and tensed his body, trying to catch the moment inside of him for as long as possible. When it fleeted, he un-tensed and felt Silas withdraw his hand.

Jade sank to the floor gasping, though what relief the release had brought him was overshadowed by the humiliation that followed.

“He still cums too fast,” Silas said in such a dismissive way it made Jade’s blood boil. Deep down inside no matter what the fear, he still had the heart of a Morosian; a district where even the slightest show of weakness could kill you.

He kept his eyes closed as the embarrassment filled him. Where as if it had been Ares, or even Nero he would’ve been defended by Elish. Silas was a whole different matter. No one talked back to the king. He took what he wanted, who he wanted and he did what he will to them.

“Clean yourself and meet the party in the Falconer.” When Jade opened his eyes again he saw Elish cleaning his king’s semen covered hand with his own kerchief. Another pang of anger.

“Yes, My King.” Jade forced his brain to be obedient. If he showed defiance while his master was cleaning his king’s hand of his own cum, he would be in for it.

When he left though his expression changed. He looked accusingly at Elish. “Why did he do that now? I wasn’t being disobedient, I was fucking being good.”

“It was not for you.” Elish turned from him, he crossed his arms behind his back and looked out in to he greywastes.

“It was for you?” Jade raised his eyebrows in surprise. “What did you do? Is this why he’s setting me up to get killed? What if Reaver recognises me?”

It had been over a year and a half now, and he was no longer dressed in his greywaster clothes but his yellow eyes were as good as a neon sign pointing to his identity. Hopefully if Greyson did break down and tell him, he would explain the real identity of the two travelling partner’s that visited them long ago,

Elish didn’t answer.

Jade grabbed his loose chain and twisted it around his knuckles as he fidgeted around. He knew better than to expect his master to reveal to him his inner thoughts. Though it had happened, it was expelled in brief moments of pillow talk when he had Elish all to himself. As soon as they left the apartment they shared he was closed for comment. Authority Elish emerged and getting a personal answer out of his Adonis was like squeezing water from a rock.

“You wont let him kill me... will you?”

Still he didn’t answer. This made the bitter taste flood into his mouth. Once he has told him, no, once he had said he would never let Silas hurt him again but even after that promise he had almost been killed by the King’s hand. Maybe he didn’t want to make promises he could no longer keep.

But it had been three years now and he was still alive... and they were more bound together than they had been before the chaos started.

Three years they had been intertwined in this life. Though he had only submitted fully to him in the past one and a half. Had he gotten bored of him? Was the chase better than the reward he had for catching him? This insecurity ravaged Jade in the middle of the night, he would pace the halls of Elish’s skyscraper worrying about it. The slums had taught him only one thing: be prepared for the worst, because it will happen. Though since hiding in that study, that night in Skyland, Elish had in some way or another, protected him from the worst.

But what resin remained of whatever substance their relationship boiled down to, he couldn’t protect him from the only man he bowed to.

No, you thought that many times but in the end, Elish always had an upper hand in whatever sinister ways Silas had played his game. I doubted him so many times and was proven false. Why would this be different?

But Silas had stopped playing games with them, he had moved onto new prey, to Reaver of Aras, the lost chimera Elish had been hiding. This man who was like them. The man who had made King Silas lose his usual calm voided aura, replacing it with an inferno not even Elish’s coldness could extinguish. The anger at Lycos’s deception, that he had not indeed died in the explosion. That he had taken the infant and disappeared into the wasteland, though he didn’t know that Elish had orchestrated the whole thing.

Jade had heard the stories, late at night in bed, when Elish was his, and he remembered when Elish finally trusted him enough to tell him just who this feral greywaster was and why Lycos was hiding him. It was a plan set on the back burner, a seed planted that he had been eagerly awaiting the sewing of. Jade couldn’t wait, because it would mean the destruction of the Mad King.

It meant the Ghost would finally be taken by the Darkness.

The Darkness, the feral greywaster, the black eyed demon that Jade had met twice. Though he wasn’t a chimera like all of them, he wasn’t normal.

He was engineered for King Silas, to be his.

King Silas wanted to create his perfect partner, his lover to rule the greywastes. Someone like him in every way, with features molded to his most intimate likings. Like Michelangelo with a scalpel he had carved himself a perfect prince.

Only to be stolen from him, and claimed dead. Babies and babies had died in their artificial wombs and after years of trying the project had been scrapped. Elish had said it was impossible and the project should be abandoned.

But no, it had all been a lie, another seed Elish had been planting, after finally growing tired of answering to this insane king.

Reaver was then born, a dark raven behind the marbling grey of the wasteland. With beautiful black hair and eyes, a thin face and eyebrows thin and slightly arched. A beautiful horror to behold even when he was younger. There was no question why this demigod had been taken and hidden, he was a force to be reckoned with, an evil soul that had the potential to destroy the world again. Elish knew it, and from this knowledge he formed his plans.

But then everything changed.

Silas found out he was alive.

And King Silas wanted Reaver back.

Jade felt a tug on his chain, and realized in his day dreaming Elish had headed towards the door. His master knew even the slightest hint of reassurance would mean the world to him, but his face held nothing but the usual cold omnipotence. He had been shut off and angry ever since the night he found out Silas knew, he had taken it out on Jade and Elish’s sengil Luca to the point where they had both fled.

With a suppressed sigh Jade obediently followed him, his eyes tracing the walls as if taking them in for perhaps the last time.

He felt a growl in his throat when he saw Tim in the driver’s seat. The young chimera was fourteen years old, a gangly spiral haired little fuck who never resisted an urge to berate Jade. He had spent many nights planning on what he was going to do to him in a dark alley the eve he turned fifteen. The sniveling little future cock sucker was in for a rude awakening as soon as he became Silas’s required age.

But for now he was as Jade had just thought: a little cock sucker.

When he climbed into the pilot’s seat of the Falconer Jade bristled. Elish noticed but paid him nothing more than a passing glance of berating amusement. The words exchanged between the master and pet’s body language told of an argument that had lasted years. Jade loved flying the Falconer, and Elish loved denying him the opportunity. It had come about during the first year of their master/pet relationship (or captivity as it in all realities was), Elish had let him fly the plane once, but had grown annoyed when he had kept asking. So as quickly as the privilege came it was rescinded, and he seemed to enjoy denying him what he loved most. If only to cheer himself up.