Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series) (93 page)

I felt Asher beside me, he had the bottle of vodka which he took a swig of. He barely flinched as he swallowed the fiery liquid. “I want to paint it purple.”

I snorted before it turned into a laugh. “I have a purple rug, though it’s more black. Killian keeps trying to clean it.”
He took another drink and sat down beside me on the couch. I could barely feel his weigh beside me. Though he was slightly heavier than my feather weight boyfriend, he certainly didn’t show it, he moved like a ghost. “When are you going to show me this wonderful cave I’ve heard so much about?”

I waved him off and turned the Nintendo I had recently traded from Matt. I wasn’t ready to show him where I lived yet. I liked being able to decide when I wanted to see Asher. I didn’t take kindly to people coming unexpectedly. I preferred notice. Asher didn’t have a radio, or any way to contact me besides wandering around West Aras. I like it that way for now.

I also withheld my location for Killian’s sake as well. His freak out had surprised me. I had never seen him get that angry at me before.

I hoped I didn’t come home to my house trashed.

Though in all respects, I understood his feelings and I reasoned why he had them, but that didn’t mean I was going to stop being friends with Asher because of his issues. Killian needed to have some faith in me, and his outburst had proven that he didn’t.

I know I hadn’t helped the situation by bringing up Perish, but well he had pissed me off. I had to point out the hypocrisy of his feelings. He had done more outside of our relationship than I had. If he got upset at me when I flung insults at Perish, I had ever right to get pissed at him when he bitched at me about the ‘Asher likes me’ conspiracy. At least I had proof that he sympathized with Perish, our captor and abuser. He had no proof that Asher liked me besides his own stupid paranoia.

My friend took a long drink, his silver earrings catching in the bluelamps that surrounded us. His arched and shaped eye brows raised as he noticed me looking at him.

“I propose a drinking game,” he smiled when he caught my eye. “Every level and every death you take a shot.” There was a light clunk as Asher set the vodka bottle on the table. He leaned forward on the radrat ripped couch and cocked an eyebrow.

“Deal.” I smiled and turned back to the game.

After a good number of shots tossed in with a couple hours we were both starting to get talkative.

“We need to think of something to do whenever we shoot a raver on Wednesday,” Asher said, he watched as I took a shot. I had just been burnt alive in lava. I hated dungeon levels.

“Bump of coke for every head shot?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “You’ve done coke before, right?”

“It’s been awhile but I have been known to indulge every once in awhile.” Asher returned the eyebrow and took the controller from me. “You may be a novice compared to a born and raised Morosian though. My district lives for three things: drugs, booze and sex.”

“You know what they say, if you find something you love, do it until it kills you.” I laughed but a moment later I swore and slammed my hand down on the coffee table. I got squished by one of those slammer things in the game.

I picked up the bottle and took a swig and handed it to Asher. I shuddered and hissed under the cold, fiery taste. I much preferred drugs.

“I have every drug under the rainbow. I’ll bring some over next time,” I offered. “I got Killian hooked on the things, might as well get you started again, but you ain’t getting them for free.”

Asher laughed and nodded, he leaned back onto the couch and put his foot up on the stained coffee table, his face was a bit flush as the shots continued to hit him. “He seems rather innocent, you two are definitely proof that opposites attract.”

The liquor was making my lips a bit lose, though I had been hesitant to talk about my personal life he knew enough just from us hanging out the last month. I felt comfortable enough to not shut down the conversation immediately. “I love him innocent, you don’t see that in the greywastes.”

Asher passed me the bottle and the controller after he died, I took a long drink, grimacing as the liquid fire burned down my throat. I made a face and started on my game.

“Innocent? I find it hard to believe you haven’t taken his innocence by now.”

“Multiple times.” Oh the alcohol was hitting me, this was why I tended to stay away from drinking. No matter, I didn’t think he would remember much of this conversation by morning anyways. And maybe it would get across that I wasn’t available, though I thought Killian was crazy for thinking he liked me.

“Has he taken yours?”

I ran right into a fireball plant, I felt my face flush. I wished it was the alcohol but it wasn’t. “Nope,” I muttered.

If I was smart I would get up and leave before I said anything else embarrassing but at this point in time it hadn’t occurred to me. The alcohol wasn’t making me feel nearly as uncomfortable as I would have been sober.

“He doesn’t seem the type.” Asher looked at me with inquisitive eyes. It was the same look Reno got when we found a brand new movie to watch. Like he couldn’t take his eyes off of the new pictures he’d never seen before. Or that’s how drunk me tried to explain it.

He set down the controller and crossed his legs up on the couch. He took a drink of the vodka as well, his eyes still watching me in fascination.

“Do you want him to one day?”

I shrugged. I had never been oppose to it, but I was happy where we were at right now. It wasn’t anything I was going to initiate and I knew he never would, so that pretty much ended the conversation.

“What about you?” I don’t know why I asked that, I guess I wanted to steer away from anything regarding me and Killian’s sex life.

Asher nodded, he leaned over and turned on the CD player beside him. AC/DC started playing quietly on the box. He took another swig and handed me the bottle. “I had a boyfriend at one point, now I just fuck who ever has a pretty face and a cock. Stopped caring after he died.”

Wow, well that was something I hadn’t expected. “Rough, dude. What happened to him?”

His pink lips pursed, but then spread into a smile. It was weighted with sadness though. “I told him I wanted to be with him forever, he said okay. Then he killed himself.”

Jesus fuck, really?

“Is that why you left Skyfall?”

Asher nodded, he tipped the clear liquor bottle from side to side and nodded. “That’s right.”

Maybe I could help with this one. Kill two horny birds with one stone. “Well I hate to parade him around like the dog he is, but Reno’s a good guy. If you don’t want to date him he has a pretty face and a nice cock.” I needed to stop drinking. Every time I opened my mouth the words flooded out like a torrent during a storm.

This got me a laugh from Asher. “Oh? You strayed from your little blond waif?”
“Never.” I shook my head, and hoped he understood that meant I never would. “We messed around a few times when we were younger. Before Killian came to Aras.”

“I would have imagined you with him. Killian... and you have nothing in common...” Asher got up and grabbed my empty wine glass. He swayed a bit as he made his way to the living room.

I wiped my hand with my face and tried to shake the drunk feeling clouding and distorting my own iron resolve and stoic nature.

Well what harm was it doing. I had had these drunken slobber talks with Reno many times. Sure Killian would have kittens if he heard Asher’s questions and comments but what did that have to do with reality? Asher was loosening up and so was I, both of us needed it. He kept his mouth shut almost as badly as I did. It was Reno and Killian that were the emotional feely talky ones.

I heard a thunk and turned my attention to the kitchen. Asher had careened into his kitchen door frame, he was cracking up. In his hand was some rat jerky and a bag of sour candies. He threw them onto my lap before grapping us each full wine glasses. He stumbled back to the couch.

“Fuck this liquor is making my lips loose.” Asher leaned his head back like I was. “My apologies if I am being to brash or outspoken. It’s the drink.”
I scoffed and waved him off. “We wont remember shit in the morning my friend. And if you do I’ll knock your brain out and make you forget.”

Asher laughed again, and we both stared up at the ceiling.

It moved and twirled around. Bits of brown, reddy brown and grey. Metal and wood and curls of paint. Oh and spots of mold too, I hadn’t seen it in that location before but there it was. Killian had missed a spot, the clean freak missed a part! I’d show him tomorrow and be all... hey you’re the cleanaphobic, and you missed that spot.

I laughed, but I stopped when I noticed something in the ceiling.

“We need to screw in that fucking sheet metal more.” My words slurred, I pointed to it. “See that screw? I have the perfect screwdriver for it. It’s just asking to be replaced. Fuck... fucking thing.”

I narrowed my eyes at it, it was taunting me. I made an oath that I would eventually get it. Unscrew it and toss it in the wasteland, that’s what it got for failing. You can’t... can’t hold up the ceiling and you gets replaced.

“Hey Reaver... did Perish fuck you?”

It took my swimming mind a few seconds to register what he was asking me. When it all clicked I looked at him like he was crazy. “Fuck no, I would have snapped his cock off.”

“So you’re a bonified bottom virgin then?”

Weird term, but alright. “I guess, yeah.”

There was some silence between us as we drank the greywine together, the music playing in the background.

My world began to swirl around me. I started feeling a weird pulling sensation in my brain. Like someone was pinching the membrane covering my brain and tugging on it. I shook my head and squinted my eyes, but the feeling was still there.

I started to feel slow, and even though I was aware, my mind swam. Oddly I felt the need to talk, I felt... I felt like talking would feel good. Touching would feel good...

I ran my hand over my arm, the sweeping stunted feeling was almost opiate like but the reward I got for the touching was more... sexual.

I made the motion to get up off the couch, but my legs were heavy. I fell right back down onto the couch.

I groaned and put the now empty wine glass down.

“Feeling off?”

I nodded, I leaned down so my elbows were on my knees and my head bowed. I shook my head, but the feeling was still there.

“When did you come to Aras, Reaver.” His voice was a steady, and as clear as crystal.
An alarm bell suddenly went off in my mind. I very drunkenly looked over at him, my brow knitted together. “You’re not drunk at all.”

Asher gave me a smile and put his glass down. He reached over and picked up my hand. He ran his own hand up and down my arm. I looked down on it, my body fully accepting this as okay even though my mind was screaming at me to retract.

“When did you come to Aras?”
“I was two.”

Asher’s hand trailed up mine, then slowly dragged back down. I was confused with how it felt, the warmth of his hands left a sensation behind that made me incredibly tingly. I was uncomfortable with how sensitive my skin was under his light feathery touch. I tried to get up again, but I fell back down.

Then he straddled me.

I shouted something, I don’t know what, but I shouted. I made an attempt to push him off of me, but he easily held my down. He pressed my hands down on the couch and they stayed down.

Something was wrong with me. I turned my head away from him, and stared forward at his closed bedroom door. I felt his breath on my neck, then a growled whisper. “Does Killian appreciate how beautiful you are?” I felt his warm lips kiss my neck.

My mind exploded with anger, but my body wouldn’t respond. I had to focus all of my energy on just lifting my arm but as soon as I dug my hand into his stomach he was once again able to easily push me away.

He kissed me again, his mouth more open. The warmth from his lips stayed on my neck, the tingling started to burn, but it was a good burn. Fuck, it felt amazing.

I groaned as the area got hotter, his touch made my neck as sensitive as my own cock. My head was exploding, I couldn’t understand what was happening to me. My instincts just told me to get the fuck out of there. Get outside, go home. Fuck, where was my radio... I needed help. Even if only Greyson was near, I didn’t care.

The next kiss brought a ragged gasp to my lips. This time he sucked playfully on my neck for a moment, before running his hand down my chest, and up my shirt. His movements were slow, sensual almost. Like he was trying to take in and enjoy every second of it. Nothing was rushed, everything was slow, gentle, lustful.

His hands against my bare skin made my tremble. I could feel each finger tip brush my stomach, leaving a glowing trail behind of burning pleasure. In the corners of my mind, where the drug hadn’t penetrated I was afraid of what he was going to make my body do.

I felt the first twitch in my groin. My brain was screaming to run, but my fucking body was still weighed down to the point of paralysis.

“Asher...” I managed to groan. “What did you do?” My teeth grinded together.

I could hear a gravely growl, he ran his hand down my abs, tracing each one. “Does it matter? You’ll remember nothing tomorrow.” He pulled my shirt up and started to kiss them. I gasped, feeling the twitch between my legs grow.

Oh god... lower.

No! No! No!

Inside of me I felt hot. It was like a slippery creature was disabling my own mind, right in front of the sentries in my head. Every part of me was paralysed or weighed down, and any movement took every bit of my concentration. I was drugged, I was drugged badly. In every bit of confusion and panic this was a neon sign in my mind. He had slipped me something, not just the typical roofie, something to make my body react like this. I had never heard of this drug, no one had. What was he going to do to me?

He kissed below my bellybutton. My cock was hard now. I grinded my teeth together, hating my own body for betraying my mind. Every touch was like a building orgasm, only to be taken away when his soft fingers left my flesh. It was maddening, confusing, terrifying. He was going to fucking rape me and my body was going to like it.