Swallowing Mayhem (4 page)

Chapter Four

This was my
first time
undercover. I’d never had to go deep
to the point where I was questioning so much. They needed someone the club
wouldn’t know. Well, that was me and I was suddenly unsure if they picked the
right guy for the job. I was sitting in the upstairs bar. It had closed a while
ago and I told Prospect I’d clean up. He took the nice couch downstairs because
he’d been here longer. I didn’t feel like sleeping.
Too much
thinking and worrying.

The lights around me flickered
and jerked me out of my thoughts.

I stood and went to the large
window in the front. There were two actually, one on each side of the plain
door that lead to stairs. However, this was higher so I could see the buildings
better. Some of the bright lights hugged the edge of the city so patrols could
see if any of the MC’s
were
coming from
that direction. There was a couch here. Two people max and I knelt on it. My
arms curled on the top as I
stared
out.
The night was quiet.
A little cloudy.
The lights
blinked three times rapidly then went out. The window was my only source of
light and that was just from the stars.

“Dust storm.”
Mayhem startled
me with his deep baritone voice.

I glanced
behind
me as the wind outside picked up.
“Yeah.
Going to be a dark night.”
Mars didn’t have rain. When
we had a storm, it was all wind and red dust scratching your skin and annoying
your eyes. Nearly all the buildings were set for some seriously high winds. A
few construction rigs had fallen down in the past. The only major
thing from a storm on Mars were
the lights. Our electricity
was all solar. At night, the solar power collected from the day powered us up. However,
a bad storm with strong winds tended to fry the backup.
Thus,
no lights.
Eh, it didn’t bother me.
So, what if we had
to sulk around in the dark for a while.
I bet the government was going
to panic now that the lights on the edge of the city were defunct. They’d
probably step up their patrol at least by three men. The couch dipped and I was
surprised to see Mayhem kneeling next to me. While I was thinking, he must have
lit up a cigar. The end was bright as he inhaled and the white smoke swirled
around him. “The city looks nice like this.
All dark.
Hints of light from candles in windows.”

“Kind of looks like Earth,” he
muttered.

There was only the prison on
Earth now. There’s
mining,
but mostly
we’re trying to let nature take it back into the amazing planet it used to be
before we fucked it up. I’d never been to the prison there. The guards were
paid a lot of
money,
but it was a minimum
ten-year gig. Ten years on Earth away from the city, your family, your whole
world. That’s beside the fact that getting to and from wasn’t exactly incident
free. I think the count was up to over ten thousand dead because of asteroids,
malfunctions,
etc
. “Your father sent you there.”

He nodded. “That was my first
time.
Only for a year.”

He’d survived more than one trip.
Not a common occurrence. Prisons didn’t use expensive transport ships. They
were thrown in a cheaply made pod and shot out into space, hopeful that the trajectory
didn’t get messed up or an asteroid hit them before they landed.
“Two times?”
I knew he was older than me from the government
file. Mayhem was thirty-seven. Eleven years older than me. But I never got to
read the whole file. Now, I wondered how many times he’d been there.

“Second time was the worst. My
fucking pod malfunctioned.
Almost sent me into the damn sun.”
He took a puff of his cigar. “Peacekeepers raided
this joint
years
ago.
Probably before you had hair around your
dick.”

“Funny.” I rolled my eyes.

“Shitheads found our alcohol
stash. Since its illegal, I took the fall for the club. Two years because of
the high alcohol volume. I wasn’t as big back then either.” He flexed his
muscle.

The movement made those uncomfortable
feelings rise. My dick nudged to life.
Damn
it!

“I got into many fights to prove
my ass wasn’t a free hole.”

I winced. The prison rumors have
been gaining that the guards were becoming too lax.

“Third time was three long
years.”

“Fuck,
” I muttered.
Three times in prison.
Mayhem wasn’t just a threat he was
the
threat.

“That time was for explosives. I
was getting better with them, practicing more. I blew up a
car
that held gun ammunition for the
peacekeepers. They didn’t like it all that much. But I loved watching it. There’s
this quiet, a stillness almost, and then that rumble as the bomb begins. The
explosion makes my blood pump faster. My heart beats so strong sometimes I
think it might burst. People run, screaming, debris fills the area and that tiny
bomb has disintegrated, creating mayhem.”

Suddenly his name made sense.

“I watched too long. They caught
me. Three years and I had nasty fuckers for guards that time. I couldn’t keep
count how many men they beat into submission. I worked the mine instead of
staying in their radar. Down there, there’s nothing but rock and dust. It’s
where I started using my muscle, working them bigger, and I was hooked.
Smoked my first cigar there too.”
Mayhem shook his head and
snorted.
“Traded it for a blowjob on some ugly fucker that
had a body like a god.”

I scoffed, hiding my erection closer
to the couch. My dick was lengthening. The shaft growing and that soft skin
was
thickening. What the fuck? Why did he stir up all these
things inside me? I’d spent twenty-six years of my life happy to be a straight
man. However, when I went to the breeding house I only picked the virgins. I
made sure their first time wasn’t rough or horrible. Well, less horrible
than
it could be. I hadn’t been to the house in
years, even before they blew it up. I was content with my hand and now my dick
was getting all excited
for
another man.
It made no fucking sense.

“Six years of my life spent on Earth.
It’s not as bad as they say there. Quiet. Dark but the air’s fresher and
there’s rain. Water falls from the sky. Sometimes it even turns colder and
forms these ice crystals that dissolve on your skin.”

“Snow.”
I read about
that. No law-abiding citizen on Mars ever experienced rain or snow before.
Mayhem had me wondering about it. The wind outside blew hard against the
window. There were small dinging noises as thicker pieces of
sand
hit.

“We all did time for this club,
Torrin.”

There he was saying my name
again. It unnerved me how he was the only one not to call me Two or asshole or
shithead. It made this bond between us grow but my betrayal sting harder.

Mayhem looked at me. “This isn’t
just a bunch of guys. This is a family. Some of us are a little more fucked up
than
others.” He sucked on his cigar.
“Whip.”

The computer
guy.
I lifted a brown eyebrow.
“Really?”
How bad was Whip
that even these guys thought he was out there?

“Yeah.
Don’t ever
agree to sex with him.”

“Noted.”

“I’m glad you joined us.”

I
smiled,
but it was hard to hold. Thankfully the light still hadn’t turned on so he
wouldn’t be able to see too much of the lie in my expression.

Mayhem let out a deep breath,
more smoke filling the room. “I’m going to go make sure the garage is locked up
tight. Last time Prospect didn’t lock the door and we had a good foot of sand
in there.
Fucking idiot.”
He backed off the couch and
gave my butt a smack.

It was so startling I jerked.
“The fuck?”

Mayhem laughed. It was a long,
deep laugh that made me wonder if his chest rumbled with the sound. Then he
walked off.

I glanced back at the dust storm
raging outside and the one raging in my pants.

Chapter Five

The lights were out all night. I
fell asleep on the couch, thinking about homosexual things that did nothing but
embarrass and confuse me. Why would I possibly focus on Mayhem’s words about
his first blowjob? I constantly wondered what his dick looked like, felt like, and
tasted like. I woke up with a
hard-on
that I was tempted to deal with. However, the rest of the club was up. I was
doing
paperwork
for the garage,
then
stuck helping a mechanic. Of course, it wasn’t complete
until I got to clean the clubhouse. It was all boring, menial
shit,
but that’s what a prospect did.
Thankfully, Prospect actually didn’t mind doing this work. He took over for me
as the sun started to set. I made my way to the garage. The bar had a lot of
people in it and the patch members were up there so I had some time to actually
think. Not that I wanted to. I walked to the garage and found a bike they’d
fixed up. I sat on the seat, placing my hands on the handles to feel it out.
I’d ridden before. Hell, most of the population rode hover bikes. They were
twice as cheap as hover cars and easier to park. I had to buy one for this
undercover
assignment,
but I hadn’t used
it. Not once. It was out there in the parking lot looking sad and pathetic.

The sun was fading, shadows
filling up the brightness that was there a minute ago. I was left to think.
What the hell was I going to do? I actually wanted to come clean to the club.
The things Mayhem said made sense. I understood why they felt the need to fight
and that small, nagging voice I always pushed down was rising. Things kept
popping
up,
memories that made me wonder whose side I
was on. A slave was sold and a child beaten and I didn’t talk to my father
anymore. Most men would have encouraged the brutality because that was the law.
I hated the way we treated women. It was all crashing down on me like a dust
storm suddenly picking up boulders. Hit after hit crushed me under the weight
of my thoughts. I knew that if the government called me for a report, I’d lie.
I’d actually lie and it would be solely to protect this club.
For Mayhem.
He got to me like no one else ever had. Damn it,
how does a guy suddenly show interest for dick? That should be
impossible,
but the bulge in my pants said
otherwise.

My life was so fucked up I didn’t
even know which direction was up.

Then I heard heavy steps coming
down the hall. Mayhem came out the door I left open. His face was almost red
with rage. What had happened?

“What’s wrong?”

He walked up to me and fucking
slugged me in the face. The punch was so strong and well placed that I lost my
balance and fell off the damn bike. My eye radiated pure pain and I knew it’d
be one hell of a black eye.

“
You fucking
shithead!” He spoke
quietly,
but it was suppressed
rage. He came
around
the bike, hands
still fisted.

I fumbled to my feet. The guy
that gave me a hard-on was also going to beat me to death. That seemed more
fucked up than usual.
“Mayhem?”

He threw something at me. It
bounced off my shirt and landed on the floor. Even with the dim light, I recognized
it. My throat closed up and breathing became hard. I lifted my head and started
at the angry
beast
before me. What he
threw at me was an information chip. The one I stole from the chapel. It had
blueprints for the peacekeeper buildings. It wasn’t enough to hurt the club but
maybe show their intention with the bombings. The government didn’t think it
was enough and kept me here. Now, Mayhem found it.

“You.
Are.
The.
Rat.”
Each word was forced out between clenched teeth.

Oh,
fuck
.
I braced myself but took his punch. I felt the sharp pain as his fist slammed
into my stomach. I fell forward and he grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me
up to stare at him.

“You fucking rat.” He wrapped his
hand around my throat.

Air
was suddenly
not getting in. I sputtered, shaking my head but I didn’t fight him. I deserved
this beating. It was for all the times I should have done the right thing and
didn’t. It was for all the people I hurt being a peacekeeper. Mayhem
let
go of my neck and hair then slugged me in
the face again. I felt my lip split, the blood seeped into my mouth tasting
coopery. I landed hard on my side and moved to my knees. Blood dribbled down my
chin as Mayhem picked me up by my hair again. “I’m not a rat!” I managed to
yell before he hit me again.

Mayhem hesitated. “Don’t
lie
to me, fucker.”

“I swear. I am not a rat. I’m a
peacekeeper.” Okay, not the best plan ever. His fingers tugged my hair harder
until I thought he’d tear the strands right out of my scalp. “I’m sorry. Jesus,
Mayhem. I’m sorry.”

His gaze traveled the line of
blood coming from my split lip. “You betrayed us.”

“I know and I’m sorry. I didn’t
realize the peacekeepers, the government, were the bad guys. That’s all I
knew,
but you opened my eyes, Mayhem. You
showed me the truth.” I thought for sure he’d kill me, but apparently Mayhem
liked me because he didn’t. He stood there, breathing heavily and frowning. “I
didn’t give them anything else. I could have. I could have given them a lot of
shit,
but I didn’t, Mayhem.” I spit some blood
out of my mouth, the sanguine liquid already slowing down. “I made a mistake. I
didn’t know. Don’t kill me.”

Mayhem
let
me go and kicked the bike. His expression was fucking scary
like a wild animal about to charge. “If I tell the club, they will gut you.
Rats are only useful when they’re fucking dead. But I cannot
hide
anything from them. They’re my brothers.
You’re just a man I’m attracted to. You should have no fucking hold on me.”

“What if I can give the club
something they want?
Something big.”

“There’s nothing...”

“What if I can give them the
blueprints to the government building?” I was in there quite a bit because of
my father and then being a promising peacekeeper.

Mayhem stilled. “You’re serious.”

“Yes. I give them the blueprints,
they spare my life, and...
and
let me stay in the
club.”

“Are you bleeding in the fucking
brain? Why the fuck would you want to stay in the club, you’re a damn
peacekeeper!”

“Was.
I was a
peacekeeper. You changed that.” Then I used my big balls in an entirely
different manner. I used them for fucking courage and kissed Mayhem. Hey, if
they killed me at least I
went knowing
these confusing
feelings had some kind of outlet. It was different kissing a man. His lips were
rougher. His beard scraped at my skin. My lip bled more as our mouths pressed
together. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to take the lead or he was. I pulled
back surprised by how much I liked kissing him.

“You’re a stupid fucker,” Mayhem
said then grabbed my shirt and tugged me to him.

This kiss was more action. Our
lips parted, our mouths
fused
together,
and his tongue pressed into my mouth. I was still as Mayhem showed me he was
dominant.
He was the one taking charge. I
wasn’t sure where to put my hands. Did I place them on his shoulder or his
hips? Did I touch him lower? Hug? I was lost. Then I was swept away by his
kiss. He made my mouth feel raw and ravaged. His tongue found mine. Our saliva
mixed with a few drops of my blood and this kiss took on a completely new
meaning. This shoved me from confused into surety. I knew I’d done the right
thing. Mayhem felt right. He moved away, staring at me with
half-lidded
eyes.

“I guess I’m a stupid fucker
too.”

I
snorted,
but the adrenaline was fading. My face and stomach were starting to hurt.

Mayhem winced as he touched below
my eye.

“I deserved it.” I honestly
believed that. Hopefully, Outlaw and the club would see it as fit punishment
and not a prelude to more pain for my lapse in judgment. “I meant what I said.
You changed me.”

Mayhem inhaled and exhaled
slowly. “We can’t just come out and tell him. Not right now.
After
our guest leaves.”

Who was coming?

“At chapel
tonight.
We’ll fucking tell him.” Mayhem placed his forehead against mine.

It was awkward. Okay, I felt
awkward. It wasn’t every day I was this close to a man that I wasn’t fighting
with.
“Now what?”
Did we kiss again? I kind of wanted
to. I wanted to see how far this whole gay thing would go. I wasn’t sure if I
was ready to take it up the ass
yet,
but
kissing had
a been
a damn good start and I liked it
enough to try again.

“We get you cleaned up. You look
like shit.”

I scoffed. “You should see the
other guy.”

Mayhem grunted.

We made our way into the living
room. He pushed me onto the couch and went behind the bar. Mayhem came back
with a glass filled with amber-colored liquid and a small box. I threw the
drink back, letting the burn curb some of the pain in my face. Mayhem pulled a
laser pen from the box and held my chin in his hand. After kissing
him,
this seemed like a tame touch but it still
made my cock jerk in my pants. I couldn’t believe I was gay. You’d think over
the past few years it would have come up. What the fuck?

“Don’t move,” he said quietly,
leaning forward. The laser pen was bright in the dull
room
. I felt it close the split lip and sealed it
with heat
. Thankfully, the laser also had a
numbing agent. These pens were hard to come by. I wondered where the club found
it. Then I was entirely focused on Mayhem. He finished with the pen and our eyes
caught,
his hand still on my chin, the laser pen fell
to the couch, and he shifted forward. Our mouths were less than an inch apart.
I could feel his breath
on
my lips like a
whisper.

“Mayhem.”
My voice rushed
across the space but was barely audible.

“
Don’t
fucking ruin the moment,” he muttered then pressed his lips to mine. Our touch
was just as intense as in the garage.

It was strange kissing a man.
Even closing my eyes I could tell it wasn’t a woman. The stubble scratched at
my freshly shaven skin.
His
lips were
harder, more demanding as his tongue slid in. His hand shifted to the back of
my head. He held me still as his mouth pillaged mine. There was no tenderness
in the touch. Mayhem was pure, raw need.

He pulled away. “You’re going to
follow me, Torrin.
Right now.”
He stood.

When he said my name, I shivered.
Yeah, I stood. I’d given up my job, my livelihood, my life, to remain in this
club. If Outlaw did kick me
out,
or kill
me, at least I could deal with these feelings for Mayhem. He started walking
down the hall and I followed. I knew what gay men did. I mean there was a seminar
in school about what was considered homosexual and why it was illegal. Now, I
wished I’d paid closer attention.

Mayhem stood at his bedroom door.
“Inside.
Now.”

I nodded and walked in. The room
wasn’t big, enough to fit a
two-person
bed and a mirror over a dresser. The drawers were open. I could see socks and
shirts hanging out of them. Neat, he wasn’t. Not that I cared. I think I was
actually trying to stall. It made me clear my throat.

Mayhem closed the door. “You ever
suck cock before, Torrin?”

I shook my head.

Mayhem grunted. “Good. You won’t
have any bad habits. And you’ll learn faster what I like.” He pulled off his
shirt.

I’d seen Mayhem shirtless
before,
but I was always trying to avoid
staring at him. Now I looked at him openly. He was thick with muscle. Mayhem
had eight pack abs and tan skin. His nipples were small or maybe it was because
his pecs were so muscular. He had more tattoos
than
just the one on the back of his neck. Above his heart were the letters D and C.
I knew they were for two club members who died because almost everyone had
those marks and I had asked Prospect. They were
script
with the C coming dangerously close to his nipple. The word Outlaw was in bold,
arching over his belly button. Underneath was MC of Mars. I reached out to
touch him, feeling audacious and awkward at the same time.

Mayhem stepped back. “You take
yours off first.”

I scoffed. “Okay.” Suddenly being
shirtless with another man was a big deal. I peeled the black shirt off my
torso and threw it on his bed. Mayhem eyed me. I was fit for the peacekeepers
but also because I liked jogging. It helped me loosen up. What I wouldn’t give
to loosen up right now.