Page 30 of Ashes to Ash’s

“Do you want… to kill me?” I croaked out, as I flexed my fingers, fighting the tingling that itched my fingers now that I was breathing actual air again.

“Do I want to? Sometimes. Ash, you’re a brainfuck and you know it. You never let up on me, and now you’ve pushed me over an edge I can’t climb back up to. She broke me, and you crushed the pieces of me into dust. I think if I had access to that blade right now, one of us would die, but I don’t know which.” And that’s exactly why he won’t get that access. I could fight for my own life, if I had to, because I’d prefer to be alive and fucking him, probably even enjoy the fight for survival, but I wouldn’t ever let him hurt himself.

“I just want to be with you, Cal. I know you want that too. Just admit it. Admit you want me, and I’ll even let you fuck me first.”

Cal groaned, and used his hands on the tiles to push himself up until he was standing again.

“Maybe I’ll just shut you in here with her, and you can die while she rots.”

Like fuck! I scrambled up from the tiles, staggering a little, as the room tilted and righted itself again.

“You make it to that door first, and you can do exactly that, but if I get there first, I’ll fuck you like the repressed little bitch you are.” We both darted toward the door, and crashed through it at the same moment, and that’s when we both hesitated, freezing to stare at each other. What the fuck would happen now?

“Let me go,” Cal said quietly, backing away from the doorway so I couldn’t push him back in there.

“No way out, man. You live here with me now. Give in and I’ll be gentle.”

“You didn’t win. That’s not… I’m not letting you do that.”

I shoved him hard, sending him crashing against the wall opposite the doorway, and crowded him with my body.

“You want that though. You want my cock so far up your ass you’ll feel it for days. You’ll feel like I’m up there even when I’m out of the room, and you know what else? You’ll crave it, you’ll want me back inside you, because that’s where I fucking belong.”

Cal shuddered, and I felt it ripple through his entire body, sending a reciprocal shudder of need through me.

“Come on, Cal. Just admit it. You want me. Let me take you. Let me show you why you’re meant to be with me. Just stop fighting who you are. You’re gay. I’m gay. Let’s just fucking be gay with each other.”

I’d never been more desperate for anything. I was hornier than I’d ever been, I could feel him trembling against me, and his cock was still hard too. I knew he’d enjoy it if he’d just try. His eyes closed as his head rested back against the wall.

“I… fine… but I fuck you, not the other way around. You’ll… take… take my cock, Ash.”

Fucking gladly.

Callum

The second I said it, there was relief. The second the words left my lips, I realised it was okay to want that. It was okay to want him. Why would the Church insist that God would smite someone for loving who they wanted to love? Where was He now? Where was His almighty power, ready to destroy me for declaring what I wanted, what I needed? It was all bullshit. It was all brainwashing, and bullshit. Thank fuck I got out when I did.

“Cal, don’t overthink it. Just come with me, and you can have my ass. I’ll take you deep inside me, and I’ll let you hurt me if that’s what you want.” Hurt him? Why would he say that? I let Ash take my hand, and lead me up some stone stairs to a far more furnished floor, with pale walls, and carpets, and a plush luxury feel to it. This part wasn’t a cell like that room down there.

“Hurt you?” I asked idly, as I cast my eyes around. There was a door, clearly the door to the property, but it had a coded pad beside it, and I had no way of guessing a code, did I? I didn’t even know how many digits it required. Probably had at least one 69 in it, knowing Ash.

“Yes, baby, you can hurt me. I like pain, and I’ll love it even more from you.”

I halted, tugging my hand from Ash’s, and his forehead creased as he turned to wait for me.

“Don’t back out, Cal. Imagine how tight my ass will feel around your cock. You’ll be filling my virginal asshole, babe. I’ll be beneath you while you fucking rail me. I want that. I want it to hurt.”

Jesus. I shook my head at him, but he just smiled widely, reaching for my hand, and pressing it against his cheek.

“It’s okay, babe. I want it.” He pulled my hand away from his face then dragged it fast against his cheek with a soft slap. What was he doing? I tugged free of his grip and he nodded at me.

“Do it, babe. Slap me. Hit me. Forcibly fuck me. I’m yours. You can do what you want to me. I want it all.” He wanted me to hurt him. I clenched my fist and took a deep breath, and he nodded at me again.

“Hit me.” I thought he wanted sex. I thought he wanted me to fuck him, but now he was trying to convince me to punch him? I opened my hand again and drew it back, slamming it against the side of his face. I knew I didn’t do it hard, but the groan that uttered from his lips as his face jerked with the blow, yeah, that confirmed what he’d said. He wanted me to hurt him, and hadn’t I wanted to do that once? Did it feel good to hit him? Did I like how it felt to strike him in the face? I rested my hand against his cheek and stepped closer.

“That was good for you?”

Ash smirked. “I can take more than that. Be a fucking brute, and I’ll still enjoy it. You won’t break me, Cal. I’m a Cross. We break people, but we don’t break.”