With one arm outstretched, still aimed at the dead man in the chair, I lower the other to Torey. "Come on, get up." He grabs ahold of it and I pull him into a standing position. I place the safety back on and then flip the gun, handing it back to Torey. He numbly takes it and puts it in the back of his pants. He's shirtless, streaks of blood are all over him. This Torey is the one that I'd met initially, not the man that I'd gotten to know recently. He's eyeing the dead man with a face that doesn't hold much of anything at all. "This isn't you anymore, Tor. This isn't who you are."
"Isn't it, though?"
"It doesn't have to be."
"This," he flings an arm out to the body as his blazing blues find mine, "this is exactly who we have to be. It's who we are."
"It doesn't have to be all that we are. We are more than the violence that we can inflict. You are more than that." He just shakes his head at me in disbelief. "It's the truth whether you want to believe it or not."
"You don't understand." His voice goes several octaves lower as he adds, "I liked it. I enjoyed it. The pain I inflicted made me feel... good." Because Torey finally felt in control of something again. "I wanted Adriana to kill him."
"Why?"
"Because then it would've made sense— what I am."
My features scrunch together slightly at my sudden confusion. "What do you mean, what you are?"
"A natural born killer. Murder runs in my family's veins. This lifestyle— what I am."
"That's not quite how that works, Tor."
"But it does!" He begins pacing as he continues, "Adri has always been different, though. She's always been more like our father when it comes to being reserved about certain things."
"Murdering someone isn't something people should just be willing to do. I'd say anyone being reserved about that is a healthy, normal thing. Taking someone's life is a heavy burden to carry for anyone."
"But not for us?" His eyes snap to mine. "Why don't we struggle with the same moral qualms? What is it that makes us different if not our DNA?"
"Firstly, we were trained to do so. Secondly, out of necessity. It was our job." Specific faces cross my line of vision, ones that will haunt me till the day I die. "That doesn't mean it doesn't effect us. It's just different."
"It's not normal to want to inflict pain on others."
"That isn't what that is about." I point over to the body.
"What the fuck are you talking about? If it wasn't about that then what was it?"
"Control, Torey. I am talking about your need to control situations, things, people. You do that because inside of here," I point to my head, "and inside of here," I point to the center of my chest, "you are completely out of it."
"You're full of shit."
"Am I?" His features harden as he glares at me. I take a step forward, getting in his personal space. "Tell me again how 'in control' you were a few moments ago when you were on your knees. Tell me how you feel right now. I doubt it's 'in control'."
"Fuck. Off." He shoves me back, hard, slamming me into the wall.
"Or what? You going to have another episode and freak the fuck out? Lose your complete shit on me?" He takes a deliberate step toward me, looking like he's about to erupt. This version of Torey, that posture and look, intimidates everyone. Everyone but me. "I am not scared of you."
He puts a hand on either side of my head, leaning in close with a feral look in his eyes as he whispers, "you should be." I don't put much thought into what I do next as I push away from the wall and close the limited space between us, grab the sides of his face, and bring my lips to his. Torey tenses at first but then does exactly what I hoped he would do— takes over the kiss completely. He controls it. His mouth is on mine in a savage manner, body pushing mine up against the wall as his tongue pushes into my mouth. I let my hands wander down his sides as he grips me firmly. He's kissing me so forcefully I wouldn't be surprised if my lips bruise. When my fingers graze over one of his scars Torey instantly freezes, pulling away slightly. "Don't."
"They're a part of you." I palm his side, caressing several as I bring it up and down. Torey trembles slightly under my touch. When I go to move across his stomach he grabs ahold of my wrist.
"We should go."
"Yeah." That's when the scent hits my nose and I remember exactly where we are and who is in the room with us. Torey and I just made out in front of a dead body. "We should, uh, get cleaned up."
He lets out a laugh with, "yeah we should." I glance down and realize that the blood that had been covering Torey is now all over me. I just shake my head with a sigh before heading out of the room.
The guards look between the two of us in slight horror. They probably think that I'd been in there brutalizing the man as Torey had, not been manhandled by the man himself in a much different fashion. Once we're up the stairs my nostrils are filled with a much more pleasant smell. Too bad by the time we'll actually be able to eat the food will need to be reheated.
"God that smells fucking delicious. What'd you cook?"
"Chicken marsala."
"I'm starving." He goes to stride in the direction but I grab ahold of his arm. "What? I want to eat."
"We can eat after." He frowns. "We are not getting blood all over that beautiful kitchen. We are also not spoiling any of my cooking with this man's unsavory gore all over us." He pouts. The man actually pouts. I have to roll my eyes. "It will be here when we get back."
"Fine." He pulls his arm away from me and stalks the rest of the way out of the home to the guest house. We don't say anything before going our separate ways, Torey upstairs as I go into my room.
I make quick work of taking off my clothes and throwing them in the wastebasket before turning on the shower. Once the water is at an acceptable temperature I step inside. The stream around the drain automatically turns to a pinkish, red hue. I wash my hair and scrub my skin. The entire time I do I think about Torey's lips on mine. Just as I'm about to turn off the shower there's a movement in my peripheral. It's Torey, a very naked Torey.
He opens the glass door before stepping inside. He's washed off all of the blood, skin smooth and olive aside from the reddish marks. I want to touch him but I don't. The water flows down my skin for what seems like an eternity before Torey takes a step toward me. The moment he's close enough I can't contain myself any longer. I grab ahold of him and push him up against the wet tile. My mouth devours his, hands travel his body freely. He groans into my mouth when I land on a very specific part of him. He's hard and becomes even more so when I stroke him. Never in my life have I been intimate with a man in this manner but I am all too familiar with what feels pleasurable to the extremity in my hand.
"Fuck." Torey tosses his head back as I continue working him. I kiss down his strong jawline and into the crook of his neck. He gives my ass a hard slap before grabbing a handful of it. The action makes me grunt into his neck. "Fuck yes. Stroke it just like that." Torey surprises me by flipping our positions. Both of his hands grip my jaw almost painfully as he kisses me fiercely. His hips move with the motion of my hand, fucking it. His hands leave my face but his lips don't leave mine. "Such a nice ass." The words were a guttural grunt against my lips as he grabs ahold of it. After palming it one more time he moves to the front of me and when he grips my dick I nearly explode on contact. "You like that, don't you?" He pumps me in his hand and I choke on a moan.
He pulls away from me slightly and looks down at the two of us which has me doing the same. The sight turns me on so much it's all I can do not to come everywhere. The way Torey's mouth drops open slightly in pleasure has my cock throbbing with the need to release. "Fuck— Tor—" He claims my lips again, kissing me so deeply as I start to orgasm. His body stiffens as he begins to come with me, our sticky mess going all over one another. After several spurts leave both Torey and I we're left panting in one another's mouths.
"Well that was... different." Torey utters out after a long moment.
"Yeah," I let out a little chuckle, "something like that." We both let each other go at the same time before pulling away from one another completely. Both of us have cum all over our stomachs. A lot of it.
Torey grabs the soap and steps in front of the stream, rinsing himself. "Explain to me why cum gets so weird in the shower. Like it becomes that sticky shit on the back of gift cards that is like impossible to get off." I can't help but laugh at that as we switch positions. "Seriously though." He passes me the soap and I wash our mutual sticky mess off of me. He isn't wrong though. It's kind of like washing rubber cement off.
"I'm assuming it's like the water and oil factor."
"Okay but oil stays oil. It doesn't turn into fucking glue." I give him a shrug as I turn off the water. He steps out first. To my surprise he offers me a towel before grabbing one himself. As he tackles drying his hair I hear a muffled, "man, I am fucking starving now."
"Post-orgasm hunger is a thing." I wrap the towel around my waist and head into the bedroom to get some clothes. "Good thing I cooked." I pull out jeans, a t-shirt, and some underwear. Just as I finish tossing my shirt over my head Torey comes out of the bathroom.
"So... that." He nods his head over his shoulder.
"What about it?" He shrugs. "We don't have to talk about it, make a big deal out of it. It happened. We can leave it at that, alright?"
"Alright."
"I'll, uh, I'll see you in the kitchen." I make my way out of the room wanting to avoid any more awkwardness. Also, I'm not really up for dealing with any of Torey's personal moral qualms about what just happened between us.
A/N:
Soooo that just happened.
Thoughts about Torey and Brooks?
Happy Thirsty Thursday!