Page 12 of Devil May Lie (The Devils of Vitality #6)

Madden allowed Berga to sleep for a couple of hours before he got to work. The house was surprisingly empty, so it took him longer to find all the things he needed—and he didn’t even need that many.

Instead of handcuffs, he settled for three of the black ties from Berga’s closet. He used another as a blindfold, securing it tightly over the sleeping man’s face, careful not to jostle him too much and wake him too soon. For someone who dealt with the sick and depraved on the daily, however, Berga was a seriously sound sleeper. He didn’t rouse once, not even when Madden lifted his wrists and attached them to the rungs of the headboard.

Or when he squirted a healthy dose of lemon-scented body lotion onto his fingers and pressed them against Berga’s entrance.

Madden tossed the comforter off the bed and situated himself between the Butcher’s spread thighs, easing his middle finger past that tight ring of muscle gently at first. The mind was a funny thing. If he could stimulate Berga before he fully woke, his body would react to the pleasure before his brain had the chance to reject it.

No part of Madden was having problems with getting aroused. The Butcher was too sexy, all splayed out for him. Tied up and blindfolded, completely at his mercy. That’d never really been his thing before. With past lovers, he might have held them down a time or two, but he’d never needed or wished for bondage play to get off.

He pushed a second finger into him, grinning when that finally got a reaction.

The Butcher moaned softly and rolled his hips, but it was impossible to tell if he was trying to gain more pressure or get away.

Madden slid a palm up from his navel across his chest, moving to tweak his right nipple. When Berga arched his back, he repeated the move, this time with a little more force.

The Butcher’s dick came awake before he did, lengthening between them until it’d lifted proudly in the air, aimed directly at Madden. It was tempting to suck him off again, but that was going to have to wait until next time. He had a plan to stick to.

His fingers stretched him open slowly, slipping in and out until there was little resistance aside from Berga’s body clinging to him every time he pulled out.

In all his musings, Madden had forgotten the most important thing. They were both Devils of Vitality.

And there was only one way to get the upper hand with one of them.

Dominate them, completely and totally.

Madden was going to empty Berga’s mind and fill it up with useless thoughts of him—Useless, not meaningless. He’d make it so that all the Butcher thought about when they were apart was this coming moment, waking already in the process of being taken.

He removed his fingers and picked up the other item he’d brought to the bed, coating that with body lotion as well before bringing the metallic tip of it to Berga’s hole.

The Butcher came awake as he was forcing it inside.

“What the—” Berga let out a strangled sound and tugged on his arms, head tipping backward when he discovered he couldn’t move them. He pulled again, mouth opening slightly before he cursed. “What the hell is this?! Madden?”

“Right here, baby.” He shoved the object in another couple of inches to help emphasize his presence, smirking when Berga hissed. “Does that hurt? I tried to open you up as much as possible, but we both know how tight you are down there. At least I’m giving you this before my cock. Isn’t that nice of me?”

“What the hell is that?!” Berga struggled, lifting one of his legs from the bed, no doubt about to try kicking him.

Madden caught him before he could, shoving his thigh flush against the mattress as he thrust the object the rest of the way in and wiggled it around.

Berga cried out, jerking beneath him, a slew of curses leaving his pretty pink lips.

“When you told me you didn’t take it up the ass, I didn’t entirely believe you,” Madden said. “But I do now. There’s not a single sex toy in this apartment. How do you get off when you’re alone?”

“What,” he growled, lifting his head, probably glaring behind the thick cloth of the makeshift blindfold, “the hell is inside of me right now?”

“This?” Madden twisted it again, laughing. “This is my blaster. It was the closest thing to phallus-shaped I could find. Trust me, I looked for a while too.”

Berga froze. “Are you telling me you have a gun shoved up—”

“I emptied the clip,” he reassured him. “Don’t worry. It’s perfectly safe. Besides, you can’t tell me it doesn’t feel good right now.” Madden pulled it free and then drove it back in, eyes locked on the spot where Berga’s body took the metal like an offering. “You should see how hot you look getting fucked by my weapon, baby. Your hole’s already beet red. I wonder how puffy it’ll look once you’re being railed by my cock.”

“Madden,” Berga growled, “Stop this immediately.”

“I’m just getting started.”

“This—”

“I don’t like being ignored, and you’ve got days of missed calls and unreplied text messages to make up for,” he stated. “You owe me. You’re going to pay me back with this plump ass of yours. It’s not a negotiation, Butcher. Why do you think I wisely tied you up first? You need to learn who you belong to.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Berga scowled. “We settled all scores already. Let me go, or the next pill I feed you will make you wish you only had worms protruding from your eyeballs.”

That was admittedly disgusting, but Madden found himself undeterred nonetheless.

Madden picked up the pace, ramming the gun in and out of Berga fast enough he was a writhing, moaning mess unable to string a full sentence together in less than a minute. “You’re so good at taking it,” he taunted, “I can’t fathom how you wasted so much time giving it when you could have been the receiver.”

“Shut,” Berga tried to blindly undo the ties at his wrist, “up!”

He wrapped his hand around Berga’s dick and began stroking him in time with the motions of the gun. Despite the man’s protests, he was dripping for him, precome making the glide of his palm easy as he pumped him.

“Condom!”

“Didn’t use them,” Madden said, anticipating it would irk him. This was only part one of the plan. Ease him into things, so to speak.

Madden wasn’t a complete monster.

“I have condoms!” Berga’s head flung back against the pillow when Madden buried the gun in as deep as it could go and wrung his dick in his closed fist all at once.

“True, I did see those.” Didn’t mean he was going to use them though. “Does this make you uncomfortable, baby? You’re the one who got into bed with a Devil. Really, you only have yourself to blame. You know what we’re like—you are one. Shouldn’t have taken the risk.”

“I didn’t have a choice!”

His eyes narrowed and left the gun inside of him and reached to cup his balls. Berga tried to close his legs, but Madden was having none of that, sure to keep them forced open by sliding in until his cock bumped against the handle of the weapon.

They both moaned at the contact.

“Come for me,” he ordered, flicking his hips to continue to tap against the gun, working them both higher.

“No,” Berga stubbornly clipped out, but they both knew he was close .

Madden jerked him faster. “Come for me, and I’ll plug you up with what you really want.”

“I don’t want it!”

“I saw you staring at my cock in the bathroom.” That was a lie. Berga had snuck a peek or two, sure, but he hadn’t outright stared at all. There hadn’t been anything sexual about that moment between them, so Madden wasn’t actually mad about it. Still, didn’t mean he couldn’t use it to rile the other guy up.

Berga opened his mouth to argue but immediately snapped it shut again.

Madden laughed. “You’re so close, baby. Be a good boy and blow a load for me, yeah? I want to see you all pretty and glistening. I’m sure you can’t tell with the blindfold, but I made sure to turn all of the lights on before getting started.

His jaw clenched as he fought against his own body, then managed to growl, “Condom.”

He draped himself over Berga, mouth hovering over his nipple. “No.”

The second his tongue flicked over that bud, Berga lost the battle between them.

Madden shot up, angling Berga’s dick at the same time so when he came the thick ropes splattered all across Berga’s chest. Some even hit him underneath the chin, the gooey string sticking and plopping onto the center of his throat.

Berga made a sound, a mixture of passion and agony as he twitched in Madden’s hold. The orgasm didn’t last long, but it’d done what it was supposed to.

Letting go of his flaccid dick, Madden smeared his hand through the spunk, painting Berga’s chest with it. When the Butcher keened, he hushed him soothingly, reaching up to pet at his damp hair.

“Don’t touch me,” Berga snapped. “And stop. Clean this up right now.”

“Why? It’s just come, baby.”

“This is disgusting!”

“I don’t think so,” he disagreed. “I think it’s sexy. I think you’ve never looked hotter than you do right now. Besides,” time for part two, “it’s not any worse than what the rest of you is covered in.”

Berga went still as a statue instantly. “What…What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, did you think I took a trip to the corner store or something? You know you don’t have any lube here either, Butcher. This is your house, after all.”

“Madden.”

“Also, I needed to empty out the clip so it’d be safe to use on you, right? Your neighbor was kind enough to take the bullets for me.”

Berga swallowed, and he watched the movement of his throat bobbing. “Madden, tell me you did not murder Mrs. Crumby.”

Mrs. Crumby? He wasn’t sure what to be surprised over more, the fact that a married lady lived next door or that Berga knew her by name.

“It’s fine. No one will know. I dragged the body here and decided to use the blood for— ”

Berga wretched, completely cutting Madden off. Nothing came up, but it happened a couple of times before he was finally able to ask, “Tell me there isn’t blood on me.”

Admittedly, he was starting to question his own plan, but it was too late to back down now so…

“Only on your thighs and your balls. And inside of you.”

Berga shook his head. “No.”

Unlike his sister, Madden was pretty smart. Attentive even. Even though he didn’t flaunt it like the medical student currently about to take his cock, Madden had a genius-level IQ. So it wasn’t that amazing that he’d picked up on Berga’s issues today, even if they were a bit more complex than he’d initially believed.

It wasn’t germs that the Butcher feared.

It was the idea that other people would find him dirty if he had them on him.

Eventually, he was going to have to discover the why, but one thing at a time. He shushed Berga again as he watched him slowly begin to unravel, and actually felt a little bad about his hand in things.

“I like you better when you’re put together,” Madden murmured, realizing that truth himself.

“Madden, please,” the desperation was starting to return to his voice. “Get it off. Get it off of me.”

“You look pretty though,” he insisted. “It matches your eyes.” Not really. Berga’s eyes were more of a fuchsia than red .

Berga made a pained sound. “Madden. Fine. I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever. Just get the blood off of me.”

“You’re going to do whatever I want anyway, Butcher.” But he’d seen enough. Madden captured Berga’s legs and folded them up, tearing the gun violently out and tossing it. He lined his crown up to that opened channel and then slowly inserted himself.

“No! No! No!” Berga rolled his head on the pillow and fought by kicking his feet, but he couldn’t get loose of Madden’s hold, his hips pinned as he was filled. “I’m going to kill you! I’m going—”

Madden shushed him. “The experiment is over, baby. I lied. Mrs. Crumbly is probably asleep and the only thing you’re covered in is sweat and come.” Probably tears as well, but something told him Berga wouldn’t take kindly to him pointing that last one out.

Funny, that after the stunt he’d just pulled, Madden even thought to consider his feelings.

Berga stopped fighting as Madden bottomed out, and they both stilled. “Really?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I do really believe you’d look sexy in blood. But fucking you in someone else’s isn’t really my idea of a good time.” He settled himself over Berga, chest to chest, bending his legs even more in the process until his knees were practically at their ears. “You’re very flexible.”

“I’m still going to kill you,” Berga stated, but the edge had left his voice, and his dick was hardening once more against Madden’s stomach. “Just wait, as soon as I’m untied—”

“You’ll pass out long before then,” Madden promised, laughing when Berga sucked in a sharp breath at that. He kissed him, groaning when Berga parted his lips and allowed his tongue slip inside.

A second later, he swore and pulled back.

“You bit me.” Madden hadn’t seen that coming. “The jokes on you, though, because now you really do have blood on you.”

Berga licked at the speck of red coating his full bottom lip. “I’ve just decided that your blood doesn’t count.”

“That so?” That sounded…dangerous.

“Apparently,” Berga confirmed. “Which means it won’t be a big deal if it sprays on me when I slit—”

Madden started moving, dragging his cock all the way out to the tip before thrusting back in. He began pummeling his insides, that hot, tight grip around him driving him mildly insane faster than he could blink. His balls slapped against Berga’s ass as he fucked him, the bedpost whacking into the wall—loud enough it would ideally wake Mrs. Crumbly from her slumber.

Berga resisted when Madden went to kiss him again, but they fought for dominance until Madden captured his jaw and held him still. He drove his tongue into his mouth with the same speed as his hastening hips, practically daring Berga to bite him a second time .

When he did, a sharp pain followed by the taste of copper hit his tongue, Madden laughed. He’d left the guy with nothing to fight with but his teeth, after all. Of course he was going to use them.

Madden nipped at the corner of Berga’s mouth, then lapped at the spot beneath his ear.

Berga bucked against him and whimpered, then attacked, quick as a whip. His mouth latched onto the spot between Madden’s neck and his shoulder and he clamped down, breaking skin.

He fucked him through the ache, too focused on the burning between his legs to care much about any discomfort elsewhere. Madden let Berga sink his teeth in, responding by hammering him even harder with his cock.

“I want to split you open and crawl around inside of you,” Berga suddenly dropped away, falling back against the pillow, words spilling from his crimson-stained lips in a flourish that almost didn’t make sense.

“Good Light knows I like being inside of you,” Madden countered, only for the Butcher to shake his head.

“Not that kind of inside. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking you’re squeezing my cock so hard you might break it off. What are you thinking?”

“I don’t know.”

Madden grinned. “No?”

“Untie me.”

“So you can claw my eyes out?” He clucked his tongue. “Pass.”

“Untie me.”

“Not going to happen, Butcher. Just,” he slammed into him, “take it like the good doctor you are.”

“Like Jekyll?”

He laughed. “Yeah. Like my Jekyll.”

“And you’re Hyde, right?”

“Because I’m the monster currently fucking your brains out?”

“No,” Berga said. “Because only one of us can win this.”

“I’m about to come on you,” Madden pointed out. “I think I’ve already won, baby.”

That caught his attention, and Berga angled his head. “ On me?”

Madden lifted onto his knees and then pulled out just as the orgasm ripped through him. He grunted and braced himself with a hand on Berga’s left knee, the other grabbing onto his cock to aim.

He practically gushed all over him, come drenching Berga’s chest in opaque white. Madden continued to rock his hips through it, wringing every last drop from his slit until even the bed sheets beneath the Butcher were noticeably soaked. Then, before he could hear any more complaints, he flipped the Butcher onto his stomach and speared back into his gaping hole.

Berga’s screams quickly turned to moans as Madden held him by the hips and brutally fucked him into the mess they’d made.