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Whoever it was they were chasing, they were fast.

And quiet.

Hell, maybe it really was nothing, or Mitri was right and they were running after an animal. His lungs burned as he pushed himself further, the feeling of something heavy in his chest calling him forward.

By the time he burst through the clearing, he was already alone.

“Amory?” he risked calling out to her, figuring even if they didn’t know who they were after, whoever had been watching was well aware of their presence. When he didn’t get a response back and couldn’t make out the sound of footsteps, he silently cursed. Had she located their suspect? Was that why they’d been separated?

Cal took a step back, planning on finding her, when the feeling strengthened. His skin prickled as his instincts screamed at him to turn tail and flee. His heart raced as he ignored it, eyes catching on a large tree trunk.

Was there someone hiding behind there?

While he was distracted, someone snuck up from behind and shoved him. He stumbled, forehead whacking against the tree he’d been staring at. Stars instantly sparked as his vision winked, and he felt a trickle of blood roll down the bridge of his nose.

Strong hands took advantage of his dazed state, shoving him harder against the bark and capturing his wrists. His arms were twisted, hands pinned at his narrow back. Cal fought, but there was a good chance he was dealing with a mild concussion or…something else.

Something that was causing his heart to flutter oddly.

He froze, realizing with a start that there was something wrong. Had hitting his head messed with his wiring? Sure, he liked pain, but he had no idea who it was behind him right now, or what they intended.

So why were his nipples suddenly hypersensitive to the way the fabric of his shirt rubbed against them when the man at his back pressed in close?

“You have a bad habit of following people into secluded places, Calix.” The voice was low, not entirely unfamiliar, but not one he could place either.

“Heathe?” Cal had followed him to the art room, was that what he meant? This had to be Heathe, right? “Wasn’t once enough?”

“Doubtful.”

He swallowed. “I won’t let you get away with it a second time. Consider the first as payment for what I’ve done. But that’s as far as it goes.”

“Payment?” he chuckled, and even though he had to be Heathe, Calix felt like maybe he was wrong.

But he couldn’t be.

Could he?

It didn’t matter who this person was, they were a clear threat.

“You dropped this.” The man at his back held up Cal’s gun just within view and clicked his tongue at him chidingly. “You should be more careful with your things. Wouldn’t want to get into trouble again, now would we? You’ve barely managed to survive through your past mistakes.”

“Heathe, enough.” Was he going to shoot him? It was a very real possibility.

“You’re the one who followed me, remember? I was minding my own business, keeping a safe distance. Controlling myself.”

“You were spying on a crime scene,” he corrected.

“I love it when you’re like this, hot and bothered. Unsure of yourself but insisting otherwise. When you put on that front that everything is fine? It’s endearing. You have no idea how badly I want inside of you,” the man breathed, hot breath gusting across Cal’s nape. “Unfortunately, there’s only so long I can keep your officer friends at bay, so we’re going to have to settle for what we can get.”

Calix’s nerves spiked when the man went quiet, but when he tested the hold on his wrists, the grip held firm. “What are you doing?”

“If I can’t get my cock inside of you today, I’ll get another part of me in there instead.” He reached for Cal’s front, and when Cal bucked and struggled, tsked at him. “Now, now. You can’t act like that. Let’s get you in the proper mood, shall we?”

“Get—” Calix felt a rush of heat course through him so suddenly it effectively shut him up. Tension coiled in his gut, blood rushing lower until he felt his balls twitch and his dick stir. “No. Shit.” He set his forehead against the rough bark of the tree and willed the hard-on away even as his body betrayed him and it grew.

“Look at you,” the man pressed his face against Cal’s in a way that prevented him from turning to see him, “already so thick and needy. You’re straining in your pants. Let me help you.”

“Don’t.” Calix ground his teeth together as his pants were undone, internally struggling with himself. He wanted to resist, but his hips flicked forward as if seeking the man’s touch, and his mind was growing foggy with each passing second. “Did you drug me somehow?”

He went over everything he’d consumed that day, but couldn’t find a moment where he’d left his food or drink alone long enough something could have been slipped into it.

“It’s no drug,” the man explained, settling Cal’s tight jeans over his thighs so his front and back were exposed to the cool summer breeze. “It’s pheromones.”

“What?” It felt like he was about to burst out of his skin, like there was a heavy weight tied to the parts between his thighs, and the only way to relieve himself would be to come. No, it was more than that. He needed— “Stop it.”

“Should I be kind and open you up properly this time?” the man purred.

“Fuck off.”

“Wrong answer.” He hit Calix’s ass with the blaster, though it didn’t really hurt because it was the side of the gun. Another silent moment passed and then he kicked Cal’s legs as far apart as the restraints of his pants would allow, and lowered the weapon.

“Stop!” Cal’s nails dug into the man’s hand still encircling his wrists as he felt the blunt tip of the blaster jab against his puckered hole.

“If you squeeze like that, it’ll only hurt more,” the man warned, though it didn’t sound like he cared much about causing Cal more pain. “Come on, I got it nice and wet for you.”

It occurred to Calix the man had been licking the gun during those quiet pauses and he shuddered. While he was coming to that realization, the man managed to notch the tip of the weapon into his entrance. Even though he knew it was true and it would only make it worse, Cal tensed up as the metal was slowly forced into his unprepared body.

“You’re gobbling it up,” the man praised, his thumb drawing what were clearly meant to be soothing circles across the back of Cal’s left hand. “Your plump cheeks are cradling the gun like it’s a perfect fit.”

Against his will, his muscles clenched, rippling around the ridges of the weapon, and a moan ripped from his lips.

“It’s all the way in now. That was almost too easy, though I do suppose it makes sense. The cock you took the other night was a lot bigger than this weapon. Can you remember it? The other night?” He dragged the gun out with the same slow pace, sighing in contentment when that had Cal’s entire body shaking and his breath noticeably hitching. “You looked so perfect covered in come, blood, and tears.”

“Heathe, please—”

“Stop calling me that,” he ordered, his voice filled with a thread of warning that instinctively sent dread trailing down Cal’s spine. “There’s no blood this time. I know you like that sort of thing, but we’re going to have to skip that as well.”

Calix shook his head, eyes closed as tears tracked down his face. The worst part was, it wasn’t because he was sad or angry, it was because he was embarrassed and caught between wanting to beg for the other man to hurry up and fuck him and his need to deny what was being said about him.

“I don’t,” he ended up forcing out. “I don’t like it.”

“As if. You came three times the other night thanks to the pain.”

“No.”

“There’s no other explanation for why you got off. You shouldn’t have been turned on at all.”

“You drugged me!”

“It was a sedative. All it did was make you sleepy. Your dick decided to wake up and play all on its own.”

Calix didn’t want to hear that. He’d been trying so hard to forget all about it. About those moments of murky clarity where he’d felt a mixture of extreme agony and horrifying bliss. Hadn’t he been called a freak that night, too? Clearly.

“You’re riding your own gun, Detective,” the man said then, breaking into Cal’s thoughts.

With a horrified start, he realized that was also true. He’d been rocking back against the blaster, fucking himself on the weapon while the man at his back had merely held it in place.

“Don’t stop,” the man ordered briskly. “Keep going.”

“No.” Taking revenge against him at the reunion was one thing, but they were now out in the open, where any of his colleagues could stumble upon them. Even if he hadn’t been drugged, something was clearly amiss here because, sure, he liked his sex kinky and the idea of being forced into it turned him on, but this wasn’t a game.

This was real.

“You aren’t my type, Heathe,” he stated, even knowing he wasn’t exactly in the position to take risks like mouthing off to the one holding the loaded weapon.

“We’re here so you can be punished,” the man said. “I didn’t like the way Mitri Meadows looked at you. I didn’t like the way you let him even more.”

Calix didn’t think that was entirely fair. It wasn’t like he could control the way someone else looked at him. A thread of anger managed to snake its way through the lust-filled haze and he grasped onto it desperately. It gave him the strength to wipe his head back, connecting with the man’s.

Pain radiated through from the hit, but the man also made a sound of pain. The satisfaction from having fought back only lasted a second, however, because instead of getting more upset, the man simply laughed.

“You really wanted that blood, didn’t you, Detective? I think you may have broken my nose. Good for you.” He started working the gun inside of Cal’s body once more, thrusting the hard metal in and out of him quickly, ignoring when that had Calix hissing. “Relax, it’ll get better in a moment. I lost control, but it’s back now.”

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, another wave of bliss blanketed over Cal, and he moaned, the sound loud and echoing amongst the trees around them. Desperation clawed at his insides. He forgot where he was or who he was with, everything boiled down to sensation, to the sparks of raw pleasure between his legs and the way his balls tightened with each harsh stroke of that unyielding metal object rubbing against his inner walls.

“Should I allow you to come?” the man fucked the gun into him harder, shoving Cal’s front against the tree so his dick rubbed against the rough surface, making him weep as pleasure burst through him. “You’re so sensitive down here. Is that enough pain to push you over the edge? Or do I need to tell you how filthy you are for wanting to orgasm at a time like this? While a stranger pummels your hole with an object that could kill you in an instant. If my finger slipped on the trigger…”

“Do it,” Cal challenged, too drunk on the pheromones or whatever the hell it was to have any grasp on the concept of fear. “That’s why we’re here, isn’t it? You want to make me suffer for what I’ve done.”

“What have you done, Calix?”

“I hit Nero with my car.”

“Ah, that.”

His brow furrowed, but then the weapon twisted, sending him up onto his toes with a howl.

“Come,” the man ordered. “Show me how filthy you truly are.”

Cal was in the process of shaking his head, but then the hand holding his wrists let go, coming around to find his dick.

The man buried the gun all the way to the hilt and then gave him two pumps of his fist.

And that was all it took.

Calix screamed, the man wringing him through his orgasm and then past it, to the point where everything felt like too much. He squirmed in his hold, sounds of protest tearing from his throat even as the gun was fucked in and out of his battered hole and his dick was rubbed raw.

He came one more time in a matter of minutes before the man at his back whispered something he didn’t catch, and Cal promptly passed out.