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Calix was only vaguely aware that he was crying, tears pooling down his face to wet his cheeks, but he couldn’t tell if it was due to the conversation, the sense of helplessness he was experiencing, or the overstimulation of having his hole pounded and his dick sucked at once.

“I don’t even know you,” he ended up saying, which, in hindsight, was probably the worst thing he could have said.

Because, truthfully, he did know Titus Mercer. He knew him very well, in fact.

How could he not, when the monstrous side of Calix recognized the monstrous side of the director?

He didn’t need to know boring details like where the guy's family was or if he was still close with his mom. Didn’t need to know what Titus stayed up doing at night or if he liked spicy food more than sweet food.

When he thought of falling for someone, none of those things had ever come to mind. All he’d ever wanted was for someone to look at him without disgust. To accept him for who he truly was.

To hurt him when he wanted it and scold him when he needed.

Being owned by a man he hardly knew wasn’t the problem.

No, the issue here was Calix. Pure and simple.

“I can never be what you want me to be,” he confessed.

Aodhan made a choking sound, but didn’t let up, the look in his eyes turning almost pitying when Cal risked glancing down at him.

“All right,” Titus said, and there was something chilling in his tone Calix had never heard before. “I see the kind route isn’t working. Since you’re unwilling, allow me to show you that I can be demonic enough for all three of us.”

“What—” The sounds on the other side of the glass changed so suddenly, it caught Cal off guard. He lifted his head just in time to see the chaos shift from carnal to bloodlust, moans turning to screams of rage as the people outside turned on one another.

They clawed and bit, some tearing huge chunks of flesh off the partners they’d just been mindlessly fucking seconds prior. Blood exploded in bursts, covering clothing and naked bodies, fists swinging and battle cries echoing in the air.

A man scrambled up to the two-way mirror and started pounding on the glass, his flaccid dick dangling between meaty thighs.

It took Calix a second to recognize it was Mr. Edwarz.

Before the man who’d bid on the sylar could do any sort of damage to the glass separating them, he was pulled back into the fray by three men and taken to the ground.

One bent over and used his teeth to tear the man’s cock off, spitting the severed appendage to the side.

Calix squeezed his eyes shut, the mouth sucking on his dick no longer as welcomed as it’d been before.

“He won’t hurt you like that,” Titus reassured, roughly grabbing Calix’s jaw and shaking his head until his eyes popped open again. “I’ve only altered things out there. You’re safe, so long as you stay with us. Keep watching, baby. This is your doing.”

“No.” Cal refused to take responsibility for this. “This is a nightmare. Make it stop.”

“The people we like have already gone,” Aodhan pulled off Cal’s dick with a loud slurp and said.

He traced the scars on the inside of Cal’s thigh.

“I wish these were gone as well. You’d look so much better with our names carved into your flesh, right here, as close to your intimate parts as we can get.

You liked it when I carved that A. If only I had a knife right now. ”

Calix shivered. “I thought you said it only affected the outside.”

Titus grunted. “That’s just Aodhan being Aodhan and you know it. He’s not being influenced by me.”

The doctor clicked his tongue. “Should I tell you a secret?”

Cal wasn’t sure, but it wasn’t really a question anyway.

“His ability doesn’t really work on me,” Aodhan confessed. “Sometimes, with some things, but rarely.” He tapped the scars, then turned to Titus. “Can I fix these now, Mercy?”

“Unfortunately, our Third claims he isn’t ready.”

The doctor’s expression darkened. “Then we take.”

Another person slammed against the glass, leaving behind a smear of red that partially obstructed their view of the brutality taking place amongst the guests.

“He has to be willing,” Titus reminded, reaching down to cup Aodhan’s cheek lovingly.

That is, before he shoved his face back down to Cal’s dick.

“Keep sucking, little killer. If you’re good at it and make him come while he’s witnessing all the carnage, I’ll let you step outside and have your fun as well. ”

Aodhan perked up. “Promise?”

“Don’t,” Calix pleaded.

“Why not?’ Titus asked. “You’re still hard. You’re still moaning from having your prostate battered. You still want us. Does it bother you that you can be so lascivious even with all those people dying right in front of you?”

He wanted to deny it, but his body was already betraying him.

“Kind of monstrous , don’t you think?” Titus continued. “For your dick to be gushing all that precome and your ass to be clinging to my cock, all while people have their eyes gauged out and their skin flayed? Oh. I see someone has found a knife.”

Calix didn’t want to look.

But more than that, he didn’t want to admit that…

He didn’t really feel as horrified as he should.

“You haven’t asked me to stop yet,” Titus noted, as if reading his mind. “You could try it, you know? You could beg me to spare them. I might consider it. For you.”

Cal bit down on his tongue when Aodhan chose that moment to suck his dick back into that hot mouth of his.

“You won’t though, will you?” the director chuckled. “Because as badly as you want to, you don’t care about them.”

“I watched them saw a man in half the last time,” Calix snapped. “And this time, with the animals—”

“The animals are safe. I had them all relocated. They won’t be harmed. After we’re done, you can pick through them if you’d like. Keep the ones you want, the rest we can donate to local animal rescues who will know how to properly handle them.”

That…

“Stop trying to make me like you.” Cal sobbed when Titus thrust into him and simultaneously shoved his hips down to meet the spearing of his cock.

“Next time,” he said directly against the curve of Calix’s ear, “I’ll let Aodhan brand you.

He’ll erase those marks and ensure you won’t go another day without knowing exactly who it is you belong to.

It won’t be enough to carve ourselves into your flesh, little monster.

I’m going to sear us there. I’m going to give you a mark you can’t cut out or erase. ”

Aodhan flicked his tongue over the tip of Calix’s slit.

Titus drove into him mercilessly, repeating dirty promises about branding him and burning his name and all sorts of other devilish things that shouldn’t have caused Cal’s balls to tighten or his hole to clench.

But it did.

When he finally came, he was staring outside but completely unfocused on the ensuing murder spree. He filled Aodhan’s throat with his come and weightlessly went when Titus forced him to the ground and fucked him through another orgasm against the cold, hard floor.