“Then tell me what I want to know,” Deal demanded.
“I’m not going to tell you a thing,” Sid said, flinching as Deal stuck him in the shoulder. “Neither is he.”
Sid’s head turned to me as he choked out the word, “no.” His eyes were black.
“Leave him alone,” I choked.
God, the serum was working already. I couldn’t watch. I couldn’t let this happen.
“We have to be together for it to work,” I blurted out. “And I need the sand that’s in his pocket.”
“Here?” Deal asked, and he took his time rubbing the front of Sid’s jeans, feeling for the sand.
Sid moaned, “Wes, no.” What could Deal or Shackleton do with the sand anyway, I reasoned. Besides, they had to know it was already there. All I knew was that I needed it to get us out of here, and I needed to know how much they knew. If I gave them a taste of what I could do, maybe they’d go away long enough for us to get ourselves out of this mess.
Deal dug inside Sid’s front pocket and drew out the plastic bag.
“Take this to get it analyzed.”
“No!” I said as he dropped the baggy of white sand into Angela’s hand. She held it like it was radioactive. Sid looked at me. I was puzzled. What game were they playing? Deal had to already know that Sid had the sand in his pocket. They’d searched us. They must have already analyzed it and found it was just ordinary sand. Why this production? The only answer I could reason was they must not be certain. They obviously didn’t understand its purpose. Two could play this game…
“Give it to me.”
Angela’s eyes locked with mine. I thought for a moment she might just give it to me. But Deal grabbed her wrist, twisting it.
I felt bad when I saw her wince. Still, I could have used that sand.
“Take it, now,” he hissed. I watched as Angela left, her eyes glassy as she took one last look at me over her shoulder.
I let my knees go weak as I watched Sid trying his best to push Deal away. Dough boy’s grip loosened, and I saw my chance. I kicked with every ounce of strength I had at the fucker’s kneecap with my heal. He screamed like a girl.
I was satisfied with myself for all of one second, then he hit me in the jaw so hard I saw all my previous lives flash before my eyes.
“Come on,” said Deal, “you can have fun some other time.”
I think the guy wanted to pound me, but instead he limped out of the room with the others.
I was confused. Why did they leave? I turned to Sid. “How are you feeling?”
I didn’t need to ask. He gasped for breath, squeezing his crotch.
He stepped next to me then leaned in and pinned me to the wall with a predatory smile.
“Very horny,” he whispered in my ear.
“You know they are watching.” I looked up at the camera. My breath hitched as he bumped his cock into mine. It could smell the roses in his breath and through his skin. Every point of contact, I tingled. My body chemically reacted.
“Let them,” he said, unzipping my jeans. He reached in and began fondling me. My mind blurred, my chest pounded. I thought I’d come apart when he brushed his thumb against my jeans. I jerked helpless into his hand.
“God, yes,” I whimpered, biting my lip to keep from calling out his name as he grasped me tighter. The room reeked of roses.
“I’m going to come just listening to you moan,” Sid said, licking my ear.
I was trapped with him in that desperate place– feeling him, hearing him, made me all the more desperate. The drive to be him, inside and out was almost irresistible. I could smell the want coming on me too.
He increased his tempo. I gave in. The whole act was quick. We didn’t bother removing clothes. We slid down the wall to the floor. He pushed inside me in such a rush, I didn’t notice where we were anymore. Time, place didn’t matter– all I understood was him– his mouth sucking my neck until it burned, his hands holding my arms so tight they tingled. I clawed at his back, begging him to fuck me harder.
We came. It hadn’t mattered that we were semi-dressed with come smeared on us both. I held his head as he sobbed into my neck, whispering how much he loved me.
I began to sing to him softly, not any melody I knew– instead a new song came within me– he sniffed and I held him.
Then I felt it on the other side of the door–the familiar void that was Shackleton. The door opened. I held Sid all the tighter; Sid shivered as he raised his head to see who came in.
Although the door was to my back, I could see Shackleton enter like I was seeing him through my own eyes. He was alone. The door slammed shut, and he stepped behind us with purpose. I turned to face him. The cold barrel of this gun met my temple.
“This is cozy,” he muttered. The barrel drew a shivering trail from my temple to my mouth. The cold steel tugged at my bottom lip in an obscene caress.
“Don’t reach for the gun,” he said to Sid, “or I’ll pull the trigger. I know he heals amazingly well, but I don’t think even he could survive getting his head blown off at point blank range.”
“What do you want?” I asked.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered. I hesitated then opened as he pushed it inside. I could just as easily be Sid. I shut my eyes as I put my lips around the barrel. The metal bit into the roof of my mouth. “You have lips made for sucking cock,” he said, staring down his eyes taking in my open fly and come smeared clothes. He held a test tube in his other hand. He inched that hand down, grazing my spent cock.
Sid stepped forward and the gun twisted. I gagged.
The door opened and in walked Deal with Frank in tow, his nose swollen.
“Mind if I observe?” Deal asked.
“Certainly,” Shackleton said.
“It seems I may have been mistaken where the answer lies, not just in his blood,” Shackleton explained. “You see the answer was always right here, between his legs and here in his brainstem. What I need now is a sample, and I see Sidney has helped to provide one.” Taking his finger from his free hand, Shackleton scrapped a glob of come off my shirt into the test tube.
He pulled the gun out of my mouth and waved, motioning for Sid to step over. A bitter metallic taste lingered in my mouth.
“Of course I’ll need more later, but this will due for now,” he said, shoving me to the floor. He grabbed Sid by the hair, yanking him around then leveled the gun to his head.
“Leave him alone,” I said, getting to my feet. “You got what you wanted.”
“But I do need more,” Shackleton smiled.
“What?” I asked.
“Him.”
“No. You can’t. You can have me.”
“He’s coming with me,” Shackleton said. “Insurance. I’ll keep him some place safe. You’ll see him when ever it’s necessary.”
He began stroking Sid’s cheek with the gun and I began shaking. Safe?
“This could prove to be very entertaining for me,” Shackleton said, running the gun across Sid’s lips.
Sid rolled his eyes, then bit Shackleton’s finger.
“You little fuck!” He screamed, then slugged Sid in the head with the butt of his gun.
Deal stepped up between them, grabbing Sid’s arm and twisting it.
“I’ll take care of him,” Deal said, pulling Sid away. “I don’t want him damaged…”
Deal rushed out the door, dragging Sid.
Shackleton snapped the rubber stopper on the test tube, handing it to Frank. Shackleton nodded to him.