Kozy Killz #3 - Asa & Zane ch. 3 (Patreon)

Unbeta'd/Unedited “I’m hungry.”  Asa hid a smile as he glanced at his husband, who sat slumped in the passenger seat, phone open, face frow

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“I’m hungry.” 

Asa hid a smile as he glanced at his husband, who sat slumped in the passenger seat, phone open, face frowning as he scrolled a familiar site. “What are you doing, Lois?” 

Zane made a frustrated sound. “Trying to see if UberEats delivers to the murder cabin, but everything’s so blurry.” 

Asa snorted. “One: everything’s blurry because your glasses are on top of your head. Two: you cannot have food delivered to a torture chamber, baby.” 

Zane slid his glasses into place. “Can’t we just slap a muzzle on the bad guy or, I don’t know, kill the delivery guy after he gets there?” 

Asa barked out a laugh. “I forgot how bloodthirsty drunk Lois is. I can’t tell Dad I killed a guy cause you’re just not yourself when you’re drunk and hungry. Eat a Snickers, baby.” 

Zane whined in that way that made Asa’s dick instantly hard. It was the sound he made when Asa was pushing Zane’s body to its limits…when he was using him like a toy. 

Fuck. He really should have left him at home. 

“Tell the delivery guy we’re into some super kinky roleplay?” Zane slurred. 

Asa shook his head., amused at his husband’s antics. “You think there won’t be a story tomorrow about how Asa and Zane Mulvaney were out in the woods doing some horny Dexter cosplay?” 

Zane’s head lolled on his shoulders to make eye contact, his glasses sliding down his nose as he gave him a pissy look through unfocused eyes. “It’s not exactly off brand for us, is it, Bitey McGee.” 

Asa couldn’t stop another snort of amusement, but snatched Zane’s phone holding it out of reach when he made a swipe for it like a cat batting at a toy, the car swerving just enough to earn a pitiful sound from Zane as seemed to get dizzy. 

“How did Felix let you get so sloppy when we’re going on an assignment and how are you hungry after everything the two of you ate?” 

Asa had watched the two of them take down about a hundred Korean wings between the two of them less than three hours ago. 

Zane tried to scoff but it came out sounding like someone trying to blow a raspberry. “Felix isn’t the boss of me. And I’ve had a rough day. I’m stress eating. Don’t judge me.” 

“No, judgment, Lois. I’m just…baffled. I’ve seen you two drink before. I’ve never seen you this drunk this quickly. What were you drinking? Tequila?” 

“Soju,” Zane said, sounding like his tongue didn’t quite fit in his mouth. “It was s’good. Felix didn’t drink as much cause of the babies.” 

“You got this shit-faced on Soju?” 

“Tha’s gross,” Zane slurred. “I hate tha’ ‘spression…” 

Asa spared a look at his husband, whose lids were at half-mast, his eyes glassy under the streetlights as they drove past. When Asa carded his fingers through Zane’s curls, he noted he was sweaty and warm. Maybe he should have just asked them to find someone else to take this assignment. Zane clearly needed more attention. He was a mess. Not that he blamed him. Asa imagined if he had any ability to feel, he would likely be devastated knowing his own mother was the cause of almost all of his misery. 

Zane’s hand fell high up on Asa’s thigh, squeezing sloppily. “Please can I order food?” he asked, turning the full force of his pout on him. 

God, Asa fucking loved when he looked at him like that. So innocent and yet so fucking dirty. “No.” 

Zane made a beleaguered little sound. “Can I order food if I give you road head?” 

Asa’s dick was immediately on board with the idea of Zane’s hot, wet mouth wrapped around it. He even briefly considered it, then quickly imagined the entire family getting carted away in handcuffs because the delivery guy decided to play hero and inadvertently saved a fucking serial killer from getting what he deserved. 

That wasn’t happening. “No can do, Lois. Your cock sucking is top tier, elite even, but not worth the whole family going to prison.” Asa cupped Zane’s face, stroking his thumb across his lips. “Besides, we both know you’re going to put out anyway.” 

He gave Zane a smug smile that became a pained hiss when his teeth closed around his thumb, biting hard. Asa shook his hand as he watched Zane move as far away from Asa as he could get while still confined to a vehicle, sulking with his arms crossed over his chest. 

God, he was such a sloppy fucking mess when he was drunk but he was also so goddamn cute Asa wanted to squeeze him until his pretty eyes popped out. He used to worry about how much his husband’s big, doe eyes contributed to the violence Asa inflicted upon him. He was certain it couldn’t be normal to love something so much your gums ached with the need to sink your teeth into their skin. But Felix said that it was actually pretty normal even for non-psychopaths. 

He said it was called cute aggression. It’s why people wanted to squeeze babies and bite their little dumpling cheeks. He said it was the brain’s way of fighting back when faced with such innate cuteness. Which sounded far more insane than Asa just wanting to commit violence against his husband for the sake of violence. 

Zane said Asa just needed therapy. 

Therapy was a waste of time for someone like him. He was just grateful that, somehow, they’d talked Zane into seeing someone after Beverly’s latest stunt. Asa had spent an hour on the phone trying to convince Aiden that she was rapidly becoming a liability. Asa would take Zane with him to speak to Thomas face to face tomorrow as promised, but there was nothing wrong with getting Aiden on his side beforehand. 

Everyone knew that Thomas doted on Aiden, gave him anything he wanted. Anything. It was like he was making up for twenty years of denying him the one thing he’d actually wanted. Thomas. 

Aiden had agreed that she was truly dangerous to the family. He’d agreed to talk to Dad, but he made no promises. Asa would take it. He really did want that bitch dead, but not if it would only bring about Thomas’s wrath. This was the first time Asa could ever remember that every Mulvaney was truly…happy? Sure, there were stupid little mundane problems, but nothing like the chaos they’d inflicted on themselves before they’d all settled down and started breeding. 

Asa hated Beverly. Truly. He spent hours fantasizing about how she’d scream as he tortured her. He wanted her dead so badly, he was willing to forgo the torture altogether and put a bullet between her eyes. Just not at the expense of what they had now. Especially at home. Asa had never dreamed of finding someone so accepting of his and Avi’s relationship, much less two someone’s who enhanced that relationship. And now they had these two perfect little babies that Asa found fascinating. Not even revenge against Bev was worth risking them. 

Unless she came after them. Which she had. She was making threats. Baseless, useless threats, but threats nonetheless. Thomas had to see now that she wasn’t just going to disappear. Right? Asa needed the Beverly situation handled quickly before his husband turned into an alcoholic. He was one of the smartest men Asa had ever met, but Zane could not handle his liquor. 

They turned onto the dirt road that led to the murder cabin, the rough terrain throwing the car around even with the SUV’s expensive shocks. Jericho had hired people to cut back the trees that used to crowd the barely there road, saving everyone’s paint jobs from the fronds that used to slap the sides as they slowly made their way to their destination. But they’d decided, as a family, not to pave it. 

Thomas had reasoned that keeping the road as inhospitable as possible would deter any wayward hunters or campers from getting curious. The others had agreed. It was private property now, but that didn’t stop people who didn’t know any better. And as long as Thomas insisted on their no killing innocents rule, getting discovered would fuck them all and not in the fun way. 

They’d only driven about a minute when Zane started to moan, clutching his stomach. “Why are you shaking the car,” he grumbled, eyes closed, forehead pressed against the glass. Before Asa could answer, a rut in the road had Zane’s head coming off the glass only to make contact again with twice the force. “Ouch.” 

“You alright, Lois?” 

Zane clutched his stomach tighter. “Make it stop or I’m gonna puke for real.” 

Asa sighed heavily. “We’re almost there. Hang in there, baby.” 

“This is all my moth-Beverly’s fault,” Zane whined pitifully. “She ruins everything.” 

The car began to ding as Zane unbuckled his seat belt, getting up on his knees to grip Asa’s face and turn it towards him. Asa took his foot off the gas, slowing to a crawl. 

“Uh, Lois. I should probably be facing the road while I’m driving on it.” 

Zane ignored him, looking him dead in the eyes as he asked, “You’d kill her for me, right?” 

“I’d kill anyone for you. You know that,” Asa answered honestly. 

Zane chewed his lip for a second, then timidly asked, “Even if Thomas said no?” 

Asa thought about it, putting his hand over Zane’s. “Yeah, Lois. Even if it signed my own death certificate.” 

Zane moaned again but this time it wasn’t the motion of the car. He let go of Asa’s face to shove his mouth against Asa’s neck, placing messy, wet kisses along his skin, his hand groping Asa’s cock through his black cargo pants. 

“That’s so hot,” Zane muttered, continuing his sloppy exploration, sucking hickey’s into Asa’s skin loudly. “Next time we fuck can you tell me all the ways you would kill her for me?” 

That therapy appointment could not come soon enough. 

“Sure, baby. But maybe we save the making out for after we murder this guy? Jericho and Arsen both have places to be and we’re already late.” 

Zane giggled, biting hard on Asa’s ear. “Is there like…murder etiquette?” 

“Yes, and we’ve already broken rule number one which is don’t show up hammered.” 

“Nuh-uh, we didn’t break anything,” Zane said, leaning away from him but not sitting back down. “You’re sober. You’re doing the BTK stuff. I’m just here for sport.” 

“Sport?” Asa parroted, as amused as he was bewildered. 

“Sport,” he said again emphatically, then frowned. “Sport?!”

“Are you having a stroke, Lois?” 

Zane growled in frustration. “Suh-PORT. I’m here for suh-port.” 

Asa gave a sage nod. “Ah, yes. And I’m eternally in your debt for that.” 

Zane swayed dangerously close to his face once more, pressing his mouth right to his ear but not lowering his volume. “I’m not so wasted that I don’t know you’re bein’ sarcastic, bucko.” 

Asa winced. “Noted.” 

When the lights of the cabin came into view, he wanted to weep with relief. He shut off the car and walked around, taking Zane’s hands. He tugged him from his seat, barely getting him on his feet before he collapsed against him, his arms going around his neck with a goofy smile. “Hi.” 

Asa rolled his eyes but laughed, kissing Zane’s nose. “Hi, Lois.” 

Zane looked around the pitch black woods surrounding the cabin, then up at the night sky. “The stars are even better here,” he noted, wistfully, then dropped his voice to say. “Sometimes I jerk off thinking about you hunting me here.” 

Asa groaned, his dick once more taking an interest in his husband’s musings. “Is that so?” 

“Mm,” Zane said, releasing one arm from around Asa’s neck to wave his hand around, forcing Asa to hold him up. “The woods by our house are too famil-famil…fuh-mil-yur now. I have to, like,…let you find me. Takes some fun out of it.” 

“You have to let me find you?” Asa echoed. “Are you saying that you’ve been…letting me win?” 

Zane put a finger to his lips, tone deadly serious as he said, “Shh,” he said. “That’s a secret.” 

Asa fought to keep the smile off his face. “From whom, exactly, Lois?” 

“From yo-. Oh,” Zane’s face fell. “Damn.” He looked downtrodden for exactly six seconds before he jerked his head upwards to meet his gaze. “Just pretend I didn’t say nothin’” 

“I’ll do no such thing, Lois. As soon as you’re sober enough to consent, you’re going to get the punishment of your life,” Asa promised. 

The sound that left Zane’s lips was almost pornographic. “Please, do it now. I want to suck you off. I want to choke on your cock. I want you to pull on my hair until I can’t even feel it anymore. I want bruises at the back of my throat so painful I feel like I gargled glass tomorrow.” 

Jesus Christ. “Lois…” Asa warned. 

“Please?” he begged. “I know how much you love it when I’m gagging and crying on your huge dick. You don’t even have to get me off. I can do it myself,” he said, the words almost too smooshed together for Asa to even comprehend. 

Before Asa could even think of how to respond, someone cleared their throat from the now open cabin door. Jericho stood leaning against the frame, smirking at the two. “Am I interrupting something?” 

Zane’s face lit up and he released Asa to stumble towards Jericho, tripping on the stone path and falling into his arms like the beginning of some kind of rom-com. 

“Woah,” Jericho said, righting Zane with a frown. 

“Thanks,” Zane said breezily. 

“You came with Asa?” Jericho asked, surprised. 

Zane snorted. “Well I didn’t come alone.” 

“Ignore him,” Asa called, pulling his gear from the back of the vehicle. “He’s got his sassy pants on tonight since your brother got him loaded.” 

“Ah, that…tracks,” Jericho said, looking Zane up and down. “What happened?” 

“Long story,” he said, giving Jericho a look that he hoped conveyed how very much he didn’t want Zane to start rehashing everything. To Zane, he said, “Go sit on the table, Lois and don’t touch anything.” 

“You’re not the boss of me,” Zane muttered, then stuck out his tongue. 

“Care to test that theory, Lois?” Asa asked, all warmth bleeding from his voice. 

Zane gave him a shrug and a haughty look. “Maybe?” 

Asa huffed out a laugh. “Go.” 

Zane whined like a teenager who was just told they had to stay at their grandmother’s all summer. “What am I supposed to do for entertainment? You took my phone.”

“You took his phone?” Jericho asked, amused. “Why? Is he grounded?” 

Asa gave Jericho a withering look. “I took his phone because he tried to order delivery to the murder cabin.” 

Jericho snickered, earning another nasty look from Zane. 

Asa sighed. “Go, Lois.” 

Zane made one more sound of complaint, then flounced inside, climbing up onto the butcher block table and sitting criss-cross applesauce with his elbows on his knees and his pouty face in his hands. 

Arsen appeared at the door, squeezing past the two of them, then making to pull it shut behind him. Asa popped a foot in between the door and the frame to keep it open, not trusting Zane alone with a killer. 

Even one who was tied up. 

Arsen addressed Jericho. “I must go,” he said, with his soft Russian accent. “Ever’s waiting for me.” He glanced over his shoulder at the almost closed door, then said, “Good luck.” 

He was walking to his truck before Asa could ask what that was supposed to mean. 

 “Is all that-” he pointed vaguely in Zane’s direction— “because of the Bev lizard people thing?” Jericho asked.

Asa nodded. “Yes. As previously stated, your brother got my husband shit-faced-” 

“Stop saying that. ‘s gross,” Zane mumbled from somewhere beyond the mostly closed door. 

“And he’s making it everyone’s problem,” Asa finished, in a near whisper so as not to upset Zane further. 

“Is my brother sober?” Jericho asked. 

Asa nodded. “He handles his liquor far better than Zaney.” 

“Does he?” Jericho said, his tone implying otherwise. 

Maybe? Maybe not. Asa didn’t truly know. Most often when the two were drunk Asa and Avi arrived far too late in the process to gauge how much liquor it took to get them to that state. 

“Felix and Avi took our shift with the twins tonight so Felix went pretty easy on the booze. Unlike Lois, who is trying to drink his pain away.” 

“I can’t believe you still brought him with you.” 

Asa shook his head. “He insisted.” 

“Mm,” was Jericho’s non committal answer. 

They were silent for a few moments then Asa asked, “How hard’s it going to be to put this guy down? I need to get him home and tucked into bed.” 

Jericho shrugged. “Not very. He’s certainly not going anywhere. Arsen broke is ankle. It didn’t shut him up any. He talks a lot of shit. Real textbook psychopath. Got the shit beat out of him and still talks like he’s at a fucking tea party.” 

A small thrill ran through Asa. “Haven’t had one of those in a while.” 

It was always more fun to torture the ones who wouldn’t crack. 

Jericho said his goodbye but only made it about three steps before turning back and saying, “Word of warning, the dude’s not just a psychopath. He’s also a psychologist. Gets his kicks preying on his patient’s weaknesses. I’d keep the gag on him. He likes to play head games.” 

Asa nodded. “Duly noted. The gag stays on.” 

Once Jericho was in his car, Asa pushed the door open, dropping his supplies on the ground, giving a long-suffering sigh at what he saw. 

The middle-aged man still dangled from the beam in the center of the room, but he no longer had the gag in his mouth. Instead, Zane had it in his hand. “—started with my bitch mom and my brother dying.” 

“Tell me more,” the man said, eyes sharp, flicking his gaze to Asa noting the bag he’d abandoned by the front door. 

“Lois, what are you doing?” 

Zane’s whole face brightened. “Asa, meet Dr. Edgar Young. He’s a psychologist. Isn’t that a crazy coincidence?” 

“You’re mother named you Lois?” Dr. Young said, wincing. “I can see why there’s some animosity there.” 

“That’s just what he calls me,” Zane said, wistfully, then flopped onto the floor, falling back on his hands. Asa would have protested, but Zane managed to fall out of reach of any possible kicks from their…assignment.  “Anyway, my mom hates me. Never wanted me. When my brother off’d himself, she made it really clear she wished that it had been me,” Zane said like he was reading a diary entry. 

“That must have been hard,” their assignment said, voice somehow dripping with both condescension and sympathy. It was lost on Zane.

“Lois, don’t talk to him,” Asa said, making to snatch the gag from beneath his hand. 

Zane played keep-away, amused when Asa actually kept grabbing for it. Finally, Asa managed to snatch his moving wrist, holding him still so he could wrench the rag from his clenched fingers. Zane deflated. “It’s no’ fair,” he wailed. “You said I should talk to a psychologist. He’s one. Problem solved.” 

“Your problems are not going to be solved by talking to a mass murderer about your mom or Gage. Don’t be crazy.” 

“Does he often invalidate your feelings like this?” Young asked, like he was sitting in a chair in his office and not hanging precariously from a rope. 

“Fuck off, Freud,” Asa snapped. 

The man raised a brow at Asa, then turned to Zane. “Did you ever think maybe you wouldn’t drink so much if your husband wasn’t always belittling you?” 

Zane frowned. “Tha’s not true.” 

“Which part?” Dr. Young asked. 

“Both. I hardly ever drink…and Asa loves me,” Zane said, confident. But that confidence collapsed under the weight of the stranger’s scrutiny. Zane tipped his face up to Asa, suddenly uncertain. “Right?” 

Asa gave another sigh, dropping into a crouch beside Zane. “I’m going to let that slide because I know you’re drunk. But if you question my love for you again, I will remind you how much I love you and I’ll let him watch. Ask him how he feels about that.” 

Zane flushed crimson all the way to the tips of his elf-like ears. “You can’t say stuff like that to me in front of other people. Except, you know.” 

Asa did know. Obviously saying those things in front of Felix and Avi was permitted. But unfortunately, this man knew too much about them. He’d studied them to help that piece of shit get to Thomas. 

“Ah, that’s right,” the man said, looking them both over like bugs under a microscope. To Asa, he said, “You’re the one in the poly relationship with your own sibling?” 

Zane struggled to sit up, glaring at the man as he said, “Mind your own fucking business, random murder guy.” 

“Lois, stop talking to him. Let's just kill him and go home. I’m already bored. I don’t even want to torture this guy anymore.” Asa was shocked to realize he meant it. “He’s just going to keep fucking with your head. It’s his MO. It’s how he hunted his victims.” 

Zane looked scandalized. “Ew, that’s such a violation of trust.” 

The man snorted. “Your whole family is so holier-than-thou. You’re no better than me. You just wrap your violence in pretty paper.” 

“Tha’s not true,” Zane snapped. “He’s nothing like you.” 

“Babe, don’t talk to him,” Asa said again.

“Does he often boss you around like that?” Young tried again.

Zane giggled, then sighed. “Yeah, it’s hot, right?” 

The man gave them a disgusted look. “Hot’s not the word I would use, but it seems you’re quite comfortable with abuse.” 

Zane’s foot shot out, making contact with the man’s swollen, purple colored ankle, giggling when he shouted, his color bleeding from his sweaty face, leaving him with a grayish blue pallor. 

“Talk to him again,” Asa told the man, keeping his tone bored. “and I’ll cut out your tongue first.” The man rolled his eyes, but closed his mouth. Asa turned to Zane, cupping his face, holding him still until his bleary eyes focused. “Baby, why don’t you go take a nap in the car? I think maybe your lust for blood has waned, no?” 

Zane allowed Asa to pull him to his feet but he didn’t leave, he just walked to the table and sat. “Nah, I’ll wait. Can I just have my phone so I can scroll?” 

Asa sighed, then crossed the room to kiss his forehead, pulling his phone from his back pocket. “No ordering.” 

“Yes, Daddy,” Zane chirped in a childish voice. 

Asa bit back a little growl. “Don’t be a tease, Lois.” 

“I’m always a tease,” Zane countered, then wrapped his arms around Asa’s neck, crashing their mouths together in another sloppy kiss, his mouth opening under Asa’s immediately, letting his tongue ravage him. 

When Asa tried to back away, Zane whined into his mouth, clutching him tighter. 

“Lois,” Asa groaned against his lips, his dick already half-hard. “Let me take care of this guy and then we can finish what you started.” Zane ignored him, dragging him back in for another filthy kiss. “Baby, please.” 

Zane made a loud noise of frustration, then shoved Asa away from him with a startling amount of force. Before he could even recover his footing, Zane grabbed the bat from the table holding it like a baseball player swinging for the fences. 

Asa didn’t even have enough time to react before Zane swung the bat. He seemed just as surprised as Asa when it made contact with the side of Young’s head, the sound somehow both slick and hollow, like thumping a melon. Blood splattered everywhere, covering both of them. Zane froze, releasing the bat, then stumbling backwards into Asa’s chest. The bat stayed where it was, embedded in Young’s temple. 

He was still alive, but just barely. He stared at them, a wet rattle coming from his mouth as it opened and closed like a fish out of water. Much like Young, the color drained from Zane’s face and he had just enough time to lurch to the sink before he puked…loudly. 

Asa gripped the handle of the bat shaking it harshly, watching as Young’s head flopped with every pull. It wasn’t coming out with the man still hanging. Fuck, this guy needed to just die already. He turned back to the table and grabbed the large knife, stabbing it down through the man’s left shoulder into his heart. The man died quickly after that. 

Asa went to Zane, helping him rinse his mouth out with some vodka they’d found in one of the cabinets—probably Noah’s—then splashed some cold water on his face. 

When Zane turned around and saw his handiwork, he gave Asa another miserable look. “I’m sorry,” he said, miserable.

Asa gathered him into his arms. “Sorry for what, Lois?” 

Zane started to cry. “Taking the fun out of your kill. I know you were looking forward to it.” 

Asa knocked their foreheads together gently. “You asked for this kill, baby. Not me. Remember?” 

He sniffled. “Oh. Right.” 

“Why don’t you sit on the table with your headphones while I get rid of him and get this place cleaned up a little. Then we can take a shower and head back. Okay?” 

Zane rubbed his face into Asa’s blood soaked shirt, oblivious. “Okay. Whatever you want.” 

He watched as he climbed onto the table, stuffing his headphones into his ears. When he looked back again, Zane was lying on his side, curled into a ball, eyes closed, sound asleep. Asa’s heart did that weird thing it did whenever Zane looked particularly soft and vulnerable, the two demons on his shoulder fighting over whether they should defile him now or later.

He looked at the body and knew the answer was clear. He really should have brought Avi with him. He left Zane sleeping to go grab the wheelbarrow so he could at least just dump the guy in the lake behind the cabin. It was the quickest option. 

All told, it took about an hour for Asa to clean up their mess and get the place in order. When he was finished, he gently shook Zane’s shoulder, smiling as he struggled to open his eyes. “Come on, Lois. We need to shower. Then we can go home and you can sleep all day tomorrow.” 

Zane whined, but allowed Asa to get him on his feet and walk him to the shower. He left him sagging against the sink then turned on the water, using the time it took to heat up to strip them both. Undressing Zane was what Asa imagined trying to undress a cranky, overtired toddler must be like.

Still once they both stepped under the water, Zane melted against Asa, his back to Asa’s chest, letting him do all the work of getting them both washed. At first, he was quite clinical about it, but soon Zane was rubbing his ass against Asa’s dick, whining whenever his fingers grazed his nipples. 

“Did you want something, Lois?” Asa asked, amused. 

Zane’s next words sucker punched him. 

“Hurt me?”

“Baby…” Asa started, then cut himself off when Zane craned his neck to look up at him. 

“Please, I need it.” 

Those two demons were back on his shoulder. “We don’t really have anything here that we need.” 

“When has that ever stopped you before?” Zane asked, reaching behind himself to stroke Asa’s now fully hard cock. “Come on. I’ve wanted you inside me all night.” 

“We don’t have lube, Lois.” 

“It’s in your bag, Asa,” he countered, in the exact same tone. 

Asa spun him around for the sole purpose of slapping his wet ass hard enough to rob the air from his lungs. “What was that?” 

“You heard me,” Zane said, undeterred. “Now stop stalling and put your dick in me.” 

Asa huffed out a shocked laugh, then wrenched the water off, lifting Zane up and carrying him back to the table, not wanting to even think about how many of their family members had used this table for the exact same purposes. 

He dropped Zane onto it and pushed him down, leaving his legs dangling as he searched the bag for the lube, snorting when he found it neatly packed with baby wipes. Even drunk, Zane was a planner. He shook his head, returning to his husband. 

Zane gave him those big, pleading eyes. “Hurry.” 

Asa thumbed open the cap on the lube, letting it drip between Zane’s cheeks, then coating his own cock, before setting the bottle beside Zane’s hip.

“How do you want it, Lois?” 

“No prep, just do it,” Zane begged, breathlessly. “Just use me.” 

Asa’s cock throbbed at his words. He picked up both of Zane’s legs, keeping them pressed together as he rested them against his shoulder, lining his cock up with his entrance. “Fuck, I love you.” 

“I love yo-” the last line was lost to a scream as Asa impaled him, bottoming out in one thrust. 

Zane’s mouth stayed open as Asa set a brutal pace, not even letting Zane adjust, just fucking him like he was a toy, an object to be used. The sounds Zane made were akin to that of a wounded animal, his tears streaming freely. 

“This what you wanted, baby? Is this enough pain?” Asa asked, before turning his head to sink his teeth into his calf, earning another pained scream from him. 

Asa started to slow, worried this was too much for him, but Zane met his gaze. “Don’t you dare go soft on me now, Asa Mulvaney.” 

“Christ,” Asa muttered, leaning forward, forcing Zane’s legs almost to his chest, sweat rolling down his already wet skin, the sound of his hips meeting Zane’s ass loud in the quiet. “You’re a fucking monster. You’re so fucking perfect.” 

Zane whined, reaching for his neglected and leaking cock, but Asa slapped his hand away. “Nope. You come when I say. You wanted me to fucking use you. You can lay there until I’m finished.” 

Zane choked on another sob, his hands falling to his side, his whole body ragdoll limp as he let Asa abuse him. 

“Fuck, you’re always so fucking tight, baby. Just keep clenching on my cock like that and I’m going to fill you up. Mark you up from the inside.” 

“Stop teasing and do it,” Zane whined. 

“God, you’re such a fucking slut. Everyone thinks I abuse you and yet you never stop begging to have me breed you. I wish the world could see you when you’re begging me to fuck your needy little hole.” 

“Do it. Fill me up. I want to feel you dripping out of me the whole way home.” 

Asa groaned, wrapping a hand around Zane’s throat, squeezing tight as he tried to tamp down the pleasure rapidly building in his gut. “God, your such a fucking whore.” 

Zane gasped, hips coming off the table as he came untouched, spurting all over his stomach and chest. 

Asa wasn’t sure which of them was more surprised, but Zane stared up at him with hazy eyes, his exhaustion evident. 

“Is that all it took?” Asa taunted. “I guess you’ll get that pain you wanted after all cause I’m not stopping even if you beg. I’m gonna breed you just like you wanted. Even if it breaks you.” 

Zane winced as Asa continued to fuck him, now deliberately staving off his own orgasm just to watch him squirm, to watch as his discomfort morphed into pain, a sob ripping from him. “It hurts.” 

Asa tilted his head in mock sympathy. “You wanted it to hurt, baby. You begged for it.”

“It’s too much,” Zane said, shaking his head. 

Asa was so close. Every sob had Zane squeezing Asa’s cock in a death grip, driving him mad. “Just fucking take it, Lois. You’ve endured far worse than this. Haven’t you?” 

“Yes,” he choked out. 

“That’s right. Besides, you love hurting for me, don’t you?”

“Yes.” 

“You love being my perfect little pain slut.”

“Yes.” 

“Good. You’re so good for me. So pretty when you’re suffering,” he said, hips falling off rhythm, watching Zane’s face contort in pain. “Never seen anyone who looks so pretty when they hurt for me. Nobody could ever take it like you do.” 

Zane’s hands started clawing at Asa’s forearms, his nails tearing at his skin. “Please…” 

“You could always safeword, Lois,” he taunted. “But that’s the only way I’m stopping.” 

Asa didn’t tell Zane he was seconds away from coming. He wanted to keep him on edge, crying and begging and whining on his cock like his perfect little slut. “So perfect. So fucking perfect for me.” 

“Asa, please…” he said, crying even harder still. 

Asa’s orgasm slammed into him, screwing his hips hard against Zane’s ass, as he painted his insides, coming so hard his knees almost gave out. He gently released Zane’s legs, letting them fall on either side of his hips before he sat him up, gathering him close. 

“Tell me you’re okay,” Asa whispered. 

Zane giggled. “I’m great. I might have to sit on one of those donut pillows for the next three days but it’s totally worth it.” 

“Not funny. Did I really hurt you that badly?” 

Zane scoffed. “You’re getting so soft in your old age, baby.” 

“I’m serious,” Asa said, his concern elevating the more jokes Zane made. 

“I’m fine. Seriously. I’m better than fine. This was everything I needed.” 

Asa studied his face. “Really?” 

Zane hesitated. “No, not really.” 

Asa’s heart sank. “What? What do you need?” 

Zane grinned at him. “Food. Take me to that all-night diner we like? The one with the cushy booths and the all you can eat pancakes.” 

Asa glowered at his husband. “You’re not funny.” 

“Please,” Zane begged, making his eyes wide and pooching out his lip. 

“Fine. But when we get home you’re getting naked and going ass up so I can make sure you’re really okay,” Asa warned. 

“Kinky.” 

“Shut up.” 

Zane giggled. “I can’t believe you bit my calf, you fucking headcase.” 

“You married this headcase.” 

“I’d do it again.”

Asa pressed his lips to Zane’s forehead. “Me too, Lois. Me too.”