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There’s a little boy I really like. He goes to this kindergarten just beside my youngest brother’s school. I never noticed it at first, really, until I saw that little kid across my line of sight. Ironically, I never took any interest in him at first, no, I was fetching my brother from school, my older brother driving that time two streets away I saw from our seats a truck losing control. And, holy shit, it was a literal accident I couldn’t look away from. I don’t forget the feeling — it was just meters away, it was vivid and still was in my head. My hands and feet were cold as I watched the truck going to a group of little kids just down the street. It almost seemed impossible that those kids would even escape alive. My heart was beating out of my chest, I could remember my brother already scrambling to get his phone, getting ready to call the police and ambulance for those kids maybe — but, by some fucking miracle or some God’s blessing — the truck was able to hit a corner of a building instead of straight ahead. 

My brother and I quickly left the car, rushing to the scene to check the situation. No, we’re not medics or the police — but my brother was a lawyer, he’s seen the situation and we can only hope for the best that time. When we went to the scene, we saw the teacher in charge holding the children who were crying — it hurt my ears, probably around ten kids were bawling their eyes out (understandable), but then there was this one kid who piqued my curiosities. He had long, golden hair — I thought he was a little girl until I saw his uniform, it was similar to the other boys and different from the other girls. My brother immediately called the medics for the driver while talking to the teacher in charge, and I went to the children (well, child, I only approached one).

“Weren’t you scared?”

I crouched down, asked that little boy a simple question, I was worried — maybe he was a late reactor, I knew some kids had perceived things and processed it a little later than normal. Still, if it was something as grave as this, certainly the kid would need some help — this was traumatic, after all. I thought that was the case but that kid only held onto his backpack so casually, turned his head then looked at me with those wide, innocent, golden eyes.

“Why would I be?”

And then there was the slightest tilt of his head. I thought my heart would burst that time — it felt suffocating, he looked at me with confidence, with genuine curiosity as if I asked the dumbest question, looking at me with unwavering focus; I never thought a kid staring at me would make me almost uncomfortable. I was at a loss for words, I tried to scrape words out of my throat but I only looked at him, he looked at me, waiting, and waiting. I knew he wasn’t smiling, it was obvious — but, at the back of my head, the simple imagery of a kid looking at me with a deadpan expression suddenly morphed into him smiling deviously. Those soft cheeks, fair skin, pink lips, brimming golden eyes—  

I snapped out of my thoughts when a little girl suddenly tackled the boy. I looked at the scene, it must have been that boy’s sibling (twin sibling, I’d say). She was crying her heart out while holding her brother and I quickly morphed my expression to something comforting, coaxing now the other kids whereas my brother and I waited for the officials and medics. Still, I kept glancing at that little boy who looked blankly at his crying classmates, stood still as his sister was sobbing by his side — it felt surreal. 

I don’t forget that day even when it’s been six months since then, no, because the past six months I’ve taken up the sole duty to pick up my brother from school, taking a glance at the kindergarten beside, too. The first two months after that accident, I dropped by the kindergarten, asked the teacher in charge if the kids were alright after experiencing something traumatic, I also spent time playing with the kids since they were familiar with me. But, really, I could care less of how they’re coping — all I wanted was to meet that cute little boy, but, damn, his twin sister was really possessive. I could barely get some time to play with him because that damn little girl kept pulling her brother to play with her. Once, I tried to talk to him while the little girl was playing hairstylist with another girl and suddenly she lunged at me, pulling my shirt and biting my arm crying to let go of her brother. The teacher profusely apologized to me about the ruckus — I thought it wasn’t normal (it shouldn’t be) yet, it seemed the other children were used to it. 

That wasn’t the only thing disconcerting. Their games were rather peculiar, too. She played Princess, he played Hero. But it wasn’t the typical guarding the princess or saving the princess — the princess was controlling a dark army and there was the Hero who had to kill the princess. Dark. That’s all I have to say. Maybe twins really were macabre by nature, I couldn’t believe it myself. I was both amused and terrified — entertained and curious about them. I talked to the teacher about the twins, their names were Aether and Lumine. She just laughed it away saying they’re a little peculiar but they mean no harm, they’re always kind to the other kids. They always help out the teachers, staying behind to clean up the toys before they get fetched by their parents. I wondered if they had a troubling home, these kids were not normal. I asked what their parents were like, the teacher only told me they were a pleasant couple. 

I didn’t believe them, of course, I was that distrustful. In the next weeks, I tried my best to stay behind and watch as one by one the kids were fetched home. I would snag a moment or two with the twins but it wouldn't last long. I had to leave, too, my own little brother was waiting for me. So, day by day, I would fail to try to get closer to him, to little Aether, or even finding out a little bit more of his life — his parents. I tried and tried, and, again, I failed over and over again until one week turned to two then three, until then at two months.

After the second month, I had to stop. The teacher grew suspicious of me, saying that the children have been progressing and coping well and that there was no need for me to visit anymore. A professional therapist was also visiting them frequently. It was frustrating, but I couldn’t do anything about it. I had to make do with what was possible, while I waited for my brother, I’d linger a little by the sidewalk in my car, looking at the kindergarten and hope that those kids would go out, or, at least, find Aether in some way. Only on rare occasions, he did, when there was playtime outside or that the teacher was teaching the class by their garden. It didn’t have a pattern, much to my dismay, but I was always consistent about being nearby. Sometimes, even, I’d lie to my brother that I'll be a little late just so he stays at the waiting lobby whilst I stay just outside hoping to catch the kids leaving for their dismissal, getting fetched by their parents.

Again, I failed. I couldn’t make my brother wait too long, each time I made the same lie I never saw Aether and his twin get fetched and gone home. This continued for weeks until months until now at the sixth month where I’m at my wit’s end. 

There came the warm scent of breakfast filling my nostrils — it’s a simple happiness I’ve always grounded myself with, its fragrance of pancakes and sweet corn syrup — enough to keep me awake and think, ‘Oh, another day, another blessing.’ . It was morning, my brother was shuffling his bag trying to make sure he had everything before going to work, my younger siblings all ready to go and waiting for my eldest brother to be ready. My eldest sister finished her own plate while looking at the clock making sure not to be late for her work as well and here I was simply flipping to the next page of the newspaper. Lucky for me it’s my day off. 

One by one my siblings left. The door shutting close once, twice, thrice — and once it was all quiet I folded the newspaper back to the table, walked to the living room, and flopped down the couch, grabbing the remote and turning the television on.

The screen flashed with that silly horoscope news. I never listened to them but I was bored out of my mind so I decided to indulge.

Today’s lucky sign is GEMINI. New opportunities await for your right before your eyes, don’t hesitate and go for it!

Well. That just sounds like bullshit. If people fell for this shit they must have real shitty lives, everyday was full of opportunities, it’s all up to perspective, really, or maybe I'm just privileged enough to have the capability to achieve all those opportunities? Whatever it as, at the very least — if people did believe this shit then they’d have some sort of motivational boost to get their life going. Cheers to the Geminis, I guess. 

But, remember…! Be wary of who you trust, who you have been trusting — go out of your comfort zone if you know you have the advantage if you know you can prepare for the new world ahead!

Moving forward, the unlucky sign for the day is—

Ah, what was my sign again? I felt my thoughts straying away from reality, I forgot the chronological order of it — I think I was the crab? Tonia always said something about water elements or something. What was it called again? Cancer? That didn’t sound so good, but, whatever, not like I actually believed in it.

For this sign, be very wary of how you hold your affections. Love will be an erratic emotion for today to you and you will have to make grave decisions. Remember, your actions can not be undone!

I scoffed, of course, you can’t turn back time after all — well, whatever the sign this was assigned to I just hope them the best. I sighed, this was going nowhere so I switched the channel and it quickly went to the news channel.

A couple found dead by Brightcrown Riverbanks, suspected to have died through committing double suicide. Authorities are currently investigating it further. When experiencing lows, seek immediate help—

Numbers came flashing one after the other. I didn’t particularly care for the news, I felt a little bad, sure, suicide was suicide just as how death was death, I’m sure if that couple had a good circle of friends they would be disheartened — if I were in their position and had known my family committed suicide I would be unrecoverable. That said, I thought the news was done — or, at least, another news would show up but, no, it continued. And I felt my heart stop. 

Two children.

Two fucking children on the news being interrogated.

The next thing I heard was the remote falling after I hurriedly turned the television off, ran to the door, and slipped on my shoes. I left a few lights open, I couldn’t care less. I just found himself running to nowhere specific — I just followed where I wanted to go. I was desperate. The sound of the quick and loud engine was running in my years as I hurriedly drove to Brightcrown. It wasn’t too far away but it’s far enough to make me question why someone from there would be in a school that wasn’t in Brightcrown (for reference, my brother went to Wyrmest Academy and, of course, the kindergarten was there too).

It took less than thirty minutes, I probably went past the speeding limit but that’ll be something I’ll think about when my mail arrives addressing my driving warnings. I saw the crime scene — well, suicide scene. I averted my gaze, there’s a shabby old, dilapidated building nearby just beside the riverbank. The couple must have leaped from the top floor — obvious with the large pools of sputters all over the ground. Then I thwarted my gaze from chalk outlines of a couple on the round to a pair of officers crouching down next to a pair of children and my eyes widened. There’s a lump of air all caught and tied in my throat and I raised my hand — I wanted to reach out to them but at the back of my mind I knew I shouldn’t, not when there were too many eyes around. So, I stayed. I kept quiet in the crowd. A few people were crowding the area, all gossiping and whispering even though it was evidently audible, it’s as if they are doing it on purpose to have their gossips heard. I let myself be a little near and comfortable in the sea of people, I listen to them but nothing registered to my ears other than:

Poor thing.

Wasn’t it expected? They’re such a weird family.

But they're only children.

Damn right, they’re only children.

It’s nightfall. The police have left. For some God-forsaken reason, the children were supposed to just go back home? What kind of bullshit was this? They’re traumatized, weren’t they? Shouldn’t they be under the care of their relatives, or a professional therapist — or someone, anyone, really. I know this isn’t my excuse to be their caretaker — this was only common sense. I have no fucking idea why the police are making the children go home like this. I couldn’t let that slide. 

So, I followed them once everyone was gone, waited in my car, and quietly followed them. I watched as Aether held Lumine’s hand and they walked back home. It was an old, shabby apartment complex. I heard of it — usually, runaways and poor college students and anyone just poor enough would buy a room here, it was probably around a thousand Mora per month, in comparison to the average hundred thousand Mora per month in usual apartments. It’s a bad thing, really, but I can’t help but feel a little bit of pride that I was right all along. I was right that they didn’t live a good life and that damned kindergarten teacher was hiding it with pleasant smiles and compliments or some shit. Yes, I am aware that it was for privacy reasons — but in what fucked up world (this world, apparently) would a teacher hide something this crucial, shouldn’t authorities have taken a step in if parents were unable to tend to their children? There were legal actions regarding this, right? I remember my brother telling me about criminal parents whose children were taken from their custody and were now under the care of an orphanage. Why wasn’t none of those done for these twins?

That Aether kid was peculiar, he didn’t know emotions — followed like a robot, he was like an empty can echoing and echoing whatever came in from the outside world. It was disturbing. And there that Lumine kid, too, who was too possessive of her brother — who toyed her brother around with her ridiculous ideas. I always watched them play when I was still visiting the kindergarten, she would brush his hair and say ‘thank you’ and I didn’t understand then and still didn’t understand now. A lot of things she did to her twin brother she would always say ‘thank you’ but shouldn't it be the other way around? I really didn’t understand those twins, but, now I’m seeing a glimpse of the truth. I watched as they went to the elevator. I waited outside, looking at the little fading counter on top. It stopped by the fifth floor. 

So, that’s where they live. 

I didn’t know what to do next. I paced in front of the elevator. Back and forth that the creaking wooden floor against my heavy steps felt like a drum and strum of a string in my ears for maybe around ten minutes. Just when the creaking grew too loud that it pierced my eardrums, I woke back up from my daydream — or anxiety, whichever it was that sent my mind to a complete blank, and I eventually left. It would be creepy if I went to the fifth floor, knocking on every door where they were — as much as I wanted to that much, I was still afraid. 

I left, walked back to the car. Still, despite the quiet of the night, I was nervous, dreadfully in trepidation of something I wasn’t certain of. I fumbled around with my keys, my palms were cold and somewhat sweaty — I wasn't sure why, even then, I’d realized I was also gritting my teeth as I messily pressed to unlock the car. The feeling was exactly like being chased by an unknown and being able to escape even briefly away from their line of sight but the moment would be not forever so you make haste to open your car so you can drive away before you’re caught again. And just when I was about to open the door, there was a light tug of my pants. I looked down, my heart felt like it turned to stone — I went cold the moment I met those familiar golden eyes. It’s been so long since I was this close to Aether. 

I wasn’t sure how to assess my feelings, on one hand, I was euphoric — I felt high with it, seeing him — so near, so near — but then I have to ground myself back to reality, this is the kid who just saw his parents dead by committing suicide. And then after the euphoria sweetened on my tongue and tingled my brain waves, trepidation came right after knocking back on my skull. I shouldn't be here. Anyone could tell that. Cold sweat was at the back of my neck, I swallowed hard, waited for Aether to say a thing or two but he only looked at me.

“Where’s your sister?” I had to take care of him, he was still scared — he might not show it but he has to be scared, right? All alone and scared. So I asked, I needed to— 

And he was quiet, like always, but for some reason, there’s something a little different. Yes, the way his little hand that was gripping by the edge of my pants tightened ever so slightly. I didn’t overlook that, of course, Aether barely ever made a move or acted on anything — barely reacted on anything so this was an interesting turn of events. I took note of it in my head, Lumine, I wondered if he gripped it out of loneliness, twins needed each other after all once they lost their parents, or, — I didn’t try to shove the possibility away — that he was afraid of her.

My heart was drumming out of my chest. I was nervous, so dreadfully nervous. It was dark, there was barely a single functioning lamppost. This little kid I've been obsessed with is just right in front of me, holding the end of my pants while looking up at me. It felt like my brain was back in high school cramming to study for a calculus exam in just under thirty minutes. I didn’t know what to feel next, all I knew was that the next moment I was back to reality I was cradling little Aether in my arms and, oh God, his cute, plump face was so close to mine. I felt my hand cup his bottom, his shorts were so thin and I was pressing my hands against his ass — my fingertips even brushing against those smooth and thin legs. It came naturally, I just couldn't help it, Aether would understand, right? I needed to hold him if I were to carry and cradle him — it’s not my fault he wore such short shorts and exposed his legs like this. 

“Did you know?”

And, suddenly, there was the faintest smile.

It felt like I swallowed cyanide. 

I couldn’t go home, no, not when I have a literal five-year-old in my car, sitting quietly and staring straight into the front compartment. He was quiet the entire hour of drive and now we’ve stopped just a little past the public park. “Is there anything you want to do?” I know I did. And I made sure to park the car right and I turned to look at him. He still doesn’t respond. “You know… you… have you been… abused…?” It felt wrong to ask that. And, still, he doesn’t respond. I reached my hand out, placing it on his thigh, he’s wearing short shorts — loose ones, and I slipped my fingers in, pressing into his inner thighs. It’s a bold move, I know, but I needed (wanted) to elicit a reaction from him immediately. I’ve been holding the urge for an hour, when I cradled him not too long ago it took everything in me not to strip him off and fuck him against the hood of my car. I wanted to hear his skin rubbing against the metal as he fucked him raw. I wanted to elicit a cry, a scream from this quiet little kid. When I fondled him a little when I cradled him, he barely reacted — I wondered why, but maybe it was still too vanilla — so I stepped up a notch, going straight under his shorts.

Still, he doesn’t look at me.

I pulled my hand away, he didn't react too. I pulled my seatbelt off, then his, and pulled him to my lap. He can’t try to not look at me anymore. “Why did you follow me outside?” Oh, how wrong it was for me to say that when I have been looking, ogling, waiting for him for six months. But, I didn’t want to shift the blame to myself — it was this little kid’s fault for following me outside, he should have just stayed at home with his sister, crying their hearts out after losing their parents but a naughty boy like him still followed me. It should be Aether asking me all these things but here he was, like a good little boy just sitting on my lap. “Aether?”

I wanted to do more. I left my senses behind if there even was an ounce of it left hanging. I tugged on the garters of his shorts and underwear, it’s loose, too — overstretched a bit and barely hanging onto his waist. He complied, holding onto my shirt and lifting his body a little then sat back on my lap then lifted off his little legs. I tossed his shorts and underwear to the backseat, then removed his long-sleeved knitted top. I widened my eyes. There were scars and scars everywhere — there were even cuts on his wrists. It felt like I was dipping my hand in a humanized Pandora’s box but I couldn’t help it, I’ve gone this far, I really like this kid — and, I just know it, the moment he says my name, the moment he smiles at me and the moment he cries (the moment I make him cry) would be the greatest euphoria I’ll ever achieve.

“Do you know what a kiss is?”

He didn't respond but he looked at me with the same wide and curious golden eyes. The same way when he asked me why he’d ever be scared when he witnessed a truck speeding towards them about to kill them. I pulled him close, my hand lay flat on his back, his skin was smooth regardless of the scars, it’s soft and I liked to squish his skin, his stomach, his arms — he’s so, so cute. My fingers were tracing everywhere and anywhere, sliding and brushing by the crook of his neck and under his armpits. God, the feeling of having a little kid naked on your lap was a different feeling that sent shockwaves through my veins. My hands were so big, I could just grab his stomach with one hand. I cupped my hand, letting my palm press against the little member and my fingers tapping on his plump ass. I looked at him again, he didn't seem unnerved, in fact, he looked curious. 

I pressed and pressed, he’s barely reacting but he’s definitely curious. The fifth time I pressed again he rolled his hips towards my hand. My heart skipped a beat, briefly, I felt my eyes widen. “Do you like that?” I asked but, again, he didn't respond with words, nonetheless, he spoke with his body and kept holding onto my shirt as he was rolling his hips towards my palm. Fuck, he’s so adorable. With my other hand, I pulled the little hair tie tying those golden tresses in a braid. When I pulled it away, all of it lay down and he looked so divine. I had no doubts he’s going to look even more divine when he’d grow up. “You’re so cute.” I couldn’t help it. Then I cupped his face and my heart skipped a beat again. 

His face was warm. 

I pulled my other hand away, now cupping his face with both my hands. His cheeks were flushed, all a dark shade of pink against pale complexion. He was feeling it. I leaned my face, brushed my lips against his. He closed his eyes, I kept mine open, I couldn't look away, not even a second of it, I’ll never get enough of this sight. I pressed one smooch, then another, and more lip on lip kisses. “Put your tongue out…” I whispered in his ear and he swallowed hard, I could hear the squelch of his saliva inside his mouth, that was how engrossed I was in the situation, all my senses went up a notch and I couldn’t help it. He still had his eyes closed, his little pink tongue sticking out and I stuck my tongue out, lapping it against his. Aether’s mouth was so tiny, that my tongue was also lapping against his nose. I wanted to lick him everywhere, I even bit his cheeks a little then sucked his lips. I couldn’t help but rub his cheeks as well as I continued to lick his skin. Eventually, I pressed his cheeks together, his mouth opened along with it and I pushed my tongue inside. 

Fuck.

I didn’t go home that night, or the next morning. I went straight to my own apartment I rarely used. I carried Aether who had his shirt inside out, his shorts the other way around. I was that much in a rush while clothing him (why the hell did it have to be proper when I was going to tear it all away again?). I quickly unlocked the room that night, opening a light or two and then letting him flop on the bed as I stripped him again. He looked so, so cute now that he was on my bed. I’m glad I changed the sheets to silk because it looked like I’m gonna make love to my wife on a wedding night. I was breathing heavily, my finger tracing from his cheeks, down to his chest then pressing my fingertip onto those puffy pink nipple before twisting them between my fingers — I did the same to the next and as I looked at him, he didn’t budge, nor give a reaction. He simply looked at me with the same curious gaze. 

I held his arm, rubbed my thumb against his wrist — kissed all his scars, what five-year-old had the mind of knowing just the gravity of being alive enough they'd cut themselves? They looked new and old altogether but I didn’t ask anymore. I kept kissing and licking it as I looked at him. 

He was trembling, his fist was clenching. I don’t think he didn’t like it — it was more like… a withdrawal?

I pulled away, let him go, took a razor from the bedside table, and gave it to him. He doesn’t hesitate, quickly grabbing it from my hands and staring at his own wrists. The blade was quick to move against the skin. There was not a second thought in each slide. The blood sputtered, droplets across the silken grey sheets. He’s not smiling or crying, he was cutting, again and again, the skin was splitting, spreading I could see the layers of skin under, all red and vivid. His hands were trembling as the blood was sputtering. He’s not losing consciousness — I watched more closely.

He was not exactly cutting where it should be or how hard it should be. He’s careful. He knows where to cut properly, just enough to hurt badly but not die. This kid’s crazy, I just know it. And the cutting stopped. Just on one wrist. Bloodied razor was held by the other hand and Aether began cutting the other wrist. It kept going for maybe five minutes, I watched quietly. 

I’ve never watched anyone self-harm, I was entranced and at a loss of words. Again, my heart was trembling at the sight.

And Aether stopped, the razor fell back on the silken sheets. He’s breathing heavily but not exactly panting, just slowly and cautiously — enough not to trigger a panic attack. I took the bandages from the bedside drawer, gave them to him and he monotonously took it, began wrapping them around his bloodied arms. It was like making breakfast, that was how nonchalant Aether was with the entire situation. 

My bed’s all a mess. I imagined it to be cum and sweat staining the sheets but it turned for the worse. It’s all blood. The next thing I knew, Aether crawled onto my lap, holding the bloody razor against my wrist. My eyes widened. I didn’t kidnap a child, I didn’t enslave him—

He’s got me all tied up in his fucked up world. I wasn’t sure if I was afraid, I think I was — but at the back of my head, a part of me expected this — expected that I never picked up a normal kid, never laid my eyes on a normal kid. That accident said it all, the way he asked me why he wouldn’t be afraid of almost dying. He’s been wanting to fucking die all his life (five years of living and maybe four or three years of it being aware he wanted to die). I’m not enough of a fool to realize it late, but acknowledging it was a hard pill to swallow. I kept telling myself I’ve gone this far, but I never truly weighed the gravity of that decision. The moment he pressed that blade on my wrist — no, before that, the taste of our first kiss, I already knew I dug my own grave. 

I leaned close to kiss him again, holding his trembling hands, I pushed my tongue in. 

It tasted of blood, of decay — it smelt rotten. He tasted, too, of bitterness. I was afraid to be certain of what the taste was, afraid to know of the truth but there’s no hiding it anymore. I went this far, we’ve gone this far (and, I might just be the next thing that defines the taste of his mouth). Who knew there were people more fucked up? I was genuinely baffled by the turn of events. For a second, I regretted ever witnessing that accident — if my brother and I had been a little late to fetch our youngest brother I wouldn’t have to witness that accident or meet Aether. This peculiar kid who would look at you with such a curious gaze, asking you why he would be ever scared of witnessing a near-death experience. This peculiar kid who didn’t react when I touched him badly, when I stripped him. This peculiar kid who so openly took the blade from my hands and began cutting without hesitation. 

I’m now wondering if his parents were fucked up. Were they the ones who turned this little kid like this?

It explained Lumine’s possessiveness. 

Aether was sick in the head. 

No, I didn't know the entire story — for all I could have known, the entire family might’ve been in an endless cycle of abuse. It was conflicting, I wanted Aether and at the same time, I was afraid of him (of the world). And that fear grew more and more until I found myself locking him away. I couldn’t let anyone else know I took a vulnerable kid under my care without any official papers. His sister might be going crazy, might have even committed suicide—

I was right.

The next day there was another news. 

A little girl hung herself in her apartment.

I had no doubt it was Lumine, from the article the location, the appearance — it all matched. A five-year-old little girl was found dead from hanging herself after witnessing her parents’ suicide. I was nervous, I was growing really, really nervous. I’m not a liar — I hated lying, and I knew that one way or another truths will be revealed. I’ll go to jail, I’ll bring my family down. My brother who’s a renowned lawyer, my sister who’s the Head Chief of the Police, my three younger siblings were well-loved and adored in their classes, both by teachers and classmates alike. My existence, this one crime was going to tear lives apart. I couldn’t go home after that, not anymore, really. I tried, but I’d get sick, turn the car and return to my apartment. I texted my family saying I just wanted to have some time in my apartment since it was going to collect dust. They laughed about it saying how very ‘me’ of me. After all, I was a family man as many have said — I liked being with my family no matter what. 

It’s been three weeks since the suicide of Aether’s parents, since Lumine’s suicide, and since I’d completely locked Aether in my apartment. The police were still finding Aether, and I’m not sure what to do. I don’t think they’d know I was around, not to mention, I’m not related to them. I doubt they’d call for me. Still, I was paranoid. I had ties with their family — or, at least, to Aether and Lumine considering the accident over six months ago. I was spiraling with my thoughts and feelings of trepidation — I had so much to lose—

Then, there was a tug of my sleeve. I stopped biting my nails. I looked down and saw such familiar golden irises. I swallowed hard, my hysteria fading in the slightest. I crouched down, meeting him eye-level, and held his upper arms, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “What’s wrong?” I asked him then pressed a small kiss on his forehead. His face was warm, again, and I’m not sure if it meant he felt flushed or that he was thinking of that again. 

“Hungry.”

I felt my stomach turn cold. My breath hitched and I smiled, “Okay.” I stood up, held his hand, looking at the bandages dripping red, I needed to buy new ones — I can’t keep washing old bandages for Aether, it was unsanitary. I brought him to the dining table, he sat patiently, like usual. I walked up to the fridge. I had two, now, I only had one for myself, since Aether came into my life and lived with me I had to buy an extra fridge. I opened the freezer and looked at the plastic bags of limbs all vivid red. “Hhhaa… hhhahh…” My anxiety was swelling, the color from my face draining as I was shuddering breaths while I looked at my freezer. The cold condensed the scent inside, I could still vividly smell it — the pungent odor of death. I swallowed hard, took one bag out, closed the freeze then grabbed a bowl, placing it in front of Aether. I untied the little rope around the opening of the plastic back then I let the innards flow out and splash on the bowl, swirling as it poured to fill to the brim. 

I gagged, I had to look away before Aether could take a bite. I gritted my teeth, my jaw clenching. I rushed to the sink, gagging and choking until chunks of my breakfast poured out, orange-yellow and green mixing as I burst out my vomit. Tears were welling up in my eyes, my throat was burning and my head felt light. This scent, even though it was flaring into my nostrils, doesn't compare to the stench of decay. I opened the faucet, washed my mouth, and watched as my puke went to the drain. I gargled with the tap water, spat it out, and shuddered a sigh. I turned and looked at Aether.

He hadn’t taken a bite. I’d know it, his face wasn’t smudged in blood. Only when I finally looked at him that he moved his hand, dipping into the bowl then grabbed the meat. His mouth opened, the strings of viscous blood evident as the meat was pulled away from the bowl, pushed inside the tiny mouth. The fear was hammering inside my head, I held onto the edge of the sink, forcing myself to smile but I couldn't. I couldn’t.

It was night again. I’ve changed the sheets just this morning and yet it was filled with blood again. I was growing worried. Aether was losing too much blood. I didn’t doubt he knew it, though, it seems he’s calculated it all before he could lose his consciousness. Again, I’m both terrified and entranced by it. I dipped my knees into the mattress, sitting beside Aether who sat and stared at the wall across. He wasn't moving or reacting when I came to bed, as usual, and I’ve grown used to it. I let my hands press against his belly, it’s soft but it’s definitely grown thinner.

And it's my fault. 

I’m still not used to how he eats. I keep getting sick about it and I’d give him so little out of my sheer disgust. I sighed, scooting low as I had one arm wrapped around from his back, nuzzled my face to his bare stomach then pressed chaste, butterfly kisses on it, to his navel and to his crotch, “I’m sorry, Aether. I’ll feed you better.” I kiss his sides, my tongue able to feel the bumps of his ribs. I felt so bad, I felt so guilty — I was starving my lover. I shouldn’t deprive him of his basic needs but I’m too selfish. 

My other hand pried his leg apart. My finger pressing and fondling his little member and the barely developed testicles. I loved fondling him, he was like a little plush and I adored touching him all over. “I’ll buy you new bandages, too,” I told him and now he looked at me expectantly. He really liked cutting. “Do you want new blades, too?” 

“Okay.”

And that little response was enough. I smiled, leaning up to press a kiss on his lips and he returned it. He knew how to kiss better. He was reciprocating better, a little slow, but better now than before. I pulled my hand away from fondling his genitals and I pressed my hand on his chest, pushing him back on the pillows. I had one arm propped up, my cheek resting on the back of my palm as I was looking down at him, my other hand pressing into the delicate hole. He’s reacting more now, he knows that reactions get him new gifts — new bandages and blades and that I promised him more food. He’s still learning, that’s what I realized.

“You should moan, arch your back and lean closer to me when I touch you like this,” I told him and he nodded. I redid my actions, he followed my instructions well. It’s still mechanical — he doesn’t really feel inclined to do it, not yet, but he’ll learn. I, too, learned to be patient. Someone who’s driven by emotions and values like I am realized people of the opposite really existed by nature too. “That’s good, when you moan you raise your tone, or you can make it hushed but pleading.” 

Aether looked at me rather peculiarly, he stopped moving and tilted his head. 

“Have you ever cried?” I finally asked and he looked at me. Not with confusion, I’m sure he knew what crying was — his sister did that. I believe he looked at me so oddly because I was asking something he wasn’t capable of (or, rather, something he didn’t know he was capable of). 

“No.” Came his quick and honest response. Slowly, surely, certainly — fuck — there was this icky, viscous and rotten feeling crawling up to my throat. It felt like phlegm stuck at the back of my tongue, sticking to the walls of my throat and to my tonsils. 

The next thing I knew I was towering over him. We’ve yet to go this far, mostly because I was nervous. How silly of me, I, the pedophilic kidnapper, nervous to take my victim’s virginity—

Wait, was he even a virgin? 

“Do you know what we’re doing?”

And he only looked at me with a blank yet somewhat curious gaze. He doesn’t seem to recognize what I’d do next — what our positions were, but I watched his little hands press, roll, and flick his own nipples. Right, that’s what I always did to him when we would be in this position. He’s a good boy for remembering that step by step. “We’ll do more, then,” I told him and pressed kiss after kiss on his face. I stripped myself off of my pants and underwear, wrapping my hand around my cock. I wanted him to blow me, but I don’t think I can stomach a mouth eating flesh wrapped around my cock yet. I’m still afraid. I blew a hot breath, I needed to take a breath or two, my cock was twitching and I felt terribly warm. There’s a five-year-old bare on my bed, watching my erect cock that’s gonna plug into that little hole of his, God, this was really happening. 

I took a tube of cool lubricant from the bedside table, popping the lid open then squeezing the tube’s body as the translucent gel poured all down layering my length — I hesitated for a moment, if I really wanted to make Aether cry I wouldn’t lubricate myself. But, I was afraid — he might cry too loud, the neighbors might hear us (him), no one knew I had a kid, no one knew I lived with anyone even, and if they heard a little kid cry then I'd be found out, I’d lose Aether and everything, but that wasn't my only worry. He’s only five, what if he dies? What if the pain would be too much? I’ve never fucked a man, more so a child. I’ve done anal — but girls would have their slick dripping down it would’ve lubricated their assholes in the end. I swallowed hard, putting the tube aside and I looked at how keenly Aether watched as he was still pinching and rolling his pink nipples that had now hardened.

“Good boy,” I told him. Pressing a kiss to his nose then trailing smooches down to his lips, his jaw then to his chest then sideways to one breast sucking it gently, nibbling on it and letting my teeth graze on the hardened nub before I sucked it hard leaving an audible pop off of my lips as I held one leg apart then lined the tip of my cock into the pink hole. There’s no hair and it’s all smooth. Sure, I’d fucked a hairless ass once or twice — but it’s shaved, this one? It’s pure smoothness, pure innocence. I licked my lips, watching as those golden eyes looked at the way my tip was pressed against the sealed shut hole. “You do what you feel like, okay?” That's what I told him, I can't instruct him how to feel, this was a first for the both of us. The reaction had to be genuine, had to be raw. 

I slid the tip in, it stretched his rim and I saw his eyes widen. His walls were clenching around me and his hands were trembling. This was really his first time, the reaction was so genuine and vivid. I slid further, now letting go of my cock as I reached to hold his other leg spreading both wide as I slowly rolled my hips against his ass. Aether’s hands were trembling and it quickly grabbed my arm, his untrimmed, jagged (bitten) nails were clawing into my skin. I hissed, both at the tingling sensation of his grip and the tightening feeling of my cock being suffocated in the little hole. My breath hitched as I kept my gaze on my lover, his eyes were wide, lips parted — he was panting heavily, drool dripping from the corners of his lips. 

His body was convulsing slightly and, soon enough, as I went deeper — just a little halfway in. But, for the most part, he was quiet — he doesn't know how to feel, doesn't know what words to say or what sound to make. He’s completely malfunctioning. There were the pleasure and fear drilling down to my bones and knocking into my head. Aether doesn't know any better, doesn't even know how to process his emotions, I held his little legs tighter I could press my fingers into his bones and I just know it must hurt enough.

Still, Aether doesn't cry now does he plea for any salvation. His body writhed, yes, but it’s all a natural response that, even so biologically correct, Aether does not recognize the actions of his own. I’m surprised, amazed, entranced, simply so it’s a magnanimous kind of beauty I can’t look away from, something I cannot get enough of. Aha, a little kid who doesn't know anything, not even how to feel — it’s quite unbelievable, but, it’s true.

I thrust a little deeper again, the body underneath me writhed, twisted and Aether’s back arched towards me, his head thrown back. I swallowed hard, my sweat accumulating and dripping from the sides of my forehead. I continue my action, in and out, in and out — I hear the little lewd squelches but only little as I’ve yet to place any pressure and this hole could only take my tip and nowhere near half the base of my cock. I watched him with keen interest, watching the slow transformation of this body that was now mine to keep, mine to love. 

Pants and gasps slowly followed after, choked out breaths almost as though he was suffocated. I’m not sure what’s happening but it seemed that Aether was that uncertain of what to do, uncertain of how to handle the pain that he stopped breathing. I widened my eyes, stopped rolling my hips but my tip was still inside him and I let go one leg, cupping the side of his face, tucking the stray strands of gold behind his ears — his face was undeniably hot as though he ran with a fever and I kiss and licked the sweat away, my tongue feeling the warmth radiating off his skin. “Breath, Aether, breathe—” I told him, and he gasped out another breath like a fish out of water. He follows me well, that, I am certain of. “I told you, feel what you have to feel.”

Again, Aether does not understand my instructions — that’s alright, nonetheless. He’ll learn it slowly and surely. After all, every step of the way I would be there by his side showing him all sorts of love and pain. He needed to learn how to get hurt, how to cry, and how to plead — that's the only way he’ll learn to protect himself. I gave him another slow and deep kiss, sucking his parted lips and lolling tongue, smiling as I moaned into the kiss then pulling back. I looked at where my dick was connected to his hole, laughing as I threw my head back, my hand running through my hair, “Aether, Aether, you should be feeling good, okay? What do you do when you feel good?”

I watched Aether’s head slowly turn, those wide golden eyes looked at me so intently. I realized something new. Aether doesn’t know how to feel good. This kid doesn’t know how to feel about anything, monotonously following instructions. He’s an empty vessel that absorbed anything that came upon him. I wasn't sure if I felt relieved about it, again, I was terrified about everything — about him, me, and us. But, doesn't mean I can't get high off of it. The fear and delight drilling down to my bone was sending me to a new chase I could never reach. I was so lost in my new shot of euphoria that I didn't realize I was gradually increasing my pace, thrusting faster and deeper and when I looked back down at him I saw the little glistens of droplets by the corners of his eyes.

It was my turn to be surprised. My heart flared, burned all too hotly and brightly. Aether didn’t know how to cry, didn’t know how to scream — choked-out breaths left his lips and tears were streaming down his face. I did it. I did it. I actually, really, fucking did it. I choked a laugh, my lips curling into a smile, baring my teeth as I looked down at the little body trembling under me. Oh God, oh fuck, it felt so good. I swallowed hard once again, pulling my cock away, and then quickly thrust back. Aether’s body jerked then convulsed harder, his back arching and his nails digging even deeper into my skin that it drew out blood. I licked my lips — the euphoria sending me to a new high I’ve never reached before. 

Gasps, little whines, and choked breaths were all Aether could muster, I wasn’t complaining — that god damn face all wrinkled into an expression I’ve never seen before was more than enough, anything more would get me to a serotonin shock that I might just get a heart attack. I pulled out a little, but, the tip still stretching the rim and thrust in, maybe a little too deep — I was so lost in the haze and lust I forgot this little body could only hold so much. I thought it was just a little deep but my balls felt friction. I looked down, my eyes widened and I was literally balls deep in a five-year-old’s ass. My heart was trembling, there’s clear lube dribbling out but I could see red, there’s blood dripping from the hole and I swallowed hard. I felt it. I felt it against my throbbing cock, the warmth of blood mixing with the cool lube. 

Holy fuck. My heart was beating out of my chest, and my head was all fuzzy. This wasn’t anything like before when I rubbed my cock between his thighs. Aether was so quiet, so unmoving — he looked so empty. But, this time, it’s different. He was reacting, more and more — increasingly morphing his face into a new ugly expression only I could make him do. Again, I thrust in, the lube and blood mixing — I’m not sure if it made it harder to thrust inside but damn this hole was even getting tighter. I gritted my teeth, unable to hide my smile as I left his legs now limp then grabbed his tiny, soft waist. I can see the bulge of my cock against his stomach, fuck, so good, and my thumb was pressing on the bulge — it felt so euphoric. I leaned low, pressing sloppy kisses to lick the tears away then biting Aether’s soft cheeks. He’s whining, he’s pleading.

“That’s how you plead, how you whine — that’s good, that’s good — you’re learning well, Aether.” I crooned at him with compliments in between my breaths. My skin was tearing apart, I looked at my wrist — Aether’s fingernails were raking down my arms and it was boring cuts on my skin, albeit the direction was the opposite. I laughed, “Aether, we’re matching scars now.” looked at Aether’s horizontal scars and then to my own vertical, ragged ones from Aether’s grip and I laughed. “I think this is better than getting matching rings, I realized I’m too romantic, I should adjust to your taste.” It wasn't a lie when I’ve always planned to get us rings, in fact, I already had a design or two in mind.

But, at this moment, I quickly disposed of that idea. I looked at the blood dribbling down from my new wounds. This was so much better than matching rings. I thrust in and out, again and again, harder, faster, and Aether’s cries and gasps only increased — the volume, its pitch, it was all reaching high notes that eventually I grew aware and slapped my hand over his mouth. “Not too loud, Aether.” I pushed my hand further down that his head was sinking into the pillows and I pressed kisses on his forehead, “I don’t want to lose you, okay?” I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe — there was a lump at my throat, my voice was trembling, “You’re all I’ve got left, I can’t lose you—” and I remember how everyone else in Aether’s life was dead. “And you don't want to lose me, I’m the only one who can feed you now, who can give you pretty blades, new bandages, and a soft bed you can sleep on.” I shuddered another laugh then licked along his earlobe then licked the sweat off the crook of his neck, “No one’s as patient as me, I’ll teach you everything, how to cry, how to whine and beg, you’ll learn so many things from me that no one will teach you.”

I can see his chest rising erratically, my palm was sucked in his deep breaths, the saliva pooling by my skin. I saw the way his eyes were rolling to the back of his head. He was looking up almost like he was blacking out. I plunged my cock even deeper just as when I felt it grow warmer and throbbing even more. Once, twice and on the third thrust, I felt my seed spilled out, pushing and mixing against the blood and lube. I let out a breath of relief, heaving heavy breaths as I let my cock sheathed in for a little while, relishing the convulsing walls that pulsated against my spilling cock. I pulled my hand away. Aether's body was trembling badly and his chest was jerking as if he was being electrocuted. I looked at my hand filled with snot, tears, and saliva. 

I took a lick of it, salty, but I didn’t mind, it had a sweet aftertaste. My hand traced along Aether’s neck. His face looked a little too pale, I had my finger under his nose and by his parted lips, he was still breathing but he must’ve passed out when I fucked him too hard while covering his mouth. My hand was too big, it covered probably half his face. I pulled my cock out, dripping with so much thick liquid and I pulled Aether up by his side, his armpits were so wet and warm against my hands, I raised him to my level letting his limp body lean on my chest as I sat down on the bed, licking the sweat off of his armpits and his chest. I held him with one arm the other cupping his ass and keeping the cum inside, I pushed my finger in, desperate to keep all of me filling that sweet, freshly stretched hole. 

Once all the saltiness was out of his armpits I licked his cheeks, there were so much tears, was this five years of never crying? Aha, I could only imagine if I picked him up a little later, maybe he’d cry more? How much did he repress? God, it just felt so good. For the first time, for the fucking first time, he’s finally cried — shook so much under me. I’ve never felt this much happiness in my life. I kissed him again and again, the smooching sounds echoing in our room, “You did sooo, so, well for me, for you, for us. ” 

I laid him down again, neatly fixing the pillows. I curled my body to cradle him, pulling his hand close to my lips, kissing his fingertips, licking his hand — the giddiness in my heart couldn’t possibly be enough, I was overwhelmed with this euphoria. I was certain. I’m really going to tie my life with him. If that was the case, I needed to be like him, learn from him just as how he’s learning from me. 

It was 3:30 in the morning of the first of April this year, the bitter yet fragrant scent of spring was in the air, blowing along with the cool gust of the night breeze. I was trembling in this dimly lit room as I hastily took what little pieces of evidence were left; I was meticulous, despite that, at this very moment, I was hurrying and panicking terribly. I swallowed hard, looking at the full plastic bags in my duffle bag. I wiped the sweat off my chin with the back of my hand, careful not to smudge any blood on my face. He breathed hard as I zipped the bag close placing it on a clean tile. I looked at the cut open body, empty of its innards, some bones still present. I held the ends of the disposable flammable plastic wrap the man was lying on, wrapping the carcass with it and tying it sealed shut. I carried the body, dragging its weight to the furnace just behind. 

I stripped myself off of my clothes, throwing it all into the furnace as well. I changed into new and clean clothes, watching as the furnace did its work. I hurried to grab the bag and left the wooden shed, but as I stood by the door I looked back. “3:44,” said the old wooden clock that hung by the wall, its pendulum ticking at every second. The next came the rattle of the harsh rain against the sheets of metal roofs. I heard the sharpness of it and it thundered in my head down to my heart like a sinister chill. Briefly, the rattling of rain eased me into a vertigo, it was more comforting than the flickering and crackling of flares by the furnace behind me. I pushed the door open, leaving the cabin and pulling the hood of my raincoat as he ran to my car. 

I turned the engines on and despite the whirring of it, all I could hear was the ragged breathing of my breath and the loud drumming of my pacing heart. The cool air conditioning was easing my tense nerves, the duffle bag on my lap and then I looked behind, there’s an axe, multiple blades, and a hammer. It’s a fucking mess. I gritted my teeth. This was bad. I shook my head, throwing the bag to the backseat. I pressed the gas pedal then began to drive away, my lover was waiting for me, I had to hurry or else I might never see him again.

It took an hour or two before I could arrive at the meeting spot. I stayed in the car and, at the corner of my vision, through the tinted windows of my car, I saw a little boy, golden hair tied in a beautiful loose braid, blue, pink, and golden clips of butterflies and flowers by his hair and I looked longingly, forgetting the heavy weight of guilt that wore me away. I watched the little boy twirl and dance around with his cute little white dress. He reached his hand out, two candies in his hand, and gave it to a man sitting all alone. He was perhaps round 5’7”, a little fat, but not too fat — perhaps fleshy was the right word. I looked left and right, there was no one else around, that was good. 

I watched, quietly. And the man accepted the candies after a little more persuasion from the little boy who tugged the man’s pants, spread his own legs, and then lifted the hem of his dress showing nothing but those cute silken white panties I bought for him. The little boy mouthed a word or two, I’m not sure, but he took a step back, keeping his dress bunched up by his chest, not soon after the candies were unwrapped and popped into the mouth and then I looked away, took the plastic bag from the backseat. The moment I looked back, the man had already fallen off the bench. I walked out of the car, carefully treading close to the scene. My eyes met golden ones, “Your dress is all wrinkled.” I noted, the sleeve was a little off too. 

Aether looked up at me with those cute flushed cheeks, the tiniest smile on his lips, and the glint of enthusiasm in those golden irises, “He gave me Ajax touches earlier, I said no.”

I laughed then gave a small smile, patting his head and then I crouched down, pressing a kiss on his forehead, “What happened next?” I already knew where this was going, even then, I’d still ask — the story would never get old. I shoved the body into the bag and then tied the opening close. Then I stood up, reached my other hand out and Aether took it, holding me tight as we walked back to the car.

“I said, ‘Okay but you gotta feed me.’” Aether laughed, a peal of childish laughter echoing from his stomach, from the bottom of his heart. I’m happy I made him laugh, he’s pretty by nature and he’s definitely a new level of beauty when he smiles and laughs. “He must'a thought differently, I don’t mind.”

“For sure,” I noted then opened the door to the passenger seat, Aether hopped in and I opened the back door and threw the body inside. I hurried to the driver’s seat, turning the engine again, “New dinner for us.” I said with mirth as I reversed the car and then quietly drove away. I could hear the shuffling of clothes and I blinked twice, I looked to the side and watched my lover strip off of his dress then untying the panties, letting it all drop to the floor and I laughed, “Is the aircon too low?”

“No.” he said bluntly, spreading his legs and began poking his own hole, “The Ajax touches he gave made me miss you.” Then, he was rubbing his hand over his crotch, his other hand pinching his own nipple. He was moaning, loud and wanton, his legs spread and bucking against the air. His little hand patting his hole or his member and I groaned, having to focus on the road. 

“You’re distracting me, love.” I wanted to stop looking but I kept stealing a glance or two. Aether was a mess as he was touching himself all over. He’s a lot more expressive now, I admit, this was a new charm, a complete 180 from when I first met him and my heart swelled with how much I made him better, I taught him a lot of things and, now, he looked much happier.

Aether only hummed, sighing and whining — I taught him that, how loud he should be, how long each moan and sigh should be — he knew what to do because I punished him when he wouldn’t do it right and I rewarded him well when he caught my instructions well. I had even taught him of when he would pleasure himself, he should sigh, whine and hum in the meltful feeling. 

I continued driving for over an hour, parking by the entrance of a forest. When the car jerked to a stop, I pulled my seatbelt off, “Come on, you know what to do.” I told him as I patted my thighs. Aether pulled his own seatbelt off and then hopped onto my lap. “Good boy.” I kissed the tip of his nose then his mouth, slotting my tongue through his lips and pushing against his small, wet muscle. I've grown used to the weird taste that everything’s so sweet now. I sighed into the kiss, my hand pressing against his smooth back. I touched him all over, remembering he’d been touched by that shitty man, “Where did he touch you?” I whispered against his ear and Aether shuddered, leaning his body closer to my chest and rubbing his body against my shirt.

“Everywhere.” He nuzzled his face close to my chest and raised his ass. I knew he was lying — if he really was touched there those panties shouldn’t have still been intact. 

“Liar.” And he looked at me with those innocent, golden eyes — it’s brimming so brightly with love and adoration, much unlike back then when it was so empty of any sentiment. I leaned my lips to kiss his nose, take a little bite eliciting a giggle from him. “Children shouldn’t lie,” I told him as I popped open a tube of lube I had in stash at the drink compartment in the middle. I coated my fingers with the thick, cool gel then quickly slid two fingers in, scissoring them wide and I watched that cute little mouth open wide, breathing heavily and dripping saliva. “You’ve got such a dirty mouth, Aether. I told you, I hate lying — more so liars.” I bit onto his lower lip and he whined again. 

Just when we’re really getting into it, my phone rang. I put it on speakerphone, gesturing a ssh to my lover with a peck on his lips, he should know what it meant and he quickly let go of clutching onto my clothes and clamped his hands over his mouth. 

“Yes, hello, Tonia?” I looked at the phone’s screen name and smiled as I pressed quiet and soft kisses on the tears welling up by the corners of Aether’s eyes. Two of my fingers were still pressing against opposite walls that pulsated against my skin. “What’s up, why the call on such a late night?” and what came after were sobs from the other line. “T-Tonia?! Why are you crying?” And now my attention was focused on the call, I could hear muffled whines by my ear and Aether was pushing his ass more against my fingers and I gritted my teeth. 

“Brother Ajax! It’s so horrible! Anthon broke my Art Materials kit! And then Teucer ate my snacks!” Tonia complained with a loud cry. “I opened the fridge and my cookies and brownies were all gone, I was supposed to eat it for my midnight snack but then Big Sister spilled the beans to me…! Unbelievable!”

I hummed in response, laughing a little after, “That’s awful!” I said as though I were actually upset, thrusting my fingers even harder in Aether’s ass that his breath got all choked up, I could feel pools of his saliva that dripped out between his fingers onto my shirt and I kissed his cheeks, “That reminds me, Teucer always keeps a stash of his candies in his drawer, you can go rummage in that and take just as much in revenge, what do you think?” and I heard the way Tonia made an audible ‘ooooh’ and I grinned, “It’s not like those candies are rare, ask Brother to buy more of those for Teucer if he whines about it.” 

“So sinister! You are very, very cruel, Brother Ajax!” Tonia said with a laugh and I pulled my fingers away, adjusting the backseat to lie a little lower and I pulled Aether to go the other way around, pushing his head to my clothed groin and settled his legs spread over my chest as I looked at his pink, gaping, slick hole. I didn’t need to say another word. Aether knew what to do next and there was the sound of zipper and cloth shifting and I raised my hips a little for my underwear and pants to be pulled down just enough. My cock sprung free, hitting the soft cheeks of Aether and he quickly grasped it lightly between his soft, smooth palms. 

“Anthon too has a secret collection of magazines of his favorite swordsmen, how about you draw on them with your broken art kit? Don’t worry, I have copies of all of those, I can give him my version if he gets upset, aha…” I told Tonia and I heard a clap from the other end of the line. This time, I had three fingers in, pushing, curling, and pounding my fingertips against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Aether's body was shivering, his plump, little ass quivering and jiggling and I licked my lips, using my other hand to grope one cheek hard enough to elicit a wanton moan quickly muffled when Aether shoved my dick into his mouth in a desperate attempt to silence himself.

Tonia was giggling at the other end of the call, “That is just perfect, Brother! Thank you, thank you! I’m really gonna make them regret it!” I let out a deep sigh, feeling Aether’s warm tongue shivering as it attempted to lay flat and lick, curl around the thick girth that stretched his mouth open. “Anyways, Brother, I’m going to hang up now. By the way, Mother and Father miss you so I hope you can come by and visit soon! Also, I hope you’re not doing anything stupid, g’night!”

I rolled my eyes, “Oh, Tonia—” and I had four fingers in the slick hole, quickly thrusting in and out as I had my other hand grabbing Aether’s head shoving it further down so he swallowed my entire cock, “You have so little faith in me…!” I heard the way Aether choked and cried, muffling it all with a cock sheathed down his throat. I let out a playful sigh, “Anyways, good night, my darling princess, I, your loyal knight, bids you sweet dreams…!” And I made smooching noises as if I was kissing my palm and blowing kisses to my sister when I was kissing Aether’s reddened ass from how tightly I’ve been holding it earlier 

I heard Tonia giggle, returned the smooch then ended the call and I quickly continued to hold Aether’s head, tangled golden locks between fingers as I pulled and shoved his head down my cock. It was like I had a limp rag doll in my grasp and I chuckled, “Come on, Aether, the call ended, tell me — show me — how it feels, how you feel—” His body was convulsing badly, I laughed and nuzzled my face by his spread cheeks then kissed his puffy, puckered hole. “Your asshole’s a pretty slit now, it’ll be a pussy in no time and you’ll grow up and be my wife and we’ll be the family you’ve never had.” I quipped but it seemed my words held more meaning with the way Aether shuddered, and suddenly cried out, sobbing as his hands were struggling to grasp my cock, his own head bobbing up and down on his own accord.

“You like that?” I crooned then darted my tongue out, pushing it into the hole. I could feel the warmth of his walls clenching around as I pressed my tongue up and to the sides. I let go of his hair, seeing as how Aether was deepthroating my cock better now and I had one hand under, pressing his little member, squeezing it that little droplets escaped, I pulled my tongue away, pressing a chaste kiss on his bottom, “Oh, pee time? Does my little lover want to piss himself?” I laughed again and as I had one hand teasing his member, I had the other pressing on his lower stomach. It doesn’t take long when his cries flowed through vibrations down my balls and his body shuddered, spurts of urine gushing out and soiled my clothes. 

“What a bad boy… soiling my clothes like that.” I pulled my drenched hands away, holding the handle of the seat and suddenly adjusting to upright. The little body that laid comfortably on top of me was shoved upside down and I felt my cock even deeper in Aether’s throat if it could even go any further. I threw my head back, groaning in pleasure but I had no time to dip into the euphoria and quickly held him by his sides and turned him around, the blood rushing to Aether’s head might kill him and I made him look at me.

His face was so flushed red, head hanging to the side and his mouth wide open with his lolling tongue and pooling and dripping saliva, streams of tears both dry and new down his cheeks as snot was dripping from both his nostrils. I chuckled, nuzzling my cheek with his then kissing his mouth, sucking his tongue and saliva into sloppy, loud, and messy kissing. I loved the way our love echoed in my car, the stench of it was getting me high, too. I hoisted him up a little, letting him lean by my shoulder then spread his cheeks, lining his hole to the tip of my cock and I pulled his ass down and I heard another gasp beside my ear then a whine, strained cry, and a sob. His walls clenched around my cock, his hands clutching onto my shirt. Once his ass was all settled down on my lap, my cock sheathed warmly and comfortably in my favorite and the one and only hole I’ll ever love, I reached for his arms, kissing the scars on his wrists. 

“You did well, that was a lot of crying… does it hurt that bad?” I asked him gently, nibbling by his earlobe then pressed kisses on his ears, a little loudly, I liked it when he shivered at the sound of the smooches so close to his ear. Even I felt it and it went down to my cock, twitching and it had a domino effect of Aether’s ass clamping down on my dick. Aether only mewled and then began unbuttoning my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders then began to lick the urine that stuck on my skin. Of course, his mess, his to clean — I really taught Aether so well. I patted his head and he hummed, leaned towards my palm like a cute little pet. I ruffled his hair then kissed the top of his head, “Let’s go home, I’ll feed you lots and you’ll make us feel so good.” then I began the car once again. I had one hand by the wheel, the other wrapped around my lover, I groped him, fondled his soft skin and his little sounds were music to my ears. 

Ah, God, my head was getting all fuzzy, I love my little lover so much, this is going to be our forever life and I've got nothing against it. I kissed his head again as I quietly drove back home — our home.