The author narrates.
Vikram felt a tingling sensation run through his body. A different energy, as if something had been reconfigured during the night. He didn't know if it was lingering pleasure, suppressed fear, or simply the echo of having survived.
He felt cold, so he snuggled closer under the blanket. But there was also a warmth beneath something very soft, though rough in places. It wasn't a pillow. But the human felt it that way. His cheek rested against a firm, warm chest, marked by scars that spoke of stories he didn't yet know.
A thick fog covered the outside. The sun wasn't visible, but the grayish light filtering through the window indicated that it was daytime. The silence was absolute, as if the world were suspended. A faint smell of dampness and metal hung in the air, as if the atmosphere itself reminded them that they were in a place that showed no mercy.
Vikram slowly awoke. He felt fingers caress his curls, with a slowness that seemed almost... loving? He shuddered. It felt good, so good that he let out a soft, involuntary moan. But as soon as his mind activated, his body tensed.
"Why is he caressing me like this? Wasn't he the one who broke me last night? What does this mean?" he thought, confused. A pang of disgust, mixed with fear, churned in his stomach. He didn't want to feel this. He didn't want to feel this.
Finally, he awoke fully and sat up, straddling the Executioner's legs. The Executioner was also covered by the blanket, only from the waist down. Everything else was exposed: his broad chest, his powerful arms, his skin marked by scars that seemed to breathe.
The Executioner looked at him for a few seconds. Behind the pyramidal mask, his eyes shone with a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness. And then he spoke, in a deep, soft, almost intimate tone.
Executioner #2: Good morning, Vikram...
Vikram felt a sharp chill. He swallowed nervously. Very nervously. He avoided looking directly at the Executioner. His hands trembled slightly as he gripped the blankets tightly, as if they were a shield. He hid behind them, covering his body, as if he could erase what had happened. As if he could hide from what he was feeling.
"I don't want him to see me like this... I don't want him to think I liked it... But... why do I feel like I did?"
Silence filled the room again. Only their breathing could be heard. And the mist outside, like a curtain that hasn't yet risen.
Vikram said nothing. His body wanted to pull away, as if the warmth enveloping him were a threat. But there was another part of him, quieter, deeper, that clung tightly to that warmth. It wanted to stay. It wanted to feel him closer. To embrace him. To sink into his chest as if it were a refuge.
But he resisted. Because he knew his mind was betraying him.
He stared at a fixed point on the bed, but he couldn't see the fabric, nor the wrinkles of the blankets. His gaze was lost, trapped in a thought that hit him suddenly, like a bucket of ice water.
"It's true! I did it again! I had sex with another Executioner and I liked it! DAMN IT!"
His eyes widened. He brought his hands to his head, squeezing his curls tightly. The blanket covering him fell to his waist, revealing his back, tense and marked by the dried sweat of the night before.
"What's wrong with me? Why didn't I stop him? Why did I enjoy it? Am I weak? Or simply... human?"
The Executioner watched him in silence. From his position, he could see Vikram's bare back, the defined muscles, the warm skin, the ragged breathing. He found it beautiful. Fragile. Desirable.
He didn't think twice. He moved slowly, as if he didn't want to break the moment. His hand slid down the human's back, caressing him with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with everything he had done the night before.
Executioner #2: You look beautiful...
His voice was low, almost a whisper. Not mocking. Not cruel. Just... sincere.
His hand traveled down Vikram's back, to the lower part, brushing against the curve of his waist. As if he already knew every curve of that back. As if it were claiming him. It was then that the human's body reacted. He let out a soft gasp, as if the touch had burned him. He shuddered. And realizing what he had done, he pulled away immediately, as if he had touched a living flame.
The Executioner didn't flinch. He just stared at him, expectant, his head tilted slightly. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes gleamed behind the mask. There was no hurry in his movements. Only a dangerous calm. A patience that needed no words.
Vikram pulled the blanket over himself again, this time more tightly. His hands trembled. His cheeks burned. He looked directly at him, with a mixture of surprise, fear, and something else he didn't want to name.
"That touch... why did it make me feel like that? It was repulsive. It was... intimate. It was as if he knew me. As if he knew exactly where to touch me to break me."
The sound of water in the pool filled the silence. A small waterfall cascaded in some corner, constant, hypnotic. Outside, the wind howled against the windows, and the mist clung to the glass like a damp skin. The world seemed to stand still. As if only the two of them existed.
And Vikram didn't know whether that calmed him… or terrified him.
They remained like that for a few seconds. Silent. The kind of silence that isn't peace, but restraint. As if the air were waiting for someone to break it.
"Should I thank her? No! What a stupid thing to say. But you liked it, didn't you? Shit!"
Vikram wrestled with his thoughts. He felt exposed, as if his body were speaking louder than his will. He didn't know whether to deny that he liked it… or accept that he had. That he had felt it. That he had desired it. And that made him feel dirty. Human. Fragile.
"What if Bi finds out? No… she can't know. Although… what if she recorded something? That witch records everything. Everything!"
Just as he was about to say something, footsteps sounded. Quick. Heavy. Not inside the room, but approaching from outside. Like a gust of wind coming to shatter the moment.
They both turned at the same time, alert.
And then, the door burst open. The sound echoed through the room like thunder.
The Executioner tensed at the sound of the door opening, his muscles flexing for a moment. But upon seeing who it was, he relaxed a little, though not entirely. He hadn't expected to see her so early. He settled himself on the bed, wrapping his legs, which were noticeably larger than the human's, around Vikram. The gesture wasn't provocative, but it was enveloping. Vikram felt the contact, the size difference, the firmness… but he didn't flinch. He said nothing. He simply let himself be enveloped, as if his body were accepting what his mind hadn't yet processed.
Bi appeared in the doorway. Her hair was disheveled, her breathing ragged. Her eyes were bright, as if she had just discovered a secret she couldn't wait to share.
She began searching with her eyes, and when she saw Vikram at the far end, covered by the sheets next to the Executioner, she smiled slightly. Then she ran toward him, without stopping.
Vikram covered himself more tightly, trying to ensure no part of his body was exposed. Only his head peeked out from under the covers. He was ashamed that she saw him like this. With him. In this position. In this state.
Bi stopped nearby, close enough to see both bodies covered by the sheets. She was slightly panting from running, but her voice was clear, excited.
Bi: Vikram! I've figured out your problem. The thing about the pent-up pleasure that's released right in the act.
Vikram swallowed. His breathing quickened. He felt the world shrink. The bed get smaller. Bi had undressed him with a single sentence.
"How does she know? Is it that obvious? Am I that transparent? No… she couldn't have been here. But… what if she recorded something? Damn it, Bi!"
The Executioner watched her without moving. His head tilted, his eyes gleaming behind his mask. There was curiosity in her gaze, but also annoyance. She had interrupted something. Something he hadn't finished.
Vikram, caught between them, felt trapped between forces that knew him too well. One had possessed him. The other had discovered him. And he… just wanted to disappear.
The sound of the water in the pool remained constant. The small waterfall cascaded like a liquid clock. Outside, the wind rattled the windows, and the mist clung to the glass like a damp skin.
Being closer, Bi could see them better. Vikram was surrounded by the Executioner's legs, which enveloped him with a commanding calm. The contrast in size was evident, but the gesture didn't seem provocative. Just intimate. As if the Executioner were claiming him without words.
Noticing that Bi was looking directly at him, the Executioner raised his arms and placed his hands behind his head. Relaxed. Exposed. As if he had nothing to hide.
Bi smiled. Not just any smile, but a satisfied one. As if it were all part of a plan that had gone exactly as she wanted. Like a villain surveying her masterpiece.
Bi: Well, it seems they're quite close.
She licked her lips slowly, as if savoring the moment.
Vikram saw her make that gesture and his breathing quickened. He felt uncomfortable. Nervous. As if she were undressing him with her eyes. As if she knew too much.
"Was this part of the plan? Since when am I the spectacle? Why doesn't my body obey me?"
Without thinking, he got out of bed, leaving behind the blanket that covered him. Now he was exposed before the two of them. His bare skin, marked, vulnerable.
Bi observed him more intensely. Her smile widened. She noticed the marks on the human's body, red, fresh, distributed almost all over him.
Bi: Wow, someone apparently wanted to be marked. But very clearly marked, hahahaha.
She burst out laughing, crossing her arms and tilting her head as if admiring a painting she herself had signed.
Vikram's face flushed. He felt ashamed. He looked at his body, and Bi was right: he was marked. He checked his forearm and saw that the black mark was moving faster. That same mark that had appeared when he made the deal with Bi. Now it seemed agitated. Alive.
He looked at it again, this time with anger and shame.
Vikram: I didn't want to be marked!
Bi laughed louder. Vikram didn't understand why. What was so funny?
Vikram: And I didn't like it, just so you know!
The Executioner approached unhurriedly. He lay down on the bed, extended his hand, and placed it in front of Vikram. And without warning, he slapped him on the buttocks with a bit of force. The sound was clear. Satisfying for him.
Vikram let out a groan. Not just from pain. His skin shuddered. His body reacted. And that betrayed him.
The sound was clear, sharp. His skin burned. But what hurt the most was that his body didn't reject it.
Executioner #2: Yeah, right. So much so that you ended up enjoying it a lot.
Vikram stood still. Between two forces that knew him too well. One had possessed him. The other had recorded him. And he… he just wanted to understand why his body kept saying "yes" when his mind was screaming "no."
The grayish light filtered through the window, illuminating the marks as if they were confessions. The sound of the water in the pool remained constant, and the mist outside beat against the glass as if it wanted to get in. The world hadn't stopped. But Vikram had.
Vikram, flushed and furious, turned to look at the Executioner who had spanked him.
Vikram: Don't touch me, you son of a shit—
He didn't finish the sentence. The Executioner slid a finger down his body, from his stomach to his neck, and then to his chin. The movement was slow, precise, as if he knew every weak spot. Vikram let out a soft gasp. His body shuddered and his legs trembled slightly. He breathed faster. Not from pleasure. Not from fear. From betrayal.
"That finger… why does it know exactly where to touch me? Why does my body surrender so easily?"
The Executioner smiled behind the pyramidal mask. He said nothing. He simply settled himself on the bed as if Vikram's body were his by right. The air grew thicker. The gray light illuminated the marks on the human's skin as if displaying them. The sound of the water in the pool remained constant, mingling with Vikram's ragged breathing.
Bi stopped at the sound of the gasp. He smiled tenderly. Not out of pity. Out of satisfaction. Seeing Vikram vulnerable, and the Executioner doing his job, was something he enjoyed. He enjoyed the change. He enjoyed the spectacle.
"Damn it~... Why do I keep reacting like this?" Vikram thought, feeling his body betray him again.
The Executioner withdrew his finger and lay back, chuckling softly. Vikram reacted. He roared. He regained control for a moment.
Vikram: Don't touch me, damn it!
The Executioner laughed louder, running a hand over his chest, as if celebrating the contradiction.
Bi: Just leave it, Trip. Hehehe.
He climbed the steps to Vikram. Vikram tilted his head, confused. Trip? Since when did Executioners have names?
Vikram: Uh… Who?
Bi stopped and smiled.
Bi: You didn't think the Executioners didn't have names, did you?
Trip turned around and looked him up and down.
Trip: The human thought I didn't have a name? Hahaha.
Vikram looked at them both. They were laughing. As if they shared a secret. As if he were the only one who didn't understand the rules.
Vikram: Wh… wh… I-I… I didn't know I had a name!
He said it in an annoyed tone, raising his hands into fists, gritting his teeth. He was the only one who didn't know what role he was supposed to play in that hell.
Bi approached Vikram, close enough to put an arm around him. Her touch was gentle, almost maternal. She didn't push him, she guided him. As if she knew that any rough movement could break something inside him. Vikram didn't resist. He walked with her, even though his body still carried the tension of what had just happened.
As they walked away, Trip watched them from the bed. His gaze lingered on Vikram's buttocks, bouncing slightly with each step. Large, round. The memory of the moans from the previous afternoon echoed in his mind. He said nothing, but his breathing slowed. Heavier. As if savoring the memory.
The corner they arrived at had a strange atmosphere. Warm, yes, thanks to the dim light and the soft cushions on the low chairs. But also uncomfortable. As if this space were designed for conversations that hurt more than any physical punishment. In the center, a small table held two wine glasses and a plate of chocolate chip cookies. The contrast was almost cruel.
Bi gestured for Vikram to sit down.
He glanced at the chair behind him. He didn't think twice. He slumped down, his legs slightly apart, exposed. But being like this in front of Bi didn't seem to bother him as much as before. Or perhaps he was already too tired to cover himself. Bi, for her part, didn't react. She didn't care if Vikram was dressed, naked, or in the throes of intimacy. She was only there to do her job. To make sure everything went well with him.
Vikram rested his elbow on his knee and his head in his right hand. Still annoyed. Still frowning. His leg twitched impatiently.
Vikram: So, what did you want to talk about earlier?
His tone was irritated. Heavy. As if he could still feel the Executioner's finger tracing his skin.
Bi smiled. She picked up a glass already filled with wine, crossed her legs gracefully, and looked him straight in the eyes.
Bi: Now I know why your body responds to the things the Executioners do to you.
Vikram stopped moving his leg. His eyes widened slightly. He sat up a little.
"What is she saying? What does she know that I don't?"
Vikram looked at her, confused. His body tensed, but not from fear. It was something else. Something deeper. As if those words had touched a nerve he didn't know he possessed.
Vikram: What... what are you saying?
Bi didn't answer immediately. She held the glass delicately, swirling it between her fingers as if stirring her thoughts. He took a small sip of wine, letting the silence do its work. Then, with the glass still in his hand, he spoke calmly.
Bi: You see... From what I saw when you were in the act...
Vikram swallowed nervously. A slight blush appeared on his cheeks. Bi noticed it, raised her eyebrows slightly, but didn't stop. Her tone remained firm, although she began to speak a little faster, as if she wanted to prevent the conversation from dragging on.
Bi: You feel pleasure. But not at first.
Vikram lowered his gaze. He didn't quite understand what she meant. But something in his chest tightened. As if his body already knew the answer.
"Is that what I am? A body that surrenders? And if she's right... what does that mean for me?" Vikram thought.
Bi continued speaking.
Bi: Look, at first you're someone who doesn't want to sleep with another Executioner. You don't want to feel broken again.
Vikram looked up, listening intently. The warm light seemed to mock his discomfort. The sound of the water continued, as if the world had no intention of stopping.
Bi: That's right, —he continued— But once you're in the act, and they're giving it to you like a drawer that won't close, your body surrenders. I could see it. Your gaze softened, your pupils dilated. Your body wanted to continue. Your mind did too. Only in that moment. At first, it doesn't want to. But when you're in the act, you respond. Your body responds. Just like you do.
Vikram: What the hell does that mean?
Bi: I already told you. When the mind and body agree to desire, to know, and to discover what they want, they don't stop. You decided to surrender completely on your own... Only it was already happening.
He pointed with the glass, as if marking the exact moment when everything changed.
Vikram: Isn't that all?
Bi shook her head.
Bi: I discovered that the only way you can change and receive pleasure the way you want... is if you want to do it with an Executioner. Without me telling you to.
Vikram stood up from his chair at that last part. Displeased. Trembling slightly. He looked away, bringing a hand to his mouth. He was thinking. Avoiding looking at her. Just for a few seconds.
"Is that true? Have I reciprocated everything? Him... and myself? And if what Bi says is true... then what am I?"
Something inside him broke. Not from weakness. From revelation. He considered himself too much of a man to admit that he had enjoyed it. That he had responded. That he had given in. But his body... his body didn't lie.
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Aaahh, the first steps of a blossoming friendship... Right, reader? (◡ω◡) XD.
Creating a story isn't so easy. I could use a little support (✯ᴗ✯) ｡*ﾟ+ﾉ*.✧•
Chao! See you later! Bye!
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