Fucking. Wormwood.

Thank fuck there had been Dawnbreakers available to help Summers get his disasters home before they started blurting out every fucking secret, buried body and repressed feeling they possessed.

Seriously, Kyle.

So many fucking bodies.

Not that Summers cared. From the sound of it, every one of the fuckers had thoroughly deserved what they got.

Once they reached the house, Summers locked the entire place down. He hid every knife, confiscated their phones, barred every door and window, and disconnected the Wi-Fi.

All because they would not fucking stop talking.

Or giving each other head.

It turned out Hart really was a pleasure princess.

And fuck, did that do things to Summers.

Of course his previously broken boy deserved every ounce of attention and pampering they could give him. Then they discovered Hart liked tea.

Why the fuck had none of them known that?

Apparently, Hart had been too ashamed to drink it after prison. Tea had been the one small pleasure he allowed himself during captivity, but afterward, anything that reminded him of those months also dragged up the guilt of how relieved he was that the rest of his unit was dead. Even tea had become tangled in everything that had happened there.

Now Kyle brought him tea with milk and honey before Hart even had to ask.

Kyle, meanwhile, had transformed into a devoted servant.

Summers’s boots were polished to a mirror shine. His meals were meticulous. The house was fucking spotless.

Then Summers woke at three in the morning and realised Kyle was missing.

His heart fucking panicked.

He climbed out of bed and stormed through the house in search of his unhinged boy, praying to every god he could think of that Kyle had not left.

Then he found him.

Kyle was in the bathroom, meticulously cleaning the grout for the second time that day.

Summers growled, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Kyle looked up from where he knelt on his hands and knees.

His eyes held a manic gleam as they lifted to meet Summers’s, filled with something dangerously close to feral devotion.

Then a wild, unhinged smile spread across his face.

Summers’s mind fucking blanked.

This crazed killer, this man who had probably watched more than a dozen men bleed out after having their dicks dismembered—was looking up at Summers as though he had hung the moon and stars.

Gods, Summers wanted to punish that look.

“I am cleaning my home,” Kyle said, manic fervour threading through every word. “Making it worthy of my beloveds. They deserve every ounce of devotion I can give.”

Summers growled, “Go the fuck to bed.”

Kyle lowered his gaze and resumed scrubbing.

“When it’s clean.”

A rough sound tore from Summers’s chest.

He gripped Kyle by the hair and dragged him upright onto his knees.

Summers’s heart stuttered at the sight of Kyle’s pupils blowing wide, a flush spreading rapidly across his face.

Then Summers groaned as his cock suddenly made itself very fucking known inside his briefs.

Right at Kyle’s eye level.

Fuck. 

Kyle’s gaze dropped to Summers’s cock, then lifted slowly back to his face.

A manic smile spread across his lips.

“Do you require my services?”

Summers tightened his grip in Kyle’s hair.

“I need you to go the fuck to sleep.”

He released him and turned to leave.

At the doorway, Summers glanced back.

Kyle was already scrubbing again, muttering fervently beneath his breath.

“Gods fucking damn it.”

Summers marched back across the bathroom and kicked the cleaning supplies out of Kyle’s reach.

“Don’t defy me.”

Kyle barely blinked. The exhaustion beneath the manic gleam in his eyes was painfully obvious.

Summers stared down at him.

“Do you need to be punished?”

Kyle looked up, that wild, unhinged smile sliding back into place.

“Please. I want to be worthy.”

Summers groaned inwardly at the zeal blazing across his face.

“Are you certain you want this?”

Kyle nodded eagerly.

“Please. Punish me.”

Summers gritted his teeth, still half furious.

“Pants down. Hands and knees.”

Kyle obeyed automatically. His trousers came off, and within seconds he was positioned on all fours across the tiled floor.

Summers stepped around him.

Fuck.

Kyle had a perfect arse.

“I don’t want to wake up and find you cleaning again,” Summers said. “Do you understand?”

“I— It needs to be—”

Smack.

Kyle’s protest broke into a sharp cry as Summers’s palm struck his arse, leaving a perfect red welt across one cheek.

Summers slowly ran his hand over the mark.

And holy fuck, Kyle was hard.

Painfully hard.

“Did you hear me?” Summers demanded. “The house is not a crime scene. I need you rested, sharp and focused. Do you understand?”

“But—”

Smack.

A second beautiful welt bloomed beside the first, redder than the last.

Kyle moaned through the sting.

The fucker was enjoying this.

Worse, so was Summers’s cock.

“Have I made myself clear?” Summers asked. “You can’t serve me if you don’t serve yourself first.”

Something in Kyle’s fervent expression faltered.

Then his face crumpled.

“I—I don’t deserve it.”

Smack. Smack.

Summers’s palm stung.

Kyle’s cock was already weeping.

Summers stepped around him and stopped directly in front of his face.

“On your knees.”

Kyle pushed himself upright and sat back on his heels.

His eyes looked clearer now.

Summers folded his arms.

“What did I say?”

Kyle gazed up at him, cheeks flushed, expression reverent.

“To serve, I must be rested, focused and sharp.”

Summers grunted.

“And what else?”

Kyle faltered.

“I must…” He swallowed. “I must serve myself first.”

Summers freed his cock.

Kyle’s eyes widened and immediately locked onto it.

“Show me,” Summers said.

Kyle dragged his gaze back to Summers’s face.

“Tell me how.”

“Make yourself come,” Summers ordered. “Then I’ll reward you by letting you serve me.”

A small moan escaped Kyle.

Summers tilted his head towards the sink.

“Wash your hands.”

Kyle rose and meticulously scrubbed them clean.

Summers watched him the entire time, his gaze repeatedly returning to the beautiful red marks across Kyle’s arse.

Summers’s marks.

His.

Fuck, he liked that far too much.

Kyle finished and dried his hands on one of Hart’s absurdly soft towels before returning to kneel in front of him.

Summers grinned wickedly, his cock hard, exposed and already leaking.

“Show me you know how to serve yourself.”

Kyle swallowed.

Summers raised an expectant brow.

Finally, Kyle took himself in hand.

He shivered at the contact, beginning to move as he spread his own arousal along his length. Summers watched, entranced, as the flush in Kyle’s cheeks deepened and his breathing quickened.

“Good work,” Summers murmured. “Keep going.”

A hungry sound tore from Kyle. He licked his lips but did not stop, his breaths turning to soft pants as his movements grew more urgent.

Summers stepped closer and tightened his grip in Kyle’s hair, his cock hovering only inches from Kyle’s face.

The hunger in Kyle’s expression was unmistakable. His tongue darted out instinctively.

Summers pulled his head back by the hair.

“You first. Understand?”

Kyle nodded.

His movements quickened, hips rocking helplessly into his own hand.

Summers grinned approvingly.

“Good.”

Then he pressed his leaking cock against Kyle’s cheek, the metal of his piercings gliding over flushed skin.

“Look how much I enjoy watching you pleasure yourself.”

Kyle let out a breathless squeak and kept going, his tongue snaking out to lick the precum from his own cheek. He groaned, rocking frantically into his grip.

“Yes,” Summers crooned. “That’s it. Come for me.”

Kyle looked up at him, eyes hazy with need and lust.

Then his gaze caught on the feral hunger in Summers’s face.

His eyes rolled back.

His entire body seized as he came, scalding release spilling across Summers’s feet while his hand worked him through every helpless pulse.

Summers could not look away.

Kyle gazed up at him through the aftershocks, his expression filled with such complete, devoted surrender that Summers’s heart stuttered.

Fuck.

That look had just joined the list of the most beautiful things Summers had ever seen.

His grip loosened, fingers combing gently through Kyle’s hair.

“So perfect,” he said, almost reverently.

Kyle blinked up at him, dazed.

Then one hand rose and wrapped around Summers’s cock.

“Can I serve you now?” he asked softly.

Summers raised a brow.

“Can you take what I want?”

Kyle nodded eagerly.

“Anything. Use me however you want. Please. Make me worthy.”

A growl tore from Summers as his grip tightened again.

“Open.”

Kyle barely had time to obey.

The moment his mouth opened, Summers thrust inside hard.

Kyle gagged immediately, but he looked so fucking bliss-drunk that Summers nearly lost control on the spot.

He thrust once, twice, then pulled out to let him breathe.

Kyle whimpered.

“More.”

Summers did not need to be told twice.

Both hands locked into Kyle’s hair, and he shoved back inside with brutal urgency.

He was angry, frustrated and so deeply fucking aroused that he knew he would not last.

So he used Kyle exactly as Kyle had begged him to.

He thrust hard and deep, saliva and tears streaming down Kyle’s face as he took everything Summers gave him, eyes glazed with devotion.

That was it.

Summers growled.

“Take your fucking reward.”

He pulled free just in time, release painting Kyle’s face in hot streaks and marking him thoroughly as Kyle moaned through every pulse.

Summers grunted through the aftershocks.

And fuck, it was glorious.

Especially the blissed-out, satisfied pride on Kyle’s face as he licked his lips like he was tasting something holy.

Summers’s cock twitched at the sight, but he reined himself in.

Then he tucked himself away and fetched one of Hart’s absurdly soft cloths.

Kyle remained kneeling, dazed and exhausted, while Summers cleaned him with meticulous care. Every streak was wiped gently from his skin, Summers’s touch soft where moments before it had been unrelenting.

Once Kyle was clean, Summers hauled his exhausted body into his arms and carried him back to bed.

He settled Kyle securely against his chest, holding him close as his breathing gradually slowed.

Around them, the steady rhythm of Hart and Ben’s sleeping breaths filled the room.

Kyle finally relaxed.

Then, with all three of his boys safe and warm against him, Summers allowed his own body to unclench.

Only then did he close his eyes and follow them into sleep.