Perfectly Wicked, Chapter 14
Perfectly Wicked
By Jason D. Karl
Author's Note:
This story is dark, twisted, erotic fantasy fiction about killers with paranormal abilities. It is the product of the author's imagination and should not be construed as real in any way. This should be read only by adults of legal age. The story contains explicit gay sex and the type of violence found in vampire stories. Don't try this at home or anywhere else. The author neither condones nor promotes doing anything like this in real life.
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Chapter 14: Purgatory
With his Mana core now healed, Kyle found he could do anything an Erkek could do. More even. Erkek could only take the form of the bodies of whatever they shapeshifted into. Kyle, on the other hand, could mimic their clothes too. That was supposed to be impossible, but he could do it. He really was Brujo, the witch boy.
But Mamá Navarro (and how he loved annoying her by calling her that) had been right: he was pining for Carlo Namorado. Despite leaving him as the sole survivor of the Fraldas gang and erasing his memory, Kyle couldn't stop thinking about the man.
Damn it, Kyle fucked for money and liked it that way! Yet, here he was, pining for Carlo, who hadn't the slightest idea who Kyle was. And it wasn't like Kyle could just restore his memory. He didn't have much experience in romance, but he had a feeling that forcing the guy to murder his own brother probably hadn't been a good first date.
To make matters worse, Carlo hadn't managed to get free of gang life. No, that fucker Ignacio Ferreira had pulled him further into the cartel. And with Kyle's current plans, there was every possibility that Carlo would be killed.
Shit.
Shit because Kyle wasn't going to ask for help from Kushim. He didn't mind Javert so much, but they were both still all about the Erkek mission. To hell with that.
And shit because Kyle was going to do it just the same.
He found himself wishing he could just whisk Carlo away to some far-off sanctuary. It wouldn't work because Carlo didn't know who Kyle was and would hardly be appreciative of being abducted. But mostly, it wouldn't work because Carlo knew too much to be allowed to leave the cartel. They would find him. So, what options did that leave Kyle?
Blood.
Mikado had given Spencer some of his blood, and that helped him heal from multiple gunshot wounds. Why not see if it would work on Carlo? It might do nothing. It might save his life. Kyle figured it was worth a shot. After all, it was Kyle who'd be putting him in danger.
Carlo was in the closet out of necessity. The criminal underworld didn't exactly have a reputation of being hospitable to gay men. Kyle knew that Carlo would slip off to an underground gay club most Wednesday nights to get some release with an anon hookup. So Kyle could just go in and slip Carlo a little of his blood.
In his apartment, Kyle shifted into the likeness of one of his johns from a couple of years back. He had a gymnast's build, muscular but not overly so, with just the right amount of body hair. It was a pity he couldn't use his simulated-clothing trick, but he couldn't very well take off clothes that weren't really there. So Kyle dressed in a sexy outfit. He had to make a few adjustments to this body's size so it would fit into his clothes. Hopefully, Carlo would find it to his liking.
Kyle made his way to the club. He'd done some hustling here when he first started out but hadn't been here in quite some time. The place was more subdued than dance clubs because the men who came here did so to discretely have some fun and be on their way. Easy money for a rent boy.
It didn't take him long to find Carlo. He was nursing a drink and clearly scanning the place for this night's offerings. Kyle sat next to him and said, "Hey."
"I think I've seen you around," Carlo said.
Was this just a line, or had Carlo been with the man whose form Kyle was borrowing? Didn't matter either way. Men came here to fuck, not find a boyfriend. Names were seldom exchanged.
Kyle said, "Not sure. I think I would've remembered you. You want to go on back?"
Carlo nodded and led Kyle to the room he'd already reserved. They stepped into the small, dimly lit space. As soon as the door was closed, they started kissing. It was a deep, hungry kiss. When they broke apart, Carlo said, "Take off your clothes." He did so without hesitation, but Carlo stayed dressed. Then he pushed down on Kyle's shoulders.
Kyle hadn't become the highest-paid rent boy in Pior Fossa without knowing how these things worked. He knelt and started undoing Carlo's belt.
"You're eager, aren't you?" Carlo smirked.
"In more ways than you know."
He swallowed Carlo's cock and enjoyed the feel of its heft in his mouth. He worked his tongue inside the foreskin, but there was no taste of smegma. Then he teased the slit with just the tip of his tongue. Carlo's breath caught in his throat, and he pressed back against the door. Kyle's own cock was rock-hard by now, but he focused on his prize.
Kyle could easily have used his magic to give Carlo the best blowjob he would ever receive, but that would've defeated his purpose. Carlo would need to forget about tonight, so Kyle gave him a very good, but not magnificent, blowjob. When he felt Carlo's cock swell and knew he was close, Kyle pulled off and squeezed the shaft just under the head to hold off Carlo's climax.
Carlo groaned. "What the fuck?"
Kyle looked up and smiled. "My ass can't fuck itself." With that, he flopped on the bed and pulled his legs up to his chest. "Your entrée, sir."
Carlo gave his cock a quick suck before gliding his tongue down his taint. He took his time as his tongue probed Kyle's ass. Goddamn, did he know how to rim. He worked Kyle's hole until it was nice and wet. Then Carlo stood up, finished undressing, and waved his cock at him. "You ready for this?"
"Hell yeah."
Carlo lubed his dick, positioned himself, and pushed in. Now, Kyle had been fucked thousands of times, so his ass was far from virginal. But it would seem that this new form came with a new hole, and Kyle actually felt a twinge of pain as Carlo's cock breached him. But Kyle's moans soon filled the room as Carlo built up to a steady rhythm. After a few minutes, he pulled out, rolled Kyle over onto his belly, and took him doggy style.
Kyle gasped. "Fuck yeah, give it to me!"
Carlo's hand came down with a smack on Kyle's ass. "You like it rough?"
"Rough, yes. But I'm not into the D/s shit."
Carlo chuckled. "Same here." The slaps grew more intense, and Carlo went all out fucking his ass.
He had to admit, Carlo had a great cock. It was a little larger than what he called a 'Lucky 13 cock,' but it wasn't too big. As well as it had filled his mouth, it fit even better in his borrowed body's ass. "Ah, fuck me, goddammit."
Carlo's hand smacked his ass again. "You like that?"
"Yeah." Kyle meant it too. It took a special level of skill for a top to be rough without being a dick about it. And Carlo knew how.
Finally, Carlo's thrusts grew erratic. "I'm gonna blow."
"Cum inside me!"
And Carlo did, filling him up. He collapsed on top of Kyle, breathing hard. "Fuck, you're hot."
"You're not half bad yourself."
They lay there, panting, bodies sticky with sweat and cum, until Carlo finally rolled off him.
Kyle waited a moment and then used his magic to put Carlo into a trance. He shapeshifted his index finger on his left hand into a claw and slit his own wrist. He put it up to Carlo's mouth and sent a mental compulsion to make him swallow.
As the man drank, Kyle could feel his blood magically replenishing itself, which meant he could "donate" as much as he wanted. He fed Carlo perhaps a liter of blood before stopping. He didn't know exactly what to order his Mana to do, so he just concentrated on his desire for his blood to keep Carlo safe. When he was done, Kyle used his magic to heal the slit in his wrist and make all signs of the blood vanish. Then he lifted the enchantment, knowing Carlo would remember nothing.
He gave Carlo a kiss and said, "Okay if I fuck you?"
"I usually just top."
Kyle smiled. "I'm pretty good."
"Is that so? Alright then, let's see what you've got." Carlo rolled over onto his back.
Kyle took a moment to appreciate Carlo's body and then went to work tongue-fucking his ass. After a few minutes, Kyle reached for the lube, squirted some on his cock, and spread it around with his hand. He had to remind himself that he needed for Carlo to have a good time without getting fixated on it. So when Kyle fucked him, he held back from showcasing the sexual feats he was actually capable of even without magic.
They found a rhythm quickly. Carlo's moans grew louder and more frequent. Kyle enjoyed watching him lose himself to sexual bliss. In the end, he jacked Carlo off while still fucking him and made sure they came together.
Afterwards, they lay there for a few moments before Kyle's cock finally slipped out. The room had a little sink in the corner where he washed up. Then he got dressed and said, "Thanks for the fuck."
"No problem, man."
Kyle left the room and rode the shadows back to his apartment. He took a shower and had a quick snack. But the night was still young, and his was far from over.
The Perdedores cartel had recently experienced a leadership coup with underlings eliminating the top three. On the streets, the new boss was called Vulcão (the Volcano). And the name fit because he was definitely a hothead. So much the better.
Thanks to Kyle's manipulations, things were strained between the Ferreira and Perdedores cartels. What Kyle was going to do now would mean an all-out war.
Keeping himself magically concealed, he directed the shadows to take him to Vulcão. It turned out he was at the VIP table at a popular nightclub owned by the Perdedores. No doubt, Vulcão was there to be seen and to cement his position as the new head of the cartel.
Kyle wanted witnesses. Lots of witnesses. So he waited. At about eleven, he judged the time was right. He left the nightclub, shifted into the form of Ignacio Ferreira, shoved his way back into the place, and walked up to Vulcão. Kyle had wanted to say something insulting, but his Portuguese was terrible. Instead, without a word, he shot Vulcão. The bullet only grazed him, but that's what Kyle meant to do: the Volcano couldn't erupt if he died.
Kyle ran out of the bar, getting hit by a couple of bullets. Getting shot didn't mean anything to him, though. His magic was far stronger than Spencer's, and he healed almost instantly. He ducked into another bar and then rode the shadows to his apartment. If that didn't cause a cartel war, what would?
He shifted back into his true form, got dressed, and went out to hustle for what was left of the night. It was just a few of his regulars, but he did line things up to take the virginity of a twenty-year-old.
That morning, he stopped by Mamá Navarro's house for some breakfast. Her new foster child was there. The kid was acting very tense and downtrodden, like so many of the boys who'd passed through her doors. Kyle wondered how long it would be before she'd have him using ganja and proud to be gay. She certainly had her ways. But fostering was more her department than Kyle's, so he decided to leave the new kid to her ministrations and went to his apartment to relax.
Just as he sat down and was about to stream a movie, who should emerge from the shadows but Tenno Mikado. Kyle said, "Aren't you supposed to be off emperor-ing or something?"
Mikado sat without an invitation. "I think it's time we have a talk, just you and I."
Fuck, Kyle didn't need this. "What about?"
"Mainly, Vitlaus Bjáni."
"What about him? He was my father, and he's dead. What else is there to say?"
Mikado's tone became quite serious. "He had rather a lot of sons on many different worlds. I'm one of them."
"We're brothers? How the fuck did that happen? Isn't having sex with a woman supposed to kill Erkek?"
Mikado held out his hand. "I'll let you into my mind because the story I have to tell you is a bit out-there, and I want you to know that I'm telling you the truth."
Kyle took his hand and could tell that Mikado was being honest as he spoke.
"The Skapararnir designed the Great Pool to produce Erkek who were all distinct individuals, but within very strict specifications. I don't know whether it is the Great Pool's doing or if it's just the Erkek themselves, but a few Erkek are evolving past those limits. Our father was one of them. He could shadow-ride to any world, not just those with Skapararnir gateways; and he managed to father thousands of sons before it eventually killed him. As for me, I am the other Abjo who lived, only I was born 47 thousand years ago, not the 7000 that Kushim told you."
Kyle interrupted him. "Why would Kushim lie about how long ago it was?"
"He didn't, but I did. When an emperor dies, the one chosen to replace him is whoever is the strongest Erkek. That's how I became emperor. When I did, I falsified the records to hide what I really am from the Skapararnir, so they wouldn't find out that Erkek are evolving or what all our father could do."
Kyle let go of Mikado's hand. He realized that he didn't actually care about Erkek history, so he asked about what did matter to him. "You said that Erkek blood has healing properties. Would mine help a human?"
"Yes. One sip of Erkek blood can heal most, but not all, ailments and injuries. It will keep healing for a few weeks. But you and I are a bit different. Our blood will help those who drink it for quite a while."
Kyle then asked about something that hadn't quite made sense to him. "Spencer was already healing, so that wasn't really why you had him drink your blood, was it?"
Mikado seemed taken aback but did answer the question. "You're right. He didn't need my help to recover; the situation just provided a convenient excuse. The real reason was to hide what he actually is. I directed the blood he drank to simulate a Mana Core because I didn't think it was a good idea for word to get out that there was a new kind of Erkek."
"But other Erkek already know--Sven, Javert, Kushim, and the others that helped us."
"Well, you and Sven actually need to know, but I'm going to alter the memories of every other Erkek who knows the truth about Spencer."
"Kushim and Javert were rather involved; isn't that a lot to just forget?"
Mikado shook his head. "I only have to change a few details. They will think that Spencer was just your very human foster brother whose mother was trying to kill him, so they used her death to create a cover story for you."
"Okay, fine. But why tell me all this?"
"Because I'm old, Kyle. Very old. Immortality might sound wonderful to a creature that only lives a century or so, but after millennia it's not all that great."
Kyle motioned for Mikado to continue.
"Apart from having reproductive sex, there's not much that can kill an Erkek. Therefore, when an Erkek wants to stop, he reenters the Great Pool and lets it recycle him. His power, knowledge, and experience get put into new Erkek, but his individual self ends."
"Is that what you mean to do?"
"Yes, when you're ready," Mikado said.
"Me? What do I have to do with it?"
"You're now the second-strongest Erkek. And I think you'll soon surpass even me. So that means that you'll become the next emperor, once I'm gone."
Kyle said, "What the fuck? Are you saying that I'm the Chosen One, destined to lead the Erkek?"
"I guess you could call it that. Then you'd--"
"Are you out of your goddamn fucking mind?"
"I know it's a lot to take in. Take as much time as you need to think it over; there's no rush," Mikado said in a would-be reassuring tone.
Kyle couldn't believe this. "I don't require one goddamn second! No! Hell to the fucking no!"
"You'd be the Emperor. You could--"
"No! Never! I'm not going to do the Skapa-fuckers' bidding on some cosmic scale! I hate those assholes! They put programming in my head that forced me to kill a little boy! I don't care if he was the worst person in the world; he was just a child! Fuck them! There's no coming back from what they did to me. I will never forgive them. And if I ever meet one of them, I'll rip its heart out!"
He lit a joint and held the smoke in longer than usual. Mikado just sat there with a stunned look on his face. After a few more drags, Kyle continued the conversation.
"Look, I love killing assholes and intend to continue, but thinking it advances species into gloriously enlightened beings is idiotic. If a species is so fucked up that it's driving itself to extinction, then let evolution run its course. There's no need for gods or saviors to come to their rescue."
"Perhaps--"
Kyle interrupted him. "Let me finish. You say you're my brother. Fine. Nice to meet you. But, to me, you're the lapdog of the creatures I hate most in the universe. You want to die? Then die. But don't come to me about it. Better yet, find something useful to do, like killing Skapararnir instead of hiding shit from them."
"I'm sorry that you feel--"
"Fuck you! Now leave and don't come back without a Skapararnir's head on a silver platter because this Chosen One chooses 'No'."
§§§
Over the next few days, Kyle's mind kept going back to Carlo. He knew he would have to check up on him to get any peace of mind. In magical stealth mode, he let the shadows take him to the man.
Carlo was standing in the periphery of some meeting. Ignacio Ferreira was shouting about something, switching between Portuguese and English. It was pretty clear the cartel war had started. Good. Let them all die. All but Carlo.
Since he planned to stick around until Carlo was alone, Kyle started sampling their minds, trying to teach himself Brazilian Portuguese. It wasn't a roaring success, but he did start understanding more of what was being said. Plans, retaliations, kill every last member of the Perdedores, become the top cartel in Pior Fossa, blah, blah, blah.
However, Kyle did glean some useful information. He hadn't realized that Ignacio Ferreira had so many conflicts and scores to settle with cartels other than just the Perdedores. And he was planning to get his share of Mexican heroin trafficking. Well, the man certainly didn't lack ambition, though he could use more discretion. These were things that Kyle could definitely work with.
The meeting finally ended, and Carlo went to a restroom. A single-occupant restroom. Still concealed, Kyle followed. Mikado had said his blood really could help humans, so the more, the better. Right? With a quick compulsion, Carlo was once again drinking Kyle's blood. When he was done, Kyle used his magic to remove the traces of blood from Carlo's face and mouth and then wiped any memory of the event. Then Kyle rode the shadows to his apartment.
It was after his third beer that Kyle realized there were downsides to his ever-growing magical abilities. For one, he had to be strict with himself about what he would not use his magic to do. For another, he had to face the fact that he'd grown so powerful that alcohol no longer had the slightest effect on him. Damn, he hoped ganja would keep working.
He lit a joint.
§§§
Four months later.
Kyle had said his goodbyes to Javert and Kushim. If anything, it had been worth it to see Javert shapeshift from his Danish-twink persona to an overly tattooed man that looked like a bouncer at a dive bar. And Kushim would be playing the role of his badass girlfriend. Probably a good choice, considering they were going to the United States to infiltrate outlaw biker gangs, which weren't known for being gay-friendly.
Their departure had left Kyle as the last remaining Erkek in the city. That had been part of the deal he'd eventually struck with Mikado. In exchange for Kyle's keeping their secrets and never uttering the word "Erkek" again, Mikado had barred the other Erkek from hunting here. Pior Fossa was his.
And Pior Fossa was in chaos.
The Ferreira-Perdedores cartel war had spread to most of the other criminal organizations, with the corrupt police abandoning even the pretense of controlling the escalating violence. By continuing to magically impersonate various crime bosses and engaging in acts that required swift retaliation, Kyle kept fanning the flames. Who "won" the cartel war didn't matter to him; he just wanted the assholes who'd made Pior Fossa the worst cesspool imaginable to die.
For Kyle, it was a time of feasting. The cartel war meant he could kill motherfuckers freely, knowing the deaths would be blamed on the war. But the cartels didn't have a monopoly on the malevolent and malicious. There were still the sanctimonious and self-righteous sleazebags.
The Family Values Tabernacle and Worship Center was a shell of its former self. Where 10,000 had once gathered weekly, now only 30 members stood firm. This core group remained steadfast in bigotry and determined for the "church" to rise from the ashes. To this end, Reverend Ogilvy, Jackson's successor, had called a special meeting of what he called the "faithful few."
"Brothers and sisters, the time has come for a rebirth! We need to stand firm against the sin that infests this island and show the world the true face of our faith! From this day forth, we shall be known as the Church of the Blood-Stained Savior!"
Then Kyle emerged from the shadows, but he was shifted into a half-human, half-jaguar form. "God has abandoned you!" he growled. "You have been handed over to Satan to be taught not to blaspheme! For Jesus was the greatest of all homosexuals! His apostles were his husbands. But you blaspheme by profaning holy sodomy!" (Kyle, of course, didn't believe any of this: he was just amusing himself.)
His jaws snapped shut around Ogilvy's neck. With a sharp twist, he ripped the Reverend's head from his body. Kyle feigned a maniacal laugh as the headless corpse sprayed blood over the "faithful few." They screamed and panicked as they tried to flee, but Kyle's magic had sealed the exits.
"Let he who is without sodomy suck his first cock!"
Kyle tossed Reverend Ogilvy's head at the horrified congregation.
"When Jesus cums again, it'll be down some twink's throat!"
Kyle grabbed Deacon Sanders. "Have you felched the cum of the lord?" Sanders screamed as Kyle's clawed hand disemboweled him.
"Satan, I rebuke you in the name of the Lord! Begone from this holy place!" one of the men shouted.
"Holy! You know what god finds most holy? Jesus with two cocks up his ass!"
One by one, he picked them off, making up any sacrilegious bullshit he could think of to taunt them. None of them escaped.
Kyle's only regret was that, despite the expansion of his magic, he couldn't conjure up flames. No matter. He set the place ablaze the old-fashioned way.
Well, he did have one other regret: some thug in the prison had beaten Reverend Jackson to death before Kyle got around to doing it. But it was just a small matter. He was still enjoying bringing the cleansing fires of purgatory to his city.
§§§
The house was quiet. Señora Navarro wasn't quite sure she liked that. Her latest foster son had only stayed a few months. He'd been the runaway son of two of the worst members of the Family Values Tabernacle. But they had died in the fire that burned it to the ground a month ago. It turned out that the boy had a lesbian aunt, estranged from the family, who had been glad to take him in. Sometimes in fostering there really were happy endings.
But now it was quiet. Kyle hadn't officially moved out, but he'd taken to only making appearances every couple of weeks. She missed him. She loved him. She knew she had to let him go.
Navarro felt the shadows stirring. Without turning, she said, "I never thought to see you again."
The creature asked, "Did you recognize me?"
"Not at first. It had been around 45 years. And your English is a hell of a lot better than your Spanish. But later on, I realized it was you."
"Thank you for keeping my secret," the creature said.
"Like I was going to tell somebody that the king of the space vampires saved me from my asshole of a husband?"
"Erkek Emperor, actually."
She turned around and looked at Tenno Mikado. "To me, you're space vampires."
They both laughed.
Mikado said, "I've kept watch over you through the years. When I saw that you were keeping your vow to help gay boys, I arranged for the special ones to be sent your way."
"How the fuck did you do that?"
"I put a mental compulsion on the workers at your city's children's services to assign gay boys to you, especially if they exhibited certain traits. And some of them were my brothers."
Navarro hadn't seen this coming. "Shit. You're Spencer's and Kyle's brother?"
"Yes. And years ago, there was Dago."
There had been many boys, but Navarro had been particularly fond of Dago. "I've wondered what ever became of him."
"He doesn't have magical powers like Spencer and Kyle, but he is my brother. I quietly arranged for him to move to the Netherlands. He and his husband have been together for about 20 years. They even adopted a couple of kids."
Navarro wondered out loud, "How many others were your brothers?"
"A few. Pior Fossa was one of my father's favorite places to procreate. But he died, so there won't be any more of my brothers coming your way. And I think you've fulfilled that vow you made to me. Perhaps it's time to retire and have some fun."
Navarro shook her head slightly. "At first, it was because of my promise. But I rather like having gay boys in the house. I don't want to stop, but my age is catching up to me."
"There's nothing I can do to prevent that, but I can buy you some more time."
"How?"
Mikado said, "My blood. It's rather special. You saw how it helped Spencer."
"Will it turn me into a space vampire?" she asked.
"No. It will just make you healthier and help you live a little bit longer. If you ever want to do it, then it has to be now. I'm leaving this planet and don't expect to return."
She nodded.
"It's gross, but I'm afraid you'll have to drink it. It won't work any other way," Mikado explained.
He held his left hand to her mouth; and, without cutting it in any way, blood started to pool. She drank it. It actually tasted pretty good.
When she was finished, Navarro asked, "You said it will make me live a little bit longer. How long is a 'little bit'?"
"Not long. Just a thousand years or so."
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