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Berga just couldn’t decide if he wanted to touch Madden’s hair or if it made him sick to see, so getting rid of it was the most logical solution.
Flix shook his head. “Nothing is ever your fault, Bergie. You should apologize to defuse the situation, not because you were wrong.”
“Flix isn’t here. Heard he was on vacation.”
“The Butcher never cleans up after himself,” Madden stated plainly. Berga propped himself against the edge of the table, a glass of water in his left hand, a small vial of pills in the other, and shrugged at them. “I’m squeamish.”
“As long as I can cut that guy’s off.
“It appears as though I used the wrong pill,”
“I thought I was taking a regular pain medication, but instead, I took Impression.” “Impression?” He’d never heard of it. “It’s an aphrodisiac,”
There was a sharp pang in his lower abdomen, followed quickly by a rush of unmistakable heat that had him inhaling sharply.
“You said you weren’t interested in sleeping with me before,” Berga said. “Are you interested now?” “Good Light, what is wrong with you?” “We don’t have enough time before the drug makes it hard for both of us to focus,” he replied. “If you’re still interested in my condition afterward, I’ll give you my official medical diagnosis.”
ever since Sila had started to date Bay, Berga found it simpler to keep that particular Devil satisfied.
“What if I want to see you again?”
Tying the Butcher up though…having him completely, one hundred percent at Madden’s mercy…Yeah, he kind of liked that. A lot.
“No, that—” Madden closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. “Let’s try this again, Butcher, shall we?
He couldn’t risk it. The Brumal and his place there was all he had. If he was abandoned by them, he’d have nothing. He’d be nothing.
He flung his arms up and hid his face behind the tablet when Berga started to undo his belt. “I didn’t mean in front of me! Wait till I leave at least, damn!”
Typically, he tried to avoid allowing his mind to conjure anything at all, let alone whatever it wanted. He braced himself, but nothing odd happened despite his thinking about his condition. There was only Yuze and him in the room. No one else. A good sign.
He hadn’t been sleeping well either, plagued by dreams of the Mad King, sometimes fucking him, other times laughing at him. It was the latter type that made Berga wake with a knot in his throat, gasping for breath with unshed tears in his eyes.
Berga was going to have to abstain. Until thoughts of Madden Odell no longer plagued his every waking thought, he couldn’t have sex, even with on his own hand.
“you and Rin got together after you drugged him, right?” “I wouldn’t put it that way,”
“Dislocate my left shoulder,” Madden stopped and ordered before he could think better of it. Kelevra quirked a dark brow. “Excuse me?” “Do it.” It was crazy and extra as hell, but… “He’ll be able to tell if I go in with a fake injury.”
For a military academy, there were sure a lot of whiny bitches.
Berga wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh, cry, or inject someone with bowel-eating parasites.
“I believe I am malfunctioning.”
“Too formal for you?” Madden took another step closer. “How about…Baby?”
“I do not want.” He sort of did. Good Light, what was wrong with him? Abstain. That was his plan. The blowjob didn’t count. For…reasons. It just didn’t.
“Madden.” The man was absolutely infuriating. “You do realize I could melt your insides, right? You wouldn’t even know it was happening until it was too late.” “Yeah,” he grinned, “that’s kind of hot.” “What is wrong with you?” “Cute, coming from the guy who just threatened to turn me to goo.” So they were both fucked up. Shocker.
He’d developed psychosis at a young age, shortly after losing the girl in the pink dress, and there hadn’t been a single occasion since where he hadn’t felt like absolute shit afterward.
“I’m not fucking you,” he stopped him. “You might break on me.” “I don’t mind that.” “Well,” Madden couldn’t believe he was saying this but, “I do.”
Madden would do the ghosting. Someone like Berga, someone who operated on logic, would wonder why he’d suddenly disappeared after hounding him so hard. The curiosity would no doubt drive him mad.
“Are you telling me you have a gun shoved up—” “I emptied the clip,” he reassured him. “Don’t worry. It’s perfectly safe.
Admittedly, he was starting to question his own plan, but it was too late to back down now so…
“Ah, yes, very scary,” Bay Delmar drawled.
Berga glanced to the weapon in his hand, lodged into a shoulder covered in black leather. No, black with maroon detailing.
“Royal Madden Odell belongs to the Butcher.” Gently, he took the blaster out of the trembling man's hands. “And I’m protective of my things.”
“Tell me I’ve never looked hotter,” Berga ordered, and as the only other person still with him, it was obvious he was talking to Madden. “You’re legitimately the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I know you don’t like it on you, but red really is your color, baby,” he said, watching closely as the Butcher’s shoulders started to quake.
Sorry, bestie, while you were on fake vacation and probably actually kidnapped and tortured, I was getting it on with a Retinue member?
“What is it?” “A toy.” “So, something for one of your experiments?”
Madden was seriously going to have to repay Yuze. What was the guy into? Maybe he’d buy him a hoverbike.
“Don’t fall for me, Mad King,” Berga warned. “This is just another experiment, there will eventually be a conclusion.” Maybe to him, but for Madden, it was already so much more than that. “Agreed. It’s when one of us dies.”
He liked the idea of there being no one else for the Mad King. Of being his only one. Of knowing that, not only was there a person out there that belonged to him alone, but also that there was someone who wanted him badly enough to give up all others.
“Only you,” he whispered, and when he held out his arms and Madden immediately fell back into them, he felt that last prickle of uneasiness dissipate within him.
He had everything under perfect control.
“Good Light.” Berga laughed. And laughed. And laughed some more.
If not for Rabbit whispering things in my ear in all of your defense, I would have taken this to the mat at Friction and beaten some sense into both you and that wayward bestie of yours.
“Worried I’ll crash and destroy another one of your precious babies?”
“The only precious baby I’ve got here is you.”
“I want to map your entire body and commit it to memory. I think of you when I’m awake and dream of you when I’m asleep. You’re my damn multi-slate wallpaper background.”
“Just say boyfriend, you absolute weirdo,”
The Butcher was in danger. Madden didn’t need to hear more. He tossed the Dominus aside and practically sprang from the ring, already trying to recall where Berga was supposed to be at this hour.
“Wake up!” He shook Madden, clutching him close and inspecting the various injuries. And there were many.
