In Too Deep (Nico x KaGoroth)

[Nico]

Micah Evander slammed the door of his studio apartment closed and heaved a long sigh. Running a hand through his unkept hair, he glanced around at the mess. This small one-room apartment wasn't the first ugly mess he'd gotten himself stuck in. Fortunately or not for him, he wouldn't be staying here much longer anyway.

Grabbing his duffel and suitcase, he began to stuff them full of his belongings. Working quickly, Micah glanced up at the clock. He needed to get to the airport. He needed to get out of here.

As he passed the mirror, he paused. The 22 year old 'young professional' looked like shit. Brown hair stood up at odd ends on his head, his clothes were crumpled, a coffee stain from this morning marked his shirt, and his face looked a little too pale and drawn. One moment of deliberation and then Micah was stripping his clothes off and hopping to the shower.

The hot water didn't relax him, but the promise of cleanliness was a welcome luxury. He wished the shower could wash away his past mistakes, but pushed that worry to the back of his mind. It wasn't productive. He went over his plan in his head as he scrubbed himself. Get out of the apartment complex from the back, just in case there was anyone looking for him out front. Call a cab, get to the airport, and go… where?

Micah frowned, rinsing the soap from his hair. He couldn't call his brother. He didn't even know where his elder brother lived or worked anymore; his he hadn't kept in touch and Micah wasn't one to chase after family ties either. Micah felt his nerves rise; the fear of being caught made the small bathroom feel claustrophobic.

He slammed his fist against the shower wall, running a hand down his face. Why was he here now? Gambling and partying: he never thought of them as a problem. They were just an escape, just a bit of fun. He didn't think he had an… addiction. The money he borrowed he needed to pay the bills and for food. He didn't use it for gambling… not really. Besides, it wasn't his fault that the market was so bad these days. He couldn't find work.

Truth was he couldn't keep work, but Micah conveniently ignored that. He just wanted to live life and enjoy himself. That wasn't a bad thing. Until he received the warning, or more like the threat, that if he didn't pay what he owed, he'd 'get what was coming to him.' Micah snorted out a chuckle. Gambling was a game; it was thrilling, but it was just a bit of fun. He'd lost, sure, but they couldn't really expect him to pay all of that money. He still had debt from his borrowing; he couldn't do that. That was insane.

He was just going to have to leave. If he cut all ties, he told himself, they wouldn't find him. Micah washed the last of the soap from his body, his mind made up.

 

[KaGoroth]

The apartment was poorly lit and in a rough area of town, nothing much inside as Zavier was not often home. Hired by whoever could afford his services he spent most of his time as a hitman for some of the most dangerous people in the city. Zavier was the first choice for most people due to his ruthless and sadistic nature and the fact that he enjoyed causing extreme pain and suffering to the people he was hired to kill. He had long forgotten any family or friends he once had, even his real name Matthew was lost to him.

Zavier was a large man, 6'5 and muscular with long black hair that want down just past the middle of his back. His eyes were blue although his face was often partially covered by his thick hair. He had a scar on the right side of his face from temple all the way down his cheek. An injury that had happened during one of his first jobs while he was still inexperienced. He was always in the same clothes, Black trousers and shirt with a full length leather jacket and black boots. A look that had often been described in hushed words around dark ally's and run down bars.

Zavier's reputation was well known and was one of the main reasons he was sought after. It was well known that he tortured his targets horrifically and would often use sexual torture. Most of the time just the mention of his name was enough for people to beg forgiveness for anything they have done.

A phone call with only a name and address and Zavier had his next target, collecting his things and preparing for the next kill. He went round to Micah's studio apartment. He could hear there was someone home and carefully picked the lock on the door. He quietly walked into the apartment and looked around, hearing the shower he walked up to the bathroom door. With one powerful thrust he kicks the door almost of it's hinges, rushing Micah and grabbing him with one hand and slamming him against the wall. "time to pay up" His voice deep and rough. His arm raises up and delivers a hard blow to his face, knocking him out.

Zavier lifted Micah and hand cuffed him to the water pipe on the ceiling, his feet swinging a couple feet of the floor. The basement was well lit, a table in the middle with wrist and ankle restraints. There are various shelves on the walls, covered in various knives and blunt weapons and various other nasty looking tools. Zavier was standing a few feet away from Micah waiting for him to wake up.

 

[Nico]

He didn't hear the sound of the apartment door opening, nor the boots that stalked into his room past the sound of water falling around his ears. He did however note the loud implosion of the door as it crashed into the small bathroom and ricocheted off the wall. Startled, Micah almost slipped trying to look over his shoulder just as the shower curtain was thrown open and he felt a large hand grip the back of his neck.

He didn't even have time to cry out. Micah grunted as he saw stars as his head collided with the shower wall, in his fear comprehending only that this was probably whomever 'they' had sent after him. He flailed in panic, slipping in the tub, only catching a brief glimpse of a face hard and a callous voice before the impact of a fist to his head made everything fuzzy. He blacked out, his body going limp.

----

It was cold. The nude, limp body hanging from it's wrists shivered. Micah regained consciousness slowly. His arms felt searingly sore, like they were being pulled out of their sockets. He let out a muffled moan, twitching as he began to feel the effects of his entire weight being supported by his arms. A few droplets of water dripped from his hair, running down the curve of his back and the crease of his chest, tickling his smooth, naked flesh and raising goosebumps.

At first confusion bloomed on the captive's face as he realized he wasn't in kansas anymore. Bleary blue eyes, matching those of his brother's if perhaps a shade paler, blinked in the bright lights of the room. Micah tilted his head up to look at his wrists. He found himself hanging handcuffed to a bar, completely exposed, and still as nude as he'd been in the shower. The panic began to set in as did his predicament; it dripped like ice water into the pit of his stomach.

He really shouldn't have taken that shower.

"What- hey, let me go-" Micah mumbled, his voice sounding sleepy. Grunting, he pulled on his restraints, the clacking of the metal handcuffs against the water pipe resounding throughout the room. Hissing with pain and giving up for the moment, Micah looked forward and took in the room as his eyes adjusted. There were no windows, jut very bright lights. Blue eyes widened as he squinted at the shelves, then froze when they fell on Zavier.

Micah visibly shuddered. One of his knees came up in an unconscious attempt to hide his front from the eyes of the other. His cheeks flushed pink. There was something extremely humiliating about being naked and stretched out in front of a stranger. The man was tall and had a dangerous air to him. He must have been the one who knocked him out. Micah remembered the scar, then he blinked.

"M-Matthew?" Micah asked uncertainly, and squinted, "is that you?" Was it really his brother? Could he be that lucky?

The fear on his face eased up a bit, though the panic in his voice did not, "Oh thank God! Help me; get me out of these!"

 

[KaGoroth]

Zavier sat for a while as he waited for Micah to regain conciousness, looking him up and down thinking of what to do and what to do first. As Micah started to wake Zavier watched as he looked around confused. A twisted smile emerging as Micah tries to cover himself, struggling in the cuffs and looking around.

Zavier Started to stand but was halted as he heard Micah call him by his real name. Something triggered in his head but as he took a few steps towards him and Heard Micah's pleas to be released it brought him back to what he was here to do. Zavier moved to a smaller table that he dragged in front of Micah. He looked up to him "My name is Zavier, you owe a lot of money to some very dangerous people. Now you are going to wish you had paid.....or died before I got hold of you." Zavier ignored the name he had been called and removed the cover of the table. On the table placed beside each other is a scalpel, pliers, syringe with a dark coloured liquid and an assortment of other nasty looking pointed instruments.

Zavier looked up and grabbed Micah by the throat "let's get things started, we have a lot to get through." Zaviers eye's locked on Micah's as he starts squeezing tight, smiling as his fingers grip him harder. Not wanting Micah to pass out to early he let go of his throat and immediately launched his fist into Micah's stomach. The impact causing Micah's body back and swinging as he hung there by his wrists.

 

[Nico]

"Zavier? But- but you're my-" His words were cut off by the sound of the metal table screeching across the bare concrete floor as it was dragged to him. Cold blue eyes bore into his own without remorse. Micah shivered under the pitiless stare. With a flourish, the cover was removed. Micah couldn't quite comprehend what he was hearing… or seeing. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

A hand flashed up, and suddenly he was taken by the throat. If Micah's eyes had been large before, they were blown wide with panic as the thick fingers around his airway began to squeeze. "St-Stop!Stop!plea-" his voice cut off in a gargle as he couldn't speak. He tried to kick out at the man, pull away, twist and turn in his hold, but Micah's resistance died quickly as he ran out of oxygen. As soon as his panic reached his peak; Micah's face reddening and his lips going blue, and just before his eyes started slipping back in his skull, his throat was released.

Micah had time for only one gulp of breath before everything was forced from his lungs from the force of the man's fist hitting his gut.

All of his precious air left him with the hollow sound of an "Oomph!" as he swung backward, out of control. His stomach throbbed, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his lungs. He swung and twisted from the blow, increasing his disorientation. Micah gasped frantically and shallowly, trying to regain his ability to breathe after having the air knocked out of him. His vision cleared as he slowly fought to breathe- his harsh wheezing turned to a ragged coughing. He couldn't speak, or plead for mercy, or ask why… his tormentor looked so much like his brother.

 

[KaGoroth]

Zavier just smiled as he watched Micah struggle. There was a look of pleasure in his eyes as he watched him trying to catch his breath. Another cover comes of the main table with a car battery and a pair of jumper cables. Zavier walks back up to Micah and runs his hands down Micah's body, stopping just above his crotch.

"I hope you have a high pain threshold, your going to need it. For the these" looking to his tools on the table. "and for the.....other activities." Laughing as he speaks. His hand moves to Micah's thigh, moving to his inner thigh. His hands are rough and not gentle as he grips Micah's flesh. Moving round Micah, his hand sliding over his body as he circles him, rubbing across his ass before standing in front of him again. He would often spend time just trying to emotionally torture his targets. Zavier took a lot of pleasure knowing his targets are scared and wondering what will happen to them.

He reached over to the table and picked up a surgical scalpel and placed it against Micah's lips. "i guess you can keep these for the moment since your going to need them soon" He grins and he moves the scalpel under his right eye. "i guess you can lose one of these, you only need to see through one eye to be able do what your going to do later." His words were cold and emotionless as he moved the scalpel around Micah's body. He stops at his chest, pressing the scalpel harder against him, piercing his flesh a little and sliding the scalpel down, causing a cut about two inches long. The cuts was deep enough to cause bleeding but not so deep it would cause him to bleed out. "not to deep, i have so much planned for you."

 

[Nico]

Micah took shallow breaths, watching the man before him with fixed attention and fighting to quiet his breathing. His shivered as thick, coarse hands ran down his chest, over his ribs, and stomach. Venturing to look anywhere but at the man as the warm hand on his stomach slid lower, Micah's eyes fell upon the table.

"Oh god no," the young man moaned, shutting his eyes at the sight of the implements of torture. The hair at his nape stood up, and his skin crawled as Zaveir mentioned "other activities" in his husky tone. He twisted in the man's grasp as the hands continued to glide over him, squeezing the soft flesh of his inner thigh and trailing over his ass. The touch made Micah's muscles stiffen at the intimacy, and the inspection, as if he was being assessed like a piece of meat by a butcher.

"Please stop! No, I'l do anyth-!" Micah's fever-pitched begging cut short as the sharp blade of the scalpel was pressed against his sensual mouth. He stopped breathing. Blue eyes plead with his captor, then widened with unbridled panic as the scalpel traveled leisurely under his right eye. Stiff as a board, Micah didn't blink or move as Zavier stared at him, the threatening blade tickling under his lower lashes. The softest of sighs was released as the scalpel was moved away.

As the blade slid through the skin of his pec without warning, Micah sucked in a sharp breath. "Ah- Fuck!"

He cursed and swung in his cuffs, trying to kick out and get away from the torturer holding the knife. Was that what this was? They were going to torture him because of the money? Would he kill him? Was -- was he going to…? Micah's brown hair fell into his eyes as he looked down at himself. The cut wasn't deep, but already droplets of his blood were seeping out to trail thin lines of red down his chest and tickling him as they slid around the chocolate nub of his nipple.

"Don't do this, I swear I can give you the money," He breathed, "I'll get it somehow- Please, give me a chance, I can't--" He faltered as his eyes flicked to the table.

 

[KaGoroth]

Zavier laughed as he watched Micah react to being cut and as he pleaded with him for another chance to pay the money back. "you had your chance to pay the money back and you decided not to pay. You only have yourself to blame for the situation your in." He put the knife against his throat. "Don't worry though, my blades are not the only things that are going to penetrate you, but i promise that the pain will be is going to be more than you could possible imagine." He puts the scalpel on the table, turning round quickly and landing a hard punch on Micah's jaw, enough to cause a lot of pain but not break his jaw.

Micah's body was used as a punch bag while Zavier worked his torso blow after blow landing against his fragile body. Zavier's punches were hard but only enough to hurt and not cause any serious damage. He stopped, looking over Micah's body to make sure nothing is broken, smiling as he steps back. "your body is perfect, if we hadn't met under these circumstances i would of just raped you and not have to cause you so much pain." He laughed after he spoke "Don't worry, the sexual torture will be before i really get started. I wouldn't want you to miss that." He runs his hands down Micah's body, cupping his hands around his crutch, rubbing as he looked at Micah with a twisted smile.

Zavier started to undo the cuffs, causing Micah to drop to the floor. He lifts Micah up onto the table on his front, the top half resting on the table, bent over as his legs hung over the side. His wrists strapped to the restraints on the table and his legs spread open and ankles tied to each table leg. Zavier stood behind him, running his hands up and down his back and over his ass. "I hope your ready because if you not then this is about to get very.....uncomfortable for you" Laughing even more, it's obvious he is getting a lot of pleasure out of this and he's not only doing it because he's being paid.

 

[Nico]

The young man's jugular thumped thick with blood and fear under the blade. He felt lightheaded. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't really happening... As it was removed, Micah fought back bile at the thought of being… penetrated. He'd hadn't ever been touched by man in this way before this, and to have Zavier's thick, powerful hands on him made him itch to flee.

The beating left him bruised and aching. By the end of it Micah was gasping for air again, spittle trailing down his chin. He didn't quite catch Zavier's words until the big man was before him and coarse hands cupped his cock and balls, rubbing them. To Micah's horror, his cock twitched in response. He spat and cursed, trying to wrench himself away, wanting to escape from the wicked smile that held Zaveir's promises.

He got his chance as the cuffs were released, but Micah found to his dismay as he tried to push himself off the floor that he couldn't move his arms. He groaned in pain. They had been stretched above his head for too long, and now were sore and useless. He was keenly aware of how fucked he was as he lay at Zavier's feet. The man bent down to pick him up, and Micah growled in defiance despite the swelling of his jaw and the pain in his body. Once more he was restrained- Micah still fought his bonds, tugging at them in fury.

"Fuck, Fucker, let me go! You can't do this! GRH-" He furiously squirmed atop the table, finding the position he was in to be extremely humiliating. The hands that rubbed down him made Micah arch and buck in response with an angry snarling. It was a gentle touch, but it heralded worse things to come. His entire body tensed, clenching his ass as tight as he could. No way-- No fucking way would another man fuck him! Zavier looked so much like his brother, expect Matthew had been thinner back then, not so filled out with muscle, and didn't have as many scars. The wrongness of his situation twisted in his gut.

 

[KaGoroth]

Zavier laughed as he saw Micah struggle against his restraints, placing his hand on his ass and leaning into his ear. "keep struggling, i like it rough....and tight" His laugh echoed and filed the room, leaning back. He noticed a birthmark on Micah's shoulder blade. Unsure why it looked familiar he continued to taunt Micah as he stood behind him. He pulled himself out of his trousers, fully aroused and presses up against the soft skin of Micah's ass. He knew this would make Micah crazy and was hoping he would struggle. Zavier got more pleasure from his targets when he knew they were in pain and took even more joy in raping his targets first.

Placing his hands on Micah's waist, he gripped hard as he thrust his cock deep inside Micah's tight ass. He pulled out completely and instantly penetrated him again, pushing his cock fully inside him. Zavier's violently powerful thrusts got harder and harder. Leaning forward he wraps his fingers around Micah's throat, gripping as he continued to violate his captive. After a few more hard thrusts he pulled out oh Micah's ass and released his grip on his throat. Zavier stood to the side of Micah so he could see him. He looked down at him. "a taste of things to come." His words spoken without any form of remorse or emotion.

 

[Nico]

Micah had shuddered as Zavier whispered in his ear, raising a shoulder up to ward off the warm breath that felt so perversely gentle brushing over his skin. He couldn't cope with the man's laugh. It was husky, dark, and sick.

he sound of the hitman's zipper being pulled down had Micah yanking on the restraints around his wrists. The raw skin broke and blood trailed down his arms. Then the shush of Zavier's pants being pushed down to mid thigh hit Micah's ears and his heart began to hammer. The young man started up his slew of curses and insults again as soon as he felt his captor's hard member lowered against his naked ass. Zavier slid his massive cock between Micah's butt cheeks. Micah tightened his buttocks but it just made the channel tighter. The younger man tried to twist away, but Zavier had gripped his hips in a bruising grasp. He was forced to keep still as his captor ground his cock against his tightly closed asshole, and then thrust forward all at once.

Micah bellowed, or perhaps it was more of a scream, as his body arched to go forward, and away from the hard cock ripping its way into his gut. Zavier's hands prevented his hips from getting away. Micah never thought he would feel such pain. His previously untouched, pale skin stretched around the hit man's cock. He choked on his nausea, feeling like he was on fire, but feeling the violation of the act thrust far deeper into him.

"G-god! Plea-!"
Thrust.
"No!"
Thrust.
"Gh-"
Micah couldn't think- the only thing that existed were the stone fingers that dug into his hips, and then around his throat and the hellish rubbing, burning sensation within him that made his legs shake and his lungs collapse.
Thrust.
"huuuh-"

After the first excruciating pumps had driven the air from him, and the blooms of pain had burst before his eyes, Micah felt his body give. He gave in- doing his best to accommodate the punishing cock. It was easier this way, easier to focus on surviving it if he stopped resisting. He gritted his teeth and let out a long, strained sound, a broken whimper that sent chills down his own back. Could he really make a sound like that? Was that his own voice? It wasn't until after Zaveir was through with him that he realized he had pissed himself.

Micah didn't fight as Zavier pulled out of his torn hole. Glassed-over blue eyes blurry with tears stared up at the man who had violated him, falling to the blood-stained cock that dangled out of his opened pants. Micah shivered and squoze his eyes shut. He tried to turn his head and close his legs, thin shoulders beginning to shake.

"Matthew, Matthew," Micah wailed quietly, trying in vain to curl in on himself despite his restraints on that cold table. He didn't know why he chanted his brother's name; his head was flooded with the pain that burned deep inside of him. Maybe it was brought about by the fact that the man who had just raped him seemed so familiar, or maybe it was his subconscious' cry for his older brother's help. Matthew always knew what to do. If he was here he would make it better. If he were here, he would save Micah.

 

[KaGoroth]

Zavier enjoyed the sight of blood dripping from his cock as he stood in front of Micah. The sounds of his cries giving him the sick pleasure he derives from doing this to people. Seeing the cuts on Micah's wrists he grabs a bottle from the side and as he opened the lid a strong smell of vinegar filled the room. As Zavier was about to pour it over Micah's wrists he heard him call out Matthew again. He paused for a moment, looking like he was trying to remember something but shook it off as he poured the vinegar over the cuts on Micah's wrists.

Leaning in and grabbing Micah's face, placing his hand on Micah's shoulder. Zavier forced down hard, almost breaking Micah's shoulder and walked out of sight. There was a sound of metal against stone as Zavier sharpened his scalpel, ensuring that it would slide through skin easier. Zavier pressed the knife against Micah's shoulder and cut deep into his skin, a long trail of blood trickled down Micah's arm. Using a thin piece of orange heated metal he pressed it against the wound to cauterize it.

Zavier walked to the front of the table, pulling a chair behind him. He placed it down and sat in front of Micah and lit a cigarette and just stared at Micah while he smoked. Zaviers locked, it didn't seem like Zavier blinked at all as he sat there.

 

[Nico]

Micah saw Zavier pause with the torture as he called his brother's name. That was strange. Did Zavier know Matthew? Was it possible that he… was his brother? That somehow he had acquired some sort of twisted amnesia? Micah shuddered and felt bile rise in his throat. If that was true… his own brother... had just raped him.

A high whine escaped his tightly-shut lips as the burning liquid was poured over his raw chaffed wrists. He tried to duck his head and bite down the pain, but his face was caught roughly. Micah gasped in shock, at first thinking the hitman had broken his shoulder. The force of it had his bones groaning. Micah scrunched up his face and sucked in a cheek, but it wasn't anything compared to the pain that came next.

The sound of a blade on stone only made the cut worse, as he was expecting it. When the metal bit into his flesh, Micah hissed out, his body tensing up again, the dimples above his pert ass showing. The cut was deep; he could feel the heat of his own blood escape his tight skin and warm his arm as it ran down in rivulets. He jumped as the hot wire was pressed down to the newly opened wound, his whimpers escalating as sparks of pain blinded him again.

The sound of a chair being dragged around him and of Micah's panting was loud in the silence of the basement.

Micah twitched on the table like a wounded animal, expecting at any moment to be hurt. His head was bowed submissively, and he wouldn't look up into his captor's eyes. Tremors ran down his limbs, showing just how much he feared Zavier, even though he had given up on pleading with him for the moment.

After a long minute of silence, the smoke of a cigarette filling his senses, Micah dared a glance up. An aquiline nose and a soft cheek slid along the table as Micah slowly lifted his blue eyes to look tentatively up from under his lashes. Zavier sat in front of him, staring down at him. Dark blue eyes that looked so similar to his brother's, yet so much colder, pierced into him. He could feel cool air brush against the slick blood that had trickled out of his ass and down his balls, and imagined the previously smooth, pale skin of his shoulder an angry puffy red with the new scar it sported. The bruises that made him ache dully all over would start to set in soon. Micah squirmed, trying to escape into his mind, fighting back tears. His heart rate rose and shame burned on his cheeks. Zavier's stare was too intense. What was he thinking?

 

[KaGoroth]

Zavier sat there while he smoked, taking in what he had done so far. "I have to say I'm almost impressed, most people have passed out by now." His voice deep and emotionless as he continues to stare straight into Micah's eyes. "Maybe your still concious because your taking some pleasure from this treatment. Maybe not as much as I'm getting from dealing it out, but some." His laugh almost as deep and piercing as his voice. He stood up and walked up to Micah and put his cigarette out on his hand, pushing down hard. He walked around the tale was tied to for a few minutes. Enjoying the suspense and fear in Micah's eyes as he passed across his field of vision, again and again.

His mind would wonder back to the name Matthew....thinking to himself 'who is this man he speaks of and why does he keep saying his name.'
Zavier started to get irritated at questioning himself and getting distracted. He walked to Micah's side and grabbed his hair, making a fist. He lifted Micah's head up and slammed it onto the table. Micah's chin and cheek hitting the hard wood as Zavier angled his head so as not to break his nose or knock him out. Zavier leaned in to Micah and lifted his head and turned Micah to face him.

"Who is Matthew and why do you keep calling his name and looking at me?" Slamming his head down again in the same way.

 

[Nico]

His fists were clenched before him as he listened to Zavier's voice. It made his hair stand on end, his stomach curl up in fear, and a thrill jump through his veins. Micah hated it. He wasn't turned on by this! Fucking sicko! He shifted uneasily on the table under Zavier's gaze and tried unsucessfully to slow his heart rate. He'd never felt so small in his life.

The burn on his fist had him squirming and hissing out soft curses again. Micah didn't give an answer up at first, but the second slam of his face down onto the table loosened his stubborn lips.

"He's my brother," Micah gritted out, "he left when we were younger, haven't seen em since." He spoke fast, all of his words seeming to blend togeather. His eyes slid away from Zavier's face. "You... remind me of him," Micah whispered. He quickly winced and wished he could take the words back. How could he relate his brother to this stone hard killer? But there was a nagging sense in the back of his mind that the commanding hand on the back of his head was his brother's hand. Everytime Zavier touched him it almost felt familiar, until the pain shocked him and he lost the ability to think.

 

[KaGoroth]

Zavier listened to Micah's words and lifted his head to slam it down again but stopped. He didn't even remember his parents let alone having a brother. He let go of Micah's head, deciding to indulge his curiosity. Zavier sat back down and lit up another cigarette, taking a drag and blowing the smoke into Micah's face.

"you've aroused my curiosity, this brother of yours." Pausing for a moment "why do I remind you so much of him? I've done this for as long as i can remember and i don't remember you"

His words and tone of voice still deep but with a sense of genuine curiosity.

 

[Nico]

Micah flinched as the fist in his hair tensed. Zavier released him. He glanced up, the surprise evident on his face, before he ducked his head again so as not to push his luck. Ss the smell of a cig wafted over him again, Micah readied himself fot the pain. Instead, the question had his head snapping up to look st Zavier.

"Your eyes," Micah said without hesitation. He realized he was looking into Zavier's eyes, and he quickly dropped his gaze. "You, uh, look like him, Matthew had the same...I-intensity," he stuttered huriedly, falling over his words, "S-sorry, you just..." Micah cringed. Why was he talking so much and apologising? "You just felt like him." He said softly, barely audible, "but Matt would never-he, he wouldn't-"

Micah's forehead pressed to the table as he shut his eyes tightly. He never had wanted clothing more than he did right now. To cover up the shame of being... he choked, his ribcage flaring as he remembered the hot, full feeling of the hitmans cock opening him. He could feel Zavier's cold eyes assessing him as his dangerous mind worked. Micah took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself.

 

[KaGoroth]

Zavier sits there, taking in what you said to him. He takes the last drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke upwards and drops it, using his shoe to stub it out. He doesn't move or speak for a moment, he tries to decide if Micah is just trying to get Zavier to let him go or if he is telling him the truth. He did sense something when he called out for Matthew but he couldn't be sure.

Zavier took a deep breath and stared into Micah's eyes. "could you prove this in any way?" Almost sounding like he is willing to give Micah the benefit of the doubt. "Because if this turn out to be a way to trick me into letting you go then i will cause you suffering that will make what you have already been through feel like a paper cut."

As Zavier threatened Micah his eyes returned to the cold and emotionless stare he had before.

 

[Nico]

Micah couldn't believe it. He was being given a chance! That meant... Zavier might really be his brother. The realization made Micah both ecstatic and nauseous.

The intensity of the hope he felt and the gratitude towards his captor surprised him. Micahs fisted bound hands realxed slightly, as though he wanted to reach out to his brother. The next words out of Zavier's frighteningly calm mouth made him freeze. Prove it? How was he going to prove it to a man who had lost his memories? His panic rose and Micah tried not to hyperventilate.

"Our mom's name is Jeanne, and our father Robert was a fuck up who decided crank was more important than us and left when I was 3. You.. you had to watch me a lot." Micah's voice faltered as he dared to look up at the hitman standing over him. "You- you don't remember any of this?"

He suirmed naked on the table under Zavier's gaze, trying not to panic, although his furious thinking showed in the way his shoulders twitched at every passing second.

Micah's head jerked up as he remembered, his face turning up to look up at Zavier with a desperatly hopeful expression.

"Matthew had a birthmark, like mine," he dipped his shoulder down, to show the dark blotch on his back, "but it was... on his inner thigh." Micah flushed red, dropping his eyes again. They used to bathe together when they were younger, and once, while Matt was washing his back, he had commented on their birthmarks.

 

[KaGoroth]

Zavier gave Micah a chance to speak and listened to him as he described there parents. He wasn't convinced as he had no memory of them and was not looking happy. Micah mentioned the birthmark they shared Zavier's eyes seemed to lose there blank burning stare. "birthmark?"

Zavier got up and walked behind Micah and checked his shoulder, unable to think how he didn't see it. He walked around to the front of the table and pulled down his trousers and showed Micah the birthmark on his thigh, it was the same.

Unable to think properly Zavier sat back down on the chair, he had voided himself of emotion for so long he wasn't even sure if he could feel anything. He looked to the floor and tried to process what he had seen and learned and then what he had done to his own brother. He still didn't feel remorse or guilt but he did start to feel strange, unable to figure out what it was or why.

Almost 20 minutes pass before Zavier looks back up and looks into Micah's eyes, it's obvious there is something going on behind them and it was still looking like it could go either way. Zavier thought about finishing his work as he had been paid to do it, but could he continue? Would this affect him if he did kill his brother. "brother?"

 

[Nico]

Micah remained absolutely still and silent as he watched his brother deliberate in the chair before him. He knew Zavier was his brother, beyond a doubt now. The birthmark had shown them both that. Micah had fliched as Zaviers trousers had been shuffed down, his breathing increasing as he tried not to look at Zaviers cock, his own dried blood still there. He pushed the sinking thought of what it meant that his own brother had raped him, and what he had made him feel, out of his mind. Matthew hadn't been himself. He wouldn't have done that if he had been himself. Right?

It felt like forever before Matthew met his eyes. One word from those lips and Micah's body racked with his harsh breathing. He had been silent up until now, but a flood of relief and emotion washed over him.

"Y-yes Matt... I'm Micah-I'm your younger brother." He wasn't going to cry. He wasn't. "Please, Matt, please remember," Micah twisted his raw wrists in his binds, his fingers reaching out for Zavier, "please let me go."

 

[KaGoroth]

Zavier stood up as Micah pleaded to be let go, he had been doing this for so long that he had pushed any feelings he had out of his mind. It was the only way he could do what he did, the years of developing his methods and using sexual torture had made him forget everything. He felt like a war was being fought in his head, unable to decide if he should let Micah go or finish the job, he started to pace back and forth.

"i was paid to do a job.....if you are my brother how can I finish......i have no emotional attachment to you....... if your my only family then you could answer so many questions"

As Zavier continued to pace and think out loud he became increasingly agitated and his voice was getting louder and almost angry. Unable to tell if it was the thought of what he did or what he should do that was making him angry. Zavier exploded, picking up the chair he had been sitting on and smashed it against the wall. The chair shattered, splinters flying all over as he let out a roar that echoed through the basement. A long loud and deep shout that almost let him breathless.

Zavier turned to Micah, his eyes wide and almost showing a sense of recognition. He picked up a large hunting knife and turned to Micah. Unsure himself if he was about to kill or release Micah, just standing there and breathing heavy.

 

[Nico]

He tensed as the hitman began to pace. The tension rose as did Zavier's voice. The deep angry snarling of his brother and tormentor made him tremble.. his hands itched to cover his hears and his head. All of a sudden, the chair was flung into the wall. "Stop!" Micah cried out, trying to flatten himself againt the tabel. The angry roar that resounded through the room had Micah breaking out in a cold sweat, chills running down his back. If he had anything left in his bladder he would gave pissed himself.

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease," Micah gasped out, cowering on the table. He didn't care an ounce for his pride, that had been beaten well out of him an hour ago. The knife in Zaviers hands showed just how vicious and violtal the seasoned killer was, and just how precarious Micah's worth to him was. He had to show his brother somehow that he was worth more alive than dead. That he was worth more than the job Zavier took so much pleasure from.

"If you let me go, I promise I will help you, I won't run," Micah dared to look up, spreading the fingers of his bound hands as if he wanted to both ward off and embrace his brother, "I won't leave you, please."

 

[KaGoroth]

Zavier stood there as Micah continued to plead with him, his promise to help him and stay with him sounded genuine to Zavier but he was still struggling with him mind. His hand started to shake and his eyes flickered as he thought. Was he seriously thinking of letting him go and was there any hope that he could actually have a normal life. A normal life had been lost to him long ago and even though he had always taken pleasure in his work it all seemed like it was being lost to him now.

Zavier turned to Micah and raised his hand the blade shining in the light. He brought it down hard and fast "AHHHHHHHHH" Bringing it down and plunging it into the table, inched from Micah's face. He stood there for a moment before removing Micah's wrist restraints. Not moving to help him as he dropped to the floor. He walked round to were Micah fell and removed his ankle restraints, picking him up off the floor. Zavier took Micah's full wait as he held him up, his large rough hands under Micah's arms.

"how the fuck can you help me after what i have done? Dozens of people have died on that table. You almost met your end on it, and you still say you can help me."

Zaviers voice had lost that emotionless tone but was still deep and menacing. "if you try to fuck with me or you are lying to try and find a chance to escape.....I'll rip your heart out with my bare hand." Zavier wasn't about to let him go but the thought of killing him was no longer giving him the pleasure he would usually get.

 

[Nico]

Micah had screamed along with his brother, certian that he had failed, and now was facing his death. When no pain came after a couple of seconds, he let out a strangled whimper, devolving into uncontrollable tremors. He didn't notice his wrists being undone until he painfully slid off the table and onto the floor.

He didn't respond to his brothers admission of the lives taken on the very same table he had been streached across seconds ago. Micah was still shaking as Zavier picked him up, trying to hold back the ragged sobs of shock that made it hard to breathe.

The threat on his life had Micah forgetting about the pain that didn't allow him to stand on his own. Zavier had made the ultimatum clear. With the streangth he possessed, Micah didn't doubt that he could. He felt like a child in his brother's hands agian, except instead of being chastized with the threat of a spanking, his life was on the line. While it would normally bother him to be held in such a emasculating way, now all he could think about was how to be as pleasing as possible, and how greatful he was for Zavier's change of mind. Red eyes flickered up to his brother's face, as his arms hung unmoving by his sides. Micah didn't dare reach out to Matthew, even though he was aching for some sort of embrace in his shock. He nodded, blinking tears away when he looked up, "t-thank you."