Chapter 94: The Burden Of Knowledge

The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

Both Casey and Rick managed to reach his house without causing any incidents despite Rick still being covered in deer blood and dirt from his odd occurrence in the woods. He seemed to be quite tired all things considered and the emotional drain was a strange thing to note in him as he silently followed Casey past the hard oak wood front door and into the living room. The faded red station wagon had still been in the driveway indicating that Helen Peterson was home and still very likely asleep. Casey led a still silent and visibly grief-stricken Rick up the stairs and toward the bathroom where he proceeded to start the water for a shower and the older lad climbed in.

The hot steamy water quickly filled the spacious and neat bathroom as Casey stood watching Rick stand beneath the rushing shower head his mind still reeling from the incident in the woods and from seeing what had truly happened to The Channons. He couldn't imagine how anyone let alone someone like Rick could function day to day after something as horrific as what happened to his family.

Casey sighed as he watched his lover stand beneath the water with his head resting against the slick blue tile that lined the shower and took off his basketball shorts. He climbed in with him placing a hand on Rick's shoulder as he rubbed his back.

The brooding older teen took something of a deep breath and tried his best to push down all the sorrow that had been weighing so heavily on him. All he could see were the images of the bodies of each one of his family members riddled with bullets and pools of blood. None of them had deserved such a dire fate, their deaths had been arranged by a callous monster that was due to be locked away for the rest of his miserable existence.

DON ALFREDO DEAMOTTI

Rick gritted his teeth as he recalled the image in the news article about the twisted freak of a man that ordered the hit on his family. The enraged lad's father Vince had been one of the bastard's arresting officers and as a result, ended up getting a hit put on him and his family. A cold and ruthless message if ever there was one for any and all that threatened to oppose the bastard's so-called rule. Rick punched the tile with his fist and growled as he tried his best to get the image of the smug old prick out of his mind. Deamotti had taken everything from him in a matter of moments when he sent his hitmen to not only kill his father but to wipe out the Channon family as a whole. The old werewolf brute had come to his aid, albeit involuntarily when he attacked the men and killed them sustaining injuries and inadvertently infecting Rick in the process.

He didn't get why the old man even cared, he was doing just fine on his own in the woods without the older bastard trying to keep tabs on him. Casey pressed his lips into Rick's back trying his best to distract him from the agony that had been his wayward thoughts and bombarding memories.

Without a word, Rick turned to face Casey, his cock already aroused as he scooped the younger lad into his powerful water-slick arms and pressed him against the tile. He was in dire need of a distraction and knew all too well the only person who could provide it.

A hiss escaped the younger lad's lips as Rick pressed him against the cold slick tile as the water from the shower head cascaded down their collective bodies soaking them but doing little to quell the heat that filled them and the lust that began to cloud their young minds.

Casey opened his mouth as Rick's mouth devoured his in a heated series of kisses as their mutually aroused cocks came into contact the rigid flesh rubbing against flesh and throbbing with need just as their bodies were pressed beneath the showerhead.

Try as he might to bite back the moan that pushed past his lips once Rick's massive cock head impaled his warmth pushing past his slick folds, it was to no avail as Rick filled him in one motion making his body clench and his cock jump slapping against their slick bellies in the process.

"Fuckkkk." hissed Casey losing himself to the sensation of fullness and the heat of his lover's body against his own.

Rick growled low against the flesh of Casey's neck as the water continued to beat down on them. Each long slow thrust increased in intensity as the echo of falling water and their rapid breaths amid the steam-fogged bathroom began to resound around them.

Casey gripped Rick's shoulders digging his fingernails into them as best he could to keep his body upright as the handsome brooding teen began to thrust heavily into his slick sex almost desperate in his jerky movements to feel something other than the pain of losing his family and the memory of nearly being killed in the wake of a cowardly attack by a bastard that was still looking to absolve himself of his wrongdoings.

Neither of them said a word, as their bodies had been given over to their mutual lust and the need for connection. Casey's mind had once more bombarded him with visions of a not-so-distant future and the bodies that would line the streets and blood, so much blood during the coming of the next full moon.

The soft white glow of his eyes had been missed by that of his lover whose dark chaotic eyes had been closed tight in a bid to savor the sensation of pounding his thick cock inside the moaning younger lad if only to escape what he dreaded to relieve.

Casey saw it all, the bodies, the blood, his ears had even picked up the screams as he gripped Rick's shoulders desperate to hold on as his lover drilled his wanton sex as expertly as he knew how. The young lad felt a good deal of emotions in that moments, some had not been his own as he recognized Rick's fear for the first time since they had been together.

The beast, the brute deep down had been terrified.

So much so that Casey could hear his anxiousness as if it had not been buried so deep within Rick's state of consciousness.

He'd been terrified of losing him.

So terrified that it made sense as to why he'd been sleepwalking and relieving his own death. The talks of blood and death at the height of the full moon had gotten to him despite his tendency to play it off. He feared what was to come, what the moon would do to them, what the brute would do to them.

Most of all he feared losing Casey in the wake of all the madness.