Fifty-Four…

Fifty-Four: The Good Son

This chapter is naughty (mainly the dialogue more than anything else). Also contains partial nudity, including a ‘questionable’ poster in Rez’s bedroom.

Rez is 17, btw. NOT that it makes his behavior okay, I’m just sayin’. XD

First scene will be told from Rez’s POV.

Tia left once Reznik finished with his magic lessons. Next up was homeschooling, something he dreaded even more than learning how to properly use his magic.

Ashton struggled to explain the concept of Pythagorean equations to Reznik.

Reznik despised Geometry. Regular Math wasn’t so bad. He excelled in it. But English was another subject he sucked at.

He quickly erased an equation and blew the resultant dust off his notebook.

“C is the length of the hypotenuse, while a and b—”

Muffled cries came from deep within the basement, interrupting Ashton.

“What was that?”

“That? Oh, that’s nothing. Just my mom and dad fucking their brains out.”

“Oh. Wow.”

“Vaclav! Yes, yes, yes!” Aubrey yelled.

“Do you ever do that?” Reznik asked, blowing on remnants of eraser dust.

“Do what?”

“Scream during sex?”

Ashton stroked her chin. “To be honest, it’s been so long that I don’t remember.”

“That’s easy enough to fix, isn’t it?”

Her eyes shifted from his. “What are you trying to say?”

“I think you know.” He smiled.

Feeling very bold, he placed his notebook and pencil on the floor. Then he wrapped one arm around Ashton. She didn’t pull away.

Desire flashed in her eyes as she returned his affection, moving her fingers to his neck.

They leaned inward. Closer, closer…

Feeling better but growing bored from spending so much time in her room, Kat ventured into the next corridor.

The door to Dr. Hunter Logan’s office was ajar.

Curiosity could’ve killed the Kat. But once she saw Hunter, she thought she’d died and gone to heaven.

For some reason, he stood in there taking off his clothes. She had a nice, unobscured view of his ass.

And oh, what a nice ass it was.

She snickered but tried to keep quiet.

She could not tear her eyes away from his body. He reminded her of a model from a men’s fashion magazine… without the clothes.

Even more strange was the syringe he held. What did it contain?

He removed the needle cap.

He reached back and injected his hip with the substance.

A moment later he took out the needle.

A giggle escaped.

She scurried off to her room before he could see her.

Then she laid down and pretended to be miserable again.

Hunter entered a few minutes afterward.

Startled, Kat sat up. Her mind exploded with horrible thoughts: did he see me? Does he know I was looking?

Then her heart pulsated, as she suddenly felt lost in his crimson eyes.

Thump thump thump went her heart.

Oh, yeah, she thought. He’s beyond gorgeous.

Thump thump thump.

She looked away, not wanting to give away her feelings.

Thump thump thump… skip… thump.

“I’m going to do a quick examination of your stomach,” he said washing his hands. “See if your pain is any better.”

“Dr. Logan, what is a French kiss?”

He washed his hands more vigorously, seeming to take a lot longer than the last time he washed them.

“Why are you asking me this?” he asked.

“Because Mom said you were a great kisser, but you were the best at French kisses.”

“You need to lay down so I can examine you.”

I will, after you tell me what a French kiss is.”

He chuckled and said, “it’s when you kiss… and err—touch tongues… now lay down so I can get this over with and you can get some sleep.”

He pressed the area all around her stomach, laughing and shaking his head.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“Nothing.” He resumed the examination.

“Does this hurt?” he asked, kneading another part of her abdomen.

“No.”

“Good.”

“So what is a French kiss like?” she prodded.

“Kat, I already told you. I’m not going to talk about this any more.”

He seemed to be getting angry, or embarrassed, or both.

He pushed on a spot near her liver. “Does this hurt?”

“No.”

“You’re doing much better. Glad to know the injections are starting to work.”

He started for the door. “Good night, Kat.”

“Wait.”

“What is it now?”

“Will you show me what it’s like? To French kiss someone?”

“I am absolutely, unequivocally NOT going to show you what a French kiss is. So drop it.”

He headed for the door but then paused. He threw a look back at her.

“This was a very inappropriate conversation,” he began.

“But maybe you could ask me again when you’re a little older.”

He left.

“Omigosh!”

She thought she might pass out from sheer excitement. Her heart raced as if propelled by a turbo engine.

Meanwhile at the Haas manor, Ashton lingered in the piano room nursing a goblet of blood.

Vaclav emerged. He looked annoyed.

“We drink our blood in the dining room, not the piano room.”

She looked at him; but then rose the glass to her lips.

“So why don’t you kill me, like you did all the other Shadows?”

She sipped the blood, enjoying her moment of playing with him. And then a random, fleeting thought occurred to her: how good he must be in bed, as evidenced earlier by Aubrey’s cries… but he’s still creepy.

Vaclav rolled his eyes.

He turned and left the room without further word.

After he was gone, Ash fought off waves of nausea.

Reznik played an arcade game in his basement bedroom.

His frustration mounting, he pounded the buttons and jerked the sticks to and fro.

Whimsical beeping noises flowed from the machine.

“Come on,” he complained.

Once he died, he kicked the machine and left a small dent.

He started to play another game.

Gradually, he began to realize the true source of his frustration.

Ashton.

That kiss they shared earlier, those alluring red lips on his, and something attached to his body pointing north. He couldn’t do anything with that attachment earlier, but now that it was getting late…

He left the arcade on.

“Ash,” he whispered tapping on the door. “Ash!”

Hurry up! I’m going crazy here!

The door creaked open and revealed the object of his wildest fantasy.

His jaw dropped.

She moved to allow him in, and then…

“Oh, yeah. You look so damn good,” he groaned, his eyes taking in every firm inch of her body.

“You too.”

His hands slid up and down her waistline.

Their lips joined, tongues followed.

“Mmmm,” he moaned.

Ash laid back onto the bed, gazing at him with those scarlet eyes, tempting him… seducing him.

She raised her arm, motioned for him to get on top.

He’d soon be on her… like a dog who knows it’s his last night to procreate before getting his balls clipped.

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Don’t blame Reznik too much, blame his teacher. XD

Thanks to cmomoney for the amazing Pose Player. Also thanks to those who’ve made the custom poses. Sorry but I can’t remember where those romantic poses came from (the poses I used for Ash and Rez).

Thanks for reading. ^.^