Chapter 49:Return to the Silence

Lucas stumbled back into the house, the fading sounds of the party barely audible over the thudding in his head. The once lively atmosphere had dimmed to a low murmur, the revelers now few and scattered. He moved through the rooms, searching for some sort of refuge from the turmoil within him.

The house was quieter now, the energy of the party having long since waned. He wandered through the dimly lit hallways, each step echoing in the emptiness. The laughter and music that had once filled the space were now replaced by a heavy silence.

Eventually, Lucas found a door slightly ajar at the end of a hallway. He pushed it open and stepped inside, finding himself in an empty room. The space was sparse, with minimal furnishings and a thick layer of dust covering the surfaces. The room was silent,a stark contrast to the fading noise of the party outside.

The effects of the drugs still clouded his mind and making each step feel heavy and unsteady. The room seemed to spin slightly, and the lingering pain from Kane's assault intensified, mixing with the disorienting haze of the substances coursing through his system.

He inspected the room making sure he was the only one before turning to lock the door behind him.

 With a shaky hand, he turned the lock, the click echoing in the otherwise silent space. The small act of security felt oddly comforting, a barrier between him and the world outside, even though he knew it offered no real protection.

Once the door was secured, Lucas staggered toward the bed in the center of the room. The bed, with its rumpled sheets and unkempt appearance, seemed inviting in its simplicity. He collapsed onto it, the worn mattress sighing beneath his weight.

Whatever drug he figured Ryan had given him made him feel disconnected from his own body. His movements were clumsy as he began to undress, his hands fumbling with the waistband of his pants. With a mixture of frustration and resignation, he pulled off his pants, tossing them aside.

The cool air against his skin was a strange comfort, and he lay back on the bed, his mind still swirling with fragmented thoughts and emotions. The pain from the night's events seemed to ebb creating a distorted sense of reality.

 He had no idea how he ended up here, in this empty, dimly lit space. The distant hum of the dying party filtered through the walls, muffled and distant, but Lucas was too lost in his own world to care.

His thoughts were jumbled, disjointed flashes of the night's events colliding in his mind. The rage in Kane's eyes, the sickening thud of fists meeting flesh, and the lingering sting of betrayal. But all of that was pushed to the background by a more immediate, primal need. His body felt both heavy and feverish, desire pooling in his core.

He leaned back against the headboard of the bed for support, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. The fog in his mind did little to dull the ache between his legs. His cock throbbed painfully in his jeans, straining against the fabric. The pressure was unbearable, an urgent need that demanded release.

With shaky hands, Lucas fumbled with the buttons of his jeans, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated. Each second felt like an eternity as he struggled with the simple task, his fingers trembling and slick with sweat. Finally, he managed to free his aching member from its confines, the cool air against his heated skin sending a shiver down his spine.

His hand wrapped around his shaft, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. He began to stroke himself, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of his own hand moving over his sensitive flesh. The fog in his mind began to lift slightly, the pleasure grounding him in the moment, pulling him back from the edge of despair.

But that wasn't enough. The intensity of his need overwhelmed him, and with a frustrated growl, Lucas kicked off his shoes and peeled his jeans down his legs, discarding them completely. The relief of being fully exposed only heightened his desire, his body now completely at the mercy of his urges.

He spread his legs wide, his hand instinctively finding his cock again, the cool air against his heated skin making him shudder. But even as he stroked himself, his mind craved more. His free hand trailed down, sliding between his thighs, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin before pressing inward.

His breath hitched as the tip of his finger found its way inside, the sensation electrifying. He bit his lip, his movements slow and deliberate, stretching himself while his other hand continued to work over his throbbing cock. The dual sensations sent waves of pleasure crashing through him, each touch a reminder of how desperately he needed this.

Lucas closed his eyes, as he lost himself in the rhythm of his hands. His mind drifted to Dimitri unwillingly. He could see him in his mind's eye, those wide, pleading eyes, that soft, pliant mouth. He imagined Dimitri on his knees before him, his lips parting in anticipation, his gaze fixed upward, seeking Lucas's approval. The image sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through him, the need to dominate, to take, surging to the surface.

In his fantasy, Dimitri's hands were on Lucas's thighs, steadying himself as he leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath ghosting over Lucas's length. Lucas imagined guiding Dimitri, pressing his cock against those inviting lips, the sensation of them parting, taking him in, was almost too vivid to bear.

His breath hitched as the fantasy grew more vivid. He could almost feel the slick heat of Dimitri's mouth around him, the tight suction as he moved deeper, the slight gag as Lucas thrust further. The thought of Dimitri struggling to take him all, his throat constricting around him, drove Lucas wild. He tightened his grip on his cock, his hand moving faster, more desperate, while his finger slid deeper inside himself, searching for that perfect spot that would send him over the edge.

A low moan escaped his lips, the sound raw and needy. He bit down on his lower lip, trying to stifle the sounds of pleasure that threatened to spill out of him. But the harder he tried to hold back, the more intense the sensations became, until he was overwhelmed by the need to let go.

In his mind, Dimitri looked up at him, eyes watering, his expression a mix of submission and helplessness. Lucas imagined gripping the back of his head, forcing him to take more, pushing him to the edge of his limits. The tension in his body built to a breaking point, a white-hot coil of pleasure that wound tighter and tighter with each stroke. His hips bucked involuntarily, his hand working furiously over his shaft as he chased that final, explosive release, while his finger curved just right, pressing into that sweet spot inside him.

And then, with a final, desperate stroke, he came hard. His body convulsed, and a guttural cry tore from his throat as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. His hot seed spilled over his hand, splattering onto the cold, hard floor beneath him. The force of it left him breathless, his body trembling as he rode out the waves of pleasure, his finger still buried inside him, drawing out every last drop of ecstasy.

For a long moment, Lucas just lay there, legs spread, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. The satisfaction that followed was tinged with a hollow emptiness, a fleeting sense of relief that did little to soothe the deeper ache in his soul.

The world around him seemed to blur even more as the exhaustion set in, but there was something else—something raw and vulnerable. Without really thinking, Lucas reached for his phone, his fingers still trembling as he unlocked it and found Dimitri's number.

He hesitated for just a second, then pressed the call button. The phone barely had time to ring before Dimitri picked up, his voice instantly alert.

"Lucas?" Dimitri's voice was soft, tinged with a mixture of concern and something else that Lucas couldn't quite place.

Lucas swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "I need you," he whispered, his voice thick with exhaustion and a deep need for the other ,that he didn't want to accept.

There was a brief pause on the other end, a soft intake of breath, then Dimitri replied, his voice steady, almost soothing. "I'm coming."

Lucas let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, the tension in his body easing just slightly. He closed his eyes, letting the phone drop from his hand as he curled up on the floor, the cold tile against his bare skin a stark contrast to the warmth he felt building in his chest.

For the first time in what felt like hours, he allowed himself to relax, not knowing how Dimitri would find him but that Dimitri was on his way.The emptiness inside him was still there, but it felt less overwhelming now, as if having Dimitri close might be enough to keep the darkness at bay, at least for a little while.

He laid there in the silence, his body spent and his mind drifting, waiting for the sound of Dimitri's footsteps to finally break through the fog.