29 Days of Smut 2016
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A self-imposed challenge of my own creation, running from February 1, 2016 to February 29, 2016. I only plan to start these stories (producing around a thousand words for each), not to finish them within the month.




















Evermore [4/?]
Date: 2016-04-06 10:34 pm (UTC)Avery could feel his own excitement bubbling--this was his chance--and he practically snarled as Ion spoke again. "You're not leaving here without me," he said, eyes flickering between them both.
Rylan hesitated a moment, apparently reluctant to simply tell Ion to go fuck himself like the situation demanded, and Avery frowned at the words that finally made it past her lips.
"He can help, you know," she told him, and there was something detached about the way she spoke. Either she didn't believe it, it she didn't Avery could be convinced--possibly both--and she wasn't far from the truth.
"I will never trust him," Avery snapped at her, hating that there was a part of him that was actually considering it. For once in his life, Ion might actually be an asset; when they tracked down whoever had killed Myles and Susanne, Avery couldn't think if a worse punishment than giving that man, woman, or beast over to Ion.
But Avery wanted to kill this one himself.
"You trusted me enough to help me before," Ion reminded him, that same grin on his face that had haunted Avery's nightmares for so many years.
"I wasn't helping you," Avery all but spat at the man. "I was helping Rylan."
"You both were," Rylan urged, and from her time, she seemed to earnestly want them to get along. It was an absurd thought, but perhaps he'd brought it on himself; coming here, after all, had been mad. "And now you need help. So we will both help you, okay? Please, Avery."
Ion laughed, a dark, rumbling sound that never bode well for anyone. "Let me make the choice simple. Rylan and I are leaving here, Avery; going back into the world now that our main reason to stay here is gone--and now that you've given us a very good reason to go. So, you can either leave without us and hope you find whoever you're looking for before we do, or you can come with us while we hunt down whoever murdered your friends, and we'll let you have your revenge before they die. Hell, you might even earn yourself a say in what we do after we're done taking down your enemies for you, and I know you'd prefer that to having to chase us down.
"So," Ion finished, grinning that wolflike grin, "what will it be? Together, or alone?"
Avery felt himself floundering, startled and perhaps a bit overwhelmed by what was bring offered to him. He turned to Rylan, helpless and hesitant, and the cautious hope in her eyes felt like a weight in his heart.
"Fine," he said, his voice reluctance turned to sound. "Help me, if that's what you want. But if either of you tries to hurt me--anyone--or I find anything that suggests you were behind this, I swear I'll kill you both."
Avery meant the threat, but as Ion gave him a skeptical look (and Rylan seemed wholly unaffected), even he feared that it might be empty after all. He didn't know of he could bring himself to kill Rylan, and he doubted he'd stand a chance against them both.
Going up against even one of them could a death sentence, and that was assuming they actually wanted him dead. Even that wasn't something he could take for granted, not after what Ion had done to Rylan herself.
"Alright, A," Rylan said softly. "I'm ready to go if you are." She glanced at Ion. "Are you?"
Ion nodded, the excitement obvious now on his face, and Avery had the terrible suspicion that this entire trip was the worst mistake he'd ever made. "Let's go."
"Come on," Rylan said, those too-warm, too-friendly eyes turning to Avery again, and he stiffened as she reached toward him, her arm encircling his. "I've had more than enough if this place."
Ion scoffed as he fell into step behind them, and Avery let Rylan lead him back along the untraceable path Ion had taken him down before. People--demons--were still watching them with cold, impassive eyes as they walked, and Avery couldn't have been out of there soon enough.
And he hoped more than anything that he hasn't just made everything worse.