Chapter 70: The Face Of The Murderer

The Kitchen, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

The moment they arrived at the house, Casey and Rick headed straight for the kitchen in search of leftovers. They both tossed their respective backpacks onto the floor and cast off new unwanted clothes before they ended up half naked in the kitchen pawing through containers of food and downing the juice and water bottles. Rick had not even known what he was eating until Casey took note of it being cold lasagna, he hadn't even cared as he began attempting to devour it right out of the container. He smelled of tomato sauce and cheese as he sought only to fill his rumbling stomach and had gotten a bit of the sauce all over his mouth giving him the appearance of someone that ate blood as he continued to finish off the remainder of the leftover dish.

Casey shook his head still reeling from the rollercoaster of emotions that filled him after having been inside his first girl and from Rick's intense jealous pounding of his hidden sex. He, himself had made a sandwich from the slices of meat and cheese not mauled by Rick in his haste to stuff his face before he'd managed to sniff out the leftover lasagna.

He was every bit as starving as Rick had been as they ate in relative peace combing through the many containers of leftovers in a bid to put an end to their collective growling stomachs. Casey had noticed that his taste buds had been quite different as of late, he'd been fond of eating things that had a heightened aspect of taste, and the scent of it nearly drove him crazy with need. He wondered if that was why Rick was so fond of food in general and why dogs had gone nuts when being fed table scraps.

Before they knew it half an hour passed and they were both stuffed and bordering on food comas when Casey realized what a mess they had made of the kitchen and living room as the television played in the background and Rick had been near on snoring as he laid on his back on the floor by the coffee table. Casey had taken the sofa sprawling out for a moment as he lazily flipped through channels on the t.v. looking for nothing in particular.

He looked at the clock and the mess and sighed as he sat up on the sofa.

"Rick," he said yawning. "Rick come on we gotta get this place cleaned up before Mom comes home."

Annoyed himself, the brooding older boy Rick groaned in his slumber and batted at Casey who shook him while he stood over him.

"Rick," said Casey annoyed as Rick grunted and his eyes popped open.

"What?" he growled not in the mood to be disturbed when he'd been so comfortable.

Casey nearly laughed trying his hardest not to envision how Rick reminded him of a startled dog due to his reaction to being shaken.

"We gotta get the place cleaned before Mom comes back," said Casey once more.

"Fuck off," grumbled Rick showing his own annoyance.

Casey noted the older boy's prominent erection and smirked as he reached down and began stroking him. Rick grunted and thrust his well-toned hips forward into Casey's hand.

"The sooner you get up to clean the sooner we can..." he began only for Rick to immediately scramble to his feet.

"Let's get this over with so I can pound your tight pussy before your Mom gets home," he said with a heated flicker behind his eyes.

Casey shook his head. Rick was becoming somewhat predictable as of late given he'd only been prone to wanting three things, to play basketball, to eat whatever he could get his hands on that usually had been Helen Peterson's cooking, and his favorite pastime was to screw Casey's brains out any chance he got.

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Later....

Once the house had been cleaned, Rick and Casey saw their way to heading upstairs to Casey's bedroom. It was quite some time before Helen would be home and Rick wasn't in the least interested in heading back to his Aunt's place with her husband hovering around again. He elected to go back close to curfew or stay at The Petersons' place whenever Dee's husband had been home. He never saw what she saw in the man, he'd been a spineless know-it-all to Rick and always had something negative to say about him.

Casey sighed as he crash-landed in his bed back first after getting undressed down to his favorite basketball shorts. Rick had dressed down to his pair of white boxer briefs and strutted about the room as if he owned the place.

The cool breeze that came in through the window had been welcome as Casey's pale chest rose and fell in the wake of his exasperated breaths after their collective cleaning escapade. His hands were still slick from his round of washing dishes and Rick had graciously taken out all the trash and set the cans on the curb to be collected in the future. They collected their scattered attire and transported them to the bedroom along with their backpacks and respective shoes.

"How am I not supposed to realize how hot you look?" asked Casey with a smirk as he eyed his naked lover despite his exhaustion.

Rick smirked as he turned his attention to Casey's desk and his video collection of sorts.

"What a naughty little slut watching dirty movies when Mommy isn't looking," he said before making his way over to the desk and turning on the computer.

Casey sighed knowing all too well that he had left one of his "blue movies" on the computer.

Rick hadn't bothered to play it, at least not at that moment as he found his way to reading Casey's browser history.

The younger lad smirked and rested his head amid the pillows that lined the bed.

Rick took a look at the picture of Casey's Dad that the boy had on file and looked back n forth between them.

"You know you look a bit like him," he said getting Casey's attention.

"So I've noticed," replied Casey with a sigh. "Doesn't do much good for the memories though, he died before I was even born."

"At least you know what he looked like, some people don't even have that," replied Rick as he turned his attention to the computer again.

He took notice of Casey's internet and clicked it before typing his last name in the search engine along with the words "murdered family."

Casey briefly closed his eyes for a moment before noticing that Rick had gone absolutely quiet. Finding it unnerving and believing him to be watching one of his "blue movies" Casey climbed off the bed and approached Rick who appeared to have been engrossed in his search on the computer.

"Rick?" asked Casey realizing the sudden shift in the atmosphere as far as Rick's emotions had been concerned.

He felt rage, sorrow, and anguish, unlike anything he'd ever felt before as he approached Rick and the computer.

"Rick, are you alright?" he asked before his blue eyes met the screen.

An image of notorious crime kingpin Alfredo Deamotti had been on the screen, he was wearing a black suit with a fat end of a cigar stuffed into his mouth as he puffed smoke into the air for the photo op. He had vile dark eyes and a seedy expression filed across his aged smooth-shaven face.

Casey's eyes went back to the apparent headline that Rick had found.

{"CRIME KING PIN DON ALFREDO DEAMOTTI POSSIBLY LIKED TO HIS ARRESTING OFFICER DET. VINCENT "VINCE" CHANNON AND HIS WIFE, TWO SONS, AND ONLY DAUGHTER BEING SHOT TO DEATH WHILE ON FAMILY VACATION BY TWO NOW-DECEASED HITMEN."}

There were pictures of the incident a cabin covered in blood and bodies where the family aside from Rick himself had been found.

"Rick?" said Casey unsure of what to do.

The brooding older teen got up from the computer clicking it into standby mood as he suddenly pulled Casey toward him and walked him back to his bed. Casey had not put up much fuss as Rick laid him down and climbed onto the bed with him treating him to a series of wet kisses as what seemed to have been tears cascaded down his pale cheeks. Casey closed his eyes feeling every ounce of agony that had been in Rick at that moment as he did his best to distract himself from the images of his dead family and the man believed to have been responsible for putting the hit out on them.

Casey didn't object when Rick's hand snaked into his basketball shorts and took hold of his cock as it began to swell due to the initiation of intimate touch. He bit his bottom lip and Rick managed to work him out of his shorts while taking off his own still kissing the younger lad winded as he maneuvered them into bed.

There were no words, as Casey had figured that Rick had no use for them as he kissed his neck and fitted himself between the younger lad's thighs. Casey didn't object when he felt the sudden intrusion splitting him in two and Rick's contented groan once he'd been deeply lodged inside him.

The images came back in waves flooding the older teen's mind as he recalled the pain and suffering he endured from that night. The burning of the bullets as they sunk into his flesh amid the dark and looming forest. His heart beat wildly as he recalled the onset of his death and the growl of the beast that towered above him sniffing him with a cold wet nose as blood oozed from his wounds and dripped into those left behind on Rick from his would-be assassins.

The so-called crime kingpin Alfredo Deamotti had been the reason for Rick's suffering and the werewolf had vowed in silence as he thrust into his moaning lover to extend the greasy bastard the same courtesy the moment he got the chance.