Chapter 93: Mommy's Boy

The Master Bedroom, The Bortnik Farm, Unknown City, Unknown State...

Alexei Bortnik found himself unable to achieve adequate rest as his lover tossed and turned in bed beside him. The early morning hours had been covered via darkness, but he could make out the all too familiar non-epileptic seizure that overtook the older man in the wake of his mind bombarding him with vile memories that made his body grow tense as he fell further and further into it. Moving quickly, Lex attempted to keep him from swallowing his tongue and held him close as the tremors continued. He wondered if the seizures had something to do with his killing of Evan Miller in a fit of rage as if he'd been paid back for the brutal murder. Lonnie continued to convulse in his arms as he held him trying his hardest to will him back to being his normal self as he remained fearful of the re-emergence of the good Dr. Hadrian Rawsone in his place.

Lonnie's body continued to convulse as his mind took him further and further from the Bortnik farmhouse and all the way across space and time to the place he'd only ever seen in his dreams when not attempting to venture down the vast halls of memory lane. Lex held him still wiping his sweat-slick body with a wet towel as he spoke softly to him unaware that Lonnie had been enveloped in complete darkness and unable to be reached even by him in the place he'd found himself trapped due to the urgent need for recollection.

The voice that called to Lonnie in the dark place had not belonged to Lex who had been desperate to reach him. The voice had been all too familiar, and maternal as it had belonged to his dearly departed mother who had found her way into the stream of consciousness that lead him all the way back through time and to the home they once shared in his youth. He could see her like so many times before, draped in her hot pink bathrobe, naked before his young eyes as her breasts sagged and her slender thighs burst from the silken fabric before him. He reached out for her in this dark place as his young cock swelled at the sight of her the wicked twinkle behind her blue eyes never fading as he watched her move about as if nothing had ever happened and they'd simply been going on about their daily routine as always...

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The Rawsone Residence, Frémont, Oregon....

The cool of the metal being pressed between two fingertips was something that always delighted the enraged dark-eyed lad as he stood in the center of his mother's kitchen examining the collection of knives his mother had gotten from a new collection. He was a big fan of the precision and stainless steel that came with such an expensive set. This knife he held had been dripping via slick crimson as a wicked smirk filed across his young face and his dark eyes blazed with absolute hatred. The kind of hatred that was almost palpable via a single glance and cut through tension like the knife clasped firmly within the balled fist of his hand while he towered over the body of a disfigured man who had been of no relation to him.

The bloodied bastard was a gentleman caller, who had come to have his way with the woman across the kitchen huddled against the counters with her hot pink robe open and her naked body and sagging breast revealed before the eyes of the young lad wielding the knife. Her right eye was blackened and her jaw bruised from the repeated force of a drunken man's fists hitting her as her nose bled and tricked down her puffed cheek and mouth.

The lad could hear the raining blows from his own bedroom as the rage filled him and compelled him to step in as he had time and time again to save the woman he loved who had given birth to him from the monsters who thought it wise to unleash their fury upon her. The bastard had left them without protection from monsters like the prick whose body littered the kitchen floor as blood pooled around him, the lad wasn't going to allow them to have their way, not with her.

She had stayed.

She had loved him.

She was defenseless against these brutes as she had been against The Bastard.

Without a thought to himself or the consequences, the lad grabbed the knife and plunged it into the larger brute of a man over and over again one for each hit he delivered to the terrified woman's face before he eventually dropped to the ground his blood spilling like a violent river through several gashes as the knife-wielding enraged lad towered above him.

She had come to him, trembling and grateful as she approached dropping to her knees before him, her breast swinging as they sagged toward her knees and belly. He dropped the knife as she embraced him clinging to him as her lovely face contorted in a state of shock and relief. She moved faster than her weary mind could comprehend and before either of them knew it, her lips had crushed against his own in a sweeping motion as heat filled them both when he returned her passion as his rapidly swelling erection began to take over his rage.

He swiftly scooped her into his surprisingly strong waiting arms feeling her aged body pressed against his own larger form had been something otherworldly as he gripped her, his bloodied hands roaming about her hips and waist as he pulled her closer feeling her sagging breasts press firmly against his t-shirt clad chest. The moment she realized what had taken place she pulled away from him slapping his face as hard as she could in a moment of desperation as she stepped away from him her eyes radiating something akin to fear and outrage following what had just occurred.

The rage returned with a side of humiliation before he stormed out of the living room and out into the open night air. The stinging sensation on the side of his cheek as his look of admiration and love turned to lust and hatred the moment she rejected him. His heart beat wildly within the confines of his chest as his fury intensified. She didn't see him grab a secondary knife from the kitchen as her eyes fell back onto the body he'd left behind as more blood pooled on the hardwood floor.

Once more the cool sensation of stainless steel metal moved about his already bloody fingertips. The rage continued to build beneath the cool night sky as flashes of her slapping him and the stinging of his face as a result only intensified it.

Sooner or later, The Bitch would pay for his humiliation and the measure of abuse.

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The Master Bedroom, The Bortnik Farm, Unknown City, Unknown State...

A gasp of breath saw to Lonnie opening his eyes to take in the surrounding darkness of the bedroom he'd been in, Long removed from the cool night his rage had taken over as he found himself once more cradled in a rather upset Alexei Bortnik's arms. He felt the wetness of the blond lad's tears as he held him close and the sound of his heartbeat was soothing in nature as he took in what had possibly occurred. It annoyed him to no end to feel the warm wetness surrounding his cock that had been the result of him urinating in the wake of the episode and made it a point to shower once his head ceased its unbearable pounding.

"Lonnie?" said Lex unsure of whom had returned and dreading that it had been Hadrian.

"Fuck you call me?" asked the annoyed older man as he moved to sit up in bed.

Lex sighed in relief as he threw his arms around his lover grateful that he'd been back to his old self in the wake of the terrible event.

"You had one of your episodes again and this time it was like you couldn't hear me calling for you," explained Lex resting his head against Lonnie's back.

Although confused and disoriented, Lonnie could tell that whatever happened actually scared Lex to the point of him fearing he wouldn't return or worse that Rawsone would. The older man sighed and did his best to compose himself in the wake of the odd episode.

"I need a shower," he said breaking the silence that came upon them. "Can't control my dick even in my dreams it seems."

Lex continued to rest his weary head against Lonnie's shoulder before letting him get out of bed and helping him make it to the bathroom.

The blond lad didn't understand what was happening to the man he loved, but he knew better than to show such fear to Lonnie. The older man briefly reflected on the memory that had emerged from the sea of confusing thoughts that often accompanied him. He gathered that he had protected his mother from a potentially fatal threat and that it changed something in him from that moment on. He recalled the feel of the knife against his fingertips and the slick crimson that oozed from the blade. That night seemed to have awakened something in him like it had when he beat the intruder Evan Miller to death for daring to come between him and Lex. It was abundantly clear that there was something dark inside of Lonnie Collins, darker than anyone could ever have imagined.