TTRIA 62

At those words, Cecil grabbed his hand. And he carefully buried his trembling cheek into the palm. The silent sobbing was transmitted directly to the skin. Jeff easily understood its meaning.

“Yes.”

Jeff, who had murmured serenely, lowered his head and closed his eyes.

I guess we might have to stay locked up like this forever.

It was the moment he broke down, just as Wayne had wished.

The workshop was as quiet as ever. Wayne slowly closed the door and fastened the latch. The outside air that had been seeping through the crack in the door was blocked, and the space became his alone. When he turned the small switch on the wall, the ventilation fan hidden in the corner began to operate with a low noise. The air slowly moved, and the lingering scent that remained in the workshop was cleared away. Wayne took a deep breath as if to confirm the sensation, then slowly exhaled.

He looked around, inspecting the workshop. All the tools were in their proper places, and the workbench was smooth without a speck of dust. Wayne, after wiping the workbench with his fingertips, nodded his head in satisfaction.

He went straight to the sink. He picked up an unscented soap and meticulously rubbed his hands. The motion of cleaning even under his fingernails while humming a tune was slow yet thorough. After completely drying his hands, he approached the workbench again. He dropped a few drops of alcohol with a dropper to sterilize the tools and the surface of the workbench, and tidied up by wiping away the remainder with a clean cloth.

After finishing all preparations, Wayne sat down in a chair and took out the fragrance bottles one by one. Just as he was arranging the testing strips and contemplating the order of the blend, knock, knock— a concise knocking sound broke the silence of the workshop. Wayne’s movements stopped. After not moving an inch for a moment, he slowly rose from his seat.

When he unfastened the latch of the workshop and opened the door, a servant with a stiff face was standing outside. The servant, having confirmed the master of the house with a cool expression, hastily bowed his head.

“I believe I told you not to disturb me while I am working.”

“I apologize, Master. Mr. Hugo kept insisting….”

“…Hugo.”

Wayne, who rolled the name in a toneless voice, stared at the servant.

“Where is he?”

“He is in the drawing room.”

“Follow me.”

Wayne began to walk. Upon entering the drawing room in the basement, the sight of Hugo crawling on the floor and throwing things came into view. Hugo, who spotted Wayne, twisted his expression and shouted.

“Wayne, Wayne! Give me that guy’s body!”

His voice was terribly cracked. Every time he struggled, the miscellaneous items scattered on the floor were also scattered about.

“That guy?”

“Jeff, I’m talking about Jeff. I found him! So give him to me!”

Wayne sighed as if tired and sat down on the sofa. Hugo, who crawled over to him, grabbed the hem of Wayne’s trousers, his eyes gleaming.

“If you give me his body, I’ll bring you even more wonderful ones!”

Hugo’s tone was desperate, but Wayne’s face did not flinch. Hugo continued speaking, raising his voice again.

“Not just people, I can even find insects that have a better scent than that Cecil guy! So please…!”

“You think you can find them if you change bodies?”

Wayne spat out indifferently. Hugo’s eyes shone as he nodded his head.

“Yes! Jeff has an excellent sense of smell. So if you give me his body, I’ll somehow….”

“Haa.”

Wayne let out a deep sigh and frowned. His gaze slowly moved down from Hugo’s face to the hand gripping his trouser leg. The voice that followed was cold and dry.

“You became a cripple, and now all you’ve gained is stubbornness.”

As soon as those words fell.

Bang—!

A gunshot rang out. The pistol handed to him by the servant spewed fire from Wayne’s fingertips. An insect wriggled and popped out of Hugo’s blown-out head. Wayne, who was staring at it blankly, trapped the insect in a glass bottle he had prepared in advance. The insect moved desperately to escape, but he calmly closed the lid and sealed it completely.

“You’ve been used for a long time, so this is about right.”

Wayne brought his eye close to the glass bottle and whispered to the insect.

“You’ve been through a lot.”

But that voice did not contain any sympathy. There was only a faint sneer in it.

“What shall we do with the body?”

The servant asked cautiously from behind.

“Take care of it yourself.”

Thump. Wayne, who tossed the bottle to the servant, shook off his blood-stained hands. The smell of blood stung his nose, and his enthusiasm for his work vanished. Tsk, clicking his tongue, he stretched out on the sofa and asked the servant.

“Jeff Lowell?”

The servant, his gaze lowered, answered.

“His aggressiveness has been greatly reduced. However….”

“However?”

“He has started to self-harm.”

At those words, Wayne burst out into a hollow laugh.

“Self-harm? That guy? Isn’t he putting on a show?”

“We stopped him from trying to slit his throat by breaking the bowl from his meal, but after that, he started hitting his head against the wall….”

“What a personality.”

Wayne, who smirked, his eyes shining.

“I must go see him.”

He slowly got up and headed to the place where Jeff was confined. Jeff, with a broken forehead, had been administered a sleeping pill and had his eyes closed peacefully. Looking at the state of the wound, it was not a simple deception. He had definitely acted with the intention of harming himself.

Since being trapped in the basement, Jeff Lowell had constantly tried to escape. He began to attack the guards, and even when his hands and feet were shackled, he tried to twist his flesh to get free. The only one who could calm such a Jeff was Cecil. As long as he was facing Cecil, he barely managed to calm his excitement and tried to maintain his reason.

But the story changed when the drugs were injected. Jeff completely lost his reason and clung to Cecil. Cecil felt despair in having a relationship with him, but he was also excited. It was not simply due to the reaction of the drugs; complex emotions were exciting him. Whenever that happened, the scent that Cecil emitted was similar to the one caused by ‘pain’, but it was different. It was mixed with a deeper, sweeter, yet bitter smell. It was a scent that Cecil had never produced before.

Wayne found their appearance interesting. Jeff Lowell, who had despised his body changing due to the stimulants, gradually succumbed to physical pleasure. Even when the amount of the drug was reduced, his reaction did not change; rather, he drew Cecil in as if craving him. After sharing a relationship in which he had lost his reason, he would try to escape as if denying his own appearance. At such times, even Cecil could not stop him.

“I wonder if he’s choosing death if he can’t escape.”

Wayne muttered, looking down at Jeff. It would be easier if he just gave up. His struggling, destroying his own body, was strange to the point of being bizarre. Still, as long as he was breathing well, that was all that mattered. If the self-harm became too severe, he could just administer more drugs to make him lose consciousness.

“Cecil?”

Wayne asked, lightly getting up.

“He has taken a sleeping pill.”

“Why?”

The servant, who hesitated for a moment, said cautiously.

“…Perhaps because he heard the sound of him self-harming by hitting his head, he seemed very agitated.”

“Did he cry?”

“Yes, he did.”

Wayne opened his mouth nonchalantly.

“You’ve collected all the tears, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then that’s fine. Don’t miss a single thing that Cecil sheds and collect it. And when that one wakes up, send Cecil in. You have to give them time to love.”

Wayne, who smirked, hummed a tune. Then he leisurely left the room.

After that, Jeff Lowell’s self-harm was repeated. However, as he was repeatedly stopped by the servants, he gradually began to lose all will. His sharp gaze became dull, he refused to eat, and he spent his time buried in darkness.

It was the same even when Cecil was in front of him. He would sometimes look at him with an unreadable gaze, but he would soon close his eyes again as if he had lost interest. The mansion’s doctor diagnosed him as having fallen into a state of deep depression and lethargy.

That was an annoying matter for Wayne. The fact that he had lost his will and become obedient was good, but the sight of him losing his strength and breaking down like a dying person was not welcome. The biggest problem was that Jeff’s downfall was also affecting Cecil.

Cecil, too, was gradually losing his light. He became unstable, wasting away with worry. His movements became sluggish, and his voice sank miserably. The amount of time he spent looking blankly into the air with his head bowed increased.

Looking down at Cecil, who was shedding endless tears like that, Wayne spoke in an affectionate voice.

“What should I do for you, Cecil.”

Cecil did not give any answer. Only thick tears flowed down his cheeks.

“Tell me, I’ll listen.”

Only then did Cecil’s blue eyes, which had lost their light, turn to Wayne. Wayne, who held his gaze, repeated the same words one more time.

“I’ll do whatever you want.”

“…Whatever I want?”

“Yes. Whatever you want.”

As long as it was not a demand like letting Jeff Lowell go, or letting them leave together. He was prepared to grant him anything. Without any intention of giving him what he wanted most, Wayne smiled softly and caressed Cecil’s cheek. Cecil, who was staring up at him blankly, opened his mouth.

“…Let me stay by Jeff’s side.”

Wayne’s fingertips hesitated.

“He’s not in his right mind right now. He might try to hurt you.”

“I don’t care.”

A desperate answer followed.

“I want to be by his side. Let me stay by his side….”

Cecil pleaded earnestly. After contemplating for a moment, Wayne did as Cecil wished. He personally led him to the room where Jeff was confined.

Jeff was lying on the bed. He was so still it was hard to tell if he was even breathing. A pale face that seemed to have been consumed by darkness, sunken eye sockets, and parched lips. He looked as if all his vitality had been sucked out of him.

Cecil approached, one step at a time, cautiously. He stopped his feet beside the bed and looked at the sleeping Jeff. After standing still like that for a long while, he carefully reached out his hand. However, his fingertips could not easily reach and hovered in the air. His hesitant fingers trembled pitifully. But eventually, they landed very lightly on his forehead.

Cecil slowly stroked Jeff’s hair. Cautiously and tenderly. With his fingertips, he quietly traced along his cheek. It passed over his sharp jawline, brushed against his parched lips, and moved down as if following his drooping fingertips before stopping. Soon, he intertwined his fingers and applied a faint bit of pressure.

“…Jeff.”

The name that he could not swallow quietly flowed out. Jeff showed no reaction, but Cecil seemed relieved just by being by his side.

From that day on, Wayne watched them from beyond the window of the observation room.

At first, Jeff had almost no reaction. The time he spent asleep was much longer than the time he was awake. But Cecil constantly spoke to the sleeping him. What was no different from a meaningless monologue began to bring about a change as time passed. Jeff began to open his eyes noticeably more often than before. There was still no big reaction, but it was clear that he was at least listening to what Cecil was saying.

“…Isn’t it suffocating?”

Cecil, who was fiddling with his much thinner hand, muttered.

“I’m frustrated. Because you’re too quiet.”

Looking at the unresponsive Jeff, Cecil briefly dropped his gaze. Wayne could see that he was harboring a foolish expectation.

“So… can’t you say something, anything?”

Cecil, who let a tear drop, said in a choked voice. At that moment, Wayne sensed a small change. Jeff’s fingertips had trembled slightly. Cecil, who noticed it, drew in a breath. His blue eyes, which had widened for a moment, trembled faintly.

“…Jeff?”

A hazy amber gaze was directed at him. With just that, Cecil could feel hope. Cecil spoke even more ceaselessly. Then, very occasionally, really very occasionally. He would see Jeff’s lips faintly curve upwards.

Wayne was quite satisfied with this series of events. Jeff Lowell, who no longer thought of escaping or self-harming, simply conforming to the given situation. Cecil, who was gradually becoming accustomed to it. If they fully accepted their current state, Wayne would be able to attempt many more things through them.

That hope was proven on the stage on the new full moon day. Jeff Lowell did not refuse to go on stage. There was no sign of him trying to run away. He simply closed his eyes obediently, exploring the naked flesh and feeling the pleasure given to him.

The hand gesture of grasping and shaking his erect penis solely for pleasure. The semen that smeared from the penis entering and exiting the hole foamed up and flowed down the cool, pale skin. Cecil, who had only known how to hold his partner’s waist, pressed his entire body against Jeff. He desperately hugged Jeff’s back and waist like a person on the verge of falling.

“Jeff….”

Cecil called his name in a low voice. It was a whispering, tearful voice. Jeff did not answer. The only thing that flowed out from between his parted lips was a rough moan.

“We are now….”

He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in Jeff’s shoulder. Tears that burst out endlessly flowed down his sweat-drenched neck. Cecil, who raised his head again, whispered to Jeff.

“Making love, right?”

But what came back instead of an answer was a vacant gaze.

“…It’s okay, you don’t have to answer.”

“…….”

“I know everything.”

Cecil, who lifted the corners of his mouth, embraced Jeff and moved his hips. Wayne watched, not missing a single one of their subtle movements. The wrinkles of the narrow hole reddened by friction and the thickness of the tightly filled penis. The movement of it plunging inside, the sinews that rose on their forearms as they embraced each other, and the muscles of their flexibly moving backs, even the shape of their whispering mouths.

Cecil’s movements gradually quickened. In time with him, Jeff’s hand, which was holding his own penis, also moved mechanically. They came at the same time. Nevertheless, they did not stop. They entrusted their bodies to the heightened sexual excitement, maintained their erections, and continued to couple.

Wayne, who had been smiling faintly, slowly erased his expression. His blue eyes, fixed as if glued, took in their act, even forgetting to blink. His hand, at some point, had opened the front of his trousers. Soon, he grabbed the limply hanging piece of flesh and stroked it. Following the speed of Cecil’s penis moving, his hand moved quickly. The piece of flesh did not harden. Nevertheless, Wayne panted, following the movement of the penis he saw before him.

Soon after, Cecil came. At the same moment, Wayne also reached his climax. Drip, drip. He felt the mucus pouring over his fingers and smiled in satisfaction.

“…Perfect.”

A perfect body. Perfect intercourse. And a perfect scent!

Wayne closed his eyes, steeped in ecstasy. The thickly spreading scent broke down his mind. He wanted to collect their secretions right away and create a new fragrance. At the same time, a desire to capture the scene of their intercourse in his eyes boiled over. It was an intense possessiveness he had never felt before.

‘I want to be the only one to see. Only me….’

Had he ever wished for the full moon stage to end so quickly? Wayne endured the time anxiously, waiting only for the final moment. And when everything was finally over, he placed his hand on their exhausted bodies. He felt a tremor running through his entire body as he collected the scent with his trembling fingertips.

Wayne, steeped in ecstasy, headed straight for his workshop. The remnants of the scent left in his mind urged him on. That he had to create the fragrance right away. Just as he was absorbed in his work as if possessed by something.

Knock, knock, knock—

A rough and rude knocking sound interrupted Wayne’s movements. Stop. He stopped moving as if the strings of a puppet had been cut and glared at the door with a cold face. Glance. After checking his tools, he picked up a small knife. He could not forgive the being that had broken the flow of his work.

“Master!”

When he opened the door, a servant with an urgent expression shouted breathlessly.

“Jeff Lowell has attempted suicide.”

Before he finished his words, Cecil’s wailing scream echoed from the end of the hallway like an echo.

Wayne, his expression hardened, took the doctor with him and hurried to the room. He had been quiet for a while, so why would he suddenly attempt suicide? After enjoying the stage perfectly, suddenly a suicide attempt? Wayne, who was chewing his lip in anxiety, walked quickly. Soon, he opened the door from which Cecil’s sobs were leaking. The scene that came into view was much more miserable than expected.

Jeff, collapsed limply on the floor, and Cecil, desperately hugging him. Cecil’s face, trembling all over and unable to control himself, was wet with tears. His sobs filled the room and did not cease. It was despair and desperation itself.

“…….”

While the doctor was checking Jeff’s wrist, Wayne stared at them blankly. The room was filled with a deep and intense scent. Wayne flared his nostrils and inhaled the fragrance. The corners of his mouth slowly went up. This scent was not simply derived from pain or sadness. A deep desire and attachment that had bloomed in the midst of despair were blended together. It was making Cecil’s scent even more captivating and special.

“Hey.”

Wayne called the servant who was guarding the door.

“Bring a glass bottle from the perfumery. Right now.”

“Yes.”

The servant hastily bowed his head and left the room. The space was once again enveloped in silence. Only Cecil’s sobs and Jeff’s listless breaths pressed down heavily on the air. Wayne slowly approached Cecil.

“Cecil.”

He called his name in a low voice and reached out his hand. Cecil raised his head as if he recognized Wayne. His bloodshot red eyes and contorted face clearly revealed his pain. However, Wayne did not miss the beauty he felt even in that pain.

Wayne carefully brought his hand to Cecil’s eyes. The tears that touched his fingertips were warm and sticky. The moment he slowly brought it to the tip of his nose and inhaled deeply, a pleasure spread throughout his entire body. The scent that seeped through the tip of his nose was sweet yet painful. That contrast bewitchingly enveloped Wayne’s mind.

“Ah, Cecil. You always exceed my expectations.”

Wayne, who smiled faintly, caressed Cecil’s face. Cecil closed his eyes powerlessly and leaned his head against Wayne’s chest. Wayne embraced his shoulders and indulged more deeply in the scent that spread with Cecil’s breath.

However.

Stab!

Suddenly, a sharp pain was felt in the nape of his neck. Wayne’s body stiffened from the sudden shock. The moment he raised his head, Cecil, who was in his arms, was looking down at him with a cold face.

“Cecil…?”

An uncomprehending voice flowed out. Wayne’s blue gaze turned to Cecil’s hand. A small syringe was held there. Cecil pushed the syringe in all the way without hesitation. No emotion could be found on that calm and cold face.

“You…!”

The angry voice could not properly burst out. His vision was getting blurrier, and he heard a rustling sound from behind. Wayne turned his head with all his might. He saw Jeff getting up from next to the fallen doctor. Jeff, who stood up while holding his forehead, stared at Wayne with a face worn out by fatigue. However, a bitter smile was forming on his lips.

“Wayne.”

He slowly approached. Looking down at Wayne, whose eyes were wide open, he spat out.

“How does it feel to be killed by the younger brother you killed?”

At the same time as those words, the doctor’s medical bag struck Wayne’s head.

Wayne’s body collapsed powerlessly. Beyond his blurry vision, he saw Cecil’s blue eyes looking at him coldly.