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The sun hit soft over the market, warmth spread out like a clean sheet. Everything looked harmless—kids runnin’, women laughin’, vendors sellin’ corn and peaches off slick tables.
Sammy stood near the okra crates, hands shoved in his pockets.
He wasn’t lookin’ for him.
But he felt him before he saw him.
Like the air dropped a degree.
Like his soul said, He here.
White shirt, open at the throat. Hair slicked back like he cared now. He walked slow, like he belonged. Like he’d always belonged. But Sammy knew that wasn’t true.
He still couldn’t believe he was alive, he burned, turned into ashes, and now he’s back in the flesh.
Huh.
Being literally tied to the earth must suck, he’d thought. At least he can walk in the sun now, his ability to turn people ceases aswell.
Not a soul looked twice. Rare but not uncommon, another white man passin’ through, if he meant trouble he wouldn’t have even stepped foot in the middle of town.
Sammy’s skin prickled.
Remmick walked past the onions. Didn’t stop. Didn’t say a word. Just brushed fingers across the green beans—then kept on like he ain’t know Sammy at all.
Sammy turned back to the okra.
He wasn’t gonna speak.
Yeah, sure.
“Morning, fine weather innit,” Remmick said low, not lookin’ his way.
Sammy swallowed. Hard. “You ain’t supposed to be talkin’ to me unless I speak first, we had a deal.”
“ just wanted to tell ya good morning dear’. And commentin’ on the weather.”
“It’s hot.”
Remmick smirked. “Not compared to you.”
Sammy turned his head fast, teeth clenched. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Remmick’s eyes were on the lemons now. “Don’t tell you what you already feel?”
“I don’t feel nothin’ but confusion and anger.”
“You still came to meet at the spot, you still made your rules to our deal. I help protect the town if only I get to meet and see you.
I know you feel our connection Sammy, your little friends who has gifts as well know the connection we have is real.”
Sammy didn’t answer.
Dammit he’s right, he thought bitterly.
Remmick finally looked at him. Slow. Hungry. Careful.
“Every part of you glowin’, even when you tryin’ to hide,” he said. “That light—it’s mine.”
Sammy’s jaw tightened. “You don’t own me.”
“You let me in. You just ain’t admit it yet.”
⸻
Donna leaned against the post outside the general store, arms crossed.
Annie stood beside her, jaw locked.
“That boy better keep his spine,” Annie muttered.
“He’s tryin’,” Donna said. “You see how close they standin’ can almost feel their tether?”
“Like heat on a matchstick.”
Elijah and Elias weren’t far either, posted by the apple barrels, both lookin’ like they had knives tucked under their smiles.
⸻
Sammy stepped back. Barely. “You got some time, so we can part ways.”
“Mm,” Remmick said. “What you wanna do with the short time we have ?”
“Not this.”
But his voice cracked just a little. Remmick heard it.
“Want me to leave, end our little meeting short?”
Sammy stared at the dirt. Then nodded.
“Say it like you mean it,” Remmick said, leaning in, lips barely apart. “Make me believe it.”
Sammy looked up—and burned.
Eyes met.
Tension hit like lightning.
Sammy wanted to leave . Stay. Scream at this weird feelings he has for the man who tried kill everyone just for him. And his power.
But he stood still.
“I hate this,” he whispered.
“I love it,” Remmick breathed. “That’s the difference.”
⸻
The market thinned out, most people going back to their neighborhoods.
Heat hung on everything like a damp cloth, slow and sour. Behind the crates and fruit stands, away from the voices and the eyes, Sammy followed Remmick —three steps behind, not lookin’ so sure, but still following .
Donna watched them from across the street, arms folded. Annie was nearby, grindin’ herbs in her palm. Their eyes didn’t blink.
Elijah leaned on the market post, hands flexin’ around nothing.
Elias had his blade on him.
If Remmick did anything , if Sammy so much as flinched wrong, it’d be over.
⸻
They stood near the edge of the woods. Half in shadow, half in sun.
Remmick turned, slow. Sammy didn’t speak first. Just stared, jaw locked.
“You know I can feel that you want this deep down,” Remmick said.
“You talk like I have a choice.”
“You don’t ,” Remmick admitted. “Neither did I.”
Their eyes met.
It felt like something ripped through the space between them.
Remmick stepped closer, not touchin’. His presence wasn’t just heat. It was weight —the kind that curled around Sammy’s ribs and sat there, patient.
“You can’t come closer,” Sammy said.
“I ain’t doing nothing you don’t want me too Sammy, I swear.”
Sammy didn’t want to tell him too much of what he was thinking but the words came spilling out before he could try to stop.
“You being near is too much, I can’t practice my music for my bookings without you in my head. You say that I’m like you, trapped, and damn near immortal because of our connection but all I feel is anger, confusion, and scared.”
He looks a semi shocked Remmick in the eye brows furrowed in a crease, no doubt he has the same expression as him on his face.
“Well…..Then walk away, tell me you want me to leave, go far from here and leave you alone,” Remmick said, low with conviction. “It’ll be hard but there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”
Sammy didn’t utter a word afraid to move at his honest sincerity.
⸻
“I feel you,” Remmick said continuing on. “Every breath, every turn of your thoughts.”
“I don’t want you in my head.”
“I’m not. Well not literally, It’s hard to explain dear, But You let me in the moment you saw me,” Remmick whispered. “And I ain’t left.”
Sammy’s hand curled into a fist.
He didn’t know what to say.
Doesn’t know to respond.
“They’ll kill you again if you try anything.”
“I know.”
“And if they don’t— I will.”
Remmick stepped even closer. “Then I wouldn’t want anything more”.
Sammy stared, breath caught. Eyes wild.
Remmick leaned in, slow enough to be stopped, soft enough to be dangerous.
But Sammy turned his head just before their mouths met.
“I think it’s time for me to go,” he said.
Remmick’s voice was velvet and bruised. “I hope to see you soon then”.
⸻
Sammy didn’t speak after that.
He walked back into town, the twins flanking him without a word.
Donna caught his eye once.
Just nodded.
Remmick stayed where he was looking out into the open.
He knew they were watchin’.
He also knew he’d come back.
He’ll always come back.
For him .
⸻
The heat didn’t break that day. Sun sat heavy, clouds low. The town moved slow because of it. So did Sammy.
He’d been at his place at Delta Sims all morning, tryna focus. Music, chores, whatever kept his hands busy.
But his mind kept driftin’.
Kept slippin’ back to his meeting with him. To that feeling— Remmick’s voice inside him like a prayer he never asked for .
He sat out on the porch, legs stretched, arms slack, head low.
Delta came out with a pitcher of water and set it beside him. Didn’t say much. Just looked at him like he knew everything but wouldn’t say it.
“You wanna talk, old man?” Sammy asked, real quiet.
Delta lit a cigarette. “No, son. You ain’t drink nothing all day, mind occupied I bet. Loral( Delta Sims wife) says dinner will be ready in 10’ so eat before you run off son.”
Sammy walked out late, after wishing Miss Loral and Delta Sim a good night, he went outside to get some air. Past the town’s edge, near the dry creek bed that separated the end of their side of town to the town of Janesville, 10 minutes out where only the crickets had something to say.
He wasn’t lookin’ for Remmick.
But he knew if he followed the feeling in his chest, then Remmick would be out here.
And he was right.
“I told myself I wouldn’t come,” Sammy said into the breeze.
“I told myself I wouldn’t wait,” Remmick answered, coming from his left, hadn’t walked far since his new home is a few feet’s away.
Sammy turned slow. There he was. Just there .
“I thought about you,” Sammy said, breath shallow.
“I never stopped,” Remmick replied.
They didn’t move closer.
Not yet.
“You put sometyoe of care for you in me,” Sammy said. “And I don’t know how to scrape it out.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“Don’t matter. It’s there.”
Remmick’s voice cracked, just a little. “You think this easy for me? Yes I tried to use you, but I also wanted you, all for myself.”
“You also came back from the dead.”
“Yea you kinda get used to it after while.
The silence that followed hit like thunder.
Sammy finally stepped forward. One step.
“I don’t trust you.”
“I don’t need you to,” Remmick said. “I just want you near and safe. Even if it aint with me.”
Sammy looked at him like he was made of glass.
“That’s the first honest thing that I believe you meant.”
———
The room was barely lit. One lamp, low flame, casting shadows against the wooden walls of Remmick’s room at the nice hostel between here and Janesville.
Sammy stepped in without sayin’ a word. He closed the door behind him, leaned on it like it was the only thing holdin’ him up.
Remmick stood in the middle of his tidy room.
“You sure you wanna stay?”
“Not entirely,” Sammy said, voice dry alittle nervous . “But I’m here, and I know you won’t hurt me.”
Sammy didn’t say that Donna and Annie gave him a protective bracelet yesterday.
Remmick walked toward him like he was afraid to startle a bird.
“I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
“You better not,” Sammy said. “The twins will kill ya.”
“I know.”
Sammy looked up at him, aching.
Remmick’s voice broke the silence. “You ever had a man treat you right before Sammy?”
Making sure his implication was clear.
Sammy shifted his weight. “A few times. He’s a friend. Church boy like me. We’ve been having….sex…for about 3 years until I came here with the twins. I go to see him sometimes, when I can.
Remmick stepped closer envy in his voice . “Just a friend huh, was he any good?”
“I felt satisfied, I haven’t had any other experience with no other man, We weren’t in love, if that’s what you insinuating. He even got himself a boyfriend, privately of course.”
He didn’t look ashamed—he didn’t look proud either. He looked needy, scared, and breathless.
Remmick raised a hand, traced the line of Sammy’s jaw. “Then let me make you feel something.”
Sammy nodded hungrily, just once.
Too nervous, alittle scared, but not unsure of where this is gonna go.
⸻
Remmick kissed him gently—soft lips, no pressure. Sammy melted into it fast, like he’d been waiting for this longer than he knew. When their mouths opened, the heat came in waves. Remmick’s hands were firm—one behind Sammy’s neck, the other on his waist.
They made it to the bed without lookin’ away.
Sammy sat first. Remmick climbed over him, straddling his hips, pinning him there.
“You nervous?” Remmick asked, whisper-soft.
“ alittle,” Sammy breathed. “But I’m ready.”
Clothes came off slow. Buttons undone. Skin revealed like it mattered. Teasing touches on each other cocks as they lazily but hungrily kissed.
Sammy had a nice size, perfect length and girth to take in this back his throat, Remmick thought.
His stood at a good 7 inches, thick and wide.
‘I can’t wait to teach him to put it all in his mouth, show him all the tricks I’ve learned over the years, we have plenty of time for that, but right now I just want to be inside of him. ’
Remmick’s mind could help but think as he continued to rub their cocks togethers.
When Sammy became a panting mess beneath him, Remmick broke the mess kiss, a string of saliva dribbling between their moist lips.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” he said.
Sammy pulled him in by the neck. “Then do it back.”
He didn’t need to say more.
Remmick kissed down his chest, down his belly, down to where Sammy was already hard and aching. He took his time—stroking, tasting, murmuring low things Sammy barely caught.
When he moved between his legs, he was careful. Slick fingers, soft voice, slow push in.
Sammy gripped the sheets, moaned loud into his arm. “Shit—Remmie—”
The new nickname not going unnoticed as he pumped two fingers in and out of Sammy’s clenching hole.
“Say that again, darling, please. Does this feel good?” Remmick asked, breathing heavy.
“Yes, yes, yes, Remmie please don’t stop,” Sammy gasped. “I don’t care if it hurts please I need you-“
“Tell me- tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you”, Remmick continues his intense but steady pace, hearing the wet noises his fingers are making with Sammy’s hole, cum dripping onto the bed and his arm.
Sammy, hands on the bed board, could do nothing but moan in ecstasy.
“Please Remmie, please please I need your cock please”.
Without another word, Remmicks fingers were gone from Sammy, making him whine softly and clench uncontrollably at the loss of it.
Before Sammy could plead again, he felt When Remmick finally pushed in, they both froze—Remmick groaning deep, Sammy trembling under him.
“Your hole is made for me,” Remmick growled.
Sammy bit his lip hard. “ take me .”
Remmick did.
He started slow—long strokes, hips grinding deep, making Sammy arch up and whine. But it didn’t stay gentle.
Once Sammy started pushing back, Remmick snapped his hips harder, grunting with every thrust, fucking him deep into the mattress.
Sammy grabbed at his arms, legs wrapping around his waist, mouth open and begging in between curses.
“Touch yourself,” Remmick ordered.
Sammy did—hand slick, pumping fast, hips rolling to meet every thrust.
Remmick leaned down, breath hot in his ear. “You look so pretty when you take me.”
Sammy came with a cry, body shuddering, eyes shut tight.
Remmick wasn’t far behind—thrusts getting sloppy, moans torn from his chest. When he came, he growled Sammy’s name like a threat and a prayer.
⸻
They didn’t speak for a long time. Just lay tangled.
When Sammy finally caught his breath, he said, “You don’t feel like a monster right now.”
“I’m not,” Remmick said. “Not with you.”
He pulled Sammy close, chest to his back, lips brushing his shoulder.
And in the low flicker of the lamplight, neither of them moved.
Because for now?
This was safety.
This was surrender.
This was real.