They found a rhythm. It was furious, hard, and yet so very delicious Knight’s thighs were trembling slightly every time he entered Elliot. The bony hips pushed back to meet his thrusts, and when he wanted a kiss, Elliot somehow sensed it every time and looked back to meet Knight’s lips. Orgasm shook Elliot before Knight had his chance to come, and Knight held him up while thrusting into him hard and fast, ultimately spending inside that tight ass, with his face buried in sweet-smelling hair.

Heat was only slowly draining out of their bodies when he threw the used condom at Fane’s door. “Let’s get back to work.”

The damn ghost was silent for once, and Knight wished to never hear the fucker flirt with Elliot again.

Elliot sported a sheepish smile as he pulled up his pants. “Yes, yes, I can’t wait. I just need a breather.”

Knight could never imagine his ex-girlfriend, Jordan, being up for a quickie in a stinky corridor, or excited to be demolishing walls instead of cuddling after a fuck. He’d been right to decide relationships weren’t for him at the moment.

Knight was only weakened for a few moments before energy returned to his body, and he took down the wall brick by brick, revealing the dark corridor on the other side. He went in as soon as the hole was big enough to accommodate his body.

Elliot followed right behind him, uncaring if he got dirty, or if there were spiders or rats inside. Knight now couldn’t believe that he’d actually once driven to Jordan’s in the middle of the night to kill a spider in her bathroom. What had he been thinking?

“This is insane…” Elliot whispered, exasperated as his flashlight illuminated a long corridor with several doors to its sides.

Knight’s hand closed around Elliot’s as they breathed in the damp air, standing in the swirling dust right in front of a closed door, which had deteriorated due to condensation. Knight pushed it back with his foot and stepped inside first.

“Be careful!” Elliot told him, but despite the dark interiors giving Knight the creeps, he wouldn’t show Elliot that—

“Motherfucker!” he yelped when the yellow light fell on a corpse in a black dress, it’s grin wide and not covered by any skin.

“What is it?” Elliot asked from outside.

“There’s a dead woman inside,” Knight said, squeezing his hand on the flashlight. But just as he wanted to accuse Fane of yet another murder, he recognized no signs of violence. She sat in a corner chair, which throughout the years had sagged to one side and leaned against the wall. Her dress was in almost perfect condition, and there was a book in her lap.

"What? Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Elliot barged in with more light.

Something small rushed along the wall with a squeak, but Knight couldn’t catch what it was. The whole room looked rather bare, with a chest by one wall and a few framed paintings covered by a layer of dust so thick it was difficult to discern at first glance what they depicted.

The cool glow licked items covered with thick cobweb, but when Knight walked in deeper and the door wasn’t blocking his view anymore, he stood still, for a moment not sure what he was seeing. His heart beat so fast it felt like he could barely breathe when he spotted two more human skulls. One sat on a huge barrel, with thick rope between the teeth. With the way it dipped slightly against the top, he realized the rest of the skeleton was likely inside the container.

The other skull faced him from between thick bars of a small cage no larger than the one Beast sometimes used for transporting Hound. It was accompanied by more bones, and when Knight stepped closer, he was struck by the remains of the man’s hand helplessly reaching beyond his confines.

“Sick bastard,” uttered Knight. It was one thing to know those things about Fane, but to see the raw evidence was quite another.

Elliot stood right beside Knight with one hand over his mouth, the other trembling, as was evident by the way the light shook. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This is so fucking real. Can’t believe this is happening. We can’t touch it. We’ve got to be methodical, take pictures. He didn’t know mercy, did he? You wouldn’t want to cross him.”

Knight swallowed and looked at Elliot, squeezing his hand. It was a miracle this boy was still alive considering the eagerness with which he wished to enter a lion’s den. “He held men in cages. That’s hardly retaliation. That’s torture.”

“What was he even thinking? I can’t believe we can actually go ask him. Did he use different men for different purposes?” Elliot spoke fast and looked around, but his hand over Knight’s was sweaty. “I hate it and love it all at once.”

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