Monster Anthology [MxM]

Feast

CONTENT WARNINGS: kidnapping, gore, vore, noncon/dubcon, and other disturbing material

The engine rumbled as the jeep rocked over rough terrain. Hazel eyes under strawberry-blond curls stared back at him in the window as he lost himself in the shadowy woods beyond the dirt road. Gripping the handlebar above the window tight enough he was sure he lost skin, he winced as the jeep rocked violently. His grip on the handlebar the only thing keeping his forehead from colliding with the window, his hip and elbow received less than kind treatment as the big man beside him slammed into his other side and squashed him against the door.

Wincing, Gwen adjusted himself and glared at Nate as the larger man slid back with a muttering growl.

"How much further?" Gwen asked, rubbing his elbow and trying to see over the driver's broad shoulder.

"Not much longer, maybe ten minutes?" Alec said from the navigator's chair up front.

"You said that twenty minutes ago," Nate grumbled from beside Gwen.

"Sorry, ain't no signal out here to give a better estimate," Alec retorted, glancing back with a glare at the big man. "We'll get there when we get there. Just try not to smush Gwen too bad, yeah? Gotta introduce him mostly unharmed to Caster." Expressive dark eyebrows wagged as Gwen blushed and Nate rolled his eyes.

"This trip ain't about gettin him laid, it's about winning that competition! Get your head outta the gutter and focus on landing the biggest bucks," Daniel snarled from the driver's seat, his bright green eyes darting to the mirror to glare at Gwen. "I don't care what you do after we win, got it?"

"Oh, lighten up," Alec laughed, shaking his head. "It'll be a piece of cake. I've seen some amazing bucks in the last hour, babe, we'll get that prize."

"And bring home plenty of meat to put on the table," Michael said from the other side of the car. He smiled as he looked away from the window. "My girl's got great recipes for venison."

The driver snorted, taking a sharp turn. "I don't give a rat's ass what you do with the meat after we win, so long as we win. If we don't win, I'm gonna be pissed."

"Danny, really, it's just a friendly competition," Alec reminded him as he glanced down at the paper map in his hand. He made another mark on the large map with a red pen.

"Friendly competition, my ass," Daniel sneered, glancing in the rearview mirror at the three in the back. "Imma say this once: we're here to win, not fuck around. If I have to hear anyone but us brag about winning this thing, y'all are gonna be visiting me in the county jail."

Gwen sighed, slumping against the door closest to him. Why in all the hells did I let myself be talked into this trip?

"Danny, it's not that big of a deal," Alec tried again.

"Not a big deal? Your friend bet he could bring down more bucks than us. We bet cash. I am absolutely winning this competition for the bet money and the cash prize at the end of this thing," Daniel retorted, before he turned the wheel down another dirt road.

"It's not like we need the money," Alec retorted, rolling his eyes. "We make plenty of money on our own, Danny. Hell, you put Gwen through college all on your own, no loans to be seen, and you refused to let him get a part-time job while studying. We aren't hurting for cash. I don't see why this is so important to you."

Gwen sighed loudly, his best impression of a grumpy teenager. "Daniel can't say no to a bet. He's a competitive sore loser. You're his husband, Alec, you should know by now."

With a shake of his head, Alec turned to look back over the seat at the younger, smaller man. "I don't know how you put up with him. What was that even like growing up?"