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deteriorating Midway. Instead,  Lilith, the Succubus, had taken
his place. The posters, new but as faded as the rest of the
Phantasmagoria, showed a beautiful, scantily dressed woman with
enormous bat wings leering invitingly at the passerby. Jacob was
going to be pissed.
Jacob sat in the piercing tent, drinking and watching the
crowds. He had no customers. Nick noticed no one even seemed to
see the piercing booth. He set his jaw and warned Clovis that he
would be keeping Jacob, that Clovis would not devour his lover for
the last bits of energy. Clovis said nothing.
Nick talked in the crowd for the adult show and hurried over to
Jacob.  Are you still bleeding? He had to back off to three feet
when his cock twitched and the buzz saw started.
Jacob opened one eye from where he napped in the piercing
chair.  I think so. He yawned and stretched, creaking. Nick
stared. The man he had hurt that morning had looked fifty-ish.
Jacob s hair was entirely gray now. Broken veins covered his
once-sharp nose and heavy jowls. The clear hazel eyes that had
pierced him in the car dealership peered blearily at him.
 You should see Lilith. She s amazing. Clovis did an excellent
job on her.
Jacob growled at that. He waved an arm at the rest of the down-
at-the-heels show, taking in the creaky rides, shabby costumes and
mended canvas.  Worth it for hurting everyone? I can t hibernate,
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Nicholas. You ll wake up alone.
Nick knew the truth of that statement. His handsome lover, his
beloved husband who had never dissolved their informal marriage
on that distant Feast of Fools, had become a very old man in the
space of an afternoon. It was time.
 No. Come. Nick walked away, back to the train. Instead of
the car they had shared for so long, he headed to the locomotive.
* * *
Torturo followed him, his ancient joints protesting. Pain, pain
like he had never felt shot out of his knees, eating along his legs
with each step.  Nick! Wait.
Nick turned around. In the darkness, his eyes glowed blue. Not
a steady blue, but a deep, flickering blue as if fires danced inside
him.  It is time. Clovis is dying. It s time for me to take his place.
Torturo shook his head. Surely he could have one more night.
Clovis could wait until the end of the stop. He remembered he
couldn t even be near Nick now, but he still protested.  Not yet.
Nick stepped as close as his modifications allowed.  We had
hoped to wait until the end of the year. But he can t even make the
end of this engagement. That s why he made Lilith. That s why
we ve been so rundown for months. Now. Tonight. His eyes
glowed brighter, like oil lamps, like headlights, cutting a blue
swath through the night. Nick repeated, in a voice that was no
longer only his own but carried a number of other accents and
tones,  It is time.
 I can t let you go yet. The admission fell out of Jacob s
mouth, not nearly as difficult as he had thought it would be.
Nick reached his hand out.  Come with me. Torturo took it
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without missing a beat and they walked slowly to the locomotive.
 I ll always be with you. Come up into the cab. Nick mounted the
steps, pulling his lover behind him. The sealed rear of the Engine
stood open.
Torturo stared into the pulsing, fleshy metal nightmare. The
brownish-red walls almost breathed as they entered and he felt the
spongy floor shudder under their feet. Nick nodded, a small smile
on his face. He looked like a man coming home after a long day of
work. He led Torturo fully into the cab and stopped before a large
chair in the center of the floor. It looked as if it had grown there,
all veins and organic curves. The smell of coal and metal, damp
flesh and sex made Jacob s head reel. A large cover stood open
above the empty chair.
Nick opened his arms and Torturo came into them instantly,
kissing him and clutching him, heedless of the buzz saw or pistons.
Nick kissed him back, deeply, all the love of their decades together
coming through.
 I love you, Jacob. He smoothed the gray hair away with the
fleshy pads of his right fingers. His metal arm rested on the chair.
 Don t go. Jacob held him more tightly.
 It s time. If I don t, we all die. You, me, the girls, the whole
Show. Nick looked at where Torturo clutched his waist. He
moved back to cling to him a little.  I ll always be with you. I ll
always love you. He smiled.  You ll hear the Show in your head,
I promise. You will wake young and beautiful again,
Torturo didn t let go.  Nicholas& 
 Jacob. Please. Torturo s fingers unfolded slowly. Nick
stepped back.  I love you. He sat down in the chair, which closed
over him like a clam shell.
Torturo made one last grab, but too late. In his head he heard,
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::I love you, my Jacob.:: Sobs wracked him as he leaned over the
Engineer s chair.
::Don t rust me, lover,:: Nick said. ::You have to leave. I can t
keep the Engine open any longer. Go back to your car. Lie in the
bunk. ::
Jacob didn t know how to talk to him now, so he just followed
the order, walking back slowly, feeling each step as a miserable
ache that echoed the empty, Nicholas-shaped hole in the middle of
him. Once in the car, Nick spoke up again.
::When you get there, strip. And just talk, as if I am beside you
or think, as you used to at Clovis. ::
He undressed and lay back on the bunk.  I need to touch you.
The blanket wrapped around him and the mattress conformed
to his body. ::You are. :: The mattress shifted more and fluidly. It
intruded on his anus and molded around his cock. ::I am the train.
Anything you touch is me.:: The mattress slid about six inches into
him.
Jacob moaned. He ran his hands over the mattress, stroking it
as he would Nick. The whole bunk cradled him more closely,
moving and making love to him.
::Mmm, that s nice, darlin . :: Nick s mind-voice laughed as
Jacob rubbed against him, frantic and wild. ::I love you and I ll
always be as close as the nearest wall.:: He laughed as Jacob
came.
Jacob lay, stroking the pillow as if it were Nick s face.  Can I
still hurt you? he asked.
::Yes. Do you want to? Just strike or stab or pierce the walls or
the mattress or the counters. I cannot die.::
He smiled.  Then I can still fuck you. Are you content? he
asked, slowly.
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::Yes. I have you. I have the Show. And I know what I am now.
:: He delivered a mild electrical shock to Torturo s groin. ::And I
can still hurt you. ::
He gasped.  Oh, yes&  Nick zapped him a couple more times,
before adding one to his ass. The mattress sprouted spikes, not as
close together as his bed of nails. Jacob gave a blissful smile.  In
your control now.
::Yes, and I can make you hurt so many ways.:: One of the
sharp spikes slipped into Jacob s anus, making him gasp. ::You ve
been so bad, thwarting the will of the Phantasmagoria.::
Jacob cried under the invasion and the pain.  I have.
It went deeper, seeming to grow thicker as it did. ::And now I
can punish you forever.::
 Oh yes& I deserve it.
::You do, you foul thing. You clung and you cried and you tried
to stop my transcending.::
A band wrapped around his chest, spikes digging into his
nipples and skin.  Only because I love you. Yes& ruin me, he
begged as the spike hammered in and out of him.
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