Five to Love Him (Phoenix Immortal: Hive #1)

27. HIVE

twenty-seven

S lowly but surely, October had come around. We hardly noticed, given we were both busy and also so happy. Keeping track of the passage of time had become insignificant ever since Leo, the fountain of our happiness.

“Do I really have to wipe the floor? My hands always get dry,” one of the young werewolves, Adam, said to us in the yoga studio. He stood next to the orchid display our boss had created, the pale purple orchid pot matching the purple and teal interior of the studio. Adam was holding up the bucket and ecofriendly cleaner we had told him to use.

The other wolfling, Joyce, was helping Leo clean up after a teachers’ conference that had been held in order to prepare for the fall semester, and we had to tell her off when she was casually opening the bottle of cream liqueur one of the teachers had brought and left there.

“Use lotion,” we told the wolfling at the yoga studio while confiscating the liqueur from the other one, who tried telling us that she’d just wanted to sniff it for research purposes.

Leo’s voice sounded sweeter than anyone else’s. “Hey, I should get back to help Joyce.”

In one of the many storage rooms of the school, Leo looked at us from the table onto which we’d lifted him. We were in the room with only one, but he still had our full attention as he always did.

“She’s doing fine. We’re overseeing her.”

“You realize I have a job to do.” He pointed at himself. “I’m the secretary.”

“But Joyce and Adam wanted to keep working for you. Let them do some things as well to get their experience on the job.”

The little wolves volunteering had surprised us, and even after their punishment, they had petitioned the principal to continue their errand duties. The vampire was all for work experience and had agreed enthusiastically.

We liked that there were several singulars in Leo’s office now, also enjoyed that we often got one or two of them to help out at the yoga studio. It was a lot easier to be outside the underground if we were with someone else we had discovered.

“They didn’t volunteer so I would have time to slack off,” our gleaming one said, but he sounded distracted. We assumed our kissing his neck had something to do with that. “Also, you know. Supernatural sense of smell.”

“We know.” We pointed at the window in the small room that was mostly oak wood shelves and old books. “We’ll air this place. And before you worry, we’re outside the door. We’ll make sure we’re not interrupted.”

“Interrupted doing what?”

Leo was still shy about the intimacy we offered. That suited us, but at the same time, he had started being more forward in the things he said and demanded, and he had confessed to us that showing his affection in public was much easier because everyone already knew that he was ours.

In this case, sitting on the table, he was being coy.

“You know we want to please you, and we’ve watched you look at us all day.”

He leaned back on his hands. We’d actually taken the time to clear the Latin textbooks off the table and wipe it down before asking Leo to follow us inside with a ruse that we needed his help.

“Maybe I was really just looking at you without an ulterior motive, hive. You’re always around, always there. I’m not sure I’d be able to avoid looking at you.”

“Were you just looking at us?”

“No, but I might have been. Seriously though, what are we going to do?” He looked around, mildly anxious.

We pulled up a chair and sat in it. It put us at the perfect height to do what we had planned on doing.

“We wanted to suck you off.”

After the first time we had been with him, we had repeated it, had gotten a taste for him. We hadn’t gone that much further, and Leo hadn’t asked for it, so with our hands and our mouth, we had given to our gleaming one, and with each time we’d given, he’d started to relax a little more when we held him, when we slept next to him in the nest of a mattress and pillows we’d built weeks ago.

“I really feel like I should reciprocate.”

Leo looked at his lap but leaned forward, putting his hands on his knees so he was closer to us. Little moments like this still made us think he was seeking our nearness, and we enjoyed giving it to him at every turn.

“You don’t need to reciprocate now. Maybe later. You may have been looking at us earlier, but we have been thinking about this.”

At the yoga studio, we did the accounting while keeping half an eye on Adam, who had finally started cleaning the floor. Our boss, Xander, had said he wanted to do some videos for social media, and he needed the studio cleaned for it.

“Okay, but seriously, this has to stop. You’re always doing everything for me. Can you please just ask me for one thing? I’ll even promise I’ll do it, whatever it is.”

We looked up from our spreadsheet at the yoga studio and missed putting a used napkin in the trash in the teachers’ conference room, giving Joyce the chance to do it for us.

“You would promise to do anything?”

Leo shrugged. He was wearing a short-sleeved button-down shirt. We had told him those looked good on him, and he’d ordered a few online, pleasing us to no end when he’d admitted, blushingly, that he’d done that for us.

“I know you’d never ask for anything extreme. It’s you we’re talking about, after all, the sweetest, most caring hive ever. Last week you apologized for not bringing me those strawberries for movie night.”

We still felt bad about that. Movie night wasn’t really movie night as it had been for Leo before he’d met us. We had picked a K-drama to watch, and each Sunday we’d settle in the window seat with all of us and lots of snacks, and he’d lean against us and complain that we could distract him without missing the subtitles while he had to keep his eyes on the screen to follow them. We loved movie nights, and we always wanted to make them special.

“Well, we really are s—”

His hand covered our mouth. “No, hive.”

We smiled, his fingers warm against our lips. “All right. We will ask one thing of you when we get home tonight—when you get home. You will do it?”

“That’s what I said. Right, I promise, okay?”

“Yes.” We knew exactly what we’d ask for, something we’d wanted to ask for a while but had been too difficult a subject to broach. “Then we must fulfill our end.”

“Your—” We looked at his crotch. “Right. And you’re sure this is as good for you as I know it’ll be for me?”

“As long as it brings you pleasure, we’d happily do this all day.”

“I don’t think I’d be able to manage that.”

Leo moved to the edge of the table and parted his knees. After being with us several times, he didn’t even try to open his pants himself, and we approved. Instead, he braced his hands on the table behind him.

We quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pleased that he was firming up already. For no reason that we could see, we started trembling with the one outside the door. It wasn’t like the door was locked, it wasn’t like we couldn’t escape or like we were ever apart from ourself for long, but these small moments still happened. Sometimes they even scared us.

Today, we got over it quickly, though we had to keep our hand on the doorknob, wanting to make sure that we could rush inside at any moment.

Leo was still very responsive. If we had been at his house, we might have spent more time, might have moved slower. Being here, we suckled his tip, something we knew would certainly get a reaction from him.

He was soon completely hard, and his breathing grew uneven. His eyes kept falling shut, but he knew how much we liked being seen, so he made an effort to keep them open.

He watched us suck him, meeting our eyes. We would have loved so much being in the room with two or more so we wouldn’t miss any of his reactions. We wondered as we tasted his salty muskiness whether making love in the darkness was like this for singulars, some of their sensory power taken.

In this case, we’d surrendered it willingly even though the one outside the door clenched his fingers. We didn’t know why this was happening. We were happy. We were enjoying ourself, the arousal something we only barely managed to contain to the one with Leo’s cock in his mouth.

That control grew more tenuous when Leo gasped.

“Hive, hive, I’m about to…”

“Yes,” we whispered in the yoga studio and while watching Joyce vacuumed the floor in the meeting room.

Mere seconds later, we got Leo’s taste, his hot cum filling our mouth and challenging us to swallow it all. We did our best, but some of it ran down our chin.

Leo had sagged sideways on the table, was leaning on his elbow and still looking at us, his face flushed.

“That was so good. Fuck, you always make me feel like I’ve never been touched before. Like, you’re my first, but you make me feel like you’re my first each time, that’s what I mean. Hold on, I got a tissue—ah!”

We had dropped our face into his crotch for one last greedy taste, surprising him.

“We have one too,” we said and pulled wet wipes from our back pocket. If we were only going to take care of our gleaming one with one, we’d make sure we were prepared.

We cleaned Leo up first, then helped him down off the table. With no coaxing at all, he leaned forward and put his arms around us. There was nothing much to see here now, so we finally, finally opened the door and walked into the room.

Leo flinched in our arms, but when he saw it was just us, he relaxed once more. We opened the window like we had promised. It had been a warm day though there were clouds on the horizon. The forecast had said there was going to be rain and a thunderstorm later tonight. We’d put an umbrella in Leo’s messenger bag, just in case there was rain after his class later.

We liked thunderstorms, and this was going to be the first one we’d be spending with our gleaming one.

Back at the yoga studio, Adam finished lining up the indoor slippers when our boss came in. Xander was wearing a tight-fitting tank top that showed off his muscles, and his blond hair was gathered in a tidy bun at the top of his head.

“Okay, good. Adam’s here as well. You guys, tell me if this looks silly or too over the top, all right?”

We still hadn’t found the time to accompany Leo to a yoga class, or more accurately, he’d been very busy with his secretary job while we didn’t want to make him feel like there was too much on his plate.

“We don’t know that much about yoga,” we told Xander.

“No, come on, you don’t have to know anything.” Xander stood in the center of his studio where the wall of mirrors doubled his reflection. He put his hand on his hip and looked at us over the counter that divided the training space from the desks. “I want to know whether I can harness a vibe here.”

“You mean you want to know whether you look hot enough people will watch and like?” Adam asked.

We decided to focus our attention elsewhere. We told Leo how much we liked holding him while we mentally prepared to ask him to be allowed to continue his grandmother’s business.

After all, he’d given us his promise that he wouldn’t say no.