Chapter 45 #4
Asher dipped his head to press open-mouthed kisses along Levi’s neck, lingering over the mark he’d left two resets ago, his tongue tracing the faded bruise. “Still there,” he murmured against the bruised skin, voice thick with satisfaction. “Still mine.”
The possessive declaration sent a jolt of satisfaction through Levi, making him clench tighter around Asher.
“You like that,” Asher groaned. “Being mine.”
“No.” Levi gasped even as he lifted his hips to meet Asher’s movements, a long moan escaping his lips.
Asher’s hand slid between them, wrapping around Levi’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. “Liar,” he breathed, but the word held no malice.
His hand began to move in counterpoint to his thrusts, creating a dual assault of sensation that rapidly dismantled Levi’s remaining defenses.
The slick friction and deep fullness building in harmony, pleasure coiling tighter with every stroke, overwhelming thought, overwhelming everything but the need for release.
Asher panted in his ear as he drove into Levi harder, his pace increasing, “Let me see that pretty face you make when you cum.”
The command in his voice triggered something in Levi—a sudden, desperate need to resist, to maintain some shred of dignity in this overwhelming vulnerability, his hands gripping Asher’s back harder as if to anchor himself against the rising tide.
“No,” he gasped, biting his lip to stifle another needy moan. “Not yet.”
A smile curved Asher’s lips, his eyes gleaming with something like pride. “Still fighting me,” he laughed. “Even now. God, that fire in you... its what makes you perfect.”
He shifted his angle, hitting the spot that sent pleasure arcing through Levi’s body in an electric surge that made his toes curl and his breath stutter. A broken sound escaped Levi, half-gasp, half-moan.
“Again?” Asher asked, repeating the movement when Levi nodded frantically, the deliberate thrusts targeting his prostate with relentless accuracy.
The pressure built higher, coiling tight at the base of Levi’s spine, a molten knot ready to unravel, spreading through his limbs like liquid fire.
His control was slipping, rational thought dissolving beneath the onslaught of sensation—the heat, the fullness, the rhythmic stroke of Asher’s hand—all blending into a symphony that drowned out everything else.
His lingering fear and resistance melted into pure, concentrated, dizzying ecstasy.
Levi’s moans grew louder, unrestrained, spilling from his lips as his body took over, his hips canting up to meet Asher’s movements. “Right there, right there, yes,” he gasped, the words tumbling out of him. “Don’t stop—please, please, please, Asher, don’t stop.”
Asher nipped at Levi’s earlobe. “Listen to you—moaning for me, begging for my cock, my needy little slut. I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything, Levi.”
Levi lost himself then, ecstasy consuming him like a storm, every thrust sending sparks of bliss exploding through him.
His legs wrapped around Asher’s waist, pulling him closer, deeper, the action heightening the intimacy and locking them together in a frantic rhythm.
Moans poured from him in a relentless torrent—broken pleas interspersed with gasps, “More... right there, yes—don’t stop, Asher, God, don’t stop! ”
“So fucking good,” Asher panted. “Be a good boy, let me hear you. Louder.”
“More, Asher, please!” Levi keened. “I’m so close—ah, mmhm, please don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop!” Nothing existed but the building wave, his nails raking down Asher’s back as he chased the peak, his entire body trembling on the brink with the pleasure so intense it bordered on agony.
“Levi,” Asher moaned, his own voice strained with approaching climax, sweat beading on his brow, his hand stroking faster in perfect sync. “I can feel how close you are—clenching around me, so tight and hot, moaning like that... Cum for me, Levi, milk me with that tight little ass. “
“Fuck, fuck fuck, yes, Asher—!” His orgasm hit him in a blinding wave, pulling a broken, stuttering moan that echoed through the room as his body tensed and released in rhythmic pulses, ecstasy crashing through so intensely he was certain he would find himself reset in a new location when it ended.
Every muscle in his body quivered in the aftermath, legs still locked around Asher as aftershocks rippled through him, his legs looking like they were vibrating around Asher’s waist as his mind floated above his body.
Distantly, he was aware of Asher following him over the edge, his grip bruising once more as he found his own release, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he buried himself deep, the warmth of it flooding Levi’s insides, intensifying the lingering bliss.
For several long moments, neither moved, both breathing heavily in the aftermath, the room filled with the sounds of their ragged inhales.
Then Asher withdrew slowly, the sensation drawing a soft whimper from Levi, leaving him feeling empty and exposed anew.
He collapsed beside Levi on the bed, his arm draping across Levi’s waist, pulling him close.
“You’re crying again,” he said, still catching his breath, his fingers gently brushing moisture from Levi’s cheeks.
Levi blinked, his mind rejoining his body in time for the embarrassment to flood back in. “I don’t know why I keep doing that,” he mumbled, turning his face away, mortified by his own lack of control.
Asher caught his chin, forcing him to meet his gaze, his eyes soft.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he said.
He pulled him closer, one hand stroking soothingly down his back in long, rhythmic passes until Levi’s tears gradually subsided, the touch grounding him amid the exhaustion.
Levi felt hollow, emptied of everything but a bone-deep satisfaction that made his limbs heavy and his mind foggy.
“Stay here,” Asher murmured, pressing a kiss to Levi’s forehead before rising from the bed.
He disappeared into the adjoining bathroom, returning moments later with a damp cloth, the fabric warm and soft.
He cleaned away the evidence of their coupling, his touch clinical but not impersonal—careful wipes along sensitive skin, soothing the lingering ache without rushing, his eyes tracing Levi’s body with that obsessive reverence.
“You were incredible,” he whispered. “So open, so responsive... mine.”
When he finished, he tossed the cloth aside and rejoined Levi on the bed, immediately pulling him back into his arms, bodies aligning in a tangle of limbs.
One hand idly traced patterns across Levi’s skin, possessive even in the quiet aftermath, fingers mapping the bruises and flushed areas as if committing them to memory.
“What happens now?” Levi asked, reaching out to trace the line of Asher’s jaw.
“Now we rest,” Asher said, his arm tightening around Levi. “Then we face whatever’s waiting for us in Faine’s sanctum.”
Levi shook his head, persistent despite his weariness. “I meant us. What happens to...” He gestured vaguely between them, unable to find words for whatever the toxic blend of obsession, violence, and intimacy was.
Asher’s expression darkened slightly, a shadow crossing his features. “We stay together,” he said, the words a command rather than a suggestion, his grip firming on Levi’s waist. “Whatever comes next, we face it together.”
“And if the game ends?” Levi pressed, his voice gaining strength. “If we find a way out?”
Something flashed in Asher’s eyes—panic, genuine and raw, a vulnerability that cracked his usual facade. “It won’t end,” he insisted. “Not for us.”
The certainty in his voice was unsettling, as was the flash of panic that had preceded it. Levi studied his face, searching for clues to the fear that seemed to have momentarily overwhelmed Asher’s usual confidence.
“You’re afraid,” he realized aloud, the insight hitting like a revelation. “Of losing me. If the game ends.”
Asher’s jaw tightened, the admission clearly difficult for him, his eyes flickering away briefly before returning with fierce intensity.
“I’ve lost you a dozen times already,” he croaked out.
“Watched you die. Watched you reset. But you always come back to me.” His fingers traced the mark on Levi’s neck, his thumb pressing into the faded bruise. “You always remember.”
“And you think that would change? If we escaped?”
“I think,” Asher said carefully, “that some things aren’t meant to exist outside this place. This game, as you call it.”
Asher might be one of those things. A creation of the game, not meant to exist beyond its boundaries.
I don’t know what life is going to be like without him.
Levi’s hand rose to cover Asher’s, where it rested against his neck. “We’ll figure it out,” he said, surprising himself with the sincerity in his voice. “Together.”
Asher smiled weakly and pressed a kiss to the tip of Levi’s nose. “Together.”
Hours later, reality crashed back with the unwelcome sounds of rumbling in the walls. They were still trapped in the sanitarium. Still facing whatever horror awaited them in Faine’s inner sanctum. The brief respite they’d been granted was just that—temporary, fleeting.
Levi reluctantly extracted himself from Asher’s embrace. They dressed in silence, the comfortable intimacy they had found giving way to focused preparation for whatever came next.
As Levi fixed his clothes, he caught Asher watching him with that intense, predatory focus that still sent shivers down his spine. But now, alongside the fear, ran a current of something else—recognition, acceptance, even a disturbing kind of comfort in being the object of such attention.
“What?” he asked when Asher continued staring.
“Nothing,” Asher replied as his hand rose to cup Levi’s cheek, his thumb brushing gently across his lower lip. “Just memorizing how you look right now. In case...” He didn’t finish the sentence.
Levi leaned into the touch, allowing himself one more moment of connection. “We’ll find each other again,” he said quietly. “We always do.”
Asher’s smile was small but genuine. He leaned in, pressing a final kiss to Levi’s lips before stepping back.
“Ready?” he asked, gesturing toward the door that would lead them back into the sanitarium’s nightmare.
Levi nodded, squaring his shoulders. “Ready.”
Together, they stepped out of their temporary sanctuary and into the darkness awaiting them.