Epilogue
Three Days Later
“Harder!” Eden moaned and tipped his head back over the armrest of the leather couch he was sprawled over.
The blindfold shielding his sight from the cause of the slightly metallic smell in the air clung to him, damp from sweat and tears.
He’d lost track of time, but the pained, muffled screams and the whining had stopped a while ago, the other side of the room now quiet.
Ares adjusted his grip on Eden’s ankles, pulling them higher in the air to lift his ass into a better angle for his cock to ream. His balls slapped against him loudly with every thrust, his shaft driving into that hidden place inside of Eden had sent him howling and shaking.
“Is he dead?” Eden asked after a moment, when he was able to find his voice once more. Precome splashed across his chest, landing on his chin, and he jerked his head away even as Ares laughed.
“You’re squirting everywhere,” he chided. “So much for not having to call the cleanup crew.”
“Don’t call them yet.”
“I’ll make you come a few more times first, don’t you worry.” He chuckled. “Also, yes, Daven Dephik is dead. Finally. It’s been a little over an hour now since he stopped twitching.”
“Really?” Eden had no idea. He’d been too enraptured by the Black Hart pounding between his thighs.
“I was surprised you let me fuck you in front of him,” Ares said, snapping his hips rewardingly.
“He was going to die anyway.” What did it matter if some old creep peeped him before shedding this mortal coil? “At least he got one final show, right?”
“I’m not sure he was really capable of paying attention,” Ares replied. “As soon as the nanites ate through his lungs, he kind of had to focus on breathing. Seemed like a difficult feat. What about you? Trouble breathing, Paradise?”
“Shut up.” He gasped when the Black Hart fell over him, and the sudden change in position sent him over the edge. The orgasm had him screaming and clawing at Ares' back, riding the waves loudly since he knew the building was empty and would stay that way until they were finished.
He probably should feel gross.
Doing this in front of a corpse.
One they’d created.
They’d waited for Daven’s lawyer friend to leave, and then Ares had entered the room first, surprising Dephik. He’d talked him up, ignoring the old man’s orders to get out—orders that had stopped as soon as he’d learned who Ares was.
Eden has snuck in while Ares distracted Dephik by the couch, emptying the tiny glass vial into the man’s open glass of scotch.
Then he’d hidden in the attached bath while Ares strung some story about potential investments in the company and partnerships.
That conversation had resulted in a toast, and…
The nanite was surprisingly fast-acting. In less than a minute, Dephik had keeled over in crippling agony. He hadn’t had the strength to fight back when Lucifer chained him to his desk chair and called Eden out of hiding.
He’d only caught a glimpse of the man, a trickle of blood spilling from thin lips, before Lucifer had pulled Eden to the couch and offered the blindfold.
“My family would never have approved of any of this,” Eden said.
“Yours is the only approval I need,” Ares stated.
“We’re combining bedrooms tonight,” Eden decided. “I was always confused why we had separate ones in the first place.”
He nibbled on Eden’s right earlobe. “I wanted you to miss me.”
Of course that was why.
“Manipulative prick.” Eden pressed his heels against Ares’ ass and urged him to pick up the tempo.
But then Ares multi-slate dinged, and the Black Hart slowed and swore.
“What?” Eden frowned.
“Nothing, the delivery just came a day early.”
“What delivery?”
“Your new hoverbike.”
“My what?”
“I told you I’d buy you one, remember?”
Was he talking about that passing comment he’d made forever ago at the boathouse?
“Anyway,” Ares started pounding him roughly, “come quick so we can go sign for it.”
Eden whimpered. “You promised me more than one.”
“I can buy you as many hoverbikes as you want.”
“No, not that. Orgasms.” He pouted, but when Ares bent and sucked on his left nipple, his body betrayed him and convulsed.
“There you go,” Ares praised as his inner muscles clenched around him. “Such a good boy. Coming on command like that.” He fucked in a few more times and then found his own release, cock pulsating deep inside of Eden’s hole, emptying into him an impossibly large load.
As soon as he felt the Black Hart finish, Eden groaned. “That’s going to leak everywhere.”
“Want me to eat you out before we go?”
“No.” He reached up and pulled the blindfold off, blinking against the sudden light as he lay there and tried to catch his breath. “But we’re not finished. As soon as the bike is signed for, you’re taking me back to bed.”
“Deal.”
“What the…?” Eden frowned as his vision finally focused and he got a clear look at the ceiling. “Holy shit.”
The mural of an inky night sky had been painted above them, a swirl of random stars surrounding a creature taking up the center. A feline with webbed wings, long antlers, and ruby red eyes that seemed to glitter.
“A black sylar.” Ares hummed. “Cool.”
“Forget the bike.” Eden scrambled to pull Ares back on top of him. “Fuck me again right here. Right now.”
“Paradise.”
“Lucifer,” he leaned up and brushed his lips against his, “please?”
Ares pretended to consider it, even as he shifted into position over him. “What do I get in exchange?”
“Whatever you want.” Eden moaned when Ares’ cock slipped back inside of him, slowly gliding forward.
“I want all of you.”
He grinned. “You already have all of me.”
“Oh, that’s right.” Ares pumped leisurely and thought it over, ignoring Eden’s little growls of frustration. “Then I want you to pose for me later. Naked. On our bedroom floor.”
That didn’t sound too bad. He could—
“While this sweet ass of yours gets pounded by that fucking machine you used to adore so much,” Ares concluded, smirking wickedly at Eden’s instant protests. In part because he knew the machine no longer did it for him, but also because of the hidden implication in his words.
“For how long?” Eden whined.
“As long as it takes me to sculpt you like that.”
He blinked at him. “You want to make a statue of me taking it up the ass?”
“If you’re not willing—” Ares started to pull out and move away.
Eden grabbed onto him, tugging him close, gasping when his cock drove back into him for his efforts. As soon as he was able to focus again, he shook his head. “No. No, it’s fine. I agree. It’s a deal.”
“Really?”
“I love you, Lucifer.” He ran his fingers through Ares’ dark curls and then gave a stinging pull. “Let me have my fun, then we can go home, and you can get yours.”
“Don’t worry, babe,” Ares said. “There are a million more games I have in store.”
“Can’t wait.” Eden meant it. “There’s literally no reality I’d rather be a part of than this one right here, with you.”