Chapter 14 Daylan
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Daylan
Lazarus is twitchy today.
His muscles tense as he spreads raspberry jam over the last of the loaf of bread stolen from Bright Haven, his teeth grinding as he chews on it.
I sit against the wall, nibbling on the corner of my own slice of bread, all the while watching him carefully.
He swallows, then gets to his feet, swiping crumbs off his shirt with a hand and clenching the other hand into a fist at his side.
Then, he starts pacing.
He travels from one end of the cabin to the other corner, and back again. I nibble on my jam and bread, tracking him as he moves. At the corner where the hole sits in the ceiling, he stops and tilts his head upwards to the overcast sky.
“It’s coming,” he mutters, shaking his arms out at his sides and rolling on his feet from toes to heel and back again.
“What is coming?” I ask. I have seen him like this before, but I do not know why.
Lazarus grimaces, then inhales a deep breath, still rocking from heel to toe as he stands beneath the open hole. “The red rain.”
“The red rain is making you behave like this?”
“Yeah. It does that to me.”
“Why?” I have never heard of the rain affecting people like this before.
“Please just shut the fuck up, okay? I’m barely keeping it together over here.”
I snap my mouth shut, tracking him with my eyes as he paces and twitches. After a few moments, I grow curious again and chance another question. “What does it feel like?”
“The rain? It’s like an itch. A deep itch inside every piece of me. I lose myself in trying to scratch the fucking itch, but I never can. I crave things you would find wicked. Bloodshed. Devilry. All I can think of is killing, fighting, maiming, fucking. Anything to scratch the itch.”
“And you feel this every rain?”
“Yes,” he says, making his way across the room again, fists clenching and unclenching at his hips. He offers no further explanation, and I don’t ask anything else as his mood is growing fouler by the minute.
The clouds continue to roll in, drawing darkness over the cabin that is only broken by brilliant flashes of lightning. Thunder cracks and Lazarus twitches, pacing from corner to corner like a caged animal.
“I might kill you,” he says, turning his attention to me.
“You warned me of that the first storm, and you did not. I trust you won’t again.”
“I might. I’ve told you what I crave, and here you are.
My captive. My Lambchop. All mine,” he growls, voice pitching low.
He moves towards me on the bed with a wicked gleam in his eye.
I scan his body because I can’t help myself, noting that the bulge at the junction of his thighs is prominent beneath the linen pants he wears.
“You like what you see?” he asks, as he has asked me before.
I don’t answer, but I swallow hard, forcing myself to turn my eyes away from temptation, wondering what would happen if I say that I do.
Lazarus laughs as the thunder booms overhead, bringing the pitter-patter of raindrops to spatter down on the roof.
When I take a chance and look at him again, he has removed his shirt and is running his hands down his torso, head tilted upwards and mouth open as he pants hot breaths into the cool air.
It is wicked, but I cannot make myself look away.
Beneath the blanket covering me, my cock grows hard as I watch his hands rub his naked flesh, stopping at the hem of his pants before moving back upwards to crest over his nipples.
He reaches a hand up higher to grab at the base of his throat, the other hand moving down again towards his pelvis.
And then his hand trails lower, dipping beneath the waistband of his pants.
I swallow hard again as I watch his hand move in his pants, imagining what he must be doing in there to himself.
My own cock thickens, pressing against the blankets as I stare at Lazarus, pleasuring himself.
Once again, in his presence I am called to sin, and my cock presses uncomfortably against the front of my shirt.
I grumble to myself, taking my bound hands and pressing on it hard to make it stop calling me towards sin, but it’s useless with Lazarus doing what he is doing right in front of me. His eyes snap open, and he grins at me.
“You can’t stop yourself from watching me, can you?” he murmurs, moving his hands to grip the band of his pants. He makes quick work of pulling them off, kicking them to the side before stalking over to me. “Give me your sin and I will take it, little Lamb.”
My heart beats in my ears like a drum as he stands in front of me, cock jutting out of his pelvis.
“I can’t.” “Fuck that. You want it, you can have it,” he growls, stooping to grab my hands and raise them up above my head.
He presses them against the wall behind me, and I whimper in fear, which only serves to bring a wicked gleam to his eye. “Tell me yes.”
“No.”
“If you need to feel holy, I will fuck you while you pray. We can sin and repent together.”
“You’re the devil,” I whisper, my body betraying me as he crouches over me, his cock pointing at my stomach and my hands held in his.
“I think you’re hard for the devil, you wicked little Lamb,” he says, glancing down at my traitorous dick. “What would your God say?”
“He’d forgive me for my weakness.”
“Then let’s not waste his forgiveness.”
“Lazarus,” I breathe, but I cannot say anything else before his lips capture mine and all thought is stolen from my mind.
Lazarus licks at my mouth, and I let loose a moan, parting my lips to welcome him inside as my body burns in the fires of this sin.
He settles onto my lap, his hips gyrating against my lap as he devours my mouth like it is made of candy.
My own cock craves the friction, and I am ashamed as I adjust my hips to allow his to rub against mine.
I whimper as he grabs my lower lip in his teeth and bites down, hard enough to leave a lingering sting when he lets me go at last.
“Fuck, Lamb,” he moans, rubbing his cock against mine. “I have dreamed of seeing this need in you again. Of filling you with my cum. Of wrecking everything you are and making you mine to keep.”
“Why?” I ask, heart racing, lips swollen from his bruising kiss.
“Because I can and because you want it.”
“I have never wanted this,” I lie. “Of course, you do. It’s okay to want.
It’s okay to need.” He looks into my eyes and then laughs at whatever he sees there, hips still moving his cock against mine.
“It is. I can tell you don’t believe me, but here in this cabin, you can want me.
” My throat tightens as he lets go of my hands to slide down my body, hands slipping down me until he finds my ankles.
“Say yes and I will wreck you,” he whispers, sliding a hand up one of my bare legs. “I will make you feel as you have never felt before, and you will enjoy every moment of it. If you think coming in my hand was the height of pleasure, let me show you the sky.”
His hand rests on my knee, and he looks at me as if he is genuinely waiting for my permission to keep going.
My agreement matters, and perhaps that is why I dip my head, nodding once.
I want this, and that scares me as much as it thrills me.
Lazarus grins, sliding his second hand up to join the first as he makes his way up my body, beneath the hem of my shirt.
I anticipate he is going to grab my cock in his fist, but instead he parts his hands and reaches for my hips, thumbs grazing the base of me before sliding his hands back down.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs reverently as he gazes up from my ankles. “You have no idea how lovely you are, Daylan.”
My cheeks flush, heating as Lazarus reaches and grips the edge of the shirt where it rests on my thigh.
He slowly slips it up my body, and I lift my legs to help, heart pounding like a drum inside me.
Finally, he has pushed it up to gather at my thighs, and then he grins up at me.
“Lift your ass and show me that beautiful cock of yours.”
I do as I am bidden, raising my hips up as Lazarus slides the shirt up to reveal my aching length. It juts out at his face, and he laughs softly, reaching for it with his hand.
“Eager,” he murmurs, eyes meeting mine. “I like you this way.”
“Okay,” I agree, because I don’t know what else to say.
He laughs again, then strokes my length as he did before, squeezing tight and creating a channel in his hand for me to slide.
My hips move upwards as he moves his hand down, sending shivers through my body.
He reaches down and touches himself as he moves his hand on me, moaning softly into the thunder overhead.