Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
It took Dariel a moment or two to travel back to himself, feeling the warmth of Athens’ mouth disappear as the other man pulled back. He had been embarrassingly close to finishing, blinking away stars. The knock almost annoyed him.
Athens walked over to the door, pale body lithe and angelic; fine, red-black hair flowing with the movement of his hips.
Dariel watched as the taller man leaned his ear against the door, hand already reaching for the handle as he called out to the other side.
“Godwin? Are you ready?” Athens looked up to where Dariel was still resting against the desk and winked. Cruel.
Dariel blinked as a response and stood up, suddenly very conscious of his nakedness, ready to pick up his discarded shirt.
A muffled sound came from behind the door. “I am, yes. I… would you both…” Godwin still sounded unsure of his words, nerves radiating even from the landing.
“How would you like us, Godwin?” Athens asked sincerely.
How would you like us served? Dariel held his shirt against his privates, hoping it would dull every overwhelming sensation coursing through his veins.
“There’s some… behind you, to the right, in the wardrobe. Inside there are two silk robes. Dressing gowns. If you wouldn’t mind putting them on? I had to guess sizes but…”
Athens bit his lip and closed his eyes, suppressing laughter?
Dariel frowned, then his companion stared at him, face back to being serious.
‘This man is too sweet.’
Dariel relaxed into a smile. Athens wasn’t judging, he was holding back joy.
“Well then, we better do as the master of the house says,” Dariel said, loud enough to be heard from beyond the door.
He dropped his shirt and walked over to the other side of the room to trace his fingers over the mahogany wardrobe before pulling the pin that held the doors closed.
Athens was by his side a second later, the taller man’s presence gracing Dariel’s back with the warmth of breath.
Athens’ hand wandered around to Dariel’s cock, snaking around his length as Dariel reached up to pull out the silk shawls.
Dariel closed his eyes and melted into the touch, but the first moan of pleasure he let out shot his eyes wide open in realisation.
‘We need to wait for him now. It’s unfair we’re leaving him out.’
‘Oh, I know,” Athens’ grip loosened slightly. ‘But I still want you now.’ He pleaded into their minds.
The two separated with mild difficulty and examined the gowns they’d been left with. The finest deep red silk embroidered with black lace with a sash of black and gold ribbon woven through the belt loops.
Athens held his robe up, eyes the size of golf balls as he examined the material. “Damn, this has my name written all over it. It’s a dream.” He scrunched the fabric between his long fingers, intensely analysing.
Dariel rested his flat on the bed. “It’s a beautiful design,” he said, dusting his fingers over the detailing within the lace.
He then turned around to see the other man had already slipped his on, and was twirling around in it, hair blending into the colours almost perfectly.
It truly was made for Athens; the vampire tying it loosely at the waist to still show off the triangle of chest in the middle.
The silk hung off him as smoothly as flowing water.
Dariel quickly dressed himself in his own robe, wrapping the flaps of material around his body slightly tighter. It felt like heaven over his back and shoulders, truly one of the most divine things he’d ever allowed himself to wear.
“May I come in?” Godwin called out, and after absorbing each other’s appearance, the pair of them strode back over to the door, approving Godwin’s entrance.
The older looking man entered slowly, dressed in a robe not too dissimilar, though his was much less fancy. It was the deep green of a forest, but instead was trimmed in a simple strip of pale gold. No lace or extra detailing, though still of the finest silk.
He looked hesitant, chewing the inside of his cheek, causing his moustache to twitch. He smelled of pine, the fresh shower scent swirling into Dariel’s nostrils.
Godwin closed the door behind him and stepped before the pair, hands grasped loosely in front of him.
“Oh,” Godwin sighed with a smile, pulling at the chord around his waist, “you both look so handsome.”
Dariel was still warm from his previous endeavour with Athens, but hearing Godwin’s soothing voice again sent him spiralling.
His breathing went entirely out of control as he eyed Godwin up and down.
The other man’s chest was slightly exposed, showing the bed of greying hair rising up his sternum, matching the coarse, pale hairs on his solid calves. Dariel gulped, fully hard.
There was a brief pause of ‘what next?’ before anyone spoke again. Dariel was already imagining all the positions he hoped to give and experience over the course of the night, and tried to hold back the begging he was so close to doing.
Athens stepped forward, hands loose by his side. “You know the man I am, yes?” He took a sharp inhale and held on in anticipation of Godwin’s response, standing eye level with the man in front of him.
Their host smiled, lowering his head. “Oh, yes. I do. I believe I figured it out a while ago. You are okay with… going ahead, yes?”
Athens breathed out. “Of course, it’s nice not having to make a big deal of it.”
“Well you are one of the most beautiful men I have ever encountered, dear Athens.” He held Athens’ shoulder and squeezed. “I’m very glad I found you. Glad it will be you.” Mild melancholy laced his voice.
Dariel inwardly winced. He still thinks he’s going to die tonight.
Athens just smiled.
“And Dariel,” Godwin had a nervous cough, looking down slightly at Dariel’s body, “have I, erm…” their host blushed, pulse quickening at his discovery, “or was that Athens’ doing?”
The only thing Dariel could do was laugh, eyes closed to save embarrassment, until a warm, rough hand found the shape of his neck and entered his space.
He reopened his eyes to meet the deep browns, greens and golds of Godwin’s irises; thick, light brown eyebrows hanging over his brow in a permanent but soft scowl.
His glasses had been removed, allowing Dariel to fully admire the beauty of the man’s eyes.
He gulped again. “Both,” he panted out, maintaining focus as he stepped even closer so their bodies were almost touching.
Godwin was a good few inches taller than Dariel, so he let his head press into Godwin’s chest, focusing in on the strong beating of his heart.
A ghost of a hand reached for his erection, and he almost pushed fully into it. If it were not for the sudden hunger pangs he felt, causing him to push away abruptly in a panic.
He shouldn’t feel hungry, but sometimes arousal clouded his senses. He couldn’t think straight.
Godwin staggered back a little, fear in his eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry, was that too soon? Are you not… you don’t have to…”
‘You okay?’
‘I’m fine, sorry, yes. He’s… I need to fuck or be fucked in the next half hour, or I might scream.’
Athens answered for him, making a small noise from deep in his throat. “He’s hungry. He’ll be fine in a moment. You can have your fun with him soon.”
Godwin’s gaze settled. “And you?” he questioned innocently.
Athens raised his head but looked down slightly, walking over to Godwin and placing a finger under his chin, indicating he had maybe an inch or two on their host. “My body is yours tonight, dear Godwin. Do as you please,” he promised in a sensual whisper.
Dariel watched Godwin’s lips part slightly as Athens held him up, desire in both men’s eyes.
“Shall we?” Letting go of Godwin and pacing backwards, Athens lifted an arm and pointed towards the bed as elegantly as the Creation of Adam, his long sleeve flowing alongside his hair in one fluid motion, like a fairy prince from a childhood tale.
If the vampires of fiction were truly real, Athens was the closest thing to a king to Dariel. A regal vampire lord who lived in the crumbling ruin of a castle in the deepest shadows in the corner of the world.
Maybe this could be their castle.
Godwin looked to be moving over to the bed, but he held back, turning to face Athens again.
The way Athens looked down to Godwin then flicked his gaze over to Dariel almost sent him to his knees.
It did not feel like only moments ago his tongue had been between Athens’ legs, the man above him fully surrendering to the touch.
No, now he believed he would need to win back that privilege again, as the taller man lifted his head high and held the room with a ten-foot presence.
Ruin me, Athens.
“Tell us how you hoped this evening would begin,” Athens practically demanded; a lord to his subjects.
Dariel stayed silent, stepping over to stand side by side with Godwin, their arms brushing.
“The bed, please. I want you both lying on the bed. So I can take my time. So we can take our time.”
Oh, this is going to be fun.
Dariel did not wait for Athens to move first, he already picked his side and lay himself down to the left of Godwin, making sure his robe covered everything.
He was joined by Athens, who lay himself down to Godwin’s right with far more artistic control.
Their minds touched briefly as they both became offerings to the man who now stood at the foot of the bed, breathing heavily.
“Are you both okay with this?” Their host double checked, unsure in himself still.
“More than,” Dariel said, tipping his head against the soft bedding. “I want you.” He let it all out.
Athens grinned. “I’m waiting.”
The base of the bed dipped as a third body joined them, Godwin kneeling between the pair of them, hands raising to undo each belt at the same time.
Athens sighed quietly in satisfaction.