Chapter 11 #3
“I can’t stop looking at you both. You’re beautiful. Angels sent from heaven. Just for me.”
“Just for you, Godwin. Now touch yourself when you address us, it’s bad form not to,” Athens insisted.
Godwin nodded frantically as Dariel slowed his own hand to match the pace of the man before him.
For a minute there was silence, only heavy breaths and jerking movements, Athens’ fingers slipping down Dariel’s throat, pulling him back once more as Dariel came again, making a mess on his stomach and the sheets around them.
Godwin’s eyes widened at the scene, rubbing himself harder in adoration of the art in front of him.
“Messy little man, aren’t you?” Athens whispered into Dariel’s ear before nibbling the tip of it.
“I need to be inside you. Need to feel you come around me.”
“Challenge accepted. But let him touch you again, I love watching you both react to each other.” Athens said it loud enough for Godwin to hear. A bleeding ink smile spread across their host’s face.
“Come here now, Dariel,” Godwin demanded as Athens released him.
Dariel raised to his knees and shuffled towards Godwin before sitting up and resting both hands on his shoulders. “Is that how you talk to your elders?”
Godwin’s mouth fell open, desire the only thing shining in his eyes. Dariel swallowed at the same time the human did, both their throats bobbing in sync. “How did you imagine touching me?”
In response, Godwin eased himself back off the bed and wandered over to the bedside drawer, pulling out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube.
Athens made a giddy sound, still lying relaxed on the bed, fingers mindlessly circling through the hairs between his legs.
‘He’s gonna fuck you silly.’
‘God, you make it sound so…’
‘And I get to watch.’
“Can you… erm, get into position?” Godwin was back to nerves again, despite what they’d all just done together.
Athens raised a brow and turned to face Dariel on the bed. ‘Go on then, do as the master says.’ He parted his legs to tease, a sheen coating the entire length of his lips.
Dariel got himself onto all fours, eyes focused solely on the feast at the head of the bed as Godwin stepped back around the back of the bed and squirted lube onto his fingers.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” Godwin said gently, cold hands parting Dariel’s cheeks slightly before inserting his first finger.
At the slight pain, Dariel winced and bent his elbows more, but he tried to remain focused on Athens in front of him, still teasing his own fingers between his legs, other hand tracing lines across his soft chest.
Godwin found his rhythm, pushing the finger deeper and deeper, Dariel moaning their names over and over as he was rocked into the mattress and even Athens started crying out in glee.
Godwin eventually decided to try two fingers as Dariel loosened up, but by that point, all Dariel could see was stars behind his eyes.
“Oh God… At least put three… ahh.” Dariel shuddered as Godwin pinched all four fingers together and coaxed them inside.
‘That’s it. Scream his name if you have to. You’re coming undone.’
Dariel didn’t even have the strength to respond, his thighs trembling.
“I can’t hear you,” Godwin teased as Dariel collapsed into the bed, panting for breath.
“Godwin. That was…” he tried. Knowing all eyes were on him. “I…huh. God.”
“I think he’s done for,” Athens joked, eyeing Dariel’s collapsed form, fists clenched into the sheets. “My turn.”
‘Fuck me first.’
‘Rest a bit, Dariel, you’re on the verge of passing out.’
‘I’m not. I can go on. I…’
Athens rolled his eyes and sat up, Dariel not having the muscle strength to even move an inch, body exhausted.
He heard the movements as Godwin and Athens joined together, listened to them moan and gasp and chant each other’s names as he came back into himself.
When he finally managed to turn, he glimpsed Godwin’s hands splayed out under Athens’ neck and chest as he thrust inside the vampire from behind; Athens’ teeth visible, hair tattered around him.
Dariel shuffled back into a seating position, spectating, and ignoring the slight soreness as he watched how they both went from standing, to Athens bending forward and Godwin arching down onto him, passion burning in their eyes.
‘God, he knows what he’s doing.’
‘He was made for us.’
Athens looked up through his lashes, both hands forming fists on the duvet, his raven hair spilling over and pooling around him.
It wasn’t the brightest light, but Dariel thought perhaps he could see lighter roots on Athens’ scalp.
It was hard to believe the jet blackness of his hair was natural, but it made Dariel smile.
“You’re not pulling out until you come inside me.
” Athens strained his neck around to instruct Godwin, which Dariel found ungodly attractive.
He couldn’t stop staring. Admiring. The fluttering in his lungs returned as he watched them both move faster and sharper, until Godwin finished and collapsed on top of Athens, forcing the pair of them into the mattress.
The three of them lay alongside each other for a while, recovering. Athens remained on his front, Godwin in the middle.
“I never thought I’d be able to experience something like this again,” Godwin finally spoke, staring up at the ceiling, his broad shoulders pressing into Dariel’s.
“It’s been a while for me too,” Dariel said, trying to follow Godwin’s line of sight, analysing the patterns in the canopy of the cover atop the four-poster bed.
“Is it selfish?”
“What? Sex?”
“All of this. What I want.”
Dariel shook his head and reached for Godwin’s hand, clasping it tight. “Never. Never be ashamed of your desires.”
Do you still want to die? The unspoken question.
A mild snore sound came from Athens' side and the pair of them turned.
“He’s gone to the world,” Dariel said, peering over Godwin’s side at the peaceful form of Athens, tattooed arm up beside his face as support, eyelids fluttering with long black lashes shadowing over.
“He’s like a sleeping fairy prince, don’t you think? Like the ones our parents read to us as children,” Godwin observed, lowering his voice.
“Did your parents read to you a lot?” Was the question that came out of Dariel’s mouth, not: I thought the same. Our sleeping prince.
Godwin settled onto his back again with a low sigh. The broader man’s body covering the sight of Athens on his other side. Dariel tucked himself closer into Godwin’s side, lifting his knees up slightly. For warmth.
“My mother did, when I was very young, then it became the nanny’s job, then as soon as I could read myself, it became my job.”
Dariel stayed silent, dragging his teeth over his lips, deep in thought.
“You miss it, don’t you? Being alive?” Godwin asked.
“A bit, but I am still alive, just not quite in the same way. Life is worth living, no matter how hard it seems. I suppose I am fortunate I get to live it forever, despite the sadness immortality brings.” Dariel tried not to disappear too deeply inside himself with his response, mind gently teasing him with images of Annette, and of who he imagined Sparrow would have grown up to be.
“I am sorry about your wife. I truly am,” Godwin said, eyes fixed straight ahead.
Did I make it that obvious?
But no shadows came this time.
“Thank you,” Dariel said softly. “I’m sorry about your life too. I wish I could have been here sooner.” He really meant it.
Godwin only nodded.
Less than five minutes had gone by before Athens stirred back awake and jolted upright, hair flopped all over his face and shoulders.
“The prince awakes,” Godwin said, his voice merrier than it had been moments before. Dariel sat up too.
Athens formed an ‘oh’ sound with his mouth then blinked a few times, squinting to make out the room.
“Back from the land of nod?” Dariel jested, sitting up fully; ignoring the ache.
Athens took in a deep breath before rubbing his temple, looking away slightly. “I didn’t fall asleep during sex, did I?” he muttered to no one in particular.
At that, Godwin grumbled a low laugh, wheezing as he did so. “No, you were perfectly awake for that. Perhaps I worked you too hard?”
That was enough for Athens to snap his attention back to them both. “Oh, God, no. We were just getting started, weren’t we?”
‘I still need you inside me.’
‘You bounced back fast, didn’t you? We can wait, you know. After all, as you said, we’re not going anywhere.’
Athens smirked but held off from making eye contact with Dariel.
“I’m not ready to end the night yet, I still haven’t had the privilege of seeing Dariel here fuck you.
” Athens reached out his tattooed arm to cup Godwin’s bearded chin.
“I can be quite stubborn if I don’t get my own way.
” He pinched Godwin’s skin, then sat up from the bed, shaking his hair out and looking back to the men on the bed.
“Where do you want me?” Dariel whispered into Godwin’s ear, rubbing a hand down his side, and brushing through the thick hairs on Godwin’s arm.
Athens moved around the bed to hand Dariel a condom and lube, stroking his shoulder and letting his hair tickle his side. “Give him a good time, then it’s my turn.”
‘You enjoy drawing things out, don’t you?’
‘It’s a special kind of torture. I can wait. He’s going to ask me to drain him soon.’
‘Which you’re not going to do.’
‘I’ll have a little taste, nothing more.’
‘Then?’
‘Then you’re going to be beneath and inside me all at once.’
Dariel closed his eyes and attempted to swallow the lump in his throat, turning back to Godwin. “Do you want it here?” He teased a single finger around the perimeter of Godwin’s hole.
The larger man gasped and clenched his cheeks tight.
“You’ll have to relax now. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
Godwin nodded. “Do it, I need you.”
Dariel rolled on the condom, lubed his fingers up, and worked himself inside, a finger at a time. Athens remained behind him before slowly circling the bed like a lion, eyes fixed on his food.