27. Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
The fabric fell over his shoulders. How relieved he was not to hesitate, not to care as he looked into Nicholas’ eyes at the same moment the fae’s hand fell on his silver shoulder. In that moment, the appendage wasn’t cursed at all, merely another part of him to burn beneath his lover’s touch.
Nicholas settled his hands on William’s neck, running a thumb over his bottom lip. He took that thumb between his lips to run his tongue over the pad.
“I did,” he replied and brought them chest to chest. Feeling Nicholas against him without barrier brought him to a high he so missed.
He kissed Nicholas with reckless abandon.
“You were always there, in my dreams, around every corner, haunting me. I dreamt about fucking you, about you fucking me. You drive me mad in every conceivable way.”
Nicholas caught his thigh to set aside, allowing the fae to drop to his knees. “Then let me drive you mad here. I will make up for every moment you were without me, and I without you.”
Slim fingers relieved him of his trousers, leaving him bare for Nicholas’ unyielding attention. He cursed when Nicholas grabbed his cock. The shade worked slowly, never breaking eye contact. His breath stuttered, hips trembled, then thrust against Nicholas’ touch.
Nicholas kissed his thighs, his words released in a heated breath. “I want you so badly. I want to be reminded what it’s like to be yours.”
One hand pressed against the wall, preventing him from falling when Nicholas’ mouth spread over his cock.
The other hand caught in Nicholas’ hair, losing themselves in dark curls as he lost himself in Nicholas’ mouth.
The fae let his hips thrust urgently. Nicholas’ hands held his ass, pressing deeper.
Nicholas could ruin him completely by using nothing more than his delectable mouth.
Those lips, that tongue, they were weapons that could unravel him, and he would be all the happier for it.
When Nicholas retreated, he shuddered. Nicholas didn’t leave him entirely. He spread William’s pre-cum with his palm. Licking his lips, Nicholas said, “How I’ve missed your taste, but I so desperately want you to fuck me.”
“Then take off your clothes and get on the bed.” He watched, transfixed, as Nicholas rid himself of his attire.
Nicholas was more beautiful than ever, more than he could ever want, such eerie perfection that his heart sang a painful longing. The lustful fae caught him in a kiss, then guided them to the bed, where he fell and spread his legs. He held tight to his thighs, giving William an amazing view.
“Such an incredible ass,” he said and took his turn on his knees. He marked Nicholas’ shaking thighs, moving further and further between his legs.
Holding Nicholas’ waist, William licked at his backside.
His hips squirmed, pressing hard against William’s fervent mouth.
He enjoyed teasing Nicholas, pressing his tongue against him, listening to his drawn out whines and pleasured cries.
Feeling Nicholas’ heart racing against the tip of his tongue made his aching jaw worth it.
He departed only to lavish Nicholas with admiration. “I love the sounds you make.” He kissed around Nicholas’ cock, burying his nose in the dark curls along his hips. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” Nicholas repeated over and over after he took to sucking him off. He didn’t know why he needed to hear that, why it made his chest burst with fire. Not from the sex, but something more, something deeper that made him want more.
“Again,” he said, desperately kissing every part of Nicholas.
“I want you, William. I want my cock in your mouth. I want you inside of me. I want you to ruin me.”
The fae released his thighs to dig through the bedside table. William focused on the hot cock in his mouth, bringing his lover to higher ecstasy. Nicholas caught his hand, pouring oil over his fingers. He wasn’t sure how that got in the room, nor did he care.
“Spread yourself for me, trouble,” he ordered, wanting that gorgeous view again.
Nicholas did as he was told, moaning when William rewarded him by slipping his tongue past Nicholas’ relaxing muscle.
There, he stayed, relishing in the sweet whines Nicholas made, the way his ass trembled as William kneaded him.
He departed with a lewd pop before slipping a finger in.
His palm smacked Nicholas hard enough to make his ass shake, then another joined and another.
He curled and twisted his fingers, making Nicholas jerk and moan.
“Are you about to cum?” he ran his tongue up Nicholas’ arousal, tasting him.
“Yes, I’m so close, William, don’t stop.”
“Mm, not yet. There’s more to do.”
Smirking, his fingers fell away. Nicholas’ body lurched toward him before falling, flushed and panting against the mattress.
He could have got off just looking at the fae, but there was so much time to make up for.
How he could want Nicholas more than ever, he didn’t understand.
He doubted he ever would understand this ravenous desire tearing through him like roots in the forest.
“William,” Nicholas whispered, his tone breathless and eyes a strange hue, as if someone mixed two colors on a canvas and neither wished to give up dominance.
“Keep telling me what you want. I’ll give you anything.” He leaned over Nicholas, bringing their hips together. They released a shared moan, hips thrusting, feeling their cocks rub against their stomachs.
“Kiss me,” Nicholas demanded. William caught his moaning lips. He ran his tongue along the roof of the fae’s mouth. “Use your cock to make me cum,” he panted.
He guided Nicholas onto his stomach, where he let Nicholas catch his breath.
He kissed gently along his back, letting his cock glide between Nicholas’ cheeks.
The fae pressed his hips back to meet him, grinding, then William spread him.
He pressed against Nicholas’ entrance, enticing a low groan.
That groan became a whimper of William’s name when he buried himself to the hilt.
Nicholas caught his silver hand to bring to his lips.
He took a finger into his mouth, sucking and licking, making William think of how his cock felt in his mouth.
He pulled out and brought his hips down hard.
Nicholas moaned, and that was all he could handle.
He fucked Nicholas hard, savoring the heat suffocating his cock.
Nothing compared to the feeling of Nicholas’ body beneath his, withering from their shared pleasure.
He caught Nicholas’ wrist behind his back, holding tight.
The fae moaned into the pillows, body mercilessly rocked by William’s ruthless penetrations.
“Harder. Please, my wicked, fuck me harder.” Nicholas whimpered when William brought his hand down on his ass.
William had the abrupt urge to devour him. He leaned down to bite Nicholas’ shoulder. When he looked up, he fell into the lust of Nicholas’ eyes. The fae’s lips parted in a low cry that grew louder with every feverish thrust of his hips and the slapping of his hand against Nicholas’ backside.
William couldn’t get enough of him, his voice, his taste, his body.
He couldn’t stop biting Nicholas’ shoulders, couldn’t cease the mad thrusting of his hips, couldn’t stop himself from yanking on Nicholas’ hair until his neck craned and body shook.
His voice crescendoed, beautiful and intoxicating.
“Wait,” Nicholas gasped, and he somehow had the mind to stop. “I want to watch you fuck me.”
Kissing the back of his neck, he departed from Nicholas’ glorious heat. Nicholas rolled onto his back to lean against the headboard. With Nicholas’ ankles in his hands, spreading him far, William didn’t wait to continue their fucking.
“You look incredible getting fucked,” William moaned. Nicholas’ beauty was unrivaled, unfair enough to drive one wild.
“You’re welcome to fuck me as often as you like.” Nicholas grabbed his arousal, pumping himself in time with Williams’ thrusts. He was utterly transfixed by the sight of William’s cock entering him. “Mm, I’m nearly there. Fuck, I missed you.”
“I missed you too. I missed being inside you. You feel fucking amazing.”
Nicholas gasped when he pulled out and slammed back in. His body rocked against the headboard, nothing but a shivering mess for his hips to abuse. Then he clenched around William’s cock, hand not stopping as cum spilled over his fingertips.
“Don’t pull out,” he moaned. “Cum inside of me.”
If William had any resolve left, it snapped in the face of Nicholas’ pleas.
The unrivaled bliss between them, Nicholas’ warmth suffocating him, his scent and the taste of his sweat.
William’s orgasm rocked him, sending his hips into a short frenzy that had Nicholas crying out his name.
They fell to the bed, heaving for breath, stinking of sex and clinging to each other, kissing, holding like they were starved of attention all their lives.
Nicholas’ eyes were the brightest fuchsia they had ever been. He wanted to drown in them, for them to drown together. At least there, with the world far away, there would be nothing to break them apart, nothing to worry over.
But after Nicholas fell asleep, William slipped out of bed. He had questions, and he needed answers.
He made plenty of foolish decisions in his life. Traversing the halls of Sorrows Well to visit Alvina alone may have been the worst.
The elder fae slept in her nest, awakened by the brush of his feet on the floor.
She sat defensively until she realized who visited.
A human wasn’t a threat, even in her ruined state.
Cackling, Alvina planted her back against the earthen wall.
Her eyes inspected him, an ant beneath a child’s magnifying glass. She could burn him for entertainment.
“You’ve come to visit me alone. Are you brave or foolish?” she asked.
Foolish , though he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of answering truthfully.
“Can he be saved?” he asked instead.
Nicholas shared how Alvina was always curious about shades, so much so that she unintentionally brought Fearworn back to life. If anyone had answers, if anyone had any conceivable path to take, it would be her. Unfortunately.
Alvina had no sweetness to her smile, only pure cruelty. “No shade has.”
“But that doesn’t mean none ever will.”
Alvina leaned forward like a predator prepared to strike. Her eyes caught the fading blue light, reflected like flames. “Laurent warned me about you, Nicholas’ obsession, a mortal medic. What did you do to get him caught in your web?”
He kept a fair distance from her. His gun had iron bullets, if he couldn’t run, though he doubted that would do much to her. “After studying Fearworn, what do you genuinely believe? Is Nicholas doomed to follow in his footsteps?”
Alvina clasped her hands in her lap. “I believe you both are doomed, he to obsess over you, and you to lose yourself to that obsession.”
He didn’t want to hear that, and he had been a fool to seek Alvina out.
She wouldn’t comfort him, wouldn’t promise that the path they walked was the right one and, if she had answers, she wouldn’t have shared.
He was too desperate to find any answer, anything that would tell him, with surety, that he and Nicholas could last forever without leading to their mutual destruction.
Or the destruction of the other people he so loved.
Still, he tried because that’s what desperation did, bring us all to utter ruin. “If I were to stay with him, would it make him worse or could we live together?”
“Of course you could until you made the wrong move. Think of Fearworn, boy,” she spat.
“He loved to create, but he didn’t treat those creations very well, did he?
Tore them apart, sent them to war, and threatened to destroy us all.
Nicholas would keep you close, at first, then never let you see another, perhaps trap you in a deep, dark hole where only he may find you.
In the end, you will both lose everything. ”
“So it doesn’t matter if there are moments when he is more like himself?” He gauged her reactions, knowing she would give away as little as she could, but there was something about her, a curiosity that couldn’t be sated and he had tempted her.
“What moments do you speak of?”
“When we’re together, sometimes his eyes return to what they once were. If what he wants is my love and I give that to him, could there be a chance at relative normalcy?”
Alvina’s warped fingers tugged at one another.
“There has never been a shade obsessed over love. They have always wanted something else, but I cannot imagine it will end well for either of you, regardless.” She cocked her head, making her eyes shine in the dark. “Not what you wanted to hear, dearie?”
He didn’t entertain her with a response. He turned away.
“You must make a choice one day. Will you choose your doom, little one?” She laughed, and the earth laughed with her.
He left her in the dark to meander the halls, worrying of what was to come, and hating himself.
If Nicholas couldn’t be saved, then he would continue to love William.
If he could be saved, what if he didn’t love William anymore?
It was a sick thought that had him leaning his weight against the wall, trying not to vomit.
Am I a bad person for wanting Nicholas’ love to last forever? he thought. He feared losing Nicholas again. He feared losing his love.
But Nicholas proved himself a threat. Would he give up his family to spare them from Nicholas’ wrath? Or would he be forced to give up Nicholas to be with his family?
Love came in many forms, and to give one up for another would be painful, lonely, and ultimately, the wrong choice. One needed both to truly live, but one way or the other, he feared having to live without both.