Chapter 11 Worship
Worship
“Drew could have been hurt!” Zach snapped at Kensington, brushing aside the ice pack Drew was holding out to him. “Where the hell were you?”
Kensington had righted one of the kitchen chairs and was sitting in it, looking scarily at home amidst the wreckage of the kitchen. “I had been dealing with another matter,” he said archly. “I actually have a job to do, you know. I don’t exist solely to babysit Mr Phillips.”
“Hey!” Drew protested.
“He could have been hurt!” Zach reiterated, pacing the room in his agitation.
“Zach, I’m fine,” Drew assured him. “It’s okay.”
Zach sighed and finally stilled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know. It’s just, it could have gone very differently.”
“At least they seem to be gone for good,” Kensington said.
“Did I . . . did I kill them?” Drew asked, not sure if he wanted to know the answer. Demons or not, he didn’t really want murder on his hands.
“It’s hard to say,” Kensington said. “There’s no trace of their energy remaining here at all, but that could just be because you banished them and sealed off any chance of them returning.”
“Trust me, Drew, the universe is a better place if you did,” Zach said. “No one’s gonna miss them.”
That really didn’t make Drew feel any better. He resisted the sudden urge to cry, but he couldn’t stop the tears from welling in his eyes.
Zach must have seen it because all the anger and tension drained from him at once and he hurried across the kitchen to Drew, and took him gently by the arms. “Hey, sweetness, it’s okay.”
“But I might have killed them,” Drew said, his voice trembling.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Drew. I’m so sorry you were put in this situation because of me.” He pulled Drew to his chest and wrapped his arms around him, and Drew buried his face against Zach’s shirt.
“It’s my fault, not yours,” Drew told him. “It was me who stupidly thought I could make dinner. If I’d just listened to you and ordered in, this would never have happened.”
Kensington stood up and laid a hand on Drew’s shoulder. “Honestly, Drew, there’s no proof that you did kill them. You may very well have simply banished them. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”
Drew nodded but didn’t look up.
“Why don’t you come round tomorrow and we’ll unpack exactly what you did and see if we can figure out what happened?”
“Okay,” Drew whispered.
“Good, then I’ll see you both then.”
Drew stayed where he was but he felt the pressure in the room change, and then when it had returned to normal, he knew Kensington was gone, having magically transported himself back to the Collective.
He nuzzled against Zach’s chest, taking comfort in his warmth.
“I’m sorry,” he said, voice muffled against the fine material of his shirt.
“What on earth are you sorry for?” Zach asked, sounding surprised.
Drew shrugged. “For getting upset, like a baby.”
“Oh, sweetness, no. Don’t apologise for being human. You have every right to be upset.”
Drew slipped his arms further around Zach to hug him tighter and felt how tense he was. “You’re still upset too.”
Zach sighed. “Yeah, Drew, I am.”
“Why?”
“Because Beelzebub and Asmodeus could really have hurt you, and I would never have forgiven myself if they had.”
“But they didn’t.”
“But they could have. I know I’m being silly, but dammit, Drew, I should be protecting you. I didn’t do a very good job.”
Drew had been going to wait until after their romantic dinner to attempt to take their relationship to the next level, but he figured now was as good a time as any. “Zach, I’m fine, I promise. But maybe it would help you calm down if you could see for yourself? Get up close and personal.”
“What do you mean?”
Drew’s cheeks were so hot, he was sure his face was on fire. “I um . . . I want you to . . . ”
“Yes?” Zach urged.
“I want you to fuck me,” Drew blurted.
Zach grinned, and it was good to see him loosening up, even if the cost was Drew’s dignity. “Oh really?”
Drew nodded. “Yeah.”
“And you think this will help calm me down?”
He nodded again. “Yep.”
Zach reached up and brushed his thumb across Drew’s cheek. “You know, I think you’re right.”
Drew leaned into the touch and his eyes fluttered closed. “What do you need me to do?” he asked.
“You don’t have to do a thing, sweetness, just let me take care of you,” Zach whispered, then he scooped Drew into his arms and walked through to the main room so he could put him gently on the bed.
Drew tried to calm his nerves as Zach divested him of his clothing, peppering his skin with kisses as it was revealed. He could do this, he could. He wanted this. There was nothing to be nervous about. Zach was going to take care of him.
And his angel did.
Once they were both naked, Zach took his time, caressing and kissing all over Drew’s body.
His strong fingers danced over every curve, each muscle, each protruding bone.
It wasn’t long before Drew’s whole body relaxed and he sank against the mattress, his eyes closed as he simply allowed himself to feel.
“You’re so beautiful,” Zach whispered. “You look like more of an angel than I ever did.” Then he captured Drew’s mouth in a kiss which was both gentle and needy.
Drew didn’t even hear Zach get supplies, but shortly afterwards his legs were being encouraged to part and he felt the bed shift as Zach settled between them.
He felt a finger circle his entrance and a moment later it was back, slick with lube.
As it sank inside, Drew felt a momentary pang of panic at the intrusion—it felt massive and it was only a fingertip!
—but Zach paused, ran his other hand soothingly over Drew’s side, and then as his body relaxed once more, it suddenly didn’t feel big and scary anymore, but simply not enough.
More? Zach’s voice whispered in Drew’s mind as if he didn’t want speech to intrude upon their intimacy.
Yes!
Zach slipped the finger in even deeper and then pulled out slightly before slipping it back in. He repeated this slowly a few times, but at Drew’s inarticulate whine for more, he began to fuck into him even faster.
More, Zach, please, Drew begged silently.
The single digit was removed, but was soon back with another, wet and cool with more lube.
There was a slight burn as the wider girth breached him, but it soon passed and Drew bucked his hips, taking Zach in even deeper.
Zach chuckled and then twisted his fingers around, searching for something.
Everything suddenly felt even better, and Drew knew Zach had found his prostate.
It wasn’t electric, and it didn’t make him want to instantly come like he’d seen in porn.
It was simply more pleasurable. The more Zach slid the pads of his fingers across the spot, the better it felt, the feeling building slowly and gradually.
Drew’s cock was lying hard against his stomach, forgotten for now but dripping constantly.
I want you so much, sweetness.
Please, Zach, need you inside me.
Zach withdrew his fingers, and Drew let his eyes flutter open so he could watch Zach slick up his cock.
Zach caught him watching and smiled, a smile full of fondness and affection, and Drew smiled back.
His heart felt so full he was worried it might burst. Was this love?
Or was it simply lust? He didn’t know and now wasn’t the time to ponder such things, so instead he drew Zach down into another kiss, eager for more.
Zach gazed down at Drew beneath him and was momentarily floored by how deep his feelings were for him.
Trusting, kind, and funny, Drew had brought joy and laughter back into Zach’s life.
He had a fierce need to protect Drew, to keep him safe, to make him happy, and his heart clenched as he remembered how close he’d come to losing him that day.
Beelzebub and Asmodeus had been dangerous, and they would have torn Drew apart if it meant making Zach suffer.
When Drew had banished them—more than likely killing them in the process, but he’d keep that tidbit to himself as he knew it would upset Drew—he’d felt immense relief.
The threat was gone and Drew would be safe.
Zach had been unable to stop himself from touching every inch of Drew’s skin, caressing it with his lips and checking for hidden injuries with his hands.
He’d known deep down that Drew was fine, but he’d had to check, to make sure just in case.
But Drew was unharmed, and he was perfect, and he wanted Zach.
Zach understood just how big a deal this was for Drew, and he was going to do everything he could to make this the most glorious moment of Drew’s life.
When he finally slipped inside Drew, so tight and hot, he watched intently for any signs of distress.
Drew had closed his eyes again but his face was slack with pleasure, his mouth open in a soft O.
Zach sank in slowly . . . slowly . . . taking his time, giving Drew time to get used to the feeling of being filled with more than just fingers.
When he finally felt his pelvis pushing snugly against Drew’s ass, he leaned down and slipped his arm under his shoulders, holding him close as he balanced on his other elbow.
Feel so good, he whispered inside Drew’s mind.
I never thought it would be like this, Drew replied.
I’m gonna take care of you, Drew. I’ll make you feel so good.
He felt Drew’s lips move in a smile against his cheek, and Zach held him even tighter. When Drew’s hips began to rock, Zach started to move—shallow thrusts because of the way they were entwined, but he knew he was putting pressure on Drew’s prostate the whole time.
Zach had never had sex with anyone like this before.
He’d never cared about anyone like this before either.
He knew what they were doing wasn’t having sex, or fucking, or any of the other vulgar terms that were used .
. . they were making love. And as he kissed Drew deeply, moving slowly inside him, he knew it wasn’t just a saying.
He loved Drew, even though they’d only known each other for such a short time.
He buried his face against Drew’s throat, holding him even closer as he continued to move inside him.
Suddenly there was a weight on his back he hadn’t felt in centuries, and he gasped, causing Drew’s eyes to fly open. He looked up in wonder as Zach exercised muscles he’d long thought lost. Black feathers with a faint red sheen to them dipped down to caress Drew’s face.
“Oh, Zach,” he said aloud. “They’re beautiful. Just like you.”
Zach couldn’t say anything as he found himself at a loss for words, so he tried to show Drew through actions.
His wings blanketed them as they continued to make love, and they quivered as he came deep inside Drew.
When Drew cried out as Zach jerked him to completion, they stroked lovingly over his cheek.
He wrapped them both up in a feathery cocoon as they drifted off to sleep, and when he woke in the morning to find his wings were once again gone, he didn’t despair.
They had come back, the strength of his love for Drew giving them the life force they needed to exist. And he knew, without a doubt, that once the gem in his chest was gone, when his ties to Hell were cut, his wings would return.
Zach curled around Drew, holding him close, and allowed himself to drift back to sleep, content in the knowledge that things were going to be okay.