Chapter 19
Gabriel
The swallowtails wouldn’t leave, not even when the rain picked up, battering their delicate wings. Gabriel stood near the open window, studying the pair as they circled Nicholas, forming a halo above him before perching along the wooden headboard.
His long limbs twitched beneath the thin bedsheet, his hunger and arousal disturbing his sleep. Gabriel had unraveled his braids, stroking his hair in the way that usually soothed him. It hadn’t worked. Only one thing would.
He’d be awake soon, and Gabriel needed to be ready.
He removed his clothes and drew in his first breath since entering the apartment, absorbing the scent of blood and lust that consumed the space. Both rose from Nicholas’s soft skin like invisible vapors.
Uncontrollable need slammed into Gabriel, pinning him to the wall. His fangs pierced his bottom lip, and the flesh below his eyes rippled. He’d fed more than necessary for this moment, so he tapped into his satiation, using it as fuel to rein himself in.
Through the rain-splattered glass, he watched the dark animal inside him recede. It scratched beneath the surface of his skin, begging to be unleashed again.
Not tonight.
That would come later—if Nicholas found it in himself to forgive.
Thunder rumbled, startling Nicholas in his sleep. Gabriel uncovered him, watching his cock rise and curve, and darken with need. They’d be in this bed all night, until Gabriel’s seed met the demands of Nicholas’s body, until it tamed his heat.
Did he have time to tell him the truth first? To apologize? Nicholas’s moan of agony said no. Gabriel eyed the crucifix around his sweat-slicked neck, and for the first time ever, he prayed to a God he didn’t even believe existed.
Nicholas woke gasping, face twisting with pain. Gabriel crawled over him—his own cock pointed and heavy—sealing their lips together for a blood-kiss.
There was no buildup to the madness. Nicholas bit down on Gabriel’s lower lip, cutting all the way through in his frantic attempt to deepen the kiss.
Gabriel grunted through the sting, the wound healing too quickly. He pulled away to spit into his palm, preparing to address Nicholas’s other need. Nicholas whimpered, blindly seeking out Gabriel’s mouth, biting down on him once again.
He came the moment Gabriel’s slicked palm wrapped around his dick, trembling so hard the bed rocked beneath them. Cum soaked Gabriel’s fingers, streaming past his wrists. The need to fuck Nicholas became overwhelming, his hips thrusting of their own accord.
“Aktar,” Nicholas begged, barely lucid. “Not enough. More.”
Gabriel felt torn between doing the right thing and giving Nicholas what he so desperately needed. He wasn’t sure which choice would be the act of kindness or cruelty.
There was no time for the truth now, not when Nicholas straddled him, stuck somewhere between past and present.
“Aktar,” he demanded again, perfectly accented. Gabriel wondered what part of his life Nicholas was traveling through right then.
Nicholas swayed above him, his pupils clouding and clearing as he shifted between then and now. “Fuck me.” His failing heart sped up a fraction, but not enough to deny the crossroads they’d come to.
Gabriel faltered beneath Nicholas’s taut body, beneath the strength of his hunger.
“Please. I’m begging you.” A tear trailed down his flushed cheek.
Gabriel held him back with a hand in his hair, waiting for some of the wildness to leave his eyes before asking, “Who am I?”
Nicholas strained to get to his mouth, pistoning his hips.
“Who am I?” Gabriel forced out, the friction testing his conscience.
“G-Gabriel,” Nicholas stammered. “Please.”
“And who are you?” He needed to be clear. He needed to know that at some point before this all started, Nicholas knew what they were doing.
In answer, Nicholas moved as if Gabriel’s cock had already worked its way inside him, as though pretending eased some of the pain.
“Tell me,” Gabriel commanded.
“Nicholas. I-I’m Nicholas.”
Their cocks continued to rub as Nicholas rode the air.
“Do you want me, Nicholas?” The ache in his voice ran deep, deeper than it ever had.
Wide-eyed and frenzied, Nicholas situated Gabriel’s cock between the crease of his ass, gliding back and forth on it. “I want you more than anything. Now, please.”
Gabriel’s hold loosened as his heart soared, and he allowed himself to believe Nicholas wouldn’t live to regret that.
Nicholas’s gaze grew distant, and he swooped into the curve of Gabriel’s neck, ripping into him like a rabid dog.
Gabriel’s hiss was cut short when Nicholas latched onto him, suctioning his mouth against the already healing wound. He growled in clear frustration, lips painted crimson, a faint sapphire glow lighting up his intoxicated stare.
He went at Gabriel again with teeth bared, the cross dangling at his throat. Gabriel held him back by the neck, flipping him onto the bed.
“It h-hurts,” he croaked. “Please.” His pupils were wheat brown again, expanding over the whites of his eyes.
Wanting to relieve his pain, Gabriel fingered the secretion dripping from his own cock, bringing the digit to Nicholas’s hole. Nicholas was too far gone to notice, his eyes rolling back when Gabriel eased a finger inside him.
“Yes,” Nicholas breathed, rolling his hips. His scent intensified, making Gabriel’s gums tingle.
“You’re beautiful like this,” Gabriel praised, swiping his tongue over Nicholas’s tears. His thick hair was wild and wavy; the tiny freckle on his left cheek spotlit by his blush.
Gabriel pressed another finger in, pushing past the tight resistance. Heat enveloped the digits, wrapping around them like an inferno cloaked in velvet. His cock twitched against Nicholas’s inner thigh.
“I’ve thought about this moment for so long.” He pressed another blood-kiss to Nicholas’s lips, prepared for his bite of greed this time. Nicholas licked and sucked at Gabriel’s mouth while undulating onto his hand.
Gabriel held his wrists above his head with one hand, and Nicholas twisted, trying to break free.
“Put your cock in me.” His pupils fogged, lips curling away from blunt teeth.
“Haalan,” he ordered, his tone almost callous, then whispered, “Arjouk.”
I beg you.
Gabriel waited for his gaze to soften and his eyes to return to their natural state.
“You need to be ready for me, my love. Because once my cock is inside of you, there will be no stopping me.”
Nicholas shuddered as Gabriel forced a third finger in.
“You’re so tight.” He wondered if this would be enough, wondered if Nicholas’s body would reject or accommodate him.
“Let me go.”
“No.” Gabriel held his wrists tighter, leaning in to suck his mark onto Nicholas’s chest.
“Fuck!” Nicholas clenched around Gabriel’s fingers, creating more resistance as Gabriel fucked him with four digits now.
“It… isn’t… e-enough.” Nicholas fought for every word. “I need your cock. I… I need your cum.”
“You’ll soon have both.” His self-lubrication had created a mess, leaking onto the sheet and running through the trimmed hair on Nicholas’s groin.
Nicholas nodded. “Let me go.”
Gabriel relented, and Nicholas shoved him onto his back with surprising strength, lining Gabriel’s cock up with his hole and sinking onto it.
Gabriel’s roar shook the bedframe, causing the two swallowtails to take flight. Thunder clapped beyond the open window, the rain now a force to be reckoned with.
Nicholas cried out, digging his nails into Gabriel’s chest. Neither of them moved, and Gabriel kept his eyes closed until the heat behind them cooled.
He sat up abruptly, yanking Nicholas’s head back. “Is this what you wanted?”
His cock throbbed inside Nicholas, reaching, expanding, overtaking, and branding him.
“Yes.”
“You are mine, Nicholas Armahn. Your body is mine. Your pleasure, your joy, your pain… They all belong to me.”
The bulb blew, sealing them in darkness.
Gabriel gripped Nicholas’s hips, slowly lifting him until only the tip of his cock remained, then slammed him back down.
“Nnngh!” Nicholas cried out. “God…”
“I’m going to fuck you all night.” The low pitch of Gabriel’s voice added something deadly to his promise. “You need my cum?”
“Y-yes.” Nicholas dug his fingers into Gabriel’s shoulders, taking the ruthless fucking.
“My cum will weep from your body, leak from every part of you by the time I’m through.”
Gone was his guilt and indecision. In that moment, he was pure predator, and Nicholas was his possession, his captured prey.
The scent of his cum would emit from every pore along Nicholas’s body, from every breath he exhaled, and the tangible proof would trickle from him for days to come.
There would be no mistaking that he’d had him. That he’d conquered him.
“So f-full.” Nicholas’s bottom lip trembled.
“Yes,” Gabriel breathed. “Take all of it.”
Nicholas’s head fell back, exposing the long column of his neck. Gabriel ran his nose up and down the throbbing vein there.
“Feed, Muharib,” Nicholas whispered, holding Gabriel to him. “Feed.”
Gabriel scraped his teeth along the plump artery, tempted. He jerked back at the sensation of his canines descending.
“Arrabet.” Nicholas stiffened, mouth parting as his orgasm neared. “Arrabet.”
Gabriel pushed him onto his back, gripping his face as he fucked him from above. “Stay with me, Nicholas. Stay with me.”
He didn’t know how much of this Nicholas would remember once it was over, but he wanted to ensure he never forgot the first time they climaxed together, the first time Gabriel came inside of him.
He slowed down, feeding Nicholas only half of his cock, pulling him from the edge and back to the present.
“Gabriel?”
“Yes. Stay with me. I want to see your beautiful brown eyes when you come. I want you to know that it’s my body giving you pleasure, my body easing your pain, and my cum extinguishing the fire raging inside of you. Mine.”
He shoved in all the way to the hilt, chanting “stay with me” as he grabbed Nicholas’s cock. One, two, three pumps, and Nicholas came screaming his name, drowning out the sound of fluttering wings.
“Yes,” Gabriel hissed, thrusting as hard as he could without breaking him. The bed groaned, the headboard banging against the wall.
Gabriel brought his cum-covered hand and wrist to Nicholas’s mouth. “Eat,” he ordered, salivating as Nicholas sucked down his own cum. His cock softened, but he dug his heels into Gabriel’s ass cheeks, urging him to keep going.
“Don’t stop.”
Gabriel kept fucking him, the slick, wet sounds they made rivaling the storm outside. Nicholas’s gaze grew distant again.
“Nicholas!”
“I’m here… I’m here.”
“Who am I?” His words were sharp and urgent, landing like a lash. “Who’s fucking you right now?”
“Y-you are. Gabriel.”
Gabriel snapped his hips one last time, nailing Nicholas to the bed as his orgasm tore through him. He curled his toes into the mattress, using it as leverage as he shoved harder, trying to climb inside Nicholas.
Nicholas panted beneath him, wrecked and cum-soaked on the inside.
Something dangerous and more deadly than ever filled Gabriel’s black heart.
He looked to the window, to the cruel, angry world waiting outside it.
There would be no sympathy for anything or anyone who tried to harm Nicholas.
Every slight would need to be answered for, and every transgression against him met with swift violence.
Gabriel slipped free of Nicholas’s body, starved for the rivulets of cum streaming from his pretty hole.
“Hands and knees, my love.” He heard the ravenous hunger in his own voice.
He helped Nicholas get into position, then spread his ass cheeks, kneading them as he obsessively watched his cum continue to drip from his hole.
“This is mine,” he whispered, licking up the white stream running down Nicholas’s inner thigh. “I’ll kill for it.”
Nicholas whimpered, dropping his head between his shoulders.
Gabriel drenched his tongue at Nicholas’s hole, thick ropes of cum releasing as Nicholas bore down. Whatever Gabriel couldn’t catch with his mouth, he caught with his hand and smeared it over Nicholas’s balls and cock.
Gabriel rimmed him while jerking him off, then sucked his cock from behind.
“Gabriel,” he moaned, backing onto his mouth.
“What do you want, my love?” Gabriel crawled over his back, kissing along his spine as he went. His fists punched into the mattress, his hard length seeking out Nicholas’s opening.
“Your cock,” Nicholas whispered as Gabriel sank inside of him.
They fucked for hours as Nicholas slipped in and out of present consciousness, and as the storm grew bolder outside. They fucked until Nicholas’s heat came under control, until his weakening body couldn’t take anymore.
Gabriel fucked him on hands and knees, then lay him on his stomach and fucked him into the mattress. He came in him and on him, dominating his body, sucking and marking his flesh. He left no part of Nicholas untouched or unkissed.
He fed him his blood and his cum, sometimes at the same time, and he gorged himself on Nicholas’s cum in return.
The swallowtails circled them, their fluttering wings a canvas of yellow and iridescent hues of blue. In this time of transformation and rebirth, the importance of their presence and symbolism didn’t go unnoticed by Gabriel.
Near the end, with his back pressed to Gabriel’s chest and his ass bouncing on his cock, Nicholas urged Gabriel’s mouth to his throat.
“Ishrab, Muharib,” he whispered, and Gabriel was helpless to resist.