Chapter 46 #3
“Why do you even own a lighter to begin with?” he grinned at the ridiculousness of it. A fire starter who relied on implements to spark a flame.
“To blend in with the outside world and to keep my secret from you.”
Nicholas smiled wryly. “I hate to break it to you, but you’ll never blend in. And you used it even after I knew the truth.”
“That’s because reminders of what I was seemed to upset you.”
He pulled Nicholas’s ribbon from his pocket. “Were you looking for this?”
“Yes.”
Gabriel dragged the strip of silk under his nose, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. Nicholas swallowed when his eyelids snapped open on him, pupils dilated.
“It still smells like you.”
He’d managed to make it sound indecent, and now the candles weren’t the only things on fire.
They stared at each other across the wide berth of the bed, letting the heat between them build in the silence.
“Come on.” Nicholas came to his side, leading him by the hand into the bathroom. “Words are no longer enough. It’s time for me to show you how I feel.”
He took his time removing Gabriel’s clothes while the shower water heated. Hands trembling as he unbuttoned his shirt, willing patience into his nimble fingers.
Not so subtly, he skimmed his hands over Gabriel’s muscled shoulders and arms, sliding his shirt down and off.
His skin was warm, soft, his gold markings pulsing faintly, his cock a little less shy.
It pushed the fabric of his slacks to its limit, threatening to break free of confinement.
It hovered near Nicholas’s flushed face as he knelt to remove Gabriel’s shoes, the scent of it making him dizzy with lust.
He quickly unbuckled Gabriel’s belt, carefully maneuvering the zipper down to liberate his erection. Nicholas had forgotten how veiny he was, how thick his tip could get, and how his long shaft curved slightly to the left. His dildos never stood a chance.
Nicholas’s knees widened involuntarily as he reached for it; his mouth watered, teeth punching through his gums.
“You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to hold you like this,” he breathed, palming his own dick.
“So many nights…” he drifted off, hypnotized by the bead of precum seducing him at Gabriel’s cockhead.
The creamy pearl overwhelmed his slit, trickling toward the rim of his head, leaving behind a milky streak.
Nicholas leaned forward, almost timidly, afraid this may all be a dream that ended if he moved too quickly.
He collected the salty droplets on the tip of his tongue, unsure of where his moan of pleasure ended and where Gabriel’s began.
“I bought two dildos,” he confessed, feeling a sudden need to share. “One that looked like you, and one that was supposed to feel like the size of you. I couldn’t find one that accomplished both. I fucked myself so many times with them. Too many times to count.”
A ring of fire lit up Gabriel’s blown pupils. “I shouldn’t be jealous of artificial phalluses, but I am. Extremely jealous, Nicholas.”
Nicholas shook his head. “Don’t be. They never compared to you.”
He dragged his flattened tongue up the underside of Gabriel’s cock, right along the throbbing vein there. Gabriel hissed, taking a punishing grip on Nicholas’s hair.
“This was what my body wanted,” Nicholas whispered, shower steam now filling the space. “This was what I wanted.”
He tightened his fist over both their erections, stroking as he struggled to speak.
“My body was never loyal to me. It operated with you in mind, with you as its main priority. Always.”
Gabriel’s fangs glinted dangerously. “Were you ever left satisfied?”
“Never.”
“Good.” He said it with force, as if the repercussions would’ve been severe had he answered differently. Nicholas’s body lubricated his hole in response. Gabriel inhaled the scent of his arousal, the rings of fire now twin balls of flame.
He dragged a thumb over the sharp points of Nicholas’s fangs, pulling a violent shudder from him.
“W-what was that?”
“An erogenous zone,” Gabriel replied, doing it again.
Nicholas’s jaw slackened, his hold on their cocks slipping. He’d run his tongue across his fangs plenty, feeling mild pleasure. But never had he hit them at this angle, never had he felt ready to orgasm from fang-play alone.
“The pads of the fingers are rougher than the tongue. Makes for a different experience.”
Gabriel showed no signs of stopping, and Nicholas was beyond tempted to prick his skin. But the next time he drank from Gabriel, it would be to serve a purpose greater than lust and hunger.
“I’ve come to thoughts of these embedded deep into my flesh,” said Gabriel, hips now thrusting lightly into Nicholas’s hand. “I’ve fantasized about it while my cum bathed my hand.”
Nicholas’s breath hitched, the sound masked by the roar of the water.
“I’ve come while angry with you, too,” Gabriel admitted, his precum lathering Nicholas’s rotating fist.
“Moments when I ignored the reasons for our separation, when all I wanted to do was wallow in self-pity and toss blame.”
Nicholas listened, gazing up at Gabriel submissively.
“Sometimes I imagined what I would do to you… How I would make you pay for my anguish.”
“Tell me.” He sounded desperate. “What would you do?”
Gabriel traced his heart-shaped birthmark, the light touch driving Nicholas mad, making him want to beg for something less innocent, something more depraved.
“I’d fuck you with the full force of my strength, coming inside your tight hole over and over again.” He made it sound like a laboring task, but one that had to be done.
“Then I’d sit you on my face, holding you there, overpowering you, licking you clean… Making room for more.”
“I-I like more.” Nicholas’s words were garbled, spoken around the thumb still stroking his fang. His hole spasmed with every pass of Gabriel’s finger, as if there was a direct line connecting teeth to ass.
“I know.” Gabriel gave him a salacious grin.
“Then I’d flip you onto your back, shove my cock down your throat, moaning while you gag on it.
From there I’d fold you in half, sliding my dick so far inside you that you could taste it at the back of your tongue.
” He closed his eyes as if imagining it, undulating into Nicholas’s hand while the swallowtails flew overhead.
“Oh, Nicholas. The things I have imagined doing to you while alone in this house…”
His fingernails lengthened and curved, his light rising like the sun.
“They are things I need to be forgiven for. Cruel and unkind things.”
Nicholas came unexpectedly on a groan, head falling back. “Mmm…”
Tremors rocked his body and didn’t stop until he’d hardened again. He opened his eyes to find Gabriel smiling devilishly.
“You’re mean.” His words were sluggish.
He allowed Gabriel to help him to his feet, but drew the line at having him wash him. Gabriel would be the one being served tonight.
Nicholas soaped and washed them both from head to toe, drying them off before guiding Gabriel into the candlelit bedroom.
They stroked each other softly at the foot of the bed, kissing in between. Growing impatient, Nicholas shoved Gabriel onto the mattress. Gabriel’s pulse quickened as his balls tightened between his legs.
“You can do all those things to me that you mentioned,” Nicholas said, voice rough and torched, as if dragged over hot coal. “But first I’m going to ride your cock, hard and fast, because it’s been too damn long.”
His teeth grew to the point of pain, the light of his markings rippling along his limbs.
Slow and steady, Gabriel inched toward the headboard, sprawling out like a king.
He took up too much room, which turned Nicholas on.
Something about sexually bringing this ancient, dominant man to his knees appealed to him, called to a domineering side of himself he had no idea existed.
The glint in Gabriel’s eyes said he enjoyed and welcomed it.
Nicholas’s talons nicked the sheets as he climbed onto the bed, crawling like a stalking predator over Gabriel’s body. He dipped his head, extending his snake-like tongue to catch Gabriel’s dark balls on his way to his lips.
He licked at his taint, lapped at his shaft before carefully closing his mouth around his cockhead.
Gabriel hissed, gripping the headboard until it groaned. Nicholas’s self-lube dripped onto his inner thighs, his hole clenching tightly.
He lavished Gabriel’s body with attention, swirling his tongue over his nipples before retracting his teeth to suck purple bruises along his chest.
“Are you trying to kill me, Nicholas?” Sweat covered his brow, and he hauled him up by his damp coils, assailing him with a fevered kiss.
“I can’t believe we’re here,” Nicholas breathed, reaching back to line Gabriel up at his entrance. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
Gabriel’s smile was rife with a myriad of emotions, but tender. “I love you, Habibi.”
Nicholas vibrated above him.
“Say it again,” he begged, a blood-tear falling as he lowered onto Gabriel’s dick.
Gabriel gripped his ass cheeks, claws digging into his skin.
“I love you. Only you, my love.”
His breathy words were a pledge, a promise, an oath, and Nicholas had never felt so full in both literal and metaphorical ways.
“I love you too. So much it hurts.” His voice caught, and speaking at all became a challenge. He let his love pour through his heart and mental doors, siphoning it into Gabriel as evidence.
Nicholas wanted to move, wanted to torture them both with long, slow thrusts before picking up the pace. But he couldn’t. Not until he asked the question he’d wanted to ask since discovering the truth about their connection.
“Will you accept me as your blood-bonded mate?”
Gabriel sat up, releasing an agonizing moan when the move shifted the position of his cock. Nicholas whimpered, feeling the shift everywhere all at once.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear those words?”
“Two centuries?” Nicholas joked, chuckling through the tears clouding his vision red.
“Yes, but never more than the day I saw you for you, Nicholas Armahn. Never more than right then.”