CHAPTER THIRTEEN #2
Slowly, Mina approached Devon from behind.
He reached one arm across his middle, and the other he snaked up his chest and neck, finding his cheek.
Mina rested his chin on Devon’s shoulder, pushing the boy’s head sideways so he could get to his ear.
Mina traced his tongue around its edges, pressing into the dark corners and deep crevices.
Devon whimpered. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“This is your journey, Dev. I’m just pointing you in the right direction.”
Devon turned around, cupping Mina’s face in his hands, his eyes piercing. Unnamable want vibrated through him. “What are you going to show me next?” he whispered, reverent.
“On your knees.”
Devon knelt without a second of hesitation, looking up at Mina, eyes filled with abject obedience. He had been undone. And now he would be remade.
Mina pressed a thumb onto Devon’s soft, full lips. He pried open his mouth, pushing inside, and feeling the boy’s pliant tongue give to the pressure. His slick teeth. Warm, wet, and welcoming.
I thirsted in the barren land of Babylon. A memorized hymn thrummed in Devon’s mind. And nothing satisfying there I found…
Drink at the springs of living water, Mina answered. Where thirsty spirits can be satisfied. He reached for the clasp of his shendyt and, in one smooth motion, undid the gold hook, dropping the thin fabric to the floor. His cock sprang out, hitting Devon against the chin, and they both chuckled.
“Ummm,” Devon hummed. “I’m not sure what to do with this.”
“You don’t have to do anything but be willing,” Mina said, again stroking Devon’s mouth with his fingers.
As Devon opened, Mina wrapped his hands around his cock and brought it to Devon’s lips, his hot breath warming the throbbing head as he reached out a tentative tongue, just as Mina had done on his first time.
Devon’s want was so strong now that Mina could taste it. Honey and something floral. The other boy’s body shook like he was cold despite the sheen of sweat coating his bronze skin.
Take this…Mina grabbed the back of Devon’s head with one hand and the base of his shaft with the other as he pushed Devon’s lips apart with his cock…for it is my body given up for you.
Devon closed his eyes and moaned, and Mina pushed. Devon’s tongue ran up and down the underside of his cock as he did his best to tuck his teeth behind his lips. Good boy, thought Mina. Already a natural.
More. Devon looked up into Mina’s eyes. He wanted to please. Needed it.
Mina pushed until he hit the back of Devon’s throat. But the boy didn’t gag. Amazing, thought Mina.
Slowly, he pulled out, letting Devon pull in a ragged breath. “Oh my god. It’s so big.”
“You haven’t felt anything yet,” Mina said as Devon’s eyes went wide with hunger. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes, ready to be fed.
Mina pushed his cock into Devon’s open mouth and quickly hit the back of his throat again. Only half of his cock was filling the boy’s mouth. Mina thought he could do better. He secured both hands on the back of Devon’s head and pushed. A stifled gag tightened around the head of his cock.
“Relax,” Mina said. “Open.” He pushed again, and this time felt the thick head push past the back of Devon’s throat and down the length of it.
Devon’s eyes watered as a deep moan vibrated in his throat.
Soon, all ten inches of Mina’s divinely engorged cock was filling and stretching the soft tissue of Devon’s virgin throat.
Devon’s hands came up, pushing against Mina’s hips for relief. A breath.
Mina pulled himself out, and a strangled cough wracked through Devon’s body as he fell to his hands. Thick ropes of saliva ran to the floor as Devon righted himself. His chin and chest slick and glistening.
“God…”
“Not technically, but I’ll take it,” Mina smirked.
“Mina…” Devon could barely speak.
“Yes?”
“Please.” His chest heaved. “Please do that again.”
As Mina stepped forward, Devon’s arms came out ready to grab his hips and pull him toward his face.
Mina grabbed the base of himself as Devon opened his hungry mouth and cupped Mina’s ass.
Mina slid across Devon’s slick tongue and pushed down his throat, thrusting as far as he could, his balls pressing against Devon’s chin.
When he felt Devon start to choke, he pulled out but only halfway, immediately slamming himself back into Devon’s mouth.
Again and again, Mina pulled nearly fully out only to thrust back in.
Stifled choking sounds bubbled up from Devon’s throat, but Mina didn’t stop.
Didn’t slow down. Rivers of saliva bubbled out from the corners of Devon’s mouth, but still he grabbed Mina’s hips and pulled gluttonously against his mouth.
Mina felt the first tingle of orgasm deep in his groin and threw his head back.
“Fuck, Devon. I’m getting close.”
Devon threw his eyes up at Mina, pleading, too filled with cock to say what he wanted to say. Too embarrassed to even think it.
Please.
But Mina wasn’t going to let him off that easily. Say it. He pulled out.
“You know what I want.” Devon’s voice was deep and throaty.
“I want you to say it.”
Devon looked away.
“Say it.” Mina’s strong voice echoed through the room.
“I want…” Devon pleaded.
Mina filled his mouth with saliva and spat it across Devon’s wrecked face.
“You want to be a ruin.”
“Yes.”
“Unmade.”
“Yes.”
“You’re tired of propping up this bullshit disguise of perfection.”
A sob wracked the boy’s body, “Yes.”
“And so what do you want me to do to you?”
“Ruin me.”
“How?”
“Fuck my throat and make me swallow all you have to give.”
Mina smiled down at him. “Amen…” He threaded his fingers through Devon’s slicked-back hair, snapped his neck forward, and slid his cock through the slick channel of Devon’s open throat, thrusting mercilessly. Devon’s eyes never left Mina’s.
Hungry. Thirsty. Yes, more, thank you, please, yes yes GOD yes…Devon’s thoughts were an entire choir, a harmony of unfathomable revelry.
Use me, take me, fuck me, fuck fuckfuckfuuu…
“You want it, boy?
Devon moaned, his eyes rolling back.
“Swallow every drop. Do you hear me?”
Yes yes yes sir…
“Here it comes…” Mina’s balls throbbed as the orgasm overtook him, hot come rushing out of him as he pushed himself as deep into Devon’s throat as he could physically go.
Wave after wave of mind-numbing release, load after load gushing deep in Devon’s throat straight to his stomach.
For a full fifteen seconds, Mina came. It felt never-ending, like the final howling note of an organ echoing through a sanctuary.
Devon’s throat tightened against his pumping cock as he swallowed.
Devon’s eyes bulged.
Drink of the river of pleasure…the hymn hummed in Mina’s chest.
Devon’s eyes fluttered closed as he swallowed over and over.
Thy longing and thirsting are over…
And then it was finished.
Mina felt himself begin to deflate. He pulled his softening but still enormous cock from Devon’s throat, and a spray of come and saliva erupted from the boy’s mouth as he choked and coughed, leaning back on his hands, laboring for breath.
His mouth was a ruined mess.
His body glistening, anointed perfection.
Almost immediately, Mina sensed the shame begin to creep up around Devon like quicksand. The way he pressed his hand to his come-slick belly, wiped the other across his mouth, his eyes darting, looking around for something to cover himself. Some easy way out. A familiar sanctuary.
Mina knelt down, taking Devon’s face firmly between his palms. “What’s wrong?”
“I shouldn’t…I need to go…where are my clothes…” Devon was growing frantic.
“Stop. Look at me, and stop for a second.”
Devon squeezed his eyes closed. No. No, no, no. He raked his fingers through his hair, trying in vain to put himself back together into something that made sense.
Mina remembered the pain of this moment his first day with Anubis.
The guilt, like a reflex. The soul, unaccustomed to freedom, aching for the familiar weight of its shackles.
“It’s normal to feel like this. I felt the same way.
I cried. I yelled. I begged God to forgive me. But he won’t. You know why?”
Devon let out a ragged breath, still avoiding Mina’s eyes. “Why?”
“Because the god you’re praying to is not the god you believe in. Not anymore. Not ever, really. You’re trying to run back to him now, but all you’re doing is running away from yourself, back toward nothing.”
“Mina, I have to go…I need to…I don’t...”
“Look at me.”
Devon stopped. He looked.
Mina paused, pushing every comforting feeling he could into Devon’s mind. Be still; be at peace; I am with you. Devon’s face softened. A warm feeling flooded back toward Mina as Devon’s eyes calmed.
Still grasping Devon’s face between his hands, Mina brushed a thumb across his classmate’s cheek. Devon leaned into it, turned his head so that the corner of his lips rested on the soft pad of Mina’s palm. He let out a warm breath.
“I can’t do this,” Devon said, after minutes had passed. “I can’t choose this.”
“Why?”
Devon squeezed his eyes closed, eyelashes glistening. “For every reason you should already know. School. Friends. My parents are gone, and my grandma, she’d be so…I can’t do this to her. I can’t have this for a million reasons.”
“Devon. I get that you want to protect the people around you.” Mina sighed, lowering his hands to his lap and sitting cross-legged to face Devon more fully. His classmate followed.
“It’s because you’re a kind person. You want to do what’s right.
But that’s the problem, Devon. Our understanding of what’s right has been so twisted by this idea we’ve been taught to follow that when the chance comes to do something that’s right for ourselves, we say no to it because that’s what we’ve been taught to do.
‘Take up your cross and follow me. Deny yourself. Die to yourself.’ We hear these things as kids, Devon.
As fucking children. No wonder when you and I started to experience these feelings, our first reaction was to stab them in the chest. To take all the things that make us who we are and fucking maim them beyond recognition.
Until all that we’re left with are all the things we hate. ”
Devon looked away, his eyes distant. Piecing together. Reconciling. Reimagining.
After a long, quiet moment, he said, “I’ll get kicked out of seminary.”
“Yes.”
“My grandma might kick me out of the house. Might never talk to me again.”
“Maybe. Yeah.”
“My girlfriend…” Devon shook his head. Buried his face in his hands.
“Fuck.” After another long pause, he chuckled darkly.
“You know those tiny airplane-sized vodka bottles? I’ve got probably twenty stashed under my mattress.
I know I’d get kicked out of school if anyone found out.
But the panic attacks hit about a week after I started seminary.
It’s the only thing that lets me get back to sleep.
I know it’s going to kill me eventually. Maybe that was the point.”
Mina’s stomach twisted. “Devon…” He reached into his classmate’s lap, taking his hand, hot tears soaking the twisted knot of their fingers. “It doesn’t have to be like that for us. We can want. We can have. We can lay down that fucking cross before it kills us.”
Something quiet and reverent settled between the two as tears fell and the green fire blazed, wood crackling softly in the quiet and warming the air around them. Mina squeezed Devon’s fingers. Devon squeezed back.
A voice, quiet but deep and commanding behind them, broke the silence. “It is time.”
Devon sucked in a breath and fluttered his eyes, looking around and seeming to only just then realize they’d been having this whole conversation naked, sitting cross-legged on the stone floor, covered in dried come. He let out a weak laugh, sniffing and rubbing his eyes dry.
They stood.
“You can’t take him, Anu. To the underworld. He’s not ready. His soul isn’t ready.”
“I know, beloved. The boy will go back to his group,” said Anubis, thumbing the golden scarab that hung around his neck, soft eyes glowing.
“Can’t he stay?” Mina wrapped his arm around Devon’s waist, walking them both closer.
He felt Devon tense, the boy still not used to the looming, otherworldly form of the jackal god.
Mina placed his other hand assuringly, protectively, on Devon’s chest. “He’s on a journey now, too, right? Can’t you help him?”
“When the day of reckoning comes with my father, things are already going to be complicated. It will be hard enough to protect you, my kianga. I cannot be responsible for two souls. It is best for Devon and for you that he return to his group.”
“Will he remember?”
“He will not.”
Devon’s body went loose, shoulders slumped. “So, all of this was for nothing.”
“Your conscious mind may not remember.” Anubis stepped forward, placing a giant hand on Devon’s head, rubbing gently down to his neck.
“But this is more than just a journey of the body. It is a journey of the soul. And the soul never forgets. It will ache for movement. For the growth it remembers. Your short time here with us has not been for nothing, son of man.”
Devon smiled, rubbing his hands across his face before nervously raking them through his hair. “I don’t suppose there’s a shower in this place? I feel like I’m going to get some uncomfortable looks if I show up looking this freshly fucked.”
Anubis chuckled, deep and warm. “There is a basin of water in the other room. Get clean, and then I will point you in the direction of your group.”
Mina hated that Anubis was so terrified of Osiris, his father.
That he was obviously not telling Mina something.
Holding back to protect him from whatever he feared was to come.
This day of reckoning. A silent resolve flooded Mina’s mind, but he held it down, just below the surface where he knew Anubis wouldn’t sense it.
If Mina had changed the heart of one god, certainly he could change another. When Anubis left to take Devon back to his group, Mina was going on his own quest. He was going to find Osiris.