Chapter 10
The night air around the Alexandria Heights building fills with a restless wind, whistling around stone, dancing through the trees of Wychwood Park, leaves soaring in a wild ballet.
Solomon City is overcome by a winter storm.
Snow begins to blow, dark clouds eclipse the moon, a roll of thunder echoing across the realm.
A crack of lightning illuminates the night, wind and snow picking up, coming down heavier and heavier.
The penthouse terrace of the Alexandria Heights building begins to fill with a layer of powder, coating the outdoor plants and covering the mana well sitting on rune bricks on the table.
A spark of magic flares within the crystal ball, a soft glow of forest green and onyx black.
A quiver of magic fills the apartment, the sound of the oncoming storm lulling the boys deeper into a sound slumber.
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Hakeem feels a weight on top of him, warm breath on his neck.
He feels his wrists above his head, held down by a gentle force, a caress upon his warm skin.
He flutters his eyes open, a landscape of silver and green mists filling his peripheral vision.
He focuses his attention as a figure comes into view, someone is straddling his waist, their knees on either side of him, something hard pressing against him.
Before he can figure out who that is, a kiss comes to his lips.
Initial shock is overcome by burning desire.
It’s gentle at first, his body encouraging him to lean into it, relaxing in a haze.
The kiss deepens, his lips parts slightly, allowing his tongue to greet another in a tender embrace.
He feels the weight shift from his wrists as two hands find his chest.
The hands push at Hakeem’s chest, pushing the figure away from their kiss. Hakeem sighs in disappointment before opening his eyes. Who was kissing him? Was this a dream? It had to be.
As his vision settles on the person atop of him, their features come into clear focus. This is definitely a dream. Why else would Jackson Nocturne be straddling his waist, with a lustful look in his forest green eyes?
“Jackson,” Hakeem attempts to voice his shock, but the sound comes out low and breathless.
“What are you doing here?” Jackson trails his hands across Hakeem’s chest, one finding the end of his shirt, lifting it up, revealing the dark hairs on his soft stomach.
The other caresses Hakeem’s cheek, the stubble scratchy under Jackson’s palm.
Hakeem shudders at the sensation of the elf’s touch, melting into his hands. Jackson leans in for another kiss, slow and steady, like he has all the time in the world.
Hakeem’s hands get lost in Jackson’s hair, his fingers weaving through dark, silky locks.
The kiss deepens as Jackson’s hand trails further up Hakeem chest, his nails lightly scratching the dark skin, tangling in the hairs across his torso.
A thrust of hips encourages moans of desire to escape the mage.
Jackson pulls away ever so slightly, his eyes locked to Hakeem’s, their noses a hair’s breadth apart.
“You said my magic felt warm inside of you, comforting. I wanted to offer my warmth more…personally,” he says, voice low and husky.
His expression darkens, tongue tracing over his lower lip, fangs peeking out. “Did you want me to stop?”
Hakeem swallows the lump that formed in his throat, definitely not wanting this to stop. This is only a dream, this is only a dream, this is only a dream. Hakeem repeats that phrase to himself over and over.
“No, keep going.”
He blames this on reading romance novels before bed.
It was the only logical reason Jackson Nocturne would be straddling his waist, feeling him up, kissing him like nothing else matters in the world, dressed in a white tunic that was practically see through.
And leather trousers, who the fuck wears leather trousers held up by laces?
Okay, maybe cosplayers but that is most definitely not the point Hakeem is focusing on at this moment in time.
Jackson lowers his head back down, beginning to nibble at the skin of Hakeem’s neck, fangs scratching where the vein bulges out. He grins devilishly against the mage’s warm skin, “I want to feel your warmth inside me, Hakeem. Can you grant me that selfish wish?”
Hakeem’s hands find their way up Jackson’s shirt, feeling the hard muscle and the dip of his hips. His fingers dance across Jackson’s back, eager to experience all of him. He can’t steady his breathing, his mind lost to the sensation that is Jackson.
Hakeem dryly swallows, licking his lips before answering. “Have your fill, Jackson, I’m yours.”
He could feel the image of Jackson that filled his dreams chuckling against his neck, breath hot and sticky. “Then I thank you for this meal.” The point of Jackson’s fangs gently pierce his skin, where he expected pain came a rush of ecstasy. He didn’t want this dream to end.
At the edge of his sight Hakeem notices a figure, tall and broad, staring at him and Jackson with hungry eyes, deep like the ocean. A lustful growl echoes through the dreamscape.
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The storm outside rages on, as though the sky has declared war on the night.
* * *
Eddie has someone pinned under him, hands wrapped tight around their wrists.
A pair of slim legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in as close as possible.
Eddie leans into a kiss, rushed and heavy.
His tongue is wrestling with another, teeth snagging at lips.
Moans of ecstasy escape him, his hips thrust into the person under his grasp, their delighted sounds send shivers down his body.
Eddie pulls away, breathing labored. He tries to steady his breaths and take in his surroundings, where was he? A misty landscape of green and blues encase them from all sides.
He looks down at the figure in his grasp, eyes widening at the realization.
Eyes glossy, pink lips swollen, a breathless Jackson Nocturne looks back up at Eddie; wearing nothing except for his leather biker jacket.
The material barely clinging to Jackson’s slender frame.
Smooth body exposed beneath Eddie’s, a chiseled chest, hard muscles lining his stomach and a trail of dark hair leading from his navel to groin.
Eddie’s legs are nestled between Jackson’s, hardening crotches pushing against one another, with Jackson legs pulling Eddie even closer to him.
This had to be a dream, it was the most logical explanation.
“Oh, Eddie!” A melodious voice grabs Eddie’s attention, coming from the vision of Jackson he had pinned underneath him. “Don’t make me beg. I want you, all of you.”
Before Eddie could form a coherent thought, Jackson locks his hand behind his head, pulling him in for a desperate kiss. Eddie finds himself leaning into the sensation of Jackson’s mouth. He nips at Jackson’s lower lip, earning him a giggle from the elf beneath his touch.
A growl escapes from deep within Eddie, wild and beastly.
He dives into Jackson’s neck, his mouth exploring every inch of the elf’s pale skin, teeth digging into flesh, earning a moan of pleasure that sends Jackson’s back into an arch, throwing him deeper into Eddie’s embrace.
Jackson’s hard length rubbing against Eddie’s, only Eddie’s jeans separating them.
Holy shit! Is dream Jackson pierced?
Eddie comes up for a breath, ripping his shirt from his chest, a primal urge overcoming him.
His hard chest and stomach shudder as Jackson trails the point of his nails up and down Eddie’s body.
The small patch of dark hairs on his chest tangle in Jackson’s thin fingers.
He takes the slender hand and brings it to his lips for a soft kiss on the palm.
Jackson’s hand looks so delicate in Eddie’s, ethereally soft. Elven skin blessed with the youth of vampiric magic, no callous dared form on his porcelain complexion.
“Eddie, please, I need you.” Jackson’s plea rings through Eddie’s head, his full attention turned to the man looking up at him.
“We need you, we belong to you. So take us.” A second voice sweetly fills the air from behind Eddie.
A pair of hands, slightly rough to the touch, pull him backwards.
He feels the rise of a chest, the warmth of breath and the scratch of hairs at his back.
Jackson pulls himself up, encouraging Eddie to fall back into the embrace of the person behind him.
Jackson leans in and kisses the left of his neck, someone kisses the right.
Hands gilded by the sun’s kiss, fondle Eddie’s pecs, fingers tugging at the barbells through Eddie’s nipples.
Eddie shudders, a moan slipping from his lips at the sensation of having the piercings played with.
Jackson pulls himself away from Eddie’s neck to kiss the figure to his back.
He’s sandwiched between the warmth of two bodies.
Jackson pulls back and levels his stare with Eddies.
A mischievous grin grows from his lips as the corners lift up, fangs peaking out. “So, Eddie, my darling,”
The voice from behind finishes Jackson’s sentence, echoing the mischief in his tone. “What do you wish we do?”
Eddie knew this was a dream, a really good dream nonetheless. He never thought he would dream of people he just met in this way, but won’t lie to himself and wish for this to end. Something deep within demanded it go on.
Jackson spoke in unison with the figure behind Eddie’s back, who drew him closer to his embrace. “Let us indulge you.”
* * *
The storm has calmed, the wind grown still, but snow now falls in large flakes across the city. The crystal ball on the terrace of the boy’s apartment continued to glow, forest green. The snow melted around the mana well, seeming to grow stronger as the storm settled around it.
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