Episode 10
Rei
A nightmare twisted through Rei’s mind. Sheets of dark smoke wrapped themselves around his limbs.
Blankets of flames hunted him through the pillars of the ever-shifting room.
His own screams chorused with the sound of shattering glass and cracking wood.
Through it all, there was a thread, a single scent that clashed with the dream.
It came with the sound of a voice. Sevastyan. Rei’s hands rose, clutching at the cotton and muscle suddenly above him. Even though the dream was fire, he was cold. But this sense of Sevastyan was warm.
Rei opened his eyes.
“Here. I’m here, precious. They won’t—ever—never again. Not while I breathe. Never again.”
“Master.”
Rei stroked the small V of skin showing at Sevastyan’s collar, the only bare skin he could reach. This was what was real.
There was no fire here. No clients. No masters other than Sevastyan. No owners. No small rooms with an overused bed. No screams from other abused slaves in the distance. Somewhere near, Jun was healthy and free. Geun and Yoihei were whole. Jaewoong was alive. Su-jin was still his own person.
And Rei, his own self, was with Sevastyan.
He pulled one arm free and reached up, wrapping his arm around the back of Sevastyan’s neck and kissed him on the mouth.
Sevastyan kissed him back, just as fiercely. The feeling of his lips ignited sparks. Rei arched his spine and wrapped his legs around Sevastyan’s waist. That hurt his ankle too much. He dropped his feet and put a vise grip on Sevastyan’s hips with his thighs.
“Little one,” Sevastyan groaned.
“Shirt off,” Rei ordered. He needed to feel Sevastyan skin to skin.
Sevastyan pushed up off the bed, his knees planted on either side of Rei, and plucked open the front buttons.
Rei pulled at Sevastyan’s waist, untucking the shirt tails and pulling open Sevastyan’s pants. “Master, please.”
Sevastyan met his eyes.
This wasn’t training. This wasn’t protocol. They were so far beyond the bounds of their normal. But he needed this. Rei spread his hand against Sevastyan’s abdominal. “Master, please.”
Sevastyan’s shirt disappeared, tossed somewhere beyond the bed.
Together they tore off Sevastyan’s pants.
Rei’s clothes were next. And then there was skin.
So much skin. Sevastyan was massive and warm and everywhere.
Rei fell back, dragging Sevastyan down over him.
His heart thumped in his chest, last remnants of the nightmare still flickering behind his eyes.
To chase them away, he had to keep his hands on Sevastyan, to feel the life of him, the blood moving beneath his skin, hear the breath entering and leaving his lungs.
Rei pushed, not even thinking. Sevastyan grunted and rolled.
He gave an aborted gasp as Rei kneeled over him.
Rei cupped his hand over the healing bullet wound.
It was small now, just a bit of bandage covering it during the day.
But it had happened. It could happen again. All they had for certain was now.
Rei spread his thighs wider to protect the tender point and leaned forward, cupping Sevastyan’s face in both of his hands. He kissed him like he could pour his wishes into Sevastyan’s body and protect him from everything. Sevastyan’s large hands braced Rei, holding him up and keeping him close.
Rei nuzzled against Sevastyan’s throat, not quite biting but begging for permission. “Master?”
“Anything. Everything.”
That was all Rei needed to hear. It was an open door; it was green grass beyond a landscape of bombed-out shelters and wreckage.
He kissed and bit his way down Sevastyan’s neck, tonguing the pulse point under Sevastyan’s ear until he could feel his heartbeat.
He sucked on Sevastyan’s collarbones, bit his pectorals until there were marks.
Sevastyan’s hands never stilled. They cradled Rei’s hips, stroked his back, clawed at his thighs when Rei bit deep, and never, ever stopped communicating need.
Something like desire but more desperate built inside Rei’s chest.
The more he took, the more he had to have.
He ached to have Sevastyan inside him, to feel him down deep.
Either Sevastyan needed to be in him, or he needed to be in Sevastyan.
If he could sink through his master’s ribs and cradle himself against Sevastyan’s heart, he would.
“Master, please.” Rei ground his buttocks down against Sevastyan’s groin. They were still too far apart.
“Oil. We need oil.” Sevastyan’s voice was short and stuttered.
Rei threw himself towards the bedside table.
The bed was too big. Everything was too far away.
He fell, limbs tangling in the comforter.
But Sevastyan rolled towards the edge. He reached with his longer arms over Rei’s back and snagged the bottle.
Rei pulled his knees to his chest, lifting his ass to show Sevastyan his hole. “Please.”
Two slick fingers sank into him, hard, fast, and almost too much. He screamed into the sheets, his stomach tightening, his back flexing, and it still wasn’t enough. He bore down, getting depth and rotating his hips, stretching himself.
“You’ll hurt yourself.”
“More,” Rei gasped.
An arm fell across his back and strong hands yanked his legs straight, flattening him to the bed. “I’m not willing to hurt you.” Sevastyan forced him flat. Rei rolled his body-–a long undulation from his hips to his shoulders—trying to get Sevastyan further inside.
“Spread your legs.”
Rei obeyed. Sevastyan pulled out his fingers and poured oil over his entrance. He plugged his fingers back in, pushing the oil deeper as he went. Rei groaned and kicked his feet against the bed.
“Master,” Rei begged.
“Sevastyan,” Sevastyan whispered.
Rei froze. Sevastyan didn’t move, but his grip lifted off. Rei whipped around. Sevastyan’s face was white and his eyes were wide, as shocked as Rei.
Rei shoved him over with one hand. The larger man went, falling onto his back.
Rei swung a leg over him, ignoring the way his ankle ached.
He grabbed the oil, pouring a pool messily into his hand.
Kneeling up over Sevastyan, looking down at the taller man’s face, he reached behind himself, finding Sevastyan’s cock.
He gripped it, getting oil over the entire length, and then he sank down, taking it fully in.
“Sevastyan.” Rei breathed his lover’s name.
Sevastyan’s hands gripped Rei’s waist. His breath caught and then came roughly.
“Sevastyan,” Rei whispered. He rotated his hips, watching the other man’s face.
Sevastyan closed his eyes. He looked like he was going to fly apart, like he was going to run and cry, or crush something.
Rei gripped Sevastyan’s arms, pushing up and dropping back down, grinding himself against Sevastyan. He didn’t know he was going to speak until the word escaped his mouth. “Mine.”
“Rei.” Sevastyan’s stomach clenched and he rose from the bed, his arms enclosing Rei like wings, crushing him to Sevastyan’s chest.
Their mouths met. Rei wrapped himself against Sevastyan.
They were going to hurt for this later, but in this moment, it didn’t matter.
Rei had the taste of Sevastyan in his mouth, the smell of him in his nose, his hair against his cheek, even his sweat painting his skin.
They were as entangled as vines and that made the world right.
“Don’t die,” Rei panted against Sevastyan’s mouth.
“Okay,” Sevastyan husked in return.
“I mean it, don’t die.” Rei grasped Sevastyan’s face between his palms, pulling back far enough to see his eyes.
“I’ll fight, Rei. I always do.”
“Always come back.”
“I will.”
Rei pressed their foreheads together, catching his breath. “They took you. In the dream, they took you.”
“I won’t let them,” Sevastyan swore.
Rei closed his eyes, tears squeezing out the edges.
He kissed Sevastyan on the mouth again, slowly this time.
With Sevastyan’s cock deep in his belly and Sevastyan’s tongue in his mouth and Sevastyan’s arms wrapped around his body, he was grounded and centered.
He slumped against Sevastyan. “I won’t let them.”
He dropped all the emphasis on the first word.
Sevastyan hugged him harder. His ribs complained but he didn’t care.
“Please.”
“Words, little one,” Sevastyan said. “What are you asking for?” His voice was hoarse.
Rei gripped him back in a hug, feeling the tidal wave inside the other man. “Come in me. Make me drip with you. Rub it on my skin. Mark me. Please.” Consume me.
Sevastyan lifted Rei and flipped their positions.
He drove back inside. Rei closed his eyes, letting the primal force that was Sevastyan take him.
He was so deep. His hips met the crease of Rei’s thighs with bruising force.
Rei needed it. All of it. More of it. As much of it as Sevastyan could give him.
So much that they could never be separated.
He opened his eyes. Sevastyan’s hair was loose in its ponytail.
He reached up, dragging the band free. Long, pale blond strands, so close to white, tangled in his sweat-covered fingers. He pulled.
“Rei!” Sevastyan gasped. He fell forward, crushing Rei into the mattress.
Rei laughed. He tangled both hands in Sevastyan’s hair, near the scalp, trapping him.
Tears ran out of Rei’s eyes. They ran down the sides of his temples, and yet he was smiling. He was full, so full with everything: the dark and the light. He was brimming with it.
“Rei-Rei, I can’t fuck you like this. You’re too short. My cock won’t reach.”
Rei squeezed his thighs around Sevastyan and let him go. He smiled up at his lover as Sevastyan’s cock plunged back inside, pushing Rei up the bed. Sevastyan smiled back at him.
“You’re happy,” Sevastyan whispered. There was a little awe in his voice.
Rei smiled wider. “I have you.”
“Oh, Rei.” Sevastyan fell forward onto his elbows but managed to stay inside. “You . . . I . . .” He closed his eyes.
“I have you.” Rei touched Sevastyan’s face. In minutes, they would go back to being master and slave. They had to. This piece of heaven was a truth that was yet to be allowed. They were playing with the edge of their sanities and their lives. No, they were already mad. “Mark me.”
Sevastyan bent his head and bit Rei’s chest, just below his shoulder. Rei threw back his head and groaned. “More.”