Chapter 21
Horatio
Horatio was pissed at himself for giving in to Gunner’s need. Sure, his dick was swollen to monstrous proportions, but they should’ve kept him still while satisfying his crazy lust. He almost looked away when Sugar peeled off the bandage.
“Is it bad?” Gunner asked.
“Your incision opened up on one side, but it’s not bad at all,” Sugar said.
They cleaned the blood off Gunner’s neck and applied Saki’s special salve. Right before Horatio’s eyes, the wound knitted itself together—tangible magic that reminded him how far he was from home. While Sugar redressed the injury, he curled up on his side and stared at Gunner.
“Another victory over death.” Gunner adjusted his position and winced. “My dick feels like it has a sunburn.”
“Sugar, what if you put some of Saki’s healing goop on it? I’ll bet Snake’s spit can fix him right up.”
“That’s actually a great idea, and not just because I love getting my hands all over a beautiful cock.” Sugar applied a thin layer over every inch and then lower.
“Now you’re just taking liberties,” Horatio said.
“It’s called being thorough.” Sugar flicked Gunner’s piercings. “Better?”
“Getting better by the second. Who’s ready for me?”
Horatio was about to call dibs when Snake burst in. “You won’t fucking believe—” He startled. “Blimey, I forgot you were in our bunk, lad. I’ll let you get back to it.” He backed out and closed the door.
“He’s a mess.” Sugar sighed. “I’ll go talk to him.”
“Let me.” Horatio didn’t bother with pants. He caught Snake just as he reached the elevator. “Hey, stop for a sec.” Snake looked rough—hair disheveled, shoulders slumped, dark circles under lifeless eyes. “What’s going on?”
Without a word, Snake led him to the cockpit. Seven was there, stabbing a notebook with a pen and mumbling obscenities. Snake pointed at the main monitor. The message blinking in large block letters made Horatio’s jaw clench.
SORRY, NOT SORRY, ABOUT YOUR DEAD TWINK.
A visual cut into Horatio’s heart: Gunner on the ground, blood puddling beneath him. Meridian found this amusing? “Take me to Clairidia right fucking now.”
“No,” Seven and Snake replied in tandem.
“Don’t tell me no! That motherfucker deserves to suffer.”
“I’ve been in contact with our allies since we landed. Meridian recruited a hundred more Reptilians just to guard the entrance. He’s expecting you. The trap is already set,” Seven said.
Dead twink.
The words were branded into Horatio’s brain. “What if we arrive cloaked and I use the whammy glove? I could take out twenty guards before they noticed.”
“Blowing Reptilians to bits is your calling card, mate,” Snake said.
“If they can’t see me, they can’t shoot me!”
Seven opened an image file. “Caught by surveillance camera last night. Twice as many sharpshooters in the towers.” He zoomed in. “The orange spheres attached to their uniforms are bombs. If you explode even one, they’ll retaliate in kind.”
“You’re right. It’s a trap.” Snake scowled.
Seven’s face tightened. “Don’t tell the others. Especially Gunner. Not until we’ve all processed what happened.”
“I swear on my mother’s name, their blood will spill.” Snake took Horatio’s hand. “Come on, I’ll buy you a pint.”
Horatio let Snake lead him to the bar. “Booze helps for a while, but when the buzz fades, you’ll feel worse.”
“I don’t think I can feel worse.” Snake leaned into Horatio’s arms. “Seeing him there, neck all bandaged. I’m gutted.”
“No one blames you, especially Gunner. Come back and talk to him.” He rubbed Snake’s back with both hands.
Snake shook his head against Horatio’s chest.
“Don’t make me drag you.”
“Maybe tomorrow.”
“He needs you now. Your blood gave him a nonstop erection, and he’s insatiable. The little sex demon already fucked me and Sugar twice. Can you let him take a turn on you? Give us a chance to reload?”
Snake straightened up. “A nonstop erection, you say? Understandable. He had, what, three pints? I suppose I can pay him a quick visit.”
Horatio kissed him, and the spark returned to his eyes.
“You taste like Gunner and Sugar mixed together. Give us another?”
Horatio put his hands in Snake’s hair and tongue-fucked his mouth, smiling inside when Snake kissed him back with equal heat.
“Oof, that’s what I need. Some snogging and a proper shag."
"Trust me, Gunner will lay you down like fresh asphalt.”
Horatio held tight to Snake’s wrist so he couldn’t bolt. The sight that greeted them when he opened the bedroom door made them both suck in a breath.
Gunner was spoon-fucking Sugar hard enough to knock the headboard against the wall. The air smelled of cum and mangoes, and while the scent beckoned, they stood in the doorway, transfixed.
“Obviously, he’s feeling better,” Horatio whispered.
“He’s not just alive. He’s living.”
So solidly in the moment, Gunner and Sugar didn’t notice them. Sugar, jizz already streaking his front, shuddered into another climax. Gunner, hair damp with sweat, pushed in deep, surely filling Sugar with liquid heat.
“I need a ride on that beast.” Snake stripped in a blink. “What’s that thing you say when you want to be next?”
“Dibs.”
Panting, Sugar and Gunner untangled. Snake caught his first glimpse of Gunner’s boner.
“Dibs!” he shouted.
“Snake!” Gunner grinned.
“Hello, lad.” Snake stared for a long time, then climbed into bed and wrapped Gunner in his arms. “I’m so sorry.”
Gunner pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t you dare apologize to me. You saved my life while yours was hanging by a thread.”
“It was nothing.” Snake kissed Gunner’s forehead. “Even Princess Petal is worried about you. Somehow, she heard about it and sent flowers, stacks of cash, and a special gift just for you.” He put a velvet pouch in Gunner’s hands. “She’s absolutely gutted and hopes this helps.”
Horatio could tell by the shape of the bag what was inside. He groaned. “It’s that fucking dildo, isn’t it?”
“But it’s her prized possession,” Gunner said.
“She thinks you deserve it more. Hide it from Stiles.” Frowning, Snake flipped on the bedside lamp. “Can’t believe neither of you noticed his eyes. They’re black as pitch.”
Horatio leaned in and nearly screamed. “We were busy, but yeah, how’d we miss that?”
“I expected him to act a little vampy today,” Sugar said. “It’s a turn-on for me, though. I do enjoy a good love bite.”
“I’m sorry, guys.” Gunner reached for the pendant that wasn’t there. “I can’t control the urge to… tear into your skin.” He made a face. “I sound like a serial killer.”
“It’s no fault of yours, pet. Vampire blood is highly addictive. You’re craving more, hence the biting. I’ll wean you off, and in a few days, you’ll be right as rain.”
“Won’t more blood make his dick harder?” Horatio asked.
“Only when it goes straight into his veins. Drinking it heals him and induces a calm, floaty high.” Snake switched off the lamp. “Just a quick nip, laddie, so I can get the dose right. Where would you like it?”
Gunner’s evil little laugh made Horatio swoon. He pointed to his sac. “Here.”
“My favorite place to drink.” Snake slid between Gunner’s thighs. “I’ll be gentle.”
“No. Bite hard. Make me come.”
Snake took a long drink from Gunner’s scrotum, triggering two more orgasms. Licking his lips, he straddled Gunner’s lap. “Those three pints are nearly used up. I’m mostly tasting you now, but that erection’s sticking around.” He grinned. “Lucky us.”
“Lucky me.” Gunner sucked Snake’s bloody thumb with scary enthusiasm, like a sexy baby vampire. His eyes turned to dark chocolate again.
“The flow will stop when you’ve had enough. Let’s see how many times you can make me come, eh?”
Propped on a stack of pillows, Horatio couldn’t take his eyes off the action. Snake impaled himself, moaning in satisfaction as Gunner filled him.
“Stretched full.” He clung to Gunner’s shoulders. “Take me hard.”
The devilish smirk on Gunner’s lips. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of Snake’s ass. The sweet smacking of lips as they kissed. Horatio was toast.
Giggling madly, Sugar curled up on his lap. “I’m completely sex-drunk.”
“Because Gunner filled you to the brim.” Horatio slid his fingers between Sugar’s ass cheeks. “It’s a deluge.” He gently massaged Sugar’s wet hole, coaxing a contented sigh.
“Don’t tell anyone,” Sugar nuzzled Horatio’s chest, “but I’m glad you’re back.” He pushed against Horatio’s fingers. “Tease me.”
Horatio lazily slipped a finger in and out while Gunner and Snake fucked with mad enthusiasm. Erotic overload.
“Something’s jabbing my hip. Is my ass turning you on?”
“Everything about you turns me on.”
Sugar licked a trail to Horatio’s ear. “I want you on my back with your dick in me. Can you handle that?”
Getting a chance to top Sugar Constantine was like finding the Holy Grail or receiving a blessing from the Dalai Lama. Horatio never thought he’d get an invitation.
“Handle you? Doubtful. But I’d love to try.”
Prone, Sugar stretched his arms overhead, legs parted. Horatio became keenly aware of how petite Sugar was. He hesitated.
“I’m stronger than you.”
“I know.” He put his weight on Sugar, pressing his cock inside as he melted over him. “You’re so tight, baby.”
“Mmm, I love getting plugged with a fat cock.”
Holding himself up with one arm, Horatio pinned Sugar’s wrists over his head with the other. Somehow, he knew exactly what Sugar needed—to be held down and railed until he drowned in sweet release.
Exorcism by ass fuck.
Guaranteed to drive out demons of guilt and self-blame. He drove hard into Sugar. Just the way he needed it. “I’m going to make you come for me.”
Sugar moaned into the sheets.
“Yeah? You like that? Tell me.”
Mouth open. Panting. Sugar’s moans grew guttural.
“I’m fucking you speechless, is that it?”
Wailing. Keening.
“Come for me. Now.”
One final drive. Sugar clenched—orgasm hitting like a lightning bolt, taking them both over the edge. Still inside, he collapsed, panting, and listened to the noises from the other side of the bed. Gunner’s soft cries. Snake’s sexy groans.
“Off,” Sugar groaned.
“Sorry.” Horatio eased out slowly and rolled onto his back.