Chapter 60 Gedeon
GEDEON
The first and the last to fuck him.
The realization I had the honors twined around me like a cocoon woven out of invisible tendrils. They clung to me, seeped inside, and rotted whatever defenses I might have had forged before.
Spreading Zion’s ass, I marveled at how my length disappeared inside him, how he swallowed me perfectly.
He was made for me.
Pacing myself to relish this for longer, I slowed and reached over. “Watch her.” I tilted his chin up so he was forced to face our girl settled on my desk. “See how the sight of you coming undone affects her.”
Following my instructions, Kali had perched on the edge, her knees apart. Determined not to miss anything, she watched us, her flush merging with the million cuts marring her.
Her moans were a song of addiction as she leaned back on one arm and circled her clit. The cotton fabric of her leggings betrayed the outline of her right hand and how it teased her pussy.
“Those sounds she’s making?” I dug my fingers into Zion’s jaw, his grunt serving as a drug of a wrecking kind. “It’s because of you.”
Adjusting her position to chase her high, she murmured Zion’s name, like I had taught her.
My little death knew very well who she could pray to and what would happen if she chose to transgress.
Those gods she reasoned lived in the stars?
They were nothing.
Mine and Zion’s names were the only ones she was allowed to chant, to use in a plea, to cry out.
“Pre-Pretty birdie,” Zion stammered, holding on to the couch’s seat as my hips smacked into his.
Again and again. Hard enough to rock him, to snatch the ground from underneath him, but controlled to avoid hurting him. The knowledge he bore burn scars on his left forearm because of me held me at bay.
After that cursed night, I had made an oath to myself to always look after him. To think before acting. To make him my priority.
Which was why I could live out eternity linked to him like this—our bodies joined but fraying at the seams as we climbed the cliff, higher and higher.
My thumbnail scraped down Zion’s stubble. “She’s going to get off merely from witnessing me destroy you.”
Holding his head up, I paid no heed to the heat slithering up my thighs and focused on how Kali bowed, how she struggled to keep her eyes open, how her lips parted on a silent scream—
She became a statue, still, unmoving—stuck in time. But then she plummeted, and a convulsion shook her like an earthquake.
Zion moved backward to match my next thrust, testing my self-restraint.
Releasing his jaw, I switched the angle, feeding him my cock in such a way it hit him just right. He contracted around me, coaxing dark spots to pepper my peripherals.
“I can’t—” His back rippled from the tension. “Take—” He groaned into the cushion. “This.”
“A little bit more.” I threw my head back, staring at a crumb of white ceiling paint right above me, trying to memorize its details to push away the precipice taunting me. “Just hold on.”
“I—” The suede fabric smothered his frustration. He glared at me over his shoulder. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
My rhythm faltered. If I was certain of anything in my life, it was doing everything to ensure his well-being. Even if it meant not letting loose.
“I’m asking you to hurt me.” Zion caught my hand resting on his hip. “Punish me. Please. I’m begging you.”
His voice… An incantation that broke me.
I snapped.
Grabbing his nape, I raised him upright, spun us around, and shoved him into the ebony bookshelves. “Is this what you want?”
He clutched the vertical boards to avoid smashing his face into the same-height books. “Yes,” he croaked, his confirmation floating out on another grunt as I positioned myself against his rim.
“Good.” I buried myself inside him in one vicious thrust. “Because I won’t be nice anymore.” Wrapping an arm around his midriff, I pulled him a step back. “Hold on,” I warned, and after a few experimental strokes, set a brutal pace.
Not too fast, not too slow, but deep and vicious, rubbing the rubbery spot that made his knees quiver.
If he wanted me to fuck him senseless, I was going to.
No more than thirty seconds passed before I held a shaking mess and not a person. Relentless in my advance, I admired how his thighs spasmed with each thrust.
To top it off, all it took was me gripping his dick for him to experience a full-body shudder.
He rested his forehead against a dark wood shelf, the edge surely digging into his flesh. “Gedeon.”
I twisted and squeezed his tip, my thumb brushing along the slit. “Zion,” I taunted him.
He was so malleable—like dough. A sweet goodness baked solely for me.
His ass pushed into me. “I’m going to come.”
“Go ahead.” Using the moisture leaking from him, I stroked his shaft. “Paint my hand white.”
I kept up my tempo, ensuring my pumps matched the slam of my hips. I had no wish to tease him anymore. All I wanted was for him to fracture, to lose it, to forget the universe existed.
“Come for me,” I whispered.
He pulsed in my grip, and a choke accompanied his joints locking up—
Wired as a rod, he exploded. Hot streams of cum flooded my palm and splattered onto the color-coded spines of my father’s books lining the shelves.
Yet, for some gods-knew-why reason, I could not care less about the destruction of the precious tomes.
Abandoning all reason, I pounded into him without a goal in mind, and when my tongue tasted the mist of sweat coating his shoulder…
I sunk my teeth into the crook of his neck. The possibility of a bruise forming tomorrow, staking my claim for all to see, tended to make me feral, and without fail, it did so now too.
The heat of his blood rushing to pool underneath his skin, his groan as he clenched around me, it severed the strings of my consciousness and hurled me straight into a chasm.
Seating myself inside him to the hilt, I lost my breath. My balls drew tight, the climb reaching the point of no return—
I free-fell, coating Zion’s innards with myself, stuttering his name in a murmur—worshiping him.
“I think I need to lay down,” he muttered so quietly it took me a while to comprehend he had actually spoken.
If not for me holding him up, he likely would have slumped to the floor based on the bout of tremors whirring through him.
My smirk spread along the abused part of his neck. “I like the sound of that.” Unable to resist, I licked the half-moon marks my teeth had left.
Zion’s heavy pants enveloped me in their embrace, and the evidence of what I’d put him through bolstered my determination to never let him go.
Even if he asked.
He was mine.
“Do not move,” I growled as I eased out of him.
His gasp, or perhaps a whimper, or a blend of both, burrowed into my chest and swelled, my ribs expanding to their limit—about to burst.
Before he could move away from the ceiling-high shelves stretching across the wall, I pulled one of his ass cheeks away, revealing the loosened hole I had ravaged. Pushing two of my fingers coated in milky drops of Zion’s cum inside, I mixed his release with mine.
He spasmed around my digits as I pumped them, adding a third to fill each inch of his insides.
“Fu—” His hips bucked forward, away from me. “I can’t—”
Pressing his back into the shelves, I immobilized him. “I warned you that you would not walk away dry, Zion.”
A snicker, and then a full-blown giggle rolled over to us. “That’s a lie.” Seated on my desk, Kali twirled a pencil. “You said he wouldn’t be able to walk at all.”
“Let’s see.” Removing my fingers, I backed away. “Can you?”
Wearily, Zion unglued himself from the shelves, a red line bright on his forehead, sweat beads shining on his temples, and took a tentative step—
He wavered, but caught his balance on the bookshelf. “I can walk.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Does not seem like it.”
“It’s your fault.” Pushing off the shelves, he collapsed onto the couch face-down. His body bounced on the cushions, and the dips and curves and planes of his muscles, that firmness, hardness on display, stirred my hunger again.
Kali had mentioned some citizens in Ilasall believed us to be cannibals, and sometimes I wished it were true. Then I could eat Zion up, one bite at a time.
“Here.” Stalking across the room, Kali offered me a pale wood box. Paper peeked out of the gap at the top, and I plucked a couple of tissues out to clean the stickiness coating my hand.
Sitting down beside Zion, I dragged my nails from his nape to his tailbone, the scratching so light he didn’t react at all, unless you counted the satisfied hum the gray cushion muffled.
Kneading his back, I imagined his body heat as a living being, something I could order to drain him of the last dregs of energy. “I like you like this.” A puddle of limpness at my mercy.
He slurped in his drool. “Like what?”
A chuckle rumbled out of me. “Content.”
With half of his shins hanging off the edge of the couch, he hugged the cushion. “You fucked everything else out of me.”
“That I did.”
“Wipe that smug—”
I threaded my fingers in his hair, grazing his scalp, and any objections he might have had fled him. The longer I rubbed his back and scratched his nape, the more his inhales evened out, and soon, they blended with the hush ruling in my study.
If not for Kali’s dream to decapitate the Head of Ilasall, to give people a chance at freedom, to ensure Alora’s death was not in vain, if not for Zion’s hatred for the cities burning as strong as a pyre, and if not for the sense of duty my parents had instilled in me, I would have packed our bags and ran away into the night with both of them beside me.
From my father’s collection of books, I had learned of what our civilization used to be, of the comfort so easily attainable to our ancestors, of the technological advances they possessed.
Our current life was a pit of mud everyone floundered in, and I would have given anything to hoist Zion and Kali out of it, to offer them a better future.
Situating herself on the floor before us, Kali hugged her bent legs. “Is he…” she trailed off, observing motionless Zion.
“Asleep?” As long as I knew him, if you gave him two minutes of downtime, he would pass out before the timer beeped. “Yeah.”
“Why did you wait so long?” she asked, fiddling with the laces of her boots. “He’d clearly wanted you way before you…located me.”
The number of times I had wondered that was infinite. It wasn’t one of those questions with obvious answers, such as a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’. The resolution here was more like a child’s drawing: a bunch of hurriedly scribbled lines, usually in concentric circles—a maze.
“Fear.” Once I had discovered the path in that labyrinth, I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
“We grew up together, spent our time goofing around or in training. Or with me and Conall chasing Zion and Damia to pull them out of the messes they would get themselves into. I can’t say when things got more intense between him and me, but… ”
Something must have been there since the beginning. Since the day a kid with an inclination for trouble had entered my class at school.
“I was terrified of losing what we already had. And then the war came. The deaths of our parents, the suicide of his sister, my idiotic reaction to his recklessness, it all instilled another layer of dread. So I waited for it to pass.” I traced Zion’s spine, up and down. “In the end, it did not.”
“But something else changed.” Kali tugged her leggings to cover her ankles. “I’m not blind, Gedeon. You’ve changed. You’re like a different person right now, and I like it, I do, it’s just…” She tucked a lock of her black waves behind her ear. “Unexpected.”
“I know.” Careful not to disturb Zion, I unfastened the strap secured around his bicep.
Sleeping with his knife had become second nature to him.
“I think it’s because the day after tomorrow is when everything will change.
War is not something that can be taken lightly.
It’s not merely a victory or a loss. It’s everything that occurs in between, the trail of carnage that permanently alters your being. ”
She looked out the window into the gloom swirling beyond the glass. “I understand consequences are inevitable.”
“Do you?” My question was so bitter it abraded my throat.
“In battle, like in first aid, you come first. Only then are you supposed to help others.” In my case, the opposite was non-negotiable.
“But that is something I can’t promise. Because you two are the only outcome I care about, not whether we win. Not anymore.”
For so long, I had thought the scars I had coerced Zion into inflicting upon himself were it, the barrier so thick and high it had locked him out, leaving only the crumbs of who he was for the universe to see.
But the way he had smiled the last few days at me… Not a grin or a grimace, a wink or a smirk, just…softness. As though he had calmed down. As though he could simply be. As though everything had clicked into place.
It simultaneously broke my heart and repaired it, stopped its beating and restarted it anew, healed the lacerations so deep they had sliced the organ in two.
I had hurt him irrevocably, discarded him like someone irrelevant to my survival, but that sweet smile he would give me in the evenings and mornings, it solidified my resolve to repent.
I was a foolish man, that was true, but at least I recognized it.
I was going to do everything to fix my wrongdoings, including taking care of Zion in this world and whichever one came next. Death was a thing too insignificant to part us.
It had all started as a game for him and a headache for me, but it was going to end as a relationship of three.