Page 130 of Inhuman Nature

DJ and Shaun helped Rake through every meltdown, giving him space when needed and pressing their hands to his chest and talking him through it when he wanted that instead.

And Shaun and Rake made it clear to DJ how much they loved his body, lavishing him with attention, but also listening when he just needed to vent his feelings.

So things might not have been perfect, but the way they fitted together was. They supported each other, giving and taking in equal measure. None of them were magically fixed, but that was okay. They had each other, so they didn’t need to be.

Shaun was done with stalking his past. But he decided, then and there, that it was also time to say goodbye to Shaun Forrester.

The gravestone was plain; no weeping angels or lines of poetry or extravagant plaques. It had only a short engraving, declaring Shaun the beloved son of Laurie and Jason. Shaun knelt and touched the letters, tracing his parents’ names.

“It says I died at eighteen,” he said. “They were right.”

“You’re not really dead,” DJ said.

“Is my heart beating?”

“No,” Rake answered. “But that doesn’t matter. We’re here. Together.”

“Forever,” DJ added.

Shaun looked at the gravestone for a long time, cycling through emotions. Sadness. Anger. Hope. As he read the inscription over and over again, however, the only feeling that remained was a sense of being unfinished.

Throughout everything over the past few weeks, Shaun knew he could rely on Rake’s dominance to help him get out of his head. They’d still been exploring together—not quite testing limits, but confirming what Shaun liked, DJ by his side for all of it.

Understandably, Rake had also been softer towards Shaun than he would any other time. Shaun had appreciated the slow pace and the gentle fucking, the tentative touches and subtle control.

But, now?

Shaun needed something more. Something that drew a permanent line between the old Shaun and the new.

For the first time, Shaun could decide for himself. He could choose submission. Choose both pleasure and pain. Revel in it, like he’d always wanted.

At that moment, he cameto a decision. He needed Rake to stop being soft with him.

“Have you ever readFrankenstein?” he asked, breaking the lengthy silence.

“I’ve seen the film with Gene Wilder,” DJ said.

Close enough. “Mary Shelley wrote the book. She was like the original goth. Had sex for the first time on her own mother’s grave.”

“I’m not sure I like where this conversation is going,” Rake said.

Shaun stood up and put both hands on his gravestone, pushing his arse out towards Rake and DJ. “I want you to fuck me. Right here.”

“Sweetheart, don’t you think that might be a little bit traumatic for you?” Rake said gently, even as he came up behind him and put his arms around Shaun.

“Maybe. But it also might be awesome.”

“Awesomeandtraumatic. A fantastic combination,” DJ said as he rounded the other side of the gravestone to face him.

Rake gave a world-weary sigh. “Only if you’re sure, Shaun.”

Shaun answered by undoing his jeans and pressing his bare arse back against Rake’s crotch. “Fuck me, Sir.”

“Christ,” Rake uttered, right against Shaun’s ear. Rake’s hands began kneading his arse cheeks, pulling them apart as he ground up against him.

DJ peppered kisses down Shaun’s neck, nipping at the skin and sucking along his jawline.

Shaun whined with need. “Please, Sir. I want it.”