Page 50 of Resurrection
It felt like coming home after a long trip abroad to stop some crazy witch magic. He hadn’t done one of those trips in years. The feeling, intense and familiar; he couldn’t hold it back.
Gabe broke the kiss, his fingertips running down Seiran’s cheek. Had he been crying? Fuck, he hadn’t meant to look weak. But Gabe didn’t pull away. In fact, his grip on Seiran’s throat tightened a little. Seiran sucked in air, instinct rather than need. Gabe wasn’t really stopping his airflow, more keeping him in place. And that hold felt like iron, immoveable. He should have been afraid.
Gabe kissed one cheek, and then the other, gently lapping away the tears. “I have a handful of memories of you crying.”
He remembered. Seiran trembled.
“I don’t like seeing you cry,” Gabe said. He breathed out a long sigh, and turned his face into Seiran’s shoulder. Seiran wondered if Gabe would bite already, and tensed. “Are you afraid?” The hand on his throat tightened again, this time cutting off Seiran’s air a bit.
He swallowed hard, his body reacting not in a bad way, but aching for more. Man, he was messed up. “Not afraid of anything,” Seiran said quietly.
“No?” Gabe placed a tiny kiss on the side of Seiran’s jaw and worked his way down, decorating Seiran’s neck with soft kisses. “You smell divine. The revenant says we could feed on you for a long time. Glut ourselves with your blood and magic.”
But if the revenant was in control, he wouldn’t be this contained. Seiran sucked in a narrow breath and called a bit of power. Nothing harmful, just a reminder, as he shifted the world around him to create a growing wave of ivy that sprouted from the bits of organic material in his clothes, and the cotton terry of Gabe’s towel. The vines wrapped around Gabe in small hugging bands, harmless right now, but Seiran could change that at any time.
“Kinky,” Gabe said with a light laugh, not easing his hold at all. His eyes flashed black for a second, and then the vines began to fade, falling away as Seiran’s power was dispersed.
Seiran gasped because that shouldn’t have been possible. Gabe should not have been able to control Seiran’s power.
“You’re my Focus,” Gabe reminded him. “That means what is yours is mine, and what is mine is yours.” He loosened his grip a little but didn’t pull away. He was completely nude now, towel gone, and Seiran’s shirt half destroyed, so it was skin to skin, or at least chest to chest. Seiran’s heart rate ratcheted up, a bit of fear rolling beneath his skin. What if Gabe could control his power? What if he went out of control again? Who would stop him then? The power of a master vampire and the Pillar of Earth at his fingertips, he’d be unstoppable.
“You are afraid,” Gabe nodded lightly. “It’s good to fear vampires a bit. The darkness inside is never completely gone. It always hungers.”
Seiran felt the slight skim of teeth along his throat. Nothing that broke the skin, just the barest of touch. And he wanted it bad. To be bitten, taken even, and reminded of what they’d been before everything had gone to shit.
“I’m not afraid of you,” Seiran whispered.
“No,” Gabe said. “It’s you that you fear. Losing control, becoming the monster the witches think all males with power will become. Hurting your kids, or the world, even when the world rejects you.” Gabe’s body pressed him into the wall, and Seiran bit his lip to keep from begging for more. The heat of Gabe’s cock pressing into his hip telling him there was a bed a few feet away, they could…
“You don’t know me at all,” Seiran said.
“Hmm,” Gabe murmured, and kissed Seiran again, diving deep until Seiran was panting, the small bits of air from Gabe’s hold and the kiss leaving him gasping, spots of darkness popping around his gaze. Exciting and terrifying all at once. He was so hard it hurt to be wearing pants, even though they were made with some stretch. Not enough give.
Seiran interlaced his fingers through Gabe’s hair, the length unfamiliar, but soft, even with the still dampness of it. It gave him something to hold on to as he returned Gabe’s kiss, his body begging for a thousand things he wasn’t ready to voice.
Gabe lifted him, hand leaving his throat and going to his hips, pressing them together. Seiran couldn’t help but wrap his legs around Gabe, the need to get closer, to be touched, loved, an irresistible desire. Gabe turned and carried them to the bed, lips joined, bodies pressed so tight together that they fell on top of the mattress in a tangle of limbs. Gabe’s weight pressing down on him, feeling so good and wrong all at once.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to give in so easily. But as Gabe unbuttoned Seiran’s jeans and shoved the fabric down, everything away, baring him, and then pressing heated flesh to heated flesh, Seiran could only cling to the shocks of need. His legs were still tangled in his clothes, even as Gabe took both their cocks in one hand and stroked them together, grip just this side of pain, the kiss not ending. Seiran trembled, waiting for the pleasure to erupt into an orgasm. Waiting for Gabe to sink his body inside Seiran’s and the bite of pain from being fucked and bitten. Too long, Seiran thought, since he’d had that sort of pleasure. He could handle it just this once, right?
Gabe’s weight holding him down felt like a thousand forgotten dreams coming back. Seiran’s brain stuttered with worries that this was just sex, that Gabe didn’t really remember him, that it was just some fling. But his body screamed, yes, more, take everything.
Gabe broke the kiss to trace a line down Seiran’s jaw with his tongue. Would the bite come soon? Seiran couldn’t stop thinking about it, wanting it. His body thrumming with a dozen needs all at once. Gabe reached down and shoved the last bits of fabric off Seiran’s legs, freeing them. Seiran wrapped them back around Gabe’s waist, needing him closer. His ass clenched in need, wanting him inside, begging to be filled—the heat between them something he didn’t know how it could possibly be natural—but he couldn’t refuse. It was like clinging to the last raft on a storm swaying ocean. Have it or die.
“Please,” Seiran whispered. He wanted Gabe’s hand back at his throat. He wanted to be flipped over and taken hard, reminded of the weight of Gabe on his back, the feeling of Gabe’s cock splitting him open, the bite of his fangs on his throat. Seiran wasn’t a kid anymore. It was okay to want. He was bonded to Gabe forever. Not something they could break. Why not indulge? Why not enjoy? He trembled with need.
“Please,” he begged again, opening himself, his mind, his body, the bond, everything, just to be touched again. Loved again.
Gabe wrapped him up in strong arms, kissing again, even as he lifted Seiran and carried him further onto the bed, reaching for the pillows and the drawer beside the bed. A tube of lube dropped down beside them, and Seiran stuttered for breath, wanting so much and lost in the glide of skin on skin while Gabe kissed him, ran firm hands over him. He worried briefly if Gabe would hate the changes the years had brought.
“Beautiful,” Gabe muttered, and flipped Seiran over, pressing himself to Seiran’s back, then rising to kiss a short line over his shoulders. “This is what you want?” Gabe asked, his cock sliding between Seiran’s thighs, hot and branding, making Seiran’s body clench with need. The tip of Gabe teased Seiran’s balls with rocking kisses as Gabe held Seiran up.
“Yes,” Seiran agreed. He wanted so much. But hated the idea that Gabe was only doing whathewanted. He wasn’t some toy to be played with and put aside.
Gabe laughed and sank teeth into Seiran’s shoulder. He didn’t break skin, but it was close and Seiran nearly came at the edge of pain dotting the intense roll of pleasure. Gabe picked up the lube and opened it.
“How old is that?” Seiran wondered even as the sound of the slick made his body clench with need again. He gripped the sheets; glad Gabe’s arms were strong enough to keep him upright. He thought he’d feel a bit mortified to find himself face down, ass in the air begging for it, even if that’s what he really wanted to do in that moment.
Gabe turned the tube over. “Fairly new, I’d say. Since the expiration is in two years.” He reached back with the slick, running his fingers over the crease in Seiran’s ass first, spreading the slick in small circles around his hole, teasing.