Page 96 of Transfiguration
Luca sighed, pinched his nose and swallowed the contents of the cup. It was thick, barely warm enough, and felt like it coated his throat. “Gross.”
“In a few days, we’ll see if adding a drop of Con’s blood helps.” Sam finished his, took their cups and rinsed them before snagging Luca’s hand and dragging him toward the stairs.
“I worried I would wake up a raging beast,” Luca said quietly as he followed Sam through the house. He could feel something inside more tangible than he recalled from his many mortal years, but not a full split personality like he had always thought vampires had. He’d known Sam long enough to observe the revenant edging toward the surface a time or two. But Sam had really excellent control. Sam’s control was amazing, no matter what he did. Luca admired him.
“It takes some getting used to, and a balance of the hunger. We’ll practice using the revenant too. It can offer you strength and extra healing, but it will always try to take control whenever you let it rise.” Sam dragged Luca into their bedroom. He shut the door behind them and wrapped his arms around Luca.
Luca sank into his embrace.
“I’m not good with pretty words,” Sam said quietly, his grip tight, cheek pressed to Luca’s. “But I didn’t know how I would survive without you. Without either of you… I’m pretty messed up. I know you both think I’m Superman, but without you guys, I’m not. I’m just a guy who wants to rip everyone apart and doesn’t care who hates me.”
Luca smiled and swayed into the embrace. He wove his fingers into Sam’s hair and breathed in his lover’s scent like he could memorize it, and maybe he could. “I love you,” Luca said. “When my dad gets back, I’ll have to thank him for letting me have a mostly normal life. A life which allows me to be here for you and Con.” Luca had thought nothing special of his childhood, or even his longer than usual life. It wasn’t always easy, but he didn’t have a trail of trauma like his lovers did. Maxwell Hart, for all his faults, had shielded Luca as best as he could. “How about you love your way into my butthole?” Luca teased.
Sam snorted. “You are such a perv.” He turned Luca’s face toward him with his hand on Luca’s cheek and they kissed for a while. Luca had spent years memorizing Sam’s fangs, but it was his own that got in the way.
“Fuck,” Luca grumbled, cutting his tongue for the fourth time. It healed instantly. “That’s inconvenient. Not like I can practice French kissing myself.”
“No rush. We’ll work on it.” Sam tugged him toward the bed.
Luca marveled at Con sprawled out, only a thin blanket covering his hips, and all the ink on display. Luca could see the colors of magic woven into the runes within all that art. It shocked him, how much there was, and how drawn he felt to touch him. The familiar bond tightening and tugging him forward like he could craft and use those runes himself.
“Can you see the colors?” Luca asked Sam.
“A little. I can feel them. If I run my hands over them, they feel like static electricity. But I can’t define them yet.”
“We have a lot to learn,” Luca said, standing over the bed and letting his gaze roam Con’s body. The man was Hot with a capital H. It was hard to tell when he was fully dressed because the tattoos and the lean muscle were hidden. The aging lines had fallen away from his face. Part of the bonds? Either way, Luca longed to trace that skin, and rediscover his lover’s beauty.
Sam stepped away to yank off his sleep pants, leaving himself nude. Luca admired him for a minute, slowly pushing his own off. Their section of the house hadn’t been too badly damaged. Their room and a handful of others still usable. Seiran had taken the kids to the basement, which had an elaborate space of rooms, many hidden unless someone knew where to look. And Luca looked forward to the privacy.
He stepped close to Sam and wrapped his arms around his lover’s waist. They kissed again, and Luca sighed, happy to have flesh to flesh. “You’re so hot,” Luca muttered. “Where’s the lube? I need to be fucked.”
Sam laughed and slipped away to open a drawer and pull out the lube. “Against the bathroom door, pretty boy. You’ll be surprised how tight you’re going to be.”
“Why? I love a good stretch,” Luca said as he closed the bathroom door and pressed his chest to the wood. His cock throbbed with need. He trapped it between his body and the smooth surface of the door knowing if he got fucked hard it would be great friction, and a way to keep him from coming instantly.
“Going to ground is a renewal of the physical body,” Sam said. “All the cells are fresh and new. First few days back is a mix of over sensitization and relearning how to use your muscles. Sometimes I overdo it, and ache for a few days.” Sam squirted lube between his hands and slowly slicked up his cock. The sound of it was wet and delicious.
Luca groaned. “I’m desperate for that. Split me wide. Make me remember you tomorrow.”
“We’ll still be in you tomorrow,” Sam said as he traced slick fingers down Luca’s crease, coating him with lube and teasing his hole. Luca shivered, surprised at the chill. “Too cold?” Sam asked. “I can heat it up, but I don’t want to burn you. I’m still trying to get the hang of this fire Pillar thing.” Sam grew warm against his back.
Luca blinked. “Fuck. Wow.” Then it was too hot. “Okay, too much.” Instantly, the heat eased, but it faded to a mild chill again.
“Sorry, holding temperature in-between is hard. I’ll need more practice,” Sam confessed. “This ability is about half a day old.”
“No worries, just stick yourself in between my cheeks and we are all good.”
Sam laughed and kissed Luca’s shoulder, then pressed his hips into Luca’s from behind, shoving him against the door and grinding their hips together. Sam adjusted his cock to slide between Luca’s cheeks, teasing. He opened the bottle of lube and poured more between them, letting the slick drip down Luca’s crease. “You’re always so greedy. What if I just want to play for a while?”
“Best tie me up then,” Luca said.
Sam groaned and leaned in to nip Luca’s shoulder.
“Please,” Luca begged, pushing his hips back, needing to be claimed, even if he couldn’t feel Sam drinking the life blood from him like he used to.
“Without being stretched?” Sam asked. He pressed the head of his cock against Luca’s hole and though Luca relaxed, it felt impossible, like Sam was too large.
Luca cursed, and bore down, pressing his hips back, until the head breached him. It hurt. He wasn’t used to that, but he wouldn’t stop either. “In,” Luca demanded. “Fill me.” He trembled, needing the physical connection.