A Place for Cliff (24 page)

Seeing the attention Vida was getting, Dane’s arm only tightened further and Vida’s eyes twinkled in the sunlight always tolerant of his over compulsively possessive behavior.

But for Pavle, it stirred something in him, despite the unusual closeness between the two in front of him,
she
made his dick hard. And that was something he hadn’t felt for another in a long time.

“You see those two over there?” Dane pivoted pointing with an outstretched arm towards Cliff and his sister snuggled into each other’s arms laughing and cuddling despite the rest of the world then looked at Pavle. “Would you ask the same of them?”

Pavle swallowed hard, knowing where he had made the fatal flaw. Pyotr would smack him on the back of his head were he still a young lad right now. “No.”

“No amount of affection is too much for my sis.” Dane planted another kiss on Vida’s temple and Vida took it willingly, even if he felt a little silly under his brother’s overzealous show, but Vida knew Dane was hurting inside. Something no one else, but his brothers would be aware of. Dane didn’t see a dying girl, he saw a young man losing the sister he had always tended after and Dane felt that all the way into his heart. They both knew Dane would not fare well if anything happened to him. So he stayed right where he was, smothered by his big brother’s arms, even if it meant missing out on the possible interest of the handsome man.

The day was winding down while some had gone home, Trenton and Diesel still remained as did most of Pyotr’s brothers that lived in the area. They were gathered in the living room nursing harder tonics then the beers from earlier. Katianna was sitting with Kimmi reading what could have been only an excerpt from one of her erotica romances made clear by the bright red blush on the young girls face and the double hand hide as she gasped in youthful innocence.

Pyotr watched as his friend still watched his unicorn like a hawk watched its prey. The kidnapping of Katianna was still showing its teeth in his friend’s actions and he wondered how this effected their lifestyle of D/s. “Trenton we’re good friends, but I worry over the effects from the kidnapping on you and Katianna’s relationship. Does this concern you? Has it caused doubts for the two of you and your arrangement?”

Trenton shook his head and a deep rooted expression of contentment came over his face. “If anything it has enforced our bond.”

“And how about the rest? How has she recovered from her trauma?”

Trenton took in a long breath glancing back over at her. That had been the hardest most painful thing he’d ever endured in all his life, coming so close to losing her when he had just gotten her into his life. “The nightmares are few and far between. I can sooth her without ever waking her up now.” He looked back at Pyotr attempting a confident expression, “She never steps from mine or Diesel’s sight anymore.”

Pyotr only nodded, but he nodded with assurance. Such nightmares were not expected to vanish over night, that Trenton had managed her therapy on his own was impressive and revealed his knowledge and deep caring for his woman.

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Kimmi’s hospital bed remained in the den now transformed into her bedroom where she slept in front of the French doors, letting her enjoy the outdoors whenever she wanted. The glass panes on it had all nearly been painted by her; only the top and bottom ones hadn’t been reached.

The next day Kimmi’s passing came. Cliff had been curled up at her side, Pavel kept tentative of her comfort having exchanged out the empty bottle of morphine for a full one that morning. Enough to hold her over for a couple of days and keep her comfortable.

Kimmi was describing to Cliff about her next world adventure, traveling first class on the back of a whale to Hawaii to see the volcano eruptions from the water, then for a hike through the rainforest and pick exotic flowers to weave together into a crown for her head and finish off the night with a luau party with food and dancing. At the first light she was back on her whale heading for her next destination. Her imaginary trips had grown more elaborate and more exotic ever since Pyotr had come into their lives. She never got to finish school because she was always so sick, so at her request he taught her new things. He let her pick the topic then he filled her head with as much as he could until she was ready for the next topic. She got to know all the animals of the sea and all kinds of places around the globe.

Pyotr had stayed at Cliff’s side the whole time like the mother hen he was. He listened to her story as she tried to share it half dazed from the morphine given to keep her comfortable, often long pauses between the details as she drifted in and out of sleep. Each time somehow she managed to pick up right where she left off before she dozed off again.

He’d recalled when he was helping her discover Tibet and the Tibetan beliefs. She was completely encapsulated with it when she learned they believed in reincarnation and she decided she wanted to go there so she could make a wish that she would come back and be a healthy girl. And she could grow up and be a dancer or maybe she’d still be an artist only she’d do the stained glass windows you see in the large chapels. And then she’d get married and have lots of babies and take vacations to different countries. But about a month ago she changed her wish. She didn’t want to come back if it meant it being any different than what it was. She didn’t want to live without her brother; she didn’t want to risk having a life with one less ounce of time or love the two of them shared together. So the only wish she had now was that after she was gone, Cliff would find peace and go on living and be happy.

Curled into her brother’s chest their fingers stitched together in a seamless hold he kissed the top of her head over and over as she wove her magical journey for them. It was right about the time when her story had her arriving in Tibet to climb the steps to the Labrang Monastery, so she could spin all the colorful prayer wheels that her story stopped.

A half hour later Kimmi Patterson slipped away and the silence in the room soon broke with the muffled wails of her brother.

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

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Cliff had just gotten out of the shower when Pyotr barged in on him completely naked and beautifully hard. Pyotr was instantly grabbing him, lifting and set him on the counter. He tore the towel from his waist and lifted his legs in his arms trapping him in his hold.

“No don’t do this.” It was hardly the protest he meant, but he loved Pyotr’s body and loved feeling it against his own. That he yearned for it again was breaking down his resistance.

“You’ve had two tests run, both came back negative, I won’t let you push me away any longer.” Cliff’s hand went up slapping against Pyotr’s chest while the other went stiff behind him holding his body up, “How do you know about the tests?”

“I had Pavle check your file.”

“That’s cheating.”

“Yes its cheating, but you can’t keep pulling away from me… I love you too much to let you go.”

Pyotr’s very confession floored Cliff and his hand softened against his demands. Pyotr lifted his legs higher and spread them, his hips moving between them til the head of his cock rested against the tight little hole. “If there is any reason that would make this rape say it now.”

Cliff said nothing and not a moment passed between him when he felt his lover’s cock fill him. Pyotr folded over him taking his mouth in the same act. They both moaned while Pyotr took on the more growling type as his hips began rocking back and forth against him. The hard shaft stretching with a mind boggling mix of pleasure and pain from being so tight.

Their tongues tangled in a deep kiss then released each other so they could catch their breath. Cliff’s back slammed against the mirror bending his head in a near unbearable position as Pyotr’s rhythm grew aggressive, plowing against his inner walls. His scrotum caught in the tight friction.

“Put your arms around me.” Pyotr growled and when Cliff did Pyotr’s arms flexed under his legs and lifted, carrying them up and out and into the bedroom. Each step sending Pyotr’s cock into his ass further. He felt Pyotr leg lift and down they went. He felt the bed hit his back and Pyotr folded over him bring his legs up with him and his ass into the air.

His lover kissed and licked his lips between gasps as he drove every carnal inch of his hard rod into Cliff’s tight shaft. Sending them both toward a fast release. His own cock slapping against his belly engorged to an impossible purplish red and dripping pre cum onto his belly.

“Dammit
draga
I’m going to cum too soon. You’ve made me hold out for so long. You’re so tight, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold out for you.”

Cliff’s hands wrapped around Pyotr’s neck pulling him down for a deep kiss tasting the hunger and need there. “Then cum inside me. I don’t deserve to cum with you making you wait.” Cliff made his first attempt to talk dirty for his lover, which earned him a gruff smile from him.

“Oh you’ll cum tonight. I’m not done with you yet.” And just then Pyotr’s head kicked back as he roared out. Cliff felt the pulsing in his ass and he tightened around it winning another ragged expression from the man.

Pyotr released Cliff’s legs and lowered until Cliff was pinned under the dead weight of his lover. He caress the man’s head and kissed him enjoying the exhausted after quakes that shook against him.  And he smiled because they all belonged to him.

Their night spent fulfilling their desires for each other’s bodies and when sated exhaustion claimed them Cliff drifted to sleep wrapped in Pyotr’s arms and legs. The man he loved more then he thought he would ever have whispering in his ear. “I got you.”

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Days had passed when Kimmi’s ashes arrived in a Tiffany glass box waiting until they could take them out to ride with the whales. Now it was held in his arms empty and yet full at the same time.

Cliff leaned back against Pyotr as they stared out on the ocean watching the whales drift back into the distance as the boat headed back into port. Pyotr’s strong arms wrapped around him gently like they belonged there and nowhere else. Letting his sister go was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life, but he didn’t have to go through it alone. Pyotr was with him and would continue to be with him for however long that was going to be and if he had anything to say about it that would be forever and then some. His hand went up to grasp at the arm that crossed over his chest and he let out a deep sigh.

“
Draga?”

Cliff let out another long sigh, “I’m going to always miss her.”

Pyotr nuzzled against the dark blonde hair of his lover, “We both will.”

“You think maybe one day we can go to the place in Tibet just for her?”

“If you like. Yes we can plan for it, but this year we’ve been invited to come down to the Island resort with Diesel and Trenton.”

Cliff bent his head to the side and looked up at Pyotr over his shoulder. “He’s going after that guy Paris, isn’t he?”

Pyotr nodded softly, “Yes, I believe that is his plan.”

Cliff felt a slight mischievous smile coming on as he thought about all the things he had heard about the adults-only resort, “I hear you can have sex anywhere you want  on the island. And they have employed subs to serve the guests.”

“
You
would be my
robovati
while we were there.” Pyotr’s lips nudged against Cliff’s head.

“What does
robovati
mean?”

Pyotr pulled Cliff’s head back to look in his eyes, “
My
slave.”

Cliff turned in Pyotr’s arms to face him and leaned in pressing his already hardening cock into his lover’s in a display of his developing agreement to their exhibition. “Maybe we should practice a little before we go—” he gave his lover a bratty grin, “just in case
Glavar?
”

Pyotr let out a lusty growl of approval and hugged him tight, “Just in case
draga
.”

THE END

About The Author

Talon lives in Tarpon Springs Florida with his twin sister and niece; where it is anything but cold at least 10 and a half months out of the year nor is he suffering any of those triple digits the rest of you have been this summer... but the best remedy for that is more heat and that can be found in his books.

He testimony to being a true writer is revealed in the three cats sitting on his desk that are just downright fed up with being ignored... so much so that some nights they're either parking themselves right on his hands or on the keyboard... they've learned its about the only way to get him to stop and pet them.

Talon works in the concert industry with staging and production and is an avid collector of several medias of erotica. Including erotic photography and vintage prints to go along with his immense library of Erotica and Dark Fantasy.

You can easily find him peaCOCKing about on facebook regularly along with his partner Author Tom 'Bear' Webb and working with a team of young inspiring writers.

Writing has always been an affair creating Fictions of Dark Fantasy and Film Scripts in the Action/Drama and a few Sci-Fi's. It wasn't until he began an ancient history tale that the works turned to the Erotic Genre and has been hooked ever since. In just one year close to 30 book projects have been started, many of which are nearing ready for release.
So be sure to have your reading glasses ready and block out some private time on your schedule, because...

“I’m about to make you wet.”

                     Talon
p.s.

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