Angel's Blade (7 page)

“What do you truly want, Nathaniel?”
Zeke asked, flicking his thumb around the crown. His knee pushed into the bones
of Nathaniel’s wrist.

Nathaniel licked suddenly dry lips.
What exactly was Zeke asking? His hips moved restlessly.

“Don’t fucking move,” Zeke said. He
let go of his cock and grabbed Nathaniel’s hips with his hands, bending over
and pushing his full weight on his arms.

Nathaniel couldn’t move if he
wanted to. Zeke was bigger than he was. Stronger.
And this is turning you on
like crazy.

“What do you want?” he asked again,
thumbs moving along Nathaniel’s hipbones. He pressed in until it hurt.

Nathaniel grunted, cock jerking. He
wanted Zeke. He wanted to be a true angel. He wanted to be loved. But he couldn’t
tell the angel rearing up above him that. He’d scare him away. He compromised. “I
want you to fuck me,” he said hoarsely.

“Thought so.” Zeke’s brown eyes
flared darker. “Are you sure?”

Nathaniel nodded. “Yeah.”

Zeke leaned closer, then ran his
fingers through the cooling spunk decorating his collarbone. “Don’t move,” he
said, again.

Nathaniel shuddered.

Zeke slid his wet hand down to
Nathaniel’s ass, spreading his legs open with little finesse. “Fuck. You’re so
goddamn beautiful. I don’t understand this at all,” he muttered, then placed
his hand behind Nathaniel’s balls.

Nathaniel groaned, hips jerking,
but Zeke held him down with his other hand. “I said, don’t move.”

“I can’t help it. Jesus, Zeke,”
Nathaniel said, voice hitching as Zeke circled his finger around his hole. “Fuck
me. I want you inside me.”

“I’ve only done this before with a
woman,” Zeke said, sinking his finger in.

Nathaniel arched his back, cock
bobbing. Zeke still had his knee on his forearm, so he couldn’t move much. “It
can’t be that different,” he gasped as Zeke slipped another finger inside.

Zeke leaned down, kissing along
Nathaniel’s shoulder. “The mechanics are the same, but I feel completely
fucking different,” he whispered into Nathaniel’s skin. He added another
finger.

Nathaniel’s breath whooshed out of
him as he tried to stay still. He tried really fucking hard, but he couldn’t.
He unfitted the sheet from his left hand and grabbed Zeke’s arm. “Fuck,” he
managed to say, but he wasn’t really thinking very well anymore.

“Shhh,” Zeke said, taking his wrist
and pinning it down. His other hand still worked at Nathaniel’s hole,
stretching. Teasing. “Almost there.”

“Zeke, please.” Nathaniel felt like
he was being turned inside out. He’d started off wanting to give Zeke the best
head of his life, make sure he didn’t regret feeling attracted to Nathaniel,
but somehow the situation had flipped him over. Zeke was in control now.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Zeke
said, still stretching him with his fingers.

The burn felt so good, Nathaniel
wondered if maybe he could come from this alone. When Zeke suddenly hit his
prostrate, he cried out, fisting his hands. Zeke sucked in a breath and held
him down through the pleasure, muscles bulging as he kept stroking, stroking
inside until Nathaniel didn’t even remember his own damn name.

“Yeah, that’s fucking incredible,”
Zeke said, eyes hot.

Nathaniel’s was so close, he
thought maybe if Zeke so much as blew on his cock he’d come.

“Wrap your fingers around the iron
frame,” Zeke said suddenly, slipping his fingers out.

Nathaniel stared at him dumbly. He
couldn’t move. If he moved, he’d orgasm.

Zeke smiled at him, then reached
down and drew Nathaniel’s hands up. He wrapped his fingers around the iron bed
frame. Nathaniel held on for dear life.

“Don’t let go,” Zeke said.

Nathaniel shook his head.

Zeke moved in between Nathaniel’s
legs, then tentatively touched his tongue to Nathaniel’s cock.

Nathaniel groaned, hips thrusting up.

Zeke backed off. “No moving.” He
opened Nathaniel’s legs wider and leaned his weight on them.

Nathaniel tried to wiggle and found
he couldn’t. Zeke’s strength held him completely still. He could let go of the
bed, but he had a feeling Zeke wouldn’t like that.

“Now, I’ve never done this before.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, so don’t move. Not one twitch.”

Nathaniel held his breath and began
to pray. He wanted Zeke to like this. He wanted Zeke to suck him, and then he
wanted Zeke to fuck him until his entire life changed.
Which is a bit much
to put on one person, especially someone who’s never done this before,
a
small voice said in his mind, but Nathaniel ignored it. He held on and when
Zeke sucked the tip of his cock into his mouth, he gasped, but he didn’t move.
He didn’t move when Zeke began to lick experimentally. He didn’t move when Zeke
moved his arms off his thighs and began to finger him again. He didn’t so much
as twitch when Zeke began to suck him, mouth wet and red and so goddamn
incredible Nathaniel couldn’t see straight anymore. He didn’t move until Zeke
backed off, fingers and hands and mouth abruptly gone, leaving him bereft. He
was so close…

“Wait, no,” Nathaniel said,
grabbing Zeke’s arm.

Zeke pressed a kiss to Nathaniel’s
wrist. “Don’t move.”

Nathaniel squeezed his eyes shut
and nodded. “Okay, okay.” He couldn’t stop panting, though—his ribs moved as if
he’d been running a race. He couldn’t stop the involuntary jerking of his cock
as Zeke moved around on the bed. He’d never felt so sensitized before. Not
ever. No other lover had ever taken him so close to the edge and just… stopped.
He prayed Zeke wasn’t freaking out.

When Zeke pressed the tip of his
cock to his anus, Nathaniel sucked in a breath and went completely immobile,
afraid to move. “Please,” he said, voice low and wrecked. “Zeke.” He opened his
eyes.

Zeke was staring at him as he pressed
forward. Nathaniel held his gaze, relaxing into the bed as Zeke fucked into
him, smooth and steady. He looked shocked once he’d gotten all the way in.
Nathaniel breathed out, letting his body adjust. Zeke was the one breathing
hard now, his body trembling. When the burn subsided, Nathaniel brought his
hands down and gripped Zeke’s forearms. “Okay. I’m okay.”

Zeke dropped his head down. “I’m
not. Not fucking okay. How on earth can this feel so good?”

Nathaniel understood. Zeke hadn’t
expected to like this. “It’s okay.”

Zeke made a pained sound. “How did
I not know this about myself?” His hips started to make small circling
movements.

Nathaniel shivered as Zeke’s cock
pressed against his prostate and sparks shot up his spine. “Fuck me, Zeke. Come
on,” he said, trying to get him to move.

“Yeah,” Zeke said, hips moving
more. “Yeah, okay.”

Nathaniel threw his head back as
Zeke started to put some muscle into it. The sensation of his cock sliding into
and out of his ass was the most exquisite thing he’d ever experienced. Zeke was
stronger, harder, somehow
more
than any of his other partners. His cock
bobbed between them, and then Zeke reached down and started jacking him as he moved.

“Come on, Nathaniel. I want to see
you let it go.”

Nathaniel’s vision whited out and
he grunted, and then, suddenly, Zeke changed form, right in the middle of a
thrust. His slate-grey wings burst out from him, beautiful and strong,
triggering something primal inside Nathaniel. He writhed, trying to cum, but
something wasn’t right. He need to orgasm. He was right at the edge, but he
couldn’t go over. Zeke lifted him up, using his wings to wrestle Nathaniel onto
his knees, and suddenly, something electric ran up his arms and down his back
and he climaxed just as the energy ran out of him. Wings exploded from his back
as his cock jerked, spunk hitting Zeke’s chest and belly. Nathaniel writhed,
Zeke’s strength the only thing keeping him up.

“Fuck,” Zeke breathed, hips moving
wildly.

He fucked up inside Nathaniel and
another orgasm took him as he tried not to move. The wings unbalanced him and
he almost fell, but Zeke held him too tightly. He groaned, holding on for dear
life, and then Zeke was cumming deep inside him. Nathaniel went over again, his
dick jerking weakly, new-found wings fluttering. Zeke leaned his sweaty face
down and rested it on Nathaniel’s shoulder. Nathaniel tucked his face into Zeke’s
hair and just breathed. They clung to each other for a long time, until the
last of the pleasure finally subsided and Zeke’s soft cock slid from Nathaniel’s
body.

“I don’t know what just happened,”
Zeke murmured. “I’m not even gay.”

Nathaniel laughed weakly. “You’re
not gay, and I don’t have wings.”

Zeke sighed and lifted away, gently
setting Nathaniel down on the bed. “You do now.” His tone was strange.

Nathaniel looked at his lover
carefully, not sure what to say. The freaked-out expression on Zeke’s face
decided him. “So you’re not straight. It’s not the end of the world.” His new
wings rustled behind him, as if they had a mind of their own. It felt weird.
They felt weird, not like he’d imagined it. He gently took hold of one of his
primaries and drew it around to his lap. The feather felt incredibly soft.
Delicate. Hard to imagine such fragile things could support a man. It was slate
grey, same as the marks on his arms. None of it felt real.

“It’s not that, Nathaniel,” Zeke
said, his voice soft. “I’m not upset about making love with you.”

Nathaniel went still, feathers
slipping from his fingers. “Then what is it?”

Zeke took a deep breath and touched
the edge of Nathaniel’s wings. “That’s a beautiful color, weapons master. Mate.”

Nathaniel’s heart seized up. “Mate?
Wait, weapons master?”

Zeke nodded and slid his hand down
to hold Nathaniel’s. “Yes. Mine.”

Nathaniel pulled away, gut
twisting. “No, that’s impossible. We didn’t fly. Hell, I
can’t
fly.” He
stood up. The wings unbalanced him a bit, but then he got used to their weight
and began to pace. “No.” He headed for the door, but stopped with his hand on
the handle. He’d just remembered he was nude and didn’t want to stride through
Castle Archangel with his dick hanging out. “Shit.” He banged his head on the
old wood.
What is wrong with me? I always wanted wings. And a mate. Why do I
feel so fucked up?
He turned around and leaned back against the door. It
made his feathers bunch up uncomfortably.

Zeke watched him. Something in his face
told Nathaniel he was sad.

“Don’t go.”

“Fuck,” Nathaniel said. He clenched
his fists. “Fuck.”

Zeke didn’t move. His wings looked
like great, grey stone behind him. He was like one of those old, stone angels
the humans carved to signify a vengeful god. He was gorgeous.
And he’s
yours,
Nathaniel thought, possession rearing up inside him abruptly. He
strode over and clasped Zeke’s face between his hands, then bent down for a
gentle kiss. “What the hell are we doing?” he asked, confused as hell.

Zeke kissed him back. “God works in
mysterious ways.”

Nathaniel pulled back, then began
to chuckle unwillingly. “Jesus.” His wings moved and he stilled them, still
trying to work out the muscles. “I have no idea how to put these away.” He
frowned. “Or even if I should.” He looked at Zeke. At least the sadness on his
face seemed to have dissipated. “What if they don’t come back?”

Zeke shook his head. “God wouldn’t
give you this and then take it away.”

Nathaniel swallowed. “Yes, he
would.” He thought of his mother, dying from breast cancer. He thought of Zeke’s
family, fading into the mist.

Zeke’s eyes told him he knew what
Nathaniel was thinking. “Shit happens, too. That’s how life works. How free
will works.”

Nathaniel squared his shoulders. “Okay,”
he said, then he concentrated. He pulled on something intangible inside his
chest, like a string he’d never known was there. His wings ached for a moment,
and then they folded into his body like they’d never existed. He stood still
for a moment, then rolled his shoulders, heart pounding. He hoped to God that
he could shift back. He wanted to fly.

“See? Your legacy marks remain,”
Zeke said in a rough voice, standing and tracing a finger down his arm.

Nathaniel nodded, then grasped Zeke’s
hand, tight. “I’m sorry.” He still felt unsettled. Strange. He didn’t know how
to act.

Zeke shrugged. “I have my own demons
to face,” he said, sighing. “I still can’t quite believe what I did with you.”

“You never felt any attraction to a
man before?” Nathaniel had to ask, no matter how much he didn’t want to hear
the answer.

“No. But there weren’t many women,
either. I just didn’t have time for sex. I was busy trying to learn how to make
weapons.” He laughed bitterly. “Weapons that shattered.” He sighed. “Was my single-minded
blindness to blame for my weakness?”

Nathaniel didn’t know. “How could
it? One has nothing to do with the other. And you’re not weak. Not even close.”