Destroyer of Worlds (15 page)

Gray leisurely explored John’s chest with his
mouth, as if memorizing every inch. His fingers trailed John’s
sides and hip above the towel, claws in for the moment. He licked
one nipple, then the other, before sucking both into hard nubs. A
delicate nip, just the point of a fang, the shock of pleasure going
straight to John’s balls.

“
Fuck, feels good,” John panted. “Let
me do something for you. Please.”

“
Soon.” Gray bit John’s nipple lightly
again, dragging a gasp from him, before dipping lower. Tracing
John’s belly with his tongue, fingers finally peeling off the damn
towel. John’s cock bobbed in the cool air, hard and
leaking.

Gray bent his head, hair caressing John’s
thighs like silk. He licked a long, slow path from the base of
John’s cock to the head, catching precome on his tongue. John’s
hands balled in the coverlets. “Oh, damn. More, please.”

“
The fangs make it difficult,” Gray
said, a bit wistfully. “I do not wish to hurt you.”

“
Then just…whatever seems to work. It
all feels great.”

A swirl of tongue around the head, lips
sucking lightly on the tip. John propped himself up on his elbows
to watch. A part of his brain said this was insane; an NHE was
working over his cock, for the gods’ sakes. If anyone had told him
in his Academy days—or hell, a couple of months ago—he’d go to bed
with something not human, he would have been revolted. Or thought
they were crazy.

But this wasn’t an incubus or something
like it, corrupt and horrible, and only wanting to use him. This
was
Gray,
whom he loved and
trusted.

What Gray did felt amazing, even if it wasn’t
a full blow job. And when the drakul lightly teased his slit with
one fang, it was all he could do not to sink his hands into Gray’s
hair and fuck his mouth, scary teeth or no.

Gray pulled back, his breathing ragged and
harsh with desire. “I wish to feel your mouth on us.”

Interesting choice of pronouns. John nodded
eagerly, and was rewarded by Gray shucking the sweat pants at last.
Instead of lying back on the bed as John expected, however, he
climbed on top of John, straddling his chest, dick pointed at his
mouth.

John eagerly grasped the base with one
hand, using his other hand to grab Gray’s ass and urge him closer.
John licked the tip, the taste of Caleb mildly disorienting. He
needed to start thinking of it as
their
taste, he supposed. Assuming SPECTR didn’t
kill them all…

No. A thought for another time. He slid his
mouth around Gray’s cock, all the way to the base, distracting
himself with the feel of a stiff dick against his tongue, nudging
the roof of his mouth. He sucked hard, Gray’s hand tangling in his
hair, hips pushing in then withdrawing.

Yes. He closed his eyes, concentrated
on tongue and lips and teeth, letting Gray fuck his mouth.
Gray
growled,
a soft sound
which nonetheless resonated in John’s chest. What would it taste
like if Gray came? Would there be the crackle of etheric energy
over his tongue, to accompany the salty rush of semen?

Gray pulled back, easily breaking John’s
hold. “Not yet.” He caressed John’s face. “Not like this.”

“
There’s lube in the nightstand,” John
said, and hoped Tiffany hadn’t lied about it to spin him up. “I’ll
get it.”

Gray moved aside. John rolled onto his hands
and knees and opened the nightstand drawer. As Tiffany had
promised, a package of condoms and a small bottle of cheap lube
waited within. He snagged the lube and shut the drawer.

Before he could turn around, Gray’s arm
snaked around his waist and pulled him close. His back pressed
against Gray’s chest, Gray’s erection a line of hard heat against
one buttock. The drakul nuzzled his ear a moment, breathing deeply,
as if inhaling John’s scent. The tickle of breath against his ear
sent a shiver over John’s skin.

Gray took the lube from him. “Hold on to the
headboard,” he said, releasing John.

Caleb loved to bottom, and John had
assumed Gray would want the same thing. Lazy thinking; he
knew
they were two separate people
but let himself forget they might want or need different
things.

He did as ordered, taking a deep breath and
trying to relax despite the fact his heart felt like it might beat
its way out of his chest. Mainly from anticipation, but also from
an edge of nervousness, his hindbrain insisting something big and
predatory lurked behind him.

Gray’s fingers touched the base of his neck,
making him start slightly. They traced slowly down his spine, as if
Gray studied the contours of his back, drifting farther, across his
butt to the inside of his thighs. The claws came out, little pricks
against his skin. Again, nothing which would draw blood but which
wrung a gasp from him. Other lovers had scratched him in the heat
of passion, but this felt different, more intense. He swallowed
against the tightness in his throat and reminded himself to
breathe.

Gray pressed the index finger of his other
hand against John’s hole, the lube cool and slick. John focused on
the wall in front of him and tried to relax, to open for the
insistent digit. No claws out on this one, at least; thank goodness
they were retractable.

The lube warmed quickly from the heat of
their bodies. John moaned and pushed back, spearing himself on
Gray’s fingers. Gray’s breath sounded loud in the small room, like
the rush of wind preceding a storm.

The probing fingers withdrew. Gray shifted,
his long hair scudding across John’s back in a silken caress. He
looped one arm around John’s waist again, and the tip of his cock
pressed against John’s ass.

“
Do you want me?” he asked.

And damn, John wished he could see
Gray’s face, try to read something of his expression. Because he
didn’t know if the question was of the “get turned on hearing it
out loud” sort of thing, or if, after all their miscommunications,
Gray needed to hear John wanted
him,
specifically.

Either way, he had only one answer to give.
“Yes! Goddess, yes, Gray, I want you.”

“
Then you shall have me,” Gray rumbled
and pushed in.

* * *

It hurt a little, the burn and stretch
riding the fine line between pleasure and pain which had become
blurry fast. John let out a soft, ragged cry, fingers tightening on
the headboard as Gray sheathed himself, all the way in a single,
long thrust. And now the wild, powerful energy pulsed not just
around John but
inside
him,
sending his psychic senses reeling.

Teeth scratched the back of his neck,
propelling a different sort of jolt through him. Gray wrapped both
arms around John, pulling him onto the drakul’s lap, forcing his
legs to either side and opening him completely. Gray pinned John
against his chest, capturing his arms. Held thus, John couldn’t
move, couldn’t touch his aching cock now jutting into the cool air
in front of him, couldn’t do anything but tilt his head back
against Gray’s shoulder and moan, “Yes.”

Gray started fucking him. Long strokes,
thighs flexing under John’s, shifting his angle slightly until the
head of his cock hit John’s prostate with every stroke. John gasped
and thrashed, aching to touch his neglected erection, but Gray’s
immense strength meant he couldn’t possibly pull free. Pleasure
shocked through him with every roll of Gray’s hips, a blend of
physical and etheric. The tiny hairs on his arms and legs stood up,
the air around them charged with static, and he smelled rain and
incense.

Gray licked his neck from behind, a slow
swipe of tongue over the point of his pulse, down across his
shoulder. “Let me taste you,” he whispered, a velvet rumble in
John’s ear.

John’s mind reeled, trying to parse just what
Gray asked for through a haze of pleasure. Not his skin, obviously,
or his mouth or his cock. Which just left… “My blood?”

“
Just a scratch,” Gray said hastily. “I
would never harm you.”

Which an actual bite would most definitely
do. He hesitated to answer…but in the end, it came down to trust,
didn’t it? He was in bed with a being who could kill him without a
second thought, with barely any effort at all. He either trusted
Gray completely, or their relationship was doomed from the
start.

“
All right,” he agreed.

A shiver of anticipation went through Gray.
The drakul didn’t stop thrusting into him, but slipped one arm from
around him—although the other remained in place, still holding John
helpless. Gray’s fingers trailed over the join between shoulder and
neck, and John tilted his head to the side to allow better
access.

Gray’s breath caught at the gesture. There
came a slight sting, the tip of a claw scratching skin, just deep
enough to draw a little blood.

Gray’s mouth closed on the wound, and he
sucked hard. The cock working John’s ass seemed to stiffen even
further, thrusts increasing their tempo. Gray began to make a sound
halfway between an animal growl and a moan of pleasure, so fucking
hot, and John’s body responded in turn. Goddess, he wanted more,
wanted everything, wanted to keep going all night and to shoot his
load, all at once. His cock bobbed in time to Gray’s movements,
flushed dark red and drooling precome on the sheets.

“
Touch me,” he panted. “Please, touch
my dick, I can’t stand it anymore!”

Without lifting his head from John’s neck,
Gray brought his free hand around. But instead of feeling fingers
wrap around him, John received the light prickle of claw points
against his balls, his aching cock. Teasing, tiny bursts of
pleasure/pain, driving him even higher. He cried out, again and
again, with every powerful thrust, pinned and helpless and
needing.

Gray pulled his mouth away from the scratch,
still growling, the vibration echoing in John’s chest. He nipped
John’s shoulder, hard enough to bruise, the pressure of his arm
around John’s body tightening, hips driving his cock in deep and
holding there. A shudder went through Gray, and John just had time
to realize his lover came in him, when the rush of etheric energy
hit, like a burst of pleasurable static right to his prostate,
spreading out through every nerve, pushing him over the edge.

His balls tightened, and he came hard,
without even being touched, and Goddess, that had never happened to
him before in his whole life. He thrashed and bucked against Gray’s
hold, a raw howl of ecstasy dragged up out of his throat, all
rational thought erased. Gray’s fingers wrapped around his cock
even as he shot, sending a second shockwave of ecstasy through him
which went on and on, wringing him dry.

The haze cleared only slowly, thought
trickling back in through a heavy blanket of sated pleasure. Gray
still held John upright, which was a good thing, because otherwise
he would have collapsed entirely onto the bed. Possibly melted off
onto the floor, as limp and boneless as he felt at the moment. Gray
loosened his hold and stroked one of John’s arms lightly, just a
tender gesture, small and welcome.

“
Fuck, that was amazing,” John mumbled,
when he could speak again. His throat ached; he’d been all but
screaming there at the last. The whole house must know what they’d
been getting up to in here, but at the moment, he couldn’t bring
himself to even remotely care.

“
Good,” Gray said, sounding satisfied
and a bit smug. He let go, and John stretched out on the coverlet,
barely remembering to avoid the small puddle of his come. He knew
he ought to do something to clean up, but right now he just wanted
to bask in the warm afterglow of being well and truly
fucked.

The energy in the room shifted, folding
inwards, and a moment later Caleb stretched out beside him. “Are
you okay?”

John was sore and spent, and would no doubt
have a large bruise where Gray had sucked on the scratch, but it
had been the most mind-blowing sex of his life. “I’m fantastic.” He
forced his brain to work, even though he really just wanted to
drift off at the moment. “Are you all right?”

“
Um, yeah,” Caleb said with a snort. He
propped himself up on his elbow and ran a hand across John’s chest.
“That was weird and kind of incredible all at the same
time.”

“
So…you’re okay with this?” It felt
important to ask again, to make sure Caleb was still all right with
everything after Gray had fucked him through the bed.

“
Yes.” Caleb caught John’s chin and
gently turned his face to look him in the eye. “Look, it’s not like
I’m gone, or not aware of what’s happening, or can’t make
suggestions, okay? And yes, Gray and I have to figure out just how
to handle things going forward, but it’s just details.”

John caught his hand, wrapping their fingers
together. “I love you.”

Caleb leaned over, the curtain of his hair
falling to either side of their faces, hiding them from everything
outside. “Know what?” he asked, kissing John lightly on the nose.
“We love you, too.”

* * *

John woke from a dream of Caleb’s death.

He lay still in their bed, heart pounding,
his face wet with tears. Half afraid, he rolled onto his side.
Caleb sprawled beside him, deeply asleep, his skin unmarked by any
sign of bullets and betrayal. John couldn’t sense even a flicker of
etheric energy, which meant Gray must be curled up somewhere
inside, dormant or just quiet for the moment.

He considered wrapping his arms around them,
but didn’t want to wake up Caleb, who had been running on even less
sleep than he had. Instead he slipped out of bed and into the
bathroom. Dark shadows showed under his eyes, and he half wondered
if they’d ever go away. As he’d predicted, a bruise marked the base
of his neck, where it joined with the shoulder, but a t-shirt would
mostly cover it. He felt sore and stiff and smelled of sex, but the
night before had been worth any amount of discomfort now.