DeVante's Coven (13 page)

“I think I already am. In love with him, I mean. God, he’s perfect,” Daniel sighed, gazing at Reed as he landed a dart on the bulls-eye.

“He is,” Maggie said, making a face. “And he can be a perfect prick.”

Daniel didn’t respond, just stared at Reed. He was startled when a sing-song voice chanted, “Maggie, Maggie, Maggie—here I am, dear!”

Daniel looked up in time to see Maggie flash an incredible smile and wrap her arms around a tiny woman with pink hair. Pink hair is pretty daring, Daniel thought.

“Daniel, this is Sophia... Sophia, meet Daniel, Reed’s newest fan.”

“Oh, hi,” Sophia said, eyeing Daniel from head to toe and back. “Are you here with Reed? Where is Reed, anyway?”

Daniel pointed to Reed, playing darts with that fucking guy and glanced back at Maggie in time to see her flash Sophia a
look
. “Oh,” Sophia said flatly, and sighed.

Daniel realized he was intruding on the women’s “date night” or something like that, so he excused himself. “Really nice to meet you. Love your hair,” to Sophia, and, “Take care,” to Maggie, and then he headed over toward the dartboards.

He approached Reed from behind and reached up with his hands to cover Reed’s eyes. “Guess who?”

“Ah, let’s see,” Reed said. “Got to be my leather daddy from the other night, tall, dark, well-built, eleven-inches...” He spun around and grasped Daniel by the shoulders. “Oh, it’s you. The Twink.”

Reed turned Daniel so they were facing one another, and cupped the back of Daniel’s head with his palm, massaging Daniel’s scalp with strong fingers. His other hand went to Daniel’s chin, tilting his face up, staring into it.

Just that, and Daniel was aroused, caught between Reed’s hands, looking up at him... waiting.

“You’ll do, as a stand-in,” Reed said, and bent to mouth Daniel’s lips with the briefest kiss. “But don’t tell your mother where you’ll be tonight. Or mine.”

Daniel smiled up at Reed. “Don’t worry your head. I don’t have a mother.”

Reed kissed him again, a little longer, a little more hungry. “Well thank the Gods for that,” he murmured into Daniel’s mouth, then pulled back, moved two steps away from Daniel, turning towards the door. Looked over his shoulder at Daniel. “The door is this way.”

“Yes,” was all Daniel could say, hanging back, heart hammering in his chest, hoping much too much that Reed would invite him along.

“Are you coming?”

As they went out the door Daniel was laughing because Reed was leading the way, tugging him impatiently and Daniel was hanging back, giving leering grins to the few hapless boys left behind who
weren’t
going to end up in Reed’s bed tonight. And just when Daniel gave up the distraction, there was a call for Reed from behind them. They turned to see Maggie hurrying out the door.

“Reed, can I have a minute?” she asked.

He shrugged. “This’ll just take a second,” he murmured to Daniel, and turned to her.

Maggie eyed Daniel and he took it as his cue to move along the sidewalk a few feet, pretending to give them privacy. The truth was that he’d be able to hear them clearly even from the end of the block. And he felt no shame in listening.

“Do you think this is wise, Reed? Jesus, he’s just a kid and you’re going to break his heart. God, tell me you’re not taking him home again.”

Reed didn’t answer her. Daniel grinned in the dark.

Maggie whined. “Reeeed. What the fuck are you doing?”

“I want him, Mags, that’s all. Want him and will have him. Tonight, tomorrow, any night I choose.” He sounded both stubborn and petulant, like he knew he was absolutely in the wrong and he was defying her, defying
something
, because he was doing it anyway. “He twists me up, somehow, and I can’t wait to have him again. I’ve been thinking about it all fucking day. Two days, actually.”

Daniel wanted to laugh, but he just stood still. He was doing it. He was in Reed’s brain and standing out in his memory. Reed was craving him. Daniel sighed softly. Mmm-hmm. He was going to win. And he didn’t know if that was because he was vampire or just plain because he was
Daniel
—and he didn’t give a shit either way.

***

Reed’s thumb stroked lazy circles into Daniel’s hip as their chests heaved, each catching his breath. After a few minutes Daniel rolled into him and rested his head on Reed’s chest. His soft blonde hair tickled Reed’s lips. If they stayed like that, it would make Reed hard again.

“Shower,” Reed murmured, and started to get up, tugging at Daniel to come, too. Daniel tugged back for a second, but then let Reed lead him out of the bed and into the shower.

Reed played with the water temperature while Daniel checked out the steam-room style jets that angled out from three of the shower walls.

“This is cool,” Daniel said. “Like ‘surround sound,’ only water. Hurry up and turn it on!”

“Yeah, I guess it’s cool.” Reed knew he had a silly grin on his face, but couldn’t help it. Even when the shower was brand new to him, he hadn’t been so enthusiastic. Hadn’t known to feel or take a moment to appreciate something so simple. He got the temp right and pulled Daniel under the overhead spray, watching his hair darken to a honey shade as it got wet. Then he grabbed the bottle of shower gel he’d bought just the other day... yesterday? Reed was getting confused because he’d been awake so much at night that the days were starting to run together.

Whatever day it was, he’d been almost out of shaving cream, so he was browsing a ridiculously expensive shop that he loved, although he would never admit—like to Maggie— that he paid eighty bucks for shaving cream… God, that made him such a queen.

He’d had Daniel on the brain, because ever since picking him up off the side of the road and trying to kiss a lesson into him, he hadn’t been able to get the fucking kid out of his head. And, surprisingly, actually fucking him hadn’t helped matters at all. Reed had been half-distracted in the store, popping open shower supplies and breathing in their understated aromas that had pretentious names like, ‘Fireside Vanilla,’ and ‘Cinnamon Oak,’—names that didn’t necessarily make sense, but smelled pleasant enough.

He hadn’t realized he was looking for something that smelled like Daniel until he breathed in the one called ‘Spiced Lavender’—and his cock went rock hard. Fuck. And in that moment Reed remembered Daniel’s scent as clearly as if his nose were pressed against the boy’s back, inhaling him. Who the hell smelled like spiced lavender, he wondered. And what the hell
is
spiced lavender? It’s not like he’d ever heard of it before. Not like anybody has ever heard of it before. But yeah, Daniel smelled a little like mulling spices, but somehow darker, more dangerous (Daniel? Dangerous?) and that deeper scent was masked by a sweeter one. And the combination definitely made Reed hard.

Before examining his motivation, Reed found himself purchasing the whole line of Spiced Lavender bath products. He wasn’t going to think about the cost, but he knew he would have purchased all of it even if it cost five times what it did. Ridiculous.

But now when he grabbed the shower gel and guided Daniel to face the wall, he was glad to have it. Reed stood behind the boy and squirted gel into his palm, then smoothed it across Daniel’s back and shoulders. Daniel stretched like a cat under his hands and made a sound like a purr.

“I didn’t even want to shower,” Daniel said. “I like to go to sleep smelling you on my skin—”

Reed cut him off, promising, “Oh, don’t worry, you will.”

“—but this is nice,” Daniel finished, rolling his head slowly from side to side, as if working out a kink in his neck. He purred again. “Mmm, smells good.”

“Smells like you,” Reed said, and then bit his lip for saying too much.

“Does it?” Daniel asked.

Reed couldn’t see Daniel’s face from behind him, but he heard the smile in the kid’s voice. So he guided Daniel’s head under the shower stream and laughed as Daniel spluttered. Then he massaged shampoo into Daniel’s hair, taking great care to keep it out of his eyes, and Daniel tipped his head up to keep the foam from his face.

“You’re washing me like a little kid,” Daniel said, and there was a note of complaint in his voice.

Reed shrugged. “Let me. I like it.”

Daniel leaned his head against Reed’s chest and tilted it back for a rinse. Reed obliged, and when the boy was shampoo-free, Reed tucked Daniel’s head beneath his chin, and washed his own hair.

“Do you want me to wash your back?” Daniel asked.

“Not this time,” Reed said, and his fingers slid along the water-slicked skin of Daniel’s sides, belly, hips—and then one hand combed through the soft light hair of his groin and the other reached for the bar of soap.

He ran the bar of soap along the crack of Daniel’s ass and Daniel shivered, so Reed did it again with the same result. He smiled; he’d definitely found an erotic zone.

He pulled Daniel back a step, out of the spray that shot out from three sides of the shower, lathered his hands, and traced a finger between Daniel’s ass cheeks, pausing momentarily before pressing his finger inside.

Daniel hissed in a breath, tensing for the merest second, then relaxing and allowing the full length of Reed’s finger to enter him.

“Good boy,” Reed whispered, even though it made him feel like a dirty old man. “Should we try another one?” and when Daniel nodded, Reed did.

God, he was tight for having just been fucked, and even as Reed had the thought, Daniel whimpered, and Reed went still, waiting.

“I’m okay,” Daniel whispered, but Reed was already reaching with his free hand for the shower gel, squeezing some out for lube. He pulled his fingers slowly out, just enough to capture the slippery gel, then slid them in again. Daniel’s muscles clenched strong around Reed’s fingers, and Reed noticed Daniel’s legs were shaking and pressed Daniel forward, murmuring, “Lean against the wall,” and moved forward with him until Daniel rested his forehead against the wall, his hips pushed out towards Reed.

“Push against me,” Reed said. “Let me in,” and felt Daniel respond so his fingers slid all the way inside the boy.

Something in Reed turned over, staring at Daniel braced against the wall, raised slightly on his toes and pressing his ass toward Reed, guilelessly open, offering himself for whatever pleasure Reed had in mind. Reed ground his teeth against the lump suddenly in his throat, and wished it were his cock in the boy’s ass instead of his fingers. Well, he could certainly remedy that.

He fumbled around the shampoo bottles with his free hand, scrabbling for a condom, tearing it open with his teeth and slipping it on himself with one clumsy hand.

“You don’t need that,” Daniel said softly, and Reed froze.

“Bullshit. I don’t ever want to hear that come out of your mouth again.” He wavered, not sure what to do. He should stop altogether, send Daniel away horny and unfulfilled. Punish him for even having the thought. But his own stiff cock raged and pulsed, eager to slide inside Daniel, claim him, and make him come.

Reed flexed the fingers that were planted deep in Daniel’s ass, and Daniel moaned. “I should stop right now and send you home,” Reed bit out. “Even suggesting we don’t need a condom only proves to me that you’re younger than you claim to be.”

“Oh, God.” Daniel’s voice was a plea. “Don’t stop. Please.” With one hand he held himself away from the wall; with the other he touched himself. “Please, Reed.”

And there was no way Reed was stopping now. He slicked his condom-covered cock with shower gel and pressed it against Daniel’s opening, alongside his fingers. He eased his fingers out while pressing his cock-head in.

Daniel cried out and shuddered, and Reed knew the dual sensation of allowing fingers out and cock in at the same time was something Daniel had never felt before.

The boy’s whole body went rigid when Reed’s prick was halfway home, and Reed paused to brush his fingers over Daniel’s nipples, first soft strokes, then pinching hard as he bit down gently on the back of Daniel’s neck. “Open for me, Daniel,” Reed whispered into the boy’s ear, and with a soft cry, Daniel did, and Reed slid all the way in, gasping as his balls slapped Daniel’s ass.

“Fucking… beautiful… you… are.” Reed gasped as he started a slow, steady rhythm, pushing in hard at the end of each stroke, making Daniel grunt from pain, then groan with pleasure.

“Don’t talk, just fuck me,” Daniel said in a voice much huskier than usual.

“I’ll talk if I want to,” Reed said. “And you fucking love it, little boy slut, love every fucking minute of me fucking you.”

Reed rested his chin on Daniel’s shoulder, peering down the boy’s body at the purple head of his cock. Yes, Daniel loved this, absolutely. He’d beg for it if Reed gave him reason to.

But not this time. He reached to touch Daniel’s cock. It only took one stroke and Daniel came, threads of white jetting out of him and landing on the shower wall. Watching it, Reed let out a moan, then grabbed both of Daniel’s hips with hard fingers, wrenching into him one… two… three… more times before he was coming himself, wishing for one hateful split second that there wasn’t a condom between them, but knowing that that would never be.