Don't Read in the Closet: Volume Four (89 page)

the tears from the young boy’s eyes. “It’ll be worth it to help those

lost and scared souls.”

“Have you requested an audience with your Father?”

“Yes. I go to see him in a little while. I think he’ll say yes.

Gordon, I cannot say thank you enough for what you’ve done for me.

You’ve taught me so much, and I wish more than anything that I

would remember you when I go to live among them.”

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permission to leave Nèamh. He was commended for his bravery and

selflessness, and unbeknownst to him, he would retain many, though

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not all, of his memories. There was a short, tearful goodbye between

him and Gordon. When Gordon wrapped his arms around Anson and

told him he couldn’t have been any prouder if he tried, it was all

Anson needed. On the afternoon of the third day of Devon’s fall from

Nèamh, Anson found himself standing in the middle of an empty

building.

“Open a safe place for your lost souls, my son. They will come to

you for safety, they will come to you for help, and they will come to

you with love. They are my children too.”

Anson smiled and looked around the big, abandoned warehouse.

Visions of rooms, offices, and young people with smiles on their faces

appeared before him.

“Excuse me, sir. Will this work for you?”

Anson knew that voice. He spun around and gazed into green eyes

he wasn’t sure he dared hope to see again. He gasped and smiled.

“Son, he will not remember you. You must start from the

beginning with your mate, but you can do it. I have faith.”

“Uh, yes. Yes, this will be perfect for what I have in mind.”

“Very good, then. What do you plan to do with the space?”

“Well, how would you like to have a drink with me while I tell

you my plans?”

The blonde man smiled. “Are you asking for a date, Anson?”

When the man said his name, goose bumps played havoc with his

skin. “I don’t believe in wasting time. Life is too short. What did you

say your name was?”

“Devon, Devon McGregor. And since you beat me to the punch

on the drink invitation, I would like to ask you to dinner. I know of

this fantastic hamburger place over on 17th. The servers there are

some of the hottest in town.”

“Not looking for any other guys, but sure, I’d love to have a

hamburger with you, Devon.”

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Devon studied him for several moments, his eyes squinted, his

head cocked to the side. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

Anson grinned and walked out the door. He looked up at the blue

sky and said, “Thank you.”

One Year Later

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, Sir. Very ready.”

“Such a good boy. What did I do before you came into my life?”

Anson licked his lips and held onto the headboard tighter, his

knuckles white. “You did without, Sir.”

Devon held the lube in his hand and poured a generous amount

onto his fingers. “You look delicious like this, spread out and needy.

Look how beautiful you are. You’ve been working out; I see a six

pack here,” Devon said, kissing Anson’s abs, working his way down

to his bellybutton. “Mmm, you taste so good.” He kept kissing,

running his tongue along the crease between thigh and groin, causing

Anson to buck his hips and moan.

“Please,” Anson panted, his hands grabbing the wooden rails

tighter.

“Please what?” Devon grinned and ran his tongue along the

underside of Anson’s hard cock. “More of this?”

Anson ground his ass against the mattress, trying his best to

control the eruption he felt stirring in his lower belly. If Devon kept

that thing up with his tongue, he was sure he’d explode. “More

everything, please.”

Devon licked the head of his lover’s dick, moaning from the sweet

taste. It was like heaven. He opened his mouth and swallowed Anson

to the root, smiling and looked up at his little angel. He stopped

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sucking, licking, and tasting long enough to look into those dark-as-

the-abyss eyes, when the memories of a past lifetime suddenly

inundated his mind. Dizzy and gasping, he whispered in awe, “My

little angel.”

“Sir, please, fuck me. I need you inside me; I want to feel you

deep. Take me and make me yours for all time.”

Devon blinked a couple of times and the memories of another life,

another time, grew stronger.

“It takes a special man to know what Anson needs to feel whole.

An angel who can control him, protect him, make him happy. He’s a

rare submissive angel and we are entrusting you to give that to him.

Do not stifle him; don’t hurt him, and he will be yours for eternity.”

Devon sat up and looked at his lover like he never had before.

“Anson, I need to say something before I make love to you.”

Anson moaned, trying to control his urge to demand his mate to

take him already. He’d made that demand once, and Devon stopped

everything, denying Anson the relief he sought. For three whole days.

Devon was a demanding lover, one who took total control and guided

them both to the freedom they desired, a freedom that could not be

found with anyone else.

Their relationship continued to grow both spiritually and mentally.

They worked as a team, helping whoever came to them seeking

acceptance and love. Devon quit his real estate position and went to

work with Anson, designing and running the center they called

Nèamh. The Celestial . Devon counseled the teens, while Anson often

spent time on the streets, in the back alleys and abandoned homes in

search of his lost souls. The building now covered a city block in

downtown LA. Inside were apartments, offices, school rooms, a large

cafeteria, a library, and even a club where the teens and young adults

could gather together to dance and enjoy life. Yes, this was what

Anson’s Father wanted and this is what Devon and Anson needed.

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“We’re in the middle of making love and now you want to have a

chat?”

Devon looked at him very seriously and Anson stopped squirming

and waited.

“I love you. In my heart, I believe I have always loved you and I

always will. Anson, you are my life mate, my soul mate, and you are a

rare gift. I intend to keep you safe. I intend to protect you, and I plan

to marry you, if you’ll have me.”

Anson smiled and closed his eyes.
Gordon, you were right. But he

took forever to admit it.
“Permission to release my hands, Sir?”

Devon took each of Anson’s wrists in his hands and pulled them

to his lips. He kissed each in turn, murmuring about how much he

loved his little angel. He’d been such a fool for so long and wasted so

much time, but he’d make it up to Anson for the rest of their mortal

lives. Devon believed that Mider had finally released the hold he had

on his son, freeing Devon’s heart, giving him room to love, and

finally, he felt warmth where the cold had resided since the beginning

of his existence. Devon had had the cure inside him all along; he just

needed to say the words aloud, to feel them, to let someone else love

him.

Anson batted his lashes against the tears in his eyes, and smiled.

No, he laughed out of sheer happiness. “Took you long enough.”

Devon traced the mark on Anson’s chest with his finger. “Proof of

my love, of my dedication, of my promise to you.” Devon looked at

Anson, traced his swollen lips with a thumb, and gently placed a kiss

on the tip of his mate’s perfect nose. “You have my heart in your

hands. We have it all.”

Anson couldn’t stop the tears running down his cheeks, nor could

he stop himself from climbing into Devon’s lap and wrapping his

arms around that solid body. “I love you, my sexy angel. Now, will

you please fuck me?”

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Devon chuckled. “I’m keeping track here. So far that’s four

paddlings for bad behavior. One for language, and before you say

anything about that, yes, it does turn me on, but only when I tell you

that you have freedom to speak. And in that, we’re adding another just

because I feel like it.”

Anson grinned. “If I added, please, would it make you hurry

things up here?”

“We’re making it an even ten.” Devon held him tighter, inhaling

the very essence of his angel, of his mate, and held his breath, keeping

Anson there as long as possible. Devon laughed and threaded his

fingers through Anson’s hair, cradling the back of his head. “I will

never get tired of saying it. I love you, truly and deeply love you.”

“I love you too. Now, blondie, if you don’t take me and make me

feel that love, I’m going to scream.”

Devon pushed him back with a smile on his face, spread Anson’s

legs, and knelt between them. “That’s fifteen.” Gently he pushed a

finger inside his lover’s body, watching his face carefully for signs of

pain. His little submissive angel gave himself over completely.

“No more. Just your dick. In me,” Anson panted and pleaded.

“Love me.”

“Anson, what have I said about the cheekiness?”

Anson squirmed and said with as straight a face as he could, “Not

to do it. But I swear, you take forever.”

“We have forever.” Devon lined up the head of his cock with

Anson’s hole, and pushed, the head slipping past the ring of muscle.

“Am I hurting you?”

Anson held the headboard tighter, took a breath, released it, and

impaled himself on his lover’s dick. “Now, please, move and show me

hurt.”

Devon swatted Anson’s creamy white ass and said, “Pushy

bottoms get what?”

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“A nice red ass. I’m game. Dammit, you feel so good.”

Devon pulled back, leaving only the head in Anson’s ass, and

leaned in to kiss his mate, deep and long, swallowing his lover’s

moans as he pushed in all the way to the root. A feeling like a spark of

electricity hummed around the head of his cock; it traveled through

his body at an alarming rate of speed, filling him with his lover’s

scent, his lover’s ecstasy, his lover’s life. “Do you feel it?”

Anson’s head lay back in bliss. He wrapped his legs around

Devon’s hips and when Devon’s dick hit his prostate, he screamed in

ecstasy. “Sparks. Mate! Please more, more.”

“For all eternity, you’re mine.”

Anson smiled and closed his eyes. He’d waited to give himself to

the only man he’d ever loved, waited a lifetime. He’d kept his promise

to the Father. Father had had to be sure Devon loved him truly. For a

year on Domhan, day in Nèamh, they had waited to share their love.

He knew that Devon had learned to love at last.

Devon closed his eyes, said a few words under his breath, and

gently slid his hand along Anson’s sweaty body, down low on his

hips, and drew three perfect stars which appeared on Anson’s skin as

if Devon had held a marker to design the patterns. Three stars for

three years. He traced the tribal mark on Anson’s chest, and with a

smile said, “I love you, Anson. My mate. I love you.”

Anson’s heavy eyelids fluttered open for a few seconds, and he

placed his hand over the new marks from his mate. “The next time

you mark me, can you at least make it in a pretty color? Like perhaps

hunter green? Or maybe a nice teal blue?”

“For you, anything.”

THE END

Author bio:
I live my life believing. I believe that all of us can do

anything we want to do. I believe that each goal we set for ourselves

can be met if we strive to meet that goal, no matter what bumps we

have to jump over to attain it.

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