Page 84 of Forge the Blade

Rei stroked the small V of skin showing at Sevastyan’s collar, the only bare skin he could reach. This was what was real.

There was no fire here. No clients. No masters other than Sevastyan. No owners. No small rooms with an overused bed. No screams from other abused slaves in the distance. Somewhere near, Jun was healthy and free. Geun and Yoihei were whole. Jaewoong was alive. Su-jin was still his own person.

And Rei, his own self, was with Sevastyan.

He pulled one arm free and reached up, wrapping his arm around the back of Sevastyan’s neck and kissed him on the mouth.

Sevastyan kissed him back, just as fiercely. The feeling of his lips ignited sparks. Rei arched his spine and wrapped his legs around Sevastyan’s waist. That hurt his ankle too much. He dropped his feet and put a vise grip on Sevastyan’s hips with his thighs.

“Little one,” Sevastyan groaned.

“Shirt off,” Rei ordered. He needed to feel Sevastyan skin to skin.

Sevastyan pushed up off the bed, his knees planted on either side of Rei, and plucked open the front buttons.

Rei pulled at Sevastyan’s waist, untucking the shirt tails and pulling open Sevastyan’s pants. “Master, please.”

Sevastyan met his eyes.

This wasn’t training. This wasn’t protocol. They were so far beyond the bounds of their normal. But he needed this. Rei spread his hand against Sevastyan’s abdominal. “Master, please.”

Sevastyan’s shirt disappeared, tossed somewhere beyond the bed. Together they tore off Sevastyan’s pants. Rei’s clothes were next. And then there was skin. So much skin. Sevastyan was massive and warm and everywhere. Rei fell back, dragging Sevastyan down over him. His heart thumped in his chest, last remnants of the nightmare still flickering behind his eyes. To chase them away, he had to keep his hands on Sevastyan, to feel the life of him, the blood moving beneath his skin, hear the breath entering and leaving his lungs.

Rei pushed, not even thinking. Sevastyan grunted and rolled. He gave an aborted gasp as Rei kneeled over him. Rei cupped his hand over the healing bullet wound. It was small now, just a bit of bandage covering it during the day. But it had happened. It could happen again. All they had for certain was now.

Rei spread his thighs wider to protect the tender point and leaned forward, cupping Sevastyan’s face in both of his hands. He kissed him like he could pour his wishes into Sevastyan’s body and protect him from everything. Sevastyan’s large hands braced Rei, holding him up and keeping him close.

Rei nuzzled against Sevastyan’s throat, not quite biting but begging for permission. “Master?”

“Anything. Everything.”

That was all Rei needed to hear. It was an open door; it was green grass beyond a landscape of bombed-out shelters and wreckage. He kissed and bit his way down Sevastyan’s neck, tonguing the pulse point under Sevastyan’s ear until he could feel his heartbeat. He sucked on Sevastyan’s collarbones, bit his pectorals until there were marks. Sevastyan’s hands never stilled. They cradled Rei’s hips, stroked his back, clawed at his thighs when Rei bit deep, and never, ever stopped communicating need.

Something like desire but more desperate built inside Rei’s chest. The more he took, the more he had to have. He ached to have Sevastyan inside him, to feel him down deep. Either Sevastyan needed to be in him, or he needed to be in Sevastyan. If he could sink through his master’s ribs and cradle himself against Sevastyan’s heart, he would.

“Master, please.” Rei ground his buttocks down against Sevastyan’s groin. They were still too far apart.

“Oil. We need oil.” Sevastyan’s voice was short and stuttered.

Rei threw himself towards the bedside table. The bed was too big. Everything was too far away. He fell, limbs tangling in the comforter. But Sevastyan rolled towards the edge. He reached with his longer arms over Rei’s back and snagged the bottle. Rei pulled his knees to his chest, lifting his ass to show Sevastyan his hole. “Please.”

Two slick fingers sank into him, hard, fast, and almost too much. He screamed into the sheets, his stomach tightening, his back flexing, and it still wasn’t enough. He bore down, getting depth and rotating his hips, stretching himself.

“You’ll hurt yourself.”

“More,” Rei gasped.

An arm fell across his back and strong hands yanked his legs straight, flattening him to the bed. “I’m not willing to hurt you.” Sevastyan forced him flat. Rei rolled his body-–a long undulation from his hips to his shoulders—trying to get Sevastyan further inside.

“Spread your legs.”

Rei obeyed. Sevastyan pulled out his fingers and poured oil over his entrance. He plugged his fingers back in, pushing the oil deeper as he went. Rei groaned and kicked his feet against the bed.

“Master,” Rei begged.

“Sevastyan,” Sevastyan whispered.

Rei froze. Sevastyan didn’t move, but his grip lifted off. Rei whipped around. Sevastyan’s face was white and his eyes were wide, as shocked as Rei.