Page 85 of Forge the Blade

Rei shoved him over with one hand. The larger man went, falling onto his back. Rei swung a leg over him, ignoring the way his ankle ached. He grabbed the oil, pouring a pool messily into his hand. Kneeling up over Sevastyan, looking down at the taller man’s face, he reached behind himself, finding Sevastyan’s cock. He gripped it, getting oil over the entire length, and then he sank down, taking it fully in.

“Sevastyan.” Rei breathed his lover’s name.

Sevastyan’s hands gripped Rei’s waist. His breath caught and then came roughly.

“Sevastyan,” Rei whispered. He rotated his hips, watching the other man’s face.

Sevastyan closed his eyes. He looked like he was going to fly apart, like he was going to run and cry, or crush something.

Rei gripped Sevastyan’s arms, pushing up and dropping back down, grinding himself against Sevastyan. He didn’t know he was going to speak until the word escaped his mouth. “Mine.”

“Rei.” Sevastyan’s stomach clenched and he rose from the bed, his arms enclosing Rei like wings, crushing him to Sevastyan’s chest. Their mouths met. Rei wrapped himself against Sevastyan. They were going to hurt for this later, but in this moment, it didn’t matter. Rei had the taste of Sevastyan in his mouth, the smell of him in his nose, his hair against his cheek, even his sweat painting his skin. They were as entangled as vines and that made the world right.

“Don’t die,” Rei panted against Sevastyan’s mouth.

“Okay,” Sevastyan husked in return.

“I mean it, don’t die.” Rei grasped Sevastyan’s face between his palms, pulling back far enough to see his eyes.

“I’ll fight, Rei. I always do.”

“Always come back.”

“I will.”

Rei pressed their foreheads together, catching his breath. “They took you. In the dream, they took you.”

“I won’t let them,” Sevastyan swore.

Rei closed his eyes, tears squeezing out the edges. He kissed Sevastyan on the mouth again, slowly this time. With Sevastyan’s cock deep in his belly and Sevastyan’s tongue in his mouth and Sevastyan’s arms wrapped around his body, he was grounded and centered. He slumped against Sevastyan. “I won’t let them.” He dropped all the emphasis on the first word.

Sevastyan hugged him harder. His ribs complained but he didn’t care.

“Please.”

“Words, little one,” Sevastyan said. “What are you asking for?” His voice was hoarse.

Rei gripped him back in a hug, feeling the tidal wave inside the other man. “Come in me. Make me drip with you. Rub it on my skin. Mark me. Please.” Consume me.

Sevastyan lifted Rei and flipped their positions. He drove back inside. Rei closed his eyes, letting the primal force that was Sevastyan take him. He was so deep. His hips met the crease of Rei’s thighs with bruising force. Rei needed it. All of it. More of it. As much of it as Sevastyan could give him. So much that they could never be separated. He opened his eyes. Sevastyan’s hair was loose in its ponytail. He reached up, dragging the band free. Long, pale blond strands, so close to white, tangled in his sweat-covered fingers. He pulled.

“Rei!” Sevastyan gasped. He fell forward, crushing Rei into the mattress.

Rei laughed. He tangled both hands in Sevastyan’s hair, near the scalp, trapping him.

Tears ran out of Rei’s eyes. They ran down the sides of his temples, and yet he was smiling. He was full, so full with everything: the dark and the light. He was brimming with it.

“Rei-Rei, I can’t fuck you like this. You’re too short. My cock won’t reach.”

Rei squeezed his thighs around Sevastyan and let him go. He smiled up at his lover as Sevastyan’s cock plunged back inside, pushing Rei up the bed. Sevastyan smiled back at him.

“You’re happy,” Sevastyan whispered. There was a little awe in his voice.

Rei smiled wider. “I have you.”

“Oh, Rei.” Sevastyan fell forward onto his elbows but managed to stay inside. “You . . . I . . .” He closed his eyes.

“I have you.” Rei touched Sevastyan’s face. In minutes, they would go back to being master and slave. They had to. This piece of heaven was a truth that was yet to be allowed. They were playing with the edge of their sanities and their lives. No, they were already mad. “Mark me.”