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heavy groan, but Trick didn't release him, didn't stop
humping him against the wall. His hands gripped Trick's
shoulders, squeezing hard as he screamed out his orgasm,
eyes rolling up as the sensation slammed through him. Trick
kept moving against him, keeping him shivering in pleasure's
hold.
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"Oh, fuck. Good, Sweets. So good." His mouth found
Trick's throat, pulling and sucking, teeth just teasing.
Trick groaned and wrapped his arms around Bast's butt,
standing and walking him out of the elevator toward the bed.
"I can't wait to fuck you, baby-boy."
"Mm ... yes. Yes, please, Sweets. Need you." He licked his
way up to Trick's ear, nipping at the lobe.
Trick dropped them both onto the bed, his Sweets' weight
heavy against him. Trick pressed into his neck, mouth hot
and wet, breath a warm breeze. Blunt fingers pushed into his
tight pants, tugging the vinyl off his legs. He tugged at Trick's
t-shirt, exposing the firm muscles for his touch. Wriggling out
of his pants, Bast kicked them aside, suddenly desperate for
the feel of skin on skin.
Trick backed away long enough to pull off his shirt and
jeans, barely giving Bast the time he needed to take off his
shirt before slamming him back into the bed, body hot and
hard against him.
"Fuck, yes..." The words were gasped into Trick's mouth,
his legs reaching up to wrap around his Sweets' hips. The
blaze of skin against skin was perfect hot and right and
erotic as hell.
Trick's arms locked onto the bed on either side of his head,
his Sweets' cock hard and insistent against him, pushing as
that hot tongue fucked him. He reached down, tilting his hips
and pressing the head of Trick's cock against his opening,
letting the drops of fluid leaking from his Sweets spread over
him. Then he ground up, grunting into their kiss as the head
of the hard flesh popped inside.
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Trick growled and started to fuck him, long, hard strokes
that he could feel all the way up his spine and down to his
toes. So good. His Sweets made him fly, made him believe
and love and oh ... He looked up into the face grown taut with
pleasure. "Make me so hungry, Sweets."
Trick's eyes opened, glazed and unfocussed. "Oh yeah,
baby-boy. Feed."
"Yes." The hiss sounded only a breath before he leaned up,
fangs striking true and deep, blood filling his mouth.
Trick thrust deep, body shaking as he screamed like he
was being murdered. Or like he was experiencing the best
orgasm he'd ever had since the last time Bast had fed. He fed
happily, body taking each of the sweet, shuddering jerks of
Trick's body as he pulled sustenance and pleasure from his
Sweets in equal amounts.
Trick's weight grew heavier, arms finally buckling as he
collapsed heavily against Bast. "Love you, Bast," Trick
whispered, voice soft.
"Oh, I love you, too, Sweets." He smiled, wrapping his
arms around his lover and holding tight. So much nicer than
the first time, so much sweeter and right.
Trick was still buried inside him, licking lazily at his ear.
"Mmm ... could spend the rest of eternity just like this,
Trick."
"I don't know ... it's nice to have you on top now and
then," Trick teased, tongue sliding into his ear, breath hot
and loud.
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"Mm..." He nodded, grinning. "...and the sucking's pretty
good, too. Guess we're gonna need a lot of fucking
eternities."
"Sounds perfect to me."
Yes. Yes, it did. And Bast would be damned before he
wasted another second of this sweet reality wishing for it.
Rolling Trick over onto his back, he began to work on filling
this reality with more loving.
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Epilogue
Trick watched as the sun set over the water. Just another
minute and then Bast could join him and they could have
their first night on the beach. He grinned. Only Bast would
want to live somewhere that people traditionally went to for
the sun.
He waited, waited for Bast to come to him.
"Sweets? Is it time yet?" Bast's voice was rough, sleepy
and lonely. The echoes sounded different here, above ground.
"Come look at your sea, baby-boy." He reached back for
his lover.
A slender hand slid into his, Bast wearing a thin robe one
of his, it was swallowing his lover up, but Bast liked them,
liked his smell on them and pressing tight against his side.
"Oh ... Oh, it's beautiful. You're happy?"
He wrapped his arm around Bast, bending to kiss the
sweet lips. "I'm with you. I couldn't be happier."
"Mmm ... flirt." Bast purred, gasping as the wind blew the
long, fine black hair. "It's so different here. So alive."
"Yeah? So you're happy? This is what you wanted?" He
looked down into the dark eyes, needing to know, wanting
Bast to be happy.
"Trick." Bast looked up at him, eyes old and quiet, the
sorrow hidden in them perpetual. "I'm as happy as I can be,
Chosen."
He closed his eyes; he couldn't bear to see Bast so sad. "I
love you," he whispered, lips sliding over Bast's.
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Bast opened to him, tongue sliding over his lips.
"Chosen..."
"I love you," he whispered again, closing their mouths
together, taking a long kiss.
Bast melted into him, soft sounds pushing into his lips,
little sounds that meant love and need and please all rolled up
together.
He pushed Bast's his robe open, hands sliding over the
pale skin. "You hungry, baby-boy? It was a long trip do you
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