In the Darkness (29 page)

Evin turned back and held his cleansing wand out into the darkness. “Here, take this.”

“What is it?”

He lay down on his back and spread himself. “Touch me with it, and it will make me all clean.”

“You’re already clean; I can smell,” Gareth said, but he complied by stroking the wand up through Evin’s crack, over his balls. The tip, with its impossible, dry slickness, actually felt really good.

“Now put it into me. Slowly.”

“What? No!”

“Please. It’ll make me ready for you.”

After a moment, the weird, dry slickness of the wand’s stone touched his hole. “Go slow. Fish it in carefully.” The slickness forced him open and glided sweetly in. The tip was smaller than one of Gareth’s fingers, but it felt odd when Evin’s hole closed up around the wand’s shaft and the hard ball of the tip prodded inside him. “Slow…”

“Uh-huh.” Gareth’s voice was a tight growl.

“Hey. See if you can lick around the stick part and make it slick.”

When Gareth lowered his face, huffs of his breath tickled Evin’s ass. The wand’s tip danced and wiggled inside him as Gareth licked around his hole and wet down the wand’s shaft. “Okay, put it in more. Yes, slow.”

It was like two disconnected sensations. The smooth glide of the thin stick into his ass and the lump of the stone deep inside. There was a faint popping sensation, and the stone grazed him in a spot that made him gasp and jerk.

Gareth said, “Oh…you like that.”

“Deeper.” A little warm liquid gushed out of his cock, splat onto his stomach. Gareth wiggled the wand slowly in, and Evin writhed to feel the rock prod him inside. Fingers ran across his belly, gathering up the warm wetness; then they were in his mouth. Gareth was so good, stroking him inside with the wand and feeding him his own issue! He licked the thick fingers and sucked them passionately, hoping to communicate his gratitude.

“Tell me if it gets too much,” Gareth said, and he manipulated the wand a little faster. “It’s all the way in.” The stick wiggled in Evin’s hole, and the stone moved around, impossibly deep in his belly.

Oh, that’s so good
! He writhed on the stick a little while longer until Gareth dragged it ever so slowly back out.

“I want my turn now.” Gareth’s whisper left no room for argument.

There was another stab of pleasure as the stone popped free, and then Evin felt a cloth—Gareth’s gown?—toweling him off back there. “Wha—” Gareth’s hands gripped his hips, and he was pulled in until his back rested on Gareth’s crossed calves and his rear end was in the air.

Gareth pressed his face into Evin’s crack and slowly rubbed across him. Gareth stroked all over Evin’s ass with his face, like a child nuzzling a pet.

Evin laughed. “What are you doing?”

“You’re so soft and fuzzy. I love feeling your fuzz here on my face.”

“How stupid.” Evin was grinning like a madman into the darkness, eyes closed in pleasure as Gareth’s face dragged across his tender skin with slow, adoring sensuality. Soft and dry could be nice.

Then Gareth tipped him up more and began to lick with intense deliberation. Evin had a nonsensical vision of his body as a golden chalice standing before Gareth, whose face dipped in to lick out and savor the last drops of wine. Gareth’s tongue stroked the sides of his hole, slightly in, back out, then returning to split him lovingly open. Gareth pressed in desperately, licking and kissing Evin’s most private flesh. Evin may have been dry moments before, but now Gareth was drooling, making his ass slick, not letting an inch escape wet worship, still probing occasionally to lick Evin inside.

The powerful tongue swirled into him, teasing his senses and focusing pleasure on that one spot, like a spark of sorcelry just below the skin. Then Gareth’s tongue moved up higher, pushing and pressing the spark past his balls and into his cock, where it pulsed along the vein. Up and up Gareth teased and coaxed, all the way to the tip of Evin’s cock. Ecstasy burst over his senses with a shock that went to his cock and nipples and teeth all at once.

“Ah,
ahhhh
!”

And Gareth’s tongue was back in his hole again. Gareth did that over, and again, dominating Evin with a pleasure that left him as helpless before Gareth as wood in the carver’s hands.

And then the thick voice: “Evin, I’ve got to—” And strong hands settled Evin’s back on the floor, moved up his legs, placed them on unyielding shoulders. In the darkness, Evin saw those shining eyes, so full of lust that they bled it into the air like smoke from a flame. The wet, fat head of Gareth’s cock pressed into him, not too fast, but quickly, filling him up and swelling his body like the blood swelling his own cock. And deep inside, Gareth grazed that place that made Evin throw his head back with a gasp of delight.

They both groaned together, Gareth’s cock buried as deep as it could go, and they held there for a moment.

Then Gareth drew himself out and began to stroke in slow rhythm, giving Evin time to enjoy the building sensation.

“Oh, how I dreamed of this.” Evin sighed. Without breaking cadence, Gareth lifted Evin’s leg and delicately trailed kisses along the calf, down to the foot. Gareth licked Evin’s foot and sucked on his toes with more urgency and started to fuck him faster too.

All at once he pulled out, leaving Evin empty and confused.

“Stand up,” Gareth said. “Spread your feet apart.” When Evin complied, he was jostled as Gareth again sat beneath him. Gareth’s mouth briefly swallowed his cock and drooled to make it slick, but not for long. Thick hands cupped his ass. “Sit down now. I’ve got you.”

As he sat, Gareth’s hands slid up his back to steady him, and he found himself settling into a cradle formed by Gareth’s arms. He was lowered until Gareth supported his entire weight. His knees bent over Gareth’s biceps. They were face-to-face. Gareth’s eyes stared into his own. Evin’s slick, drooling cock rubbed against Gareth’s silky smooth chest.

Damp hardness poked him in the crack. Gareth adjusted Evin’s position a bit, moving his entire body to position his ass. They both moaned at the spark of pleasure from Gareth’s tip pressing into Evin’s hole. Gareth lowered him, gradually filling him again all the way as they kissed. Gareth’s tongue quested into Evin’s mouth. When they parted for breath, Evin began pushing with his legs, pressing his palms into Gareth’s shoulders, struggling to fuck himself on Gareth’s cock. This position wasn’t working very well for him, and Gareth chuckled at his desperate desire.

“Squeeze your legs together hard,” Gareth said. When he did, Gareth dropped an arm briefly and used it to get up from the floor. Evin remained impaled as Gareth carried him until his back pressed against the entry wall. Then they kissed again, and Gareth used the wall as leverage to begin stroking himself into and out of Evin’s body. Evin tore his mouth from Gareth’s long enough to cry out with delight and then went for another kiss. His arms were over Gareth’s shoulders, his hands in Gareth’s hair. He found himself alternately soothing and pulling hair as Gareth drove, faster and faster now, into his body.

In the end, he was just hanging on, the kiss broken, his head bobbing bonelessly as Gareth plowed into him. Pleasure buffeted him like gusts of wind until the moment of release. He came hard, spurting and splashing them both with hot liquid to the rhythm of Gareth’s abandon. The muscles that made his cock spit blasts of seed over his face and hair, chest and belly, also made his ass clench, a death grip on Gareth’s cock.

“All saints, Evin, oh,
yessss
!” Gareth’s cock speared him and surged even thicker as it shot seed into him again and again and again.

And they were spent.

They rested together against the wall, breathing heavily, with Evin impaled and draped over Gareth’s arms. Then Gareth lifted him again and carried him away. Evin pulled Gareth in to kiss again and found that his face, too, was spattered with seed. He laughed and began to lick. Gareth gently laid them down again, and they spent a few moments cleaning each other.

Evin knelt to rest on Gareth’s torso and settled his head against Gareth’s broad chest. “Do you remember what I told you, when you were in the dungeon?”

“Yes. You told me you love me. In secret.”

“I love you! I love you. But I can never repay what I owe you. For the trouble I caused, and for…t-telling the guards to…to—”

“Chop my neck.”

Evin curled himself up more tightly, filled with shame that made him smaller. “It’s my fault. I knew Denua would never let you go, so I made her order it, to save you. But I didn’t know…I couldn’t know for sure if it would work. You might have died. How can you forgive me?”

“But it did work. You saved me.”

“When I told the guard that Denua wanted your head, did you hate me? Just a little? You should have. You didn’t feel it, did you, when they p-put your head in that thing?”

“You saved me. So hush.” Gareth stroked him. “We both done awful things to save each other, but you had to do it, didn’t you, and you saved me.” Long minutes passed while Evin shook and Gareth held on. “Shhhh.”

When Evin could speak again, he said, “We have to save ourselves another time before we can try to find Teffaine. We have to get up from here and risk our lives again.”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to test the devices by myself? I could give you the vault key, and if something happens to me, you can at least try to run. You would have a chance.”

“No. I want us to hold hands, like at the door, so whatever happens…happens to us both. I don’t want to go nowhere without you.”

“Don’t say that! Ever since you got burned, you’ve been too ready to die.”

“I hope not,” Gareth said. “I just want to finish this so later I can get you to use that cleaning stick thing on me.”

Evin made a strangled sound. “Wanton cow!” Then, “I do love you. We’ll get out of this mess. Together.”

“Together. I don’t mind staying here for a while. The castle is nice. I like all the secret places. While you figure out how we’ll all get away, I can be a ghost here. No matter how long it takes.”

Evin pushed himself up to search for Gareth’s eyes in the blackness. “Is that what you want? To be a ghost again?”

“N-no. Well, I mean, you’re here, so I won’t be alone.”

“Denua’s lackeys will be looking for this room right now. Every one of them will want the things in here, because whoever has them will control everything. The whole kingdom. If we leave it all for the blood sorcelers to use, where can we ever go to escape them?”

“
Oh
. Oh no! We can’t…”

Evin shook his head. “Taking these things, that’s why we’re here, not to find something to help us escape. The only way to live is to take it all for ourselves. The sorcelry, the kingdom—everything.”

“Everything? And then what?”

Evin moved in to place tender kisses on Gareth’s face and entwine his fingers in Gareth’s hair. When he had the words, he breathed his vow. “You’re going to live in the light. You’re going to be a king with me. And you will never hide in the darkness again.”

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In the Darkness

Charles Edward

Charles Edward and his spouse are among the 18,000 same-sex couples wed in California before the passage of Proposition 8. They are recent empty-nesters who live in a drafty house near Knoxville, Tennessee, where there are two good ways to stay warm during the winter. One is to sit in front of the space heater and write.

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