by R Phoenix
Kolt stilled against him, the string of kisses on his neck suddenly interrupted. His incubus sat up straight to look at him. “What?” he asked, looking bewildered.
Gideon’s eyes flicked to Kolt. There was something in that look Leandro didn’t particularly like.
He pulled his incubus a little closer to himself, teeth briefly teasing Kolt’s throat again. “Shh. He won’t be long. Will you, Gideon? Then I’m all yours, my Kolt.”
He didn’t say them, but the words hung in the air between them: this had better be good.
“Someone from the Organization was in here earlier,” Gideon said, and that had Leandro’s attention. “Ackerman’s didn’t bother to warn us, like he should’ve.”
Leandro’s lips pursed, and some of his arousal ebbed. He was sure Kolt noticed too. Despite the tight hold he had on him, the incubus still began to slip off of his lap. “No,” Leandro chided, voice positively gentle in comparison to the way his fingers dug into Kolt’s thigh and held onto his fingers. “Handle it, Gideon,” he said, then he did let Kolt go. “Let’s go upstairs, Kol’tso.” He wasn’t going to let one human — especially a pitiful one — get in the way of this.
Kolt slipped off of his lap and onto the couch, where he sagged down, casting an unimpressed look at both Gideon and him.
“Or you could both just drop your pants and fellate each other, and I’ll take the day off,” Kolt said, smiling sweetly.
It took a moment to register that Kolt had sat down beside him instead of heading upstairs as directed, that he was disobeying so flagrantly, and those words…
They might as well have been spoken in the celestial tongue for all he comprehended them through the haze of his growing fury.
Leandro made a low sound deep in his throat, an ominous rumble, and snatched at Kolt’s throat. “What the fuck did you just say?” he demanded.
Gideon took a step closer, and Leandro briefly shot a dark look in his direction. Kolt didn’t look repentant, and that only fueled his anger. The fact that he got a dark, angry look back, and the incubus had the audacity to grab his wrist with both hands, made him want to squeeze that slender throat with his bare hand until he could no longer breathe.
“Well?” Leandro scowled, when no answer was forthcoming.
“Nothing,” Kolt hissed back at him.
“Let go of my wrist,” Leandro said, and the air around them shimmered as he touched upon his own magic.
It was so easy to use here, in a place where the veil between the worlds was so thin that it often felt nonexistent. A breeze, subtle at first, began to pick up, scattering cards from the few empty tables in the lounge.
“And repeat what you said,” he dared.
“Sir—”
“Ackerman!” Leandro snapped at Gideon, wind whipping around him before lashing like a whip against the nephilim’s cheek. It left a harsh red mark there, and the man recoiled from it. He gathered himself quickly enough, which left Leandro feeling both bitter about the lack of prolonged impact and satisfied with the quality of his staff.
Kolt squirmed in his grasp, but the incubus’ hands fell away from his wrist, as he’d told him to. “I lost my temper,” Kolt hissed. “I’m sorry.”
Leandro stared into Kolt’s amber eyes, distantly pleased with how the bracelet so perfectly matched the precise shade. The reminder of his perfect control over the incubus was all that kept him from squeezing the lovely expanse of throat in his hand. The air continued to stir, and he ignored Gideon as the man strained to walk through the swirling air.
He leaned in, lips feather-light on Kolt’s as he kissed him and murmured against his lips, “Are you?” There was a split second of nothing but relative silence before Kolt kissed him back, hungry once more.
It was what Leandro wanted, but at the same time, there was something bittersweet to it. He’d preferred it when Kolt had wanted him, when he’d spontaneously come to him. All of this felt lacking in comparison. He let go of the incubus’ throat and sat back, his mood souring instead of improving with the kiss. As ever, it seemed Kolt was adroitly aware of his mood shift.
Kolt broke the kiss, lingering on his lip for a few seconds before he broke the kiss and simply pulled away. He sagged back against the couch next to him just as Leandro stood.
The wind abruptly died down, the room going utterly still all at once. In the wake of the howling, the silence was almost devastatingly loud. He turned on his heel, stalking to the door without uttering another word.
He could feel Kolt’s eyes on him, but the incubus — his incubus — didn’t follow him.
Leandro stalked upstairs, waving away the wards that protected his personal space — the space he shared with Kolt — and passed through, letting the door fall closed behind him. There was no satisfying slam; it was too well made to do anything but smoothly glide shut. He cast a dark glance in its direction, but it wasn’t as though he could do much about a door.
The fact that he was angry at a door said a great deal about his emotional state.
Leandro went to the modest bar he kept upstairs and poured himself a drink, staring down at the contents of the glass. It didn’t make sense. Why hadn’t Kolt followed? He shouldn’t have had to order him to; his incubus should have been eager to go with him wherever he wished, without argument or question.
Gideon shouldn’t have interrupted Leandro with something he damn well should’ve known he’d have to handle. But he had, and now Leandro returned to an empty bedroom and a cold bed.
Others of his kind took as many lovers as there were days of the week or more, but he didn’t need to embark upon some fruitless search to find some missing something. That was the beauty of an incubus: they became what you wanted…
Physically, at least. Kolt’s behavior sometimes left something to be desired.
He continued into the bathroom, taking a long drink as he started to run water for a bath. Kolt should’ve been there. He wasn’t, and it was for reasons that didn’t even make sense.
His mood darkened further, and he drained the rest of the glass in one go. He set it down on the counter, then eased into the water.
It grew quiet once the water in the tub subsided and settled around him, and it left him entirely too alone with his thoughts. He didn't much like it. He should've refilled his drink before getting in. Instead, he sat there alone and without even a drink, the heat of the water doing little to soothe his mood.
Leandro, of all people shouldn’t have been sitting alone in the bath. His dick should have been inside of Kolt. The thought came unbidden and fanned the flames of his quiet rage right up until Kolt appeared in the doorway — stark naked, but with a drink in hand. With the wards already dismissed, he hadn't been aware of the incubus’ arrival, and now there he was, bold and beautiful as ever.
“What is it, Kol’tso? Did you finally decide you were hungry?” Leandro asked petulantly, stretching out in the tub as though seeing his incubus didn't make him ache in more ways than one. He pointed to his empty glass. “I'll need another if that's what you're after.”
His words were met with silence, though there was something dark and dangerous behind the incubus’ eyes that he couldn't place. It looked like anger, terrible anger, and it was in brief moments like this that the slave looked disturbingly fae — and suspiciously like him... If someone didn't know better, they might’ve even been fooled. Leandro wasn’t sure he liked that.
The moment faded, and Kolt looked at the drink in his hand before looking back at the empty glass. Without a word, he stepped closer, right up to the edge of the counter by the tub where he wordlessly exchanged one glass for the other.
“Do you want me here, or should I just go back down?” the incubus asked, his voice quiet, guarded, as if he was expecting bad news.
Leandro didn't know which answer Kol’tso would prefer.
“Where do you think your place is, Kolt?” Leandro asked, drinking from the glass before offering it back to the incubus in what he thought was a conc
iliatory gesture. “Here, at my side? Or somewhere away from me?”
That terrible rage threatened to break through the surface, and he wasn’t sure if it was his own or Kolt’s — and the fact that he had to wonder infuriated him. Kolt needed to remember he was a slave. Perhaps he’d been too lenient…
“Wherever you want me,” Kolt answered flatly. “Which is apparently somewhere way at the bottom of your contact list, after Gideon and even your pet detective,” the incubus added, his bitterness clear as day.
Or perhaps he hadn’t been too lenient.
“Oh, Kolt,” Leandro said, his voice softening. He straightened, gently pressing the drink into his incubus’ hand. “I knew that would take only moments. I wanted it out of the way so I could give you all of the attention you deserve.”
“And what do I deserve?” Kolt questioned in turn, bringing the glass up to his lips but not drinking from it.
“My entire focus,” Leandro said, rising. Water slid down his body into the large tub, and he reached out and touched Kolt’s cheek with one wet hand. “No distractions. You and me, Kolt, together.”
“Yeah?” Kolt mused, his eyes narrowing a little. “So lock the door…?”
“Lock it,” Leandro purred, stepping out of the tub. “Shut out the world. No one else exists tonight, my Kol’tso, except the two of us.”
Kolt skimmed one of his hands up along Leandro’s wet torso, finally taking a sip of that drink. Just a little nip, really, before he pressed the glass back against Leandro’s chest. “No one?” he repeated the question.
Leandro took it only to set it aside. He arched a brow. “Who else would?” He didn’t know where this was coming from, who Kolt might think would intrude upon this — upon them — but he didn’t like it. “I settled business so it wouldn’t creep into my thoughts unbidden, my Kolt.” He stepped in, pressing in close and running his fingers through Kolt’s hair, leaving the strands slightly damp.
The incubus leaned into the touch, pressing back against him. “Good,” Kolt murmured, tilting his head up and pressing a chaste kiss against the corner of his mouth.
Leandro let out a pleased sound. A flick of his wrist, a touch of his magic, and the wards descended over the upstairs rooms once more. No one else would be disturbing them.
He deepened the kiss, one hand fisting in Kolt’s hair while the other settled at the small of his back.
Things with Kolt never remained chaste or sweet for very long, because when Kolt was good, he was so very, very good. That talented tongue was soon enough pressing up against his own, not quite trying to dominate, but certainly not yielding. Leandro also felt a leg nudge between his own, pressing against his crotch to stimulate him further.
He took a step forward, forcing Kolt to step back in the direction of the wall. He wasn’t going to bother going into the bedroom, but he needed something to brace his incubus against when he took him. “Mine,” he said against Kolt’s lips.
“Yes,” Kolt breathed back in turn, sliding both arms around his neck — perfectly aware before his back even hit the wall of what he was up to. “Fuck me,” he urged, hopping up and wrapping both his legs around Leandro’s waist, giving him perfect access to that ass.
This was how it was supposed to be, what they'd been missing. A part of him wanted to deny the incubus, to truly teach him that he wasn't to be such an ungrateful creature, but his own need drove him on. He barely took the time to grab one of the expensive oils from the counter to slick his cock before it was pressing insistently against the perfect offering before him.
There was something to be said for the look in those light eyes in that moment, mesmerizing with the sheer wanton need in them. It was impossible to resist a look that desperately hot and needy. Leandro pressed in close as he thrust into Kolt to the hilt in one single hard thrust.
The incubus’ mouth fell open, but no sound came out, not yet. It wasn’t until the third thrust that a low moan erupted from Kolt.
Hungrily, Leandro pressed his lips to Kolt’s, swallowing down that sound and overriding it with one of his own. He was relentless, fucking his incubus against the wall and getting his skin damp. His fingers dug into Kolt’s skin as he held him steady — as though Kolt would really try to lessen the impact of those thrusts. No, this was what they both wanted, a display of nothing but lust and desire that would sate them both.
He wasn’t in the mood to make it quick, but then, this wouldn’t be the last time they fucked that evening. He still wanted to feel his incubus’s mouth on his cock, to feel him come undone beneath his own touch.
So much to do.
It was a good thing they had all night, and it had barely begun.
After Kolt’s fourth climax, Leandro had expected the incubus’ need to quiet down at least a little, but it didn’t even remotely slow him down.
Kolt was insatiable, true to form and nature. It was one of those nights where Leandro couldn’t even begin to forget that he was fucking an incubus. Resilient, hungry for it, and with stamina for days. Even after Leandro had fucked his face until his jaw had to be sore, Kolt hadn’t slowed down.
The incubus’ heaving belly glistened with sweat, just as his own back was slick with it. Yet despite not even having caught his breath, Kolt already had a leg hooked over his and was dragging himself closer against Leandro’s side, pressing up against him yet again.
The incubus’ slender fingers pushed the damp dark hair from his forehead, and Kolt’s lips were on his before he could get a word in edgewise. “You’re not tired, are you?” the incubus asked, leering a little more than he liked.
Then the pieces fell into place. Kolt’s reaction to finding out about his surprise and to being placed second in his mind, the way he hadn’t wanted to be interrupted — the conversation they’d had about how it was dangerous or some other such nonsense for an incubus to feed only on the energy of a single person.
Kolt was trying to prove his point.
“And if I am?” Leandro asked — meaning for his voice to sound mild, but it came out breathless instead.
Kolt’s teeth caught his lower lip as he stretched himself out like the sensual creature he was. It was a sight to behold, and despite the incubus’ efforts to wear him out, his cock stirred all the same. The things he could do to that body…
“You promised me your entire focus,” Kolt reminded him. “Just you and me tonight,” he continued to purr, and the incubus pressed his lips against Leandro’s neck.
“My entire focus doesn’t have to include sex, Kolt,” Leandro replied, even if his cock thought otherwise. The snort of poorly concealed laughter from his incubus didn’t help either. “A massage would be wonderful.”
Still sensual enough to feed Kolt, though, and for the first time, he really wondered if he’d gotten in over his head. As quickly as the thought appeared, he dismissed it. No. That wasn’t possible. When he felt the heat of Kolt’s hands on his cock though, he realized his error in speech.
Leandro let out a low laugh, capturing Kolt’s wrist in his hand and smoothing his fingers along his skin. “That isn’t what I meant, and you know it,” he chided, but he didn’t force the incubus’ skilled fingers to still. There was something infectious about the laughter, making it a welcome sound — especially when it was paired with a warm, skilled hand jerking him off.
Kolt’s fingers curled around his dick, stroking and tugging paying extra attention to the head, making Leandro’s thighs quiver in response. He groaned softly and looked at his incubus, who was so sweetly pleasuring him. The thought that this might be all some sort of ploy to prove a point irritated him. He didn’t like it, but he could see it in Kolt’s eyes, the sustenance he derived from even giving a hand job.
How much of his energy was the incubus siphoning? Leandro didn’t feel different, but then, he supposed he wouldn’t. It wouldn’t do for the person being fed upon to realize how weak they were getting until it was far too late. Not that he was weak, of course, but he didn’t particularly want t
o feel even slightly off in the morning.
Kolt was still his property, and Leandro was still the one in control.
His thoughts were lost all at once, the next swipe of Kolt’s thumb over the head of his cock making it impossible to consider much more than the touch. He rocked into it, moaning in encouragement. When the incubus lowered his other hand to touch his balls, he felt the swift buildup of orgasm at the base of his spine. His fingers clenched around Kolt’s wrist, hard enough to bruise, but even that didn’t stop his incubus.
Did he want him to stop? He knew on some level that he should end this, but he was too close to the edge, about to careen over it — assuming there was anything left to spill over those talented hands. He was certainly making up for the past few days, but something nagged at him.
Still, nothing was as important as the steady approach to his climax.
He arched, a sharp grunt accompanying his orgasm, and he let Kolt’s fingers continue to stroke him until it became too sensitive, too painful.
Kolt released him, biting down on his lower lip as he watched him intently. “Good?” he asked, ever so sweetly, while leaning in for a kiss.
“Always,” Leandro said, his voice rough. His hands slid down to cup Kolt’s ass, then he moved him onto the bed next to him. “And now, I need a drink.”
“What kind of drink?” Kolt asked, drawing in a deep breath as he sat up in the bed, looking like the cover model of a smut magazine, right there. One leg sprawled, the other bent underneath him, leaning back on one hand, while the other—!
Leandro’s breathing hitched as he watched how the incubus carefully sucked his thumb clean of the load he’d just spilled all over that clever hand. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning in for another kiss. “Mm… Rum and Coke tonight,” he said, though his hand slid over the incubus’ thigh even as he ordered Kolt to get his drink the same way he always did.
