Pure Logic

by Jo Penn

  “Let’s meet back here at one a.m.,” Rico suggested.

  “Want to go to a movie, mate?” Torrent asked Gloom.

  “Yes. I have not been to a movie since Ling was small. I remember the popcorn was very good.”

  “Don’t eat the popcorn,” Doom said firmly.

  “If he likes the popcorn, he can have popcorn.” Torrent shrugged.

  Doom cast Torrent a look. “So, you want to make my brother ill? Good to know.”

  “What? No!” Torrent exclaimed, confused.

  “I’ve got to go. You’ll be right with him?” Doom asked his brother.

  “Yes. Go see your mate, brother.”

  Doom teleported away, Torrent and Gloom going soon after.

  “Let’s grab a snack then hang out in the suite,” Freddie suggested.

  They made sandwiches and collected drinks then headed upstairs to the suite in the west wing of the castle. Rico decided Freddie was right. The castle might need a bit of color and updating. The kitchen had been redone in the last five years, as had the main bathrooms, but it’d be good to give the place a thorough going over.

  They ate at the two-seater table in the living room area of the suite and talked about Freddy’s friends and family. He had two older sisters, and his parents were still alive and living in the same house he’d grown up in.

  “I’m ready to mate or whatever you call it,” Freddie said after putting away their plates. “You, me, we’re soul mates. I get it. I feel it. And I love you, you know?”

  Rico smiled, loving the way his mate was. “I love you, too. Are you sure?”

  “Why wouldn’t I be sure?” Freddie frowned. “I said it. I’m sure.”

  Chuckling, Rico wrapped his arms around Freddie. “You’re right, sorry. You’ve really opened my eyes to a lot I had forgotten about, mate. And you’ve given me back my family and the brethren. Thank you.”

  Smiling, Freddie stepped out of Rico’s embrace and, taking his hand, led the way to the bedroom.

  “I’m getting a lot out of this relationship also. A new sword, a swish castle to live in, more family, and…” Freddie stopped beside the bed and turned to look up at Rico. “You. I’m damn lucky.”

  Cupping his mate’s face between his hands, Rico leaned down and pressed a loving kiss to Freddie’s lips. He didn’t linger, didn’t allow himself the pleasure of his mate’s kisses. He straightened and guided Freddie back to the edge of the bed and encouraged him to sit then knelt on the floor. He removed Freddie’s sneakers and socks, putting them aside out of the way. Straightening, Rico took the hem of Freddie’s shirt in his hands and lifted it up and off. Next, he went for the top button of Freddie’s jeans and deftly undid it then tugged his mate’s jeans and underwear off in one go.

  “Lie back.”

  He didn’t have to tell Freddie twice. Rico collected the lube from a drawer in the closest side table and, kneeling down, encouraged Freddie to open his legs so Rico had some room to move.

  He began at Freddie’s feet. First, he massaged as he kissed the inside of Freddie’s right calf, his mate groaning contentedly as Rico pressed his thumb and fingers to his heel. He kissed and massaged his way up, paying particular attention to places that had Freddie groaning, like the top of Freddie’s calf, strangely his ankle when Rico feathered his fingertips around it, and the inner thigh.

  He didn’t stop until he had Freddie clutching the quilt cover and his cock red and leaking. By then he was at Freddie’s apex and didn’t tease, taking his mate’s cock deep into his mouth and sucking him down, loving the taste of Freddie’s pre-cum and how his mate made little pleasure noises. Rico moved up and down on Freddie’s cock, using his tongue to suck just the head a moment, then taking his mate deeper into his mouth.

  As he sucked, he lubed his fingers and stroked between Freddie’s ass cheeks, enjoying building up the pleasure before rubbing the little entrance and slipping his finger in deep.

  Freddie sucked in a breath, and Rico bobbed his head up and down on his mate’s cock and dipped into the little slit. Freddie’s ass squeezed around Rico’s digit. He pressed another finger inside as he took his mate deep into his mouth and scissored his fingers, Freddie tensing and arching then coming in a hot stream down Rico’s throat.

  Working Freddie through the climax until his mate sagged back on the bed, spent, Rico had another finger in his mate’s ass as he released Freddie’s now half-hard cock.

  Feeling that he had stretched enough, Rico coated his cock in lube then climbed onto the bed on top of Freddie. His mate languidly wrapped an arm around Rico’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss as his legs moved around Rico’s hips.

  Positioning himself, Rico pushed in, the tight heat sending a wave of pleasure through him that nearly had him emptying his balls before he’d even begun. Sucking in a deep breath and releasing slowly, he began to move, edging his way in deeper, withdrawing, then going farther. He repeated the process numerous times before hitting bottom, sinking himself in as deep as he could go, then withdrawing until just the head of his cock was still inside, then thrusting back in.

  His pace was deep and fast, his movements quickening as Freddie clutched Rico to him, one hand going to Rico’s ass and squeezing a handful, the other keeping Rico close to kiss.

  As Freddie’s ass gripped and sucked and Rico could feel his balls pulling up ready for release, he let his teeth drop to thick fangs.

  “Do it.” Freddie turned his head to the left, offering his throat.

  Rico swiped his tongue twice across a vein that pulsed then sank his fangs in. Beneath him, Freddie groaned, his body jerking. As Rico sucked down good sprite blood, he felt warm liquid splash his stomach and his cock swelled.

  His climax hit him, Rico managing a few jerking moves as he emptied himself inside his mate and pleasure washed over him. He just remembered to withdraw his teeth and close the wound with his tongue before flopping on top of Freddie.

  They lay entangled for quite some time as the link between them forged. They would be linked for all time, be able to hear each other’s thoughts and speak to one another, and he’d feel what Freddie felt. Already Rico could hear some of Freddie’s thoughts and shuffled them to the background. He was used to this with his family blood connection, though having complete access to another’s mind was amazing and overwhelming. At least there was an off switch, of sorts.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “I think I’m going to have a sore ass for a day or so. I don’t hear anything yet.”

  “It will take some time. Torrent can help with that. I love you, linkmate.”

  Freddie smiled and they lay in each other's arms for a time.

  After showering and changing, they went downstairs and made dinner for everyone, a simple fare of an extra-large pasta bake and salad.

  After they watched a movie in the living room with Callum, Rico and his brother worked on some science matters while Freddie went with Uriel to get some groceries.

  By the time they returned, it was past ten and everyone decided to have a rest until half past twelve then be ready to go by one. Rico couldn’t sleep. He was so close to finishing the mission that his entire focus was on that, so he emptied out his old cupboards in his suite and made room for Freddie while his mate dozed lightly.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked when Freddie rose at twelve and Torrent had dropped by and used his mind magic to help ease Freddie into the mate link.

  “Okay. Torrent helped by placing what he calls a ‘tamper’ in my head that filters the telepathy a little at a time, like a stereo losing reception then coming back on for a moment. It’s weird, but okay. I’m more interested in you. I can feel you’re excited but also wound up. It’s big, coming to the end of your destined mission.”

  “Yeah.” Rico sighed, smiling. “I’m…happy. I’m glad you’re with me in this, and all the brethren.”

  They went downstairs and met everyone in the foyer. Rico held out his hand to Freddie. His mate grinned and
placed his hand in Rico’s.

  They teleported into a safe house a mile from Piccadilly Circus in England then walked there, Rico taking time to look in windows and suggesting a vacation with his mate. Freddie wanted to go to Hawaii and have a cookout. Kekipi Akana, Kaimi’s younger brother, was right behind them and joined in, offering them a place on one of the little islands the brothers and a few brethren lived on in Hawaii.

  When they arrived at Piccadilly Circus, they wandered around. Anna would sense for the globe itself, and Kekipi was sensing for any magical object in the earth. He identified five in five minutes. But Anna found the globe’s hiding spot beneath the footpath outside a pub on the corner.

  There were a few people about, Rico urging them on their way with his projector gift, though a drunk guy insisted on stripping first and bathing in the fountain.

  Once he’d left, Kekipi crouched beside the spot and, holding out a hand, said he would seek the globe and then draw it from the earth.

  Player was here, as he was the leader of the two-hundred-year-old generation of defenders and guards, and Kekipi was part of that group. Punk was also here, and it was obvious he had no leadership skills but was here for Kekipi, who was amongst brethren he barely knew.

  “Dude, this is trippy!” Kekipi grinned. “The globe’s sensing us, like sending out a beacon.”

  “Can you bring it up?” Torr asked.

  “Well sure, Gatekeep, it’s on its way. Like riding a wave, dude.”

  “What’s he saying?” Torrent looked confused.

  Punk chuckled. “Kee’s playing with you.”

  Kekipi chuckled as he stood up, one hand held out in front of him, palm facing upwards. They felt the vibrations beneath their feet, and Rico thought it sounded like the earth groaning, and then a glowing sphere shot from the ground, spewing soil, rocks, and concrete after it.

  Awed, Rico stared at the soul globe as it hovered in midair a moment, stunned that it had been found.

  Anna reached out, and the globe dropped into her hand.

  “Cool.” Freddie grinned and slipped his hand into Rico’s. “You did it, babe.”

  “We all did. I think I was meant to find the way to the globe. Retrieving it took all of us.” Rico was surprised when Anna hugged him briefly, but tightly.

  “And it will take all of us to keep it safe.” Anna stepped back. “Oh, dear, the drunk guy is back, dangling his bits in the fountain again.”

  “Ah, dude, that’s just wrong.” Punk rushed off to deal with the skinny-dipper.

  “Let’s go home, mate,” Freddie said.

  Rico was definitely home with his mate.

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