by HaydenWest
The one reminding him of sex. Lots of it and not so pristine. He wanted to dirty him up. A lot.
It’s been far too long since I’ve had a good bout of fucking.
Killing the engine in his old truck as he parked under the one decent-sized tree on his small piece of property, he closed his eyes once more and took several deep breaths.
With him no longer wearing the required body armor, his breathing already came much easier to him. He wore a shirt, pants, and shoes. So the breeze, although warm, was refreshing. Mate didn’t use air conditioning when he drove, but he did inside the house. He’d long ago discovered that doing so in the vehicle then hopping out into the extreme temperatures he faced made him feel sick. So there was a lot of driving with the windows down.
Right now, however, he just didn’t want to move.
“Seriously,” he muttered, resting his head back. “Demons? What kind of world am I living in now where I have to worry about demons coming to attack me and possibly bring dead people back to life? I thought that was in movies. And they were zombies or something like that.”
Demons or no, the creature had been ugly as shit and not anything he wanted to meet up with again. At least not without an arsenal at his ready disposal.
The other one…
That remained something else entirely.
Another bout of heat careened into him, this time having zero to do with the temperature outside. No, it was about the Virtue.
And just like that he was hot and flushed once more.
Not having anything to do with the day’s temperature and all to do with his memory of the hunk in those tight leather pants and the sleeveless shirt. The hunk of black fineness. Exhaling with a long, drawn out breath, he rubbed the heel of his palm over his engorged cock.
Dark eyes.
Dark skin.
Yet a purity surrounded him that not only raised Mate’s protective instincts but also his lustfulness.
He shifted on the seat before pushing again with the heel of his palm. It wasn’t enough, and within moments he’d freed himself.
Fully erect. Hard. The helmet an angry purple. With his thumb, he wiped at the pearlescent drops leaking free. Even using his own hand, he trembled. More so when he envisioned a dark-skinned hand belonging to the Virtue in place of his own.
His breathing deepened, and his chest tightened as he stroked faster. Releasing the rigid length, he gave a few not-so-gentle tugs on his sac. The bite of pain combined with pleasure lingering had him grabbing with his other hand. He stroked and tugged, bringing himself just short there yet not going over the edge.
He bit back a moan and pinched the head of his shaft, staving off his release. Sweat dotted his brow, and he dropped his head back once again and pumped faster.
Before him, in his mind, stood the Virtue he’d been unable to forget. Tall, dark, and handsome had a new meaning for him. Those thick lips, he wanted not only to kiss but also to push his cock through them and watch those brown eyes as he fucked him.
Breaths coming faster as he wanked on his length, his body shuddered as he came in a powerful rush. “Fuck,” he uttered, eyes fluttering open to see ropes of his cum starkly visible on the darkness of his steering wheel.
Chapter Three
“They’re recruiting and enlisting the help of others to be their eyes and ears.” One voice from those gathered spoke low but angry.
Two of the others appeared scared but one, the leader in all of this, looked bored to those there.
“We risk our chance of getting caught with each new body we leave for them to find. Why do we have to keep killing them? What about practicing on the animals or even humans?”
“I like that idea, we will stop on our kind and move to the humans. They would not even begin to link them together. Think of all the murder and despicable acts that carry on down there.”
Three nodded, content with the decision. Even so, all of them swung their gazes to the one they considered the leader. Still, no change to the expression. One grew fidgety and shifted, the wind moving through the beautiful wings.
“Are you going to say anything?” The question fell, rather sharp.
With a deep sigh, the creature stepped forward, instantly grabbing each one’s attention.
“I didn’t state anything because it wasn’t warranted. None of you make the decisions. I do, and I do not agree with moving to humans. A lesson is being taught here and if we kill humans who, as we all know, are more than happy to kill their own kind for no reason other than the color of their skin, or who they worship, or maybe for a cigarette. It doesn’t matter, they enjoy believing they have power over others and that is why they kill. They make up new weapons to use on each other all the time. But they are so weak. Weak in mind and in flesh. No, we continue with the plan and it doesn’t matter if they pull in more to help keep watch. We will prevail. But, if you want to kill a human, do so. They mean nothing to me. However, if you are foolish enough to get caught for doing so, make no mistake, I will kill you before you can even think to share what is going on here.”
He flared out his wings and rose from the ground with ease.
“Do not think to test me. We all entered this willingly and we also all know that I can kill you quite quickly and most painfully.” Cold and unforgiving eyes pinned each one of them before he vanished into the night with no noise heralding his departure.
The others didn’t tarry. It wouldn’t be wise for them to linger and have a potential sighting of them all together, nor would it be smart for them to piss off the one who’d brought them all together. Even if they all worked together it would be nigh impossible for them to take down the being.
They each headed off in their own direction, working out their own thoughts as they flew away from the place they only met on rare occasions.
None of the that secondary group saw another creature take to the skies after they’d departed and go off in yet another direction. As it moved its wings fast and furious, desperate to reach its destination, the attack came from above, striking them down to slam into the ground with incredible force.
The squeak of fear and pain didn’t last long and before any cry for help could be sent, it was over. The youngling had been killed, head ripped asunder from its body.
The killer’s form hummed with lust and excitement as it sank beside the dead body and peered out around, to ensure no one else was there as the first drop of blood was ingested. As it drank, those eyes never wavered in watching out, their sharp golden hue, alert.
* * * *
Omri stared at the small home as he landed. The truck beneath a leafed tree, seeking the only bit of shade there. He approached the truck for the moment, not the house. Dragging his fingertips along the hot metal he paused by the open window and skimmed his sharp gaze over the interior.
His body trembled as the sharp but light scent of Mate’s essence reached him. Omri closed his eyes and envisioned the man sitting there stroking himself until he came.
“Oh,” he muttered, shuddering once more. His accelerated heartbeat and pulse had him lightheaded.
A powerful need to see that man rushed him, and he responded. Flying the rest of the way to the house, he let himself in. Cloaked so he wasn’t able to be seen by human eyes, he explored the house. He knew exactly where Mate lay, and he left that room until last, checking out the rest of the space.
He froze when he bumped into an end table and made the light source there rattle. After a moment of tense silence, he moved again, not sensing anything from the man in the house. Finally there was only one way to go and he headed around the corner and pulled up short.
Mate stood there, wearing only a pair of shorts, with a weapon drawn, ready to fire.
“I sense you there. You better show yourself, or I’m unloading this full magazine.”
Impressive. I was not aware that humans could sense us like this.
“Three.”
Mate’s deep voice drew his attention back on him. The ta
nned chest had a light smattering of hair on it, and Omri wanted to lick his skin.
“Two.”
He lingered over the cut torso before dropping his gaze to the boxers that weren’t doing a very good job of hiding the substantial length there. More of that craving poured into him.
“One.”
He allowed himself to be seen, and Mate’s eyes widened before he swore and lowered the weapon. Didn’t set it down but at least lowered it.
“You,” Mate growled. “How the fuck did you get into my house? What could you possibly want and why am I talking to you like this is a normal occurrence?”
Omri shifted, and in the time it took him to do that, the sidearm was back up, pointed at him with unwavering promise.
Put down your weapon, human. I am not here to hurt you.
“Right, says the creature that just committed breaking and entering. Excuse me, the Virtue. Still breaking and entering.”
He didn’t move, not wanting to give Mate any reason to actually pull the trigger, and given what he’d seen from him, he wasn’t one who made idle threats in that regard.
I am not here to hurt you. Will you please put down the gun? Sure, Omri could force him, but he had no wish to do that.
With a loud, self-deprecating sigh, Mate lowered it beside his powerful thigh. “There, it’s down. What are you here for?”
Omri didn’t respond right away because were he to be honest, he wasn’t sure. But he didn’t lie so he said as much of the truth as he knew it to be.
I couldn’t stay away.
“Which tells me nothing and why are you talking to me in my head? Can you no longer speak?”
He licked his lips, heat pushing through him at the responding flare of desire that moved through Mate’s gaze at the action.
“I can. I often choose the other way because it is much more intimate.”
Eyes narrowing, his fingers flexing on the matte butt of the gun, Mate sniffed. “So this is common for you to go seek out men and speak to them in their heads?”
Jealousy is not something I am very familiar with, but I like it on you. Not sure what that says about me, but there we go.
“I never said I was jealous. I don’t give a fuck if you screw your way up and down the border.”
Omri took a chance and stepped closer. Mate didn’t raise his pistol, and he took that as a good sign. Skimming Mate once more, he could hardly control the rumble of hunger and possessiveness that moved through him at the sight of his boxers tenting out more.
“That may be so, but I came for you. I have no wish to, as you put it, screw my way up and down the border.” He took a deep breath, allowing Mate’s scent to embed in him. “This smells like it did around your truck. Were you masturbating in here as well?”
The human’s eyebrows jacked up right away. “What?”
“I stopped by your truck and could faintly smell your essence there. I can pick up a hint of it from your bedroom.”
“Well fuck me, this is a new one.”
Omri canted his head to the side. “I would like to fuck you. I’ve never been with a human before. Until you, no one has interested me.”
That cock jerked in the material straining to contain it.
Mate held up his hand. “I can’t believe I’m standing here in my house, holding a gun, wearing boxers, listening to you, a so-called Virtue, ask me questions about my masturbation habits. I’m a man and it’s my house, of course I masturbate here.”
“And the truck?”
“Yep, been known to happen there also.”
Another two steps forward. “And what were you thinking of when you stroked yourself out in your vehicle? A past lover? Women?”
“Women don’t interest me.” Mate’s nose flared as he took a deep breath.
Much closer and the man would be able to touch his wings. Or Omri himself.
“So what were you envisioning?”
Mate muttered something sounding an awful lot like, “Oh what the hell,” before he cleared his throat and closed the rest of the distance to Omri.
“You, Virtue, who I still don’t know the name of. I was envisioning you, your dark hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me, making me beg to come. I saw you on your knees as I fucked your face, watching my dick slip into your mouth, vanishing by those amazing lips you have.” Mate cupped Omri through the leather pants he wore. “I was envisioning us fucking each other.”
* * * *
Mate figured he was about to get lucky and have amazing sex or this creature would kill him for daring to come onto him and more than that, touch him. There wasn’t any denying the feel of his hard length beneath his hand as he gripped him.
In the space of a heartbeat, he was no longer touching leather but heated skin. And his weapon was gone.
Omri.
The stiff pubic hair brushing against his hand had his attention elsewhere until he realized the Virtue had said something.
“What?”
“Omri. It is my name.”
He lowered his gaze from the dark brown eyes watching him to the beautiful sight of his tan hand curled around the thick black cock.
“Nice to meet you,” he said, beginning to stroke him. Mate’s own dick was aching as it pushed, desperate to be free.
Omri grunted, his hips bucking, driving his cock deeper into Mate’s palm. The broad head of Omri’s dick shone with the smear of pre-cum that lingered there. He flexed his fingers, readjusting the hold he had on the length in his hand. Mate’s mouth watered, and he wanted to be on his knees taking this shaft.
“I do not know what is going on right now,” Omri’s tone was breathy.
“Have you ever fucked a man or been fucked by one?”
“No. I have had sex but as a Virtue, for us, this is different.”
“Something to think on later, right now, I want to suck you.”
Mate took to his knees and used both hands on the length bobbing before him. Omri’s sac was large, and a low moan of pleasure slipped free from Mate as he allowed his fingers to glide along the heavy balls. A heady musky scent filled his nostrils as he inhaled.
Damn, you smell good. Beyond the musk was a crisp purity that he knew had to be this incredible creature called Omri.
Bending forward, he opened his mouth and allowed his tongue to swipe out, ingesting his first taste of Omri. Salty and addictive.
The Virtue moaned and thrust forward once more. Mate opened his mouth, taking all his length deep. His nose buried in the pubic hair and he sucked. Hard.
“Ahhh,” Omri’s cry enveloped him as strong fingers dug into his hair and gripped his skull. “They did not say it would be like this.”
Mate bobbed up and down, slicking up the shaft, and fisting him as well. Up and down, he continued along the slick yet hard flesh. One hand worked with his mouth and the other, he put on the full sac, rolling and tugging lightly on them.
There wasn’t any warning before Omri shot his large load of salty seed in his mouth. He jerked and came hard. Mate took it all, his own cock, tight and hungry for the touch of this being before him. He refused to touch himself and find release.
“Stop.”
The guttural cry from the winged being before him came seconds before Omri ripped back, his cock leaving Mate’s mouth with a loud pop. Licking his lips, gaining the last bit of the release from Omri, Mate lifted his gaze.
“Who didn’t say it would be like this and is that a good thing?”
Mate had an unreasonable rash of jealousy at the thought of him with another man.
Omri drew him to his feet and slammed his mouth over Mate’s and pushed his tongue deep. His mouth exploded with tastes of power and light. Mate hadn’t ever experienced anything like this.
Wrapping his arms around the Virtue, he hesitated when he brushed up against the wings. Does it hurt when I touch them?
Why he had the idea to speak to him this way, Mate couldn’t say, but given their tongues were dueling, he didn’t want to take any break
from that.
No. Do it again. Run your fingers along them.
Mate took him at his word and did it a few more times. Omri’s entire body glowed seconds before a warm splash of cum hit him in the abdomen. His eyes were glossed over with a haze of lust and craving.
No one has ever made me do this.
Mate smiled. Can’t say I’ve ever done it before either with someone who has wings.
The cock against him was still hard, and he was ready to feel it in his ass. Mate stroked a few times.
I need you.
There was a raw, almost a near vulnerable tone to the trio of words in Mate’s head.
Does this violate some kind of code your kind has? Fucking a human, or getting fucked by one? I mean, will I be killed for pushing my hard cock into your ass and having this monster cock pushing into mine?
I will not allow any harm to come to you.
That’s all I needed to hear. He ended the kiss and cupped Omri’s face in his hands. What about your wings? Would it be better for you to stay standing? I don’t want you to be hurt.
Omri didn’t respond, just watched him. Mate made the decision. Stepping back, he ran his sight over the specimen before him. Completely naked and lapis blue wings. Fucking spectacular.
He gestured. Turn around and face the wall.
The firm ass he was presented with delivered another jolt to his groin. Omri was incredible. Mate shimmied out of his boxers and gripped his cock, slowly fisting himself as he neared the blue wings.
With his bare foot, he reached out and nudged Omri’s legs farther apart, and smiled when he listened without a word. Given the reaction, and the drying cum on his torso, his wings were a highly erogenous zone, and with that knowledge, he was careful when he pressed closer to him. Even so, he didn’t miss the quiver and slight moan that came from Omri.
He skimmed his hands down over the outside of Omri’s thighs as his cock pushed against the crack of his ass. Bending forward, he kissed the nape of his neck before dragging his tongue along the smooth skin.
