"Oh, Pup. My Anthony.” Isaac slumped forward a little, giving him all that long, pale spine to admire.
"Yours. All you have to do is ask.” He licked along what he could reach.
"I don't know, toss me down and beat me doesn't have a ring to it, Anthony."
"No?” Hell, it rang like the bells of Notre Dame to him.
"I think it might be crass.” Oh, the bastard was teasing him now.
"Well, we know how civilized I'm not.” He reached around and rubbed Isaac's ass.
"Oh.” Isaac squeezed, ass rippling around him.
Fuck. Oh, fuck. “Careful, baby. I might have to beat you again."
"Don't use my book. You'll bend the spine."
"Bastard.” He pinched again, harder this time, making Isaac jump. “I ought to beat you daily."
"Promises, promises."
Oh, it was going to be a fabulous couple of days.
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He waited until Knox settled again, rumbling at the TV, then Isaac lobbed a peanut at the man, hitting him in the back of his head.
Bullseye.
Knox grunted, but didn't look his way. In fact, Isaac was fairly certain he was being ignored.
Well, that was no fun. He aimed again, sent the nut flying.
Honestly, he didn't understand how Knox could watch that dreck.
A low growl sounded this time, Knox knocking the nut out of his lap.
"We're blood-suckers, not wooly beasts. Quit growling.” Although the growling was incredibly sensual.
"Shut up.” That was more a drawl, and offensive as hell. Amazingly enough, Knox had never lost the slow, Southern sound to his voice.
"No, I don't think I will.” Shut up. Honestly! Asshole.
"Baby, I am trying to watch this.” Was that a twitch at the corner of Knox's mouth?
"God forbid I interrupt the Sordid Lives of Lady Abigail and her Intrepid Dog, Muffy."
Knox stared at him now, not the TV, those black eyes like twin lasers. “I might have to kill you."
"I'd love to see you try.” He stared back, chin held firm.
"You know better.” Knox's stare softened, a little smile kicking up that well-shaped mouth. “I won't lose you again, you know."
Something deep in Isaac's chest loosened up, some pressure that built and built so slowly that he forgot it was there. “You swear it?"
"I'll keep swearing it until you believe me.” Knox was up and moving, advancing on him like the hunting animal Isaac knew he could be. “Mine."
He scooted back, the animal in him answering, asking him to move, to run. One of Knox's hands landed on either side of his head, cutting off his escape. “Anthony, be good.” Or bad. He could get into incredibly bad.
"My name,” Knox said, bending to bite his lip, “is Knox."
"Are you sure?” He bit back his moan, nails sliding down Knox's spine.
"Damned sure, baby.” Arching like a big cat, Knox pushed into his touch, pushed him with toothy kisses. He matched each kiss, nipping and biting, scoring Knox's skin to bring the blood to the surface. More. He wanted more.
Knox put both hands on his shoulders, pulling him down on the floor, sprawling on top of him. That heavy body felt delicious.
"I thought you were watching the television.” He wrapped his legs around Knox's hips, just in case the man thought he was serious.
"I wouldn't want you to feel ignored. For all you know, I'm allergic to peanuts.” Look at that smile. All his.
"Nonsense.” He'd seen the man devour his weight in peanut butter on toast. “Do you have any idea how long a rash lasts on our kind?"
"How about never? Hickeys, now...” Knox left one on his throat. He could feel it rising under the hard suction. He lifted his chin, offering Knox as much as the sweet pup was willing to take. Knox bit deep, teeth sinking in, drawing blood. The burn hit him like the long held memory of brandy swallowed down. “More."
"I got you, baby.” He could hear the savage satisfaction in Knox's voice, could feel the need in the fine tremor in Knox's fingers. “Hands and knees."
Isaac nodded, groaning low. “I need you.” This. He needed this.
"I know. I do. I love how you need.” His pants slid down under Knox's touch, cool air touching his skin.
His balls drew up, going tight, like his belly did.
One big hand slid over his ass, warm and callused, making him shiver. “So smooth, baby."
His eyes flew open, a deep moan leaving him at those unexpectedly erotic words.
"I love how your skin takes color. How it takes my marks. You know that, right?” Knox's hand hovered just over his skin for a moment, the heat even more intense for not having that hand touch him.
"I do now."
He reached back, let one hand trail over Knox's thigh. His pup was good to him. “I'd say I won't forget, but it would be a lie."
"I know. It's easy to get caught up in the little things, forget what's important.” Knox drew back and smacked him, snapping hard against his ass.
"Little things.” His head came back, throat working.
"Mmmhmm. TVs. Explosions. Books.” Whack. The very sound was erotic, the sting even more so.
"I ... I love my books...” Not as much as his Knox.
"Not as much as this.” Knox's hand rose and fell, slapping his ass with a deep, primal rhythm.
"No.” He rocked back, moving into each blow, biting back the temptation to beg for more or harder or any of the other oh-beat-me-now words that he was thinking.
"More? What do you want, baby?” Knox's fingers dug into his ass, tearing at him a little.
"You.” He bared his teeth, tempted to bite. He wasn't going to ask for it.
"Me?” There was no mockery in Knox's steady gaze, though. Just need. Maybe a little uncertainty in return. What a pair they were.
"You. You, Knox.” He pushed close, teeth on the soft skin under Knox's ear. “You give me something no one else has."
"Yes. Mine. I swear, baby.” Knox pulled back and flipped him over, the floor cold under his hands. He braced himself, refusing to be ashamed for needing to feel, for needing the sting of those hands on him.
"This is way more.” Knox didn't say more what. Isaac knew.
"Yes.” This was everything.
It went on and on until he wanted to scream, until he thought he would simply explode. Knox knew all of his most sensitive places.
He wanted to jerk himself off, he wanted to turn and feed, bite deep. Knox was strong, though, and the brilliant bastard knew all his tricks and ... A particularly hard blow had him gasping, thoughts shattering. The place right where his thigh met his ass ... Knox concentrated on that for what seemed like an hour, and Isaac knew every time he bent his leg for the next day he would feel it.
"Pup. Pup, it burns.” He wasn't complaining.
"I know, baby. I want it to. Want you to feel me for days.” Knox was growly now, the scent of blood filling the air. Someone had bitten their lip.
"I smell you.” He arched, trying to twist away, wanting to bite.
"Want that, too. Need you bad, baby.” Five more slaps landed in quick succession.
"Yes!
"Yeah. Yeah, baby."
When the spanking finally stopped, the silence rang in Isaac's ears like thunder.
"Gonna do you now, baby."
"Now is good.” He flipped himself over, staring up into Knox's eyes. “Now, Pup. I need.” Isaac let his hunger shine through, let his true face show.
"Oh, God, baby.” Staring right into him, Knox nodded, grabbing his hips and pulling his ass into the air. “Now."
Flailing, he gnashed his teeth a little, wanting his Pup in him so bad. Right now.
Knox spread him, thumbs holding him open, and before he could blink Knox was in him, pushing hard. That thick cock was perfect, hot as fire, hitting him deep inside. Forcing himself up, he jerked and squeezed, reaching for Knox's shoulders to brace himself.
"That's it, Isaac. Take what you
want. What you need, baby. Christ.” Slamming against him, Knox took him hard, not sparing him one little bit.
"I need you.” He let centuries of masks fall away, falling on his Anthony, teeth sinking into one muscled shoulder.
A wordless shout met his bite, Knox arching and crying out against him. They moved faster, hard muscle shifting under his fingers. Life poured into his lips, his ass burning as he drank deep and fucked himself on Knox's prick.
They rocked that way for endless seconds before Knox shouted, pushing hard one last time and filling him with liquid heat at that end, as well. Isaac lifted his face, drunk from the blood, the burn in his ass, the look his Knox's eyes. “Pup."
"Love you, old man.” Knox kissed him, then, and he could taste Anthony's blood, too, where his lover had bitten through his lip.
Isaac came—body and soul rippling in languid ecstasy.
"I got you. Oh, fuck, baby. I got you.” Knox bit his neck, teeth sinking deep into his skin, even as that cock pulsed inside him.
He held Knox close, rocking them in a sexual, bloody parody of comfort.
Better.
So much better.
Licking his throat, Knox growled, a tiny, happy sound. “Not so itchy, huh?"
"Mmm. Much better.” He let himself pet Knox's nape as he floated. “In fact, I might say infinitely better."
"That works for me, baby."
Making him happy always worked for his Knox. Maybe that was why after all the centuries of searching, this was the one who finally kept him.
Even if he did get a teeny, tiny bit bored sometimes.
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Contributors’ Bios
Jane Davitt
I am English, married with two daughters, and I emigrated to Canada in 1997. I'm an inveterate reader who began writing in 2002 at the age of 38 and discovered that it's just as much fun being the one putting the words on paper as being the one reading them.
Writing is something that's become part of my life and I sometimes wonder just what I did with the hours I now spend tapping away at my computer. It can't have been important I suppose.
I'm a fan of detective, fantasy and science fiction and collect vintage children's books too. Our house is filled with over 4,000 boo ks and we all love to read. Apart from the cats.
I did have hobbies but now I write mostly. If I wasn't writing, I might be gardening, cross stitching or walking. I do still manage to volunteer at my daughter's school and at the local library.
Kiernan Kelly
Kiernan Kelly lives in the wilds of the alligator-infested U.S. Southeast, slathered in SPF 45, drinking colorful tropical, hi-octane concoctions served by thong-clad cabana boys.
All right, the truth is that she spends her time locked in the dark recesses of her office, writing gay erotica while chained to a temperamental Macintosh, drinking coffee, and dreaming of thong-clad cabana boys.
Sigh.
Kiernan's webpage is: www.kiernan-kelly.com/
BA Tortuga
BA Tortuga enjoys indulging in the shallow side of life, with hobbies that include collecting margarita recipes, hot tub dips, and ogling hot guys at the beach. A connoisseur of the perverse and esoteric, BA's days are spent among dusty tomes of ancient knowledge, or, conversely, surfing porn sites in the name of research. Mixing the natural born southern propensity for sarcasm and the environmental western straight-shooting sensibility, BA manages to produce mainstream fiction, literary erotica, and fine works of pure, unadulterated smut. Visit BA at www.batortuga.com.
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Rough Edges © 2008 by Jane Davitt
Sore Winner © 2008 by Kiernan Kelly
Boredom through the Ages © 2008 by BA Tortuga
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