With Tongue and Teeth

by James Cox

  The door took forever to open and then we glided down the ramp. The sight took my breath away. There were people on the floor. Our people. It didn’t matter if they were black or white, men or women. Blood was all the same color. Some were unconscious. Others screaming out in pain. For me, this moment defined the war. Blood and pain. We had to move past that and the only way to do it was inciting more blood. It was like an endless fucking cycle. I scanned the bodies as I walked, searching for Justice, but I heard him first.

  “Let me the fuck up.”

  “You have to let me check your ribs.” Nero was trying not to yell, but I could hear the frustration in his voice.

  “They’re not broken. Get the fuck off. I need to find them.” Justice was louder now.

  Them? Who was he looking for? I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Justice was on the floor, the blanket too small for his large frame so that I only saw a patch of it. He was pushing Nero and another man away. “Justice?”

  He paused, his head twisting to stare in my direction. Then his gaze fell on me. He gave Nero a hard shove and fumbled to his feet. Justice traversed our fallen brothers and made his way to me with a slight limp. Then he was there. Standing in front of me with his face a blank mask. “You’re both okay?” Justice pulled me into a hug.

  “I ain’t leaving you that easily.” Wait, both?

  Then I felt someone next to me. He hadn’t just pulled me in, but he also grabbed Nico. We stood in the middle of the aftermath and hugged like a bunch of pussies. Despite that, I smiled and pulled him closer. It disturbed me slightly that he was grouping me with Nico. Were we a threesome now? Is that how he wanted it? I’d rather have just him but if I had to share...I don’t know. Eh, right now it didn’t matter. Justice was alive.

  Nico pulled away first. “How you doing, Pres?”

  “Sore.” He leaned on me. “Headcount?”

  “Well we have two injured, two dead, and one women went into labor.”

  Justice slid more weight onto me and I stumbled. He wasn’t a small guy. “Let’s get you back down.” Nico took his other side and we helped him back to his blanket. His face was bruised and apparently his ribs, but there wasn’t any bad damage that I could see.

  “We need more gauze.” Nero was suddenly beside me.

  “I’ll help,” I spoke quietly, but Justice wouldn’t let go of my hand. I wasn’t sure when he grabbed it, but he held on to me tightly. “Be back soon.” Yeah, I went ahead and kissed him. It was really just a quick peck on his lips, but it sent a few people looking our way. Then I moved from my lover and into the midst of the chaos.

  I held someone’s leg while it was reset. I felt bad for the guy. He was yelling and fighting hard enough for me to lose my grip before he passed out. I bandaged another man’s head. He had a gash on it that looked like a laser shot had just missed blowing his brains out. He sat there quietly like he was in shock. The third guy had bleeding ears. Apparently, he was too close to the explosion. I managed to get his shirt off and pull all the glass out of his back. I had to use a tweezer looking thing, but the guy didn’t even flinch. He just kept tugging on his ears. Then I was thrust toward the pregnant woman. Yeah, I was totally fucking lost on this one. I just sat next to her and gave her my hand to squeeze while she popped a baby out. Took a while but I didn’t mind. Then the infant was screaming and the mother was crying. I took that as my cue to leave. I made my way back to Justice. I stepped over a pile of torn clothes. The president of the Underground MC was just where I left him. But he had company. Nico. It bothered me. Petty but it was how I was feeling. Did Justice love his VP or me or was it both of us? I had no right to ask. I was his lover, not his boyfriend or anything. I was the guy that was easy to get along with, flirty, fun but suddenly I was all possessive about Justice.

  “Hey.” Justice stared up at me. He was scowling, but it faded.

  I sat next to him, the opposite of Nico.

  “I’ll get the guys in place,” Nico said, standing and leaving us.

  “What are you planning now?” I was rather tired for another assault on the city.

  “Just keeping our tunnels secured.” Justice struggled to sit up. “Give me your hand. I’m not going to lay on this floor anymore.” He didn’t really need my hand. Justice got to his feet swiftly, but he held on. “Everyone’s bandaged and we have guards up in case they find us.”

  “So where we going?”

  Justice let go of my hand and place his arm around my waist. “My bedroom.”

  “No offense, big guy, but I don’t think you’re up for some vigorous sex.”

  Justice scoffed but didn’t say anything else.

  We moved from the main chamber down the tunnel. The noise was fading off the farther we walked. I guess when you’re the president you get the good digs. This place was a big area, the walls rock, but with a real door that looked like it was secured with bolts. There was a real bed, big enough for two with patched sheets and a blanket that was old enough to retire. It wasn’t the fanciest place I’d stayed at, but it also wasn’t the worst. I led him to the bed, catching sight of a table with a few old-fashioned books on it. There were two laser guns and a knife beside the stack. Then there were chunks of wood. It took me two glances to see they were carvings. I helped Justice down to the bed. He was leaning against the dark wood headboard as I stared at his desk. “You made these?”

  “A hobby.”

  I walked over to them and took the biggest in my hand. The wood was smooth to the touch. The curves delicate and intricate. It was a carving of a woman with large breasts and a smiling face.

  “When I was alone out here for all that time...it helped to keep busy. That’s my mother’s face. What I remember, anyway.”

  I caressed the cheek with my thumb and gently placed it down. Then I picked up the next one. This was a star shape, but the middle of the star was carved to mimic the city. It was fucking beautiful. “I like this one.” I slid my thumb over the bumps that formed buildings.

  “It helps calm me down. Helps me think. Helps me not to feel so alone down here.”

  I glanced at him. There was a piece of wood by the bed. I picked it up and was shocked to see a pair of eyes staring back.

  “That’s not done yet.”

  “Who is it?”

  Justice smiled, “You, Romeo. In case anything happened or you left. I wanted to remember you.”

  Wow. What was a guy supposed to say to that? I was speechless as I looked at him, my lips parting but no sound coming out.

  “Don’t look so shocked.” He winced as he moved.

  “Ribs?”

  “Yeah. Took a good kick to them. Just sore.” He shifted again and then stilled. “Romeo. The fight you brought to them. It was enough to start this war for us.”

  “I wasn’t thinking about a war, Justice. I was thinking about saving you.” I placed the wood down and moved onto the bed. I toed off my boots and sat beside him. “As much as I want to see your big black dick, you’re sore and I’m tired. What do you say we sleep tonight and fuck tomorrow?” I thought it was a good compromise.

  “Deal.” He took his shirt off very carefully, pulling it over his head and throwing it to the foot of the bed.

  I saw the scars on the upper portion of his back then. They were such a light contrast to his skin that I reached out and touched one before thinking. My fingertip followed the jagged line down his shoulder blade. “How did these happen?”

  Justice shifted to his side.

  I got the full view of his back. It wasn’t just the scars I had seen. There were marks along his skin from neck to lower back. A few disappeared under the rim of his pants. Motherfucker. They all had such jagged edges. I knew they weren’t closed properly. They healed wrong.

  “There was this slave my owner bought. A fucking kid, Romeo. He was maybe eleven and he was being punished. The bastard was whipping this boy because he dropped a cup and shattered it. A goddamn cup.” Justice flinched like he was remembering. “
I stood up for him and they beat me. Chained me next to him. I had to stand there and watch them whip him until he was bloody and unconscious.”

  I took a deep breath, my eyes tearing up. That was...unthinkable.

  “And for trying to save him, they cut me up. Not with a whip but with a knife.” He lay on his stomach with his face toward me. “Slash after slash. It hurt so bad I started crying. Me. Crying. But that blade parting my skin was just too much. It was the first time since I was taken into slavery that I cried.” Justice closed his eyes. “The boy died. I killed my owner and ran away.”

  My throat was too thick with emotion to talk.

  “I had to heal out here. It’s why the scars are so...” Justice glanced away.

  I rubbed my hand up and down his back, making sure to caress the scars gently. No wonder he wanted this change so much. He didn’t want anyone else to suffer as he did. I couldn’t help but think of all the boys out there right now being whipped just because of their skin color. And the girls being raped for breeding purposes. The human race had lost its way so drastically. I lay next to Justice and let the silence wash over us. I kept rubbing his back. Up and down. This wasn’t about sex. This was about comfort. I moved closer and laid my body against his. His hand came up, palm on the pillow and I placed mine on top of his. The color contrast made me stare for a while. Just touching him made the tension in his muscles ease. His breathing softened and I kept stroking his back. Over and over until the man beside me let sleep take him. What his nightmares must hold...

  Tonight, I’ll be his rock in the wind.

  Chapter Ten

  I was in a dirt patch, surrounded by angry men. They kept yelling but their words were all jumbled. I tried to listen but never understood. I even walked closer, watching one man’s mouth move and it just didn’t make sense. The noise was so loud it was deafening. And it didn’t end. So, I sat in the dirt as the men continued to shout. Their faces were strangers. It seemed like forever. Sitting alone, covering my ears to ease the noise. Then they went silent. All of a sudden, the roar stopped and they all turned. Several of them parted to show me a path out of this angry horde. I wanted nothing more than to wake up. But the path filled with a shadow, broad and big. I looked up to see Justice. He walked between them, making them quiet down. He took his time. Each step brought a puff of dry dirt into the air. Then Justice reached out and I took his hand. He pulled me to my feet and I awoke with a gasp.

  I was back in the room, his bed with his dark arm thrown across my torso. Justice had his head against mine so that I could feel each breath rush across my cheek. The dream spooked me. What the hell did that mean? Was my subconscious trying to tell me something? Justice is my savior. That thought made me scoff. Maybe it was the stress of the last few days. It’s taken its toll in the way of strange dreams that make no sense. I placed my hand over his, rubbing small circles on his dark skin. I didn’t want to get up. Staying here seemed like the best plan in the world. Even with the city on a manhunt for us and who knows what else happened while we’ve been sleeping.

  Justice took a deep breath and his eyes fluttered open. He blinked a few times before he smiled at me.

  “Morning, handsome.” I gave him a wink then turned onto my side so we were facing each other.

  “You’re still here.” He sounded surprised. “Some deep shit last night.”

  I nodded. It had been, but it didn’t scare me off. Don’t ask me why. I grabbed his hand and placed it between us. Then I slid my hand up and down the back of his. Fingers and palm rubbing along his dark skin. There was this silence in the room. Like my dream. Total quiet so I could hear Justice breathing. I hooked our thumbs and brought his palm to my lips. I placed his hand over my heart. The shirt I wore wrinkled around his touch.

  “Scars don’t scare you.”

  I wasn’t sure if that was a statement or a question. I just kissed his palm again. “I had a dream about you. You saved me.”

  “Yeah?” He slid his thumb across my lower lip.

  “Yup. And you weren’t even naked.” Which was another surprise. I rarely had dreams where there were so many clothes.

  “Crazy,” he whispered with a grin.

  “I think I may be.” My words were hushed as we huddled together in bed. Then I closed the gap and kissed him. Our mouths lingered, just touching, savoring. I ran my hand over his head, the flesh so warm against my palm. Justice took control by parting my lips with his tongue. It slid over my teeth before meeting mine. I scooted closer, forcing my body into his. Justice pushed me to my back and kissed me so thoroughly that I couldn’t catch my breath. His tongue mimicked sex and his lips were so full they caressed mine sensually. He sucked on my tongue and then shoved his so deep I gagged.

  “I want you,” Justice said as he let me come up for air.

  I took deep breaths as he kissed my chin and then my neck.

  “I want to eat you up with my tongue and teeth.” He nibbled on the skin. Pulses of pain skidded up my nerves. Justice fisted my shirt and tore the fucking thing in half. Actually, pulled it apart. Seams popped until it was only on my arms.

  I laughed, lifting so he could pull the tattered shirt off me. “I want you hungry for me.” I kissed his nose. It seemed stupid afterward but at the moment it felt right. Justice smiled, pushing me to my back. He straddled me. I felt his thick erection against my torso. Why was he still wearing pants? Why was I? Justice rubbed his lips over my collarbone. He kissed my chest, one pec then the other. I stared down, watching him as his tongue slid over the skin just above my right nipple. I had no hair, which meant I could truly feel every ripple of his taste buds. He opened wide and his teeth scraped along my flesh. In that same spot, he kissed and then took my nipple into his mouth. He teased the flat bud and then closed his teeth around it. The sharp pain was mild, but it sent my hips jerking upward. I was already growing and this just made me lengthen faster. He let go of me and moved to my other pec. Justice sucked on the skin here, taking some flesh into his mouth and then he bit down. It wasn’t enough to break the skin but damn close. I gasped as the sensation turned to pain then back to pleasure.

  “Too much?”

  “No.” The fact that he asked made me smile. He cared. I wasn’t just some random fuck. I still wasn’t sure where I stood with his VP, but that was for another conversation. Right now, I wanted to do the least amount of talking and the most about of groaning.

  Justice bypassed that nipple and moved to my torso. He outlined each curve of my ab muscles with his tongue, then dipped into my belly button. He took the top section of flesh between his lips and gave that a bite.

  I felt the pressure of his teeth as they pressed into my flesh. When it became too much, I cried out, “Damn!” I was breathing heavily. That had hurt but so damn good. Who knew the big black man was into biting? And I fucking liked it.

  “Pants. Off.” He practically grunted the words.

  I lifted my hips up, tugged the pants over my ass cheeks and down as far as I could, but he was still straddling me. Justice stood up on the bed. He stared down, watching me as I removed my jeans and threw them. My dick was hard between my legs. It swelled at the tip, showing off my blushed penis head and the long shaft covered with delicate skin.

  “Take mine off too.”

  I was sitting up, reaching to unbutton his pants. Wouldn’t want to hurt his goods. I slid them down his thighs and stopped to marvel at the sight. Justice naked was damn near breathtaking. All that dark flesh, his hard dick curved and his balls hanging like treats. Justice placed his hand on my shoulders and I removed one of his legs from the pants then the other. Just like that, we were both naked. I kept having flashes of our last time nude and the promises he made. I’d never been so excited to have sex before. Yeah, I loved orgasms, but with Justice it was different. It wasn’t about the climax but how we got there. Wow, I sounded like a fool. Again.

  “Suck on my balls.” He had his hands on his hips.

  He did play dominant well. I had to
push up slightly, but I kissed his inner thigh and then touched his sac with my tongue. I rolled them between my lips and used my tongue to trace each hidden testicle. He made a quick gasp and grabbed my head between his hands.

  “Lay back.”

  I did. Excitement made my pulse race and my ass clench. Anticipation was like a drug when I was with Justice. He straddled me again, resuming where he left off. He licked at my belly button, kissing just below it. He sucked the skin, making an angry red mark. It felt wonderful, pulses of pain with my lust. He let go only to take the flesh just below the mark. He created a line of hickeys to the base of my dick. I thrust upward. I wanted his mouth on my shaft.

  Justice moved to kneel between my legs and pushed them apart so they were bent.

  I spread them as wide as I could. His dark hands rubbed up and down my inner thighs. Knee to groin but never moving further. Knee to groin again, this time his fingertips grazed my balls. On the third motion, I uttered, “Justice.” His name sounded drawn out like it was part moan. I hadn’t meant to do that, but I was so fucking horny.

  “Patience, Romeo,” he whispered.

  Justice placed a kiss on my knee. His traced the path his hands had taken with his tongue. He laid his mouth on my inner thigh so close to my balls that I could feel his breath rush across the skin. Then he bit down.

  My body came off the bed. I thrust upward, my dick flopping onto my torso as I let out a deep groan. He held the spot, making the sting radiate from the spot like a beacon of light. His hand came over my balls, rubbing them, sending shards of ecstasy throughout my body. When my legs started to shake from the sheer pleasure, he let go of both spots. I was sucking in air like I’d been drowning. Justice soothed the spot with his tongue which sent more sparks of pleasure.