A PLACE FOR CLIFF (The Dominion of Brothers)

by Talon p. s.

  Trenton took in a long breath glancing back over at her. That had been the hardest most painful thing he’d ever endured in all his life, coming so close to losing her when he had just gotten her into his life. “The nightmares are few and far between. I can sooth her without ever waking her up now.” He looked back at Pyotr attempting a confident expression, “She never steps from mine or Diesel’s sight anymore.”

  Pyotr only nodded, but he nodded with assurance. Such nightmares were not expected to vanish over night, that Trenton had managed her therapy on his own was impressive and revealed his knowledge and deep caring for his woman.

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  Kimmi’s hospital bed remained in the den now transformed into her bedroom where she slept in front of the French doors, letting her enjoy the outdoors whenever she wanted. The glass panes on it had all nearly been painted by her; only the top and bottom ones hadn’t been reached.

  The next day Kimmi’s passing came. Cliff had been curled up at her side, Pavel kept tentative of her comfort having exchanged out the empty bottle of morphine for a full one that morning. Enough to hold her over for a couple of days and keep her comfortable.

  Kimmi was describing to Cliff about her next world adventure, traveling first class on the back of a whale to Hawaii to see the volcano eruptions from the water, then for a hike through the rainforest and pick exotic flowers to weave together into a crown for her head and finish off the night with a luau party with food and dancing. At the first light she was back on her whale heading for her next destination. Her imaginary trips had grown more elaborate and more exotic ever since Pyotr had come into their lives. She never got to finish school because she was always so sick, so at her request he taught her new things. He let her pick the topic then he filled her head with as much as he could until she was ready for the next topic. She got to know all the animals of the sea and all kinds of places around the globe.

  Pyotr had stayed at Cliff’s side the whole time like the mother hen he was. He listened to her story as she tried to share it half dazed from the morphine given to keep her comfortable, often long pauses between the details as she drifted in and out of sleep. Each time somehow she managed to pick up right where she left off before she dozed off again.

  He’d recalled when he was helping her discover Tibet and the Tibetan beliefs. She was completely encapsulated with it when she learned they believed in reincarnation and she decided she wanted to go there so she could make a wish that she would come back and be a healthy girl. And she could grow up and be a dancer or maybe she’d still be an artist only she’d do the stained glass windows you see in the large chapels. And then she’d get married and have lots of babies and take vacations to different countries. But about a month ago she changed her wish. She didn’t want to come back if it meant it being any different than what it was. She didn’t want to live without her brother; she didn’t want to risk having a life with one less ounce of time or love the two of them shared together. So the only wish she had now was that after she was gone, Cliff would find peace and go on living and be happy.

  Curled into her brother’s chest their fingers stitched together in a seamless hold he kissed the top of her head over and over as she wove her magical journey for them. It was right about the time when her story had her arriving in Tibet to climb the steps to the Labrang Monastery, so she could spin all the colorful prayer wheels that her story stopped.

  A half hour later Kimmi Patterson slipped away and the silence in the room soon broke with the muffled wails of her brother.

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  CHAPTER ELEVEN

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  Cliff had just gotten out of the shower when Pyotr barged in on him completely naked and beautifully hard. Pyotr was instantly grabbing him, lifting and set him on the counter. He tore the towel from his waist and lifted his legs in his arms trapping him in his hold.

  “No don’t do this.” It was hardly the protest he meant, but he loved Pyotr’s body and loved feeling it against his own. That he yearned for it again was breaking down his resistance.

  “You’ve had two tests run, both came back negative, I won’t let you push me away any longer.” Cliff’s hand went up slapping against Pyotr’s chest while the other went stiff behind him holding his body up, “How do you know about the tests?”

  “I had Pavle check your file.”

  “That’s cheating.”

  “Yes its cheating, but you can’t keep pulling away from me… I love you too much to let you go.”

  Pyotr’s very confession floored Cliff and his hand softened against his demands. Pyotr lifted his legs higher and spread them, his hips moving between them til the head of his cock rested against the tight little hole. “If there is any reason that would make this rape say it now.”

  Cliff said nothing and not a moment passed between him when he felt his lover’s cock fill him. Pyotr folded over him taking his mouth in the same act. They both moaned while Pyotr took on the more growling type as his hips began rocking back and forth against him. The hard shaft stretching with a mind boggling mix of pleasure and pain from being so tight.

  Their tongues tangled in a deep kiss then released each other so they could catch their breath. Cliff’s back slammed against the mirror bending his head in a near unbearable position as Pyotr’s rhythm grew aggressive, plowing against his inner walls. His scrotum caught in the tight friction.

  “Put your arms around me.” Pyotr growled and when Cliff did Pyotr’s arms flexed under his legs and lifted, carrying them up and out and into the bedroom. Each step sending Pyotr’s cock into his ass further. He felt Pyotr leg lift and down they went. He felt the bed hit his back and Pyotr folded over him bring his legs up with him and his ass into the air.

  His lover kissed and licked his lips between gasps as he drove every carnal inch of his hard rod into Cliff’s tight shaft. Sending them both toward a fast release. His own cock slapping against his belly engorged to an impossible purplish red and dripping pre cum onto his belly.

  “Dammit draga I’m going to cum too soon. You’ve made me hold out for so long. You’re so tight, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold out for you.”

  Cliff’s hands wrapped around Pyotr’s neck pulling him down for a deep kiss tasting the hunger and need there. “Then cum inside me. I don’t deserve to cum with you making you wait.” Cliff made his first attempt to talk dirty for his lover, which earned him a gruff smile from him.

  “Oh you’ll cum tonight. I’m not done with you yet.” And just then Pyotr’s head kicked back as he roared out. Cliff felt the pulsing in his ass and he tightened around it winning another ragged expression from the man.

  Pyotr released Cliff’s legs and lowered until Cliff was pinned under the dead weight of his lover. He caress the man’s head and kissed him enjoying the exhausted after quakes that shook against him. And he smiled because they all belonged to him.

  Their night spent fulfilling their desires for each other’s bodies and when sated exhaustion claimed them Cliff drifted to sleep wrapped in Pyotr’s arms and legs. The man he loved more then he thought he would ever have whispering in his ear. “I got you.”

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  Days had passed when Kimmi’s ashes arrived in a Tiffany glass box waiting until they could take them out to ride with the whales. Now it was held in his arms empty and yet full at the same time.

  Cliff leaned back against Pyotr as they stared out on the ocean watching the whales drift back into the distance as the boat headed back into port. Pyotr’s strong arms wrapped around him gently like they belonged there and nowhere else. Letting his sister go was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life, but he didn’t have to go through it alone. Pyotr was with him and would continue to be with him for however long that was going to be and if he had anything to say about it that would be forever and then some. His hand went up to grasp at the arm that crossed over his chest and he let out a deep sigh.

  “Draga?�
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  Cliff let out another long sigh, “I’m going to always miss her.”

  Pyotr nuzzled against the dark blonde hair of his lover, “We both will.”

  “You think maybe one day we can go to the place in Tibet just for her?”

  “If you like. Yes we can plan for it, but this year we’ve been invited to come down to the Island resort with Diesel and Trenton.”

  Cliff bent his head to the side and looked up at Pyotr over his shoulder. “He’s going after that guy Paris, isn’t he?”

  Pyotr nodded softly, “Yes, I believe that is his plan.”

  Cliff felt a slight mischievous smile coming on as he thought about all the things he had heard about the adults-only resort, “I hear you can have sex anywhere you want on the island. And they have employed subs to serve the guests.”

  “You would be my robovati while we were there.” Pyotr’s lips nudged against Cliff’s head.

  “What does robovati mean?”

  Pyotr pulled Cliff’s head back to look in his eyes, “My slave.”

  Cliff turned in Pyotr’s arms to face him and leaned in pressing his already hardening cock into his lover’s in a display of his developing agreement to their exhibition. “Maybe we should practice a little before we go—” he gave his lover a bratty grin, “just in case Glavar?”

  Pyotr let out a lusty growl of approval and hugged him tight, “Just in case draga.”

  THE END

  About The Author

  Talon lives in Tarpon Springs Florida with his twin sister and niece; where it is anything but cold at least 10 and a half months out of the year nor is he suffering any of those triple digits the rest of you have been this summer... but the best remedy for that is more heat and that can be found in his books.

  He testimony to being a true writer is revealed in the three cats sitting on his desk that are just downright fed up with being ignored... so much so that some nights they're either parking themselves right on his hands or on the keyboard... they've learned its about the only way to get him to stop and pet them.

  Talon works in the concert industry with staging and production and is an avid collector of several medias of erotica. Including erotic photography and vintage prints to go along with his immense library of Erotica and Dark Fantasy.

  You can easily find him peaCOCKing about on facebook regularly along with his partner Author Tom 'Bear' Webb and working with a team of young inspiring writers.

  Writing has always been an affair creating Fictions of Dark Fantasy and Film Scripts in the Action/Drama and a few Sci-Fi's. It wasn't until he began an ancient history tale that the works turned to the Erotic Genre and has been hooked ever since. In just one year close to 30 book projects have been started, many of which are nearing ready for release.

  So be sure to have your reading glasses ready and block out some private time on your schedule, because...

  “I’m about to make you wet.”

  Talon p.s.

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  BONUS

  ROUGH ATTRACTION

  The Dominion of Brothers series book 3

  Darko cruised along the highway, keeping to the right lane. It was morning traffic time and he was not in such a hurry to put him and his chopper into the death race 2000 against New York’s finest. Which was what it typically felt like when trying to dodge the all too many gotta get there first left lane drivers of a typical New York morning commute. Let them have it. As for him he’d get to work when he got there and that’s all it ever was for him.

  The morning was just like any other. That is until he spotted the striking man standing on the side of the road cursing at a new model Mercedes on the side of the road. Even the feuding expression on the man’s face as he passed, had him licking his lips and his cock itching to reach out and touch someone. Both convinced him instantaneously the man was worth a day’s good deed and he quickly pulled off into the emergency lane, turned his bike around and rode back down the shoulder to where the car and his distressed beau sat.

  He swung a leg over and strolled up to the side of the car, pulling the gauntlet glove free from one hand and let his fingers drift lightly over the glossy paint. The car was so new he could smell it even on the highway of rushing traffic and exhaust fumes.

  He glanced down at the rear tire, flat as a twink’s chest. However the man was anything but. Tall just a touch over six feet, which would put the man eye to eye with him… sun streaked, golden brown hair with a touch of a wave in it and what probably started off groomed back was now disheveled in his aggravation. The tanned skin of his face and hands marked him for an outdoorsman and the stark muscles hiding under the expensive looking light grey suit said he was active. It wasn’t hurting matters at all that he was packing a sweet looking ass in it either. Darko bite back the impulse to lick his lips, but the view of eye candy the man exhumed was worth the stop already.

  “Looks like you got a flat?”

  The man spun around, “Obvious is it?” not at all amused, nor gathering too quickly he was about to be rescued.

  Oh and he’s got some fire to boot. Darko thought to himself and now his cock was more than itching. “You need some help?” Darko turned sincere in the offer.

  “I can change my own tire if I could just find the fucking tire to do it with.” The disgruntled man spun on his heels throwing his hands up in the air more frustrated with himself than anything else. The hands came down to his hips and he turned back to the offer for assistance. “I’ve had the car all of half a day and already it’s got a flat and I can’t find anything.”

  Darko soaked up the sight of him standing there facing him and offered a smirk of understanding. “My brother had one of these.” Darko pulled the back door open, reached behind the head rest and pressed the recessed button then lifted the rear car seat to expose the hidden compartment there. Inside he fetched a black bag that would make the job of rescuing his rough knight in shining armor all the easier.

  He strolled back around but not passing up the chance to brush against the man as he did so, to the back of the car and began assembling the extended crank bar. “You see the snobs that designed the car decided they didn’t want to see the tools or spare tire. They thought the sight of them marred the rich physic of the car’s design.” He lined the extension bar through an indention just above the bumper and pushed in until it caught and he began to crank it around.

  Maxum bent over and could see the dark object lowering down from the under carriage. His spare tire.

  Darko dropped down on the ground, reached under, unfastened the caddy and tugged the tire out from under the car. Another twenty minutes later and he had the car good as new. Nor did he fail to notice the man was eyeing him about as hot and heavily as he had him.

  “You don’t know how much I appreciate this.” His rescued man glanced at the watch that might have cost more than the car, “I’ll actually make my meeting after all, this morning.” He watched as Darko placed the flattened tired into the trunk along with the bag of tools. The man’s eyes more on his muscles as they flexed with the movement than on the tire being placed in his car. “I’m not sure how to repay you—” he pulled a business card from his lapel pocket, “But if there’s anything you could—”

  Darko twisted grabbing him by his suit coat and yanked their bodies to collide together. His mouth instantly crashing over the other man’s in an avaricious kiss. His tongue licked over his lips soliciting entry and with barely a note of hesitation the man gave it to him. The feisty and richly dressed businessman tasted like one of those fancy coffees and a hint of fruit jam on toast, but it was his tongue that had Darko swelling in his pants. The man kissed back; the caress of his tongue was powerful, hungry and completely pliable against his own as if this man was made to fit him like a pair of rich leather gloves. And he could just imagine the man fucking with a pair on. Darko’s left hand released the suit coat, slipping down the man’s arm until he clasped around the man's hand, brought it to the building
erection in his jeans and ground the hard ridge into the man’s palm.

  He let out his own groan and an embarrassed smile broke over his face. Grrrhhh, that had just been too damn good when he was least expecting it. He was about to move in for another kiss when he realized what he’d done to the man’s suit. He made a slight clicking noise in his lips and stepped back. The gray suit coat and white crisp shirt were ruined with the black smudges of tire soot from his hands.

  The man’s eyes, burnished with the same heat he’d just felt himself, dropped in response discovering the condition the kiss had just left him in. Darko snatched the business card from his knight’s hand then pulled the fancy pen from his shirt pocket, creating more smudges, “Looks like I messed up your pretty clothes.” He scribbled something down on the backside of the card then tucked it back into the man’s shirt pocket along with the pen. His hand lingering just long enough to let his fingers feel the firm chest muscle behind the shirt and tweak over the hard nipple hidden there. Yet again leaving further evidence of his touch in a hand print of grime. “That’s my address. Be there for dinner. Tonight. Bring the suit and I’ll pay for the dry cleaning. Stand me up and the suit is your problem.” He grinned. A rather self pleased smile that made no offer that he might actually feel bad for messing up the man’s work clothes. And turned heading back for his ride.

  He sat on his chopper, closing up his leather jacket and pulling his gloves back on, all while he watched the reflection of the man behind him through his review mirror. His knight wore the expression of a well kissed man and he hoped it would be enough to bring him calling.

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