by Emma Jaye
Warmth spread through Ezra, he knew he could put the newly remembered expression of joy and contentment back on Finn’s face again. He smiled.
“I want to, more than anything else in the world. If you lined everyone on the island up, even if you had a bag on your head, I’d pick you. Every time.” The echo of Finn’s joy made his own face ache as they grinned at each other like lunatics.
Finn’s eyes went round. “You’re remembering, aren’t you?”
Ezra wrinkled his nose, thinking what to say. Words he’d said to Finn echoed back at him. The truth little Finn, always the truth.
“Not exactly. I’m not getting whole memories just flashes.”
Finn’s eyebrows rose, clearly expecting more details.
“Come here,” Ezra said, rattling the cuff that tied him to the chair. The chair wasn’t heavy enough to prevent him moving, or even running with it if he chose, but it would certainly slow him down. Unlike this morning, he knew he didn’t need it anymore. He wouldn’t run from Finn ever again.
Finn was around the table in a heartbeat and climbing onto his lap. The clink of the cuff and the tug on his wrist as he tried to wrap both his arms around Finn made him groan.
“No, no that’s not going to stop–” Finn’s words came through gritted teeth as he tugged on the chain, as if he really had a hope of breaking the metal. An elegant hand appeared beside his, and with a deft twist, the arm of the wooden chair snapped, allowing the cuff to slip off the broken wood.
Ezra looked up to see Silas’s predatory smile. “Go.”
Before Finn could say anything, Ezra scooped Finn up, hands supporting his ass as his vascellum wrapped his arms around Ezra’s neck. To a rousing round of applause and whoops, Ezra carried him towards the resort building.
“No, no my place, it’s got a bigger bed. Round the back,” Finn blurted. Ezra changed direction. He didn’t care where they went or who watched, but Finn might and the need to be inside him seized Ezra’s mind and body. If they didn’t get somewhere private soon, Ezra would take him in front of the entire population of the island.
Finn’s fingers were undoing Ezra’s shirt even before they were through the door. He wiggled till Ezra let him go and they both tore off their shirts. He needed skin to skin contact, as much as possible, as fast as possible. Now that Jericho, Silas and Finn had kicked his appetite back in, he couldn’t imagine how he’d survived for so long without feeding. But this wasn’t merely feeding, this was hope, life, belonging.
His heart fell as Finn took a step back, his eyes darkening as he stared at Ezra’s chest.
“You are so very...” Finn sighed shaking his head as his gaze snaked across Ezra’s bare torso in an almost physical touch.
For the first time he could remember since those first few days in Fabian’s cellar, a wave of embarrassment washed over Ezra. He lifted his hand to cover the brand on his chest. It had healed, but the new skin remained bright red. In time, it would fade but for now, everyone who looked at it, including Finn, would be reminded of Fabian, and the depths Ezra had fallen to while being his property. He could hide his emotions from everyone with a smile, with flirting, but they were bared to Finn.
“Don’t.”
Ezra looked up into Finn’s hypnotic green eyes. “You got that after you’d been free of him for over a century. You got that when you were with me. It doesn’t stand for him, it stands for me, for us.”
Finn stepped forward and without hesitation, traced the ‘f’ burned into Ezra’s chest.
“F for Finn, see?”
Whatever Finn had wanted to say next was lost as Ezra pulled him against his body, his lips crashing down on the human’s. The demon ripped at the cloth hiding the rest of his vascellum’s body from him. The button of Finn’s shorts pinged across the room. Finn’s lust flared, adding even more hunger to Ezra’s movements.
The urge to mark him, as he was marked with Finn’s initial consumed him. He held Finn close, sucking and biting at Finn’s neck like he was a damn vampire. Everyone who saw Finn needed to know that he belonged to Ezra, that they belonged to each other.
Time stood still as they reacquainted themselves with each other’s bodies, the sounds, scents, tastes and textures. Ezra’s dick was so hard, so ready, it ached, then became painful.
Finn groaned and pushed his butt out, away from Ezra.
“What, what is it?”
Finn screwed up his eyes, and took a few deep breaths, his face tense. “Please say you’ve got that damn key. I don’t think I can stand another night like last night.”
Without pause, Ezra dropped to his knees, pulling the key out of his pocket, he held it with his teeth and deftly pulled Finn’s shorts off. The brief respite from overwhelming passion and the reminder that Finn hadn’t come with him last night sobered him.
The clear, flexible material surrounding Finn’s dick constricted his erection, but he remained semi-hard. Whoever had put it on him hadn’t wanted to stop him having an erection altogether, they just wanted to prevent him cuming. It wasn’t a foolproof way to stop him gathering energy, or becoming over filled, but it would certainly provide a painful reminder not to go too far.
After a quick look, Ezra deftly inserted the key and the thing fell apart. The groan of relief and the wave of the emotion via the bond had him grinning. His poor little Finn, suffering in the hope of future pleasure. Mouth watering, Ezra realized he’d been right about Finn’s dick, beautifully pink and not overly big, it begged to be sucked.
Before Ezra could engulf him, Finn grabbed his hand.
“Come on,” Finn blurted, “I need you in me, need to do this properly.” He dragged Ezra toward the bed in the tiny one room apartment. Before he’d gone a step, Finn had kicked his shorts and boxers away, giving Ezra a stunning view of his flawless, round butt. Ezra blinked at his vascellum’s almost vampiric speed.
Finn launched himself onto the bed, giving Ezra a split-second full view of a hole that called to every sense Ezra possessed before Finn flipped over.
Something that wasn’t about his own hunger or how beautiful and eager Finn was, pounded in his chest. Finn made him smile and those green eyes seemed to see right into his soul. Ezra needed, really needed, to touch him, to connect physically and mentally, to not be lonely anymore.
“I need you, just like you need me.” Finn breathed the words, looking up at him, offering everything he was, and would be, to Ezra. The hope, the trust, in Finn’s eyes would have frightened Ezra a few days ago, now it spoke to his soul, or whatever a demon like him had in its place.
When Ezra continued to stand and take in the sight of his precious vascellum offering himself, Finn sat back up, and walked on his knees to the edge of the bed. Reaching up, he cupped Ezra’s face and with gentle pressure, drew his lips down till they barely touched. The kiss was the tenderest Ezra ever experienced. It didn’t expect or demand anything. Ezra knew, in every fibre of his being, that whatever he wanted to do, Finn would accept and love him regardless.
It wasn’t until the ache in his chest disintegrated completely that he realised that the restriction had been there, to a greater or lesser extent, ever since he left the dungeon. Or at least since he remembered leaving the dungeon, since Silas ended his miserable, hateful existence.
Pulling back, he looked down at Finn’s upturned face, his pink, kiss swollen lips, as his eyes flickered open. The urge to bring Finn pleasure, not to feed on him, but to give this stunning, wonderful man, pleasure unlike anything he’d ever known before, swelled inside Ezra till it encompassed everything.
Finn wrecked Ezra’s plans by falling to his belly. Wet, sensual heat engulfed the first few inches of Ezra’s cock and Finn wrapped a hand around the rest. Ezra didn’t even remember taking his shorts off. Only Silas had ever done this to him, and Finn’s technique was very different. Rather than merely sucking to pull Ezra’s pleasure from him, Finn’s tongue was everywhere, pressing into his slit, tickling the sensitive underside, sucking his balls.
His hands held Finn’s still damp hair. “Easy, we’ve got all the time in the world.”
Finn looked up, Ezra’s cock popping out of his mouth and a cheeky smile lit his face. “You might have that sort of control, but despite last night, which was fucking torture by the way, I really don’t. And I really, really want you inside me when I cum.”
“Going to beg for it?”
Finns astonished face meant Ezra couldn’t keep up the pretence for long, he wasn’t Razor. Between one second and the next, Ezra did his own impression of vampiric strength and speed.
Before Finn could do more than gasp, he had him on his back, legs over Ezra’s shoulders, and his dick poised at his hole.
“Who else has been in you since me?” he breathed the question against Finn’s lips.
Finn hesitated, and Ezra’s heart fell, as he fervently wished he hadn’t asked the question. Finn barely held a hint of foreign energy, which meant if he’d been with anyone, Avery had drained him.
“Do fingers count? And... does it count if I was in you, when someone was in me?”
The image short-circuited his mind. Ezra’s lips crashed against his as his dick rubbed slick against Finn’s hole. Finn’s needy moan as he flexed up begging for penetration sent Ezra’s libido spinning almost out of control. He pulled back, breathless.
“That is a story I want to hear, but not now.” Keeping his eyes on Finn, wanting to own every little twitch, every little hitch of breath, he pressed against his hole. Perfect muscular control over his dick was a unique ability of his kind, and he wanted Finn to crave it, to crave him.
The way Finn’s eyes narrowed slightly, the sharp intake of breath as Ezra pushed through his ring of muscle was everything he wanted. His own hole clenched in reaction to the reflection through the bond.
“Fuck, it feels like someone’s–” Ezra forgot as the urge to experience the double sensation overtook him and he thrust in.
He halted, overwhelmed by the sensation. “Fuck, is it always like this?”
Finn’s mouth hung open as he panted. “No, not so far, its–” Ezra couldn’t help giving another short sharp thrust, just to see Finn’s reaction.
One pump turned into two, and before he knew it, Ezra was pounding into Finn like an impatient shifter. Is this me, or Finn? The thought occurred to him a second before Finn cried out, hot cum hit Ezra’s chest as a spike of energy unlike anything he’d ever experienced engulfed him.
CHAPTER 19
For one heart stopping moment, Finn thought he’d killed Ezra, then realised that as he was still breathing, Ezra must be too. Gritting his teeth, he rolled Ezra off onto his back, then climbed on top of him.
A slight frown marred the demon’s face as if he were deep in thought. Finn stroked the line between his brows, trying to physically ease the stress as he pushed reassurance through the bond. The thought of having to go through all this again if the demon’s memory had been reset sat like a stone in Finn’s belly. I should have resisted, let him get used to the idea a bit longer. But we brought him back once, we can do it again.
“Ezra? Ezra, wake up. It’s alright, you’re here with me, nothing’s going to happen to you, you’re free.”
Those dark eyes that had captivated Finn from the first time he’d seen them in the shadowed sex shop flickered open.
“Are you al–” Finn managed to say before Ezra’s arms went around him and almost squeezed the life out of him.
“I’m so damn stupid, I can’t believe I almost killed you, that I wanted–”
Although relief flooded through him, Finn’s ribs were creaking, and he didn’t have enough air to get a word out. He slapped the demon’s back. Ezra released him as if Finn’s skin had become red hot.
Finn found himself on his back staring up into Ezra’s panicked face.
“Fuck, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, you–”
As if he couldn’t stand not touching him all over, Ezra gathered Finn up in his arms again, although this time, he held Finn as if he were made of glass.
The emotions pouring through the bond made Finn’s head spin; their complexity and strength were almost impossible to decipher, regret, fear, happiness and... He froze, then pulled back, forcing Ezra to look at him.
Tears rolled down the demon’s cheeks and Finn’s own eyes prickled.
“Did... did you remember?” Finn stuttered.
Ezra’s head fell back, and he let out a derisive bark of laughter at the ceiling.
“I’m such a shit.” He lifted his head back up and looked into Finn’s eyes.
His lips curved into a smile that melted Finn’s heart. “A very, very, lucky shit. Hello, Beautiful.”
Finn’s heart exploded in joy, they clutched each other, the love flowing between them through the bond until it was almost a separate living entity.
Finn would have been happy to bask in this moment for the rest of his life. This was it, he was done. Ezra loved him. He could feel it in every fibre of his soul.
Then Ezra pecked him on the lips and almost leapt off the bed.
“Come on, let’s go tell the world I’m back. I’m going to irritate the fuck out of Silas.”
Ezra was halfway to the door, before Finn realised he was still gazing at his demon’s gorgeous, muscular butt and that the moment of bliss, had ended. Life always moved on, and like Ezra said, it was time to get this show on the road, or at least to find out what their show contained.
“Erm, clothes?” he suggested.
Ezra halted, turned back to him and looked down at his own perfect body. “Oh, right. Gotcha. Wouldn’t want to overexcite the natives. Especially Jericho.” He paused for a second, then an even bigger grin spread over his face. “I have an idea.”
Finn pointed at him, trying for his sternest expression. “No, you are not doing that.”
Ezra’s face fell before he cocked his head to one side. “Can you read my mind?”
Finn took his turn to grin. “Now that would be telling. But you were thinking about doing that pheromone trick and putting it on Silas, weren’t you?”
Ezra’s smile lit up the room. “No flies on you, are there?”
Grabbing his shorts, Ezra pulled them on. Finn hurried to do the same. Ezra was back, he was actually back.
The emotion, the pain of the last couple of weeks, and now the overwhelming relief, rolled over him like a tsunami. He sat back down on the bed, his knees weak.
“Hey.”
Without opening his eyes, Finn leaned into Ezra’s palm cupping his face. He loved that his demon was always so warm.
“Look at me.”
Finn opened his eyes to see Ezra on his knees in front of him.
“I’m not going anywhere, ever again, not physically, not mentally and neither are you. The world can be a shitty place, but we are going to make it, you hear me?” The sheer confidence in Ezra’s eyes and voice was a warm blanket around him.
“And so this doesn’t happen again, we’re going to make a memory box, starting today, videos, photos all that sort of stuff, of us together and we’ll hide copies with different friends. So if anyone pulls that bastard memory trick again, we’ll know about us. Ok?”
“We’re going to be alright, right?” Finn asked.
Finn felt the glow of Ezra’s confident smile on the inside as well as seeing it on his face.
“Course we are. Fabian’s in prison and we’re the hottest commodity in the supernatural world.”
“You said his name.”
Ezra blinked, then grinned. “I did, didn’t I? Come on.”
The incubus wasn’t quite as quick at getting Finn’s shorts on him as he had been taking them off, but it was a near thing.
With Ezra’s larger hand firmly holding onto his, Finn found himself out in the sunshine again. The other part of him had been restored, and Finn felt... whole again.
“Where is everyone?” Ezra asked as they entered the empty bar area.
“Milo said
something about it being changeover day, I bet they’re all over at the bigger pier on the other side of the island shuffling the human tourists on and off the boat.”
“You mean we have the place to ourselves?” Ezra’s waggling eyebrows made Finn laugh. Having his irreverent, flirting incubus back was better than he could possibly imagine.
“Where’s the sound system? We never did have that dance in that restaurant in Brighton,” the demon stated.
Laughing, Finn walked over to the bar, but he didn’t let go of Ezra’s hand. “It’s behind the bar somewhere.”
“Yeah, I think I want to experience your dirty dancing up close this time,” the demon said.
“Not before he does it with me.” The low, female voice had them both turning. Finn took a step back, his eyes almost popping out of his head, as Freya sashayed her way towards him, stark naked. Her still clothed husband stood behind her.
“Er, Sorry Freya, but I’ve only just got my memory back. Finn and I have got some reacquainting to do.”
“Oh, I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Freya purred, not taking her eyes off Finn. He felt like a rabbit being stalked by a wolf, but unlike when Ezra did it, fear bubbled in his gut rather than delicious trepidation.
“I can see he’s already empty and ready for me to stake my claim. I’ve been keeping an eye on him all week. Thought I had him last night, but shame on you, little boy, fancy not making your partner come when you did? It’s sad that such a poor excuse for an incubus ends up with the only vascellum. But don’t worry, I’ll give him back. Eventually.”
“Finn, get behind the bar,” Ezra’s tense shoulders echoed his voice. Everything about his demon’s demeanour screamed that this was something to worry about. Finn took a step back, fully intending to comply with Ezra’s instructions.
Freya’s eyebrows rose and her plump, ruby red lips pouted. “You really think a damaged youngster like you can defend him against two fit, strong, mature demons? One little orgasm with him inside me and I’ll be able to take the energy he picks up just like you and high and mighty Lord Avery can. And I’ll be the mother of the first sex demon, since... you.” The disgust on her face showed exactly what she thought of Ezra.
