by Melos,Alana
I leaned back and huffed. “We are not,” I said. He laughed heartily at my indignation, and I scowled. “You can’t make me.”
“That’s true,” Regulus said, conceding me the point, “but how I would like to. No, we’re going to fuck anyway because I know you, and I know how frustrated you are after Malech, which I don’t blame you… he played dirty there.” The younger looking old man shrugged, then leaned in to me. “You want to know how I’m so young yet, if it’ll feel like something wicked which it won’t, I promise you that, or at least not in the way you’re thinking. And…” He leaned in and smelled my hair. I pulled back, and he laughed again. “And you’ve never had sex with a telepath. Not someone who could reflect right back at you… and with years more experience doing so.”
I opened my mouth to deny him, but he was right. As soon as he mentioned it, my curiosity as to what it would feel like, a complete circle instead of the broken ones I could make by myself. To feel everything as he did, completely, to lose oneself… I blinked a few times and gave him a sly half-smile. “So maybe we will,” I conceded. “What’s your price for the other?”
“To be your mentor?” he laughed. “Oh, that’s a new one for me. And not easily done with what you want… eventually.” He tapped a finger upon his chin, a gesture my mother had always done when she was thinking, “Axis is still hunting me. I need to get them off my trail, once and for all. And to do that… well….”
“Well what?” I said. It couldn’t be that hard.
“We’d have to erase me out of their database,” Regulus finished. “Suicide mission if ever there was one.” He grinned again, and barked a laugh, “But it’s a win win for you. You either get what you think you want, or you get what you really want.”
“I’m not suicidal,” I said, frowning at his words.
Regulus put a hand upon my knee and squeezed it. “You’re such a cutie,” he said. “You can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me.”
“I’m not suicidal,” I said again, shoving his hand off.
“Self-destructive then, we’ll call it,” he went on. “Why else this life? You could have lived a pampered existence, having anything and everything you ever wanted. Instead, you turned your back on it, walked away, and all because of a little mommy-issue? Please.” He shifted to turn more fully towards me, his clear eyes shining with amusement. “You want to hurl yourself into the fire and let it burn you. Why else flirt with Nosferatu? You know he’ll just kill you when he’s done. That’s what he does. He’s not even subtle about it.” The words ‘like I am’ hung in the air, unspoken. “Why else deal with a demon? Why else screw yourself out of your paycheck on purpose for what… some petty revenge? That’s beneath you, Reece.”
I thought about what he said, and I couldn’t say he was wrong. What he’d seen in those few seconds, he’d been able to analyze and understand perfectly. It wasn’t comfortable to admit, but he was right… to a point. As I opened my mouth to refute him, he smiled again and interrupted me before I spoke a word.
“You know I’m right, but only in part,” he said. “You know what your problem is, Reece? You don’t understand people. You see them, and you feel them, but you have nothing to compare your observations to. You knew that a long time ago, and that’s why you have your rules. Rules won’t help forever. What will help is understanding.”
“Like you do?” I asked. My voice dripped with sarcasm. “You’re just as much of a sociopath as I am.”
“Oh, but I do,” he said. “My… training… saw to it. You have so much information at your fingertips already, and you use it like a jackhammer instead of a scalpel.” He put his hand upon my knee again, then slid it up. He wasn’t even bothering to try and seduce me; I could see it clearly in his unshielded thoughts. He just wanted to see how firm the skin was. It was a strange sensation. I knew a gesture so intimate should cause desire in me, or repulsion, or something… but instead it was like watching a video. It was just something that was happening, and that was all. He projected no emotion, so I felt no emotion. I only had those which were mine, the hate and rage and frustration which always boiled within.
“Sounds like you’re teaching me already,” I said, running my fingers through his short hair and curving my hand down to stroke his neck, exploring, like he was doing to me. It was peculiar to feel nothing from a person, a great annoyance and a strange relief at the same time. I didn’t have to guess what they wanted, or read them to get the answer. He was just… being. Since he was being, I could just be. It was at first a comfort, then my anger began to bubble again. It wasn’t normal. I knew it wasn’t normal. He was hiding himself from me, and far more effectively than others had in the past. I decided I didn’t like it.
“Maybe I am,” he said. “You’re going to Axis with me.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked, feeling one of his biceps as he ran his hand over my midriff. “I haven’t answered yet.”
“Because you want to see it,” he said. “And you want to prove me wrong, which I think is the bigger motivation of the two. You’re angry, and, let’s face it, Nazis are always good targets to take your frustrations out on, hero and villain both.”
I smiled at that, and his hand reached up to cup my cheek. “Find what you want?” I asked.
“Maybe,” he said. “You aren’t quite empty, not like you think you are.” Regulus blinked and then smiled… and suddenly a fully formed person was there in front of me, emotions, thoughts, a side-smile which made me laugh a little. “And you don’t have to be if you don’t want to be.”
“How did you do that?” I asked, leaning to look at him more closely. Sure, it was a snarky, sarcastic personality, filled with lust and dark desires, but it wasn’t blank as it was before. It was a pretty thing to create a person out of nothing.
“You’ll see,” he said, impishly. His hand still cupped my cheek, and he ran his thumb over it, stroking my skin. Now, his desire ran over him, spilling into me and filling my cup to overflowing. My lips parted, and he leaned in to kiss me, tenderly. At the softest touch of his lips, I melted with want. When he leaned back, he shook his head but looked utterly satisfied. His thoughts told me he thought he didn’t need to mind control me to control me, that my lack of resistance would simply be enough to nudge me where he wanted me to be. “Like under me,” he said, his other hand trailing up the inside of my leg. “Because now I’m going to fuck you, like you want me to,” he said, giving me another kiss, tender and sweet with the promise of wicked things to come. “And it’s going to be hard, and filthy, and all those things you love and crave. I know what you want… because I want them too.”
I slapped him hard and laughed. He laughed with me, a jovial sound, but the glint in his eyes told me he didn’t like it. He wanted to be on top just like I wanted to be on top. He grabbed my hair on the side and pulled, forcing my neck to bend as he kissed me hard. I punched him in the sternum, but he didn’t let go, though he did cough and break the kiss. I pulled him to me and kissed him, just as hard as he had kissed me before, invading his mouth with my tongue, claiming it as mine. His other hand gripped my thigh and forced my legs apart as I grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and tore it open, clawing red lines on his skin with my nails. When we broke the kiss, there was blood on his lip from where I’d bitten him. I licked it off slowly. His half-lidded eyes watched my mouth, as his mind drank in my emotions.
“Regulus…” I started.
“Call me Gerard,” he said, his fingers brushing my sex to feel how wet I was through my panties.
“Gerard,” I said. “Get into the bedroom and get naked.”
That boyish grin returned, the gosh-shucks-jolly grin, and he saluted me jauntily. “Yes, ma’am!” He released my hair and stood up. From my angle, I could see his jeans were suddenly much tighter than they were before, and I stood drawing up my full height so he had to look up at me. Granted, it wasn’t much, but I was going to take every edge I could over him. Maybe it was a security blanket as he’d
already proven to me on a couple of different levels he didn’t need any advantages, but I was going to take it.
I followed him into the bedroom which was a large, lush affair. A four poster bed dominated the room, a queen, not a king, and I knew why instantly--the poles of the bed were too far apart on a king to properly tie someone down. He slept alone anyway, and didn’t need the extra space. When he reached the foot of the bed, he turned, stripping off his ruined shirt and casting it aside. His body was both cut and soft at the same time, the promising future of a well-made youth who was on the verge of manhood. He’d been an adult when he was around in the bad old days, and yet it appeared he’d never changed. I think there was a few more wrinkles around his eyes than there would have been in a normal teen, but that was all I could tell. “Like what you see?”
Muscular, but lean. He looked to be a razor rather than a sword, if you get my analogy. I ran my fingertips down his chest down to his abs and tugged at his jeans. “Maybe,” I said. “You’re not naked yet.”
He obliged me in an instant, stripping off the jeans with practiced ease and tossing them aside so that he stood there naked, his cock hard, jutting up at me. I moved to take off my shirt, but he put a hand on my arm and lowered it, “Nah, leave it on. I like fucking cheerleaders.”
I took of my underwear instead, leaving me bare underneath the pleated skirt. Smiling a little at him, I pushed him back on the bed roughly and climbed on top. He kept looking at me with his half-lidded eyes, his mind circling around my emotions, though he made no move to alter my thoughts. He was merely watching and waiting, like I had so many times before with lovers. His hands circled my stomach, feeling the skin, and then he moved up to touch my jaw where my scars were.
This makes you beautiful, he sent to me as his fingers trailed down my throat to where Nosferatu had bitten me a month ago, feeling the scars. And this. Imperfections make your beauty stand out.
I shook my head in negation as my pussy brushed over his cock. He thrust up, but I moved up so he couldn’t complete the act. I just wanted to feel him there. My flesh ached from Malech’s teasing before, and I knew I would come fast. He settled and let me rub against him a little, feeling his hardness as he watched and waited. This was just foreplay. When we started, it would last for a while. My desire was insatiable, and his was as well. I saw the threads of lust and desire in his mind, the darkness of needing control attached to them both.
“Sit on my face,” he said, scooting back on the bed slightly. “And blow me at the same time. I’ll show you what I meant before.” There was something refreshing about his complete honesty. Even when people wanted to talk dirty, they danced around it, trying to make it more romantic. He just wanted sex and said exactly what he wanted, just as I did. I slid off to the side to let him get into place on the bed and he stroked himself, waiting for me. With languorous slowness, I crawled up the bed, my eyes fixed on his. Curiosity and desire drew me to him like a cat to cream, and I turned, positioning myself over his mouth. Gerard wasted no time in grabbing my thighs and moving me to where he wanted me to be. Deftly, he spread my lips with his fingers and slid his tongue along my wetness, causing me to gasp. Oh, this was what I needed alright, and I lost myself in his licking until he slapped my ass to get my attention and pointed to his cock. I smirked to myself and bent over, getting into a comfortable position before circling his length with my hand and stroking it lightly, feeling how hard he was, yet how soft his skin felt.
His mind pushed a little deeper into mine, and I pushed a little deeper into his. He latched onto my emotions and sensations, riding my sensations and suddenly, he knew exactly where to lick me. I stifled a moan, and he hit my ass again, stopping his oral assault on my pussy to demand, “Suck me, Reece.” I squeezed his cock, feeling it echo within me, and as he began to lick me once more, I finally bent to his cock and took him into my mouth.
Sensations exploded in me. I could feel his cock as if it were mine, and my pussy as if it was his. The threads got tangled between the two of us, but I knew what I was doing… and as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, I felt it... how good, and wet, and warm my mouth was. Our heat enveloped us. The heady sensations sharpened my senses. Gerard licked my pussy, lashing my clit mercilessly, riding my desire and lust as he used it to fuel his own. I began to suck him in earnest, licking him down first to lubricate him, and then taking him whole into my mouth. As I did that, he intensified the feelings, and thrust up into my mouth as I ground down on him, whimpering around his cock.
Those broken circles with previous lovers were a pale shadow of this. We fed each other; there was no other way to describe it. I didn’t just mean that we went down on each other… we fed each other. Every emotions, every sensation, every sound and taste and touch and smell was shared completely, offered up without hesitation or thought. With the sharing came intensity. Think of it like this… if you look into a mirror, you only see one reflection. But if you hold up another mirror to reflect into that one, you see mirrors into eternity until you lost track. A lick of his tongue on my sex wasn’t just pleasant; it was a lingering sensation as if a thousand phantom tongues licked. Each sensation stayed in place, yet grew.
My world became sex.
Every touch was like coming.
A person feels no closer to another than when they’re fucking, than when they come with another person. Imagine that but not just at the height of your pleasure, but during every act leading up to it. Nothing was forbidden between us, and anything that increased my pleasure increased his, and vice versa. It wasn’t just knowing how to suck his cock the way he liked it, I sucked his cock the way I liked it, and he licked me the way he liked it. My body was his, his was mine. We were a perfect loop of pleasure. It was my whole world. My everything.
As it was, I sucked and licked and fondled him slowly, savoring every moment. He slowed down his licking, teasing me, nudging me to ever higher plateaus as he thrust into my mouth with aching need. Gerard was more used to this than I, but not much as he’d bragged. Telepaths were fairly rare, and telepaths who could handle this intense carnality rarer yet. Even as I plunged headlong into this world of pleasure, he tempered it with experience, letting me fall until insanity danced close to the edge of my mind’s horizon. Only when I’d reached my limit, teetering on the brink of losing myself, did he pull me back. His thoughts formed some words at me, but so lost in the moment, I couldn’t hear him. I could only suck his cock, or mine... it was all the same. I licked and moaned and suckled and writhed, wanton and unashamed, wanting more, needing more. There was never enough.
When my body climaxed, I exploded. His cock pulsed in my mouth as he came with me. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. I felt. I was not a person anymore, but a bundle of feelings, of ecstasy. It was reds and pinks and whites of lust and pleasure and purity. Purity, of all things, but nevertheless...it was pure. Just emotion, past my body, past his body… just a melding of minds in the most intimate of ways, sharing everything, weaving in and out of one another as we rode each other’s meat into those few seconds which lasted forever. The rawest form of pleasure, the most pure, unrefined and unfiltered… everything throbbed and pulsed in time to our hearts, which beat in perfect unison.
At the crescendo, we were one.
But then, falling… falling back into my body, into my writhing mass of desire, into the fleshy folds of our ecstasy. Pleasure yes, but nothing as sweet as before. I lifted my mouth from him and rolled off, panting heavily as I stared up at the ceiling, letting the last of the climax wash through me. I shuddered and shook, my body recovering slowly.
Gerard lifted himself up on an arm, propped his head on it, and smirked at me. “Was it good for you?”
Had I energy to smack him, I would have. Instead, I gestured with a finger, and flicked his ear telekinetically. “Smart ass,” I said as my body cooled.
He yelped and grabbed his ear, and I smiled to myself. “Dirty trick,” he said as he settled back into position
and ran a hand up my leg. “That was as intense as it can go without a buffer.”
“A buffer?” I asked, turning slightly so I could look at him. I didn’t disengage from his mind, but settled myself there in the comfortable space we’d made for each other in our heads. The thought of this buffer excited him in sadistic, dark, and lustful ways.
“A small range ‘path or empath to run interference between,” he explained, his fingers moving up my thigh to brush against my swollen sex again. I winced at the sensation, but I was almost ready for more. “If you’re not careful, you can drive us both mad that way, so you use someone else as a buffer. All the pleasure, none of the nasty side effects.”
I couldn’t even imagine it, and I saw in his thoughts he’d used them before to great effect, effectively killing the third. My desire sprang forth fully at that, mixing death and sex excited me, rousing my hunter’s instinct. It looked as though you literally fucked them to death, but what a way to go. “That would be something,” I said, turning the idea over in my mind.
“Something for later,” he whispered. “Something to aspire to. But for now, I think I want to just fuck you. Old school style.” He continued to rub my clit, sliding his fingers along my swollen, aching flesh as I sighed and watched him.
“How are you recovered so fast?” I asked… because he was. His cock was already hard and ready to go.
“Youthful energy,” Gerard replied with his ever present smirk. His fingers continued to play me, and I let myself melt into it. Even without feeling his desire, I was ready to go again as well. It never took long for me. Just give me a little cooldown between sessions, and I could go all night. I rested on my back, leaving my legs open for him. Turning my head to the side, I envisioned a hand over his hardness stroking him, and used my telekinesis to bring it to life. He let out a small sound, and his grin turned wider.
