by Liamson
“Now we’re talking!” Blaine exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around Nathaniel’s waist. Their lips met again, and this time it was glorious. No one was holding back, and Blaine’s lips tingled from the impact of Nathaniel’s kisses. Lost in the moment, Blaine grabbed hold of Nathaniel’s already tattered shirt and shredded it right off his body.
Nathaniel was taken aback by Blaine’s abrupt change of demeanor.
“That wasn’t your favorite shirt or something, was it? It was already kinda ruined anyway.” Blaine winked and shrugged playfully.
Nathaniel grinned ruefully. “I think you just wanted to get me naked.” He shed his pants, and his seven-inch, uncut cock sprang forward.
“Mission accomplished,” Blaine whistled, ogling Nathaniel.
“Well, now,” Nathaniel swaggered toward the blond. “Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?”
“I can think of a few things,” Blaine said, dropping to his knees, gripping Nathaniel’s waist with both hands. He pulled the angel towards him and enveloped his cock in his mouth. Blaine didn’t know if angel cock was different than human cock, but he sure as hell wanted to find out. He ran his tongue over Nathaniel’s penis before flicking the angel’s cock head a few times with his tongue. He looked up at Nathaniel for approval, but once he saw that the angel tilted his head back and closed his eyes, he figured he was doing a pretty good job.
After Blaine licked the man’s shaft a few more times, he decided it was time to show off. He lowered his mouth all the way down to the base of Nathaniel’s shaft. Nathaniel gasped in response.
Lust igniting him, Nathaniel grabbed both sides of Blaine’s head and rapidly thrust into The Chosen One’s mouth, essentially fucking his face. When Blaine’s eyes snapped upward, wide with confusion, that was enough for the orgasm that was building up in him to explode. “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” Nathaniel grunted, his milky seed shooting down Blaine’s throat.
At first, Blaine gagged as he swallowed the first squirt of the angel’s cum, taken aback by Nathaniel’s orgasm. But when he felt the angel convulse, about to shoot another load, he mentally prepared himself and eagerly swallowed the next few spurts. Blaine moaned, totally and completely spurned on by the fact that he’d just milked an angel to an orgasm. He removed his mouth from Nathaniel’s crotch, grinned, and wiped any cum from his mouth.
“Fuck! That was amazing,” he panted. Blaine leaned against one of the cave walls, breathing heavily, recovering from their sexual activity.
Nathaniel stood eerily still, a bit dazed post-orgasm. If he didn’t know any better, he swore the cave’s walls were swirling around and closing in on him. Had he and The Chosen One just… fornicated? A pang of anxiety racked his stomach. No, he thought defiantly. I’ve given up too much of my personal life to The Cause to be inflicted with post-sex guilt. Ears ringing, Nathaniel was annoyingly torn out of his reverie. He glanced over at Blaine, who was watching him with an expectant—and aroused—expression. “Uh… what?”
Blaine frowned. How awfully convenient for Nathaniel to have missed his request. He’d just have to be more irresistible this time. He stuck out his bottom lip, pouted sexily and leaned against the wall. “I want you inside me, Nathaniel,” he said, almost to the point of whimpering.
Nathaniel’s jaw dropped to the ground. Was Blaine trying to defile him? Did Blaine not realize what it meant to be an angel? He closed his mouth, his jawline becoming stern. He was naked, yes, and still hard, but that didn’t mean he’d give in so easily. He said his next few words tentatively, hoping that Blaine wouldn’t be too heartbroken by them.
“I can’t,” he declared, gauging the younger man’s reaction.
Blaine sank to the floor petulantly. “So, what, after I suck you off, you suddenly give me the cold shoulder? I thought that since you were an angel, you’d be different than all the other guys I’ve been with, but I guess it’s just the wings that set you apart from everyone else.” He pulled his knees closer to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. At least he could give himself the affection he so strongly desired.
Nathaniel felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. Did Blaine really mean what he was saying? Maybe it was good for Blaine to be mad at him—it would certainly make the next stage of their journey easier if there was no emotional attachment. But seeing the pain on Blaine’s youthful face was too much for Nathaniel to bear. As an angel, it was his duty to comfort those in need instead of causing them pain. Nathaniel’s eyes widened with realization as he replayed Blaine’s last words in his mind. “Wait— you’ve been with other men before?”
“Yeah. So what?” Blaine stared at the cold, dank cave floor. He couldn’t look at Nathaniel while he was naked and rejecting him.
Nathaniel broached his next words tentatively. “Has anyone else been…inside you?” Nathaniel eagerly awaited the answer to the next question. There was a requirement that The Chosen One must be pure and intact in all manners, but often that rule could be ignored if one had sex before the individual knew that he or she was The Chosen One.
Blaine’s glare shot daggers at Nathaniel. “That’s an extremely personal question, don’t you think?”
“You’re right. I’m sorry,” Nathaniel said, holding his hands up defensively. He knew he needed to explain himself, but didn’t want to push his young companion. He needed Blaine to trust him for the next part of their journey.
“If you must know,” Blaine spat, “A few guys have fucked me.” He narrowed his eyes at Nathaniel. “What about you? How many notches are on your halo?”
Nathaniel sneered mischievously and walked closer to Blaine. He reached down, grabbed the younger man’s arms, and forced him to stand up. “You misunderstand my line of questioning.” The sneer grew wider. While he could technically fuck Blaine, he didn’t want to be caught guilty of violation the rules. He already had enough bad marks racked up against him. “I cannot be inside of you… but you most certainly can be inside me.”
Blaine’s insides swirled and tumbled around. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing and sported a celebratory grin. He shed his clothes in record time, so that both men were now stark naked. Blaine put his hands on his waist and thrust his hips playfully. “Nathaniel, I’m going to rock your world.”
Nathaniel gulped.
5.
Cynthia Bloodmore was walking down the cobblestone streets when a display in a nearby electronics store caught her attention. The television changed from its normal broadcast to a very special message from the Blood Prince. Cynthia’s features soured as she laid eyes on Prince Cody. Though Prince Cody’s features were youthful, and though his appearance was more akin to an underwear model, Cynthia thought his leadership style could use some work.
“Citizens of Haven,” Prince Cody began with a plastered-on smile. “Good evening. I hope you are enjoying yourselves in the Vargr realm. My role as Blood Prince is to ensure your well-being and happiness.”
Bloody good lie that is, Cynthia thought. Though was it, really? She reminisced to when she first arrived in Haven. It was back in 2008, when the city was first formed as a refuge for any Vargr creatures who just wanted to live their lives in peace—the civil war between the humans and the Vargr be damned. That was one of the best things that Prince Cody had established during his reign as Blood Prince, as far as she was concerned.
She was fae, and her parents were a criminal duo who gained notoriety by visiting the human realm and stealing precious artifacts from them. Sometimes it was something as simple as their teeth—other times, it was something as sinister as a human heart. On occasion, they visited the human realm to rape and pillage those they came across. When Cynthia found out her parents’ true nature, she wanted nothing to do with them. It was then that she first saw the ads for Haven on the Vargr datalinks. Soon after, she moved to the city, started a new life, and founded a successful party planning business.
So while Prince Cody came across as not caring about
his citizens of the Vargr realm, Cynthia had to remind herself that she wouldn’t be in Haven if it weren’t for him. Maybe Prince Cody thought that he had already given his constituents their greatest gift—freedom from the civil war.
The broadcast switched from Prince Cody to a loud commercial that wrenched Cynthia out of her thoughts. Oh, my…I missed his entire speech. I do hope I didn’t miss anything important, Cynthia thought. She stood still, staring at the TV, making sure that Prince Cody wouldn’t come back with another message. When the TV displayed commercial after commercial, Cynthia shrugged and carried on about her business.
****
Prince Cody sighed with relief as the broadcast ended. He snapped a finger and a servant walked over. “Well, that was maddeningly painful,” Prince Cody grumbled. “Cross the propaganda off the list,” he ordered the servant.
The servant swiped and tapped his tablet a few times. The tablet chirped in response. “Done,” he said. The servant glanced up at Prince Cody. “Is there anything else?”
Prince Cody’s brows knitted together. “What is the status of the Blood Gate? I grow weary from waiting.”
The servant nodded. “I’ll let you know as soon as the Blood Gate is active.”
As the servant retreated into the distance, Prince Cody steepled his fingers. Only a few more hours until everything would change. Only a few more hours until he would have everything he ever wanted. A wicked smirk cast an eerie shade to his face.
****
Beads of sweat formed on Nathaniel’s forehead despite the cave’s cool atmosphere. His throat became dry and he had trouble swallowing. “You want to…” he trailed off.
Blaine’s lips quirked upward. “Fuck your brains out,” he said matter-of-factly. “Is that clear enough for you?” He stretched a pointed finger towards Nathaniel. “Come on, dude, it was your idea.”
Nathaniel’s cock strained at the thought of lying on his back while Blaine filled him. Besides, this could strengthen his bond with Blaine, which Nathaniel could use to his advantage. “All right,” Nathaniel said, getting on the ground. He lifted his legs up so Blaine could have easy access.
Blaine’s eyes widened as he spat into his hand, slicking up his cock. He walked over to Nathaniel and licked two of his fingers before sliding them deftly into Nathaniel’s crack. Nathaniel moaned as Blaine’s fingers slid into him. Blaine thrust his fingers rapidly a few times. He leaned forward and whispered in Nathaniel’s ear, “Just imagine if this was my cock.”
Damn it, Nathaniel thought, spurred on beyond belief. He needed to take matters into his own hands. He reached down and started stroking his cock. Being uncut, he loved playing with the extra bit of foreskin around his bulbous head. Each brushstroke of his finger sent shockwaves down his spine, even spreading to his now-concealed wings.
Nathaniel’s entrance puckered as Blaine removed his fingers from his tight hole. Blaine’s fingers were replaced by the tip of his cock. Sensing the welcome visitor, Nathaniel’s hole opened wide. The angel gasped as Blaine slid deep past his entrance--though he’d bottomed before, he could never quite get used to the feeling of someone sliding into him.
Blaine held Nathaniel’s legs tight and used them as leverage for his thrusting. Blaine thrust several times, enjoying the sensations of his cock grazing against Nathaniel’s insides. Nathaniel’s moans and increasingly changing expressions were his guide. Blaine’s eyes twinkled with an idea. Gripping Nathaniel’s legs even harder, he slammed into the angel’s ass with maximum force!
Nathaniel couldn’t take it anymore: the pleasure was too much to bear. He screamed with pleasure as his wings sprouted from his back. His wings enveloped both men, concealing their intimate act. A golden holy energy emanated from Nathaniel’s eyes as he climaxed. The ethereal energy reached a fever pitch and spread outward in a ripple effect.
The silky, feathery texture of Nathaniel’s wings against Blaine’s back overwhelmed the young man. Spasms of pleasure reverberated through his bones, and before he knew it, he was emptying his clear, milky fluid into the older angel. Even though he was spent, he pulled out of Nathaniel and rammed his cock into his ass a few more times for good measure.
Nathaniel groaned in ecstasy, his ass now warm and gooey. His wings fell back against the cold, cave ground. He was slick with sweat, he was sticky from being marked by Blaine, and he was exhausted from their fucking, but his emotions swelled to something he hadn’t felt in a while.
Eyes heavy with post-coital exhaustion, Nathaniel realized he suddenly felt complete.
****
Blaine’s eyes fluttered open and his vision returned to its normal focus. He rolled onto his side, panic spreading through him as he realized Nathaniel was no longer by his side. He rose, still naked, and found Nathaniel standing eerily still by the entrance of the cave.
Blaine walked by the fire, which had long ago burnt out, so there was very little light in the cave. He strode toward Nathaniel, who was speaking in hushed tones. Blaine snuck behind the angel, hugged him, and rested his head on Nathaniel’s shoulder. “Hey.”
Nathaniel jumped, as if he had been caught doing something wrong. He looked over his shoulder at Blaine and smiled. “Hi.”
“Who were you talking to?”
Nathaniel’s eyes darted back and forth nervously. “I was—praying,” he said a little too quickly, making sure his face wasn’t illuminated by the fire.
Blaine narrowed his eyes. “But you’re an angel… why would you be embarrassed about praying?” Blaine nudged Nathaniel in the side with his finger. “Unless you were praying to the sex gods.”
Nathaniel reddened and wrested himself from Blaine’s embrace so they stood face to face. “Dirty mind,” he said, and with a suave maneuver, he reached down and grabbed Blaine’s balls. Blaine jumped in surprise, and now it was his chance to redden. Nathaniel walked towards the mouth of the cave, looking over his shoulder. “Now if you’ll put some clothes on, we can continue our journey.” A gentle smile appeared on Nathaniel’s face. “I don’t think you want to experience that draft without any clothes on.”
Blaine’s eyes widened. “Think of the shrinkage!” he said in mock horror, slipping on his suit, suddenly wishing he picked more suitable traveling clothes. After getting fully dressed, he joined his companion at the mouth of the cave. “So where to?”
Nathaniel frowned. Where to indeed?
****
They walked to the top of the cliff and stared out into the distance. The desert was unusually bright for that time of night. Blaine supposed the moonlight could be bouncing off the sand, making it lighter than usual. Didn’t he read that was possible somewhere? He shielded his eyes and glanced at Nathaniel, whose expression was dark.
Nathaniel’s brow furrowed in several places. “It’s happening too early,” he muttered. “I didn’t have time to prepare you…” He closed his eyes tightly. “I blame myself.”
Blaine could tell Nathaniel was saying something, but he couldn’t discern the actual words. “Nathaniel?” His stomach plummeted. What could be making his beautiful angel worry so much? “What’s wrong?”
The desert lights grew brighter and became more focused. A red, ephemeral energy shimmered into existence. The energy snaked and twisted around until it formed a circular shape, its center a deep, hollow, ominous black. “Blaine, I’m sorry,” Nathaniel declared.
Blaine’s mind raced, trying to figure out what the hell Nathaniel was talking about. “Sorry? Sorry for what?” He stomped his feet on the ground, similar to the way a petulant child would refuse to budge from his spot. “You’re not making any sense.” Blaine wondered if the fantastic sex broke the angel’s brain.
But Blaine didn’t have long to wonder. Before he realized what was happening, Nathaniel whipped around. In a blur of motion, he ran toward Blaine, grabbed underneath his arms, and jumped into the sky. Propelling himself like a missile, Nathaniel flew Blaine deep into the dark, hollow center of the strange cir
cle.
As soon as Nathaniel and Blaine disappeared through the center of the Blood Gate, the circle dissolved into thin air, leaving the desert empty and desolate, as if the men had never existed.
6.
Just on the outskirts of the bustling metropolis of Haven lay Eden, another sector of the Vargr realm that was heavily wooded, full of greenery and seclusion. Eden provided its inhabitants with enough serenity, peace and safety that they nicknamed the area after the mythical garden of creation. But if an outsider were to peel away the layers of trees, greenery, and the deep, blue skies, they’d find out that darker, sinister activities took place there.
The servant tentatively approached Prince Cody, wondering what kind of mood his prince was in this time. Prince Cody’s personality was as unpredictable as his leadership style. Some days, he was his normal, go-with-the-flow self—other days, he was irritable and irrational, and that often led to deadly consequences.
“Sir, the Blood Gate was activated. Several minutes after activation, it fell off our systems. There were no signs of unusual activity, so The Chosen One should be here any minute.”
Prince Cody leered wickedly. “Thank you, that is all.”
The guard backed away from Prince Cody, returning to his regular duties. Prince Cody’s eyes twinkled as he imagined all the things that he’d be able to do with this Chosen One. Being only twenty-three, this was the second tribute Prince Cody would receive during his reign as Blood Prince. His first tribute was a twink type, and while that had been fun, he had ultimately been too fragile for Prince Cody’s tastes. So, only after a few years of service, Prince Cody absolved the tribute of his services, provided protection for him, and gave him quite a nice life in Haven.
Prince Cody wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice: once he saw the picture of a young businessman with the blond hair, dazzling eyes, and, more importantly, a better, built physique, he knew he’d hit the jackpot. Now all he had to do was wait for the Blood Gate to appear in Eden.
