by M. D. Grimm
“He did it because he loved us,” Castor said sharply.
Pollux snorted. “Ever the romantic, little brother. He chained us to him for control. Nothing more, nothing less. I don’t blame him for it. In truth, had I been unleashed that night, I would have been a plague on every human in that town. None would have escaped my wrath.” His eyes flashed green flame. “If we are, indeed, in the same town, I might take my revenge now.”
“Pollux,” Castor said. “You know the people who robbed us of Wilhelm are long dead. The people alive today have done nothing. And we have him back.”
Pollux scowled but didn’t argue. A tense silence followed for a moment.
“We are connected to the life of the sorcerer,” Pollux said suddenly, eyeing William. “To you. He died when he was seven and thirty years. I suspect we awakened tonight because you have turned that age. Am I correct?”
William nodded mutely.
Castor moved his hand from William’s knee to his calf and gave it a gentle squeeze. William looked at Castor again, heart pounding. He realized his body was finally reacting to the sight of the two naked, highly gorgeous, humanoid creatures standing before him. And after hearing about the bond between the gargoyles and the sorcerer, to hear the reasons why the sorcerer made them, it made him wonder. He remembered the elation in the sorcerer’s words.
“Do not fear us,” Castor said again, shifting closer. “We only wish to make you happy. We only wish to love you.”
When Castor gently but with determination pushed William’s legs apart and moved between them, William’s breath backed up in his lungs. Castor unfurled his wings, and they stretched out magnificently in the night. In awe, William’s hand moved of its own accord and touched one of the leathery appendages. His fingertips barely brushed the surface and Castor shivered. William pulled his hand back instantly, but Castor then grabbed his wrist and kissed his palm. William started to breathe again, but this time rapidly. Castor’s soft mouth continued to kiss, to slide over his skin. A moan escaped William before he could swallow it. Castor shivered again at the sound, and William thought it the oddest sensation when Castor wrapped his tail around William’s good leg. Perhaps it wasn’t blatant, but he knew it to be a show of possession.
Managing to rip his eyes away from Castor, he looked at Pollux to see he was equally excited. His erection stood proud, and though he hadn’t moved, the heat and lust in his eyes should have set them all on fire. How in the hell could these two gorgeous, otherworldly creatures desire him so much?
Castor suddenly placed his warm hands on William’s shoulders and pushed him to the ground. Unable to move, William could only watch as Castor unzipped William’s pants and grabbed his cock, pulling it out for the cool air to touch. William dug his fingers into the grass and gasped when Castor’s lips touched his tip. He stared as Castor began to work him slowly, sensuously, and with obvious delight. William grew harder under Castor’s ministrations, and it was obvious Castor was determined to get him off.
Movement to his right had William turning his attention to Pollux. Pollux knelt beside him before bending over. For a moment, William feared being stabbed by those thick horns that jutted out from either side of Pollux’s head. But the gargoyle knew how to maneuver around his appendages. Then, to William’s shock, Pollux kissed him. As they had spoken, William received mixed signals from Pollux, but it would seem despite Pollux’s aggression, he desired William. Pollux kissed him thoroughly with lips and tongue, their mouths fused together. William groaned in need, the lack of intimacy over the last couple of years making this feel like a feast after a famine.
Castor worked him harder, stroking and sucking. William began to shake, feeling his release climbing to its peak. But when Pollux touched the scarred side of his face, William wrenched his mouth away and instinct had him pushing at Pollux.
“No,” Pollux said, the word like a whip-crack. He gripped William’s wrist to cease his struggle.
Castor paused slightly in reaction, but then seemed to double his efforts. William panted, his heart drumming in his ears as he stared into Pollux’s angry eyes, still filled with lust.
Pollux kept his face closed to William’s as he spoke. “My brother and I will have you. We will kiss you and touch you where we please. That is why you created us. That is what we must do.” Pollux narrowed his eyes. “You have made us wait centuries. Now we claim our prize.”
“But…I’m not a—” William suddenly came hard, his hips jerking up, pushing his erection deeper into Castor’s mouth. His shout echoed around the courtyard, and he fell back to the ground, exhausted and confused.
Castor’s face suddenly loomed over his, gentle adoration in his eyes. It was a look William had never received before, though he had seen it in the eyes of other couples. Then Castor kissed him with abandon. After a long moment of having his mouth worked as thoroughly as his cock had been, Castor moved his lips over to the scarred side of William’s face. He instantly gripped Castor’s arm and tried to push him away, as he had attempted with Pollux, but Castor merely gripped his arm in return and pressed it to the ground. Now William’s arms were held in both gargoyles’ grasp and he found them mightily strong. He wouldn’t be able to dislodge them. Then he wondered why he wanted to.
He barely felt Castor’s lips on his scarred flesh, but what little sensation he felt had him shuddering. No one touched him there. No one wanted to, and even his doctors had tried but failed to hide their disgust. But Castor and Pollux did want to touch him. And they seemed to know all his sweet spots—some he didn’t even know he had.
Castor pushed up William’s shirt, exposing his chest to the rapidly cooling night air. The moon moved higher into the sky as Castor straddled William’s hips, his mouth never once lifting from William’s skin.
“If possible,” Pollux said quietly. “I believe my brother has missed you more than me. He cannot keep his mouth off you.”
William moaned and felt himself harden once more. Pollux shifted slightly and grabbed William under the arms, resettling his back against Pollux’s thighs, his head pressed again Pollux’s flat stomach. Then Pollux pulled William’s arms around him—careful of his scarred one—to settle at his lower back, before the gargoyle slipped his own arms under William’s back, successfully trapping him in a very intimate embrace. Then William felt Pollux’s smooth tail wrap around his wrists, holding him in place. Pollux’s erection was poking into his back, and William looked up at Pollux, wondering what was next.
Pollux bent down and kissed William again, the tips of his horns lightly scraping William’s chest. It was so strange to kiss upside down. William knew he was in danger of becoming addicted to these two. When Castor finally lifted his mouth from William’s skin and began jacking him firmly, Pollux lifted his head. Bombarded with sensations and pleasures he never thought he’d feel again, William looked at Castor, straining against the bind Pollux had on him.
“Trust us,” Pollux whispered in his ear.
Castor, eyes heated and glowing like the full moon above them, held William’s cock in his hand and slowly impaled himself upon it. William gasped and for a moment wondered if they should have lube or something. But all thought fled when he felt the smoothness of Castor’s channel, almost like polished stone, yet warm and welcoming. When Castor began to move, the warmth turned into heat.
William’s body strained and he couldn’t keep the sounds of pleasure inside. But he realized every time he groaned or whimpered, Castor would move faster and Pollux’s erection would grow harder. They wanted his sounds.
Unable to control the pace, William suffered with delight and watched Castor, mesmerized by the sight of him.
“Isn’t my brother beautiful?” Pollux said close to his ear.
William nodded, barely able to let out a strained, “Yes.”
Castor flung back his wings, exposing his silvery skin that shimmered with every movement, every jerk of his hips, every rise and fall as he impaled himself again and again. It was
obvious he was enjoying himself, since he whimpered and moaned and his wings often flapped in time with his bounces. His erection was solid and would smack against William’s stomach, a constant, torturous temptation.
The sensation of déjà vu continued to wrack him. His dreams were memories. The journal was his. He was Wilhelm. Oh God. These gargoyles were his.
“I want—touch. I need to,” William said with some effort. He met Pollux’s eyes. “Please.”
Pollux smiled and his expression could only be described as deliciously evil. He unwrapped his tail from around William’s wrists, and William immediately reached over and gripped Castor’s erection with his good hand, jerking him off. Castor whimpered and quickened his speed. On instinct, William managed to grip Pollux’s ass with his left hand, his fingers digging into Pollux’s crease, brushing his hole. He wondered for a split second if this would anger Pollux, but then the gargoyle purred.
Actually, truly purred.
Pollux spread his legs slightly, giving William more access. He took the invitation and jabbed his fingers against Pollux’s hole. Pollux captured his mouth with a moan and lapped his tongue inside, tasting everywhere he could reach.
William continued to jack Castor until the gargoyle came hard, spunk shooting over William’s chest. Castor’s inner muscles squeezed William’s cock painfully. William came again, shocked he’d just had two orgasms in the span of ten minutes.
Gasping for breath, Castor leaned over William, who was also struggling to find air.
“Is it my turn, brother?” Pollux asked, a hint of impatience in his tone but also amused affection.
Castor chuckled. “Apologies for my greed, Pollux.”
“No need.”
William watched, aroused, as the gargoyle brothers exchanged a brief, but loving kiss. Then they changed position. Castor soon held William’s head and upper back, and Pollux ripped off William’s pants before settling between his legs.
“I don’t know if I can handle any more.” William chuckled, still breathless.
Castor cooed and stroked his head, brushing back his hair with gentle touches.
“Don’t worry,” Pollux said as he lifted and spread William’s legs. “You never failed to satisfy both of us, just as we never failed to satisfy you.”
With that, he bent his head, and his mouth and tongue explored William’s ass in a way no one had ever done before. There was no mistaking the show of possession and greed in his aggressiveness. William gasped, and his body bowed briefly off the ground in shock. He gripped Castor’s arms, trying to find some anchor as the pleasure threatened to shoot him off into space.
The Harvest Moon now rode high in the sky, right above them, illuminating their sinful acts. William stared at it as Pollux pushed his body to even greater heights than Castor had pushed it. Castor suddenly loomed over him and kissed him once again, loving his mouth, purring with delight. Then he was attacking William’s neck, a few sharp teeth nicking his skin. He eventually lowered to William’s chest and tormented his nipples with expert precision. Body straining, William had no choice but to allow the gargoyles to do as they pleased. He was merely along for the ride.
Once again, his cock rose to attention, and when Pollux lifted his head, William thought he would ride him as Castor did. But Pollux had different plans. He moved closer to William’s body, setting William’s spread legs on either side of his lean hips. William swallowed hard, easily reading Pollux’s intent. He’d only bottomed a few times in his life and hadn’t found much enjoyment from it. But he had a feeling Pollux could make it worthwhile.
“Slow,” William managed to say. “Just start slow.”
Pollux nodded. His round tip pressed against William’s entrance, and William took a deep breath and relaxed his body. Smooth as stone, Pollux slipped inside. With a start, William realized all of Pollux’s ministrations to his ass had made him slick enough for penetration. Though the pressure of the invasion was felt, there was minimal pain. William’s moan mixed with Pollux’s as the gargoyle eased in and out in a steady rhythm. William gripped Castor’s arms tighter, his left hand suddenly cramping. Castor shuddered at their sounds, still lapping at William’s nipples.
“Fucking hell,” William said softly on a breath of sound. He barely noticed the strain to his scarred skin.
Pollux steadily moved faster, harder, and William met each thrust of his hips. He was soon participating, needing more friction, more connection to these supernatural creatures who claimed to love him, need him.
“Castor, now,” Pollux said suddenly.
William had no warning as Castor stretched over his body and latched his mouth once more around William’s cock. William shouted as he was both fucked and sucked, and, in a frenzy, he turned his head to find Castor’s erection standing proud right next to his face. Never one to waste an opportunity, William turned his face and swallowed the smooth cock. Castor whimpered and jerked his hips, plunging deeper into William’s mouth. Pollux began to curse in a language unknown to William but oddly familiar. The three of them moved their bodies as one under the light of the Harvest Moon and then came as one.
Castor collapsed on William even as he emptied himself into William’s mouth. William popped his eyes open when he realized Castor’s semen tasted like… apple? How the hell was that possible? And what did Pollux’s taste like?
Castor rolled off him and William once again had a good look at both brothers. Their eyes still shone in the moonlight, their deadly, otherworldly beauty enough to hypnotize him. Pollux slipped out, and William felt the loss acutely. In just the span of an hour, these two gargoyles had come to mean so much to him. But that was a lie, wasn’t it? They’d always meant something to him, even when they’d just been stone. He’d been connected to them even then. Even before then. They’d been made especially for him. He’d made them. He could trust them, love them, and they would always be there. They wanted him, were loyal to only him. They didn’t see his scars. They just saw him and desired him.
William sat up as they all panted, feeling dazed. He boldly reached over and grabbed Castor, pulling him into a hard kiss. Then he pulled away only to jerk Pollux into the same searing kiss. It had been a test of sorts and both gargoyles passed with flying colors. They responded to his touch without hesitation. In fact, they came eagerly, their hands roaming over his body, their wings suddenly draping over him, enclosing him in a physical expression of their love.
Tears pricked at his eyes as he lowered his head, focusing on his breathing, trying to control his emotions.
“William?” Castor said, concern obvious in his tone. “Our love, are you all right?”
Our love.
“Do not tell me you regret,” Pollux said, anger and fear mixed in his words.
“No!” William shook his head sharply. “No, I don’t regret. I’ll never regret.”
“Then why do you avert your gaze?” Castor asked as he gently cupped William’s chin and lifted his face.
William realized then he was crying and they would both see it. He jerked away from Castor’s touch, embarrassed, and wiped his eyes roughly.
“I’m sorry, I—”
Castor straddled his lap and hugged him with both arms and wings. Pollux moved around to press against William’s back, wrapping his arms and wings around both of them. Enclosed in a cocoon of muscle and warmth, William cried, his face pressed against Castor’s chest. The gargoyles held him, protecting him as was their nature.
And he loved them for it.
When he gained control over himself, he wrapped one arm around Castor’s slim waist and grabbed Pollux’s hand with the other.
“Thank you,” he said roughly. “I don’t know if I will ever fully remember my life before, but know that I… I do love you now. In this life.”
Castor made that sweet cooing noise again and nuzzled his neck. Pollux kissed the top of his head even as William felt the aggressive gargoyle shiver and press tighter against him.
Then he spoiled
the moment by yawning.
Castor and Pollux both chuckled as they unwrapped their wings and leaned back.
“You need to rest,” Castor said, an indulgent smile on his face.
“But—” William grabbed one of each of their arms. “What if I wake up to find this all a dream?”
“It is not a dream,” Pollux said firmly. “You will rest and we will fly and stretch our wings. We shall sleep when dawn comes. Then we will see you tomorrow night.”
William swallowed hard but let them go. He started to stand but his struggle was cut short as each gargoyle simply grabbed his arms and lifted him to his feet. Castor grabbed William’s clothing and helped him dress. William stole another kiss and Castor giggled. Who knew gargoyles could giggle? Once he was fully clothed, Pollux lifted William off his feet. He was too overwhelmed to protest. With only a moment to realize Pollux’s intent, William was suddenly in the air, held securely in the gargoyle’s arms. He gasped and gripped Pollux tightly around the neck. Castor flew beside them, the tip of his wing touching his brother’s.
“Where is your home?” Pollux asked
Daring to look down, William pointed. He was glad it was night and everyone was asleep in their beds. He suspected the past would repeat itself if the truth of Pollux and Castor was revealed. The villagers were kind and humble but they also lived in the Black Forest and held onto old superstitions and folklore. He wouldn’t risk his gargoyles. Not for the world.
They landed in front of his house. Pollux set him down, and William unlocked the door. He was the only one in the village who actually locked his door. It was the American soldier in him, he supposed. The gargoyles followed him to his bedroom and he undressed as they watched. He blushed but it would be foolish to remain shy with them.
Once he stood naked before them, Pollux gave him a brutal kiss that left his lips throbbing. Castor then took his turn at kissing him. His kiss was gentle and soothing. Wilhelm had certainly given them different personalities, and William found their temperaments charming. Castor was the last to leave, and he flashed William a smile before shutting the door.
