Healing Dance

by Samantha Cayto

  “I thought this part of me might be dead for good.” He flicked his gaze up. “You’ve done this to me.”

  “I’ll do more, if you’ll allow it.”

  “Whatever you want, Ric.” He didn’t use the man’s name very often. It was hard to get past the ingrained fear of being overly familiar. It felt right and proper at the moment, however, and it seemed to please his man. Yes, his man. “I trust you.”

  “That’s good, because I’m mad for a taste.”

  “A taste? Oh,” Dafydd nearly jumped out of his skin as Ric bent down to lap at the head of his cock.

  This was new, to be on the receiving end of a blow job. Knowing that it could be used as a way to punish and dominate, he forced himself to lie still. He would take whatever Ric was willing to give…and gladly. Ric twisted around, tugging the pants down Dafydd’s legs while stealing licks along the exposed shaft. Ric only let go to wrestle the jeans entirely off, then he returned to straddle Dafydd’s legs. With his arms and legs loosely caging Dafydd, Ric feasted on the dick in earnest. He licked a stripe from root to tip and swirled his tongue around before retracing his steps.

  Dafydd sank farther into his pillows and the bedding, his muscles going lax while his brain struggled to accept all the amazing sensations. Ric assaulted every bit of Dafydd’s dick then balls, briefly sucking the tight sac into his mouth before releasing it again. That would have been a crying shame if the man hadn’t made up for it by taking in Dafydd’s cock instead. He gasped as his shaft got swallowed down, then sighed on a silent ‘oh’. There was no mystery why men liked this kind of thing, none at all. Dafydd could easily imagine leaving his dick encased in the velvety warmth for hours on end.

  Ric didn’t merely hold it. Using his throat muscles and tongue, he lavished it with attention. Soon, he had Dafydd moaning and writhing. The sensations were intense. He felt the old and almost forgotten awareness of an orgasm building. Like in his youth, it was a quick and determined event. He clenched the covers and bucked his hips in anticipation of coming, then Ric thwarted him. Pulling back so that only half of Dafydd’s dick remained in his mouth, Ric grabbed the base of the shaft and squeezed, not hard enough to hurt, but sufficient to stop the climax.

  “No!” Frustrated, Dafydd pounded his fists on the bed like Idris having a temper-tantrum.

  Ric merely chuckled, the vibration shooting up Dafydd’s dick. He let go entirely, lightly grazing his front teeth across the head. The sting was surprisingly erotic. There was no time to ponder that new information, however. Ric recaptured his attention by lapping up Dafydd’s abdomen, then stomach, until finally reaching his pecs. Now it was Dafydd’s nipples getting all the attention with flicks of Ric’s tongue. While he did that, the man stroked Dafydd’s cock slowly, keeping him on edge, yet any time Dafydd’s movements became too animated, Ric would strangle the orgasm once again.

  “Is this your idea of torture, mun?”

  “Hmm,” was all Ric said.

  He sucked in a nipple and proved that there were more ways to please a man than Dafydd had ever realized. He worked on both for long minutes until Dafydd was incoherent with need.

  “Please,” he begged, no longer caring that he was demanding to be breached, a thing he’d thought he dreaded.

  “Anticipation is wonderful, isn’t it, baby?” Ric didn’t give him a chance to answer. Instead, he moved to take Dafydd’s lips in a long, deep kiss that robbed him of what breath he had left.

  He tried to lift his knees to expose his ass in a wordless invitation for Ric to plunder it, but the man had him hemmed in. There was no way to get past the larger body straddling him. He raised his hands and, slithering them between their bodies, shoved against Ric’s chest.

  Ric broke the kiss immediately and sat back on his haunches. “Are you all right? Is it too much?”

  Dafydd wanted to erase the concern from his man’s face. “No. It’s not enough. Come on. Give me what we both want.”

  “You’re sure?”

  By way of answer, Dafydd groaned out his frustration.

  “Okay. I get the message,” Ric said with a grin. “Wait here.”

  He sprang from the bed and went to the dresser. Dafydd took the opportunity to get into position—on his hands and knees. He knew they could do it face-to-face, yet this first time, it might be easier this way. It gave him greater freedom and would be less intense, he thought, because he wouldn’t be staring at Ric and seeing his need written across his features.

  “Wrong way, Dafydd.”

  “Oh.” All right, then. If Ric wanted him on his back, he could handle that. He had to or their life wouldn’t move forward.

  But when he turned around to lie down again, Ric shook his head. “That’s my spot.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “I want to feel your cock in my ass, Dafydd.” He held up the tube he’d retrieved. “This will prep me. I have condoms, too, although Harry insists we can’t spread disease between us. If it will make you feel better, of course, I’ll get one.”

  Dafydd shook his head, still trying to make sense of what he was hearing. “No, it’s fine. He’s right. I don’t understand. You want me to top you?”

  “Sure.” Ric joined him on the bed and kissed him again. “I love doing it both ways, and I figured this first time, you’d enjoy topping more…unless it really bothers you?”

  Dafydd frowned. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve never thought about it, to be honest.” In all the times during adolescence when he’d dared to dream of being with a man, he’d always been on the receiving end. The idea of taking the lead and claiming one of those big, strong warriors had seemed ludicrous.

  “What if I hurt you?” He knew what it felt like to be forced, stretched and ripped. He would rather die than do that to Ric.

  “You won’t. I promise. Because you’ll help me get ready to take you, and we won’t progress until I say so. That’s how it’s supposed to work, baby.”

  Dafydd took the lube from him. “With this, then?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you’ll teach me how?” Sadly, he had no personal experience in the matter. No one had ever bothered to prepare him.

  “Absolutely.” Ric nudged him over so that he had room to lie down. Then he spread his legs and raised his knees until his feet were flat on the bed. “I’m going to play with myself while you prep my hole.”

  So saying, Ric palmed his dick and stroked it with slow, even movements. He nodded at the lube. “Put a dollop of that on two fingers. I’m pretty experienced and we don’t have to do too much. When and if you feel up to being on the receiving end, believe me, we’ll take a lot more time.”

  Dafydd grimaced. “I’m more experienced than you are.” He squeezed some of the slick onto his fore and middle fingers.

  “No, baby, you’re not in the way that counts. I won’t ever forget that.” He lifted his hips, exposing his hole.

  Dafydd was fascinated to see it. This wasn’t like the times he’d tended to the hurts of Brenin or others, where he’d tried to avoid looking too closely at their ravaged flesh. Ric’s puckered ring was slightly darker than the rest of his skin, but it was otherwise unmarred. He swore it winked in invitation.

  “Come on, Dafydd. Don’t make me wait.”

  Determined to get this right, he pushed against the underside of one thigh to raise Ric more. Then he swirled his lubed fingers around the man’s hole. Ric moaned immediately and closed his eyes. Encouraged, Dafydd kept circling it until the ring felt softer and more pliable. Despite what Ric had said, he dared to only slip one finger past the muscles. Satiny tightness greeted him. He thrust gently at first, then faster and deeper.

  “Yes, like that. Harder. Put the other one in. Please.” Ric groaned and flexed his hips.

  Emboldened with his obvious success, Dafydd did as his lover demanded. He hadn’t expected to play this role, but he delighted in the way he made Ric squirm and moan. The man had promised to show him how to give pleasure, yet nothing
could have prepared Dafydd for the immense satisfaction and feeling of power that came from it.

  “Crook your fingers,” Ric gasped, rolling up his hips to expose himself even more.

  When Dafydd did, he felt the rough walnut-sized spot and understood what it was. He still wasn’t expecting Ric to yell. He stopped immediately, not sure if it was from pain or pleasure.

  “Don’t. Stop. Shit, do stop. Take out your fingers and shove your cock in. Now, Dafydd!”

  He’s desperate for it.

  He couldn’t keep the wide grin off his face as he did as he’d been told. Knee-walking between those spread thighs, he grabbed his cock and tugged it a little before lining it up against Ric’s hole.

  Be bold, mun.

  He took a deep breath and slid the shaft in balls-deep with one long thrust. His climax burst out of him before he could stop it. Ric yelled once more, and clamped down on Dafydd’s shaft with a quick, hard clench that jolted them both. Now they both cried out and shuddered into each other where their bodies joined. Dafydd slammed his eyes closed, relying on his other senses to retain the connection with Ric, although they had dimmed with the intensity of his orgasm.

  He tried to hold himself in place, failed and pitched forward right into Ric’s waiting arms.

  Chapter Fifteen

  It didn’t bother Ric that he’d come immediately like an untried seventeen-year-old. Dafydd lay sprawled on top of him, cuddling and murmuring with contentment. That was all that mattered. His lover had found his pleasure and that act alone had sent an already-crazed Ric over the edge. He was grateful, even, that Dafydd had caused the abrupt climax, because up until that moment, Ric had feared he’d lose control first and spoil what amounted to Dafydd’s first sexual experience. Simultaneous orgasm, no matter how quick, was surely a good omen of their compatibility.

  I did this. Is it possible to be too happy?

  Now, he was looking for trouble. He needed to stay in the moment, appreciate how far Dafydd had come. And it wasn’t only Ric who could claim success. If not for Dafydd’s determination to overcome his brutal past, they wouldn’t be there. They wouldn’t be anywhere. The Welshman had shown tremendous courage. It was awe-inspiring.

  He ran his hand down Dafydd’s head, feathering the silky strands through his fingers. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen and I love you more than I can say. You don’t have to say anything back,” he added quickly. “I just needed to reiterate my feelings after what we’ve shared.”

  Dafydd snuggled closer, even though there wasn’t an inch of space between them. “I like hearing those words, especially after what we did tonight.” He paused. “I can’t tell you how I feel beyond happy and appreciated and…hopeful. You’ve given them all to me, Ric.”

  “Those are excellent starts, as far as I’m concerned.”

  Dafydd pushed away a little to look at him. “I can’t imagine my life without you, and for sure, I want you here with me and Idris—not only as a visitor, but as my partner.” He put his head down again. “I’m not sure I know what love feels like, so I’m loathe to say the words. But if that’s not the right way to describe my feelings right now, well, then I don’t know how I could want you more.”

  “It’s okay,” Ric was quick to reassure. “So long as you want me in your life, there’s no need to put a label on it.”

  “That’s good, then. You’re very patient…and tight. God, mun, I couldn’t stop from coming to end my life!”

  Ric laughed. “That’s okay. We were both really primed.”

  “And whose fault was that?” Dafydd rose once more to frown at him. “Can we do it again?”

  Ric’s dick and hole both twitched at the idea. “Absolutely. Give me about twenty minutes. I’m not as young as I used to be.”

  “You’re an infant compared to me,” Dafydd reminded him, which only led to an awkward silence because of why that was so. “It’s not all bad, you know, what his blood did to me,” he offered. “Only, now that I’m not drinking any, Harry thinks I’ll age naturally.”

  Ric had supposed that, yet felt lighter hearing Dafydd confirm it. “Does that bother you? I only ask because it’s nice to know we’ll grow old together. It would be very human of us.”

  Dafydd smiled. “It would, wouldn’t it?” His expression turned a bit coquettish. “Is it all right for me to top or do you want to switch?”

  Ric noted the uncertainty in his lover’s eyes. “Whatever you want, baby. I’m yours any way you’ll have me. There’s no hurry or pressure to do anything else.”

  “Good, except I don’t want you to think I’m a selfish boy.”

  Ric didn’t understand what he meant until Dafydd slithered down and latched on to a nipple. Then Ric didn’t think at all.

  * * * *

  Ric woke the next morning, sore and groggy from sleeping little and late. The sliver of bright light through the seam in the curtains told him it was well into the morning. He sat, stretched and stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom. Dafydd was nowhere to be seen, although that didn’t worry him. He assumed he was with Idris and that they were both either with Lucien or still in the kitchen to give Ric a chance to lie in.

  A quick shower later, he went to find them, and when they weren’t on the upper floor, he headed to the kitchen. The sight of the two of them hanging at the family table with Val and some of the boys made him stop in his tracks. He had to simply look. It was all perfectly ordinary, and yet for him, it was a minor miracle. A fierce protective feeling welled up inside him. He knew in that moment he would kill to keep them safe.

  Dafydd laughed at something, another amazing event, and gave Idris more food on his highchair tray. But when Dafydd glanced over and saw Ric, his broad smile was the best thing that had ever happened to Ric. It told him he was welcome, and more, wanted. It might be too soon for Dafydd to use the word ‘love’, but as Dafydd had said himself, the feelings were there regardless. Ric hurried to join them.

  “Good morning.” He chanced a quick kiss and was delighted when Dafydd made him linger.

  “The food’s a bit cold,” Dafydd said with a cock of his head at the spread.

  “I don’t care in the least.” Leaning in, he whispered, “How do you feel?”

  “Brilliant. You?”

  “Well fucked.”

  Across the table, Mackie giggled.

  “That’s another stroke of the cane for tonight, boy,” Val intoned beside him.

  Mackie huffed at his husband. “For what?”

  “Eavesdropping.”

  “I was not! It’s not my fault you gave me superhero hearing. It’s like he’s shouting.”

  “Hive members learn to mind their own business and give others privacy, regardless of what they actually see, hear or smell. You need to learn that lesson, along with a few others.”

  Mackie crossed his arms. “Huh, so you say.”

  “Yup. That’s what makes me the Master.”

  Ric might have been alarmed at his words causing Mackie pain, except there was a wicked gleam in boy’s eyes that reassured him those lessons were enjoyed by both of them.

  “Well, this isn’t a hive,” Mackie tossed back, apparently willing to risk another stroke.

  Val sipped at his coffee before saying, “Close enough.”

  He’s right, Ric thought as he went to fix a plate for himself. Being with these men and their boys was like living in a family, albeit a weird one. As he sat to join them, he felt welcomed and included. In only a few short months, his life had changed radically—and for the better. With most of his biological family scattered back in South America, it was nice to have a strong bond with people here in his adopted home, even if many of them were from another world.

  When Ric was done eating and enjoying his own coffee, Dafydd leaned in, a bit of worry in his eyes. “Can I ask a favor?”

  Somewhat alarmed, Ric shot back, “Anything, baby. What do you need?”

  Dafydd gestured with his head and stood. “Will you w
atch Idris for me, Mackie? I want to talk to Ric outside of the range of your big ears.” He threw in a grin to show he was teasing. That he felt comfortable both asking for help and poking at Mackie’s sensitive hearing were two more signs that he was improving rapidly.

  Mackie took the ribbing good-naturedly by rolling his eyes. “Sure. Go ahead and spoil my fun.”

  Ric followed Dafydd to the far end of the room where the kitchen staff were both making noise and too far away to hear the conversation. “Is something wrong?”

  “No.” Dafydd put doubt in his answer by twisting his fingers together and looking at the floor. “It’s only that there’s something I want to do—must do, in order to move past everything.”

  Putting his hands on Dafydd’s shoulders, Ric said, “Tell me. I’ll help you however you need me to.”

  Dafydd peeked up at him. “I want to go see Petru—now, this morning.”

  Ric almost recoiled at the unexpected request. “Why?”

  “I need to stare down the monster, to know that I can.” His shoulders slumped. “I know it’s nothing like facing Dracul, but it’s a start. If I don’t, I worry that it will all haunt me for the rest of my life. I can still see them in my mind’s eye as they were when I was helpless. Confronting Petru when he’s without power will hopefully give me some of my own back.”

  Ric considered the rationale and it did have merit, psychologically speaking. “Okay, although I don’t want you facing him alone. I’m going with you.”

  Dafydd smiled. “I was hoping you would. Will you also come with me when I ask Alex?”

  “Of course, baby. I think we should start with Val, though. He’s in charge of security. Perhaps his permission and help are all we need. Come on.”

  He took Dafydd by the hand and returned to the table to stand behind Val. He cleared his throat, and the man looked at them.

  When Dafydd remained silent, Ric spoke up for the both of them. “Val, Dafydd would like to go see Petru.”