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Lost and Found
Venkata offers up proof that he's a devil... and tries to convince Cameron that he's an angel.
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Title: To Dance With the Devil
Author: MakaiKitty
Rating: NC-17
Category: Original Fantasy, "Above and Below” series
Pairing: Venkata/Cameron
Warnings: Slash, M/M, Anal, Angel/Devil sex, Mention of past child abuse
Distribution: My website, My LJ and any LJs I choose to post at, AFF.net, and FicWad. All of my accounts are under the user name MakaiKitty. If you'd like to use it just let me know.
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Status: Complete/One-Shot
To Dance With the Devil
Chapter Five: Lost and Found
“This isn’t how I planned any of this, you know,” Venkata slid his shirt over his broad shoulders, revealing an expanse of pale brown skin that made Cameron’s body ache for him despite the situation. His black eyes never left Cameron’s pale blue ones. And, even though Cameron knew that he should have made a run for it the moment that the other man had started talking about angels and devils, he couldn’t find it in himself to look away. “I broke the rules to come here. When the Seers said that they had found my other half I didn’t care so much about the union between Above and Below as I did about meeting you. I had to see who the Powers had chosen for me.”
That was, Cameron knew, the real reason that he was having trouble believing Venkata. For some odd reason he wanted to believe that the man was telling him the truth about Above and Below, about angels and devils, and all of the Powers and Seers that he was going on about. Even the fact that he himself was an angel was almost believable. Whatever he was, Cameron was far from normal, he knew that. Why couldn’t he be an angel, if they weren’t the pure and holy things that he had been taught that they were? It would be as good an explanation as any. But what he absolutely could not believe, under any circumstances, was that he was meant to be the soul mate of anyone. Especially someone like Venkata. It just wasn’t possible.
“I had intended to woo you, to treat you right, to be better than the humans that you were used to. I’d watched you for a while, so I knew what not to do, and I wanted to court you properly. To show you that you were more than a body to be used and discarded,” he bent to remove his shoes, never releasing Cameron’s gaze, somehow knowing that this was the part of his story that the other man would have the hardest time accepting. But he needed him to know that, whatever he believed, this was where the most truth was contained. “But then I stood beside you for the first time, saw those eyes looking back at me, and I couldn’t help myself.”
“I didn’t mind,” and Cameron hadn’t. He didn’t still. In fact, he would like nothing more than to be pinned beneath the other man, letting his body be used, taking pleasure as he gave it. It would have been so much easier than the current conversation.
“I know,” Venkata answered with a knowing look, grinning lasciviously as he went for his belt, drawing it from the loops of his pants with deliberate slowness. “And that’s why I was lost. But, what is it that Blake said: Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained? What I feel for you is anything but weak, I promise you.”
And then Venkata was bared before Cameron in all of his glory. He was stunning, as always, but Cameron saw nothing different than any other time that he had seen the man nude. Venkata had the same pale brown skin covering a body made of grace and strength. Broad shoulders, tapered waist, a dancer’s legs made up of lean muscle and flawless flesh. The same hair, as black as pitch and flowing like liquid silk, fell in thick waves to rest on his shoulders. The same thick cock that Cameron had become so intimately acquainted with over recent weeks, already partially hard as he stood confidently before Cameron’s appraising eyes, rested proudly in a nest of midnight curls, making Cameron’s mouth all but water. As a whole, it was a sight that Cameron enjoyed greatly, but he did not see how the man’s nude body showed him the proof that he was a devil from Below.
Then the air around Venkata seemed to shimmer. Cameron blinked his eyes a few times, wondering if he had been staring too hard at the sight of his lover’s nude form, and when his eyes refocused the world was suddenly not as it should be. Where once a human man had stood, now there was something else, something more/. Venkata’s face was the same, yet it wasn’t. There was something alien about the familiar features, everything sharper and more predatory, and where there had once been a high and unmarred forehead there were now a pair of small dark red horns sticking an inch out from either side. Upon Venkata’s back, rising up behind him to cast the room into shadow, were a pair of thick, leathery wings, the flesh shading from the pale brown of the majority of his skin into a deep red to match the horns upon his forehead. Flicking behind him Cameron caught sight of a spaded tail, as thick as a man’s wrist at the top and tapering down to thin out before the point, also colored a deep crimson shade. And, perhaps most shocking of all for never having been noticed before, Venkata held Cameron’s gaze and flicked out his tongue to lick smiling lips. With a /forked tongue.
“Do you believe me now?” Venkata took a cautious step forward, afraid of spooking his already rattled lover, to run the pads of his fingers along the side of Cameron’s face, grateful when the other man did not flinch at his touch.
“Yes.” How could he not? At least, as far as Venkata himself being a devil was concerned. The proof was impossible to ignore. As for the rest of his story, Cameron was still uncertain. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to believe, it really wasn’t, it was simply a little hard to take it all in at once.
“Are you scared?”
“No,” and, again, it was the truth. Venkata was Venkata, that had not changed, he just looked a little different now that he wasn’t hiding his true form. In fact, Cameron actually found himself aroused by the dangerous, animal air that the other man had taken on. He had always looked exotic, but now he had an alien, other-worldly quality to him that no other man that he had ever seen had possessed.
Venkata saw the honest, appraising look in Cameron’s eyes, utterly unafraid and unwilling to judge, and his heart rejoiced. He’d feared that Cameron would not take his revelations very well. It seemed, however, that he had underestimated the angel before him. He did not know what he would have done if Cameron had rejected him.
It did not occur to Cameron to pull back from the touch to his cheek, or when Venkata moved closer to him, bringing their faces close before the larger man closed his lips over his own. It did not even occur to him to shy away when that forked tongue slid between his lips to tease at his own. All that he could do was what he had always done when Venkata kissed him. He lost himself to the pleasure and pulled the other man closer, drowning in sensation, moaning into the kiss.
Then, as suddenly as he’d acquiesced, Cameron struggled for control, placing a hand between their bodies to push wordlessly at Venkata’s larger frame. He regretted for a moment the look of pained confusion on Venkata’s face, afraid that he had unintentionally hurt the other man, or devil’s, feelings. But a thought had suddenly occurred to him, and even his desire for Venkata was not enough to still his mind now that it had awakened to the possibilities.
“Wait,” he did not pull back more than enough to speak, wanting to lessen the sting of his refusal, needing Venkata to know that it was only to ask a question that he had pulled away, “If you’re a devil and I’m an angel, then shouldn’t we be enemies? How could I be your other half?”
“We don’t fight much, as a rule,” Venkata said as though it were the simplest answer in the world, one eloquently raised eyebrow saying more clearly than words that he shouldn’t have asked. “Most of those stories are human tales. We mess with humans more than we do with each other, in fact. It’s our favorite sport. We used to play with the humans together, even, but things have been a little strained between us lately. A series of bad decisions and unfortunate turns of Fate changing what was once a wonderfully friendly coexistence. That’s why the Powers are trying to join the two worlds together, through unions like ours, because they don’t want things to ever get as bad as the stories say that they are. A real war between Above and Below wouldn’t be good for anyone.”
Now Cameron was scared. Not only was he supposed to be an angel worthy of having Venkata as his soul mate, but together they needed to bring peace to two opposing factions of an unseen daemon world? He couldn’t see how he was supposed to manage that feat when he couldn’t even keep his own life in order most of the time!
“Yes, but-“ A demanding mouth against his own silenced Cameron, stilling his tongue and giving it something else to do. Venkata thought that there had been enough talk for one night. Either Cameron would accept what he had been told or he wouldn’t but, no matter what, it would not be easy. And it would not be quick. He’d known that since the day that he’d gotten it into his mind to disobey the Elders and go to the surface world to find his soul mate. So, Venkata took it upon himself to silence the other man’s thoughts for a little while, if for no other reason than to give him time to sort things out. It was the least that the devil could do for his lover.
Once Venkata really began to kiss him, putting his whole behind the actions of his lips and tongue, Cameron suddenly couldn’t remember what he had planned on saying. And he didn’t care. Whatever it was, he was certain that it couldn’t have been more important than the heat that was currently burning through his veins like a wildfire. There would be time enough to worry about angels, and soul mates, and war some other time. Some time when he didn’t have a beautiful, and obviously horny, devil pressing him into the soft cushions of his couch.
Cameron obediently arched his back and turned his head to the side when Venkata moved from his lips to his neck, moaning when his lover laved the sensitive flesh with the flat of his forked tongue. It occurred to Cameron that it should have felt weird, the two tips of Venkata’s tongue tracing separate patterns across his skin, but instead it drove him wild. He’d never felt anything like it before in his life. He hardened instantly within the confines of his pants, moving a hand to grasp at the soft strands of Venkata’s dark hair, the small part of his mind that was still working properly trying to figure out what it would feel like to have that same exotic muscle wrapped around his cock.
The hands pushing at his shirt while simultaneously pulling at the button of his jeans told Cameron more clearly than words, his mouth otherwise occupied with more entertaining pursuits, that Venkata found Cameron overdressed. It was something that Cameron completely agreed with him on. Man or devil, Cameron still wanted Venkata as much as the night they had first met. If not more. The wings and the revelations could not change that.
In record time Cameron was naked, pale body pressed once again against Venkata’s darker one, hands roaming over a flesh that was at once both familiar and alien. He held tightly to the base of one wing when Venkata bit his nipple, startled when Venkata moaned and pressed back into the touch, and he silently reminded himself to remember just how sensitive the devil seemed to be in that particular area. Then Venkata switched to the other nipple, teasing the small nub with the tips of his tongue, and Cameron promptly forgot what he had been trying to think about.
Venkata was in heaven. Not the Above that he was familiar with, not the realm of angels with tarnished halos, but the realm beyond where everything was perfect bliss. His lover showed not an ounce of trepidation towards his newly revealed true self, and the feeling of those small hands touching one of his most erogenous zones caused wave after wave of pleasure to course through him. Any lingering fears that he had held of rejection fled in the face of such acceptance, and Venkata worked hard at pleasing his lover, wanting to prove to the human-come-angel that he had not made the wrong choice. Venkata was certain now that if he could still win over the man’s body, his heart might not be far behind, for Cameron was nothing if not a creature controlled by his passions.
Cameron reclined back into the plush comfort of the couch cushions as Venkata moved steadily down his body, all but purring with contentment as those sinfully talented lips slid across his stomach, sharp teeth leaving the lingering sting of love-bites in their wake. Hands that were not willing to be idle stayed to toy with nipples now plump from recent attention, and it was all that Cameron could do to hold himself still as fingers teased and tormented, his own hands holding tight to the cushion above his head. He had never known such an attentive lover before in his life, and Cameron thought that if one among them was an angel, it must surely be the man who was slowly kissing his way down towards the straining erection between his legs. He was used to being the one to please his lover, or of quick trysts that ended before they’d ever really begun, so to be lavished with such attention was the ultimate indulgence for Cameron. And, if the same man who teased him with tender torture also wanted to look upon him kindly and call him his soul mate, then Cameron was willing to indulge them both for the night. He didn’t expect it to last, he liked Venkata far too much and Fate cared for him far too little for that to ever happen, but for the night he decided to be Venkata’s angel. It was the least he could do in exchange for the pleasure that he was being given.
“Venkata,” he had meant the name to be a moan of encouragement, a plea to continue, but then his foggy mind caught up to his mouth and it became more of a question. He still had function enough to count, and what he was feeling did not add up. Two hands teased his nipples while a mouth suckled at his navel, the sensation as tickling as it was sensual. But that was not the extent of the attention that Cameron was being gifted with. He also felt feather light touches smoothing across his balls, rising every so often to scrape at the base of his erection, raking sensitive skin and awakening nerves, causing his body to arch a writhe. However, pleasure or no, two plus one plus one did not add up. “How?”
Venkata rose his head slowly, a wicked smile on his face as he pushed his body up with an arm on either side of Cameron’s head, lifting himself just enough so that Cameron could look down the length of their bodies. He’d wanted to show Cameron that there was more to this devil than any mere human ever could have offered him, and at the slight widening of his lover’s pale blue eyes, he knew that he had succeeded. He let the spaded tip of his tail move a little lower, flicking it a time or two across the puckered opening that he longed to plunge himself into, his smile growing even wider as his little lover let out a strangled squeak of surprise.
“Will I get a tail too?”
The comment wasn’t what he had been expecting, and hands and tail both stilled as Venkata blinked at Cameron, momentarily shocked into inaction. Then he threw back his head and laughed, long and loud. His soul mate, in his opinion, was absolutely perfect.
“No,” he tried hard to get his amusement under control. He thought that it wouldn’t do much for the mood to laugh at his naked lover. Not only was it not that funny but, as a man, he knew that it wouldn’t have made him very happy. “But don’t worry about it. I’ll lend you mine any time that you want.”
Of that, Cameron had no doubt. And he could see some distinct possibilities in the offer, a thought that brought his own answering smile in the face of Venkata’s smirk of satisfaction. “What a generous offer.”
“You’re welcome,” Venkata was tired of words, and he decided to reign in the conversation before it went any further. He had already promised himself that there would be time enough for talk later. At that moment, in that situation, he had better things to do with his mouth. He kissed Cameron with bruising force, putting all of his passion behind the gesture, and waited until he felt the upturned lips begin to respond. This time he wrapped his arms around his lover, holding him close, while his tail went back to teasing at his lover’s puckered hole. He heard no arguments.
Cameron didn’t know where Venkata had gotten the lube from, nor did he care. All that he cared about in that moment was the thick fingers pushing into him, the hot mouth eating hungrily at his own, the spicy taste of his lover as they devoured each other, and the strangely extrinsic touch of a tail wrapped around the base of his weeping arousal. Tail and fingers found a rhythm, and it was all that he could do to hold on to Venkata’s shoulders as they alternated squeezing and thrusting. He would have felt guilty for not doing more to pleasure his lover, but for once he was content to let his partner do the majority of the work, especially considering that the repeated brushing of his prostate had left his mind feeling like a useless puddle of goo. He’d make it up to Venkata later.
The first thrust of Venkata’s cock into his tight channel was enough to tear a moan of pure bliss from Cameron, the pleasure-pain of being stretched to fullness almost sending him over the edge. It was with iron control that he held himself back, putting his own hand hard against his mouth and biting it to ground himself before he shamed himself. He screwed his eyes shut, the hand not stuffed in his mouth grasping at Venkata’s shoulder as the other man moved above him, thrusts slow and even despite the labored breathing that spoke of the danger that they were both in of losing control.
“No,” Venkata panted, a growl coming fast on the heels of a sharp intake of breath, “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me.”
Cameron was helpless to look away, but he wished that he could when he was captured and held by the most intense black eyes that he had ever seen. They stared at him, unblinking and unwavering, as deep as the darkness of a midnight sky and every bit as constant. They spoke of want and need, of desire and possession, of pain and peace. And of truth. They spoke of the future and of promises that Cameron was terrified of hearing voiced. Venkata seemed to see right down to his core, to reflect back at him things that he had tried so hard to hide over the years, and that scared Cameron more than anything that he had ever known.
Tears came unbidden, silent save for a single shuddering breath, and Cameron turned his head to the side to burry his face in a cushion rather than look into those knowing eyes. He didn’t want to know what they saw within him, didn’t know how Venkata would react to what he must have already seen, but he didn’t want them to see any more. All he wanted was to be lost in sensation, to let his body speak for a heart too wounded to find a voice, but Venkata was having none of it. Fingers griped firmly at his jaw, gently turning Cameron’s face back up towards that of his dark lover, the voice of the devil every bit as commanding as his hand.
“Don’t hide from me,” his body did not stop moving within Cameron’s, and every thrust of Venkata’s pulsing heat seared Cameron from the inside out, marking him for all time. “Never hide from me. I want all of you, your tears and your pain, your joy and your pleasure, just as you are… my tainted angel.”
It was all too much for Cameron, and with a scream that was pain, pleasure, frustration and release all in one, he came in a blinding haze that left him blind to the world. He thought that he felt his lover finish within him. He thought that he felt soft lips brushing away his tears, taking them with reverence upon a forked tongue before leaving gentle kisses in their wake. He thought that he could feel strong arms raising him up off of the couch and carrying him further into the apartment. He thought that, for just an instant, he felt safe and cared for as he was engulfed in a warm embrace, a soft voice telling him that it was time to rest, that everything would be different in the morning. But it was just an instant, and then the darkness claimed him, and he knew nothing else.
TBC ...
Author: MakaiKitty
Rating: NC-17
Category: Original Fantasy, "Above and Below” series
Pairing: Venkata/Cameron
Warnings: Slash, M/M, Anal, Angel/Devil sex, Mention of past child abuse
Distribution: My website, My LJ and any LJs I choose to post at, AFF.net, and FicWad. All of my accounts are under the user name MakaiKitty. If you'd like to use it just let me know.
Disclaimer: The characters, daemon realms, and situations in this story are all original and belong solely to MakaiKitty. Please don't steal, borrow, take, or otherwise use anything from my fics.
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Status: Complete/One-Shot
To Dance With the Devil
Chapter Five: Lost and Found
“This isn’t how I planned any of this, you know,” Venkata slid his shirt over his broad shoulders, revealing an expanse of pale brown skin that made Cameron’s body ache for him despite the situation. His black eyes never left Cameron’s pale blue ones. And, even though Cameron knew that he should have made a run for it the moment that the other man had started talking about angels and devils, he couldn’t find it in himself to look away. “I broke the rules to come here. When the Seers said that they had found my other half I didn’t care so much about the union between Above and Below as I did about meeting you. I had to see who the Powers had chosen for me.”
That was, Cameron knew, the real reason that he was having trouble believing Venkata. For some odd reason he wanted to believe that the man was telling him the truth about Above and Below, about angels and devils, and all of the Powers and Seers that he was going on about. Even the fact that he himself was an angel was almost believable. Whatever he was, Cameron was far from normal, he knew that. Why couldn’t he be an angel, if they weren’t the pure and holy things that he had been taught that they were? It would be as good an explanation as any. But what he absolutely could not believe, under any circumstances, was that he was meant to be the soul mate of anyone. Especially someone like Venkata. It just wasn’t possible.
“I had intended to woo you, to treat you right, to be better than the humans that you were used to. I’d watched you for a while, so I knew what not to do, and I wanted to court you properly. To show you that you were more than a body to be used and discarded,” he bent to remove his shoes, never releasing Cameron’s gaze, somehow knowing that this was the part of his story that the other man would have the hardest time accepting. But he needed him to know that, whatever he believed, this was where the most truth was contained. “But then I stood beside you for the first time, saw those eyes looking back at me, and I couldn’t help myself.”
“I didn’t mind,” and Cameron hadn’t. He didn’t still. In fact, he would like nothing more than to be pinned beneath the other man, letting his body be used, taking pleasure as he gave it. It would have been so much easier than the current conversation.
“I know,” Venkata answered with a knowing look, grinning lasciviously as he went for his belt, drawing it from the loops of his pants with deliberate slowness. “And that’s why I was lost. But, what is it that Blake said: Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained? What I feel for you is anything but weak, I promise you.”
And then Venkata was bared before Cameron in all of his glory. He was stunning, as always, but Cameron saw nothing different than any other time that he had seen the man nude. Venkata had the same pale brown skin covering a body made of grace and strength. Broad shoulders, tapered waist, a dancer’s legs made up of lean muscle and flawless flesh. The same hair, as black as pitch and flowing like liquid silk, fell in thick waves to rest on his shoulders. The same thick cock that Cameron had become so intimately acquainted with over recent weeks, already partially hard as he stood confidently before Cameron’s appraising eyes, rested proudly in a nest of midnight curls, making Cameron’s mouth all but water. As a whole, it was a sight that Cameron enjoyed greatly, but he did not see how the man’s nude body showed him the proof that he was a devil from Below.
Then the air around Venkata seemed to shimmer. Cameron blinked his eyes a few times, wondering if he had been staring too hard at the sight of his lover’s nude form, and when his eyes refocused the world was suddenly not as it should be. Where once a human man had stood, now there was something else, something more/. Venkata’s face was the same, yet it wasn’t. There was something alien about the familiar features, everything sharper and more predatory, and where there had once been a high and unmarred forehead there were now a pair of small dark red horns sticking an inch out from either side. Upon Venkata’s back, rising up behind him to cast the room into shadow, were a pair of thick, leathery wings, the flesh shading from the pale brown of the majority of his skin into a deep red to match the horns upon his forehead. Flicking behind him Cameron caught sight of a spaded tail, as thick as a man’s wrist at the top and tapering down to thin out before the point, also colored a deep crimson shade. And, perhaps most shocking of all for never having been noticed before, Venkata held Cameron’s gaze and flicked out his tongue to lick smiling lips. With a /forked tongue.
“Do you believe me now?” Venkata took a cautious step forward, afraid of spooking his already rattled lover, to run the pads of his fingers along the side of Cameron’s face, grateful when the other man did not flinch at his touch.
“Yes.” How could he not? At least, as far as Venkata himself being a devil was concerned. The proof was impossible to ignore. As for the rest of his story, Cameron was still uncertain. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to believe, it really wasn’t, it was simply a little hard to take it all in at once.
“Are you scared?”
“No,” and, again, it was the truth. Venkata was Venkata, that had not changed, he just looked a little different now that he wasn’t hiding his true form. In fact, Cameron actually found himself aroused by the dangerous, animal air that the other man had taken on. He had always looked exotic, but now he had an alien, other-worldly quality to him that no other man that he had ever seen had possessed.
Venkata saw the honest, appraising look in Cameron’s eyes, utterly unafraid and unwilling to judge, and his heart rejoiced. He’d feared that Cameron would not take his revelations very well. It seemed, however, that he had underestimated the angel before him. He did not know what he would have done if Cameron had rejected him.
It did not occur to Cameron to pull back from the touch to his cheek, or when Venkata moved closer to him, bringing their faces close before the larger man closed his lips over his own. It did not even occur to him to shy away when that forked tongue slid between his lips to tease at his own. All that he could do was what he had always done when Venkata kissed him. He lost himself to the pleasure and pulled the other man closer, drowning in sensation, moaning into the kiss.
Then, as suddenly as he’d acquiesced, Cameron struggled for control, placing a hand between their bodies to push wordlessly at Venkata’s larger frame. He regretted for a moment the look of pained confusion on Venkata’s face, afraid that he had unintentionally hurt the other man, or devil’s, feelings. But a thought had suddenly occurred to him, and even his desire for Venkata was not enough to still his mind now that it had awakened to the possibilities.
“Wait,” he did not pull back more than enough to speak, wanting to lessen the sting of his refusal, needing Venkata to know that it was only to ask a question that he had pulled away, “If you’re a devil and I’m an angel, then shouldn’t we be enemies? How could I be your other half?”
“We don’t fight much, as a rule,” Venkata said as though it were the simplest answer in the world, one eloquently raised eyebrow saying more clearly than words that he shouldn’t have asked. “Most of those stories are human tales. We mess with humans more than we do with each other, in fact. It’s our favorite sport. We used to play with the humans together, even, but things have been a little strained between us lately. A series of bad decisions and unfortunate turns of Fate changing what was once a wonderfully friendly coexistence. That’s why the Powers are trying to join the two worlds together, through unions like ours, because they don’t want things to ever get as bad as the stories say that they are. A real war between Above and Below wouldn’t be good for anyone.”
Now Cameron was scared. Not only was he supposed to be an angel worthy of having Venkata as his soul mate, but together they needed to bring peace to two opposing factions of an unseen daemon world? He couldn’t see how he was supposed to manage that feat when he couldn’t even keep his own life in order most of the time!
“Yes, but-“ A demanding mouth against his own silenced Cameron, stilling his tongue and giving it something else to do. Venkata thought that there had been enough talk for one night. Either Cameron would accept what he had been told or he wouldn’t but, no matter what, it would not be easy. And it would not be quick. He’d known that since the day that he’d gotten it into his mind to disobey the Elders and go to the surface world to find his soul mate. So, Venkata took it upon himself to silence the other man’s thoughts for a little while, if for no other reason than to give him time to sort things out. It was the least that the devil could do for his lover.
Once Venkata really began to kiss him, putting his whole behind the actions of his lips and tongue, Cameron suddenly couldn’t remember what he had planned on saying. And he didn’t care. Whatever it was, he was certain that it couldn’t have been more important than the heat that was currently burning through his veins like a wildfire. There would be time enough to worry about angels, and soul mates, and war some other time. Some time when he didn’t have a beautiful, and obviously horny, devil pressing him into the soft cushions of his couch.
Cameron obediently arched his back and turned his head to the side when Venkata moved from his lips to his neck, moaning when his lover laved the sensitive flesh with the flat of his forked tongue. It occurred to Cameron that it should have felt weird, the two tips of Venkata’s tongue tracing separate patterns across his skin, but instead it drove him wild. He’d never felt anything like it before in his life. He hardened instantly within the confines of his pants, moving a hand to grasp at the soft strands of Venkata’s dark hair, the small part of his mind that was still working properly trying to figure out what it would feel like to have that same exotic muscle wrapped around his cock.
The hands pushing at his shirt while simultaneously pulling at the button of his jeans told Cameron more clearly than words, his mouth otherwise occupied with more entertaining pursuits, that Venkata found Cameron overdressed. It was something that Cameron completely agreed with him on. Man or devil, Cameron still wanted Venkata as much as the night they had first met. If not more. The wings and the revelations could not change that.
In record time Cameron was naked, pale body pressed once again against Venkata’s darker one, hands roaming over a flesh that was at once both familiar and alien. He held tightly to the base of one wing when Venkata bit his nipple, startled when Venkata moaned and pressed back into the touch, and he silently reminded himself to remember just how sensitive the devil seemed to be in that particular area. Then Venkata switched to the other nipple, teasing the small nub with the tips of his tongue, and Cameron promptly forgot what he had been trying to think about.
Venkata was in heaven. Not the Above that he was familiar with, not the realm of angels with tarnished halos, but the realm beyond where everything was perfect bliss. His lover showed not an ounce of trepidation towards his newly revealed true self, and the feeling of those small hands touching one of his most erogenous zones caused wave after wave of pleasure to course through him. Any lingering fears that he had held of rejection fled in the face of such acceptance, and Venkata worked hard at pleasing his lover, wanting to prove to the human-come-angel that he had not made the wrong choice. Venkata was certain now that if he could still win over the man’s body, his heart might not be far behind, for Cameron was nothing if not a creature controlled by his passions.
Cameron reclined back into the plush comfort of the couch cushions as Venkata moved steadily down his body, all but purring with contentment as those sinfully talented lips slid across his stomach, sharp teeth leaving the lingering sting of love-bites in their wake. Hands that were not willing to be idle stayed to toy with nipples now plump from recent attention, and it was all that Cameron could do to hold himself still as fingers teased and tormented, his own hands holding tight to the cushion above his head. He had never known such an attentive lover before in his life, and Cameron thought that if one among them was an angel, it must surely be the man who was slowly kissing his way down towards the straining erection between his legs. He was used to being the one to please his lover, or of quick trysts that ended before they’d ever really begun, so to be lavished with such attention was the ultimate indulgence for Cameron. And, if the same man who teased him with tender torture also wanted to look upon him kindly and call him his soul mate, then Cameron was willing to indulge them both for the night. He didn’t expect it to last, he liked Venkata far too much and Fate cared for him far too little for that to ever happen, but for the night he decided to be Venkata’s angel. It was the least he could do in exchange for the pleasure that he was being given.
“Venkata,” he had meant the name to be a moan of encouragement, a plea to continue, but then his foggy mind caught up to his mouth and it became more of a question. He still had function enough to count, and what he was feeling did not add up. Two hands teased his nipples while a mouth suckled at his navel, the sensation as tickling as it was sensual. But that was not the extent of the attention that Cameron was being gifted with. He also felt feather light touches smoothing across his balls, rising every so often to scrape at the base of his erection, raking sensitive skin and awakening nerves, causing his body to arch a writhe. However, pleasure or no, two plus one plus one did not add up. “How?”
Venkata rose his head slowly, a wicked smile on his face as he pushed his body up with an arm on either side of Cameron’s head, lifting himself just enough so that Cameron could look down the length of their bodies. He’d wanted to show Cameron that there was more to this devil than any mere human ever could have offered him, and at the slight widening of his lover’s pale blue eyes, he knew that he had succeeded. He let the spaded tip of his tail move a little lower, flicking it a time or two across the puckered opening that he longed to plunge himself into, his smile growing even wider as his little lover let out a strangled squeak of surprise.
“Will I get a tail too?”
The comment wasn’t what he had been expecting, and hands and tail both stilled as Venkata blinked at Cameron, momentarily shocked into inaction. Then he threw back his head and laughed, long and loud. His soul mate, in his opinion, was absolutely perfect.
“No,” he tried hard to get his amusement under control. He thought that it wouldn’t do much for the mood to laugh at his naked lover. Not only was it not that funny but, as a man, he knew that it wouldn’t have made him very happy. “But don’t worry about it. I’ll lend you mine any time that you want.”
Of that, Cameron had no doubt. And he could see some distinct possibilities in the offer, a thought that brought his own answering smile in the face of Venkata’s smirk of satisfaction. “What a generous offer.”
“You’re welcome,” Venkata was tired of words, and he decided to reign in the conversation before it went any further. He had already promised himself that there would be time enough for talk later. At that moment, in that situation, he had better things to do with his mouth. He kissed Cameron with bruising force, putting all of his passion behind the gesture, and waited until he felt the upturned lips begin to respond. This time he wrapped his arms around his lover, holding him close, while his tail went back to teasing at his lover’s puckered hole. He heard no arguments.
Cameron didn’t know where Venkata had gotten the lube from, nor did he care. All that he cared about in that moment was the thick fingers pushing into him, the hot mouth eating hungrily at his own, the spicy taste of his lover as they devoured each other, and the strangely extrinsic touch of a tail wrapped around the base of his weeping arousal. Tail and fingers found a rhythm, and it was all that he could do to hold on to Venkata’s shoulders as they alternated squeezing and thrusting. He would have felt guilty for not doing more to pleasure his lover, but for once he was content to let his partner do the majority of the work, especially considering that the repeated brushing of his prostate had left his mind feeling like a useless puddle of goo. He’d make it up to Venkata later.
The first thrust of Venkata’s cock into his tight channel was enough to tear a moan of pure bliss from Cameron, the pleasure-pain of being stretched to fullness almost sending him over the edge. It was with iron control that he held himself back, putting his own hand hard against his mouth and biting it to ground himself before he shamed himself. He screwed his eyes shut, the hand not stuffed in his mouth grasping at Venkata’s shoulder as the other man moved above him, thrusts slow and even despite the labored breathing that spoke of the danger that they were both in of losing control.
“No,” Venkata panted, a growl coming fast on the heels of a sharp intake of breath, “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me.”
Cameron was helpless to look away, but he wished that he could when he was captured and held by the most intense black eyes that he had ever seen. They stared at him, unblinking and unwavering, as deep as the darkness of a midnight sky and every bit as constant. They spoke of want and need, of desire and possession, of pain and peace. And of truth. They spoke of the future and of promises that Cameron was terrified of hearing voiced. Venkata seemed to see right down to his core, to reflect back at him things that he had tried so hard to hide over the years, and that scared Cameron more than anything that he had ever known.
Tears came unbidden, silent save for a single shuddering breath, and Cameron turned his head to the side to burry his face in a cushion rather than look into those knowing eyes. He didn’t want to know what they saw within him, didn’t know how Venkata would react to what he must have already seen, but he didn’t want them to see any more. All he wanted was to be lost in sensation, to let his body speak for a heart too wounded to find a voice, but Venkata was having none of it. Fingers griped firmly at his jaw, gently turning Cameron’s face back up towards that of his dark lover, the voice of the devil every bit as commanding as his hand.
“Don’t hide from me,” his body did not stop moving within Cameron’s, and every thrust of Venkata’s pulsing heat seared Cameron from the inside out, marking him for all time. “Never hide from me. I want all of you, your tears and your pain, your joy and your pleasure, just as you are… my tainted angel.”
It was all too much for Cameron, and with a scream that was pain, pleasure, frustration and release all in one, he came in a blinding haze that left him blind to the world. He thought that he felt his lover finish within him. He thought that he felt soft lips brushing away his tears, taking them with reverence upon a forked tongue before leaving gentle kisses in their wake. He thought that he could feel strong arms raising him up off of the couch and carrying him further into the apartment. He thought that, for just an instant, he felt safe and cared for as he was engulfed in a warm embrace, a soft voice telling him that it was time to rest, that everything would be different in the morning. But it was just an instant, and then the darkness claimed him, and he knew nothing else.
TBC ...
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