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Chapter 36

Robin carded his fingers through Simon's hair as he slept. He'd guzzled almost a full bottle of blood and had then admitted that he might be a bit more drained than he'd thought. Watching Simon confront Mettle had filled him with a mix of pride and horror, the horror that something might happen to Simon, not that he cared if anyone else could get injured. While he'd been pivotal in Simon's recent transformation, he hadn't appreciated what it was he would be helping to unleash. All his life he'd witnessed the likes of warlocks and witches work with magic, demons, elves and fae were a constant in his daily business, but Simon was different. He'd seen strange and wonderful things over the years, but nothing like Simon, and maybe he should have been watching James closer, because the concept of the vampire-fae was real, and fucking scary.

Simon cracked open an eye. "Your thoughts are heavy?"

He hesitated, wondering if he should admit his reservations. But he loved Simon, and despite him being able to destroy him with a flick of his finger, he trusted him. Their bond wasn't waning, and he wanted to be tied to him in every way possible. There would be no room for secrets. "I suppose I am only just realising what you're capable of. Or rather what you will be, because you're far from finished."

"You've always known what I was."

"Yes, but I'm a fucking idiot because I didn't know what it meant."

Simon sat up, he worried at his bottom lip. "You did say we needed to discuss where we were going. I thought that meant where you wanted to live but maybe it's more fundamental than that. Do you want me to try and find a way to lessen our bond?"

He saw the pain in Simon's eyes as he asked. A panic gripped him, that wasn't what he meant. "No, I told you I loved you, I don't want anything to come between us, I just hadn't grasped the enormity of what you are and how privileged I am to be your husband."

He needed to make sure Simon was under no illusion that the last thing Robin wanted was them to be less attached. Once upon a time he'd have seen this as an opportunity to exploit but not now. Simon was his to be cherished, and God help anyone who either tried to get between them or thought they could get to Simon through him.

"Because I love you, and part of that would mean making sure you're happy. I don't want to disrupt the bond, but if I needed to I could probably pull it back a little."

"I don't want that. I will make this as clear as possible so there is no room for misunderstanding. I don't want more freedom, I don't want to lessen our attachment. You are my Eternal, and I never knew what I was missing. I spent forever trying to find a way to be able to negotiate our contract because I thought you were someone else."

Simon had known who he was, and never had to question that side of their relationship and had instead had to live a different existence while they waited.

"The bond isn't going to wane. If it were then Mettle would have been able to sever it, but all he could do was block it, and even then I'm not sure he really knew what he was doing."

Robin leant down and kissed Simon. "I couldn't be happier. But we do need to decide where we'll live."

"I do want somewhere new, well, new for us. As understanding as I am of your past, I don't want to live in its shadow." He wrinkled his nose. "Oh, have you fucked Ben in here?"

"No! Fucking hell, Simon, I know not to piss you off." He'd played with Ben but not at Crofton Hall, which reminded him they should also think about getting somewhere new in London as his main apartment there would be off limits now.

"In theory, we could live wherever, and just portal where you need to be."

"Do you really want to be running after me?" He'd thought about it, but the practicality of his meetings and his lifestyle meant Simon couldn't be there to always shepherd him from pillar to post.

"I don't care as long as it's my bed, wherever that is, you end up in at the end of the night." Simon's eyes flashed silver. "I think I already made it clear before the wedding you're mine. I'm not averse to doing it again."

"I told you I don't want anyone other than you."

"Fair warning, Robin, I'll tear the throat out of anyone who touches what's mine."

"Do you think I don't think the same way?"

"Then it is not an issue."

A mini plume of smoke manifested on the bedside table. Simon peered around him. "I think that's Karl."

He'd seen this before. "I don't blame him for not wanting to interrupt, but he wouldn't disturb us if it wasn't important."

Robin clicked his fingers and said Karl's name and he materialised at the side of the bed. "Apologies for the intrusion, gentleman. I have a message from Mr Cartwright. He was most insistent I deliver it directly and without haste."

"Thank you," Simon said.

He handed over a thick brown envelope to Simon, both their names across the surface. Karl vanished.

"Liam did say he'd be in touch."

"He did?"

Robin laughed. "You might have been a bit preoccupied with Jack at the time."

Simon opened the envelope. "Let's see. My Head of House can be a bit… protective. My father did say he's been a constant supporter and James was his first appointment."

He had questions about Simon's House, and they weren't the sort you could drop into a random conversation. "The Dark Earldom of MacLove is the oldest of all the Houses."

"Yes, but it's a bit different. My father was born a vampire, his mother was a fae who Liam turned not realising she was pregnant."

He hadn't appreciated the connotation and the MacLoves weren't the talkative type to explain. "So?"

"Well, I would say the relationship is far more parental than any of the other Houses. I've always thought of him as a grandfather of sorts. He's not like that with the others in my House, but then from what I've heard the House of Hewel is somewhat similar because Sebastian turned Anthony as his Eternal."

"I think there's more degrees of separation. You'll be the second Dark Earl of your House, and James has been there six hundred years."

"And I hope my father will be happy to continue, as I have no desire to take my seat at the Vampire Council for a while to come."

Simon opened the envelope and removed a stack of papers, on top of which was a photo of a manor house, smaller than Fairbanks and Crofton Hall, and late Georgian, by Robin's estimate. Underneath the photo was written: This is Hartlands Hall—Yours if you want it. Thought it would be a nice love nest. Liam.

Robin took the paper, it was the deeds and some additional information including a QR code. He took out his phone, scanned the code and was directed to the website of the house and many photos. "Looks nice."

Simon grabbed the phone. "I've been here, I didn't recognise it from the outside but the House of Cartwright has held several gatherings there over the years."

From the excitement in Simon's voice, Robin thought they had found their new home. "I'd like to visit before we jump straight in and agree."

"Of course. But I think you'll love it or we can still get something in LA if you're worried."

Hartlands Hall was a wedding gift from Liam, and it would be churlish to refuse, not that he would be able to say no to Simon when he looked so happy at the prospect.

"Maybe a condo or something we could use as a crash pad, but only if you can't get us home for some reason."

"I'll send Liam our thanks and then we'll go and see the hall in the next few days. Then we can head to LA, you're probably itching to get back to make sure your minions haven't fucked everything up."

"You're not wrong. But I want to make sure we're together. I need to sort out my schedule and I know you've much you want to learn."

"We can find plenty of excuses not to, Robin, the trick is finding the way to make things happen." He pulled him down for another kiss. "I'm sure there'll be a way to communicate through the bond once I figure it out. In the interim, I can set up a way for you to reach me when I'm in the fae realm."

"Perfect. Just like you."

"There is one thing I'd like for us to do in honour of my fae side."

Simon could ask him pretty much anything at this point and he'd agree, unless it entailed sharing Simon, his days of multi-partner sex were behind him and would not return. "What is it?"

"A blessing of our union at sunset on midsummer or midwinter. It's the tradition for noble couples and I would be disappointed if I didn't get the chance to show you that aspect of my culture."

"Are you going to make me wear a garland of flowers on my head?"

"I am now."

Robin laughed. "You'd mentioned it before, and I'm more than happy to share this with you. I imagine several of our Houses will enjoy the idea of being in sunlight without turning crispy."

"It will be special. It's something I've thought about for decades, but I didn't want to assume it would happen, it's not a vampire thing, and our lives are complicated enough."

Robin pushed Simon backwards, and they shared another lazy kiss, he couldn't keep his hands off Simon and he had no reason to. "We'll make it work. Along with all the other things we need to do."

"In the meantime, you can remind me why I would want to, and only with you."

"I thought your memory was restored, my love. But I guess it is better to make sure."

Robin was already hard and he welcomed the press of Simon's arousal through their clothes. Simon was a fast learner when it came to sex, but he was still inexperienced and Robin delighted in the idea that he could teach him to enjoy all the pleasures his body would allow. For the time being, he would concentrate on ensuring Simon was enjoying himself and would introduce him to new and varied things later, now was for getting used to each other's bodies and learning each other's reactions.

He felt a ripple of magic and his clothes disappeared. "You better be able to get them back, the shirt was one of my favourites."

Simon laughed. "You'll find them in a pile by the bed, I just saved us some time."

They had lots of things they could do together, he had a vast experience to share, and he would introduce new things as he thought Simon was ready. "I was thinking you might like to try a different position."

"I want to try everything with you, Robin."

Robin stroked his jaw. "Then it's your turn to be on top. Although, I don't expect you to last long."

Simon puffed out his cheeks. "I would really like that. But I don't want to disappoint you. I've some ideas though, and I think my magic would help."

He hadn't factored that in. "What have you in mind? I don't think we should overly complicate things your first time on top."

"Well, I watched this one porno?—"

"Let me stop you there. We can watch some things together and try them out, but those guys are professionals and until we've done a few more things, I think less reenactment would be the order of the day."

"Okay… then what do you suggest?"

"Mutual prep, once you're done, if needed I can flip you and fuck you." He'd done that a number of times with inexperienced fucks. At some point, Simon would be a remarkable lover, with the right guidance that he intended to give, but the reality was the first time on top could be a bit overwhelming.

"I'm game."

Robin hit the bed as Simon pounced and they kissed, his body singing with expectation. "Let me get the lube."

Simon wriggled his fingers and a pot appeared. "Best the fae realm has to offer. It's supposed to add fizz."

Robin unscrewed the lid and sniffed the gel inside. "You've not tried it."

"Only for wanking and it's pretty good."

Simon had told him he'd not used toys or his fingers on himself, and Robin guessed that penetration might have been considered as contravening the bond, which he thought a bit unfair. "Okay, let me do you first, then you can have free rein on me."

Simon let out a low growl and Robin would pay a lot of money to hear that again, especially as Simon got on all fours and presented his arse. Robin was beginning to wish he'd said he'd fuck Simon because his arse was beautiful.

"Don't take too long. I want to fuck you," Simon said.

Robin slapped his bottom. "Behave or I'll bring myself off."

Simon stared back at him, incensed. "You wouldn't dare."

He wouldn't but neither would he allow Simon to be a brat. He scooped up a decent glob of lube, and even between his fingers it felt good. He didn't linger, preparing Simon for the just in case moment that he was ninety-nine percent sure would happen. Then he collapsed onto his back with his legs open. He didn't often let people top him, he used sex as a power balance, but wasn't above manipulating the situation to his way. Ben and Dorian were recent fucks, but it felt right to do this with Simon, for them to have a level playing field.

Simon knelt up in front of him, his cock hard and Robin was looking forward to having him inside. "What do I do?"

"Not to be crude, but get your fingers in, wriggle them about and then put your cock in. I won't need much prep, I'm already really turned on."

Simon snatched up the lube and fumbling coated his fingers. He seemed a bit shell-shocked. "Come on, you won't break me."

"You're very bossy."

"I've made a career out of it. Now get on?—"

Simon slipped in a finger and Robin lost all rational thought, usually he didn't get much out of this but the lube tingled delightfully and Simon seemed to be on a mission to prove him wrong.

"That shut you up." Simon took hold of his cock and began to pump in sync with his fingers, doing a wonderful job of teasing as he worked Robin open.

Simon was diligent in his efforts and Robin was reduced to a begging mess as Simon found the spot inside him that had him seeing stars, he wouldn't put it past the bastard to be using magic.

"Okay, I'm good," he said, wanting something more substantial than Simon's fingers.

Simon had a very determined expression on his face as he coated his cock with more of the lube and pressed it against Robin's opening. "Oh, Robin, you're fucking beautiful."

Simon pushed inside, he'd half expected him to come straight away but he'd underestimated Simon's stubbornness. The lube tingled and warmed as Simon began to move and Robin bucked up to help Simon get deeper. He knew they were compatible but he'd never dreamed the sex would be this good from the outset. He'd thought he'd have to coax his virgin lover into new things, but Simon was buoyed with confidence and doing a fantastic job making sure they would both get something from this.

Simon sped up and Robin gasped as he nailed his prostate, the tremble of excitement racing through him and Simon pumped his cock. He cried out as he came, an unintelligible noise, but he didn't care. Simon's thrusts were becoming erratic but from his face Robin knew he was close, and with a final deep thrust, Simon came.

Simon grinned. "Fucking hell. That was… oh… fuck."

Robin agreed wholeheartedly.

Simon slid out and settled next to Robin, resting his head on Robin's chest and wrestling to catch his breath. "Not too shabby for a first time."

"If I wasn't already dead, you'd be the death of me."

"Now you recover," Simon said patting his chest and looking pleased with himself, "and you can fuck me."

He should have known better than to underestimate Simon, he was a wonderful man and had no allusions of allowing Robin to have everything his own way. He couldn't wait for what else they would do together.

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