Chapter Nine

Marcus’s words opened the floodgates.

Showing surprising strength, Dane shoved him onto the bed, grappling and yanking at the sheet wrapped around his waist. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I can’t control it. Please... it’s so painful. I’ll explain after. Just don’t hate me.”

Still naked, Marcus did know if he’d woken up in a weird dream that suddenly shifted into a porno, but there was no way he could ever hate this man.

He knew it deep in his soul.

His dick pulsed when Dane scrambled toward him, all the while yanking off his own clothing.

A wet dream come true!

Dane kicked off his shorts, his slim dick slapping a toned belly. Marcus’s mouth watered as he laid back on the bed, stunned but willing to go along with the ride. If this was real? Awesome. If it was dream? He’d take it. But he didn’t think his imagination could conjure the beautiful, naked man straddling his lap and planting his lean arms on either side of Marcus’s chest with savage hunger in his expression.

But hell yeah! He’d take it.

Pupils blown, Dane pressed his hard cock to Marcus’s dick and without mercy began to grind against him. Moisture coated his groin, tingling and making them glide together effortlessly.

Where did he get lube?

In two wild heartbeats, before Marcus could even touch him or kiss him, a burst of warm wetness spurted across Marcus’s stomach. His own dick surged, leaking a little at the sight of Dane panting and gasping as he came above him.

A wave of disappointment swept over Marcus. “Is it over?”

Lifting his head, lips swollen with passion and begging to be kissed, he shook his head. “No, it’s just started.”

“Then I’m gonna kiss you,” Marcus told him, or maybe demanded. Who could be sure at this point?

Frantically nodding, Dane dove down as Marcus lunged up. Their mouths met in a collision of passion and, apparently, incubus-driven lust. Marcus still didn’t know if any of this was real, but the warm body on top of him, writhing in fresh cum, felt damn real.

And damn perfect.

Their mouths battled, their tongues danced. Marcus swore he heard that erotic drum music again when he gripped Dane’s narrow hips, shifting him so his still-hard cock lined up with Marcus’s erection. They swallowed moans of relief and pleasure in deeper kisses, then thrust together, Dane’s cum the perfect lube. Miraculously they found a rhythm without even trying, as if their bodies were in complete harmony, almost familiar, joined on a metaphysical level.

Tearing his lips away and gasping for breath, Dane lifted off Marcus just enough to get a hand between their flushed bodies. He scooped up his own seed from Marcus’s stomach and smeared it on Marcus’s dick.

“I need to fuck this so hard right now,” Dane breathed in a voice formed of liquid sex.

“I got a condom... in my bag...” Marcus panted out, having never been consumed with so much frantic need before.

Dane stilled above him, eyes fully black, no lilac and no white. “I am not human, Marcus. I am a Fae Lord with immense power. I do not carry human disease. I will not use a condom. If we’re doing this, I want you raw inside me.”

At those words, Marcus seized Dane’s hips. He doubted he would last long enough to give this guy what he needed, but he intended to give it everything he had.

Dane pushed up onto his knees and took ahold of Marcus’s cum-lubed dick and lined it up at his hole.

“Be careful,” Marcus cautioned. He was big and Dane’s body—well, this body anyway—was small.

“We were made for each other.” Dane had no hesitation, and apparently no need for prep or anything else because after Marcus’s cockhead breeched his tight ring, Dane dropped completely onto him. Marcus’s back seized and he grabbed Dane’s thighs, cursing and shaking at the intense squeeze and heat of being bare inside the guy he’d been dreaming about for months.

Ravenous, Dane clutched Marcus’s pectorals, his thumbs flicking his nipple piercings as he lifted his hips up-and-down, riding Marcus’s dick like he stole it.

“Fuuuck,” Marcus groaned, biting his lower lip and fighting orgasm. His thighs tensed and his toes tingled as every inch of his body became consumed by Dane.

“You feel better than I ever thought you would,” Dane panted, shifting his hips to nail his spot over and over. He smiled down at Marcus, fucking himself with gusto. “So good... so right.”

Marcus slid his hand across his pristine skin, not finding a single blemish or scar. Dane did the same to him, teasing his nipple piercings and making him groan. A faint frown crossed Dane’s face then a fissure of static electricity itched over Marcus’s right shoulder and opposite forearm.

“That’s better.” Dane grinned, then grabbed both Marcus’s nipples and squeezed hard.

“Fuck!”

His nipples rode a highway straight to his dick, and the rough pinching made Marcus growl. He wrapped his bigger arms around Dane’s slight torso and drew the wild man against his chest. Their pace became hectic, but rhythmic and smooth, as if they were a well-oiled piece of machinery. He planted his feet and raised his knees, then began to thrust upward as Dane slammed down. He gave Dane what he seemed to need, all the while fulfilling his own every dream. He cupped the back of Dane’s head and kissed him, sloppy and deep.

Dane convulsed and Marcus could tell, by the intense squeeze of his channel, he was about to come again. His own body responded too, shocked by Dane’s franticness. He threw all his concentration out the window, unsure if he could hold himself back much longer.

“I’m coming!” Dane gasped around his mouth, tongue swirling with Marcus’s and spittle flicking his face. Marcus didn’t care. He grabbed Dane by the hips and slammed his cock up, over and over, into tight pulsating heat.

With cries of pleasure, Dane shook as hot slick spilled between their chests again, some of it, shockingly enough, nailing the hollow of Marcus’s throat. Pleasure like he’d never known spiderwebbed across his skin and his body trembled. With a roar he slammed up once, twice, filling Dane’s ass, not a condom. Dane’s warm, welcoming, tight body took all of his hot load.

Gasping for breath and mind elsewhere—definitely not in his body—Marcus melted to the mattress, wrapping his arms around Dane as tightly as possible, wishing he could have him closer still. If he could crawl inside him and be wrapped up completely in Dane, then everything inside Marcus might finally have peace.

Dane’s breaths panted in his ear, wet and hot. Though they had both come, when Marcus’s mind cleared, Dane still riding his softening cock with determination surprised him.

“More, Marcus. I’m not done. I’m sorry, but I need more... more.” He splayed his hands in the cum, smearing it across his chest as he sought more traction.

“Hold on.” Marcus gripped Dane’s hips and prevented him from moving. “Baby, you’re gonna break it. I need a minute.”

Breathless and gasping Dane sat up, keeping Marcus’s dick inside his ass. His own dick was ruddy, dark and solid, coated with cum, but still ready to go.

Marcus reached down and stroked him. “How are you still so hard?”

“Fucking Nathan,” Dane ground out. “I think he’s going to come.”

“What?” Marcus demanded, both jealous and angry at the statement. He gripped Dane’s dick firmer, squeezing the base slightly to catch his attention and slow him down—and to bring his focus back to Marcus, no one else. “Why are you talking about my cousin’s husband, right now?”

Dane began bouncing on his cock, body quaking. “Because he’s incubus. Any time an incubus has sex, the Fae nearby will feel it. But when they come... we come unglued. It’s hard to control it, but with such a new soul bond, it’s all but impossible.”

“So he’s fucking Josh right now, which makes you wanna fuck me?”

Never in his life had Marcus cried after sex, but damn if he didn’t feel like he might just then.

“Yes.” Dane’s face crumpled and a tear trickled down his cheek. “I’m sorry.”

Overcome Marcus reached up and brushed it away. “Shh, don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t control it,” Dane muttered, writhing and thrusting into his fist. “The magic is powerful. And you’re my mate.”

Marcus didn’t know what that really meant, but he couldn’t stand watching Dane cry. He knew his voice had been too rough before, so he whispered, “I’m not angry. I’m not angry. I’ll never hurt you.”

Dane laughed, sniffing back the tears, his tone almost caustic. “You don’t have the power to hurt me.”

Why did those words feel like a knife in Marcus’s heart?

None of this was supposed to happen, not like this. He didn’t like the idea of Dane wanting him because of someone else or some outside influence, but a bigger part of him couldn’t watch Dane suffer. And another, selfish foolish part of him wanted whatever Dane had to give him.

“Let me help you, baby.” He began to stroke Dane’s dick with a firm grip. “Is this what you need?”

Dane’s head dropped back, awash with relief. “Oh thank you, Marcus. Thank you.”

Marcus stroked him with long, strong pulls, twisting on the cap then sliding back down. He pushed away his own concerns and questions, focusing solely on Dane.

“I don’t suppose you ever bottom?” Dane smiled at him, breathless and wanton. And so disheveled and sexy Marcus’s spent cock surged inside Dane’s ass.

As a big guy, everyone assumed Marcus with some sort of power top, but he was straight up verse, and the thought of Dane being bare and coming inside him made him tremble.

“You can fuck me,” Marcus told him. “Use me however you need until it passes.”

A part of Marcus died inside because he knew this passion was not for him, but he couldn’t give up the chance to feel the man in his arms in every possible way. He wanted to touch him and be touched in return, regardless of the motivation. He didn’t care. Dane might be apologizing for taking advantage, but Marcus would sign up for this again tomorrow and each day afterward just to be close to Dane.

Was that healthy or a good start to a relationship?

Nope.

But he didn’t know what was going on anyways, so he might as well ride it out.

With another massive display of strength, Dane climbed off of Marcus, then flipped him over and hoisted his hips in the air in one smooth move.

“You’re a strong little fucker,” Marcus said, in awe. Never in all his life had anyone ever manhandled him.

And damn, did he like it.

“I am a strong fucker and you’re gonna enjoy this,” Dane insisted, his fingers scooping up more of the cum from Marcus’s stomach.

Goddamn, using cum as lube was the hottest thing in the fucking world!

Dane smeared that warm substance over Marcus’s now twitching hole. There was more wetness than he expected and it sort of tingled.

Did Dane carry around tingling lube?

Any questions vanished from his mind when Dane grabbed Marcus’s dick and gently bent it back between his thighs. Then he slurped him from the tip of his dick to the top of his crack. He did it three more times, only pausing once to poke his tongue at Marcus’s hole.

Marcus clutched the sheets and felt like a goddamn virgin. “Oh, Dane... feels so good...”

“I’m sorry, Marcus,” Dane said in between licks and nibbles, and kisses on his needy hole. “I didn’t want this to happen. Not like this.”

“Stop apologizing. I’ll take you any way I can get you,” Marcus told him and it was the truth, even though it hurt knowing Dane didn’t really want him, that it was magic causing this. “Just fuck me, please. This is all I’ve been able to think about since I saw you... need you inside me... hurry!”

Dane added fingers to his tongue, then kisses and teeth. He zeroed right in on Marcus’s prostate, making his dick surge. A small confident hand reached underneath and took hold of his cock as Dane ate and fingered his ass. His dick was ultra-sensitive but fighting to go again. Dane stroked and kissed his outside entrance then probed the inside. All Marcus could do was clutch the sheets and melt into the bed.

“Are you ready for me?” Dane whispered.

“Fuck yes.”

Marcus felt cockhead press against his hole. He pushed his hips back in answer, that head splitting him open.

“So warm... so tight.” Dane wasn’t rough the way he’d been on himself and Marcus was grateful for it. Even as turned on as he was, he hadn’t bottomed in some time, and the sting was delicious but painful.But somehow they fit together effortlessly.

“Hard or slow?” Dane asked.

“Both. All of it,” Marcus breathed, reaching back to put one big hand on Dane’s adorable little bubble butt to pull him closer. He liked having long arms while being fucked by a smaller man. If he wanted to bury his face in the pillow, he could grab Dane’s hips and fuck himself with that dick.

Once Dane breached him, pushing in with purpose and authority, Marcus knew his lover had it under control. He let go of Dane’s hip, let go of his inhibitions, and let the man take him to paradise.

Bound for pleasure, nothing could stop the intensity between them.

“Goddess, you’re tight,” Dane muttered then he jabbed a few times, nailing Marcus’s prostate. Dane’s cock wasn’t big, but slim and petit like the man. The perfect size to fill him and hit his spot inside.

And fuck, did he know how to use it!

Marcus moaned, thrashing as Dane’s slowly but systematically nailed his magic button. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he did worry about no condom, but he wouldn’t dream of stopping this. Didn’t have the strength. The air crackled with static electricity, the hair on his scalp standing on end. He grabbed his cock, still wet from his own cum and Dane’s spit, and fisted it in a hard rhythm with Dane’s perfect thrusts.

“Come for me, Marcus,” Dane whispered. “I wanna feel your ass tighten on my dick when you shoot.”

At those dirty words, Marcus shuddered and obediently spilled, a smaller but satisfying orgasm. Dane let out a cry and grabbed Marcus’s hips, slamming in and filling him with hot cum. The sensation of Dane filling every corner inside his body was surreal, perfect.

Listless and spent, Marcus collapsed onto the bed in his own pool of spunk with Dane on top of and still inside him, hard as steel.

He kept thrusting into Marcus’s ass, his cum adding to the lube.

“You feel so damn good,” Dane moaned, his body pressed across Marcus’s back. Too far gone to do more than lay there as Dane continued to use his hole, Marcus stretched languidly, granting him silent permission. He knew his dick was done, but the pleasure of Dane fucking him felt so decadent, soothing even.

Dane took Marcus’s big hands in his much smaller ones and pressed them above his head, hips grinding that dick in and out of his slick ass.

“You gonna come inside me again, baby?” Marcus crooned, inching up one knee so Dane could get deeper and loving how Dane had pinned his hands. He could have dislodged a small man like Dane, but somehow, he knew Dane was capable of keeping him in this position, and the sensation of helplessness made Marcus’s heart pound and his body ache for more. He’d never been fucked like this, at another man’s mercy, so deep and thorough, naked cock gliding from cum.

One hand locking Marcus’s hands above his head, Dane slid the other to his ass, pressing one cheek in and making it tighter for himself. Marcus squeezed his hole in answer and Dane shuddered above him.

“Fuck yeah,” Dane moaned, then slammed in harder, faster. The grip on his hands and ass tightened. “Gonna fill this ass. My ass. Mine.” He punctuated that word with a hard thrust, and then he came again, filling Marcus so much the cum spilled out of him.

Marcus swore the dick throbbing against his prostate sent another orgasm trembling through his spent body, though nothing came from his own cock. But his vision blackened and waves of pleasure rippled through him, centered deep in his core.

His mind eventually cleared, awakening to tiny kisses being rained across his shoulders. Marcus trembled, his every nerve-ending overloaded and mind totally blown.

Eventually Dane released him, gently slid out, and collapsed on the bed beside him. Marcus shuddered at the loss of him, fearing he’d never have him back. Inside him was where Dane belonged, just as he belonged inside Dane.

Being joined together felt like home.

Never before had Marcus felt like this. And what happened that last time? Had that been a prostate orgasm? He didn’t think he’d ever experienced one before. But he was too damn tired to do more than smile stupidly at the memory of it. He swore he was seconds away from falling asleep until he heard slick sounds.

Somehow, he mustered the strength to roll his face over to find Dane still hard. “Damn, did you pop a Viagra?”

Dane’s face contorted both in pain and pleasure. “I’m sorry it’s not stopping.” He sounded tortured. “I’m sorry I did this to you. All of it... I never—”

Marcus swatted Dane’s hand away from his dick. “Don’t apologize again,” he scolded. “Let me take care of you.”

Gathering him close, Marcus took ahold of Dane’s shaft. Dane let out a gasp when Marcus, without any hesitation, leaned down and swallowed his dick deep in his throat. Not one for getting too kinky, he was powerless to do anything but help his lover. The combined taste of their bodies, a heady drug Marcus was already addicted to. Dane screamed out in pleasure as Marcus deep-throated him.

Marcus had never been so desperate to make another man come. So desperate to ease his discomfort and make him feel good. He didn’t want to think about what caused it, he just wanted Dane to smile and be free, as he found release from Marcus’s hand. If this magic really came from someone else, Marcus would do his damnedest for Dane to know that he was the one ringing pleasure out of his body. He put all the effort he could into sucking him deep, pulling his balls and gliding his hand back to finger that cum-slicked hole.Dane’s seed still trailed from his own body, the sensation stirring Marcus’s hunger for the cock in his mouth. He wanted to be filled up on both ends.

Dane convulsed in his arms, trying to hold on to his short hair as he thrust up. And then he froze and wetness overflowed into his mouth, surprising Marcus after how many times he’d already shot.

He tasted of heaven, hope, and forever.

And Marcus took it all in, jealously savoring every drop.

When the wave ended, Marcus pulled off, breathless and overcome with the powerful emotions this man roused in him. It was surreal and wonderful, but also terrifying in some ways too. Consumed and filled with Dane, his taste sharp in his mouth, Marcus studied him, wondering if it was finally over and what that really meant. But Dane laid still, misty eyed and skin flushed. His lilac eyes were wide, the long lashes clumped and soaked with tears.

Fucking beautiful.

“I think it’s over,” Dane whispered, voice rough and strained.

They stared at each other for a long time, and Marcus frankly didn’t know what to think. He didn’t regret the most erotic moment in his life, but he couldn’t deny it hurt his heart the passion had been ramped up because of someone else.

Because of magic.

Dane was either on drugs or there was magic, because he’d not even seen people recover so quickly in porn, and that shit could be edited.

Gaze still locked with his, Dane chewed his lower lip.?“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Marcus assured him, though his ass was tender, his dick oversensitive, and throat tight. Sitting back, he felt awkward and unsure all of a sudden, though he’d done and seen more in twenty minutes with Dane than any lover who’d come before. Marcus cleared his throat and hazarded a glance at Dane. “How about we clean up and you explain everything that’s going on?”

“Yeah, we should probably do that.”