Chapter 8

Akile sighs."The cherubs didn't notice the problem on our own, remember. We were recruited to the cause. Well, it takes money to have a cause, you know, and humans like to belong to organizations."

"The cult," Bellamy grunts, shaking his head. "Who's leading it? And how are they convincing the humans to work for them?"

Akile runs his hands over his long braid in a nervous movement. "Apophis, Loki, Eris, and Tiamat have four cults that all work together for them. They have human followers that worship them as their deities, and they each have companions that function as oracles for the humans."

I recognize those names. Those are gods, except I've been assured that no one knows if God actually exists, but there are very powerful beings capable of forming spiritual connections to worshippers; hence the appearance of cults. They're usually unstable and fail after some time, but that's how cults are formed.

Bellamy looks taken aback, and Fox's sword arm drops a full inch. What the fuck is happening with my boys?

"Those beings are recorded as permanently dead," Fox states firmly.

Akile folds his hands in front of himself and gives us a cute nod. "I know. They spread rumors of their deaths in order to hide their activities. They made sure that the cherubs thought that they died of suffering in the wake of losing the universal force that defines them."

"They're all gods of chaos," Bellamy murmurs, shaking his head. "You're working for the gods of chaos."

Akile shrugs cutely and nods, batting his eyes innocently. "So are you."

I point at Bellamy because Akile's right. Fox committed us to this adventure. Although I wonder if we should be worried about that.

"Which one nailed me to the ceiling?" Bellamy asks in that polite tone he gets when he's trying to mask his emotions.

Akile blinks at him twice then his lips spread into a wide mischievous smile. "Oh, that was Apophis."

Fox and Bellamy slide their swords into their sheaths at the same time, and the mirroring reactions give me a chubby I am not embarrassed to admit is because of them both. Fox is just going to have to be ok with the fact that his training is making Bellamy more attractive. I promise I won't cheat on my man, but there's no way I'm denying that Bellamy is sexy.

Fox snorts and pulls me into his arms, dipping me backward to kiss me like the stunning princess I am. I wrap my hands around his shoulders and lose myself in his amazing lips. His hand slides down my side to my leg, lifting it until I've wrapped that leg around his waist. If we don't get to go straight to a bed where we can consummate our love after this, I'm going to tell Fox to cut someone. (I wouldn't do it; that would negate my personal ward.)

Fox suddenly pulls me upright and slings me over his shoulder. "Go on ahead," he tells Bellamy and Akile as he walks through the opening into the prison cell where time is sped up.

Oh, hmm, are we fucking now? Nice.

Fox sets me back on my feet and immediately strips off his shirt. He pushes his yoga pants off along with his shoes but keeps his belt and sword on. God, I'm the luckiest mute boy on the planet. Look at him. He's ripped like a fighter, covered in scars and tattoos, with the most beautiful cock ever seen on a man, and I'm not even worried anymore about the fact that he doesn't have a ballsack. (His species has internal reproductive organs.)

I reach out to his cock and he interrupts my reverie by pulling at my shirt. I'm not wearing a suit because those are my work clothes, but I did put on a Santanos shirt. It's a designer blouse and Fox rips the shirt open, sending buttons flying. I'll be annoyed with him when I'm half dressed in front of the cherubs later. Right now, oooh, I'm hot for his enthusiasm.

He wrenches my shirt down and tosses it away, and before he can ruin the buttons on my pants, I get them open and pushed down to my thighs. Fox takes over from there, pulling them down as he takes a knee and sucks my cock into his hot mouth. He insists I remove my pants completely, which means he takes my shoes off too.

While he sucks my dick.

Competence, amiright?

He's so fucking sexy, and I think those complimentary thoughts very loudly in his direction.

He moans, letting go of his usual stoicism because he knows how much I love the noises he makes when we're together.

As soon as my pants are off, he tosses them away and tackles my nuts, licking them, sucking one and then the other, driving me wild with need as he runs his hands up and down the back of my legs.

His hands make their way to my ass, and he squeezes my cheeks, swallowing my shaft and pulling me in so he can push his nose into my neatly trimmed hair. He swallows around me again and again until I'm so close I'm starting to wonder if he wants to get off like this, and then Fox retreats, leaving me hanging on the edge.

He stands, pulling me in for another deep kiss as he backs me up. The back of my legs hit the cot and Fox helps me down. He sits me against the wall and climbs on with me, straddling me. I hold my cock up for him as he sits on it, pushing me into his hot, wet hole in one quick motion.

He groans in relief. "Yes," he rasps, tilting his head back, exultant.

I shift my hips, thrusting up as he presses down, and he hums his enjoyment. I pull back as he lifts. We slam back together, and lightning pleasure shoots through me as we hit a perfect rhythm. Fox bounces on my cock like it's his job, and I meet him thrust for thrust like it's mine. We're the most perfect team, always have been. This man is my perfect match, a soulmate if humans could have them. (We don't, but he assures me that fae have something like it. A soul's mate. It's not the same, he swears, but it is. It totally is.)

Fox gasps and his body tenses. I grab his cock and jerk him as he erupts, painting me in his silky, white cum. I thrust in deep and hold as he pulses around me. My orgasm blasts through me, and if I could, I'd be yelling to help dispel the intensity of the pleasure.

Fuck. Every time with this man is better than the last.

Fox takes his cock in hand, jerking himself off with rough fast strokes. I reach up and tweak his nipples, playing with him as I rock my slowly softening cock inside him. His second orgasm comes quickly, before I've even gone fully soft, and he groans with it, panting and curling in on himself as he empties his balls all over me.

After the tremors and aftershocks run their course, Fox stands, pulling me to my feet with him. Looking down at me with a soft smile on his kiss-red lips, he wipes a bit of cum off my chin and into my mouth. "I love you," he murmurs.

I swallow the evidence of his love and mouth the words back to him.

He chuckles like he always does when I pretend like I learned how to talk at any point in my life. (I haven't.)

"A thief stole your ring while it was in transit from the jeweler to the store, and the fence who acquired it sold it out from under me to some fuck named Jethro. I decided I didn't want to cut the ring off some asshole's hand because you deserve better than a second hand ring. I found another jeweler who's making you another ring, but it's a custom design and I ended up on a waiting list, but I should be able to pick it up at the end of the week."

It sounds like he's been on an adventure without me. When did he have time to go tracking down a fence without me?

He chuckles softly. "You go shopping with Bellamy, Edovard, and Annette."

Oh. Yeah, ok. Bellamy, Daddy, Pupper, and I go shopping on Tuesdays because Daddy likes to spoil her sugar baby and her grand sugar babies. We meet for brunch and mimosas, peruse some of the stores owned by non-humans, and spend more of Annette's money than we really should. We usually catch a matinee, and then have an early dinner with Daddy's wife and Fox. Since I adopted Edovard, he's joined us once and dinner ended up with Santanos, Hassan, and Gregory joining us too. It was actually a nice family meal even with Gregory grumping about the company as much as the food.

Ok, so Fox used the time away to track down the fence. Loudly, I mentally wonder if he caught the thief since my phone is in my pants and they're on the floor.

Fox's mouth splits into a rare smile. "I caught the thief before I found the fence. She won't be stealing anyone else's diamonds any time in the near future."

Is she in this prison?

"Why are you naked in my prison?" Warden Kristie asks, stepping into the cell.

Fox and I both turn at her entrance, and his mask of stoicism returns. "We've only been in here a few seconds," he says levelly.

"I happened to see that someone was in here about ten minutes ago, and came down to check it out since there shouldn't be anyone in here."

Ah, that makes sense. She probably saw Akile, and we're just unlucky enough to have been the ones she caught.

"I'm conducting an investigation," Fox explains, and she gives him a pointed once over.

We are naked, after all. I don't know of any official reason why an investigation would occur naked and end with me covered in spunk. Yeah, she's not buying it.

Fox maintains eye contact for several seconds before reaching down to grab my pants and hand them to me. "Why haven't you repaired the hole in the wall?" he asks like he isn't gathering our clothes after two definitely-not-government-sponsored orgasms.

Kristie watches him as he pulls his pants on. Honestly I don't blame her, he's very watchable. "I was told that the council would take care of the details."

Fox hands me his A shirt and uses my buttonless blouse to wipe up the cum all over us. I should be embarrassed about this, I'm sure. That would be the normal human reaction, wouldn't it? I just…

I can't seem to muster shame for getting caught after an interlude with Fox. Kristie is a warden in a prison where privacy doesn't exist. Surely she's seen worse than two people messy from expressing their love.

"Expect to see me and my investigators in and out of this cell. Keep the cell door locked. If you see someone in here, you can call me to confirm it's one of my people."

Kristie presses her lips together and narrows her eyes at Fox. "Sure. I have to call the council to make sure this is a sanctioned investigation."

Fox pulls his phone from his yoga pants pocket, taps out a message, and ushers us out into the prison proper. His phone immediately starts ringing on speaker.

There's a click, then, "Switchboard."

"Please connect me to the first available councilor. This is Arlington Fox."

A few moments later, we hear, "Councilor Patervulpis here. Arlington?"

How did he get his own dad using the switchboard?

"I'm here with Kristie Quarles, the warden of Arktis," Fox says, then holds his phone up for Kristie to talk into.

"Hello, Warden Quarles. What can I do for you?" Dakota asks in his official councilor tone. He never speaks to his family like that, but no one speaks to business associates like they do with their family.

"Mr. Fox says that he's conducting an investigation and will require use of the compromised prison cell. I'm just checking that his investigation is approved by the council."

"Arlington has the council's approval to pursue justice for his Acolyte by any means, including an investigation of the compromised cell," Dakota confirms.

"I found him and his Harbinger naked in the cell. They didn't come through the front door," Kristie deadpans, skeptically.

Dakota is silent for a moment. "Ah. I'll have a conversation with Arlington about that."

"Yes, sir," she agrees, then steps back from the phone.

Fox pulls the phone back to him. "I'll stop by before I go home," he tells his dad, then hangs up.

Kristie looks between me and Fox. "I'll ignore any flickers I see in this cell until the hole is fixed."

Fox acknowledges that with a small dip of his chin, then he pushes me to the cell door. "Lock the door behind us," he commands, and we step back into the cell.

I grab my shoes and socks and get them on while Fox does the same. He's shirtless now, and he hands me my blouse to carry, which is fine. He might need his hands free to kill someone. Don't know what we're going to find on the other side of the illusion, even though it's barely been five minutes in real time, and most of that was spent talking to Dakota.

Are we really going to talk to Dakota about fucking in semi-public places?

I text that to my Fox because I'm not sure about getting that through telepathically.

Fox snorts, shaking his head as we head through the hole in the wall. "No. We're going to talk to him about unleashing the Avatar of Neutrality, and how he and my fathers can help by keeping the adult cherubs away from Arktis."

That's a good idea. No matter their current alignment, the fathers will support Fox's decisions. They trust their son and will follow his lead.

We step through the portal and into the antechamber the cherubs have secured specifically for this portal. Bellamy and Akile turn at our entrance, and since we're both disheveled and Fox currently doesn't have a shirt, it's pretty apparent what we've been doing.

"How could it possibly have taken five minutes to get your rocks off? That's almost a decade. I cannot image you spent a decade fucking." Bellamy's dry remark is accompanied by an arched eyebrow.

We had to speak to the warden so she wouldn't get suspicious of activity in the cell.

I'm not going to tell them that she caught us post coitus. That's between me, Fox, and Kristie.

Bellamy's brow doesn't return to a relaxed position.

Akile nods knowingly. "Oh, that's a good idea. It's nice to have a Reaper on our side to take care of details we hadn't worked out yet."

Yep. That"s exactly what happened.