Date: Mon, 6 Mar 2006 17:50:10 +0900
From: Phoenyx Wolfe <phoenyx.wolfe@gmail.com>
Subject: Twilight eyes Chapter 3

	My technical advisor Pip is hiding from me right now, so if things
are wrong, I place the blame fully on him.  Other than that, I made it all
up.  Apart from the bits that I stole.  (Nobody saw me do it, you can't
prove anything!)

	Legal stuff: if you are underage in your country to be reading this
stuff, make sure your screen faces away from others and that you wipe the
site history before you log off.  (Conceal the evidence dude!)   If you
object to couples of the same sex, damn, is this the wrong site for you.
Try www.imasmallmindedbigot.com

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	"But ... you like girls!"  Not the most brilliant of things to say
to the man whose arms you'd just woken up in, I know.  But I was feeling
off balance.  Opening my eyes and looking straight into Kisten's looking
back at me so possessively was unnerving to say the least.

	He ran his hand down my bare back and smirked.  "I think we've
established that I like guys, too."  I blushed profusely at the reminder of
just a few hours ago and grinned back at him, suddenly shy.  He smiled
back, his twilight eyes darkening as he leaned in to kiss me.  It started
light, quickly deepening, and just as I was letting myself drift into it he
suddenly leapt up, pulling me with him.

	"Huh?"

	"Come on baby, you need a shower!"

	I protested weakly, but let him drag me into the bathroom.  We
spent the rest of the day together, rarely more than an arm's length apart.
We curled up on the couch to watch a movie after dinner.  Or, more
accurately, a movie played in the same room as us, as we paid more
attention to each other than the TV.  I fell asleep there on the couch, in
his arms.

The next day, I woke up alone in the bed.  Startled, I opened my eyes to
find Kat perched on the end of the bed, grinning at me like a maniac.  I
nearly whimpered.  Not that I don't love her, but a maniacal Kat before
coffee?  Was I bad in a previous life?

	"Good morning darling.  Do you know you have the world's worst
hickey?  Best remind lover boy that you look awful in turtle-necks."
Suddenly she gave up all pretence at normality, throwing her arms around
me.  "Oh, Deke!  I'm so happy for you!  Not to mention jealous as hell!
That boy is hot enough to make the dead stand up and beg for it."

	Smirking back at her, I whole-heartedly agreed.  Wait ... "Where is
he?  And why are you in my bed instead of him?  Hey!  Naked here!" (What
can I say, no coffee equals slow brains.)  I belatedly pulled the sheet up
to my chin.  Kat just laughed at me (as usual).

	"Lover, it may have been a few years, but I've seen everything you
got, remember?  I already know you're pretty!  Now get up; throw something
on to cover your modesty; for gods' sake brush your teeth; and I'll bring
you some coffee."  With that, she was out of the room.  Glancing at the
clock, I was astounded to see that it was late morning.  Kist must already
be at work.  Mmmm, Kist ... Thoughts of him stayed with me as I pulled on
some boxers and went through the morning bathroom ritual.

	I was standing at the sink, grinning at the mirror when Kat came
back.

	"Since when did you start wearing boxers?  You're a briefs guy."

	Blushing, I replied defensively.  "A guy can change his mind, you
know?"  (Fuck, she'll never let me live it down.)  She stared at me for a
second.

	"A certain sexy someone wouldn't happen to think you look good in
them, would he?"  Damnit.  I blushed even more.  My only hope now was to
distract her.  Think quick, Deke.

	"Hey, is that my coffee?"  (Smooth, I know).  She wasn't fooled.
Thankfully she managed to put the coffee down before she fell about
laughing her arse off at me.

I spent the rest of the day thinking about Kist.  Around lunch, I suddenly
had a thought: what if he changed his mind?  What if I wasn't ... enough?
The rest of the day was torment, as I worried and stressed.  Kat gave up on
me and went out somewhere, leaving me anxiously sitting on the couch,
waiting for him to come home.  Finally, his car was in the drive, and his
footsteps on the veranda.  I stood nervously, waiting to see his reaction.
He walked through the door, obviously looking for me.  Spotting me near the
couch, his face lit up, and he bounded across the floor in two huge leaps,
taking me into his arms and kissing me senseless.  Sometime later, he
finally pulled back, both of us breathless and panting.

	"Honey, I'm home."  I stared at him in shock for a few seconds
longer, before we both burst into laughter.

	Dinner that night with Kat went much better than the last time, all
of us managing to leave together.  I had a brief flash of deja vu when I
went to the bathroom at one point, and came back to see Kat and Kist with
their heads together, deep in discussion, which was broken off abruptly
when they saw me.  I stood there, hands on hips, looking at the two of
them.

	"What are you two up to?"  Kat looked far too smug for this to be
good.

	"Nothing, Deke, can't we have a little chat; get to know one
another better, without you getting all paranoid?"  I just looked at her.

	"No."  (Was that final enough?  Is `HELL NO, YOU BITCH!!' too
much?)

	"Well, too bad.  Now sit down.  Kist, make him sit down."
Obediently, Kist held out his hand for mine, and pulled me back down beside
him.  I opened my mouth to yell at them both, but his lips on mine stopped
my words, my brain, and the whole world.  Kisten Blair was kissing me.  On
the lips.  In front of the gods, the universe and the entire restaurant.
Some time later, I regained my senses, and opened my eyes.  Twilight eyes
looked back directly into mine, and beyond them, Kat's sparkling blue eyes.
With my brain still on hold, all I could do was sit and grin, muttering
`wow' to myself.  It didn't help when Kat and Kist burst out laughing.
Great: already, it starts.

	Kat finally managed to calm down.  "Oh, Deke, sweetie, the look on
your face.  Lover boy must be one hell of a kisser!"  I suddenly didn't
like the way this was going, and moved protectively in front of him.
Although, what I could do against the might of her highness, I had no idea.

	"Back away from my man Kat, and I won't have to get hurt here.  You
know I don't share."  Naturally, both of them found this hilarious.

	Kisten looked Kat over speculatively.  "Hmm, I did used to have a
thing for redheads ... ooomphf."  My elbow making contact with his ribs
brought that train of thought to a sudden halt.  Luckily for him, his next
words redeemed him, as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into
him.

	Whispering into my ear and nibbling on my neck, he said: "You
should know; I don't share either.  You're mine now, and I plan to keep
you."  What's a guy to do when the man of his dreams says something like
that?  Kiss him thoroughly and signal for the check, then drag him home to
ravish?  Mmmm, sounds like a plan.

	Damn, that boy can kiss.

	The three of us walked home, chatting amicably.  Once back at the
house, Kat yawned dramatically, winked at us and said "Well, I'm beat.  You
boys keep the noise down tonight, you hear?  I'll see you tomorrow!"  With
that, she vanished into my room, closing the door firmly behind her.  I
love that girl.

	Kisten and I were left standing in the living room.  Looking up at
him, I was suddenly shy.  "So, uhh, looks like I've been evicted from my
own room.  Know someplace else I could sleep tonight?"

	He gave me the most evil smirk I've ever seen on someone not Kat,
and said: "Sleep?  Not a clue.  But I do know somewhere where you can
definitely not sleep."

Oh, thank the gods.

	With that, his mouth was on mine again, and he walked us backwards,
down the hall, and into his room, our clothes littering the hallway behind
us.  Kicking the door closed, he pushed me up against it, rubbing his body
on mine.  Our bodies ignited, and again the world disappeared.  Time and
the universe melted away from the heat of our passion, leaving only the
sensation of his body against mine, his mouth on mine, his hands on me.
Finally wrenching his mouth away, he rested our foreheads together and
gazed, panting, into my eyes.  Looking into his eyes from a mere inch away,
my world was darkness and twilight.

	"Deke, I know you've never been with a guy before, and I don't want
to do anything to hurt you, so tell me if we're doing something you're not
comfortable with, okay?  But I want to make love to you, and I want to be
inside you."  I stiffened slightly.  I wanted that, I did; but I wasn't
sure that I was ready.  He pulled his head back and looked into my eyes
from a more comfortable distance.

	"It's okay baby, I didn't mean right now.  There's no hurry here.
When it feels right, we'll do it.  You have to know I'll never do anything
to hurt you."

	I looked into his eyes for a long moment.  "I know," I said,
pulling his head back to mine before things got messy again.

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	I woke up late the next morning in Kisten's arms.  This time, I was
awake before him.  Bliss shot through me as I looked over at the sleeping
form of my lover.  Lover ... no, not quite, but soon, very soon.  An evil
grin broke over my face as I contemplated how to wake my man.  Slipping
beneath the sheets, I faced the object of my deliberations.  His thick
morning wood jutted out from his body, inviting me to do my worst as I
contemplated my next move.  Despite never having done this before, I
figured I'd seen enough porn to figure out the basics.  Slowly, eyes on
Kisten's face, I lowered my mouth over the head, darting my tongue into the
slit, lapping at his skin.  Kisten's eyes fluttered as a murmur escaped
from his mouth.

	"Deacon..."  Incredibly; he slept on, his body reacting
unconsciously to my oral machinations.  I twirled my tongue up and down his
shaft, mouthing it gently.  Lightly flicking my tongue over the head, his
hips thrusting softly upwards.  Feeling wicked; I dragged the flat of my
tongue over the vein from base to tip, then wrapped my hand around him and
sucked him into my mouth.  I could only get the first few inches in before
triggering my gag reflect, so I resolved to practice, and went back to work
on what I could.  Sucking him like a lollipop, his movements became more
and more fevered.  Suddenly, his eyes flew open and his hands gripped my
hair, encouraging me in my endeavours.  I ran my free hand up his body to
gently pull on his nipple.  The only sounds in the room were his moans and
my sucking, until his back arched impossibly up from the bed, his
near-scream ripping the air as he emptied into my mouth.  I smirked up the
length of his body as he fell back onto the bed, sated.

	"Good morning Kist.  How did you sleep?"  He cracked one eye open,
looking at me incredulously as I continued to smirk at him.  He grinned
back, and the next thing I knew, I was on my back in a flurry of limbs, his
hard body pressed the length of mine.

	"Mmmm, baby," he drawled.  "That has to be the best wake up call
I've ever had.  How about I return the favour?"

	"Gee...let me think about it.  Shower or oral sex?  Shower or oral
sex?  Hmmm..."

He grinned down at me.  "How about oral sex in the shower?"  With that, he
leapt off the bed, pulling me with him into the bathroom.  With barely a
pause, I was in the shower, back against the wall, water beating down on my
chest, gasping for air as Kisten licked, sucked and nibbled his way down my
body.  The sensations were incredible, like a warm, moist cyclone centred
on my groin.  He held my hips firmly against the wall as he knelt before
me, mouth busy.  My conscious mind packed up and handed the keys over to my
body as I helplessly bucked my hips into the heat, a mindless slave to his
every whim.  Head thrown back, screaming my release to the universe, I
exploded in his mouth before my knees buckled and I went down, falling into
his lap.  Slowly, my mind ventured back, and I opened my eyes to be lost in
the darkness of Kisten's as he grinned possessively down at me.  Then he
was kissing me again, hungrily.

	"Gods, you're sexy when you cum Deke, did you know?"  Laughing at
my blush, he dragged me up onto my feet to finish our shower.

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	We staggered out to the kitchen late in the morning, and were met
by Kat, grinning in a particularly evil way that I started blushing before
she even spoke.

	"So... Looks like you two are getting along well, if the sounds of
hot man sex I could hear all night and again this morning were anything to
go by."

	"Bitch.  You're just jealous," I muttered at her as I tried
desperately to control my crimson face.  That was a mistake.  She looked
Kisten over in minute detail from head to toe, quirking an eyebrow at him.

	"Jealous that you snagged one of the hottest guys that I've ever
seen?  Damn straight lover!  Err, or not, in your case."  She smirked at us
both, then softened, coming over to hug me.  "But baby, I'm so happy for
you.  It's about damn time someone else saw how special you were.  Even if
he did take forever to do anything about it, not to mention forcing me to
come all the way across the country to motivate things."  The abashed look
on Kisten's face as he realised what she was saying made me crack up.
Laughing, I pulled them both into a hug, wrapping my arms around their
waists and resting my head on Kisten's shoulder.  After a few minutes, the
tranquillity was shattered as someone pinched my arse.  I yelped and leapt
out of their embrace, spinning around to face them.  Twin expressions of
angelic innocence greeted me.

	"Who the hell pinched me?"  As one, Kat and Kist each pointed at
the other, then burst out laughing.  At me, I strongly suspect.  Pinching
the bridge of my nose, I muttered a few choice words about fair-faced
demons and glared at them both.  "Right.  You two are so being separated.
Kist, go make us some breakfast.  Lunch.  Whatever the hell meal is around
this time.  Kat, you go set the table."  I stomped out to check the mail,
throwing one last instruction over my shoulder.  "And no talking to each
other!"  Their hysterical peals of laughter followed me all the way across
the front lawn to the mailbox.  When I got back, Punch and Judy were
gossiping about me as they moved around the kitchen preparing our meal.  I
just sat and watched my two favourite people in the whole world bond with
each other, a big grin on my face.  Life was good.

	During the meal, Kat suddenly looked over at me seriously.  "What's
up Kat?"

	She smiled at me and said "You're happy."

	I looked at her curiously.  "Yes, of course I am, so?"

	"No baby boy, you're really happy.  I've been so worried about you
for the past few months.  Every time I talked to you, I could how much you
wanted him.  Not to mention that every other sentence was `Kisten this' or
`Kisten that'.  You were so in love with him, and as far as we both knew,
he was straight.  I couldn't see any good coming out of it, so I decided to
come down here and sort you out.  I don't know, throw lover boy there out
on his arse, find you a man or something.  Anything to keep you from
getting any more hurt.  You have no idea how ecstatic I was to see the
sheer jealousy on his face when he found us hugging in the hallway, or to
see how he looked at you.  It was so clear that you two were hot for each
other, you were both just too stupid to see it in the other.  SOMEONE had
to do something.  You may thank me now."

	Kist and I stared at her in amazement.  Kist cleared his throat and
glanced at me for a second before speaking.  "Errr..."

	Kat sighed.  "Repeat after me, boys: Oh, magnificent and beautiful
Lady Kat, we beseech your forgiveness for our stupidity, and beg you accept
our meagre but utmost appreciation for your insight."

	That did it, we all cracked up.  I tumbled off my chair onto my
knees and bowed in front of her highness.  "Forgive us mere mortals, my
lady, for we are but humble servants to the gloriousness that is you."  Kat
sniffed, then held out her hand as if for me to kiss.  I took it and bowed
low over it, before licking a wet stripe up the back.  She shrieked and
shoved me away, wiping her hand on her jeans.  By this point, Kisten was
howling with laughter, clutching his sides and rocking on his chair.

	Finally, we all pulled ourselves back together and turned back to
our meal.  Wiping the tears from her eyes, Kat reached over and smacked my
arm.  "Hey!  Ouch!  Bitch!"

	She smirked back at me.  "Idiot."

	Kisten leant over and lightly swiped her arm.  "Watch it girlie,
that man is mine.  No one bruises him but me."

	"I can see that," Kat sniggered looking at the mammoth hickey on my
neck.  Then she turned and smacked his arm too.  "Girlie!?  Girlie?!  Did
you just call me GIRLIE?!"

	I laughed at the pair of them and cheerfully threw the man I loved
to the wolves (err, wolf).  "Uh oh Kisten, you did it now!  You are so dead
dude!  Run while you still can!"  Kist held up his hands in a placating
gesture as he slowly backed away.

	"I'd never call you girlie... girlie."  With that, Kat howled and
flung herself at him, chasing him around the house brandishing the pepper
shaker for the next ten minutes.  Finally, they calmed down and made their
way back to the table to eat the remains of their now-cold meals.

	"Anyway," said Kat, "As I was going to tell you, before I was so
rudely interrupted by Chuckles over there," (a low snigger from Kisten
earned him a Queen Kat death-stare), "Now that my work here done, I'll be
heading home this evening.  Can't leave the place too long, people start
getting all sorts of crazy ideas, thinking they're allowed to touch my baby
and stuff."

	Kisten looked so startled at the mention of a baby, that I had to
laugh.  "Her motorbike, Kist.  Kat has a bike she obsesses over."

	"It's not an obsession.  My baby is beautiful, and no one else
appreciates her like I do."  I rolled my eyes at Kat's usual response.

	"Yes, yes, it's a bike.  Wonderful.  Now, what's this about you
leaving tonight?  You just got here."

	"I know sweetie, but you two need some time alone, and my work here
is done.  It's time for me to help other little boys and girls."

	Kist laughed at this.  "Well, Mary Poppins, we'll miss you.  Come
on Deke, we have a few hours before Kat flies off on her umbrella.  Let's
go fly a kite.  Or something."  He laughed again.  "We'll make her last few
hours memorable, alright?"

	Sad as I was at saying goodbye to Kat after seeing her for such a
short time, I admit that I was excited to be alone in the house with Kist
again.  Much to my surprise, Kist dug up an old kite from somewhere, and we
really did take it flying at a nearby park, instantly reverting back to our
childhoods.  (Kat was NOT a sharing kind of child.  Go figure.)  Watching
Kist run around trying to get a big red kite up in the air, something
clicked inside me.  I wanted this man.  Dear gods, I wanted this man.
Exhausted, he collapsed down next to me on our picnic blanket, leaving Kat
with the kite.  I crawled on top of him, gently rubbing our crotches
together and kissing his neck.  Instantly, the darkness of lust swirled in
his eyes and he wrapped his arms around me and pulled my head up to kiss me
hard.  When we were both panting, I drew back, and lightly rubbed my hand
over his bulging jeans.  Looking him straight in the eyes, I quirked my
eyebrow and said two words: "I'm ready."

	 For a second, he looked confused, wondering what the hell I was
talking about.  Then my meaning hit him, and I watched his irises drown
instantly in darkness.  Fuck, I love his eyes.  He pulled me back down with
an almost-bruising force, and kissed the breath from my body.  The world
vanished into the darkness in his eyes once more.

	We were snapped back by a foot prodding our prone bodies.  Dazed, I
turned to look at an amused Kat, standing over us, hands on hips.  "Holy
hell, you two are HOT together.  You ever think about doing a porno movie,
I want in on the deal!"  Exaggeratedly fanning herself with her hands, Kat
enjoyed embarrassing the hell out of me for the hour.  Finally, it was time
to take her to the airport.  After some discussion, Kist decided to stay
home so that Kat and I could have some time alone while I took her to the
airport.  Before I left him, I dragged him into the kitchen for a goodbye
kiss, and a whispered promise: "Tonight."

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	When I got back from the airport a few hours later, the house
seemed almost dark from the outside.  Frowning, I parked the car in the
garage and walking inside.  A candle stood on the kitchen table with a card
in front of it and the stereo remote beside it.  The message was: `Press
play and come into the bedroom.'  Shrugging, I complied.  Romantic music
came on as I walked back to the bedroom, wondering what Kisten had planned
for our night.

	"Woah..." My jaw dropped as I walked in to the bedroom.  The bed
was made with what looked to be dark green satin sheets, and every stable
surface supported a candle.  With the curtains drawn and the air
conditioning on, the room was lit by the flickering lights, and pleasantly
cool.  A blanket was laid out in front of the full length mirror in the
corner and an assortment of things around it.  At that point, the room
faded away as Kisten walked out of the bathroom in all his naked glory.
His skin glistened in the candlelight, obviously oiled down.  I felt my
head go light as all the blood in my body instantly rushed to my dick, and
I had to grasp the door just to keep standing.

	"Guh."  (Oh, suave Deke.  Now close your mouth before you drown in
your own drool.)  He prowled towards me, once more the sleek predator from
the kitchen.  The muscles moved under all that gleaming, oiled skin and all
I could think was `shiny' as I panted and tried not to pass out or come or
both at once.  I watched him walk towards me, the darkness in his eyes
prominent as he carefully placed one foot in front of the other.  He was
wound tight, every movement precisely planned and executed, raw animalism
in motion.  After an eternity of watching this god stalk me, he was finally
standing in front of me, staring down into my eyes.  I swallowed and looked
back, well aware that I looked every bit the prey.  He looked at me
intently for a few minutes, then, as if whatever he saw assured him, he
growled one word at me.

	"Strip."

	Without conscious dictation, my hands moved to my shirt, pulling it
over my head, then to my jeans and boxers, pushing them to the floor before
I stepped out of them and waited.  My internal voices were at odds, some
screaming to run; run now, before the predator ate me, while others thought
that being eaten was a damn fine way to go, and I should just give up and
be a willing sacrifice to the pagan god standing in front of me.  One
persistent voice just repeated `shiny' over and over again.  I stood,
trembling, poised on the brink of flight until Kisten stepped behind me and
rubbed his body up against mine as he drew the door closed.  He placed his
hands firmly on my waist and nipped at my earlobe.  Was it me, or was he
actually growling softly?  I could barely think anymore, and my breath was
coming in harsh gasps, so unbelievably turned on that I thought I would die
from the sheer NEED of it all.

	Still silent, Kisten started pushing me forward across the room to
the mirror.  He placed me squarely in front of it, standing on the blanket.
For a brief second, he was gone from behind me, and then he was back with
something in his hands.  I met his eyes in the mirror, watching the
twilight darken more towards night.  Finally, he spoke in a low rasp:

	"Last chance Deacon Wolfe.  After this there's no way I'm letting
you go.  Ever.  Once I'm inside you, you're mine forever, just like I'm
yours.  If you don't want this, all you have to do is say no; walk away,
either for now or for good.  I won't stop you.  If you're not ready, it's
fine.  No matter how much I want you, no matter how much I need you, I
won't have you unwilling.  You make me feel more complete than I ever have
before.  When I'm with you, my soul feels whole, and I understand things I
never thought possible.  When we're apart, it's like a gaping wound in my
side, like my life is slipping away.  It's so intense it scares the fuck
out of me, but I accept it if it's the price of being with you."  The
reflection of his burning eyes gazing at me over my shoulder nearly undid
me.  I was becoming more and more unhinged, and was seriously worried that
he would bring me to orgasm just by talking to me.  Then his next words
made everything still, like the universe held its breath.  "I love you.  I
need you.  Be with me tonight."

	Fuck, he was hot.

	I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again,
looking into his eyes in the mirror.  This was it.  The rest of our lives
starts with my next word.

	"Yes."

	At this, Kisten moaned, and brought his hands around in front of
me.  He'd poured more oil onto them at some point, and dragged them slowly
down my chest.  The sight in front of me was incredible.  The image of his
darker, oiled hands and arms, glistening softly as they moved down my paler
skin, leaving glistening trails behind them was overwhelming.  My eyes
closed and I let my head fall back onto his shoulder.

	He gasped out a laugh, then bit my neck lightly.  "Watch" was all
he said.

	So I did.  I watched in the mirror as his hands caressed my skin,
playing with my nipples.  I watched as his eyes watched mine over my
shoulder.  I watched as he lowered his mouth to my neck, still keeping his
eyes on mine, and bit the skin.  I watched as his hands drifted lower, over
my writhing hips, to tangle in my pubic hair.  I watched as his hands
travelled on to grasp my cock.  That was it.  One touch and I exploded into
his hand.  My body arched out and jerked in his hold.  He followed my
movements with his own, keeping his body snug against my back, his cock
rubbing between my cheeks.  When the last drop was wrung from my
over-heated body, I sagged to my knees, Kisten's support all that stopped
me from planting my face into the floor.  He knelt between my legs as he
pulled me back against his chest and turned my chin to kiss me gently on
the lips.

	I was barely coherent, hell; I was barely conscious, but I knew I
wanted more.  Somehow, I managed to find the strength to communicate my
need with him.  "More".

	Impossibly, his eyes darkened even further, and he gripped me
tightly.  "Are you sure?  This can be enough for now."  I knew he just
wanted to be sure that it was what I wanted, but gods, the feeling of his
hard cock burning against my arse was driving me insane.  Even after that
mind-blowing orgasm, I wanted more.  I wanted his cock inside me, to feel
every single inch of it sliding into my body as I screamed.  Was I sure?
Was he insane?

	"More."

	Once again his hands moved away, and came back re-lubricated.  He
kissed my shoulder gently, his whole demeanour gentle as one hand slid
around my body to slip between my arse cheeks, and the other fisted my
re-awakening cock.  My knees were eased further apart, opening my legs and
lowering my centre of gravity.  My hands lifted to help, but he shook his
head and bit me sharply.  Kissing the spot to soothe, he murmured: "Just
watch this time baby.  Next time you can play all you want.  This time I
need it to be all about you."  I could live with that.

	I struggled to keep my eyes open and on the mirror as Kisten worked
on my body.  His finger rubbed at my entrance and his other hand roamed
over my front, teasing and seducing.  When he nibbled on my neck again, I
groaned, relaxing enough that his finger slid into me.  I tensed at the
feeling, but soon relaxed again.  He worked it in and out, twisting gently.
Always, the hand in front distracted me from the other feelings.  My eyes
flicked from his hand back up to his face to see him watching me, twilight
eyes blown to full darkness.  It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen,
and so distracting that I barely noticed when he slipped a second finger
into me, then a third.

	I felt so full, almost uncomfortably so, until he hit that little
spot that made my toes curl and my blood electrify.  I writhed and moaned
against his body, begging him to bring me.  Finally, he dragged my head
around to kiss me, forcing his tongue between my lips as he pulled me down
to straddle his lap.  The head of his cock rubbed at my entrance and he ran
both his hands around in front of me in distraction.  One went to my
nipple, the other to my balls.  The pressure of his hands on my body, his
mouth on mine and his cock sliding into my body overwhelmed me, and I
wrenched my head away to moan up at the ceiling in sheer pleasure.  He
paused when he was fully sheathed inside me, waiting for me to catch my
breath and look back to the mirror.  Finally, I did, lowering my gaze to
our reflection.

	Fuck.  What an incredible sight.

	He sat on his knees beneath me, my legs straddling his lap, his
arms wrapped around my chest and waist.  His eyes gleamed at me from my
shoulder and I looked thoroughly debauched.  As I watched, he spoke, his
words penetrating the sexual haze encompassing my brain.

	"Are you okay baby?  I'm all the way inside you.  My cock is in
your tight little arse.  You're mine now.  Mine.  You look so fucking hot
like this.  So fucking hot.  All mine.  Oh, fuck, you're so tight and hot.
Feels like I was born to be right here, inside you.  Mine."

	His words wound me tighter and I started moaning and moving on him.
He gripped my body tightly, forcing me to still.  "Say it.  Say you're mine
Deke, say you're mine forever.

	I whimpered at the feeling of him throbbing inside me, feeling his
heartbeat inside me.  From somewhere, I summoned enough coherency to gasp
out what he needed to hear.

	"Yours Kisten.  Always... yours."

	With a growl, he relaxed his hold on me, and pushed me up, lowering
me back down.  I picked up the rhythm, meeting his thrusts with my own,
arching my body into his and away.  The pressure built, along with our
speed as each thrust rubbed against my sweet spot, beating it into
submission.  Neither of us was coherent by this point, meaningless grunts
and moans permeating the air.  In the mirror I could see his cock between
my legs, watch it thrusting in and out of my body.  I wrapped one arm up
over my head and around his neck, holding on for dear life as I rode him.

	It was too much; it wasn't enough.  Every sense was overloaded, I
could taste, see, smell-hear-feel him.  Oh fuck, I could feel him.
Pounding into me in desperation as I thrust back down onto him in equal
need.  In, out, up, down.  All the time, feel him where none had ever been
before.  I could feel it coming, like a tidal wave cresting on the horizon,
cresting higher and higher than any orgasm I'd ever had before.  So close,
nothing else mattered but Kisten moving inside me, wrapped around me.  Just
a bit more... Almost... Yes... Yes... KISTEN!

	Finally, I lost sight of the mirror as I screamed his name to the
universe.  Blood pounding in my ears, I could hear, see, taste, smell
nothing.  All I could do was feel.  Feel Kisten inside me, feel my body
detonate, feel my mind abandon me.  My whole body shuddered, clenching
tighter around him, triggering his own release.  Kisten pulsed inside me,
and the universe held its breath as we climaxed almost together, one
bringing the other, electrifying sensations shooting down my spine, through
my blood.  Together, we convulsed, him shooting inside me, me splattering
the mirror that I had been watching so intently.  Finally, after eternity,
the blood faded from my ears, and the world restarted.  When I regrouped,
we were somehow stretched out on the floor, Kisten still inside me, spooned
into my back.  I must have blacked out; I'd certainly lost a chunk of time.
He was stroking my hair, whispering to me softly.

	"Love you.  Love you so fucking much.  You're mine forever baby;
I'm never letting you go."

	I groaned, feeling the exhaustion in my body, a feeling of being
fully used.  I could feel a throbbing in my arse that told me sitting would
be a problem later.  I tried to speak, but my throat was so hoarse from
screaming that all I got was a hoarse grunt.  I swallowed and tried again.

	"Love you too Kist.  That was fucking unreal.  I like this sex
thing.  But how're we going to get to the bed?"

	He burst into laughter.  "Oh baby.  I was hoping you'd carry me,
I'm wiped.  You totally wore me out."

	I snorted.  "Fat fucking chance.  Let's just sleep here.  I don't
think I can move."  I whimpered as Kisten slowly slid out of me,
involuntarily clenching my muscles to hold on to him.

	"So fucking good babe.  So fucking good," he groaned, before
dragging both of us to our feet and over to the bed.  From somewhere he
produced a towel and wiped us down, cleaning off the worst of the mess.  I
was asleep two seconds after curling into his side under the covers.  The
last thing I heard was Kisten muttering to me.

	"You are so fucking perfect.  How the hell did I get so lucky?"
There was a smile on my face when sleep claimed me.

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	Oh wow, a third chapter.  That only took 6 months.  Lazy, moi?
More like unmotivated.  Until just yesterday, when I suddenly sat down and
wrote 7 pages.  Weird.  Despite the time lapse, I hope that you all enjoyed
the continuation of my story.  Please feel free to write, tell me you liked
it or it was boring, correct my grammar, compare this chapter the the
previous two... but please!  Flames destroy me!  Take pity, be kind.  :D

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