Saving Rafe (Lords of Discord 2)

“My body is yours,” Rafe replied. He extended the hand holding the lube and placed it beside his knee, well within Philippe’s reach.

There was a low chuckle from Philippe, as if the other vampire didn’t miss Rafe’s careful distinction. Rafe was more than willing to hand his body over to Philippe’s loving care, but he could not promise any other parts of him. He suspected Philippe could at least respect his honesty.

A plastic snap was his only warning before slick fingers slid along his crack. Philippe’s other hand dug into his ass, kneading tense muscles while one lube-covered finger probed his hole. It had been a bit since he’d last allowed himself to be penetrated. He enjoyed it, but only with the right partner. And those so-called “right partners” seemed to be few and far between.

“Relax. Let me in,” Philippe whispered.

Rafe released a slow breath, trying to force stubborn muscles to relax, while ignoring the voice warning him that Philippe wanted inside of far more than his body. The sharp burn helped to shove that dark thought aside and he concentrated on just the feel of Philippe’s finger sliding into him, slowing stretching muscles. He reveled in his careful, almost teasing touch. It was as if Philippe knew exactly when to push forward, dancing elegantly along the line of pleasure and pain so that Rafe was close to losing his mind again.

He didn’t know how long Philippe worked him, but the fingers disappeared and the blunt head of his cock was suddenly at his entrance, pushing forward. The stretch was incredible, the pain and burn causing him to hiss and tense. A soothing hand caressed up his spine, easing away the bite of pain as he started to relax again. The heat coming from Philippe was incredible.

When Philippe was fully seated, Rafe could clearly feel the rub of jeans and the rough bite of the metal zipper teeth against his flesh. Philippe hadn’t finished getting undressed before starting to fuck him. He wanted to say something about the other vampire’s refusal to be completely naked with him. It wasn’t about an uncontrollable eagerness to fuck Rafe. He’d taken incredible care of stretching him. Philippe could have finished undressing.

Mentally he cursed himself. He’d let Philippe’s action convince him that he was really cared for, that he was precious, important. He let himself believe that he was Philippe’s equal, but the clothing kept them apart, separated. Philippe was still completely in control.

“You’re still dressed,” Rafe said. He’d wanted it to come out as a snarl, but there was no missing the sound of betrayal in his words.

“Trust me, mon amour. Trust me,” Philippe whispered.

Rafe clenched his eyes closed and dropped his forehead to the pillow in front of him. He wanted to curse himself a fool, but Philippe started to move. Each thrust was strong and slow, pushing him even deeper into his body. Against his will, Rafe moaned, loving the feel of every inch of that cock stretching him. He was so fucking full, it was amazing. Philippe’s strong arms wrapped around him, one crossed diagonally over his chest while the other wrapped around his waist so that he could clasp Rafe’s dick. Every thrust pushed him into that lube-covered grip, driving him closer to another orgasm.

Blocking out all thought, Rafe concentrated on the pleasure, the slick slide of Philippe’s sweat-covered skin along his back. Broken words that Rafe couldn’t quite make out came from Philippe. Some of them sounded as if they were French, but he wasn’t sure. Couldn’t even try to make it out over the pounding of his heart in his ears.

“Please, Philippe. Harder. Fuck me harder,” he begged past the lump of self-loathing that had grown in his throat. This was what he’d wanted. It was all that he offered Philippe. His body. All he could give anyone. If pleasure was all he could have, then he would revel in it. He couldn’t let it matter that Philippe was still holding himself apart, that he didn’t trust Rafe while he continually prodded Rafe for his trust.

Philippe shifted just enough that his next thrusts hammered into Rafe’s prostate. The world whited out in intense pleasure, and he screamed as his orgasm tore through him. Muscles clenched and his cum shot out, covering Philippe’s hand as he continued to stroke Rafe’s dick.

A second shout echoed through the room, and Rafe could feel Philippe pumping himself into Rafe. His arm tightened across Rafe’s chest and somehow through it all, Rafe could feel Philippe’s heart pounding against him in a desperate bid to break free.

Seconds later, they collapsed in a sweaty and panting heap in the twisted blankets. Slowly they pulled apart and shifted so that they were both lying on their sides, facing each other. Rafe blinked and some of the earlier bitterness faded to see the carefree, happy look on Philippe’s beautiful face. The vampire always looked young, but his old age and countless worries gave an added weight to his eyes. But for once, it was all missing. He looked young and free as he stared back at Rafe with such open joy.