Chapter 15

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” Dion spoke, watching Andreas as the blond stood there, with his hand on the door knob.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Andreas nodded. “For what is worth, though, Dion, thank you. You’re really a swell guy. Who knows? Maybe back in Drena, we could have been friends.”

“We’re friends now,” Dion offered and was rewarded with a small smile.

“Friends ... Yes, I’m ok with being friends. Take care of John for me, will you?”

“You know I will,” Dion embraced him shortly.

After Andreas left, he headed back to the bedroom. Slowly, careful not to wake up the other, he slid under the covers. As John moved in his sleep, a bear like arm landed on top of him. Dion moved a little, trying to adjust to the weight, but the arm grabbed him and pulled him tighter towards the sleeping man. Apparently, there was no escape for him.

He shook John, gently at first, then more energetically. Eventually, the man woke up.

“Is it morning already?” John mumbled.

“No, not yet, but you’re heavy,” Dion complained, but he was smiling.

John blinked and looked around. “Is he gone?” he asked, and Dion didn’t have to guess who John was speaking about.

“Yes.”

“Good,” John replied, without hiding a sigh of contentment.

“Hey!” Dion punched his arm.

“What?” the man looked at him confused.

“I thought you wanted him!”

“For a fuck, yeah, but not as a fixture,” John spoke so genuinely, that Dion burst into laughter.

Now John was awake. With a small growl, he rose and grabbed Dion by the shoulders, pushing him into the mattress.

“Now, I should really have a talk with you, young man,” he threatened, and Dion stuck his tongue at him.

“You’re not that old,” the redhead retorted.

“Older than you, that’s all you need to know. Stop changing the subject. Now, enlighten me. Why did you call Andreas over?”

“It’s too late to have regrets,” Dion glared.

“I don’t. So did you tell him to leave or did he leave on his own?”

“He left because he wanted to. I tried to stop him, but...”

“Why stop him? Do you need extra help in the kitchen?” John raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“No,” Dion shifted, feeling a bit uncomfortable under John’s intense gaze. “Because I thought you and he...”

“There is no he and I, Dion. There’s only you and I. Understood?”

Something in John’s tone bore no contra-argument. Dion nodded. John continued to keep him there, with a thoughtful expression on his harsh face.

“Dion,” John started. “It was a nice surprise, but let’s leave it at that. Did I want to fuck Andreas? Yes, I did. But he went away, and I have no intention to have him back. The place is taken, and you should know better that I would not trade you for the world. Also, I am definitely against any kind of drama in my home. I had enough of it. Now, I want you to tell me, clear and straight to my face, if you feel like I’m not enough for you.”

Dion’s eyes grew wide. “W-what?” he stammered. “I thought it was the other way! I thought I won’t be enough for you!”

John chuckled softly. “Really?” he grabbed a few fiery strands and wrapped them around his fingers. “You’re fucking gorgeous. And you always let me have my way with you. Every day, every time I need you. I should really get worried that I might break you.”

“You cannot break me,” Dion protested feebly, fascinated with the intense look in John’s dark eyes.

“Yes, it looks like resilience is among your many qualities...” John cooed, while planting small kisses over Dion’s face.

“What qualities?” the redhead questioned. He might have looked pathetic for asking to be complimented, but he was hungry for it.

“Well, besides the fact that you are an absolute stunner, and that gets me in trouble at least a few times daily...”

“How is that getting you into trouble?” Dion murmured, feeling a small giddy sensation growing in his chest.

“Mainly because guys at work keep pestering me with questions, like how good are you in bed, and if I’d be willing to share ... Yeah, in your dreams, fuckers!” John became a little agitated, and Dion hurried to caress the man’s cheeks, covered in short stubble, and calm him down.

“Anyways, you are everything the doctor ordered from top to bottom,” John let one hand wander over Dion’s lithe form, caressing a naked hip and sliding beneath to cup the redhead’s nicely shaped buttocks. “And what a nice bottom you have,” he joked. “But it’s more to you than just looks.”

“Is it?” Dion whimpered softly. He wanted to hear more, but he was this close to beg John to take him. He seriously doubted the man could handle a conversation while ramming the redhead’s bum hard and fast, as he liked it.

“You’re kind. You’re generous. You’re a great cook, and you know how to listen. You’re smart, and you always come up with ideas that would never cross my mind. You are good with people. But not even all these can explain.”

“Can explain what?” Dion muttered, as John’s mouth hovered closely to his.

“Why each time you look at me with those large warm eyes of yours, my heart starts beating faster. This has never happened to me before.”

“Not even with Andreas?”

“Not even with him. I wanted to fuck him. Yes, I did. But, from the first time I saw you looking at me, that day, in the cafeteria...”

“You remember!” Dion said excited.

“Of course I do. Stop interrupting,” he warned, and the redhead bit his lips. John’s calloused fingers brushed over his mouth. “That first time told me that I was in deep trouble. That if you were ever to get close to me, I’d fight a losing battle.”

“Why? Why a losing battle?”

“I got a taste of bad medicine when I met Andreas. I thought I learned my lesson. I was seriously trying to tell myself you were just temptation in flesh and blood. That you were going to mess with my head and leave, too. I was pretty sure I wanted to stay away. But then you chose me, and there was no escape for me. Yet, the fool I was ... I still tried to fight my attraction for you. You seemed so eager to please, and that really got on my nerves, because I was running out of arguments. The only way I could protect myself was to see you as little as possible.”

“Protect yourself?” Dion giggled. “You’re double my size.”

“And still you bring me to my knees. How do you explain that?” John challenged him, while pushing the covers aside and planting himself between Dion’s long legs.

“I do not do such things,” Dion denied sheepishly.

“You’re still blushing,” John kissed his cheeks slowly, while sneaking one hand between them, so he could guide his cock towards the secret entrance he was so enthralled with. “Why?”

“I’m not sure I deserve such praise,” Dion murmured, feeling unsure and hesitant.

“You do. You deserve everything and more,” John started to push inside, as Dion adjusted his position to allow the intrusion. “You deserve, Dion, because you made me fall in love with you.”

For the briefest of seconds, Dion could swear his heart stopped beating. As John’s tongue probed his mouth, while his cock sheathed itself in Dion’s body, the redhead breathed deeply. In the man’s arms, he was whole again. He was whole as he had never been in his entire life. He could not remember a time in his life, when he had felt so happy, not even as a kid. He threw his long arms to embrace the mountain of heat pouring over him, inside him, filling him. He had John, and John loved him. Everything bad he had ever felt in his life disappeared; there was nothing else but the absolute sensation of happiness that was unfurling in his chest.

He kissed John back with all his might. “I love you, John,” he spoke, when they had to stop and fight for air. “You are the one for me.”

The man didn’t need any more incentive. As he voiced his release inside Dion’s body, met by the redhead’s natural spasms of his own orgasm, they both knew the world outside their small home didn’t matter. The honesty of their emotions flooded them, making them feel clean, reborn anew, in a better place, built only by them.

~A Good Servant~

Ayn surely was a cocky one, Xavier observed his partner with the corner of his eye. With an arm thrown over Xavier’s shoulders, Ayn was animatedly talking to everyone they happened to meet. Xavier could hardly shake off the sensation that the guy was parading him all over the place, looking forward to cause the others’ envy. Apparently, the others had no intention to disappoint Ayn, either, and they were loudly voicing their opinions.

“You finally let your man out of the cave, Ayn?” one questioned, while his eyes raked over Xavier’s body, like he was trying to scan him or something.

“Yeah, aren’t you afraid he’s going to get stolen, now?” another butted in, eyeing Xavier in a manner that left little to the imagination in regards to the man’s intentions.

“You’re free to try,” Ayn waved his free hand, but he instantly pulled Xavier closer with the other. “I hope you are already making plans on how to dance a dickless jig,” he threatened, and the guys laughed.

Xavier could not exactly tell whether they were just bantering or really wanted to make a pass at him. These men here were like no others he had met before. And he had thought himself to be a good judge of character. Ayn’s place had different rules.

The men were not the worst, though. When a tall, slim brunette jumped in Ayn’s arms, making the man lose his grip on Xavier for a short while, the former ruler of Drena could swear he wanted back to his “cave”.

“Ayn, I heard you were back! Why didn’t you come by?” she pouted.

Xavier rolled his eyes. The brunette was talking to Ayn, but she was looking at him shamelessly. Xavier couldn’t make much of the way she looked at him. He had met very few women, and even then, he had not conversed much with them. For him, they were strange creatures, of which, he would not have normally admitted, he was a bit afraid.

To his displeasure, Ayn’s hands came to rest on the woman’s tiny waist. “As you see, Myra, I am a bit busy,” the man gestured towards Xavier.

Apparently, the woman took the gesture as indication she could inspect Xavier closer. Even worse, touch him. She rested her hands on Xavier’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes. She didn’t look an inch impressed with all the disdain gathered in eyes the color of the storm.

“I’ve heard you’ve taken a male lover, so I was intrigued,” she smiled sweetly, while she was practically devouring Xavier with her eyes.

Xavier knew it would have been impolite to shake off the woman’s touch. He was wondering, though, if there was any common sense rule against wanting to strangle her on the spot. The familiarity with which she was talking to his Ayn was making him short of a fuse.

“But, seeing how fine he is...” she bit her bottom lip, and laughed. “ ... I cannot hold it against you. You really got yourself a looker. Even so, this should not make you a stranger. Bring him along and stop by my place. The girls will go crazy over him,” she emphasized the last words.

“I am afraid we will have to decline your invitation,” Xavier spoke thinly.

Her dark eyes grew wide and then she burst into laughter. “Wow, Ayn, he’s a tough cookie, isn’t he?” she barely managed.

The good part was that she had eventually let go of his shoulders.

Ayn took his place again, by Xavier’s side. “Sorry, Myra, you heard what my love here said. Maybe some other time. Plus, instruct the girls to keep their hands to themselves.”

“Or what?” Myra flicked her long mane over her shoulder. “I heard you’re ready to fight all the guys in Haven, if there was one crazy enough to lay a finger on your sweetheart. But what are you going to do against a bunch of horny girls?”

Ayn seemed to ponder for a bit. “Against them? Nothing. But I’ll have to put Xav under key again. And then he will be miserable and hate all of you.”

“Oh,” Myra smirked. “Hitting below the belt, aren’t you? All right, they will behave. After all, unlike the guys, we’re satisfied with just having the pleasure to see him. Just come by some time.”

Turning to Xavier, she caressed his cheek shortly. “Xav, is that your name, cutie?”

Before Xavier could say anything, Ayn answered. “For you, it’s Xavier. I am the only one to call him Xav.”

The brunette giggled. “Ayn, you’re really in love, aren’t you?”

Xavier stole a furtive glance in Ayn’s direction. He held his breath, waiting for his partner’s answer. Ayn did nothing but laugh. Unlike Xavier, Myra thought she heard a ‘yes’, according to her reaction.

“Oh, just wait until the girls hear this! It was time for mighty Ayn to be brought to his knees! I’ll drink in the honor of your love tonight!”

She winked at Xavier. “Later, Xav!”

“Xa-vi-er,” Ayn shouted after her, but she ran away laughing.

“Can you please enlighten me what is she to you?” Xavier said on a far more accusing tone than he had intended in the first place.

Ayn cocked his head to one side and stared at him. “Why do you care?” he challenged, and Xavier could swear he could hear his own teeth grinding.

“She was obviously very familiar and she took some liberties in touching me,” Xavier continued.

Ayn shrugged. “So? Myra touches everyone. Be thankful she didn’t cradle you in her arms and smooch you to death.”

The guy started laughing seeing the horrified expression painted on Xavier’s face. “Oh, that’s right. You don’t have women in that weird city of yours. They’re a lot of fun,” he winked and the former Ruler of Drena chose to ignore him.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what kind of fun?” Ayn got closer and touched Xavier’s waist.

“I am not at all interested in your dealings with girls,” Xavier glared in turn, but didn’t shake off the touch.

Ayn took that as an invitation to invade his partner’s space even more. Soon enough, their lips were locked together and they were kissing right there, in the middle of the street.

A lewd whistle interrupted them. Both stared in anger at the intruder.

“Ayn, what the hell, man? Didn’t you have enough time to tell your girlfriend goodbye?” a man in his late 20s inquired. His words seemed angry, but his eyes were laughing.

Xavier measured him from head to toes. His clothes were covered in dust and the man must have seen better days himself. He was rugged, with long, entangled hair that could easily become a home for birds. Xavier could not say he would have been surprised to see a flock of birds flying away from the guy’s twisted strands.

Even so, he was not entirely unappealing. His eyes were light in color, somewhere between green and blue, and made a strong contrast against his tanned skin. The fine wrinkles around the man’s eyes said the guy was really enjoying his laughs, as well as long journeys across the desert. He was a piece of work, and Xavier could not feel any antipathy towards him.

“Marcus, my man,” Ayn let go of his lover to embrace the intruder in a manly hug. “I thought you were still out there,” he gestured in a vague direction.

“Came back, found out you got yourself a man,” the man named Marcus looked at Xavier over Ayn’s shoulder. “Where did you get him? Dress him up all you like, it’s like he’s screaming that he’s not from around here.”

“I am, as you can see, present,” Xavier punctuated his words with a studied sigh, “so there is no need to talk about me in the third person. Any question you might have can be addressed directly.”

Marcus laughed wholeheartedly. “If that’s the case, who’s on top? Did you get to bugger Ayn here really good? He always looks like he needs a good shag.”

Xavier’s jaw went slack. He was about to say something, when Ayn intervened. “Of course I’m on top, what the hell do you think I am,” he pushed Marcus playfully. “And before starting asking other stupid questions, yes, he’s all mine, and I’m not going to share. Live with it.”

“I wasn’t going to ask that!” Marcus grinned, a clear sign that Ayn’s suspicions were totally right. “Anyways, Ayn, I’d love to chat you up, guys, but we need to get going. If you’re game, I’m leaving now.”

Ayn stole a quick glance in Xavier’s direction. “I’m game, as always. Xav, you’re coming, too.”

Marcus snorted. “Yeah, right. Leave Mr. Gorgeous Ass here. He’d only slow us down.”

“He won’t. He needs to come,” Ayn insisted.

Marcus sighed. “All right, but he’s on you. If anything happens, I’ll leave your sorry asses behind like there’s no tomorrow. Don’t count on me.”

“Like you’d ever leave someone behind,” Ayn said all knowingly. “Should I remind you how you dragged me along half the desert, with a bullet in my thigh? Why didn’t you feed me to the coyotes?”

“I doubted they would have liked your flesh. Plus, you have tough skin. The pour coyotes would have broken their teeth in you,” the man grinned and Xavier felt a bout of sympathy washing over him.

“And coyotes are your long forgotten kin,” Ayn said ironically, but he was grinning, too.

“Who knows? I’ve fucked some strange creatures in my life,” Marcus joked. “One of the damned women I’ve brought to bed could have been half coyote, for all I care. I only know I’ve been drunk plenty of times to not remember such details as too hairy legs or too many legs.”

Even Xavier felt compelled to laugh. This Marcus guy really sounded like a good friend of Ayn, and Xavier felt like he could trust him.

“So, is he getting a gun?” Marcus questioned. “Sorry,” he turned towards Xavier, “is Your Majesty getting a gun?” he faked a bow, balancing his enormous frame in a comical curtsy.

“Not yet. He needs to prove himself, just like anyone else,” Ayn spoke and threw Xavier a strange look.

“If I am to come along, I should at least be informed of what is expected of me,” Xavier said with a glare directed at Ayn.

“What is expected?” Marcus scratched his head. “Basically, we go in, we hit, we take everything we can, and we run.”

Xavier looked at the man, obviously confused. “Where?”

“The first city we find that is not ours, and has nice fat warehouses waiting to be plundered.”

“Oh,” was the only short reply Xavier could issue.

“Are you ready?” Marcus slapped his hands together.

“I was born ready,” Ayn boasted. “Xav?”

“Am I going to be involved in some criminal activities?” he questioned, trying to stall for time.

Ayn chuckled. “Well, if you consider shopping without paying, criminal activities, then this is exactly what we are going to do. You can always stay at home, if you want. Or I could leave you with Myra. She’ll drive you crazy, but you’ll be safe with the girls.”

The prospect was not a very attractive one for Xavier. He dismissed Ayn’s proposal with a flick of his wrist. “I think I prefer the criminal activities. I am afraid spending even just a couple of minutes in that woman’s company will drive me to do something regretful.”

Marcus was howling with laughter. “Did Myra scare him really well?”

“He’s exaggerating. He hasn’t seen many girls in his life.”

“Really?” Marcus looked at Xavier, clearly surprised.

“He’s from Drena,” Ayn said shortly and realization dawned on Marcus’s face.

“Then he may want to learn what real fun looks like,” Marcus offered and gestured for the other two to follow him.