T. A. Chase

Firebird-Part Twenty-Three

Firebird copyright (c) 2006 TA Chase

Part Twenty-Three:

Rue kissed Vlatko back with all the pent up emotion he had inside. He hated talking about his mother and how she threw him away on the street. It made him revert to that five-year-old, feeling as if he was worthless. Surviving the first year on his own had been hard, but he learned valuable lessons and figured out just how tough he was.

Vlatko sipped from his mouth as if drinking the finest Tharanon wine. Rue moved, straddling Vlatko’s large thighs. They both moaned as their leather covered cocks rubbed against each other. He rocked, building the friction and heat. He didn’t want to take it slow. He needed Vlatko to take him hard and fast.

“Now.” Rue shot to his feet and ripped the buttons open on his pants. Tugging them down, he managed to get them off without falling over.

Vlatko didn’t say anything, just got naked. He seemed to understand how Rue was feeling. Vlatko stood, gesturing to Rue. Rue knelt on the couch, pressing his chest to the back of the furniture and offering his ass to the large man.

“Vlatko, I want you now,” Rue demanded when Valtko hesitated.

“I don’t want to hurt you, babe. We need some lube.” A rough hand caressed his ass.

Rue trembled. He didn’t want to wait. The pain didn’t scare him. He’d felt it before. He needed to have Vlatko buried deep in him. Shaking his head, he reached back, trying to grip Vlatko’s cock. “You won’t. I want you in me now. Don’t be gentle.”

The hot breath of Vlatko’s sigh warmed the nape of Rue’s neck. Thick fingers teased Rue’s hole, stroking the sensitive ring of muscles. He whimpered and arched his back, trying to get Vlatko to push those fingers in.

“Hush.”

Two digits slid in and he groaned, leaning his forehead down to rest on the cushions. There was some pain, but he breathed and relaxed his body. Soon Vlatko’s tips brushed over Rue’s gland.

“Shit.” Pleasure shot through him, overwhelming the pain.

Vlatko worked that spot for a few minutes until Rue was rocking back, fucking himself on Vlatko’s fingers. The big man murmured things into Rue’s ears, but the thief was slowly becoming lost in passion and lust. It was a shock when Vlatko pulled out, leaving Rue feeling empty.

“No,” he protested, his body begging for more.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll take care of you.”

He heard Vlatko spit and figured he was covering that wide cock with his own saliva to try and ease its way into Rue. For all that the man might have been a cold blooded killer, he did seem to take care of Rue, even when Rue didn’t want him to.

“Ready?”

The flared head of Vlatko’s cock rested at Rue’s opening. Rue nodded and pushed back as Vlatko rocked forward. The pain was almost too much to bear. He cried out and Vlatko stopped.

“I knew I should have gotten the lube. Just a second. I’m going to pull out and get it.”

“No.” Rue gritted his teeth and clenched his inner muscles. “Just keep going. It’ll be all right.”

“I’m hurting you.” A kiss brushed over the sweaty skin between Rue’s shoulder blades. “You’re the one person I’d never hurt in this entire fucking universe.”

He shook his head. “I’ve been hurt before.”

“Not by me.” Vlatko’s hands rested on Rue’s hips as he started to ease out.

“I need this to hurt, Vlatko. This time it needs to be me making the decision. Whenever it’s hurt before, it’s been because I’ve had no control over what was happening to me. By allowing you to do this to me, I’m take power.”

“So you’re exorcising some demon with me?”

Rue didn’t think Vlatko was angry. The man sounded more thoughtful than upset.

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

Vlatko slammed back in and Rue screamed. In seconds the pain was taken over by pleasure as Vlatko worked his cock’s head over Rue’s gland. He knew he would have bruises on his hips from where Vlatko’s fingers bit into his flesh. His balls tightened and pleasure pooled at the base of his spine. It wouldn’t be long now.

“Vlatko, I’m…”

One of those hard hands peeled off from his hips and fisted his cock in an almost painful grip. Two strokes in rhythm with Vlatko’s thrusts. Rue’s climax exploded through him. His vision darkened. He heard Vlatko grunt and cum filled his inner channel.

Just before he let the darkness take him, he reached back and stroked a trembling hand over Vlatko’s side. “Thank you.” Rue had an odd sense of security falling asleep in the arms of a killer.

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