The Brotherhood - Believe It Or Not Part 7

"Yes," he breathed.

"Good,good boy." Martin rewarded him with a kiss. "'Come now; what masques, what dances shall we have, to wear away this long age...? What revels are in hand?'"

"Shakespeare again? Must be contagious." Martin laughed, a rippling peal of mirth. "The Bard had his own particular magic. Why do you think they call him immortal? We have the words, the moonlight, the magery, and me. And you." He bent down to trace his tongue beneath each ofHarrison 's eyes. Ooh, kinky. "I talk too much. Let's not waste any more time, hmm?"

"No,"Harrison breathed. This felt wonderful. "What do I do?"

"Just let go."

"Let go."

"Just feel."

"Feel."

"l.u.s.t."

"l.u.s.t..."

"Yes," Martin whispered.Harrison wouldn't have looked away from the man if he could -- and he could have, he knew. He simply didn't want to. Martin was all that mattered at the moment. "Let me taste you as much as I want."

Harrisonopened his mouth for another kiss, but Martin chuckled and tapped his chin.

"Not the kind of taste I was talking about, but don't worry, we'll get to that soon enough. No. I want to test the flavor of your scent. There are whiffs of this and that which intrigue me."

"Smell? I smell?"

"Only like good things. Such a non-believer, Harrison. Makes it doubly interesting to find you're drenched in magics. You never had a clue, did you? Or have you? We'll see. Hold still."

Magics? But... magic isn't real...Harrisonthought hazily, then forgot to think entirely when Martin pressed his nose to the nape ofHarrison 's neck and inhaled, moving up in a long, smooth line. He didn't snuff like a dog, the wayHarrison had half expected, taking instead a single deep breath.

"Oh. Oh, now." Martin bitHarrison 's earlobe.Harrison shuddered delicately. Into the sh.e.l.l above, the Magician whispered, "The Night Mare likes you, doesn't she?"

"Night Mare? Night-mare? Nightmares? Dreams. I have dreams..."

"I'm sure you do, poor thing. Fortunately, I smell something much tastier and with greater power.

You're double-blessed. The smell of the incubus is rich on your skin, but you've known him for a while, so that's to be expected. The extra spice, though, it's truly delicious. Dangerous, but exciting. Lilith's put Her own mark on you. s.e.x piled on top of s.e.x. Who knows why she chose you, but all the better for me. And you."

"Lilith?"Harrison mumbled, vaguely baffled. "She's a myth." "Whatever you say. I know what I know, and you will, too, soon. Right now, I think I'm tired of waiting." Martin rubbed againstHarrison 's chest. "How about we get rid of some of these clothes, lovely?"

Harrisonsagged in relief, minus the single part of him that stood up straight and saluted the idea. "Yes,"

he agreed, although he wasn't sure how they'd get naked, seated as they were.

But I don't jump into bed with strangers. He giggled drunkenly.For him, I'll make an exception.

Why not?

"Shh, shh, no more thinking." Martin kissedHarrison 's forehead. A sense of peace radiated from the touch of the man's lips. "There, that's better. Now come with me."

Nimble as a cat, the Magician slipped offHarrison 's lap and took him by the hand. "Follow my lead."

Harrisonstood. "Anywhere." He paused. "Where, exactly?"

"The rug will do."

"Hard floor."

"You'll be pleasantly surprised."

"Okay,"Harrison agreed, happy to take Martin at his word. He followed the Magician onto his Hindi rug, and was both startled at how deeply soft and plush it was, yet not at all ruffled at the same time.

Deja vu, deja vu. "Mmm. Nice."

"A favorite of mine. Now." Martin pushed and tugged atHarrison until they lay positioned exactly so.

"I've got plans for you, pet, but I think we'll go slowly. This first time can just be ordinary." He grinned wickedly. "I actually expect it'll be extraordinary, but you know what I mean."

Harrisonfound the strength to roll his eyes. "Martin?"

"Yes, pet?"

"You really do talk too much. Kiss me?"

Martin purred. He held his finger across his lips and then touched the same finger toHarrison 's lips.

Harrisonlost all desire to speak and didn't care a bit.

Martin tappedHarrison 's shoulder to indicate where he'd start, then began undoingHarrison 's shirt b.u.t.tons with neat, nimble movements. For every new bit of skin bared, Martin kissed the spot, licking and then sucking with gusto. Hickeys in the making. But who cared? NotHarrison .

He reached for Martin to return the favor, but Martin shook his head, looking both mischievous and wise.Harrison didn't bother to complain because Martin had risen and decided to move on toHarrison 's pants. They were simple to open, just a b.u.t.ton and a zipper. The freedomHarrison felt when Martin pulled the material down almost made him whimper.

Almost. His underwear was still in the way of total bliss. Martin snickered, presumably at the sightofHarrison 's neat white Y-fronts.Harrison favored him with a dozy glare, but that didn't stop Martin from snapping the waistband with a cackle.

He forgave Martin when the Magician stopped playing around and tugged the BVDs down aroundHarrison 's knees.Harrison couldn't help groaning as his erection was finally released from its prison. Pure relief, along with hope-laced antic.i.p.ation.

Martin traced his finger down the length ofHarrison 's c.o.c.k, picking out a pattern in the ropy veins, cuppedHarrison 's b.a.l.l.s long enough for a measuring squeeze. Then, he dipped into the clear liquid that was building on the head ofHarrison 's d.i.c.k. He pushed that finger into his mouth and smiled in blissful satisfaction.

Please, please, please,Harrison thought.Suck me. Please? He'd die if Martin didn't do something besides toy with him, and soon.

Martin seemed to know whatHarrison was thinking.Or he's a good guesser , the tiny rational corner ofHarrison 's mind suggested.Harrison told that fragment of functional brain to shut its yap and waited, quivering, to see what the Magician would do next. Suck? LetHarrison undress him in turn? Hand job?

He'd take just about anything, so long as Martin didsomething .

Bi-colored eyes twinkling, Martin lifted his hand to cover the top half ofHarrison 's face. "I'm breaking the rules by talking, but hey, presto," he whispered after a pause, before he moved back.

Martin had somehow shed his own clothes without any sound and was totally naked.

Harrisongaped, first in shock and then in awe. Golden and smooth as a G.o.d, just the way Liam had idly described Martin back whenHarrison didn't know who Martin was. Leanly muscled from corded arms to long, firm legs. Almost no body hair. In the middle, the piece de resistance: the Magician's c.o.c.k. A nice big mouthful or handful -- depending on preference -- dark with arousal and jutting out in silent command.

Without stopping to question himself,Harrison moved to his knees. He was momentarily confused again by how right it felt to be there and glanced up in silent question.

Martin made hushing, soothing noises in response and began pettingHarrison 's head, settling him back down. WhenHarrison was calm again, Martin used his other hand to urgeHarrison closer to his groin, making it pretty d.a.m.n clear what he wanted.

With pleasure.

Harrisonwas out of practice, so his approach turned out to be a little clumsy, but he managed to take the head of his lover's c.o.c.k in his mouth and suck with eager determination. He tasted the saltiness of the Magician's pre-come, rolled the slick fluid on his tongue.

Martin hissed and tightened his fingers inHarrison 's hair. Encouraged,Harrison tried taking in a little more c.o.c.k, and when he didn't choke, still more.

"I'm breaking the rules again," Martin gasped. "My game, though. I call the shots, and I'll call them out loud if I want to. Get me wet,Harrison . Get me good and wet."

Thank you; it's d.a.m.ned hard not to s...o...b..r when you're not used to this.Harrison let himself gowild, slathering Martin's c.o.c.k with saliva and, not coincidentally, savoring the rich, musky flavor of the man's tissue-soft skin over its hard core.

Experimenting,Harrison reached for Martin's b.a.l.l.s and let the heavy, pendulous sac that encased them rest in his palm. G.o.d, he'd forgotten how good it felt to cup another man's jewels. You had to handle them exactly right, not too roughly and not too gently. After a moment's consideration and some careful exploration, he figured out the way to play and began rolling the nuts together, fascinated by his new trick.

Martin swore under his breath and pushed atHarrison . "Enough. Enough. Stop. Move back."

Harrisonautomatically obeyed, but when he'd had his last taste and Martin's wet c.o.c.k was free, he looked up woefully. They weren't finished already, were they?

"No, not done yet." Martin strokedHarrison 's hair as if he were patting a dog. His expression, whichHarrison had grown accustomed to seeing as genial and playful and cheerful, hardened abruptly.

The Magician glittered with a sudden air of dominance and determination. "Stand up. Turn around. Walk toward the wall and put your hands on the stones. Spread your legs wide. Do it."

Harrisonfound himself complying. Deep inside, the little piece of rationality, which wouldnot be quiet, protested that he, Harrison, did not ask "how high?" when someone said "jump." He was a top. Firmly established as a top in all relationships. So why was it so easy and felt so good to let himself a.s.sume the role of the bottom?

Peculiar. Amazing. Wonderful.

Harrisonreached the wall and did as he'd been instructed. The cold of the stones felt delicious against his over-warm skin. Heedless of any past experience or good sense or, indeed, any kind of sense, he stood with his thighs parted wide and his feet firmly planted on the hard floor.

He was barefoot. When had that happened?

"I like bare feet," Martin said softly, just behindHarrison .Harrison flinched, once again not having heard the other man move. "You're doing so well. Your body obeys as sweetly as I'd hoped with just a few walls torn down. You want this, you know it, and you're all but begging for it. Perfect. I want it, too. But I won't hurt you. Here."

Two of Martin's long, elegant fingers slipped between the crease ofHarrison 's a.s.s and stroked around the tight, truly virgin pucker of his hole.

f.u.c.k!Harrisonhad been fingered before but hadn't really enjoyed it. Martin's teasing touch made him want to buck and holler, made him ache to come just from being toyed with.

"I'll be the first man ever inside you," Martin said approvingly. "Better be doubly sure you're taken care of, then. Don't worry. You won't come until I tell you to. Enjoy." Suddenly sopping wet, those fingers ran circles aroundHarrison 's hole until the entrance was slick as oil, then pushed inside.

Harrisoninhaled sharply. He had, in the back of his mind, been expecting pain -- but, no, he didn't even feel a twinge. There was only pleasure instead, pleasure building into amazing bliss and a burning need to empty his b.a.l.l.s. But not yet. Martin had said not yet.

"Yes, yes, good boy, good pet." Martin withdrew his fingers and then partedHarrison 's a.s.s cheeks with slippery hands. "You'll enjoy this if you let yourself. And you will, won't you?"

"Yes, Master." The words popped out without any thought.Harrison felt mildly shocked but didn't have time to puzzle over what he'd said.

Martin bit down on his shoulder, just hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to break the skin, and pushed his c.o.c.k slowly forward insideHarrison 's channel.

Both of them breathed out in a long, heavy sigh.

"You amaze me," Martin murmured.

"I amaze myself."

Martin chuckled. "Probably do. Now, take me,Harrison . Take every inch of me, and love it."

AndHarrison did. He couldn't stop himself from wondering about the lack of any pain, but as Martin thrust in and out, gradually picking up the pace,Harrison felt nothing butfull andohG.o.dohG.o.dsogood . He heard himself utter desperate whimpers whenever his lover withdrew, pushing his a.s.s back for more.

Martin gave that a.s.s a hard slap, which, instead of infuriatingHarrison , made him wail with a shock of l.u.s.t. G.o.d! He had never been so close to coming for so long. Hanging on to the edge like this astonished him with how thrilling it could be, but every time Martin pulled a move like that, he lurched a little closer to the peak.

Harrisonheard a voice babbling, pleading for release, and realized it was his own. He didn't feel embarra.s.sed. The need to come was too great to worry about making a fool out of himself. "Please, please, please, please, please..."

Martin worriedHarrison 's neck playfully with his teeth. He reached around to graspHarrison 's c.o.c.k and gave it a tormenting, light stroke. "Now."

Harrisonbellowed as he shot, striping the wall with his s.p.u.n.k. Martin crooned words of encouragement and incomprehensible mumblings as he thrust again and then let out a deep moan as he filledHarrison 's a.s.s with liquid heat.

The road to normalcy was delayed and full of stumbling blocks, butHarrison finally found his way to an even keel. He was sweating, great fat drops rolling down his face and chest, heaving for air, and shaking in every muscle.

Harrison's legs trembled as his rational mind raced back to him.What the... what the h.e.l.l did I just do? Why? How did I let this happen?

"I know," Martin said, not letting him go. "You're going to want to talk now, and there'll be all sorts of yelling. Fine, I can cope. Just let me pull out of your a.s.s first." Martin gave said a.s.s another hard spank, then faced him asHarrison turned around.

"You hypnotized me,"Harrison accused, grasping at straws. There had to be a reason why he'd given inso readily. Some explanation for why he'd been putty in Martin's hands. Why he'd felt blissfully drunk on a handful or three of words.

"Did not."

"I don't believe you. Was it the vodka? I had some vodka. Lily brought me a cup. Did you drug the drink?"

"Lily?" Martin c.o.c.ked his head. "Who? And heavens, no, no drugs."

"d.a.m.n it, you influenced me somehow. I know you did!"

"Maybe a little. A dash of enchantment. I told you I would. I also told you you'd feel wonderful when you let your walls down. And you did. Kind of easy to tell when it's been good for a man, if you know what I mean. Like I said, it's magic, baby." Martin waggled his eyebrows, a moveHarrison found simultaneously annoying yet s.e.xy as h.e.l.l, d.a.m.n him.

"You -- you --" he sputtered.

"Me. Me." Martin forestalled the gathering wrath ofHarrison 's intended rant by grinning like an imp.

"So. What do you think about magicnow ?"

Chapter Five.