Part Forty-Four
Oz watched Iam fume after Corey left. “Woah, man, chill.”
“I know I should calm down, but I just can’t! He makes me so mad!”
“Why?”
“Because he’s a good-for-nothing prat,” said Iam as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Gotta have a real reason, man,” said Oz.
Iam sat there open-mouthed for a minute, unable to reply to that. Finally he said, “Well, bloody hell, you’re right. But I know he’s going to do something bad to Xander, even if all I have to go on is a gut feeling.”
“That’s cool, man.”
Xander and Corey locked themselves in the farthest stall. Xander pulled Corey close again and sucked on the other boy’s tongue eagerly. When Corey’s hands found their way back into the front of his pants, he moaned and broke the kiss. “We better hurry,” he panted. “Before someone comes in.”
Corey grinned in response and unfastened Xander’s pants. “Turn around,” he instructed. Xander obeyed, pulling his pants and boxers down and bracing himself by gripping the back of the toilet. Thankful that he happened to have some lube with him, Corey lubed his fingers and began preparing Xander. One finger, then two, Xander moaning loudly when Corey hit his prostate. “You gotta be quiet, Xander,” hissed Corey. “We don’t need company.”
“Yeah, now are you going to fuck me, or what?” panted Xander.
Corey quickly undid his pants and lubed his cock. “Ready?”
“Yeah, now come on…” moaned Xander.
Corey positioned himself and pressed his cock into Xander’s tight channel. He slid in slowly, making certain he wasn’t hurting Xander. Once in, he waited for Xander to move. Xander thrust back against him and Corey began a slow rhythm of thrusting.
Xander stifled his moans as Corey sped up his thrusts. They moved together for several minutes before Corey came with a muffled groan. Corey rested against Xander’s back for a minute, then stepped back, cleaning himself up and doing his pants back up. “Turn around,” he said, dropping to his knees.
Xander did so and his erection was sucked into Corey’s mouth. “God,” moaned Xander, placing one hand behind Corey’s head and bracing himself on the wall with the other. Corey moved the shaft in and out of his mouth, running his tongue along the underside. Xander muted his yell with a fist when he came into Corey’s willing mouth.
Corey got to his feet, helping Xander do his pants back up. “That was fun,” he said, as they exited the stall. He immediately headed to the mirror so that he could fix his hair.
“And we didn’t get caught,” snickered Xander.
Iam sat in the living room, working on his homework when Xander and Corey came through the door. “Hey,” said Xander.
“Hello,” said Iam absently, apparently engrossed in the algebra equation he was solving. If he couldn’t get rid of Corey, he was going to at least pretend he didn’t exist.
Xander pulled Corey through the living room into his bedroom, where they collapsed onto Xander’s bed. Corey pulled Xander close, “What do you wanna do?”
“I guess we could watch a movie,” said Xander, yawning. “Or we could take a nap. All that excitement earlier, I can’t stay awake.”
When Giles went to call them to supper, he saw the two curled up on the bed, Corey spooned behind Xander, holding onto the dark haired boy tightly.
Daithi knocked on Whitney’s bedroom door. “Whitney? Whit? Come on, let me in.”
“Go away,” came the muffled reply.
“No, I wanna talk to you, and if I have to do it through this door, I will. And then Aiden and Devon will hear it.”
Predictably the door opened, and Whitney appeared. “Fine,” he snapped, “but make it quick.”
‘Not if I have my way,’ thought Daithi as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.
Whitney sat on his desk chair, perched on the edge nervously. “Okay, so talk. Use your damn silver tongue and smooth everything out.”
“You think that’s what I’m here for?”
“Confuse ‘em and use ‘em, isn’t that what you do?” asked Whitney bitterly. “Maybe no one else ever noticed the parade of lovers you always had on the sly, but I’m not stupid or blind.”
Daithi said nothing, shocked.
“You always talk your way out of everything. Sometimes I think you should’ve been the lawyer, not Linds. So talk, Daithi, talk. Tell me what you think I want to hear to make this all better.”
Daithi walked over and knelt next to Whitney. “I’m not going to lie to you, Whit. Dammit, you’re my brother. Why the hell would I do that?”
“Why the hell would you lie to me? Well, why the hell would you… you…?” Whitney stopped, unable to voice it out loud.
“Because you were hurting, and you looked so alone…”
“Alone? Why not just say vunerable and susceptible to your ‘charms’?”
“Because that’s not what I was thinking! I was thinking that you were there and hurting and about to go crazy! I had to do something!”
“But that?!? I’m not… I don’t…” asked Whitney his voice rising even higher with panic and distress.
“But you liked it,” said Daithi, quietly, as though he was trying to convince himself. He waited for a moment, and when Whitney didn’t say anything, he stood and turned toward the door.
“Yes.”
The word was whispered and Daithi almost didn’t hear it. Stunned he turned back to Whitney.
Whitney locked eyes with Daithi. “I did.” He stood and hesitantly leaned forward, brushing his lips to Daithi’s in a tentative kiss.
Daithi pulled the blond man closer and deepened the kiss, using his tongue to part Whitney’s lips to plunder the wet heat of the younger man’s mouth. Guiding Whitney to the bed, Daithi broke the kiss to ask, “You gonna hate me when we’re through?”
“No,” breathed Whitney. To prove his point, he tugged his shirt off, then reached for Daithi’s. The older man allowed him to remove the garment before gently pushing him down onto the bed. Scooting back, Whitney gasped when Daithi’s body covered his, warm heat coursing through him everywhere the older man’s body touched his own. He ran his hands over Daithi’s back, reveling in the feel of velvety smooth skin. He opened his mouth eagerly when Daithi moaned and leaned in for another kiss.
Daithi broke the kiss, eliciting a groan of protest from Whitney. Caressing the younger man’s chest, he leaned down and pressed a line of kisses along Whitney’s jawline and down to his neck. Sucking, Daithi left a red welt before moving his mouth farther down onto Whitney’s chest. He flicked his tongue over one nipple, then nipped it lightly, drawing a gasp from his lover.
“Daithi,” moaned Whitney, when he felt one caressing hand dip down, tugging on the fastening to his jeans.
“Stop?” asked Daithi, immediately concerned.
“No, more…”
Daithi brought his mouth back up, delving into his lover’s sweet mouth, and nibbling lightly on Whitney’s lower lip as he undid both their pants. Whitney brought his hands up, tangling them in Daithi’s hair as he pushed his tongue into the older man’s mouth.
Again Daithi pulled away; this time moving completely off Whitney. “What?” asked Whitney, dazed.
“Pants off,” said Daithi huskily, removing his own, placing a tube of lube in a convenient place. He then tugged on the waistband of Whitney’s. Whitney obligingly lifted his hips, allowing Daithi to pull both jeans and boxers down and off.
Crawling up Whitney’s body slowly, Daithi took in the delectable sight of Whitney’s tousled hair, kiss-bruised lips, and lust-filled eyes. He stopped his movement when his face reached Whitney’s erection. Leaning down, he took in the head, running his tongue over it lightly. Whitney arched up, crying out at the unexpected action. Daithi began a steady rhythm of sucking as he grabbed the lubed and slicked his fingers.
Writhing and moaning under the assault of Daithi’s talented mouth and tongue, Whitney almost didn’t register the finger at his hole. He tensed slightly as it breached the tight ring of muscle, but relaxed as the finger continued to slide in slowly and then back out.
Daithi moved slowly, trying not to frighten Whitney. He added a second finger, pausing at Whitney’s hiss of pain. Moving his mouth off Whitney’s erection, he asked, “You want me to stop?”
Whitney shook his head. “No, I’m alright.”
Daithi started moving his fingers in and out, scissoring them to further stretch the virgin tight muscle. Crooking his fingertip, he thrust in, aiming for the prostate. Whitney convulsed and cried out loudly. Daithi supposed that might have been his name his lover yelled. “Like that?” he asked huskily as he added a third finger to his ministrations.
“God yes,” moaned Whitney. Then, “Daithi…” as the fingers disappeared and he was left feeling empty.
“Shh,” soothed Daithi, placing his lube-coated cock at Whitney’s entrance. Moving slowly, he pressed the head of his erection into the younger man. He stopped for a few seconds, then slowly pushed in until his cock was fully encased in Whitney’s tight channel.
Whitney shuddered, and Daithi paused, waiting. “Move,” begged Whitney, squirming slightly. Daithi pulled almost all the way out, then thrust back in slowly. He shifted slightly on his next thrust so that he hit Whitney’s prostate.
Keeping his movement slow, Daithi grasped Whitney’s cock and began to jerk the younger man off in time to his thrusts.
“Daithi,” moaned Whitney, “faster.”
The two moved faster, Whitney meeting each thrust with one of his own. The fire overtook them as they moved together for several minutes. Whitney felt his orgasm building and exploded, screaming Daithi’s name. Daithi thrust as deep as he could, spilling his seed into Whitney’s body and moaning a name into Whitney’s shoulder.
The two lay there for several minutes before Daithi moved so that he was spooned up behind Whitney and murmured quietly, “Night gorgeous.”
Whitney stroked the arm that was slung over his hip lightly, before closing his eyes, tears dripping silently. Was Daithi even aware that he had moaned Eoin’s name as he came?
“Ah, Daddy, so many things are going on!” said Dru happily, as they drove through the streets of Sunnydale.
“And just what are these things, Drucie?” asked Liam curiously. The things his daughter was saying, while nearly indecipherable nonetheless seemed to be important.
“Well, the kitty going to break the hold soon. He’s tired of be chained up and wants to hold onto his lifeline so that he doesn’t sink into the ocean of darkness. And the two that are brothers but not will fight with their hearts torn and breaking over the sweet one. And the one with the light inside will be hurt by the one with sharp claws. He makes them be what they don’t want to be, and tries to kill their light.”
“Alright, Lindsey, last chance,” said Vincent. “I’m not asking for you to commit any crimes here. I just want you to become the best lawyer you can be.”
“And if I agree to ‘behave,’” sneered Lindsey, “you’ll what? Only rape me and Jesse once a week?”
“I won’t do things that you’ll regret,” said Vincent. He gestured to the mirror-window. “Like this.”
Lindsey stared in abject horror as Eoin was literally dragged into the room. He winced as the thug let go of Eoin and he slumped to the ground. “Stop this,” said Lindsey weakly. “Don’t.”
“You know how to stop this,” said Vincent evenly, boredom evident in his voice. “We’ve been over this a few times.”
Lindsey tore his gaze away from the window. “You have my word. No more trying to run, no more trying to escape. I’ll do whatever you say, just stop hurting him.”
Vincent smiled cruelly, “I’m not sure if I believe you. You see, Lindsey, you’ve made promises before.”
“I don’t… What are you saying?”
“Sometimes a sacrifice must be made to attain what you want.”
Lindsey’s gaze slipped back to the window for a second. “You’re not making any sense,” he said desperately. “Please, tell them to stop!”
“You want to keep yourself safe, don’t you?”
“Yes,” said Lindsey in confusion.
“And you want to stay with Jesse and protect him, correct?”
“Of course,” came the immediate response.
And,” Vincent paused the sheer malice in his smile increasing tenfold, “you want to keep your family from harm, don’t you?”
Realization dawned on Lindsey. “You fucking bastard!”
“What’s it going to be, Lindsey?” Vincent stepped over to where Lindsey was standing and forced him to watch the brutal rape of his brother. “Save your brother and condemn everyone you love, including yourself, to pain and suffering… or make one sacrifice and be allowed a chance to fix the mess you’ve created?”