Page 34 of Angels of the Night

CHAPTER 26

An almost tangible silence took over the room following the man's question, making his heart sink. After only a few seconds, Saint took one of Zachary's hands, held it for a bit, then, without a word, pressed his lips on it with such ardent devotion. At the same time, Caleb chastely kissed Zachary's temple, whispering sweet words of endearment into his ear.

When Saint released his lover's hand, the man felt the wetness the other one's tears left behind and gazed worriedly over his face. There was so much heartbreak, joy, passion, sadness, warmth, repressed pain and a million other emotions there, that Zachary felt his heart full of happiness and sorrow at the same time.

“Yes, my love, my sweet, my precious, I want you in my life, forever and always, until the end of time. And I want Caleb, too, if he hasn’t changed his mind about the three of us being together.” Saint fell silent, kissing Zachary's fingertips, one by one.

“I can't imagine my life without the two of you in it, not now, not ever. It would be empty and meaningless. You, Saint, were my first crush. I had never fallen in love before, and the fact that you were giving me attention made me feel special. You, Zachary, stepped in and helped me when I needed it the most and took care of me afterwards. Yes, I want both of you, I need your presence and love you with all my heart and soul.”

Caleb's words moved Zachary to the very core of his soul, and it took a little until he could regain his speech. “Thank you, my most beloved! Tonight, of all nights, I need you both. I want you to...” The man stopped, unsure of how to continue.

“Yes, baby, talk to us, express yourself. Tell me and Caleb what you want, and we will give it to you.” Saint's voice, barely a whisper, made Zachary to put all his hesitations aside.

“I need Caleb inside me, and your lips all over my body. I want to surrender myself to you with mind, body and soul, to put my past, present and future in your hands.”

Saint slowly nodded in understanding, the blond young man imitating him. Zachary's words unleashed a storm of emotions inside Caleb, who needed some time to assimilate and process them. The strong, loyal, caring, intelligent man who rescued his life and listened to him talking about his love for another trusted Caleb so much, that he wanted to bottom for him.

The blond moved on the bed, kneeling between Zachary's legs and, taking a pillow, placed it under the man, maintaining eye contact all the time. From the bits and pieces his boyfriend slipped into the many conversations they had, Caleb suspected the man was the victim of sexual abuse. According to his brother-in-law Alasdair, the reassuring look in their partner's eyes made the survivors feel safe, relevant, important, helping them relax.

In spite of recently starting his sexual life again, the almost seven years of total abstinence made Zachary very tight, and Caleb took his time preparing him for the intrusion. All this time, Saint delicately kissed the jawline, neck, chest and torso of his first love, leaving behind a wet trail and distracting Zachary from Caleb's actions.

The blond circled his boyfriend's hole with his lube-coated index, making the pucker quiver as he gently pushed the digit through the tight ring of muscles. The in-and-out moves caused a slight relaxation of the channel's walls, allowing Caleb to insert a second finger, also coated with a generous amount of lube.

At some point, the young man curled his fingers, searching for Zachary's sweet spot. He found it, and, with the same smile on his face, hit it several times in a row, making his lover see stars. Saint, whose mouth was dangerously close to Zachary's cock, raised his head for a second, the expression of abandon and pure pleasure in the eyes of the man, who starting writhing on the bed, bringing a smile of satisfaction on his lips.

Inch by slow inch, Caleb pressed inside Zachary, taking possession of him with long, deep thrusts that hardened his cock, making it drip, much to Saint's delight. The man collected the tasty treats with the tip of his tongue, then peppered butterfly kisses up and down the shaft, hardening it even more.

Caleb picked up the pace, although the gentleness remained, the combination almost driving Zachary insane with desire, each thrust bringing him closer to the peak of pleasure. After licking his balls for a while, playfully nipping at them, Saint took Zachary's cock into his mouth, bit by bit, bobbing his head up and down until the tip hit the back of his throat.

Saint felt his own cock become painfully hard, so he took it in his hand, stroking it with urgency. A couple of minutes later, all three of them exploded almost at the same time, the intensity of the experience leaving them breathless. Exhausted, Caleb collapsed on top of Zachary, who put his arms around him, whispering his gratitude in an emotion-filled voice.

His heart light, eyes shining with happiness, Saint propped his head on one elbow, gazing over his two lovers. He had never let anyone so close to him, except his parents and Alvin, and never truly believed in love until he met Zachary, and then Caleb. The two men brought to Saint's life all the things the man didn't know how badly he needed them: peace of mind, understanding, acceptance, passion and the list could go on.

His head on Zachary's chest, listening to his heartbeat, Caleb felt grateful for all the advice Ardan gave him when the two of them had the talk. A few months later, Alasdair added some more tips to the list, allowing him to offer Zachary a beautiful experience, at least judging by the older man's faraway smile.

Gathering their strengths, the three men stepped into the bathroom, washing the evidence of their passionate lovemaking session off their bodies. Back in the bedroom, they slid under the covers, exhausted but happy. Letting out a cute yawn, Caleb put his head on Zachary's chest, falling asleep almost instantly. Saint extended an arm over his lovers in a protective gesture, drifting into the land of dreams with a smile on his face.

The sound of Caleb's and Saint's even breathing offered Zachary a deep sense of peace, the tranquility of the atmosphere lulling him into a deep, calm, dreamless sleep. He woke up at sunrise, completely refreshed and recharged, ready to start a new day. Getting up, he turned on the phone and was about to check for missed messages and calls, when it started to buzz.

It was from Jericho, that guy at The Base his father seemed to be very good friends with, so Zachary answered on the spot, hoping for good news.

“Hello, and good morning. I saw your call and thought you might have news about my father. Is there any change?” The man inhaled sharply, his heart racing as he waited for the answer.

“Hello to you, too! Yes, Lance woke up a couple of hours ago, fully aware of his surroundings and asked about you. He was happy and relieved when his boss told him you went home to sleep for a bit, and that Saint and Caleb were with you.”

There was something in the man's voice Zachary couldn’t put the finger on, but he decided to ignore it from the time being. “I'll be there in about an hour. Is there anyone with my father right now? What did the doctors say?” No matter how hard he tried, Zachary couldn't stop worrying.

“Take your time, don't hurry. It's not what Lance wants. He needs you safe and happy with your men.” Jericho paused for a few seconds, then started again, on a more hesitant voice. “There is something you need to know about what happened there. The dagger wasn't meant for your father, and he knew it but took it nonetheless.”

“What—what are you talking about?” Zachary stuttered, trying to figure out if Jericho wanted to test him, or his father really sacrificed himself for someone else. “I thought he was closing the formation as established, precisely because of his experience with similar situations. What happened in there?”

“Lance was indeed the one closing the formation, but somehow, after we made junction with Saint and Caleb, Ardan's brother ended up being half a step behind your father. Lance saw the dagger, calculated its trajectory, and took one step back, covering Caleb's back. Later, when I talked to Ardan at The Base, he told me his younger brother and the kids he hangs out with, Avery and Erling, were the ones who killed Phillip's father, five years ago.”

“Thank you for everything. I really have to go now. I need to see my father and talk to him. He must be worried about me not giving him any sign of life.” Zachary smiled through tears, and Jericho sensed it, although he couldn't see him.

“Sure, go ahead. I'll also see your father later today, maybe we'll meet there. I don't know what drove the two of you apart, but that man loves you more than anything.”

Jericho ended the call before Zachary could answer, leaving him in a deep meditative state. His father must have seen him and Caleb together at The Base, before they embarked on the rescue mission, and must have figured out the nature of their relationship. The man loved him more than anything in the world, and that act of sacrifice was enough proof.

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