Page 22 of Angels of the Night

CHAPTER 17

“I would like to have a word with you. And you.” Drake voice was stern, his turquoise eyes a little darker than usual when he looked in Zachary's and Saint's direction. “We don't need to go somewhere else. I have nothing to hide.”

“Sure, Sir. I figure I know what the subject of our discussion is, and I think my boyfriend is the same. We both agree from the start with everything you say.” Zachary smiled tenderly, wrapping an arm around Caleb's waist and kissing him on the cheek.

“Your brother may be younger than you, but he is a man entirely capable of taking care of himself and making his own decisions. Until a few weeks ago, I, too, saw him as a kid who needed to be protected, but my perception of him has radically changed.” Saint looked straight in Drake's eyes, earning the man's respect on the spot.

“It's an older brother thing, I guess, because, although I found out about Caleb's existence only a few months ago, I want him to be safe, happy and loved. And I see that he has all these things and more with you. I would be honored to shake hands with you.” Smiling warmly, Drake extended his hand, which was wholeheartedly, vigorously shaken by Zachary and Saint.

“Not that it matters very much, but you guys have my blessing, too. I can rest assured, knowing that my little brother here is in good hands.” Brennan joined the little group, hiding his emotions behind an embarrassed smile. “I have been a total asshole when I accused you of all those horrible things, and I hope you can forgive me, one day.”

“There is nothing to forgive. I understood your concern. With Ardan lying on a hospital bed, after nearly dying from exhaustion, and Caleb recovering from a wound in the thigh, you were afraid the stranger would seize the power for himself. On a completely different level, I could relate to you, and I understand why you reacted the way you did. Everything was forgiven and forgotten in an instant, so no need to worry about it.”

“Well, little brother, congratulations. You hit the jackpot with these two.” Brennan's heart warmed at the sight of Caleb protectively flanked by Saint and Zachary. “Speaking of, as soon as Ardan comes back, I'll be going back to The Base. It’s getting way too late for Cillian.”

“I can't be more proud of you, guys! The way both of you handled the situation and replied to my brothers, especially to Brennan...I love you, Zach, for being the wonderful man you are, and you, Saint, for finally letting it go and expressing your feelings.” Caleb smiled to his lovers, melting their hearts.

“Aren't you tired? I think we should drive you to your father's house, then I and Zachary have to bunk up for the night. Weekend or not, The Base and his inhabitants has to be guarded against predators, and we can't do that if we are not properly rested.” Although he made the effort to get rid of that habit, Saint was still hiding his emotions behind words, but Caleb intended to change that.

“That's exactly why I changed my mind. There is no point in losing precious time driving me to my father's when I can spend the night at The Base, too. Hey, Saint, do you happen to know if there's any room with a double bed at your house?”

“Yes, the one Davina and Winter used to share. They slept in the same bed while we were in prison, and...” The man stopped abruptly, seeing the trap he fell in, headfirst.

Seeing Saint's reaction, Caleb smiled triumphantly, but at the same time, his heart started to thump frantically against his ribcage. The young man had no idea what he was going to do next, how the things would progress between him and his considerably older partners. The youngest of the MacNamara brothers was at total loss as he had no sexual experience whatsoever.

All the way back to The Base, Zachary studied both Caleb and Saint, trying to read their facial expressions and figure out what they were thinking about. Once he realized he’d fallen in love with the apparently fragile and vulnerable but so strong and feisty blond, Zachary decided to make their first night together special and unforgettable. But that was before Saint came back into his life, and then he had to take the other man's feelings into account, too.

The ride to The Base ended in a blink of an eye for the three men who, deep in thought as they were, didn't register the passing of time. Stepping down from the car, Caleb followed Saint to the house that once hosted the special investigators and which was at the moment inhabited only by Gunnar, Doc Magnus and himself. Zachary hesitated for a brief moment, then joined his lovers, a shy, barely there smile playing on his lips.

The three stepped inside the bedroom, closing the door behind them, and started to undress one another, tender touches alternating with swift, urgent moves. Soon, Zachary, Saint and Caleb were naked as the day they were born and stopped for a moment to drink the beauty of one another with thirsty eyes.

The two older men got closer and closer to the younger one and started to caress his back and torso with the tips of their fingers, covering his face and neck with sweet, butterfly kisses. Slowly, they guided Caleb to the edge of the bed. His turquoise eyes burning with lust and desire for those he fell in love with, the man laid on the bed, on his back, legs tentatively spread, a light, delicious shade of pink colouring his cheeks.

For a brief moment, Saint and Zachary locked eyes with each other, then nodded at the same time, thrilled to see the connection between them was as strong as ever, in spite of all the time they spent away from each other. Inhaling sharply, Zachary moved between Caleb's legs, while Saint lay on the bed, inches away from the young blond.

Sweeping a tenderness-filled gaze over the scar left behind by the wound on his young lover's thigh, Zachary traced its contour with his fingertips, then bent over, kissing every inch of it. At the same time, Saint continued to tease Caleb, the sweet kisses replaced with nips and kitty licks meant to set the younger man's skin on fire, distracting him from Zachary's actions.

Taking the bottle of lube from the nightstand, Zachary coated his index finger and started to slowly circle Caleb's puckered entrance, which twitched in anticipation. He must be very tight, the older man thought, carefully pushing the finger inside his young lover, whose breath became shallow. Memories from two decades before tried to creep on the surface, but Zachary shoved them back in the grave where he buried them.

Caleb's first time was going to be special, nothing like his own, the man thought, looking at Saint, who gently scraped his teeth across the skin of the blond's abdomen, then licked the area, teasing the young man. Meanwhile, Zachary slowly slid the finger in and out of Caleb's welcoming ass, making sure the tight channel was properly coated with lube. When the ring of muscles started to relax, he added another finger, making his virgin lover pant heavily.

“Please, Zach, I need you inside, can't take anymore of this.” Caleb thrashed his head on the pillow, writhing under Saint's skillful tongue. “Oh, it feels so good, please, keep going.” While he spoke, the young man started to caress the older man's strands, then raked his fingers against his scalp, grabbing a fistful of hair.

“Hush, my love, I have to prepare you a little more. I can't take you like that, it would hurt too much. I want you to remember this night as one of pleasure and joy, not as one of fear, pain and tears.” Speaking in a gentle voice, Zachary continued to slide his fingers in and out of Caleb for a while, speeding up the pace, then pulled them out.

Aligning himself at his lover's entrance, Zachary started to push himself in, giving the young man enough time to adjust at the intrusion. The discomfort Caleb initially felt was gradually replaced by a pleasurable sensation that caused tingling all over his body, making him moan quietly, pleadingly almost. Whispering sweet nothings, caressing Caleb's thighs, Zachary slowly moved inside his young lover, eliciting even more moans and needy whimpers.

The soft noises coming from those luscious, pink lips tugged at the strings of Saint's heart, the memory of his and Zachary's first night together suddenly fresh in his mind. He moved down, the tip of his tongue twirling over the smooth skin of Caleb's crotch, making him arch from the bed, the turquoise eyes incandescent with desire.

Meanwhile, Zachary sped up a little, just enough to make the younger man buck his hips to meet the thrusts. Caleb's cock reacted to the stimulation coming from his lovers, tiny pearls of precum forming at its tip. Raising his head, Saint grinned at the sight and started to twirl his tongue around the bulbous head, enjoying the tasty treat.

Caleb closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the pleasure coursing through his veins like hot lava. Grabbing a fistful of Saint's hair, he started to fuck the man's mouth, in sync with Zachary's thrusts. Giving and receiving pleasure, Caleb, Saint and Zachary let themselves be consumed by desire, the entire universe reduced to the three of them. The explosion of passion was so intense, that it left all of them breathless for a moment.

Still experiencing the blissful post-orgasm state, Caleb couldn't wrap his mind around what just happened, couldn't believe he was the center of two sexy, older, experienced men's attention. He wasn't dreaming, both of them were there, cleaning, kissing and praising him, telling him how proud and honored they were to be his lovers.

Happy and exhausted, radiant smiles on their faces, Caleb and Zachary drifted to sleep almost at the same time, the older man spooning the younger. Listening to his partners' even breath, Saint lay on his back, hands folded under his head, the multitude of thoughts racing through his mind preventing him from slipping into the land of dreams.

Phillip Winters. Thinking back, he never liked the guy, didn't trust him. There was something about him, some kind of bad vibe that made Saint want to put some distance between the two of them. He would've ignored the specimen completely if it hadn’t been for Zachary, who saw him as one of his best friends, same as he did with Cedric.

Zachary. Saint smiled at how easy it was for him to think to use the name his lover chose after the tragic events that almost destroyed him. The next second, however, the man's eyes darkened at the thought of what Zachary's reaction would be when he revealed Phillip's true, deceitful, manipulative nature. Saint needed all the support he could get and decided to enroll Ardan's help.

There was something special about the man, an air of wisdom, understanding and compassion which made Saint respect The Base's boss from the first time he witnessed him handling the complicated situation of Winter's younger brother's apparent death. Well aware that Zachary's healing process had just started and the slightest mistake could compromise it, Saint needed Ardan in his corner when his boyfriend found out the devastating truth about the one who betrayed him.

It was going to be a tough battle, but he had to fight it. No matter what he risked losing in the process, Saint thought, he was going to make that twisted-minded bastard pay for all the tears and suffering he caused. When everything was over, he was going to go to hell and reclaim Zachary's soul from the claws of the demons holding it captive, once and for all. Then, both of them would be too busy loving Caleb and making each other happy to care about anything else. Saint smiled, finally drifting into dreamland.

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