Page 14 of Memories of the Dark

“It wasn’t just him. That fateful night, he invited four other friends, and they took turns at me. I passed out twice, and they brought me back only to submit me to more depravities and provoke more pain. Do you still want me after what I just told you?” Dehaan covered his eyes with both hands, waiting for the verdict in silence.

Xavier didn’t answer. Tenderly, he kissed the younger man’s hands, removing them from his eyes, then cupped the face that appeared in his dreams, staring into the eyes he couldn’t get enough of. The sincerity and profound affection he saw in his friend’s cobalt-blue eyes moved Dehaan to the core, and with an imperceptible nod, he finally surrendered to the man he dreamed of every night, during the past seven years.

Gesturing with his head, he indicated the nightstand, blushing violently when Xavier extended a hand, retrieving a small bottle of lube and one condom.He’s been waiting for this moment, has been hoping for it,the older man thought, feeling a pang in his chest. Emptying his head of any other thought, Xavier focused only on the subject of his desire, worshipping every inch of his body.

His lover’s tender caresses and butterfly kisses turned Dehaan into a moaning mess, lessening the discomfort he felt when the other man inserted a lube-coated finger in his tight ass. Gradually, as the digit slid in and out of him, the slight pain was replaced by a overwhelming need for more, the quiet moans turning into needy whimpers.

Smiling reassuringly, Xavier pulled the finger out of Dehaan, then entered him again, adding a second one. The man on the bed started to move in sync with the rhythm of the thrusts, arching his back, pleading to be spared of the sweet torture. In response, Xavier curled his fingers, found Dehaan’s prostate and hit it a few times, making the younger man see stars.

Satisfied by the reaction, he tore the foil of the condom, rolling it on his fully erect cock, then sitting with his back against the headboard, pulled the other man into his lap, aligning himself at his entrance. Slowly, Dehaan lowered, wave after wave of pleasure hitting him with every inch of Xavier’s cock entering his body.

Face to face, staring into each other’s eyes, the two men smiled brightly, peppering sweet kisses on one another’s face, eyes, necks, shoulders and chests as they carried their act of love to completion. Thrust after slow thrust, Xavier broke the walls Dehaan surrounded himself with, abandoning himself to the pleasures of the flesh in their purest form.

His hands ran up and down the younger man’s sweaty back, setting his skin on fire while his lips said his name, over and over again in an adoration-filled voice. Thick, silky lashes fluttered over Dehaan’s eyes as he kissed Xavier. Tentative at first, the kiss became fiery passion, almost dominating but sweet at the same time, the other man responding with the same ardency.

Feeling his orgasm close, Xavier tunneled his fist around Dehaan’s cock and smeared it with the drops of precum that started to form at the tip. Stroke after stroke, he drove his lover crazy with lust, making him push into his fist with urgency. Lost in each other’s eyes, bodies slick with sweat, the two men stepped into nirvana almost at the same time, crying each other’s name in the heat of the moment.

Half an hour later, showered and dried, a serene smile gracing his features, Xavier lovingly swept his gaze over Dehaan’s slim silhouette curled by his side. He gently touched his lover’s beautiful face with the tips of his fingers, making the man’s ice-blue eyes shine, telling him what his lips couldn’t express.From now on, life could only get better,Xavier thought, enveloping Dehaan in a warm, safe embrace.

CHAPTER 12

“Granddad, Uncle Ardan, I... Oh, sorry, I see you have company. I’ll leave it for another time.” Nico smiled apologetically from his uncle’s office’s doorway. “And excuse me for barging in like that.”

“Come in, take a seat and let’s talk about whatever is on your mind. Family always comes first for me. Speaking of, these are Zachary and Saint, Caleb’s soulmates, which makes them part of our family. I’m sure you know your Uncle Brennan by know. He’s quite popular among kids, although I have no idea why.” Ardan’s soft smile was accompanied by a cute grin that conferred him a younger appearance.

“Okay, then.” Nico stepped inside the office, plopping down on the chair his uncle indicated. “First of all, I’m gay. At least that’s what I think at the moment, since girls don’t attract me in any way. I mean, c’mon. I’m seventeen and I haven’t even kissed one, not even in my dreams. On the other hand, my hormones go crazy at the smell of cologne, and I start imagining all kind of things...”

“It’s alright if you want to keep some things to yourself, my child, as long as they are not the kind of secrets that end up destroying your life. Those need to be shared with your loved ones, who will help you heal and put everything behind. You are part of a large, very loving family, and any of the men in this room, me included, will do anything to keep you safe from harm.” Fabian’s faraway voice and the melancholic look in his eyes touched everyone’s soul, making them nod in approval.

After a moment of silence, Nico started to talk again. “Thank you for the advice, Granddad. I’ll take it if the situation ever requires. For now, I have a question, and I think you can help me with the answer. I only recently came in contact with my cousins’ entourage and find a little difficult to keep up with all the names and faces.” A slight blush started to creep on the boy’s cheeks, coloring them in a delicate, adorable shade of pink.

“Well, I have to confess I was in the same situation, but once you start to hang out with them, you’ll also notice the differences. I suppose you are talking about the blond triplets, the rest are not difficult to tell apart.” Brennan gave Nico a warm, encouraging smile, making him relax into the chair.

“Actually, no. The guy I’m talking about is pretty and unique, um... pretty unique with intense, dark-blue eyes and blond, almost white hair, very sweet and shy, daydreams and blushes all the time.” The kid sighed dreamily, melting the men’s hearts.

“Based on the physical description, that must be Whitey, sorry, Jeroen.” Brennan, the one who answered the indirect question, frowned for a second. “However, the rest of the description doesn’t fit. That one is anything but shy and sweet. If he ever touches you inappropriately...”

“Oh, no, you got it all wrong, Uncle Brennan. I’m the one who wants to do... inappropriate things whenever I see him, but I don’t know for sure if he’s gay or straight, and besides, he avoids me like plague. Do you have any idea why?”

“Well, probably he has the same dilemma about your sexuality and doesn’t dare to ask you. I think the two of you should have a face-to-face, straight from the heart talk.” Fabian smiled paternally, looking around the room. “It works miracles, ask Saint and Zachary, they will confirm.”

The two men looked at each other, slightly blushing, then nodded to Nico, who left his seat and went to where they sat, hugging them. The teen toured the room, giving warm hugs to Brennan and Ardan, both of them holding him tight to their chest. Fabian was the last, but the hug reserved for him was the warmest, most affectionate, a sign of the tight bond the two of them shared.

Nico left the office, waving at the five men, his heart jumping with joy because Brennan hadn’t said anything about Jeroen being straight or involved in a relationship with another boy, which meant he had a chance at the white-haired teen’s heart. From the administrative building, Fergus’s son went straight to the kitchen where Jeroen volunteered every afternoon after classes.

However, Nico was out of luck that day because he’d missed the subject of his interest by ten minutes. However, Winter was in great need of help, so the teen got himself busy with peeling and slicing the vegetables used as ingredients for The Base’s residents’ dinner, forgetting about Jeroen for a few good hours.

Once he finished the work, Nico got behind the wheel of the small but very masculine sports car, a collective present from Fabian, Lance and his uncles, driving to his granddad’s property at the other end of the city. On the way, on the other side of the street, he saw an ice cream truck and decided to stop and treat himself.

A newspaper in hand as he rested on the back of his bike, Spyros Lambrou, nicknamed Pyros back when he used to work for NYPD as an explosive expert, saw the blond boy crossing the street and heading to the ice cream vendor, the scene bringing a smile to his face. At the same time, a strange feeling that something bad was going to happen came over him, so he abandoned the hunt for an affordable apartment, keeping eyes on the kid.

A huge sundae in one hand, the blond teenager looked both ways, then started to cross the street, when a black SUV appeared from nowhere, knocking the kid down.The bloody bastard driving it wanted to run over the poor boy,Spyros thought, revolted by the other passers-by indifference and lack of reaction. He put his quick reflexes to good use, reaching the boy and managing to take him from the middle of the road to the SUV’s driver’s displeasure.

“Are you alright, kid? Can you feel your legs? How about your back? Are you hurting?” Concern poured from Spyros’s voice as he examined the blond boy with worried eyes.

“My poor, small ass hurts like hell, and I can’t feel my upper back. What a dick! Some people shouldn’t be allowed to drive.” The kid shifted in the man’s arms, a grimace of pain altering his beautiful features. “Thank you, sir. If it wasn’t for you...”

“Don’t mention it, kid. I’m happy I could be of help. Speaking of, how did you get here? Do you have a car somewhere? Are you with someone else, and if yes, how do we get in touch with them? And most important, what’s your name? I’m Spyros, by the way.”

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