Page 5 of The Homecoming: The Island

Everything I need is right here,Lance thought, welcoming Fabian’s beloved stepson into his loving arms.

CHAPTER 4

Ardan knelt in the middle of the bed, stark naked, waiting for Alasdair to get out of the bathroom and handle him however he saw fit. The redhead stepped into the room, his curls still a little damp, and smiled mischievously, pretending he didn't see his husband. A predatory look in his eyes, Alasdair circled the bed a few times, then climbed on, the mattress dipping under his weight.

“Look at this beautiful man, displayed here for my viewing pleasure!” The redhead gently brushed a rebellious strand of blond hair off Ardan's eyes, tucking it behind his ear. “You shouldn't kneel before anyone, husband.”

“You are the only one who will see me like this, you have my word.” Ardan took Alasdair's hand and gently kissed the tips of his fingers. “I need you tonight, my Spitfire. My soul craves your company and my body hungers for your touch.”

“I'm here, my love, I won't let you go.” The redhead wrapped his arms around his husband's torso, cradling him back and forth. “Lie down and let's talk. What's on your mind?”

Ardan nodded, did as he was told, and gestured to his shoulder, smiling shyly. “Come on, I make a good pillow, or so I've heard.” The smile faltered. “I'm afraid, Spitfire. I'm afraid I'm not coming back from that island,” he whispered, his eyes dull and troubled.

“This is not going to happen.” Alasdair stared into Ardan's eyes, going deep into the man's soul. “You will go there, rescue our sons, and the rest of the crazy bunch, and fly back home. I'll wait for you and I'll heal your body and soul. End of the story.”

“Spitfire, you are not listening to me.” Ardan touched the redhead's face with his long, slim fingers, his voice heavy with pain. “I have the feeling something evil lurks on that island, and to win against it, I have to free the beast from the cage I've locked in almost eight years ago.”

“If that's what it takes to bring the boys back home, then do it, you have my blessing. Once the bastards will bite the dust, the beast will return in its cage, hibernating until you'll free it again.”

“What if it doesn't want to be caged again? What if it enjoys freedom too much? What are you going to do then?” Ardan's hand started to shake, and he put it on the pillow.

“Then we'll learn to live with it,” the answer came in a gentle, but firm voice at the same time. “I'm not scared of the beast, how you call that man who becomes very angry when he sees that those who mistreat the innocent get away with it.” Alasdair wrapped his arms around his husband again, holding him tight.

“Make love to me, Spitfire, I want you to possess my body and rock my soul, I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. I need you like the dessert needs the rain.” Passion and lust shone in Ardan's eyes, making them incandescent.

Alasdair nodded and, grabbing the bottle of lube from the nightstand, readied himself, then covered Ardan's shaft with the slick substance and straddled his waist. Inch after inch, the redhead impaled himself on his husband's cock, until he took all of it. He started a seductive dance, rotating his slim hips and bouncing on the other man's washboard-hard abdomen.

The sweet, shy smile on Ardan's lips was in stark contrast with the mix of passion and lust in his eyes, as he roamed his hands all over Alasdair's body. Sweet words of love and praise poured from the redhead's seductive lips as he ran the tips of his fingers through the dust of hair covering Ardan's chest, making the man feel special, treasured and cherished.

Something shifted inside the older man, and he sped up his thrusts, staring intensely in Alasdair's emerald eyes, as his hands caressed the redhead's waist and slid to the two perfectly shaped ass cheeks, kneading them. Tilting his head backwards, Alasdair moaned wantonly, as his cock got hard, begging for attention.

Using the precum that started to ooze from the tip as lubricant, Ardan lazily moved his hand up and down the other man's shaft, teasing it, making it heavier and harder. Alasdair reacted to his husband's actions by pushing into the man's tunneled fist, urging him to accelerate the rhythm.

With a nod and another intense stare of his turquoise eyes, Ardan gave in to his Spitfire's pleas, thrusting quicker and deeper into his pulsating, wanting, hot ass. Soon, both men were lost in the pleasure they gave one another, the orgasm building in the pit of their stomach, threatening to erupt and suck them into a whirlwind of emotions.

Fingers laced, their eyes speaking volumes, Ardan and Alasdair came almost simultaneously, the redhead's cum marking them both, as his husband's seed invaded his ass, filling it to the brim. Exhausted, Alasdair collapsed on top of Ardan, and the two of them stayed like that for a while, basking in the post-orgasm serenity.

“I love you, husband of mine, and I'll never stop believing in you and wanting you by my side. We belong together,” the redhead whispered, kissing the other man's damp forehead, “I can't see myself living without you.”

“You won't have to, my Spitfire.” Ardan caressed his husband's cheek, the signature shy smile playing on his lips. “I love you today and I'll love you tomorrow and all the other days, till death will come after us. And even then, I'll beg the gods to keep us together.”

Hands folded under his head, Alasdair cuddled at his side, Ardan stared at the ceiling as a whirlwind of emotions sucked him in and pulled him under. The day passed on fast forward, and he didn’t have time to process what happened on the island. But now, lying in bed, the last conversation he and his Spitfire had before leaving to the island played in his head on repeat.

The beast didn’t break the chains holding it captive and didn’t get out of the steel cage it was locked in. However, Ardan felt dirty and unworthy to share the bed with Alasdair, who he considered pure, untouched by the evilness of human-faced monsters who took pleasure in destroying young boys’ bodies and breaking their spirit.

Alexander managed, once again, to lower Ardan’s self-esteem, twisting his perception of himself. The bastard didn’t say a single word to him, but he didn’t have to; his piercing, insistent stare undressed The Base’s boss, reducing him to a mere sex toy, a filthy whore.

No, I can’t continue like that, I can’t stain your flawless body with mine anymore,Ardan thought, leaving the bed and curling on the floor, eyes tightly shut.

Alasdair rolled on one side, worry and concern etched into his features as he gazed over his husband’s form, reduced to a ball of sorrow and sadness on the cold floor. At first, the redhead didn’t do anything to stop Ardan, patiently waiting for him to come back to bed. But when minutes passed and his husband still didn’t join him in bed, Alasdair decided to take action.

Lying on the floor, the redhead wrapped an arm around the other man’s waist, closing the space between them, chest pressed against his back. For a moment, Ardan relaxed at the contact with his Spitfire’s body, then he went rigid and tense, like a bow ready to release the arrow, his breath slightly hitching.

“I’m here, my Ardan,” Alasdair softly whispered in his husband’s ear. “Talk to me, tell me who hurt you. Whatever it is, we’ll face it together.”

“Not this time, my Spitfire,” the answer came in a broken, defeated voice. “I have to go through this alone, there’s nothing you can do to help me. Now go back to bed, you are going to catch a cold, and there are so many people who need you out there. That poor boy Elias, for instance.”

“You are right.” Alasdair tried to kiss his husband’s neck, but the other man shied away from his lips. “You are also needed at The Base, so why don’t we both go back to bed?”

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