Page 14 of Dybbuk's Detritus

Rurik 11.

“But…don’t you want to see if it’s bigger? Like a taste test? Lick it and determine if it takes longer to get to the other end? Maybe even how many to get to the creamy center?” I’m begging and I’m not ashamed. I have showered, alone. Been seen by the Family physician, alone. Had Magnus perform a thorough mystical exam, alone. And now, I want my mate to soothe me with his words, his touch, his exquisite aleph cock. I don’t think that’s too much to ask when you’ve almost died and been force fed your mate’s blood.

Theo regards me from the doorway to our bedroom, a crease of concern wrinkling his dark brow. Fates, he’s beautiful. Dammit! I want him inside me.

“Rurik, you almost died—”

“Exactly!” I scream, crossing my arms over my chest and pouting. “‘Almost’ being the operative word. I didn’t die completely because you brought me back to life. I’m like Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”

“With better fashion sense.” He says with a tiny grin.

I gasp dramatically, scowling at him. “How dare you! It was the nineties; nobody knew better then.”

“I love you; did you know that?” I nod, a happy smile stretching my lips. “Do you have any idea how much? The depth of emotion I feel for you? How uncontrollable my need is for you?” As he speaks, he stalks closer to me where I’m lying on the bed. I palm my erection, unable to hide the effect his lusty words have on me.

“I have an idea, aleph.” I purr. He shudders as he takes in my hand working my shaft beneath the sheet.

“How did you feel when I flew off earlier to chase after the dybbuk?” His question draws me out of my horny haze. I frown when I remember the ache in my chest.

“Like my soul had abandoned me.” I reply softly. He closes his eyes at my confession, slowly opening them to pin me with an anguished stare.

“I covered your lifeless body. I held your withered corpse. I bled to save you. And it didn’t work. For a split second my entire world imploded in a fiery explosion of such indescribable pain.” Tears well in his eyes, the golden color glowing under the sheen. “I fervently pray that you never experience that level of agony. I want to bury myself inside you as far as I can go and stay there forever. I want to bind you to me, so I never have to be without you by my side again. I want to weep endlessly for the 15 souls the dybbuk claimed before he could be stopped and the countless others he took before he went into hiding. I feel guilty that it was your soul that finally brought about its end, because I get to keep you. I got you back and the others weren’t as fortunate. Their families know the burn of that fiery explosion and I can never extinguish it for them. But me, I only knew it for a few seconds, they will know it for an eternity.”

My erection flags the longer he purges the filth from his body. I get to my knees and crawl on the bed until I’m right in front of him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him down to the bed with me and clutch him as tightly as I dare while he fractures. I cry with him, for everyone we were unable to save, for everyone we spared by bringing about its demise, for each other and the future we are able to build together.

I’m such a selfish git. I didn’t even think how any of this affected him. I died, I was mummified, I was brought back. Except he had to witness it all. He had to, however momentary, imagine a world without the other half of his soul. A life half-lived with painful regret.

“Theo, aleph, I’m so sorry.” I sniffle, trying to collect myself enough to speak. “God and the Fates see the beginning and the end. We might not always agree with their methods, and most of the time we question the why’s and how’s, but eventually we see that their way was the way it had to happen. The victims of the dybbuk led you to me, led you to your destiny. I was the strongest chance available to end the dybbuk. And we did just that, with Magnus and Chloe and the whole Family, we ended that fucker. The way Fate planned it. And now, to honor those the world has lost, we must live the fuck out of this life. Make a difference in the Paranormal community. Spread the love. We must embrace our destiny, to do otherwise is to spit in the face of each and every victim.”

He’s quiet for several long moments. His warm breath ghosting across my neck, where he’s buried his head.

“You’re right, my wise Aleph-Tav.” Theo licks my claiming bite, my chest warming with love for this man. “I’m still not blowing you.”

I push him as hard as I can, giggling when he gracelessly falls off the bed and thumps to the floor.

“You ruined an absolutely wonderful moment! I was being all wise, and emotionally intelligent, and Aleph-Tav like and you sullied it with dirty denials.” I can barely keep the laughter out of my voice. He’s perfect for me, in every way imaginable. I, too, regret the loss of life on our journey to one another, the utter and complete joy at having found him is consolation.

He pops up next to the bed, a wicked grin on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You were thinking about it, though, weren’t you?”

I drape my arm over my eyes, unwilling to meet his and risk him seeing the truth. I clamp my mouth shut, but he tickles my sides. “Fine, yes, I was!” I scream, batting his hands away. “I thought maybe you would feel grateful for my words of encouragement and want to thank me with a blowie. Or a good pounding.”

I feel his body heat as he leans in close to my ear. “All in good time, tav. Right now, I want to hold you as you are, alive and whole and the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“I love you, too, aleph. And that sounds wonderful.” He picks me up, gently situating me in the bed, curling behind me. His breathing evening out as we lay, the events of the last couple of days quickly draining what little energy we have left, I bring one of his hands to my lips and kiss his knuckles. “Perhaps just a quick rub and tug in the morning.”

I accept his sleepy moan as agreement.

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