Page 7 of Dybbuk's Detritus

Theo 6.

I’m silent as Rurik guides me through the Aleph House to his suite of rooms. It is an old building with so much character and creature comforts it immediately feels like home. Or maybe that’s the tiny man grumbling to himself still holding my hand.

When he opens a set of double doors, I manage to put the brakes on and stop to take it in. If I could have designed a home for myself it would look exactly like this. Dark blues, bright yellows, and soothing grays cover the walls, couches, bedding. Large, polished wood furniture dot the rooms, adding to the sensual serenity of the space.

“Sit down, Theo, come sit here, I’ll explain everything. Shit. I can’t believe she…no, I can totally believe she did. Her mouth runs more than an Olympic track athlete. She couldn’t just zip it and let me tell you in my own time, my own way. Of course not. She…fuck, I swear if she wasn’t so helpful to the Family. Wait, that’s not fair. She’s my best friend. I love her. But not like I love you. Er…I mean, that is to say—"

His verbal diarrhea is adorable and charming. Honestly, it eases some of the tension cramping my stomach. Though, my eagle is still a bit miffed at the implications of Chloe’s words. I pat the cushion beside me as I sink into the most comfortable couch I have ever sat on. It’s like a firm but fluffy cloud that supports my tuchus and cradles my back. Well, shit. I may never get up.

“Rurik.” He stops speaking, his eyes wide in alarm, however, I see the banked heat simmering. Gulping, he slowly creeps to the couch, then plops down as if the bones of his body have simultaneously disintegrated. I see my Aleph-Tav is a fan of the dramatics.

“Theo, I’m so sorry—”

“Tav, no need to apologize.” He settles in closer to me so I can wrap my arm around his slim shoulders and pull him into my side. Laying my cheek against his head, I breathe in his scent. It does more for my eagle and I than any words. Unfortunately, I still need some words. “Please explain your relationship with Chloe. And how you see us moving forward.”

Inhaling deeply, then drawing out his exhale, he speaks. “Chloe and I have been friends for years. She’s my best friend. When I became Aleph-Tav a few years ago, Chloe was my rock. The transition was hard, not because the Family disapproved, but my father, the previous Aleph, is such a good man. It took me some time to realize that I didn’t need to be him, I needed to be my own Aleph-Tav and lead the Family to the best of my abilities. No one expected me to be him.” I nod, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. “Chloe is a witch, a strong one, that is why she and Magnus are both on my council. She also has precognition. Her visions occur during times of high emotion—”

Ok, that makes sense. “Like an orgasm?” I can’t see his face, but I feel his body heat at my question.

“Yes. Until I found my fated mate, the rest of the unmated Family members would remain as such.”

“I remember. We had several years where those of mating age were unable to find their mates because the new Alpha had not taken one himself.”

He sighs again, then throws a leg over my hips to straddle me. I enjoy this new position. I enjoy it immensely. Ignoring the hard lengths of our arousal between us, I wrap my hands around his neck loosely, my thumbs grazing his jawline. He closes his eyes, leaning into my touch.

His voice is quiet when he begins again, not much more than a whisper. “As you can imagine…we’ve become a horny bunch. Chloe and I began a physical relationship because it seemed easiest at the time. It is best that she blurts out her visions with me, rather than some random stranger. Also, we are both tav, so we knew this wasn’t more than release to pass the time.” He meets my eyes, tears welling. “I promise you, Theo, I love her because she is my Family and my best friend. I do not have romantic feelings for her, not now and not ever. I do not come to you a virgin, I am a man with a past, one that, unfortunately, will always be here. I hope that you can forgive me, my dear mate, and that in time you will learn to love Chloe as I do, like an annoying sister—”

“That you occasionally stick your dick in?” I raise an eyebrow in challenge, fighting the laugh bubbling up in my chest.

He drops his head to my shoulder, his body shaking and his breath hitching. Shit. I made him cry. When I urge his head back up to look at me, tears track down his contoured cheeks and it breaks my heart.

“Baby, no. Don’t cry.” Cupping his cheeks now, I dart my eyes between his, hoping he can see my sincerity. “I’m not mad, and there is nothing to forgive. I am not a virgin either. I have a past. Granted, mine won’t be joining us for Passover Seder. If you love Chloe because she is family, then she is my family too. You two were there for one another when you needed to be. I’m here now,” I narrow my eyes at him playfully, but with intent, “so her services won’t be required any longer.”

He shakes his head, “No, only you, Theo. She can pick a fight with Magnus if she needs an emotional high.” I chuckle, leaning forward on impulse, gently pressing my lips to his. “I’m so happy you found me.” He whispers into my mouth, before plunging his tongue between my teeth and tangling it with mine.

Kissing him, tasting him, fuck, holding him is a dream come true. And one, I never gave much thought, given my line of work.

“There is more to discuss.” I break the kiss, gasping for breath. My eagle is squawking to claim him. But I want to make sure we do this right. Rurik grabs his shirt by the back of the neck and pulls it off, throwing it behind him. My eyes dance down his torso, past lightly defined pecs, dusky pink nipples, and a cute as fuck belly button. When his hands start fiddling with the button of his pants, my breath stalls in my lungs, waiting. He stops when the zipper is down, a flash of earth green colored boxer briefs causing my mouth to water. He’s smirking and the confidence is almost as alluring as his body.

“We have the rest of our lives to talk, hell, I’m happy to talk while we do it. But I need you, Aleph, I need to feel you inside me, taking me apart piece by piece, your thick cock—” I cut him off with a manic kiss, knowing the responsible thing to do would be to talk, but also knowing that neither of us will function well until we begin the bonding process.

He paws at my shirt like it’s personally offended him in some way, until it lay tattered on my body. My little otter partially shifts his hands to shred my pants in the same way. My neck, nipples, cock, and balls are exposed, and he seems mighty proud of his work.

“I don’t have any other clothing.” I murmur, kissing down his neck and across his collarbones.

“Sounds good to me.” He directs my mouth lower until I suck one of his nipples into my mouth. When I bite down on the turgid flesh, he hisses, bowing his back and using his hand on my head to hold me in place. My hands wander down his sides, around his back and down to cup his pert, perky, plump posterior. I snicker at my alliteration, my eagle grumbling about my lack of focus. Rocking him in my lap, my cock grows painfully hard, leaking like a sieve between us.

“Pants. Off.” I eloquently say, hoping he’ll get the hint. He does, his hands shifting again to shred his own pants, leaving his complete undercarriage exposed. I laugh, tipping my head back on the couch, he looks absurd and fuckable at the same time. The waistband of his jeans still around his waist, but the legs of jeans starting mid-thigh.

“It looks like you’re wearing leg warmers. Ineffective leg warmers.” He joins me, staring down at himself before shrugging. Up on his knees, he shuffles up my legs until his dripping hole is right above my cockstand.

“You’re about to wear a cockwarmer.” His slick is copious, his hole eager as he slides down my shaft, the moist tight heat engulfing me irrevocably.

“Theo.” “Rurik.” We breathe out the other’s name, cherishing this moment for what it is. The beginning. Our beginning.

Nuzzling his neck, letting my teeth drag across the thin skin, he shudders in my arms, his channel clenching around me. I place my hands on his slender hips, noting with awe how my hands almost touch. My whole world fits in my hands. Together, as if we’ve done this a thousand time, he lifts and, on his descent, I thrust up to meet him. A dance as old as time, instinctive to our survival, vital to our souls.

Again, and again. We kiss lazily, the rush of fusing together fading now that we are connected, allowing us the opportunity to relish such a connection, how rare it is, how blessed we are. No words are needed right now, our bodies speak for us, demonstrating the depths of our emotions.

As we near our peaks, my eagle can longer be contained, I feel my mouth shift, contort, and elongate, sharpening into a beak. Rurik’s rhythm falters, erratic and desperate. His ass pulses, and my balls draw tight. When I feel the first splash of his release on my abdomen, I let my eagle loose. He wastes no time sinking into Rurik’s neck, an elastic band snapping between us, our bond materializing. Rurik’s teeth bite down, breaking my skin and completing our bond.

For who knows how long, we sit there, each of us licking and kissing our claiming bites. I can feel his pleasure as if it were my own. Our animals communicating to one another. I am…absolute. With Rurik, I am whole.

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