Page 49 of Sidhe
Nathan got ready for bed, thinking of all the ways tonight could have gone from horrible to worse. Then he thought of Walter again and felt a bit better. After he had curled in next to Sasha, cradling the incubus to help stay some of the fever that still seemed to be affecting him, Nathan closed his eyes and whispered one last prayer.
“Thanks, Walt.”
Nathanblinkedawake,groggyand disoriented; he knew that something other than the alarm had woken him, and that it was a far more ungodly hour than it should be.
The next thing he noticed was the weight on top of his body, practically suffocating him as it held every last part of him down. That made Nathan’s eyes spring wide at the figure above him. He was relieved but also worried to see slit-pupil red.
“Sasha…?”
“Nathan,” Sasha mewled like he did only when he had been desperately teased, “you’re up. You’re up,” he repeated, pleased and eager as he nuzzled Nathan’s cheek. “Good. So glad. I…I need you, Nate. I don’t think I can bear another minute.” His voice was one long whine and Nathan was suddenly aware of the steel hard erection jabbing into his thigh.
Shit.
“Baby,” Nathan tried to remain calm, “are you, uhh…are you okay?” He brought his hands up to smooth up and down Sasha’s arms, trying to soothe the incubus, or at least stall him until he figured out how bad this actually was.
“M’fine, Nate,” Sasha slurred, still nuzzling Nathan’s face, his neck, where he bit sharply all of a sudden with fangs that were a little too sharp tonight.
Nathan cringed, wondering if that love bite was enough to draw blood. “Baby,” he tried again, “you’re not fine. You almost fuckingdied. And the closer you are to something like that, the sooner you need to feed again. So…how in your right mind are you right now?”
Part of Nathan was afraid of the answer, especially since he now realized that Sasha’s impressive erection was naked against him, and the incubus was sort of grinding all over the place, rubbing over every bit of Nathan he could reach.
“I-I know, Nate. I know I’m…not quite right. But I just…I need you. I think…if Walter hadn’t,” he chuckled into Nathan’s neck, “hadn’t taken the edge off…I’d be in pretty bad shape.”
That meant that if Walter hadn’t done whatever he did, Sasha would have jumped Nathan about the time they reached their room, and probably not so nicely. That didn’t mean that right now had to be bad, but Nathan was going to have to be careful. He tried to tell himself that it was not masochistic of him to be a little turned on. Sasha was about as needy as ever right now, and being that desired was always hot. As long as Nathan didn’t lose any limbs.
From what he could tell, Sasha’s fingers were blackened but not claws. His eyes were red, his fangs visible, his hair long enough to cover his ears—his sexy, pointed ears—but that was all. He wasn’t so close to frenzy that he’d hurt Nathan. Probably.
“Okay, baby, I know what you need,” Nathan said, starting to feel now that even in his sleep he had grown at least a little hard just from having a naked incubus all over him, “but, uhh…since you’re just a little, you know, not quite right, we’re gonna have to take this real slow. You don’t wanna bang me up too bad, do you?”
Sasha’s hips shifted against Nathan, his head still nuzzling as he licked at where his fangs had punctured Nathan’s neck. “Course not… wouldn’t ever hurt you…never hurt you, Nathan. Justneed…” He ground down more roughly, and suddenly grasped Nathan’s hands and pinned them to the bed.
Nathan fought back a gasp. “S-So,” he stuttered, “why don’t we make this a game. You know, see just how slow we can go to…make sure I don’t pull anything.” He winked when Sasha liftedup finally, still holding Nathan’s wrists to the mattress as his red eyes shimmered.
“Slow,” Sasha said, as if maybe he wasn’t quite sure of the definition. Then he flashed a smile that looked almost like he was still sane. “Like when we first…started. Right?Slow,” he purred, leaning down to lick Nathan’s bottom lip, then the top one.
“Yeah, baby. Like when we first started. Stealing kisses behind Jim’s back.” Nathan grinned at the memory. Okay, so Jim had been a little wiser to what was going on than Nathan had wanted to admit, but it still had been thrilling, always afraid they’d get caught.
Gripping Nathan’s T-shirt at the collar, Sasha pulled, ripping it straight down the center like tissue paper.
“Need you so bad, Nate,” Sasha said again, hot on his lips as he bent for a kiss, a real kiss this time; tongue tangling with Nathan’s, teeth nearly gnashing together as the incubus seemed to try and crawl inside Nathan’s mouth and claim every last crevice as his own.
Nathan wanted to move his hands, reach around Sasha and touch some of that hot, naked skin, but the incubus kept him pinned. Sasha wouldn’t hurt him though. Sasha would never hurt him.
Nathan’s shorts were torn from his body next, hopefully not ruined since Nathan actually liked those. That meant Nathan’s arms were free for all of two seconds, but before he could even twitch, Sasha was back to holding him down.
“Come on, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” Nathan said, arching his body up against Sasha since they were both wonderfully naked now. Sasha’s hard length slid across Nathan’s hip, wet and weeping as Nathan bucked up, making the redhead growl low, deep in his throat.
“Nope,” Sasha said, his voice a growl too, “not goinganywhere. Wanna fuck you, Nate,” he spoke gruffly against Nathan’s ear. “Need to, mmm…so bad. Do you want me to fuck you?”
Nathan was fully hard, rock solid, and with Sasha talking likethat, goading him almost, taunting him,shit. “Hell yeah,” Nathan said, gloriously pinned and writhing beneath Sasha. “Break the fucking bed with me, baby.”
A low chuckle left Sasha, and he leaned in closer to Nathan, so heavy on top of him as he licked again at Nathan’s lips and said, “Turn over.”
Nathan could admit that there was always a shade of fear in the pit of his stomach at the idea of Sasha taking him facedown into the mattress. He still thought of Pete every now and then and what that bigoted asshole had almost done to him in that nowhere bar. It also, more recently, brought up a few old memories from the Veil.
Nathan shook his head. Not a good time to think about either of those things.
With so much holding him back, Nathan had to roll over, had no choice if he was ever going to beat the remains of his fears. Now that his wrists had finally been released, he felt just how sore they were from Sasha’s strong grip. He settled onto his stomach. He heard a drawer open then, some fumbling, and looked over his shoulder.
