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The twins had Nathan sit up on the roof feeling the pulse of emotions from everyone inside the Gatehouse, feeding specifically off of the affection swirling about the people that loved him. When he was focusing solely on that, it shocked Nathan how much there was.
There were large differences between feeding from affection and feeding from what Nathan really needed, reallywanted, but the threshold was still there. He knew he could keep from crossing it as long as he recognized it, and recognizing it was easy now. He didn’t worry about possibly hurting Sasha. It was this belief that assured the twins.
They pushed him back inside the Gatehouse, smiling secretively, onlynotso secretively because Nathan knew exactly what they were thinking.
He was thinking it too.
Nathan was plagued with plenty of other thoughts, the apocalypse being only too obvious a distraction. Part of Nathan just wanted to sleep, prepare for what he might have to do in the days to come, but he owed tonight to him and Sasha, he really did.
So when the twins released him and he snuck up to his and Sasha’s room—thank God they still had a room to themselves—he was pleased to hear the shower running, the door almost fully closed but left just open enough for light to spill out.
Nathan sat on the bed to wait for Sasha. His mind was so occupied with thoughts of what was to come that he might have dozed, even while sitting up, because the next thing he knew, he jumped at the sound of the bathroom door creaking open.
He looked over, pleasantly surprised to see a damp, black-haired man coming out in a towel he hadn’t even tied around himself but was carrying limply like he knew he should be modest but didn’t really care to be. Nathan grinned when that towel slipped from Sasha’s fingers, him being just as pleasantly startled to find Nathan waiting on the bed.
“Someone sure looks pleased about something,” Sasha snorted, about to bend down and snatch up his lost towel before thinking better of it. He stepped over it instead and walked assuredly to the edge of the bed, parts of his skin still painted in water, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, the strange sight of growing stubble visible on his face, as well as a dark trail leading down between his legs instead of tattoos.
Nathan groaned at the sight. “Feeling…pretty fantastic actually,” he said as he swept his eyes over that body that justunraveledhim. “I finished my lessons.”
Color flushed to Sasha’s pale skin clear down his chest. “I figured,” he chuckled.
Nathan held out a hand to Sasha, still kicked back on the bed fully clothed. “Come here,” he said, allowing his expression to turn serious.
“Nate…?” Sasha asked as he took that hand and allowed Nathan to pull him onto the bed. Nathan pulled Sasha right to him, all that naked skin lined up along his own clothed form. Their embrace was intimate, but Nathan had something important to tell Sasha first.
“I want to tell the seals about the fae. Tomorrow,” Nathan said, one hand on Sasha’s back, the other rubbing up and down his bicep. “After Shiarra and the rest of your friends get here, and a few more seals we’re expecting tomorrow morning. That way everyone will know the truth and can make their own decisions. We might lose some people. Might even have some trouble. But I think…me being like this,” he glanced down his body, “…it might help. It’ll at least help me make a good point, since even some of the seals think I’m the freakin’ Messiah thanks to the talk going around.” Nathan tried to laugh at that but he didn’t really find it funny.
Sasha smiled though, and reached over to grab the hand moving rhythmically up and down his arm. “And then afterwards…you’ll call Puck,” he said, not asking, because he knew, he always knew.
“Yeah,” Nathan said, not needing to explain the whys to Sasha, because he probably knew that too. “Doesn’t mean I don’t plan to work like mad to find a way to get you out of your deal, baby, you know that. I still want this. I wantyou.”
“I know.” Sasha smiled sadly, believing Nathan’s intentions but still looking like he had accepted in life that some things would never be his, including a happy ending. “And it doesn’t mean you don’t want to tryeveryaspect of being an incubusbefore we switch back either…does it?” He grinned to banish that sorrow, licking his lips and looking at Nathan heatedly.
“Come here,” Nathan said again, even though Sasha couldn’t be more ‘there’, right on top of him really. But they coiled together, legs intertwining, arms tight around each other, and claimed a deep kiss that was only the beginning.
Chapter 33
“There’ssomethingI’vebeenwanting to do for a long time, if you’re up for it. You trust me, right?” Sasha’s eyes twinkled with mischief.
“With my life and my loins,” Nathan said. “Bring it on.”
A low laugh rumbled out of Sasha. He uncoiled himself from Nathan and rolled out of bed. “Good. Just give me a second to find them. You can take off your clothes in the meantime.” He crouched facing away from Nathan in front of his duffle, giving Nathan one hell of a view of pale, smooth, tattoo-less back and the far too inviting curve of his ass.
“Find what?’ Nathan asked, maybe somewhat wary, though he was off the bed seconds later, pulling off his socks.
“You’ll know soon enough.” Sasha peered over his shoulder. “Keep undressing and lie on the bed. I’ll be right with you.”
A pulse of heat went straight to Nathan’s groin just from how nonchalant Sasha was being about this secret sex-play. “Aww, don’t you want a striptease? I can do my Jamie Lee Curtis,TrueLiesimpression.” He waggled an eyebrow, hand snaking up his T-shirt to show off his abs, which were tighter now that he was an incubus, devoid of their usual bit of pudge.
“Complete with falling off the bedpost?” Sasha asked hopefully. “Coz that’s gotta be one of the hottest thing’s ever caught on film.”
Nathan couldn’t have agreed more. Nothing like innocent suburban wife and mother turned impromptu stripper, only her klutziness had made it even hotter. “Sure thing, babe,” Nathan trailed his hand along the bed as he walked to the end of it, letting his fingers graze slowly up the bedpost once he got there, “if you tell me what you’re looking for.”
“No deal.” Sasha turned back to the duffle. “I’ll take that striptease as a rain check. Now get on the bed.”
Foiled as he was, that was an order Nathan did not need asked of him more than once. He was curious and a little annoyed, but he’d listen. For now. He chucked his shirt, kicked off his pants, his shorts, and hopped back onto the bed. He kept forgetting about his tattoos, not used to seeing them on his own body. He found himself tracing the lines lazily as he laid back.
The anticipation of wanting to be with Sasha like this before it was taken away from them had him hardening with sudden urgency. He gave his dick a few quick, mindless strokes to still the pressure.
