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Achilles steered Dee to a broad-trunked tree and pushed him back against it.A little bit hard, yes, but Dee seemed to enjoy a firm touch.When Achilles pressed up against him, Dee embraced him tightly but then quickly moved his hands to Achilles’ head, tugging his hair as they made out.Since Achilles also enjoyed a firm touch, this was delightful.
The raven, who was now definitely spying on them, called from overhead and was answered by a second.
“Bird peeping toms.”Dee laughed into the crook of Achilles’ neck.Dee’s smooth cheeks were very warm.They kissed some more.Possibly for hours, because nothing else seemed as good, as important… no, asvital, in all senses of the word.
Achilles managed to work his hands past Dee’s waistband, gripping the firm muscle and soft skin of his ass, feeling the tree’s nubbly bark digging into the backs of his hands.Their cocks ground together, cushioned annoyingly by a few layers of fabric.And of course there were slippery tongues, hard teeth, soft lips… so many sensations that Achilles was drunk with them.
And then he wasn’t just drunk—he was ravenous.He licked Dee’s neck, opened the jacket, and pulled down the neck of the T-shirt enough to mouth his collarbone.And then, even better, he rucked up the tee so he could nibble Dee’s nipples.Mostly tenderly, but sometimes not quite, so that still-pinioned Dee writhed and moaned and finally flat-out begged.
Those pretty words drove Achilles to his knees—potential mud and small forest creatures notwithstanding—to hastily unfasten Dee’s jeans and shove them and his underwear down over his hips.And then wasn’t Dee a sight!Front bare to the elements from upper chest to thighs, skin flushed and chest heaving, arms spread wide against the tree as if he were offering himself up to a forest god.Cock rampant.And eyes wide open, staring at Achilles as if he was the amazing one.
Not in the mood for teasing, Achilles dug his fingers into Dee’s hips and took his cock into his mouth.He tasted good, warm and salty, and he made desperate little gasps with every bob of Achilles’ head.
It would have been nice to continue like that forever, but Achilles was too greedy.He slid off, nipped at the point of one hip, rose to his feet, and spun Dee around to face the tree.Dee hugged the trunk like a lover and canted his ass outward.The damned borrowed jacket, too big on him, was in the way, so Achilles maneuvered it off of him.Feeling a little too guilty to just toss it aside, he draped it over a shrub before returning his attention to glorious bare skin.
He knelt again and, after a few moments of happily kneading and lightly slapping Dee’s ass, used his tongue.When Dee’s noises became even more insistent and he was pushing back so strongly that they were both in danger of tumbling to the ground, Achilles decided Dee was ready enough.He fumbled his own jeans open, hissing a little as the chill hit sensitive skin.Seconds after that, however, he wasin, surrounded by welcoming heat and urged on by Dee’s words, which were a garbled mix of pleas and commands.
Achilles grunted with every thrust.He felt strong.Feral, as if the trappings of civilization had fallen away from him entirely.He felt like a warrior, a demigod, a hero.And when Dee howled his climax to the ravens and the trees, Achilles felt like a lover too.
They both moved a bit stiffly on the short walk back to the cabin, but Achilles figured it had been worth the ache in his knees.Dee didn’t look regretful either.
When they entered, Jerry and Art stopped mid-conversation to stare at them.Then Jerry guffawed.“The joys of young love.”
“We’re not that young,” Dee pointed out.
“You’re practically babies.And you’re new.I was a virgin when me and Art met, but wow, those first few months?—”
“Jerry!”Art looked lovingly exasperated.“They don’t need to hear all the details.”
Unrepentant, Jerry winked at Dee.“Lemme just say, we made up for lost time.”
“Jerry!”
“Maybe,” Achilles said, “it’s a good time to talk business.”
Everyone’s expressions turned serious as Dee and Achilles took their seats.Achilles opened his mouth to speak, but Dee beat him to the punch.“I’m cool with being bait.I mean, otherwise I’m going to spend my life in hiding anyway, and if I can contribute to the cause, I’m all in.”
“I guess you already know the risks,” Art said.
“Yup.”
“And you realize….This is going to entail more than luring someone somewhere, having your allies bash them on the head, and then you get to sail on home.”
Dee looked slightly offended.“Yeah, yeah, I get it.They’re not going to send the head honcho to fetch me.Even assuming there is a single head honcho and not a… cabal.I figure that I’m going to have to pretend that I’ve had second thoughts about leaving them, so I can infiltrate and gain info.And then I’m going to have to escape so I can get the info out.”He said it easily, as if he was describing a trip to Safeway.
But Art wasn’t finished.He cleared his throat.“Do you also realize you’re going to have to offer them something to demonstrate good faith?”
“Oh.Yeah, okay.I can grant a wish for them.I’m not sure what I’ll do if they wish for something really destructive, but I guess I can deal with that if it comes to it.”
“Um…” Art said, and Achilles remembered that Art had washed out as a regular agent because he was too soft-hearted.
Achilles decided to rescue him.“He means me, Dee.You’re going to have to give me to them.”He’d been hoping to avoid this discussion until the last minute, which was cowardly of him.
“No.No way.”Dee glowered, arms crossed.“I saw what she did to you, and that place where she stuck you when she wasn’t torturing you, and… just no.”
“Look, I’m not even all that valuable to them.You’re a huge treasure; I’m just a fun little toy.But you stole me from them, and they’re probably extra pissed over that, and there’s no way they’ll believe you unless you hand me back.”
“You’re not a goddamn soccer ball!”
