Page 12 of Dead Air
“As long as you aren’t blaming yourself.”
“I’m trying not to,” Niall whispered sheepishly.
“Good. Let’s put it aside and do something that will make you feel better, starting with breakfast.”
Chance ordered Niall to have a seat at the other picnic table, then hurried into the larger tent. He reappeared a moment later with a small tray piled with fruit salad from the general store, a yogurt cup, a bag of jerky, a can of mixed nuts, and two bananas.
“I’m afraid this is the best I could do. But I do have tea and I put the kettle on right before you arrived,” Chance said as he set the tray on the table and quickly shook out a handkerchief, spreading it between them like a tablecloth.
“You didn’t have to raid your rations for this!” Niall protested, earning a scolding look from Chance.
“I would have made you something decent if I had another day to plan and forage a little better. I already called in an order for more supplies so I’ll be ready next time.”
“Next time?” Niall raised a brow as he reached for the banana, making Chance chuckle as he came around and sat next to him.
“It’ll be your turn next, to host breakfast, but I’m going to knock your socks off when it’s my turn again,” he predicted with a cocky grin.
Niall humphed as he peeled and took a large bite out of the banana. “Challenge accepted,” he said, offering it to Chance.
He chuckled again as he leaned in and bit off a piece. His eyes held Niall’s as he chewed, then slowly licked his lips, swaying closer. “So…uh…when we’re done with this…” Chance cleared his throat and there was a strained groan as he licked his lips again. “Do you maybe…” He inhaled, his eyes closing as the tip of his nose brushed Niall’s. “Do you wanna show me more salamanders? We can’t go back to your secret spot but I’d like to assess a few red-backed salamanders from the rest of the mountain for comparison,” he whispered huskily, the hot huff of his breath tickling Niall’s lips and making him shiver. He was definitely blushing as he nodded.
“I was hoping you’d ask.”
Seven
It was a good thing Roger’s soul was already damned for an eternity. Cenn wanted to murder him again for causing Niall to cry himself to sleep. They had shared a cheerful and productive day but Niall’s thoughts returned to Roger as soon as he was alone and his mood tanked. Roger wasn’t worth it and Cenn had nearly broken and gone to Niall, he’d felt so frustrated and useless as he watched from the shadows behind the door.
He’d been forced to wait until Niall fell asleep to comfort him. “Be at peace, my sweet Niall.” Cenn whispered as he petted Niall’s face and hair with fingers made of smoke. They smoothed away the furrow in Niall’s brow and soothed the raw puffiness around his eyes. “You deserve nothing but joy and pleasure. Do not waste another tear on that disgusting creature. Do you understand me?”
Niall nodded faintly. “I won’t…” he breathed, the last of his sadness fading as he exhaled.
“That’s my good boy.” Cenn was pleased to see the tension melt from Niall’s face, replaced by a loose smile. “Dream of me. Dream of Chance.”
“I’m your good boy?”
“Of course, you are.” Cenn waited, listening to Niall’s dream for clues to his desires. “My love! You’re in a mood tonight.”
Cenn lifted Niall, making the room warmer as the quilt slid off his body. He floated above the bed, his arms dangling loosely as Cenn peeled his boxers off. They fell to the floor and Cenn rose and swirled around Niall’s body, gasping ecstatically as he merged with the downy softness of his soul. In Niall’s dream, he was naked and restrained with his head hanging off the edge of the bed. Chance was teasing Niall’s lips with the head of his cock.
“Open for me, my love,” Cenn whispered in Niall’s ear.
His jaw stretched and Cenn crooned adoringly as smoke filled Niall’s mouth, growing firmer and warmer as it slid back and forth. Smoke curled around Niall’s ankles, spreading them as tendrils wound around his legs and his erection. It lapped between Niall’s cheeks, making him moan around the smoke plunging in and out of his mouth as his cock was wrapped in sucking pressure. He pinched and twisted Niall’s nipples, making him whimper and gurgle with glee..
“That’s it. Show me how good you can take Daddy’s cock.”
Smoke slipped past the tight ring of Niall’s ass, slowly creeping deeper and stretching his passage. A throaty chorus of pleading, orgasmic moans swelled from Niall as sweat dripped from his pores and cum spilled from his cock. Cenn sucked up every drop and drank every euphoric cry from Niall’s lips as he came again and again.
Cenn exalted each time Niall screamed Chance’s name in his dreams and was nourished by the fiery rapture that madehismortal’s soul glow brighter and stronger in the night. Each orgasm was a rush that took Cenn higher and fed his demonic need to claim more of Niall’s beautiful essence. He reveled in Niall’s soul but didn’t leave any marks, slipping in and out and around it, tasting every tremor of pleasure and the vibrancy of his lust.
He couldn’t come the same way Niall did but Cenn experienced his own darkly ethereal implosion, a static electric burst of blue heat that lit up the room and made his eyes glow. In that brief flash of a moment, Niall woke up and Cenn saw himself reflected in his eyes, two bright blue sparks in the night.
“Sleep!” Cenn whispered as smoke swept over Niall’s eyelids, making them close.
“Was I a good boy?” he slurred and smiled as he drifted back into the sensual peace of his dreams.
“Such a good boy.”
He lowered Niall back onto the bed and Cenn retreated to his corner, winded and stunned anew at the voracity of Niall’s hunger for Chance. The desire to sate that hunger as Chance was overwhelming at times but Cenn worried that it would be too cruel to play with that part of Niall’s heart. He believed he could have a fling with Chance but Niall didn’t understand how easy it was to manipulate his emotions.
