Viktor was quick to catch on, and Ant found himself turned around again, Viktor’s cock was out and then back in his body again before he had a chance to register it had been missing. Ant still couldn’t see the man bringing him so much pleasure.
But at least this time Ant could hold onto the biceps under his fingers, his legs could hook over Viktor’s hips, and his cock could finally have someone else’s abs to rub on as well as his own.
Tilting his head back, Ant left his eyes closed, letting the water wash through his hair, the steam in the shower stall adding another dimension to Viktor’s grunts and moans. Viktor was speeding up, his thrusts getting deeper, his desire so tangible, Ant could almost feel that, too.
It was in those moments that Ant truly knew that they were one - knew absolutely that Viktor was the only one for him. He slid his hand down Viktor’s torso, reaching for his dick. Circling his dripping cock in his palm Ant gave it two sharp tugs and his orgasm hit him. The scent of spunk hit the air,
Viktor’s groan took on a guttural edge.He’s close.Ant didn’t need his powers to know that. Sure enough, four thrusts later, and Viktor’s grip on Ant’s hips tightened, and he growled as his body froze. Pleasure, pride, and deep contentment flowed through their bond as they stood like statues – well, Viktor was standing, Ant was still hanging on.
“I do love the fact that you have one of those instant hot water systems,” Viktor rumbled, sounding like a deeply contented cat. “I never have to worry about the water getting cold when we’re having fun in the shower.”
“I think,” Ant said drowsily, “that if I worked it out scientifically, even with a standard hot water tank, there is a good chance that the average length of time a male takes to orgasm would be shorter than the amount of time it took for a hot water cylinder to run cold. I am not sure how those averages would change with paranormal beings, and it’s possibly influenced by how hot the water was in the tank in the first place, but I can ask at the Mage Academy if you wish to know. If it hasn’t been studied, someone there would love the chance to work it all out.”
Viktor chuckled. “It fascinates me what you think about when my dick is slowly softening but still inside of your ass.” He cupped under Ant’s buttocks, keeping him steady while he shut the water off and moved them both out of the shower cubicle.
“I’ll dry us with magic,” Ant said, his eyes still closed. “You probably need to feed.”
“Don’t look now, Ant, but I already have. Your blood is particularly tasty when you’re highly aroused.” That chuckle was back again. Ant got the impression of Viktor grabbing a towel, wrapping it around Ant’s shoulders as he walked them through to the bedroom. Settling them both on the bed, Ant found himself nestled on Viktor’s chest.
It was a nice feeling, being held close afterward. However, that touching set off part of Ant’s curse. It didn’t take long before Ant realized that Viktor’s mind was on other things.
“What is it?” Ant slowly started drawing random shapes on Viktor’s pectoral muscle with his forefinger, up to the shoulders,tracing along the collarbone, around the shoulders, back across the collarbone, and down again.
“I was just wondering what happens to those people who have all those cases that they send to your office, the ones we haven’t touched? I’m fairly sure you haven’t had a chance to work on any of them since we got together. Do they just wait indefinitely, or do the applications drop off after a while? Do people get annoyed? How do you handle it?”
“What made you think of my business now?” Ant asked, more curious than upset. His mind often went off on different tangents at unusual times. It didn’t bother him that Viktor’s did the same thing. They had already proven neither one of them was good at doing nothing.
“I was just wondering. This current business isn’t going to last much longer, and I mean, even now, while we’re waiting for information to come in…”
Ant snorted. “Bridget must be losing her touch. Hammond should have sent that file by now, and so should the prison warden. But there were no texts from Bridget saying they’d arrived. I’ll have to chase them up myself personally in the morning.”
He yawned. “What made you think of my other clients now, though? Carmine’s not the only issue we’re working on.”
“It’s the only one I’m concerned about right now.” Viktor’s grip around Ant’s back tightened. “Finding Carol’s killers is one thing, I know that will make you feel better. But you’ve already stopped Carmine in his tracks with that séance business.”
Chuckling, Ant said, “Do you honestly think Carmine’s going to let us go that easily? You were the one who told me he wouldn’t. Besides” - he sighed and stretched out his legs, getting comfortable - “my magic tells me that showdown is still a waysaway yet. But he’ll come after us again. It’s just a case of waiting and finding out how.”
“I thought you said you couldn’t see things that will happen in the future, only in the past.”
“I’m a psychic who specializes in reading the events of the past, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have some inkling of what might happen in our immediate future. In the meantime, I’m not going to stop the investigation into Carol’s murder. For my other clients, which was what you were asking about, they all respect the fact that I do have other work. Bridget makes sure they’re told the moment they might make an application. Even before this business, I was working with the Mage Academy and the police. That work takes precedence over private clients.”
“I’m not sure that sounds fair to the private clients who probably think their matter was urgent as well, otherwise they wouldn’t have gotten in touch with you.”
Ant thought about how to explain. “The clients might think that – I’m sure that’s perfectly natural – but from a priority perspective, nothing they’re asking for help with is going to be urgent. For example, I only ever did murder scene readings on the police’s behalf – they are the organization most people go to for help in those matters. The same applies if someone is abducted or is missing. Those requests came from the police.”
“So, what do you actually do for private clients?”
“It varies. Sometimes they want me to touch an item and find out something - perhaps about their dead relatives’ last minutes, last days, things like that. I get asked quite often to check a house for spirits, especially if a relative has died in that house. I get countless requests because grieving family members believe they can sense their late aunt, uncle, or parent in the house after their death.
“There are the rubbish ones, of course. For example, people complaining because they were sure that Granny had left a will somewhere, and they wanted to know which wall in the house they were supposed to knock down to find it.
“Bridget throws most of those in the trash. But there are some cases that Bridget will keep out for me because she thinks I can do some good or learn something from the case. That was what was in the pile of papers she gave me to share with you when we got interrupted by you being stabbed.”
“You were doing so well.” Viktor burst out laughing. “You hadn’t mentioned that in days.”
“Yes, well, don’t think it means I forgot about it.” Stroking up the back of Viktor’s ear, Ant said sleepily, “There’s always going to be work for us to do if you want it. But please, will you let me find Carol’s killers first, even if it’s just so that I know who they are?
“There’s just something special about this case. I know a lot of young people die, and people say they have gone before their time, and how unfair it is. I can’t answer that one way or the other. But you saw Carol, you saw her in my head. She was happy, and those men cared for her. Don’t you think they want to be caught?”
