Page 31 of Envious Of Fire
Does it change Kyle? Does it stain his soul, or tamper with his heart, or transform him deeper into the inescapable clutches of their cursed and terrible nature?
Will Kyle someday become one of Them?
“Babe,mmm, can you,ouch, bite somewhere else?”
Kyle stops, lifting his face from Elias’s thigh. The mark his teeth left is deep, appearing like a bruise, sickly and reddish.
He is horrified at once. “Oh … I … think I …”
“My thighs are pretty amazing, huh?” says Elias, grinning, then wincing. “But yeah, that spot’s a bit sore. Can you—?”
In one second, Kyle is about to express all the doubts he’s been suppressing since their argument less than a week ago that nearly split them up. The last thing he wants to do is inflict real pain on the man he loves. He wants to stop. He worries he was right all along and one day, he will go a step too far. He wants to grab the first aid kit from the bathroom.
The next moment, he is overpowered by a resurgence of Elias’s deep desire for Kyle to continue, to bite him somewhere else, to bite himeverywhereelse, no matter the cost.
Elias seems to enjoy even the soreness and the pain, as if it’s nothing more than sore muscles after a tough workout.
He wants Kyle to make every other vulnerable part of himjust as bruised.
The sexual appetite swelling between them reverberates—Elias’s driving Kyle’s, Kyle’s driving Elias’s, the pair of them in a deadly dance with an increasing tempo that has no chance of slowing until someone kills the string quartet.
Perhaps this is the first moment Kyle recognizes how truly dangerous his own gift can be, how it renders him susceptible and vulnerable to anyone’s emotions within reach.
Even still, Kyle finds himself on Elias’s chest again, chooses a spot, ignores caution, sinks his teeth into an arm.
Don’t they both deserve this?
Haven’t they been afraid for long enough?
Kyle feels Elias’s strong bicep flex under his teeth, which only helps in directing the blood more easily, as biting into muscle isn’t the most efficient way of getting blood. But the bite is far more important than the blood, and Kyle enjoys a subtler taste, putting himself in a frenzy of yearning as he sucks harder, Elias fighting against his restraints, pretending to resist as he bears the pain.
“Babe …”
Kyle releases Elias’s arm, this time less easily than before, a flicker of annoyance passing over him at being interrupted.
Until he sees the mark on Elias’s arm, worse than the last.
“Am I … Am I biting too hard?” breathes Kyle.
A cocky grin spills across Elias’s face. His smile is somehow sexier with the blindfold, as if it brings full focus to the strong shape of his lips when they curl at the corners. “Think a little rough play is gonna scare me? I told you I can take it, right?”
“I know, but—”
“Hey, hey.” Elias lifts his head slightly. “I’ll tell you when it’s too much, alright? Besides, you can feel me every moment, too, using your Reach-thingy.”
Hearing that self-given name for Kyle’s gift is strange. Heshould never have said it the other day after they returned from Las Vegas. Elias knows just about everything now, the only soul in the world to whom Kyle has confided all of his truths—other than Tristan, who is forever no longer in the picture.
“Yes,” says Kyle. “You’re being amazing. Communicative. I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“Well, if you wanna look at it another way, you’re hurting mewithmy consent.” Elias’s lips curl up deviously again. “Just think of it like guys who like spanking. Whipping. CBT.”
Kyle blinks. “CB-what?”
That causes Elias to let out a boom of laughter. “I swear, Kyle, the clueless jock comes out of you in the funniest times, and I just can’t help but find it so damned adorable.”
“Pretty sure you made that up,” mutters Kyle with a frown.
“Hey, how about you tease my rock hardcocksome more, give myballsa bit of atorturingsqueeze … show me just how helpless I am.” He smirks, lolls his head to the side, chuckles. “You will figure out quick what those letters mean.”
