Page 23 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 9-12
There was a tree growing out of the crevice halfway up the wall.
Ruin could be reclaimed.
He had been a ruin once. A failure. A lump of living breathing cells consigned to the trash heap of society.
His shoulders heaved. He dragged cold air into his lungs. Footsteps came down the nave, too light to be Émeric’s.
Jun came to a stop in front of him.
Gods, the man was beautiful. Dark hair around an angular face. Eyes brown like the hope of flowers beneath a spring rain.
Jun held out his hand.
Damian took it. Jun pulled him to his feet. He tugged Damian forward toward the altar. Damian followed. They mounted the steps. Jun kicked trash and debris away. He held Damian’s gaze, backing up against the altar, pulling Damian toward him.
“Alpha.”
Damian growled. He surged forward, gripping the altar with one hand and bracing the back of Jun’s head with the other. He kissed his man.
“Where’s Habibi?”
“With Richard.”
He needed skin. His fingers went to Jun’s coat. His boy helped. They opened his coat and his jacket. He was wearing one of Damian’s own shirts; he recognized the pattern and buttons. It was hanging off him, too large and so perfect. The sight fed his need. He jerked the fabric out of Jun’s waistband. The boy’s belt was in the way. He unthreaded it from the buckle. Jun kissed him, both hands clasped around Damian’s neck. He didn’t stop even as Damian grasped his perfect ass and lifted him up on the altar. There was something in the way. He swept it aside. It clattered somewhere faraway.
“Alpha. DaSu.” Jun was chanting his names.
“Mine. My beautiful boy. My wolfling.” He was weeping. Jun was so clean, so beautiful. So raw. His future. His hope.
“Damian.”
Richard. He looked up.
Richard and Émeric carried a heavy blanket between them, unfolded. “The surface is rough. Lift your boy.”
He obeyed. Richard worked one-handed, holding Habibi against his chest. Émeric eased out the folds, laying the blanket out. They backed away, Richard’s steady tread moving out of the sanctuary. Damian set Jun back down on the altar, pulling his pants down his legs.
Jun groaned, his hands running endlessly over Damian’s head.
“Need you, Jun.”
“I know. That’s why I came.”
Damian folded to his knees. Jun’s cock was right in front of him. So many times, he’d taken communion from this very altar. This was a union he would much rather have. He wrapped his lips around Jun’s length.
Jun moaned. His hands slowed, gripping tighter, his thighs shaking. Damian gripped Jun’s ass, pulling him to the edge. He made love to the pulsing, living flesh on his tongue. Dragged the head against the roof of his mouth and laved the length with his tongue. This was real. This was life. This was who he was.
This was his family.
He would burn a thousand of his old families for this. He’d ruin a thousand churches for this. This was his promised land. This was his heaven.
Jun screamed, his hips jerking between Damian’s hands. Cum coated his throat. Damian stood, dragging Jun close, gripping his neck, and forcing a kiss. Jun’s mouth opened for him, and he fed him his cum, sharing the taste between them.
“Mine.”
“Yours.” Jun gripped him back, shaking.
Episode 10
