Penn shakes his head free of the memories, as he continues eying his boy. The sharpness of those sculpted cheekbones, the dry and cracked lips pressed together in a thin line, the clenched jaw protruding - but it's those eyes. Those brilliant blue eyes that had always captivated him, once they danced with fire and glistened with mischief, but now are sullen and broken. A helix of agony coils through his chest at the sight. Overcome, he sits beside the blonde, not daring to scan his form again for fear of the rage that might overtake him.

A tentative hand sneaks onto Penn's thigh, uncertain fingers begin tracing small patterns. A choked sob escapes the older demons lips "Pup. why are you hesitating? You'd fear rejection from me?" The blonde places his chin to his chest and squeezes his eyes shut. "You know you'll always find comfort in me. I'll never turn you away." The swollen lids lift and soon Penn is met by the most painful image yet, his boy is pleading with his eyes. His boy. His beautiful, wild boy. His most treasured possession. Pleading. Instinctively, he reverts to the role they both know so well. "Need comfort, My boy."

No more words need be spoken, the statement carries historic meaning to the pair. Penn's hands move to unzip his slacks, exposing his waiting member to the night air, the blonde following suit, lifts his hips to slide the denim down his own thighs. An offered wrist is placed before Williams' mouth, eyes close slightly as his fangs enter the limb. Penn, removing his wrist and coating his shaft, pulls the smaller man onto his lap. "Love you, Pup." Spike finds the column, pressed against his entrance, muscles tense involuntarily at the imposition slowly sinking in. "This is what you need. There, now. You're so tight, lover. Gods. So tight. Always so tight around me." Twin moans escaping them as Penn is tucked neatly into his William, gentle rocking of hips offering long-denied relief. The blonde's head sinks back against the crook of Penn's neck, and his body wilts against him.

It always began this way after his lessons, William needing safety and consolation, Penn never disappointing his boy. Identical pose every time, the older demon seated, pulling William onto his lap, the youth's back flush against his chest, trousers collected around their legs, limiting movement - but movement was never what this act was about. This act was about restoration.

"Missed you, Gem. Missed you so much." The blonde moans out. "Pup, you should have told me you needed this. I'd have been here in an instant." "Always needed you." Penn's hand moves around William's hip to grip the straining flesh between his thighs. "Lover. My Pup. Need me. Let me feel you need me." The blonde releases the breath he wasn't aware he was holding, and stares down at the long, elegant fingers expertly stroking his shaft. His hand moves to circle Penn's, as they initiate the primitive rhythm - the rhythm branded on their beings.timeless. Each subtle change in caress carries with it decades of expert familiarity born of their blood in the distant past. Penn's lips press against the smaller demon's neck, a tempest of whispers begins to swirl around them, flashes of the chronicle, slipping sensations of the eternal tune. Like the skilled Artisan, Penn views his work, his chin rested on Spike's shoulder - beautiful, thick red flesh, painfully erect, disappearing into their fingers and reappearing craving more. Glistening with wetness, a graceful finger sweeps the tip, circling and spreading the liquid around the swollen head, down to the rim. Nimble movements knead William's member, exquisite sharpness, the connoisseur leading the game into dizzying heights. The supple lips lingering against his neck murmuring words he can no longer decipher, the blonde cranes his neck to capture those lips.

Eyes and lips. Penn's flawless face was always eyes and lips. Large grey eyes that seemed to read everything you were feeling, soft and giving - always. Those lips, the pouty bottom lip, just lying there, waiting to be suckled. His mind flies back to nights when he was a young fledge, and his Gem would lie next to him - the younger demon would spend hours worshipping those lips with his own. Penn would chuckle and allow his boy all the time he needed to memorize every inch of that yielding mouth.

He can remember the gentle words and vows of timeless love and affection that would pass between them as they lay together in the afterglow. "You like my lips, don't you lad?" Penn teased him. "I do. Very much." "Mmm, then kiss me again." And he would, if he had been granted eternity to spend lingering there, he would have gladly accepted. "I love you so, you charming creature. If I could take you with me, would you go?" "I would. Would Sire allow it?" "It's very selfish of me to want this, William. I do. I'm not apologizing for what I want. I am apologizing for wanting to take my Sire's greatest love, and keep it as my own." "I am yours, as much as I am His. Is that why you stay?" "I stay to be near you, yes. I stay because I can't imagine not being near enough to touch you, or hold you as you sleep, comfort you, caress you, love you the way you were intended." "But you'll leave." "Yes, Pup. I have to go. I am a Master, as you will be one day. I can't stay here much longer. Will you come with me?" "I love you, Gem." "I love you too - and there's my answer, no?" "I would go with you, and never look back. But what of Drusilla? Sire has limited patience with her as it is. And Darla - when Angelus leaves, she needs comfort. And Sire - do you think he'd let me?" "No, I don't think he would. and if I were him, and you belonged to me, I wouldn't let you either." "You could stay." "Ahh, Pup. for you, I'll stay as long as I can." "Can I kiss you again?" A smile, his only response.

It's all coming back to him now. The sensations of the familiar contact, Penn inserted tantalizingly within, responsive and delicate fingers executing increased gratification with each intrinsic movement. "That's it, Pup. Let it go. that's it. Feel me. Feel me." Spike's head relaxes against Penn's shoulder, his mouth parting slightly. "Need my lips, Pup?" "Yeah." The breathy response tumbles out. Penn shifts the form in his lap, twisting him slightly for easy access to his boy's mouth. Instantly Spike latches onto his bottom lip, sucking the soft wet flesh between his own. Penn's tongue travels out to dampen his William's dehydrated mouth. 'It shouldn't be this way - My Boy! His sensuous full lips, parched and chapped with hunger! My Boy!' His hips take on a more urgent rhythm, Penn begins to thrust deeply, knowing his boy requires this release. The mouth against his, chanting between licks "Love you. love you.", the sucking becoming more frantic. Suddenly, the blonde is thrusting back against him, letting Penn stretch and fill him entirely, then pumping forward to slide the beautiful thick flesh between his fingers. "So close. let it go, Pup. Don't resist me. let it go." Abruptly, William's sucking stops, and Penn moves in to completely cover his mouth with his own. A moan from the very being of his boy travels up and through his lips, and Penn willfully breathes it in, then instinctively releases himself in time to heighten the mind shattering orgasm of his William. "Coming. so hard. so hard for you, Pup." Looking down, he watches the pulsing stream of fluid coat their hands and splash against the flimsy t-Shirt. "Oh yes, that's it. you feel me now."

Spent, and panting they slump to the ground, Penn cradling his William, arms wrapped tightly around the chest of his boy. "Loved as you were intended." He murmurs, with his lips brushing against Spike's shoulder. The blonde's hand sneaks up to interlace his fingers with the older demon, and immediately moves back to Penn's hip to halt the withdraw from his passage "No! Don't go. Don't want to wake up." "Darling Boy, I'm not a dream, and I won't move. I won't. I'll stay here as long as you need." Lying, curled together, the older demon buries his head in the soft blonde locks "I remember when a vine of sable curls framed your face." The blonde lets out an amused laugh "Days of yore - Kings and Queens and Guillotines. " "I won't ask you, William. I won't ask you why you didn't come to me. I understand you wanted to do this on your own terms." "I wanted to, Gem. Wanted to see you. Wanted you to be proud of me." "You forget, Pup. You've nothing to prove to me. I've loved you at your strongest and your weakest. Ached for you to be at my side." "Am I now?" "Are you what now?" "Am I at your side now, Gem? Or will you." "Pup, you're free to be at my side, the decision is yours to make. You already know my desire." "What do you mean free?" "I mean - I only let that Bastard keep you under His promise to care for you. He's defaulted on that, for which I should slaughter him. But I digress - since you are no longer obliged to him, you are, in fact, free." "So. what then? You two made a deal over me?" "Yes." The blonde shuts his eyes against the memories assaulting him.

"This is too much for you right now, my boy. Just rest, I'll be here when you wake. We'll sort everything out then." Spike can feel the soft caresses as Penn winds his fingers through the tufts of blonde hair. "Promise." "Aye. I'll fix everything. You just rest." He allows the feelings to sink into him. safe. secure. shelter. home. Slowly, the darkness overtakes him, and he drifts away from the arms that keep him tethered to the past.

'I'm watching you sleep. Your chest still rises and falls, never could let go of that impulse. So charming, really. My blue-eyed boy, I've not spent a day when you weren't in my thoughts. I've wondered about you countless times, returned home to an empty house that held the ghosts of your laughter. I've regretted my decision to leave, but never wanted to interfere with your obligations - so I've waited, telling myself you would return to me in your own time. The moments we've shared are the sweetest I've ever known. And now I'm here. I come to find you this way. Not like this. My entire being cries out for you. But here you are, the boy who haunts me, nestled in my arms. I should have never trusted your care to anyone. I should have been selfish, and run off into the night with you at my side. Saying goodbye to you was a mistake I'll never forgive myself for. But - Oh the tales. William the Bloody, I would hear about you - you wicked Childe. I would imagine Sire taking you in his arms after your first Slayer, chest puffed out with pride over our boy. It served to ease the loneliness - had I known, Childe. Had I known. The flickering of your candles casts a glow over your cheekbones, like a perfect Adonis, you lie with me. Your eyes flutter beneath your lids, as if you're watching a movie behind them. What are you seeing, My Boy? You look so peaceful - so young. Are you seeing me? Are you reliving the horrors that you've been made to suffer? I'm so sorry. I can't stop touching you. I can't help but blanket you with my body to make sure you feel safe. Can you feel me? If I'd have arrived but a moment later - I cannot bear to think of it. The grief would overwhelm me, most assuredly. For if you were to go, it would not be long before I, too, perished. So you sleep now, my Pup - I will be here. I will always be here. I will be the only thing in your existence that remains pure. That remains yours.

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Yes, I'm watching a movie. None of this is real. That's not Darla sitting elegantly at the foot of the heavy oak table. I remember her face, so perfect, sweet lips turned up in a gentle smile just for us. That's not Drusilla, sitting prettily by her side, finger absently twisting her long black curls. That's not Sire, sitting at the head of the table, and playing with the cuff of his shirt. Of course that isn't Penn. I remember this night. No. This was the night Sire called us to the table to.

"Sit still, William. I've arranged fer Penn ta travel, ta begin his journey. Lest ye be wonderin' if I'm sendin' him away, yer answer is no. This has been planned fer some time. Not that I wouldn't be t'rilled ta no end, were he ta change his mind, and stay with us."

Yes, I've relived this scene a million times, maybe more. My head shoots to Penn, his eyes lock with mine, he mouths "Later." I know he will come to see me later in the evening, and say his proper goodbye. Now I look over at Darla, her brow furrowed with worry, her hand reaching out to cover Penn's, a slight squeeze. Drusilla is crying, I reach my arm around her shoulders, and pull her into me. Sobs against my chest, I look back to Penn, his eyes stay glued to me. Back to Sire, whose face has taken on a somber expression. He watches his family in pain, his eyes are slitted against the sight. My shoe makes knocking sounds against the floor as my leg twitches involuntarily. I knew this was coming. I knew. I have no reason not to be prepared for this. But I'm not! Sire pushes his chair back, stands - in all his glory. He seems enormous, broad shoulders blocking out the light flickering behind him in the hurricane lamp. His hand rests on Penn's head, fingers work into his hair, and now Penn is standing - and he's so beautiful. Elegant. His eyes finally leave mine, as he and Sire head towards the bedroom. Darla stands weakly, and moves towards the fire, sitting beside it, she stokes it with the poker. Drusilla is still sobbing against me, but I'm relatively certain she's forgotten why she's crying. I pick her up and carry her to Darla. We lie down, both of our heads on Darla's lap, her fingers caressing our hair, whispering calming words. "Shh, Children. We'll visit with him on occasion. We'll see him again." She sounds so confident, Drusilla accepts this, as I feel her sink against me. I know Darla's tone - perhaps she's not uncertain that we'll see him again, but she is worried that he'll be away from our protection. I hear it. She brings my hand to her lips "Sweet boy, promise you'll never leave us." "Never" I hadn't realized how tight my throat was, because it came out as nothing more than a whisper.

Late. it's so late. He's been with Sire for the entire evening, dawn is coming, so he won't be leaving till this eve. How much longer will he make me wait? I'll just get undressed, and lie in bed, and wait. I hear the door squeak open, and the sound of footsteps coming closer. I feel the bed sink, and then he's next to me, kissing my shoulders, and begging to enter me. I cannot turn to face him, and he knows, he lifts my thigh over his, and presses forward. "Remember me. Remember how I love you." He whispers as he slowly sinks in. Our bodies dance together, move in rhythm, his hands are all over me, and I can't stop crying. He's kissing my back, and arching against me, he keeps telling me he loves me. He's begging me. to leave with him. I can't answer him. I want to. I can't leave Sire. Can't leave Darla, Dru. it's not the way of things. He's crying, on my shoulder, the wetness is collecting and dampening my hair. I can hear the sun come up, we should be sleeping, or talking, saying our goodbye's. We aren't. We're moving against eachother, urgently, and we're crying. We're caressing, and feeling knots form in our throats. We're throwing our heads back and letting the physical sensations drown out the tightness in our chests. Sire is in the doorway, he's watching us. he moves to sit beside us on the bed. "Don't take my boy away." he whispers to Penn. Penn cries out, tears he's been holding back now stream freely down his cheeks. Then he is gone, and we continue to move together. but Penn is sobbing against my back, and he's filling me with his sorrow. We crash together in a symphony of bliss and regret. Now he's holding me, and I know how this ends. I fall asleep in his arms, and he wakes me before dusk, kisses me gently, and says "I'll see you later, Pup." Just like he would if he'd been going out for a hunt. The casualty with which it was said lulls me back against the pillows. But his scent isn't in the room, and now I remember. he's leaving. I run to the front door, swing it open. to see him confidently stridi

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"I'm here, Pup. Right here where you left me." Spike looks around, the form isn't next to him, but there's another sound in the room. A heartbeat. in the darkness of the corner, he sees Penn crouched next to a slumped body.

"What the hell!" "Thought you'd be hungry, lad. Brought you something to eat." "I. I. I can't bite him." "And why not?" "Because. the chip." The blonde taps his head. "Okay, Pup. you're going to need to elaborate, because I haven't a clue what you're talking about." "I'm talkin' about this bloody piece of metal in me brain! If I hurt a human - instant migraine. Lucky me." Penn's voice is cold. calm. deadly "Someone cut open your head?" "Yeah, Gem. Government gits." "Really now? Well, since you 'temporarily' can't bite. I'll just have to bite for you.Are you hearing this, Boy!" His eyes, suddenly, blazing yellow, snap down to the boy at his feet "You're going to pay for their sins. I do hope you're ready." The young man is lifted to the balls of his feet, the toes of his sneakers seeking purchase on the ground below, as the man next to him savagely tears into his throat. The blonde rises and moves towards the pair, Penn removes his fangs from the boy's neck, and places his mouth over Spike's, transferring the thick and rich elixir past his lips. Spike sucks in hungrily, as Penn moves to take another long draught from the exposed wound, again, passing the blood to Spike. again, and again. and again. the boy is dead. A cross is carved into his cheek, as he's cast into an open vault within the crypt.

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Part 4:

"An' that's the whole bloody story." The blonde sat on the floor, his back pressed against the wall, looking sad but somehow relieved to have finally shared his past with his brother.

Penn remained quiet as William finished his retelling of the events that led up to his being experimented on by the Initiative. A cold wind now blows through the open door of the crypt, a single leaf tumbles across the floor. The sound of Penn clearing his throat. "And Sire?"

"He never came, Gem. Not that I expected him to. I told you what 'appened the last time we met up."

"Right - the Gem of Amara. Any explanation as to why didn't you kill him then?"

"Bloody hell, I don't know. Wanker looks just like 'im. Also - I know Sire's there. Locked up an' chained inside. Don't want His blood on my 'ands."

"And what of His hands? Darla. Our Darla - He cast her into the pits of hell, and shows no remorse."

"Not Him, Gem. The Soul did that."

"Right, well, I suppose I'll need to take that up with him, then."

"Can we leave it out, Gem? Can we just get the hell outta this place, an' go somewhere."

"Where do you want to go, love?"

"I don't care. Somewhere. Wherever. Far away from Him."

"Pup." His voice betraying his casual posture "We will find a way to fix this. I WILL find someone to help you. Until then, I want you out of this place." He waves a disdainful hand at the cold grey stone surrounding them.

A cynical laugh falls from William's lips. "Hey. it's 'home'. Not much. but 'least it's mine, ya know."

Penn stands, and brushes the dust from his trousers, looking his Boy directly in the eye "Gods do not sleep among the dead, William."

"Haven't felt like a God in a long time, Gem."

"Another thing I'll be quick to remedy. Now, you said you've had this 'thing'," the word spat out with venom "in your head for over a year. It's obvious you haven't been feeding regularly, but you have been feeding, so where are you getting your supply if you're unable to bite?"

"Well. s'been an irregular diet o' pigs blood from the butcher. Though, sometimes. if I'm really lucky. I go to Willie's - 'at's a pub for 'our kind'. Have me a cuppa O-neg, I do."

"Then why are you drinking pigs blood when you can get the real thing at the pub?"

"S'not like I 'ave any dosh, an' Willie's not real good about runnin' a tab."

"So you can't harm maggots, that means you can't take the money you need. When you do go to the pub, where are you getting your money?"

A long silence follows "Watcher. sometimes the Slayer. If I help 'em. Sometimes I'm hungry enough to help 'em."

Penn's fist slams into the wall, the stone crumbling beneath the assault. He begins pacing, his eyes flashing yellow, the movements of a furious predator. "My Boy. My Boy being reduced to this! MY BOY!" Another fist rains down hard on wall, the shattered pieces of concrete collapsing to the floor. "HE SWORE TO ME! VOWED TO CARE FOR HIM!!"

Spike realizes it's futile to say or do anything at this point, as nothing will have an effect on the enraged demon, so he deftly jumps on the sarcophagus to wait out Penn's tirade. Penn heavily treads past the door, and into the cemetery where a stone angel sits perched atop an old headstone. One thundering blow knocks the head of the cherub from the statue, rolling to the ground at his feet. He continues stalking through the maze of markers, knocking over gravestones along the way. Suddenly, just as quickly as it started, Penn's outburst ends, and he finds himself in the middle of the graveyard. His head turns, and he sees William standing in the doorway to the crypt.

"Collect your things, Pup. We'll be leaving here shortly."

"Right then. give me 'alf a mo'."

"Make it quick, William. I don't care to be among their kind, dead or not."

Spike disappears into the crypt, and returns moments later with a sack of belongings. "Where are we off to?"

"Direct me to a place where we can rent a flat."

"I s'pose that all depends on 'ow much ya wanna spend. 'Course, s'not like we're in the South of France - we're not likely to find anythin' but a sorry excuse for an inn."

"That will do for now."

"Right then, follow me."

The pair make their way through the uncharacteristically quiet streets of Sunnydale and find themselves in the lobby of a modest motel - the rooms spread out like little bungalows. The man behind the bulletproof window eyes them suspiciously. "How many rooms do you want?"

"Just the one will do."

An amused smirk spreads across his face, the sweat from his brow glistens in a grotesque manner. "Yeah. room 226 - Here's the key. I'll be keeping that deposit if the room is any different when you check out."

"Yes, I imagine you would." Penn turns to face William "Let's go, Pup."

They walk out into the driveway "Gem - Bloke's a right tosser!"

"No worries, William. We'll have him for breakfast."

"Always did love the way you think!"

Penn winks and casts a lascivious grin at him. "Here we are. Room 226, just like the food told us."

The pair chuckle as they enter the room "Cor', s'been awhile since I slept in a bed!"

"Get used to being cared for properly William. I don't plan on spending a great deal of time in hovels and tombs."

"And what do you plan on spending a great deal of time doing?"

"Pleasuring you. in so many." Penn saunters closer to William "many." closer "many." eye to eye, now "different ways."

Their lips come together, soft and wet, William's tongue parting Penn's mouth. Slow and sensuous fingers trail over hips and torsos, unzipping, unbuttoning, and divesting each other of their inhibiting garments.

"Come Pup. lie with me." William moves to lie on the bed, and Penn places himself next to his boy. "Ahh Pup. It's been far too long for you, hasn't it?" "Yeah." the response, breathy with anticipation. Penn takes in the sight, his boy displayed before him, perfect alabaster skin stretched over ripples of muscles that call to being carved by Michelangelo Buonarroti himself. "So beautiful.you are perfection. Art at its' finest."

A moan passes through Williams' lips as skilled fingers trace the lines of his collarbone, down the defined torso, over sharp curves of hips, a thumb sneaking around to circle his navel, back up his torso, caressing a nipple that hardens instinctively to the touch. Lips now following fingers, wrapping around the hardened nub of flesh, sucking softly, strong hands gliding down his abdomen.

"Penn. Oh Gods Penn." "My beautiful boy." the cool breath against his skin sending shivers through his body. The torturous mouth laves its' way towards the aching shaft pressed firmly against his stomach, sweet licks follow the span of foreskin concealing the tip. With a gentle hand placed at the base of the swollen member, his entire length is rapturously slid into the cool expanse of wetness. "Bloody hell, Gem!" William gasps, as he peers down his body to watch Penn lustfully mouthing his cock, grey eyes travel up to meet his as a tongue circles between the pulsating rim and foreskin. Down again, deep into his throat, and William's mouth falls open; his head slumps back "Gods! Don't stop. More!" Up now, and hands grip the bedsheets "Aahh, Pennnn - you're killin' me!"

Moaning, Penn is moaning with his lips wrapped like a vice around the velvety flesh. Hips begin thrusting forward, and the dark haired man accommodates by adjusting his sucking to meet the upstroke. A hand begins stroking the tightened sac, rolling the tissue between his fingers. He can feel the surge building, Penn always could. Intimately his thumb traces up the malleable sac, to the root nestled in a bed of curls, and quickly up the length as streams of viscous fluid spurt forth. "Tasssste me." is the desperate cry from his boy. Sucking, drinking, hands continuously stroking every drop from his lover. The hips settle to a subtle rocking, Penn moves his body to brush over William, allowing him to feel his hardness press against his own softening member. A deep kiss consumes him, Penn pulls back, looking into those brilliant blue eyes "Can you feel what you do to me, Boy?" "I want you. so much, Penn." "You have me."

William's hand slips between them to envelop Penn's cock, a soft sigh as his head falls against the pillow next to his boy. "Oh, so many nights, William. So many nights. Closed my eyes, and felt you around me. Imagined being inside of you. You inside of me. Your hands. Gods. your hands."

"Will you come for me, Gem?" a whisper against his neck

"Not yet, love. Need to be inside you when I do." Hips barely thrusting into the closed hand

"Need that. Need me, Gem." His own sex swelling again at Penn's words

"Mmm, Boy. need you. all of you. Bury myself in you.ahh, could stay forever there." Soft kisses again trail his body, moans passing through his lips, Penn moving lower, lifting William's thighs, placing his hands firmly on each pale, muscular globe, spreading them apart, lowering his tongue against the sensitive flesh of the opening.

"Penn. Feels.Gods.Forgot." Ragged breaths forming words, Penn laves small circles around the fleshy ring, gently pressing forward, slipping inside "My God!" Plunging inward, soft. cool. so wet. His teeth gritted, shoulders pressing his head against the pillow "Penn. so good."

Never pausing, Penn's hands caress the muscles in his grip, his mouth pressed firmly against the passage as his tongue continues its' unrestrained adulation with long powerful strokes. Delving further, the clenched interior muscles becoming soft for him, he replaces his tongue with a finger, flicking the swollen gland slightly, and is rewarded by a euphoric moan. Mercilessly he strokes the gland, causing waves of pleasure to ripple through the boy before him.

His resolve breaks at hearing the moaning pleas, knowing William is unable to form words through the haze of ecstasy. The wanton position his boy is striking, thighs spread shamelessly apart, a hand locked behind either knee, exposing his entrance and begging to be taken. More than he can resist. Rising on his hands, and pressing his cock forward "This what you're begging for, William?" A sharp intake of breath, and an unnatural whimper "Want to feel me, Pup?" "Penn." "Yes lover, I'm going to take you now."

Fingers continue kneading tension from the entrance as the exquisite staff breaks through, urging itself deep into the snug channel. Penn's hips guide him gently as he scarcely slides himself in and out. Cautiously thrusting further, the aching hole spasms and compresses around his length. The moaning and panting setting a soothing easy pattern, he is only too willing to follow. Penn's hand reaching between them to caress William's cock.

"Penn. feels so good. it feels so." "Yes lover. Gods.yes you do." Lips press together, measured strokes driving in and out, while expert fingers labor over swollen flesh. Breathing in the fragrance of their skin, William's hips ride up to meet the languid pumping.

"Sweet Boy. Beautiful Prince." He rises up slightly to view his boy, the shaft deep red and iron hard from its' need, his own twitching in desire as Williams' channel tightens and relaxes involuntarily. "Gem. feel me around you?" "Aye, William. feel you.can't stop. so tight" "Tell me. tell me what you did when you thought of me." A choked groan from Penn, as he resists the release lingering beneath the surface, the realization of his yearning after being denied for so long threatening to overtake him.

"I used my hands, William. My hands like your sweet mouth, closed my eyes and imagined your lips wrapped around me, coaxing my release. Oh. William, so tight. Willed myself to see you beneath me as my hand worked over my sex, the place your tightness fit so well. Pictured you sprawled out before me, as you are tonight, your body mine to take, to possess, to fill you with my seed. William. Gods Will, have you any idea how much I love you? How much I've missed you. how my hands and the memories were the only comfort I had left? How many young sable haired lads I bedded in an endless quest to recapture you if only for a moment? Have you any idea, my love?"

"I've done the same, Gem."

"Then you tell me, William. tell me how you pleasured yourself with memories of me."

"I'd lie in bed.sometimes, if it was quiet enough, I swear I could taste you. I'd lie there, an' let my 'ands touch me the way you did, pull my knees up to my chest, and slip my fingers around, then inside, try to feel you. fuck me. the way you fuck me. stretch me, widen me 'ole, come between my fingers. just picturing your face."

Penn's lips quivering, willing himself to gain control, the looming completion picking away at his tenacity, concentrating on his boy "You wanted this, my boy." his hands move to Williams' buttocks, spreading the globes impossibly apart, and thrusting his thumbs on either side of his length, pressing into the muscle and pulling it wide open to receive him. "Feeling me fuck you. like this?"

William's head rolls back and then shoots back up to lock eyes with Penn "Yeah. an' you feelin' me take it all inside, watchin' me face as ya pump into me." Will is gliding his hips easily over the pulsing shaft inside of him.

"Gods William!" Once again struggling for control "Feeling me stretch your body to accommodate my desire... That's what you thought of, right William?" The long moan coming from his boy answers his question.

"Gem. slow, make it last.Let me remember."

"Aye, Pup. remember. And later, you'll make me remember this way."

"Gem. I'll make you remember. Bury me'self inside you, an' feel you the way yer feelin' me right now."

"Ahh, William. when ye fill me. ye'll see. See what it feels like for me at this moment." Neither man can speak now, their sensitive flesh over-stimulated at the words ringing through their heads.

Time passes in tormenting ecstasy as the dance continues; tongues lap at soft, salty skin, hips rolling up to meet and break away, white heat burning between them. Two bodies thrusting towards the inevitable conclusion, then pulling back, and dragging out the moments of rapture. The light playing on tightly muscled forms, loud groans echo through the room, slow, deep devastating. Penn rocking back, feeling the tight sheath surrounding him pulsate signaling the impending orgasm, "Love to feel you, William. feel you. touch you. come for me, beautiful boy."

"For you.Gem..Here.for you.Give you.everything." Fingers closing tight around Williams' cock, the feeling of Penn emptying into him, filling him with long nights of unanswered hunger and craving, his own response of yearning, loneliness, abandonment spurting out of him in thrashing, hammering thrusts against the closed fist.

Together they ride the waves of ecstasy, confessing time lost, sacrifice, memories that haunted and crippled them, euphoria, bliss, sadness, grief, gratification, fulfillment, indulgence, ache. A seeming eternity of twisted emotions knotted together in a delicate tapestry. Slumping together, with tears in their eyes, completed.exhausted, neither willing to move, just allowing the spiced sweetness of the reunion wash over them in rolling waves.

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