Van cannot conceal his beauty, even in the cover of night. I watch him practice his katas on the castle rooftop, hoarding the sight deep into my memory. Eagerness and diligence labor the sweat and frown onto his brow. My prince silhouettes a dark shadow across the rising moon, and I am drawn to him as if by magic.
He reminds me of myself, when I first became a knight. I had sought to serve a noble king, someone benevolent and honorable. But as the years passed, I lost that innocent quest along with the rights to my soul. Imagine my shock when I found one monarch enriched with all the qualities I dreamed of: Van Farnel. He stood before me, the paragon of youth, staring at me with hate and awe. Oh, Van. Do you see an enemy in me, too?
I bout with him, merciless, as my teacher had trained me. He is good, but does not attack with enough confidence. As his sword falls to clink upon the gravel, I tell him so, and move to leave, hiding the desire the stings behind my eyes.
He hesitates; does he wish me to stay?
No. He is looking at my princess. Millerne. She bursts forth from her secret place behind the pillar, smiling radiantly at me with child-like eyes from so long ago. Millerne…
He’s leaving. Something sharp and heavy sinks in my breast, but I let him go. What else can I do?
"Allen!" she calls.
Yes. I am hers. Better to let her hang upon me, and shelter her heart… shelter my own. For what could the Prince of Farnellia ever want with me?
After a brief embrace, a simple kiss, I combat her fears, assuage her need, and send her to her chamber. I do love her, but with her, I never feel complete. What is it I am searching for? Van? Imouto? Toosan?
"Gaddes!"
"You seem shocked, chief. It’s only me."
Yes. Only you. Always you. Alone, watching over me. Protecting me, perhaps? I cannot help the sad smile that spreads upon my lips. There you stand, gazing down at me with those big brown eyes…
"Ga….Gaddes!"
I’m pinned against the wall, his strength pressing my back into the cold flat stones of the archway. We are alone on the winding stairway, the torch-light creating a soft glow around him, chasing the darkness away.
"Allen. You’re doing it again. Torturing yourself." He growls his disapproval at me. "I won’t allow it."
Snickering, I lightly rest my fingers atop the hands that mangle my silk shirt in their excited grip.
"Oh, Gaddes." I sigh. "It is late. Let me go. There is much to do for tomorrow’s journey…"
"Always such selflessness and self abuse. You’re not a sacrifice, Allen!" His breath is warm on my face, tempting me to feel something more than I should…
I must act quickly, before his earthy scent clouds my mind. "What do you know about it, Gaddes? It is not your place to tell a knight what to do."
He looks wounded that I pulled rank on him. Wounded that I reminded him. I know he is twice the man I will ever be, but my title gives me privilege and respect that Gaddes cannot claim. It is wrong of me to use it as a weapon against his concern for me.
My face and voice soften. "It is not your place, just as it is not mine to complain to royalty about their expectations. We all have duties, Gaddes. Now, let me go."
"Never," he whispers, his lips a bare inch from mine.
My breath stops; he’s going to kiss me. He’s going to kiss me and it’s going to feel good and I’m going to like it and then there’s no going back and I’m sure it’s inappropri—
"Mmmm." I hum into his mouth, his lips pressing firmly against mine, his head gently tilting back and forth. It’s an amazing kiss. Who knew a sky captain could kiss so well? He pulls me by my shirt until I rest against him and I can feel the heat emanate from beneath his tunic. Oh Gods. He’s so strong.
He pulls away and I am left to shiver, my mouth hanging open, my lips wet with his kiss. Stumbling, I fall back to the wall, my knees suddenly feeling very weak.
"Gaddes…"
"Oh, say my name again, my lord!" His voice is husky, full of need. Does he want me so much? I suspected he might feel something towards me, his loyalty so unswerving and effortless, his devotion unlike any other—
"Hmhmmm." My hands forge into his rich black hair, trimmed in such choppy layers around his neck and ears. He’s beautiful in a masculine way… so… strong and safe and… "Mmmm."
"Allen…" He breathes in my ear. "You taste so good, Allen…"
"Ah!"
His mouth travels over the cords of my neck, lapping and sucking at me as he presses us up against the wall. I cannot feel enough of him against me…
"Gaddes…"
"Again."
"Gaddes…"
"Yes!"
I thrash, suddenly aware of our placement and timing. "No! This…this isn’t appropriate, Gaddes. Please…please, stop."
He pauses for a moment to glance up at me with deep, endless eyes. There’s something predatory lurking there…something…
"You want me to stop?"
I let out a puff of air. "Yes."
"Are you sure?"
I reel myself in and loosen my grip on his shoulders. "Yes."
"Is that why you have this? Is this for me, or the boy?"
He cups my crotch, enfolding my length in his gloved palm, stroking it almost imperceptibly until passion rages into my loins. I squirm and whimper, struggling to get away, knowing it’s useless because he’s a thousand times stronger and faster than me…
"No…"
I gasp as he rubs his stomach and pelvis across my hips, grinding his own impressive girth into me.
"I think you’re lying, Sir."
"You--"
Another smoldering kiss, scorching away my resistance, prodding me with desire. His hands wrap around my waist, cupping my ass possessively, and I have no choice but to cling to him as he surges me forward. He kneads my buttocks, fascinated with memorizing my form, it seems. I find I like his large hands exploring me…hands made rough and callused from hard work… from freedom…oh Gaddes…
"Allen," he says, quite confidently. "I know what you long for. And I am going to give it to you!"
"Ugh!" Muscular thighs nudge at me until he is seated comfortably between my legs. His mound brushes against mine in an electrical surge and I can’t help draping my left leg around his waist.
Kisses. Rained down upon my face and neck. His hands are gentle but insistent as they part my shirt and expose my chest to the chilly night air. From the cold, or my own excitement, my nipples harden into beads of flesh.
He smiles softly and descends to lick them. First one, then the other, nipped and twisted and bathed in adoration. I’m groaning like a virgin, thrusting my hips slowly against his pelvic bone, making myself extremely hard.
"Gaddes…mmmm…."
"I know, Allen. I know…what you need…"
"Not here."
His look is amused. "The stairway not a good enough place to fuck for nobility?"
"Gaddes, anyone can see--"
"Let them. Let her. Let her see your true self…"
I fight him in earnest now. The horror of Millerne finding out that I lust after men… after my subordinate… that I am so willing and eager to be fucked on the castle staircase…like an animal…no, no, no!
He pins my wrists together above my head, shoving me back to the wall. My feet trip on the uneven stairs and were it not for his arms, I would surely have fallen to my death. I look down at the winding stairs, then up at the starlit sky over the rooftops. Trapped. This time, by desire.
"Gaddes, please…not here…"
He ignores me, unfastening my pants with undisguised haste. Roughly, he pulls my shirt back and traces lazy fingers over my abdomen sheath. It makes me pant with want. Finally, he reaches into my breeches and takes hold of my throbbing manhood.
"Ah! Ga…"
My penis is encapsulated in his hot fist, which pumps up and down my length in agonizingly slow ministrations. He is deliberate in his torture, I realize. He knows how I like to deny myself. He gives me what I need. I trust him.
"I trust you."
Something shines behind his eyes and his kisses become tender. "I will never let you down," he murmurs to me, nuzzling my ear playfully.
Suddenly my wrists are free and my shirt is torn from my chest. Gaddes flings it over his shoulder and attacks my pants. He rakes them down my legs, tearing them in two when he reaches my leather boots. I stand before him, naked but for my boots, shuddering uncontrollably in the night wind.
He takes his time appreciating my body; I know from experience what he sees. Long, slender legs, dappled with blonde peach fuzz. A blonde nest of hair over my purple cock, which tilts slightly upwards. A well exercised torso and pair of arms. Long, flowing blonde hair. Finally his gaze rests on my blue eyes, and I know he likes what he sees. I know he loves who he sees. Do I love him back?
I tear at his shirt, unable to control myself any longer. I want to see him, want to feel him. So near to me every day, yet every day, so unattainable. He helps me, raising his arms as I part his garments from him. I stop in awe, staring at the expanse of neck and shoulder, shoulder and chest, rippling with gorgeous muscles and flawless bronze skin.
"Do you like what you see?" he asks me.
"What is there not to like?" I say, my mouth dry.
He chuckles and tosses his shirt to the floor. "Do you want to see more?"
"Yes." My eyes must betray me, I am sure. "Yes, show me more."
He carefully unbuttons his trousers, maneuvering them around his massive erection. They fall in one swift motion to the floor, and he quickly kicks his boots off along with them. Naked, a god before me, he flexes unconsciously in response to the cool air.
Overcome, I lunge at him, kissing his chest and neck like a hungry beast let out of its cage. I bury my nose in the crook of his shoulder, letting my hands wander all over the hard plains of his body. Everything about him is hard. His chest. His stomach. His glorious cock. Hard, and standing at attention for me.
I tenderly take it in my hands and create a warm tunnel for him to thrust into. It does not take long; my kisses and stroking prompt us both to frenzy.
"Allen…"
"Mmm. Show me more," I whisper to the ceiling, to Gaddes, to the Gods and whoever else may be listening…
He pulls out of my fists and lowers himself to kneel before me, spreading his fingers flush on either side of my hips.
I watch as he runs the tip of his tongue up one side of my aching need, pausing to flick at my tip, before running it down the other side. I bite my hand to keep from screaming. He seems pleased with himself, a playful smirk blending into his normally stony features.
"Don’t tease."
"I know what you need, Allen."
"Yes…yes…"
He cups my balls, gently mashing them together until I’m ready to faint, so close... Finally, blessedly, he takes me into his mouth, his lips forming a tight sphincter around my cockhead. Bobbing his head back and forth, he coats my hardness with hot saliva, forcing me to thrust into him as if he were the sheath of a woman. I cannot believe I am standing on the castle stairs, fucking the handsome face of my loyal subordinate, and loving every moment of it…
I rake my nails through his hair and pump my pelvis towards him. Just a few more thrusts…I can see his right arm moving back and forth, obviously stroking himself…
He pulls away and I slump down to meet him. "Gaddes…" I say, on the edge of tears.
Soft, hot kisses and strong arms…they lift me back to my feet and position me against the wall. I know what he wants…what I want as well. I lift my left leg around his waist again, this time encouraging him to enter me.
He stops for a moment, cupping my face in a gentle grasp, staring deeply into my eyes. Then I feel him nudge at my entrance, and I grip his shoulders tightly, squinting my eyes and preparing for the pain. There is surprisingly little, as he thrusts in so slowly and carefully… His face contorts and he lowers his head to my shoulder, all the muscles of his back trembling. I know it is hard for him to go slowly, to take his time for me… I softly run my hands up and down his back, soothing him, letting him know that I understand his need. When he is finally all the way in, he kisses my shoulder and halts, panting slightly.
"Gaddes…" I mumble, over and over, brimming with joy as his length fills me completely, perfectly…
He lifts me up, an easy chore for arms banded of solid muscle like his, and begins minute thrusts in and out of me. A little more of his penis pushes in each time, waking my desire with each brush across my pleasure center.
I hook my legs behind him and push away from the wall each time he enters me, my cries echoing down the stairs and deep into the dungeon below. He lifts his face and kisses me now, our tongues warring with each other, licking at each other’s lips in a fever.
God, he makes me want him so much. Unrelenting. Unbeatable. My beautiful, uncompromising, overwhelming lover. My Gaddes.
"Yes, yours."
He lowers us to the stairs now, my back arching up to avoid the cold hard steps, lusting after the sweet, sharp impalement of his manhood. He lets me cling to him as he takes me there, on the top stair, his cock wearing down the tight ring of my muscle, his soul wearing down the walls in my heart.
I’m losing myself. I don’t know what is expected of me anymore. There are no expectations. Only Gaddes. My Gaddes…
"Yes, your Gaddes…"
"Oh. Please!" I whimper.
"What? What, love?"
"Faster, Gaddes, please…"
He concedes, drilling into me so hard my flesh skids across the smooth stone. I do not cry out; the pain is secondary. It is only my body. My soul is what I’m getting back. He’s giving me myself again. The part that I forgot, that I tried so long to deny. He is part of me.
I hope he can see the love in my face. This is more than lust. But how can I tell him that? How can I—
"Allen. Let yourself go."
"No…" I just got myself back.
"Allen. Trust me."
I nod, letting him lead me wherever we will go. He lifts my legs and rams his thick shaft in and out so rapidly I can hardly feel him exit me.
"Touch yourself, Allen."
To be so decadent with pleasure…I’m sure it is sin… But my hand reaches down anyway. I tug at my slender pole, letting him see me do it… letting him see me let go…
I’m so close. I want to wait for him. But he told me to let go… I’m falling. I tilt my head back and scream in ecstasy as cum erupts out of me and coats him. Shot after slippery shot of seed splurts on his chest and neck, dripping down over my hand and onto my own quivering belly.
His eyes watch everything and his hips hump deep into my ass until he groans and sprays my bowels with his musky, warm essence. He collapses on me, burying his face in my hair. I love him. I love him so much.
I stroke his back, letting the tension of our union wind out of him. Suddenly I am very tired. He pulls out carefully, and I try not to wince. Upon inspection he looks relieved to see there is little blood. Silly, sweet Gaddes. Surely he did not think he had been my first?
But he is the most important. I cup his face and strain forward to kiss him, closing my eyes and breathing in his scent. Then I fall back to the floor, boneless. Some time passes and I am still oblivious. My head rests on his chest, soaking up the sound of his heartbeat, drifting off to sleep. I can feel him lift me, and carry me, naked, back to my rooms. But I’m too exhausted to care. I’m too sleepy and the darkness is almost as seductive as he is—
A rustle of my thick velvet curtains wakes me. Looking everywhere, I could not find my lover. I shifted in my sheets, suddenly aware of being naked and unarmed.
"Gaddes?"
"No." A quiet voice lilted. "Not Gaddes."
I peered into the darkness. "Van?" Surprise filters through my hushed voice.
"Yes."
"What is it, your Majesty? Is something the matter?"
"Yes."
He did not move from the curtain. He only stood there and looked at me with sad, far-away black eyes.
I moved to get out of bed, but he lurched forward and quickly pinned me down to the bed.
"Wh--?"
"You said I didn’t attack aggressively enough. Is this aggressive enough for you, Allen?"
I froze in fear as his little boy lips covered my mouth, his warm breath softly wafting across my cheek. He tasted like the fruit candy served at dinner. A sixteen-year-old prince, orphan, soldier. A child in my arms. A child, hardened by life, but still afraid of rejection. I did not have the heart to pull away.
Instead, I ran my hand soothingly through his hair and cupped the back of his head until he broke our kiss, panting from lack of air.
"Van?"
His eyes were huge. His little form trembled. I had faced him in battle, I had fought along side him in hopeless causes, and I had never seen him flinch. But now he quaked before me, as if I would shove him out of my bed and scold him for his insolence.
Van, being too young or innocent, did not know that he could order me to his bed at any given time. As a prince it remained his right. I knew this because many of the royal lines did order me to their beds. A simple matter of time before Millerne did so… but she wanted me to come to her out of love. I wish I could protect such innocence in them both. Protect myself…
"Allen."
I snapped back to face the boy. "Yes, your Majesty?"
He frowned. "Don’t call me that! My kingdom is in charred tatters; my people are all dead. I am not a Prince!"
"You are throwing a fit like one." A gave him a lopsided smile. A smile that eventually spread to his own lips.
"Gomen, Allen. You make me so angry sometimes."
"Why?" I felt genuinely curious.
"Because…" he shifted up on all fours and scooted closer to me. "You always avoid the question…"
"What question?"
He rolled his eyes and hovered his face above mine. "Surely you don’t think I’m here because I’m afraid of monsters under my bed, do you?"
I smiled sadly. "Are there monsters there, your…Van…?"
He looked about to cry. Shaking his head he said, "Not there, Allen. No one is there."
He kissed me again, but I remained still. How to get out of this? To even think of taking this boy, Gaddes not even washed from my loins, made my head spin. His tiny hand rested on my chest and I confess it sent a shiver through me.
"Allen…kiss me."
"Van. I will hold you all night if you wish. I will protect you with my life. My men and I are at your service. But do not ask something of me you will regret…"
Van folded into my arms and nuzzled against my neck. "I’m not like you, Allen. I know what I want."
I frowned. He insulted me with truth, so I could think of no response. It amazed me that he could see me so clearly.
Light nipping kisses tugged at my nipples and I groaned, gently pushing him back to the pillows. He would not be deterred, however. Soft warm hands wound strands of my hair in circles until he clasped me like a dog in a collar. He pulled me to him and pressed another kiss to my lips.
"Please, Allen. Please. I’m so lonely…"
I sighed. What could I do? I cannot turn my back on the helpless. If he were truly this desperate, I’m glad he came to me, instead of someone who might be less understanding.
"Van. I will give you what you ask of me. But two things first. You have to promise me just this once. You must understand that this is only for tonight. I have… a lover…"
"I know. Millerne-hime. I won’t get in your way, Allen…"
"It’s not…" I faltered, unsure if I had permission to divulge this information. "It’s not Millerne-hime. It’s Gaddes. And I have to ask him if this is all right. I could never forgive myself if I--"
An exasperated sigh came from the corner of my room. "There you go again, Allen. I suppose you’re incurable. Just when things were heating up…"
"Ga…Gaddes?" Van and I asked into the darkness.
"That would be me." The gruff voice sounded totally amused.
"You…were just sitting there…watching?" Incredulous. The man had planted himself on my divan and watched as the Prince of Farnel seduced me!
"Allen?" Van looked unsure.
"Don’t worry. I take it he was enjoying himself."
"Oh, immensely. Good evening Your Highness…or Van, should I say?" Gaddes stepped closer to the bed where Van and I could see him, the dark folds of his clothing obscuring an otherwise heavenly form.
The prince stiffened in my arms and nodded.
"You were feeling lonely?" Gaddes lifted his eyebrows slightly.
Van looked warily at him, then shrugged. "Yes. I need…someone who… can…"
He looked beautiful when he blushed. So unlike the courageous warrior in Guymelf…
"Can what, Van?" I prompted.
"Can…teach me… Niichan… used to teach me to do things, but he’s gone. There’s no one… and I’m…"
"I see," I said. I’m left alone to deal with puberty, is what he meant to say. "I think we can take care of that for you, Van." I smiled. "Would you like us to?"
Gaddes inched closer and smiled genuinely. He could be so warm when he wanted. I could tell he already put Van at ease.
"Yes," Van simply said.
"Well." Gaddes chuckled. "This was a private party. I should like very much to watch, for a while." He nodded to me and I took Van deeper into my arms.
It pleased me greatly to know that I could help young Van and repay my lover. I petted the boy’s hair and murmured softly to him, "Don’t be afraid. It will feel good."
He nodded against me and resumed his mouthing of my nipples. Now given my permission, I arched forward and moaned as his sharp little teeth scraped my pebbles of flesh.
He seemed fascinated with my hair. The boy played with it endlessly, threading his fingers through it, rubbing it across his belly and chest. I let him explore me, let him touch me there, everywhere, anywhere. His eyes did not look at me with hate now.
Van stopped and peered up at me. "Show me?"
I grabbed him and kissed him deeply, brushing my tongue over his lips and teeth. Eventually he got the idea and gave me entrance. I ravished his mouth, plundering for more of that candy sweetness. Van, my confection of the heart.
I rolled us over, so that I sprawled atop him, my body rubbing gently over his. He moaned a little and I brought our hips together. A short, thick erection teased against my own excited length, and I bit at the corner of his mouth.
He tasted delicious. I had never had anything so fresh and pure before. Like wine at a festival, Van instantly became my weakness and my delight. Satisfied with bathing his chest in kisses, I urged him over onto his stomach and nestled between his legs.
I nipped at the back of his neck, all the while running my hands down his smooth, soft back. I paused to feel the lumps beneath his shoulder blades—his wings, I realized… I massaged them and he instantly came alive with desire.
"Oh, Allen! Uhmmmmm!"
I rubbed softly at first, tickling, but he kept pressing back against me so urgently. Soon he came up on all fours, letting me fondle his back and creamy young behind. God, it felt perfect. Firm. Soft. Willing. I wanted to seat myself in his tightness right then and there. But I had not prepared him…
I scooted down the bed, keeping one hand over his shoulder blades to continue that sweet ministration. The other hand parted his little buttocks, exposing his rosebud to me. I did what I dreamt of every night since I met the boy… I sent my tongue forward and laved his cleft, delighting in his innocent jolt upwards.
"Just relax." I cooed, rubbing between his shoulders a little harder.
I went back to work, feasting on him, drawing out long, panting moans from him each time I pushed past his little bud with my moist tongue. He tasted exquisite here, too. I wanted him so badly, I wanted to possess this child completely and ram his loneliness far away…
"Allen!"
He writhed, more than ready now. I looked up for permission from Gaddes, discovering him with his hand down his pants, stroking slowly over his rock-hard cock. His eyes were almost closed but he saw my inquiry and nodded assent.
I huddled over Van and whispered in his ear, "Are you sure you want me to do this, Van? There are other things we can do…"
"No. Do what you want. Show me…" Little hiccuping sobs came from his throat now and I knew not to tarry any longer.
With my knees, I gently parted his legs and positioned my aching penis at his little hole. This would hurt, I knew. I had to go slow, as Gaddes had done for me.
I pushed in tenderly enough, but the boy snapped back to me, forcing me all the way in. I groaned, trying to pull out of that fantastic heat.
"Van, are you hurt?"
"Oh. Oh, Allen. Don’t stop. Don’t…mmmm…"
He rocked back on my dick, fucking himself in shallow, eager, little thrusts. Moist and constricting and folding about my maleness… as if he were made for it. Were Draconians built for pleasure? I would not argue…
Gripping his hips, I jabbed my arousal deep in him, wondering at the encouraging whimpers and gasps as I did so. He liked being fucked, so I fucked him thoroughly. I started slow, making sure to seat myself all the way inside him.
He clutched my sheets and begged me for more, taunting me with, "Yes! Yes!" almost constantly. Soon my resolve broke, I let myself go, and I began to hump in and out of that perfect little boy ass in a cadence of wild thrusts. I rumbled low in my chest, branding him with my weeping cock, forcing him to open to me, forcing him to take all of me…but still he begged for more.
Amazing! I had never seen a virgin so wanton, so full of lust.
"Please, Allen, please. Fuck me more! I need more. Ugh…Harder, please…"
I pushed him down on the bed and pounded my cock into him but tears of his frustration formed upon my pillow. I pulled out, much to his dismay. I could not help feeling concerned for his unusual responses. Not sure what to do, I turned to Gaddes, who had stripped himself bare now.
"Help me?"
"Of course. Lie beneath him."
I lay next to Van and scooped him on top of me. Immediately he took hold of my hardness and thrust himself down upon it, riding up and down until I almost came.
"Easy there, Dragon Prince, easy." Gaddes came up behind Van and pushed him forward until his head rested on my heaving chest. Whatever Gaddes had in mind, I hoped it wouldn’t kill us.
Suddenly Van squirmed and wiggled with a happy sigh, and I could see Gaddes filling our boy with his stiff erection. Once completely seated, Gaddes opened his eyes and winked at me.
Van nuzzled me contentedly, pausing only to murmur, "Do it to me, please."
Gaddes never needed to be told twice. He set the pace, drilling deeply into our young prince. His manhood scraped against mine, rubbing me further into the tight walls of Van’s heat, until I began screaming with elation.
Soon Van joined me and together we wailed our approval at Gaddes’s solid fucking. He rocked us so rapidly that my bed began slamming against the wall, adding a thumping noise to our screams. Briefly I wondered what Millerne might make of the noise, but all thoughts of her flew out of my head as Gaddes raised the boy’s hips and snapped forward sharply.
I looked down at Van, who had nestled himself between my neck and shoulder, gripping my hair and hanging on for dear life. I looked up to see Gaddes, his face tight with control but laced with pleasure, as he buried his heavy dick with mine into our little one’s sweet boy-channel.
Our prince came with a high-pitched shout, splashing sweet sticky gouts of cum on my abdomen and sheets. I followed suit, lubricating Gaddes’s quick slams home. I could feel his hot paste shoot into the boy, mixing with my own essence. Then we both quickly removed ourselves from the boy’s anus, careful not to hurt him after he came down from his pleasure.
Gaddes nodded to me, saying the boy had bled, but not significantly. I looked down at the tired mass of limbs in my arms and smiled. "Sated?" I chuckled.
Van raised his head, a woozy expression on his little face. "For now."
Gaddes laughed. "A boy after our hearts, I see."
"Hmmmm." Van yawned and stretched against me, nestling in for sleep.
"Stay with me?" I asked Gaddes, trying not to sound too pleading.
"Of course, Allen. I know what you need," he whispered.
"How do you know me so well?" I yawned.
"I love you."
I blinked and smiled. "I love you, too."
The rogue actually grinned at me. "I know."
"Cocky bastard!" Van said, then laughed and turned over to give him a quick kiss.
Gaddes returned the kiss—their first. "I thought you liked cock, Van."
"Mmm. I like yours! Both of yours," he amended, turning back around to give me a kiss too.
When I pulled away, Van lowered his head to the cradle of my neck and sighed.
I smiled. "Oyasumi, my loves."
Van had already fallen asleep against me, his little chest rising and falling in sleep. Gaddes carefully leaned over the boy and kissed me on the forehead. "Good night, Allen. Tomorrow is a long journey."
"You’re coming with me?" I said, half-asleep.
"I’ll always be with you."
I smiled, and gave myself up to sleep.
~owari~
