| This "orphan" scene includes characters from The Legacy, a novel by Kay Derwydd. ALL work and characters are the SOLE PROPERTY of Kay Derwydd. |
| Morgan sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as Mychael paced the floor in front of him. The sorcerer was always pacing, but this time Morgan knew it was different. Mychael had been eyeing Morgan�s duffel bags curiously, but every time he asked about them, Morgan simply smiled. He hadn�t told Mychael that one of them contained something other than clothing. Now he watched in barely-masked amusement as the sorcerer puzzled over the contents of the bag.
�All right,� Mychael said. He stopped pacing and Morgan grinned. �What�s in the damned bag? I give up.� Morgan slid off of the bed and walked over to the confounded sorcerer. He stuck his fingers beneath the waistband of Mychael�s jeans and pulled him close. �Seduction isn�t going to get you out of telling me.� Morgan slid his fingers through silver hair and jerked Mychael�s head back. A chill stole up his spine as Mychael�s irises darkened. �Who said I�m trying to get out of it,� he whispered gruffly. He drew the tip of his tongue along the hollow of Mychael�s throat; Mychael shuddered in his arms. He licked the sorcerer�s lips softly, and when they opened in response, he attacked his mouth with a brutal kiss. �Fuck the bag,� Mychael whispered hoarsely as Morgan moved back down to his neck. �I want to bury my cock in your ass.� Morgan chuckled against Mychael�s throat. �Yea, I bet you do.� He pulled away and stared into the black depths of Mychael�s eyes. �I might even let you.� He brushed the pad of his thumb across a hardened nipple and Mychael�s gaze narrowed in warning. Then he took the small nub between his thumb and forefinger and twisted it. Mychael hissed and squeezed his eyes shut. �Morgan, please,� the sorcerer pleaded quietly. Morgan grinned and moved his hand down to unfasten Mychael�s jeans. When they slid to the floor he brought his hand up to Mychael�s mouth. �I suggest you get them nice and wet.� He stifled a groan when Mychael sucked two of his fingers into the velvet warmth of his mouth. When he had about all that he could handle, he pulled his fingers from Mychael�s mouth and trailed them down his spine. He slipped them down into the cleft of Mychael�s ass and grinned when he heard the sorcerer�s breath catch. �Open your eyes,� he ordered. When Mychael�s pale lashes drifted up to reveal coal-black eyes, Morgan slid both fingers inside him. He caught Mychael just as the sorcerer�s legs began to give way. �Oh no you don�t,� he growled. He pushed his fingers deeper inside Mychael. �What do you want, Morgan?� Mychael asked him breathlessly. Morgan added another finger and spread all three apart. �Fine! Anything--I�ll do anything you want me to.� Morgan grinned and pulled his fingers out slowly. �That�s more like it,� he said with a smirk. Mychael glared at him, but Morgan paid it no mind. �On the bed.� He turned Mychael around and pushed him towards the bed. They sat down in the middle of it and Morgan set the bag between them. Mychael lifted a pale eyebrow at him, but said nothing. �Do you remember a particular confession that you made before we left Egypt?� Morgan asked as he unzipped the bag. Without waiting for Mychael�s answer, he reached into the bag and pulled out ten inches of flesh-toned rubber. He grinned when Mychael�s eyes grew wide with understanding. He pushed the bag to the side and moved closer to the silent sorcerer. He brought the rubber cock up between them and rubbed the bulbous head softly across Mychael�s lips. �Now I want to see it,� he whispered. �Open your mouth.� He sat up on his knees and pushed Mychael onto his back as he slid the head of the rubber cock into his mouth. Mychael swirled his tongue around the girth and Morgan watched breathlessly as two inches disappeared into Mychael�s throat. He pulled the toy back out and leaned down to kiss Mychael softly. It proved to be a foolish mistake on his part. Mychael grabbed his shoulders and flipped him over, pinning him to the bed. �And what exactly is it that you want to see?� the sorcerer growled as he descended on Morgan�s neck, his teeth bared and a raging hunger in his black eyes. Morgan cursed silently as Mychael�s teeth sank into the tender flesh of his neck. He knew better than to let his defenses slip when the sorcerer was around. When Mychael raised his head back up, Morgan watched a tiny trail of blood escape from the corner of his mouth. He set the toy down, gripped Mychael�s head tightly, and licked the blood away with the tip of his tongue. �You know damn well what I want,� he whispered on Mychael�s lips. Mychael growled and assaulted his mouth. Morgan slid his fingertips down Mychael�s spine and smiled when the sorcerer shuddered. It was enough. With Mychael distracted by the position of his fingers, Morgan rolled him over quickly, drew Mychael�s arms above his head, and pinned them tightly down. He straddled Mychael�s middle and gave him a wry grin. �Now, if you�re done,� he said, �I have a task for you.� Mychael growled and tried to throw him off. Morgan tightened his grip on Mychael�s wrists and moved down to settle himself right over the hard ridge of Mychael�s cock. �I�m going to let you up and you�re going to do as I say.� �And what makes you think I will?� Mychael asked him. Morgan watched as a grin tugged at the sorcerer�s mouth. �I could just throw you up against the wall and have my way with you. I�ve done it before.� �If I have to,� Morgan hissed through his teeth, �I�ll chain you to the bed and fuck your ass with every toy in this bag until you�re screaming my name and begging me to stop.� He watched with amusement as Mychael seemed to contemplate taunting him into doing just that. He slid over Mychael�s cock and grinned when Mychael�s eyes closed and a gasp escaped his lips. �Do I make myself clear, sorcerer?� �Aye,� Mychael whispered hoarsely. He opened his eyes and Morgan saw an unspoken plea within their dark depths. Without another word, Morgan slid off of him and took off his jeans. He climbed back onto Mychael and moved up to straddle his chest. He rubbed the head of his cock across Mychael�s lips and groaned when Mychael�s tongue snaked out to lick away a drop of precome. He leaned forward and pressed his palms flat against the wall above the headboard as Mychael wrapped a strong hand around his shaft. With the sorcerer�s other hand on his hip, Morgan slid half his length into Mychael�s waiting mouth. He looked down and watched as he pumped in and out, the sorcerer�s hand sliding along his shaft like a tight, slippery glove. Then he felt the heat. He had not said a word about it, but Mychael seemed to know that he wanted it. He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath as Mychael exhaled down his shaft. Like a flash fire in a closed room, the heat consumed him. He growled as a sheet of fire shot through his body and he buried his entire length in Mychael�s throat as the sorcerer forced an orgasm out of him before he was truly ready. When he was spent, he pulled out of Mychael�s mouth and scowled down at him. �Sucking my dick isn�t going to get you out of this, Mychael.� His breath caught when Mychael�s tongue slid across his swollen lips as if to catch a last taste of him. He had only seen that look in Mychael�s eyes once before--when Mychael cut him. He stopped the chill before it could give away the sudden surfacing of fear. For the briefest moment, he was actually apprehensive about moving off of Mychael. Mychael�s teeth had descended and showed no signs of retreat. �What�s wrong, Morgan?� the sorcerer said with a wicked grin. �Sorcerer got your tongue again?� Morgan swallowed hard and sat back. He suddenly wondered how he ever managed to keep control at all. �No,� he lied. Mychael�s grin told him that he didn�t believe it. �So, you want to watch me fuck myself. Is that it?� Morgan nodded slowly. He knew this was one fantasy that he wasn�t going to get easily. �Yes.� Mychael�s lips curled into a grin and Morgan felt a lump form in his throat. Somehow, at some point, Mychael had managed to turn the tables on him. It was enough to remind Morgan how feral and dangerous the sorcerer truly was. �Well,� Mychael announced, �I can�t very well do that with you on top of me, now can I?� Morgan slid off of his chest and moved away to the other end of the bed, garnering an amused grin from the predatory sorcerer. Mychael picked up the toy and shifted his gaze to him. Morgan�s gaze followed the head of the rubber cock as it descended down Mychael�s chest, over his stomach, and finally to his cock. He leaned back against the headboard and drew up both legs, giving Morgan an unobstructed view of everything. Morgan sat back against the post of the bed and watched as Mychael stuck two fingers into his mouth. He began stroking his own cock slowly as Mychael slid both fingers as deep inside his ass as he could. Then Mychael closed his eyes as he began fucking himself. Morgan�s strokes sped up as Mychael sucked half of the rubber cock down his throat. He moaned around the toy�s girth and fucked his mouth with it while his fingers slid in and out of his ass. Morgan squeezed his own cock in an effort to stave off any chance of coming. Mychael pulled the rubber cock out of his mouth and Morgan watched as he pulled his fingers out and placed the head of the cock at his entrance. He gave Morgan an odd grin, and then pushed the cock into his ass. �Oh fuck,� he breathed. Morgan stopped stroking himself and panted as the sudden rush of an orgasm subsided. Mychael buried nearly eight inches of the toy inside himself before pulling it back out again. �Is this what you want?� He shoved it back in, taking his breath away without taking his gaze from Morgan. He grinned and started pumping the rubber cock in and out of his ass, teasing Morgan with gasps and soft moans with every thrust in. Morgan thought he had surely died and gone to Heaven. He resumed his strokes on his cock just as Mychael�s free hand wrapped around his own shaft. He watched, utterly entranced, as Mychael repeatedly impaled himself on the cock. When his eyes closed and his breathing grew shallow, Morgan knew Mychael wasn�t far from coming. Hell, at that moment, neither was he. He sped up his strokes, wanting to time it with Mychael�s. At the moment that he felt himself begin to slip over the edge, three things happened: the rubber cock ended up on the floor, Mychael�s teeth embedded themselves in Morgan�s throat, and he was impaled on Mychael�s cock. His back arched beneath the sorcerer as his orgasm hit. Mychael sucked harder on his neck and thrust harder into him, erupting and filling him with his release. Morgan didn�t know how Mychael did it, but as he came back down from his orgasmic high, he simply didn�t care. Mychael released his throat and slid his tongue inside his mouth. Morgan moaned and wrapped his arms around Mychael�s neck, pulling him closer. When they parted, Mychael grinned. �You son of a bitch,� Morgan muttered. Mychael chuckled and flicked his tongue across Morgan�s lips. �Aye, but you love me anyway.� �More than you realize,� Morgan whispered. (c) 2006 Kay Derwydd |