The Power of LoveBy Catherine
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His head throbbed abominably. And he was thirsty. He sat up, immediately regretting it as his head spun. A hand pressed against his shoulder, easing him back.
The voice was exasperated but affectionate, startling the rebel into opening his eyes. He was lying on his own bed, in his own cabin. And standing beside him was his own comp tech. And despite the thundering in his head, Blake was pleased by the sight. Avon looked healthy, most of his pallor gone, replaced by a delicate translucence enhancing the darkness of his eyes. Shrouded once more in black, he held out his hand to Blake. In it was a soft-sided tube.
"Deva explained our requirements to me. I..."drank' when I woke up."
Blake smiled slightly as he took the tube, a little embarrassed and nervous at the other man's presence. He bit down on the edge, feeling the sweet blood fill his mouth, soothing his throat. He sucked until the tube was dry. Turning away, he licked his lips, dropping the empty tube on the table.
Blake trembled as Avon sat beside him. Brown, troubled eyes met dark, smoky ones. Avon pulled his own shirt away from his shoulder, revealing smooth, unblemished skin.
Without thinking, Blake reached out, stroking lightly across bared skin. "You are so beautiful."
Blake's voice was full of wonder and Avon flushed at his own response. "I must confess that I find you most appealing as well."
Blake looked up in surprise as Avon placed his hand over Blake's, moving it to cover his heart.
"Feel me, Blake. It is your blood pumping through my veins."
The rebel's reply was whispered gently.
"As yours is in mine."
Their gazes locked, mirroring each other's passion. And love. Blake's free hand rested against the smaller man's cheek. "I've needed you so much. Stay with me?"
Avon's eyes were suspiciously bright. "Forever, Blake. You'll never get away from me again."
Avon crushed the big man to him, their strength nearly equal now, molding their bodies together. Blake moaned at the sensation, Avon's thigh pressed tight to his groin, rubbing against his already aching cock. Blake tightened his own grip, slipping his hands down and then up under his soon to be lover's shirt. His touch sent shivers up Avon's spine and he reveled in it, in his new found power over the prickly Alpha. And in the sensual beauty of his companion, the feel of smooth, flawless skin stretched taut over firm muscles. Closing his eyes, he softly brushed his full lips against smooth, sculpted ones, tracing their outline with his tongue. They parted readily and he thrust inside, exploring with the eagerness of one long denied. Avon tasted so sweet, lips so soft. Blake continued to plunder Avon's generous mouth until the invader was seized by sharp white teeth. He held perfectly still as Avon bit down slightly, causing a sharp pain, then releasing and sucking softly.
Avon reveled in sensation. His newly sensitive body was electrified by Blake's every caress. He felt the power of the larger man, constrained by care, but no longer mistrusted it. Blake had given him a stronger power, over the rebel's own soul. Blake needed him as much as he needed the charismatic rebel. He welcomed Blake's show of strength, matched it, exerting his own control over both their passions. The taste of Blake's sweet blood on his tongue drove him wild and he ground down against Blake, letting the big man feel his excitement, his desire. Blake's blood was more potent than any drug, sweet as candy, as intoxicating as the headiest wine. His own blood pounded in his veins, his excitement centering in his groin, pulsing. He wanted, needed Blake now. He moaned softly, pressing his groin hard against the rebel's muscular thigh.
Both men were panting as they broke apart. With a challenging stare, Avon stood, shedding his shirt and pants. Blake stared, unbearably aroused by the sight of Avon's excitement. The tech was so beautiful, pale skin shadowed by dark hair, his body slimmer than Blake's but elegantly muscled. He reached out, brushing fingertips across Avon's chest, planting a soft kiss on each nipple before raising his head.
Avon shivered at the rebel's devouring gaze. Offering a hand to his companion, he pulled him to his feet. The rebel's chest was already bare, shining with sweat, so Avon's hands went to the baggy pants, yanking them down past Blake's knees and allowing the rebel to step free before drawing him back to the bed. He paused for a moment, admiring the play of heavy muscles. Blake's powerful thighs did nothing to distract from the sight of his arousal, larger than most and achingly erect.
"Love you, Avon," Blake whispered breathlessly, leaning over to press kisses along the other man's cheek, down his neck, and across his chest. Gently, he touched them to Avon's once more, tasting Avon, tasting himself on Avon's so sensual lips. Avon arched into the touches. Starved for affection, he craved Blake's desire. Unable to wait, the slender comp tech spread his knees, allowing the husky rebel access. Open longing on his face, Blake stroked his generous hands along Avon's trembling thighs, the skin silky-soft to his hardened hands. Avon shivered at his gentle touch, hands reaching out threading through the husky rebel's soft curls, feeling them slip against his fingers. Tightening his grip on the silken threads, he tried to pull the head up. Blake simply ignored the slight pain, anything Avon did to him felt good. He breathed softly, the warm air caressing his lover's cock, engorged to the point of pain. Avon groaned at the exquisite sensation. Blake's warm breath surrounding him, owning him, stiffening him. It was agony. It was wonderful. Avon opened his eyes as the curly head pulled free of his grasp and he felt his cock enclosed. Blake's tongue caressed him, stroking his shaft, teeth sharp at the head as he pulled back then plunged down.
"Blake, please," Avon gasped. It was too much, better than ever before. His heightened senses reacting to the slightest stimulation with almost painful sensitivity.
The rebel ignored his companion's muttered pleas, focusing on the smooth, hard shaft he sucked. Keeping up the steady suction, one hand quested further, probing between muscled cheeks. Damp with sweat, it found easy passage, slipping inside, exploring. Another joined it, widening the opening, preparing him. And Blake marveled at the velvet softness, clinging to his fingers as though unwilling to release him. Blake sucked hard, withdrawing his fingers, then pulled back once more, blowing softly at the tip, amazed by his effect on the other man. Avon was thrashing on the bed, head tossing from side to side, hands clenched tightly in the sheets. The comp tech moaned, locking his legs around the rebel's back, trying to draw him closer.
"Wait, love," Blake panted. "We need something."
At his companion's puzzled look, Blake sighed.
"Yes. We can still feel pain as well as pleasure and I do not intend to hurt you ever again."
Blake seized a tube from his night stand but before he could open it, Avon grabbed it. Flipping the cap, he squirted a generous amount into his palm. The rebel gasped and almost fell, bracing himself against his lover's hips, as two strong hands enclosed his throbbing penis, coating it liberally with the cool viscous gel. It was indecent, the control Avon held over his body. And my heart. He shivered at the sensations created by Avon's nimble fingers, his erection impossibly hard, begging for release.
Avon removed his hands with a smile and lay back arms spread wife, holding himself open, trusting in the man, the vampire, who possessed him. Blake looked beautiful to the tech, pale skin stretched taut over the hairless chest, eyes bright, not with the fervor of rebellion, but with him. Aroused beyond reason, all but Avon was forgotten in his passion. Heart pounding, that same man slid his hands under Avon's hips, lifting his legs to rest against broad shoulders. His hands braced beside his lover's head, he stared deep into dark, turbulent eyes and felt himself lost. The feeling was the same as when Avon had taken from him. Blake's mind swirled away and he knew only what his body felt. And his heart. The warmth of Avon's skin beneath him, the silky texture of the hair on his chest, the musky scent of his skin, drove him beyond conscious thought. Two sharp thrusts and he was ensheathed, held captive by his own victim. There was no sign of pain on the smaller man's face, only an expression of pure pleasure. Still, some semblance of sanity made him hesitate. One hand reached up, threading through Blake's dark curls.
"It's all right, Blake. Move. Let me feel your love."
Avon's voice was soft and the pleading in his eyes roused Blake's protective tenderness. He thrust carefully but deeply, lips caressing his aristocratic lover's face as his own body was being caressed inside Avon. His lover's muscles gripped him tightly, each thrust building towards incredible tension.
"You feel so good," Blake panted, feeling the tension not only in himself but in the body of his lover. Angling Avon's body just so, Blake thrust deeply, knowing this angle would drive his cock against the tech's prostate. Avon bucked at each thrust, fresh sweat breaking out across his body. Blake was fantastic. Nothing he had ever experienced before, no woman, had ever done this to him, made him feel this way. His hands slipped round broad shoulders, pulling the rebel's head down for a searing kiss that left them both panting harshly. Transferring his weight to one arm, Blake slipped a hand between their bodies, pumping Avon's organ with each thrust. Avon gasped at the intensity of pleasure, squirming beneath the larger man. Blake was in him, on him, surrounding him, protecting, with his body and his love. He felt possessed but safe, Blake wrapped around him, pleasuring him, pleasuring them both. Arching up, Avon tried to get even closer, to take all of the rebel that he could. Blake needed this union as much as he. Too much, the pleasure was too much for his hypersensitive nerves. His blood throbbed to the pulse of Blake's hand on his cock, the rhythm of his cock up his ass. His fingers dug into Blake's shoulders and he screamed in release, his pleasure spilling over the hand that milked him. Blake admired the beautiful display, so happy to have given Avon such pleasure. Then he too was lost in a tidal wave of release, Avon's contractions seizing his cock, white-hot passion thieving his mind, helplessly whimpering his lover's name.
Awareness returned slowly to both men. Blake had collapsed beneath the smaller man, one arm thrown possessively across Avon's chest. Avon rolled against the rebel, pillowing his head on Blake's broad chest. Blake tilted his nose to breathe in his lover's spicy scent and to press a kiss on his aristocratic nose. A slim hand yanked at an errant curl, tangling itself in that chaos. Blake grinned, freeing his lover's hand from his hair and bringing it to his lips. He opened his mouth to speak but Avon placed two fingers there.
"No words, Roj. Not yet."
Blake nodded his acceptance, wrapping his arms tightly around the man he waited two years for. The same man who used to look at him with scorn and now gazed at him with passionate love. Whose head was pillowed on the rebel's silken chest.
"I love you, Kerr."
Avon's grip tightened and Blake felt his smile against his skin.
"Well, you should. We are both blood thirsty bastards now."
The words were gently ironic, their owner's harsh voice had softened, but Blake still flinched at their reality. I'm a selfish bastard, forcing you to join me in this.
Avon felt the involuntary response, levering himself up to stare deep into the rebel's brown eyes. You are an idiot, Blake. I have never felt more at peace than I do now.
"I know you love me, Roj. I...feel the same way."
"My heart, Kerr," Blake whispered, laying his hand against Avon's cheek.
"Your heart and mine."
"and I thought that anything for the cause is worth the price
(losing you was the sharp edge of the knife)
now no more fear, the way is clear
I know you are the power of my life
So better late than never
"cause this heart is yours forever"
The power of love by Rick Springfield
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