Vision Quest Page 19
"I love you, too," Blaze said, and he guided Arik with both hands higher until Arik straddled Blaze's face. He engulfed Arik's cock with a soft sigh, and he groaned when Arik fell forward. Arik caught himself with a hand and forearm, and Blaze fucked Arik's ass with two fingers, pushing Arik deeper into Blaze's mouth with every slide home. Arik rolled and bucked, entire body tensing and flexing. His noises were deafening, and Blaze relaxed, ready to welcome Arik's cum with a few heartfelt, greedy swallows.
Instead, however, Arik stood. On shaky legs he stumbled a handful of steps, and he fell to his knees before Blaze really understood what had just happened. Arik manhandled Blaze over so Blaze was on his belly, and Arik caught Blaze between the legs by the cock at the same time Arik's tongue lapped across Blaze's entrance.
Blaze slurred in Romanian about events and their unfairness, but the words dissolved into low cries of need. Arik licked, teased, and plunged.
"Dracu ... 'Îmi place ... oooh ... fuck yes ..."
"Like that?" Arik asked, kissing square over Blaze's ring so the hint of suction would make Blaze tremble.
"Yeah ..." Blaze gulped on a dry throat. "Faster, Iubire ... Please ... Please ..."
Arik moaned, and the vibration made Blaze answer in kind. Arik tugged on Blaze's cock, twisting his fist and smearing precum until he finally smacked Blaze smartly on the ass. "Your fire," Arik said, with a rich, wicked husk. "I want to fuck you with it. Can I?"
"Y-yeah," Blaze stammered. "Yes. I can ..." He turned his head and knocked it against the floor to regain some sense. It didn't work. "Oh God."
"Will it burn through latex?" Arik asked.
"I ..." It took more effort than usual to speak through confusion and arousal. "I can ask it not to?" The statement came out as a question.
"Don't move." Arik got up, one hand stroking himself. He hesitated, but the fire ring broke and lit his way like a runway for an airplane to where Arik's briefcase rested against the wall. Arik opened the case with a snarl when the clasp didn't work fast enough, and he retrieved a condom and a clear travel bottle full of oily lube.
Blaze started to laugh. "You ... brought ...?"
"I didn't know what was going to happen," Arik said, playfully defensive. He returned to the fire ring, watching it close behind him. "For all I knew, would have to fuck the curse out of you." He jumped when a particularly eager burst of flame tried to kiss his knee. "Goddamn, but that fire is ..."
"Affectionate," Blaze supplied.
"About to get more so." Arik bent and kissed Blaze's back and ass. Blaze tucked both his knees under himself and spread them. He rested his head on his arm while Arik worked condom and lube behind him, and he had a fast chat with the fire that portrayed in pictures what he thought Arik had in mind and what Blaze wanted.
"Is this going to work?" Arik asked, sounding more nervous and clearheaded than before.
Blaze chuckled, eyes open enough to see the fire dance across the floor in skipping lines over to Blaze. It tickled up his legs and heated his backside. "Dunno," Blaze said around an anticipatory gasp.
"I want it inside you," Arik whispered, and he petted Blaze's flanks with both hands.
Blaze grunted. "I know." He could feel the flames lick-kissing his over sensitized entrance. They were teasing him. And enjoying it immensely.
"Want them around me as I take you." More kisses spread along Blaze's spine, and he wasn't sure if that was the fire or Arik.
"I ... It ... It knows what we want," Blaze managed.
Arik hummed. "Can you have it go slow?"
Blaze whimpered. "Oh God, Arik. I ... I can ... aahn!"
The fire sank into Blaze, slowly, just as Arik had asked it to do. But even slow, or, perhaps especially slow, it was overload. Blaze lost himself, had no idea what he did or said or the sounds he made. Vaguely he registered Arik's hands on him, firmly holding him steady and close.
"That's it, baby," Arik said. "Oh God, yeah, just like that..."
Blaze roared and whined and cried notes he didn't know he could make, and he couldn't distinguish the sting-burn-fill of Arik's dick from the fire's tingle-spark. Arik was moaning and cussing, and Blaze was pitched headlong into the fleshy confines of his body in the throes of stunned bliss. Disconnected and disoriented, all Blaze knew was his insides were speared with pure magic and heat and it was too much, too crazy, too fucking good, and then...
The heat started to move.
"Oooh yeah ..." Arik gasped.
The heat thrusted in time to Arik's drive forward and down. Arik bottomed out in Blaze's ass, began to withdraw, and all the while, the heat burned and sparked and crackled across Blaze's tender flesh and against his hyper-sensitive prostate. Over ... and over ... and over ... with a steady slap of hips to ass and skin-on-skin, Arik and Fire relentlessly demanded Blaze to surrender, to accept, and to take. Blaze scrambled for handholds and dragged his blunt nails across the floor. He made fists and covered his head with his hands and arched into Arik. Eventually Blaze went loose and pliant, shivering in something approaching pure ecstasy when Arik's hands roved over every inch of Blaze, touching and loving and urging him toward endgame.
When Arik whispered affection to him and grabbed his arms, Blaze let it happen. When Arik pinned Blaze's wrists at the small of Blaze's back, Blaze started to confuse his languages. He just hoped Arik understood that he was begging ... pleading ... More. Harder. Faster. Do it. Take him. Fucking break him.
"God!" Arik bellowed, slamming deep on a too-perfect angle.
"Shit!" Blaze cried, voice high.
"Fuck. Blaze. Nnngh!"
The fire spread impossibly deeper, claiming crevices and inches of Blaze that he didn't know could be filled. He wailed loudly enough that he hurt his own ears, startled himself out of the reverie, and it was at that precise moment, without a hand even near his dick, that orgasm erupted within him.
"Oh ... my ... fucking... shhhhh—!" Blaze's shocked cry cut off in a choked gasp, and he was coming and coming and screeching he couldn't take anymore, but Arik didn't stop. Pound. Slam. Rock. Dive. And Blaze didn't know if it was one orgasm or two or three hundred, but he drowned in it. His vision went dark, speckled only by bright motes of red-orange, and next he knew, he was on his back, face-to-face with a sweating, kissing, panting Arik.
"Again," Arik demanded, and Blaze wanted to tell Arik that another was impossible. The pleasure was too much and too rich. It'd been wrung out of him, leaving him high and dry, but the fire enclosed around them. Covered them. Enveloped them. The connection spark was everywhere all at once, and Blaze was Arik was Blaze, and together they yelled and cried to their gods. Together they came, and together they clung to the other, so entangled and enmeshed that their erratic breathing synced and, soon enough, began to slow at the same rate.
Around them, the fire flickered low. Blaze kept his legs locked around Arik, and they rested, cheek-to-cheek. The fire combined itself into one ball of flame, and it skittered over to Blaze.
Happy ... happy ... long time ... love ... love ...
"What's it saying?" Arik sleepily asked.
"That it was good for Goat Man, too."
Arik pulled away, but Blaze laughed and wrestled Arik back down. "Jerk," Arik huffed.
"Please don't. I think we're stuck like this."
Arik rolled his eyes but he kissed Blaze, light and loving. "Not so bad, being stuck with you for eternity. Though, please tell me the fire was the last surprise?"
Blaze grinned, waggling eyebrows, and had to laugh when Arik looked stricken. "I can promise you this, Iubire: Vom vreme fericire și greutăți, dragoste și pierderi, de viață și de moarte în flacăra inimii celuilalt."
"What does it mean?" Arik asked softly, eyes shining.
"It's a vow." Blaze tucked Arik's hair behind one ear. "That we will be together, united by fire, come what may."
Arik smiled. "Te iubesc, Blaze."
"Te iubesc, my Arik. For always."
end
blaze
(The poem that started it all)
An ember lit, by chance or plight,
A coil of smoke into the night,
Mere seed of light, but promise born,
In patient pause—a wink—no more,
Will mourn in solitary heat,
A smoulder amidst the grass and leaf.
And seek, by sky, that fated sigh,
Anemoi breath of proffered life.
One puff on light, one single flame,
"Arise now, phoenix, conquer grave."
And one to same, then two to few,
Few to many and many to slew;
Where icy blues had forced their reign,
Hold is lost to growing flame.
Branch, twig, lain, ill-found too close,
Fodder to the encroaching host;
Consumed. And both, to one become
The fuel, the flame; two chords, one song.
Twitch ear of fawn, and eye of owl,
Flight urged to leg and wing of fowl.
To air, the howl—sky-reaching rage,
Once weak, now strong, once bound, uncaged,
Disastrous glaze, to bright the night,
Hell fury masked as candlelight.
Sparked delight, and siren's song,
Do press Aiolos' mounts along,
To bring on atmospheric charge,
And tease the roil: entice, enlarge!
So flare! In brilliance! Final peak ...
Falter, extinguish. Spent and weak.
In silence blackened fields will lie,
Laid bare and breathless, eye to sky,
Ravaged, mined. But rains will roam,
On ashen litter and darkened loam.
The birds will loom and drop their seeds,
Waiting earth will devour the feed.
Souls breed. And nest. And dig and drone,
Claim new holes and furrows home.
And from the turmoil, new transpires;
The gift, a promise, cleansed by fire.
About the Authors
A.F. Henley
Henley was born with a full-blown passion for run-on sentences, a zealous indulgence in all words descriptive, and the endearing tendency to overuse punctuation. Since the early years Henley has been an enthusiastic writer, from the first few I-love-my-dog stories to the current leap into erotica.
A self-professed Google genius, Henley lives for the hours spent digging through the Internet for ‘research purposes’ which, more often than not, lead seven thousand miles away from first intentions but bring Henley to new discoveries and ideas that, once seeded, tend to flourish.
Henley has been proudly working with LT3 since 2012, and has been writing like mad ever since—an indentured servant to the belief that romance and true love can mend the most broken soul. Even when presented in prose.
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Kelly Wyre
Kelly Wyre enjoys reading and writing all manner of fiction, ranging from horror to romance. She used to work in advertising but is now happily chained to her writing desk and laptop. Kelly relishes the soft and cuddly and the sharp and bloody with equal amounts of enthusiasm. She's a coffee addict, a workaholic, a chronic night owl, and loves a good thunderstorm. Currently Kelly resides in the southeastern United States.