Strata's Fear

Chapter 5

Rowan lost all sense of propriety. His lips crushed Anubis' in a fierce kiss, his tongue pushing into the warm mouth. His hands began roaming and touching, roughly groping the body beneath him. He was ready for this.

He wanted a good fuck.

"Ro…"

Lips latched onto a pale neck and began licking and sucking.

"Rowan!"

Arms pushed him back and away from his target.

"What? Don't you want to…"

"Yes! But we are not in a race! Slow down."

"But I thought we were gonna…" Skillful legs and powerful muscles flipped him over onto his back. Burgundy hair tickled his face.

"We are. We are. But do we have to do it so fast?"

"How else is there?"

The smooth chuckle made him shiver. "You really are inexperienced, aren't you? I forget sometimes because you fight with the grace and skill of a seasoned warrior."

"What do you mean? Sage and I have done this lots of times."

Anubis smiled. "But that does not mean that you are truly experienced. You are still young. You have yet to learn how beautiful this act can be. You still imagine it as a sport. Not pleasure." Another chuckle. "I can just imagine the two of you fighting over who gets to be on top."

Rowan was really glad it was dark in the room because he didn't want Anubis to see the blush that flamed his cheeks. "What's wrong with that?"

"Your minds still haven't given up on the idea that being on the bottom is for the weak."

"It definitely isn't as much fun as being on top."

Another smooth chuckle. "It can be ultimately more satisfying."

Rowan snorted. "Yeah. Right."

"Let me show you."

Before he could respond, heated lips found his and generously lavished moist sensual kisses on his mouth and throat. He groaned when they found a sensitive spot right below his left ear. Encouraged by his noises, the tongue came back to that area again and again. His head swam with delirium, and he closed his eyes to feed on the emotion, suckling on it like a babe.

Callused hands spread feathery touches over his torso, feeling out the erogenous zones, knowing they'd succeed when a back arched and lips let loose with a small cry. Carefully filing away the information for further examination.

The slight pressure between his legs had become an aching need, and Rowan briefly attempted to regain control, but those hands and that tongue would find his pleasure center again, and he would capitulate to the hedonistic desire coursing through his veins.

He was being taken somewhere that he never even knew existed.

Rowan hissed when warm lips latched onto one of his nipples. The shock traveled through his body and made him tremble. Then a tongue made lazy circles in the pink aureole surrounding the hard bud, and Rowan squirmed, trying to press his throbbing erection against something, anything to help relieve the smooth, erotic ache. His throat made sounds that his mind wasn't aware he was making. Nothing but air teased his pulsing hardness. He was lost in the starry world of eroticism, his body tense with want and need.

His glazed over expression assured the redheaded assailant that he was doing everything right. The passionate, half-lidded dark blue eyes gave the former warlord increasing courage to continue exploring and taunting the willing body beneath him. He let one of his hands drop to the archer's thigh to caress and tease the taut muscle. Rowan groaned and tried to shift his body to the right to lean into that touch, to have it press against his aching length, but Anubis held him in place. The frustrated sigh that left Rowan's lips melted the ex-warlord's heart. He rewarded Rowan with a light brush of warm flesh against the hardened member.

"Oh!"

That simple word broke the warrior's fragile hold on the desire to continue tormenting the writhing body. His mouth sought out the stiffness between Rowan's legs, closing over it in one swift movement.

"Ugnnh!"

Back arched and hips thrust forward, the archer was completely engulfed in the redhead's mouth. He groaned and cried out again as the wet tongue traveled up and down the head as the mouth sucked and pulled. A hand joined the mouth, pumping and rubbing the skin, the delicious friction tightening and constricting engorged flesh.

Rowan's tenuous hold on control snapped when a slick finger pressed against his opening. "Oh, god!" he cried out as the digit slipped passed the tight outer ring. It rested there as the mouth continued licking and sucking, gently pulsing up and down, coaxing his muscle to relax and open. Face flushed with heat and heart thumping erratically, Rowan threw his head back and cried out; he was so close to completion and utter abandon.

Then the finger pushed inside and began lightly fucking him. He pushed back against it, trying to get more of the savory pressure, his mind focused on the simple act of capturing more. Another finger joined the first and he cried out again, wanting, needing the contact inside him. The mouth never ceased its movement and his body was torn between the two. The craving to fill and be filled. The finger fucking continued with another finger joining the first two.

"AH!" Rowan screamed as those delicious fingers brushed against sensitive nerves and his body released its seed deep into the throat of Anubis who greedily swallowed every drop.

But the ex-warlord wasn't finished yet. Flushed with desire, Rowan's eyes were half-closed, but he felt Anubis' weight shift on the bed and the smooth chest came into contact with his own. That hot tongue thrust inside his mouth, and he could taste himself and cookies on the warlord's lips. He let his mouth be ravished.

Rowan could feel Anubis' hardness pressed against him, the cool latex of the condom frigid against his ass. He aggressively crushed his lips to those of the ex-warlord, wanting the redhead to push inside.

Anubis pulled back and breathed in Rowan's ear, "So, my archer, how does it feel?"

Rowan groaned and wrapped his long legs around the waist pinning him to the bed. "Please?" he murmured.

"What was that, Rowan of the Strata?" The long, hardened shaft teased him, pressing enough to make him moan, but not hard enough to get past the outer ring.

"Oh, god, please!" Rowan opened his legs wider. "Please, fuck me! Please!"

A small chuckle and a low voice whispered in his ear, "Quake with fear, Rowan of the Strata," as an erect penis shoved into his tight ass.

Rowan cried out and rode the wave of pleasure as stars flared in his vision. Never again would he fight with Sage over who got to be on top. All his strength was gone. He was now relying on Anubis to fulfill their needs. The stars never left his sight as the redhead thrust into his willing body, contacting with a spot inside that made him shiver every time. The ex-warlord was picking up the pace; Rowan could feel the redhead's body tensing, close to his own release.

A sense of peace and serenity spread throughout the archer's body. It claimed his soul and he closed his eyes, basking in the warm calm. He could feel the staggered thrust of Anubis as he finally reached climax, and the masho's body collapsed onto his. He wrapped his arms around the heated torso and kissed the sweating brow. "Thank you," he whispered.

***

Sage and Cye stepped into the hallway, their lips locked in a passionate embrace.

"Wait… wait," Cye breathed. "Let me go check my room, okay?"

The swordsman nodded and watched the other go up the stairs, lust in his eyes. He could hear the television on, so he went to check on Rowan.

There was no one there. Static danced on the screen. Sage found the remote and turned it off. He shrugged and started for the stairs.

"Nan de…?" Sage looked down at what he had stepped on. A small black cookie lay in pieces on the floor. "Hn."

"Sage?"

"I'm in the living room."

"Oh." Cye peeked his head around the corner. "There's no one in my room…if you care to join me?"

/Good boy, Rowan./ Sage let a predatory grin sneak across his face. Rowan had managed to get Anubis out of Cye's room for the night, so Sage could spend some quality time with the Brit.

Just like they'd planned.

"Okay. Sure."