He didn’t try to get back up. He just stayed there, his arm on the nightstand, one foot on the floor, the other stretched across Kinzer’s leg as he forced into him.
Kinzer’s wrists strained against the rope as he struggled to maintain the position, and despite the swelling pain that built in them, he didn’t care. A greater pain built in his cock, and he had to get it out.
He wanted to spew inside Hayde. He wanted Hayde to feel him shooting his immortal load.
“Harder!” the flit begged.
Kinzer thrust powerfully, his wrists feeling like his skin was being torn from his muscle.
The nightstand shook until the lamp collapsed off the end, filling the room with a shattering sound before leaving them only illuminated by the streetlight that spilled through the window blinds, which cast slits of shadows across their bodies.
“Oh, fuck!” Hayde shouted. “Fuck!”
Hayde’s face locked in a wince as he delighted in the feeling of his cock. This flit troubled him. He’d thought he was just the bastard whose actions had led to Maggie’s capture. But he was so much more. And try as he did to convince himself to keep his guard up, he couldn’t, for Hayde had so easily restrained him already. He was in ropes, pleasuring this creature he had abhorred so recently. Even worse, he felt a powerful sensation growing within him. It wasn’t just the one that had led to him fucking Hayde that first time. It was something in the vulnerability he saw in Hayde’s gaze… the pain he sensed when Hayde became aggressive or defensive. It was beautiful… irresistible.
But he had to fight that feeling. It didn’t make any sense for him to feel such strong emotions for an immortal he didn’t even know, yet all he wanted was to know Hayde more.
Hayde’s eyes opened. Looking at Kinzer, he whined as cum dripped from the head of his cock, spewed onto Kinzer’s hip, and dripped onto the floor.
The sight aroused Kinzer even more. He forced his way deeper… the pain in his cock directing his thrusts as he felt his balls constrict and a rush, like electricity, run through his shaft. It built and built, the pressure becoming more and more unbearable until he felt it relax in intermittent spurts.
“Ah… ah…” he moaned as he emptied inside Hayde.
Hayde’s ass worked just as hard as before, constricting and relaxing, as if he was consuming the substance.
He collapsed onto Kinzer, nuzzling his nose into Kinzer’s neck. Their abs pressed together, their breathing catching the rhythm of one another’s, as Kinzer mentally thanked the ropes that restrained him from wrapping his arms around the flit in what surely would have been a far too intimate embrace.
***
What am I doing?
Hayde sat in a diner, across from the enemy.
Kinzer perused papers from the backpack his contact had forfeited.
I’m fucking the enemy.
He’d been created to destroy the fallens. They had transgressed against the Almighty. They had divided the creator’s kingdom.
Since his inception, he’d heard higherlings go on and on about the wicked intents of the deviants, who had acted against the very reason they existed.
As a spy and assassin for the Raze, he had spoken with the fallens, but not as he had with Kinzer. How could a fallen like him be evil? He’d thought Kinzer was evil when they first met, when he learned he and his mortal companion were working to track down the Raze to end their plot against the Almighty and the world. He’d thought Kinzer was evil as he’d tortured him, ruined him, transformed him into a creature that would be forever disgusting to his immortal peers. Surely, he’d proven himself to be as much of a mindless monster as Janka made him out to be—this fallen who worked against their cause.
Kinzer rubbed his hand across his face and widened his eyes. He was clearly struggling to stay awake. He grabbed a mug of coffee beside him and sipped from it.
Even that simplest of actions stirred a powerful feeling in Hayde. How could he be so drawn to Kinzer? This sensation wasn’t new. He’d felt it when they’d first met, which was why he made sure to delight in that first encounter, to take for himself a pleasurable moment he felt he deserved. He wondered if that had blinded him, made him start seeing more good in this immortal than there really was. Yet he couldn’t shake the memory of Kinzer at Fehrin’s. He could have let Fehrin have his way with him, but he hadn’t. He’d called attention to himself, offering himself up for the brutal torture of the sadistic higherling, seemingly to protect him. Why?
It was a thought that had troubled him since the experience.
Had Kinzer genuinely been concerned about his wellbeing? Or was he deluding himself? Had there been some other less noble intention for Kinzer’s actions? Try as he did to think of an alternative explanation, he couldn’t. Surely this fallen didn’t care what happened to him—a flit who had caused him such trouble, who had his friend kidnapped by the Raze. What kind of creature could forgive him for the cruel things he’d done? No. It was impossible.
But as he gazed at the fallen, who riffled through the papers, frustrated, agitated, and with a sadness in his eyes, he couldn’t help but feel something so incredible for him. He wanted to soothe that sadness, and as much as he needed to believe his feelings were just a trick of their sexual escapades, he couldn’t shake Kinzer’s compassion from his thoughts. He cared for these mortals, not just because they were an affront to the Almighty, but because he genuinely saw something in them. How could he care for them, though? He was just about to prostitute himself for information that would go on to protect the very creature he had to give himself to. That thought had stirred such fury in Hayde. It had taken all his strength not to slit the throat of the trick that had nearly taken advantage of the immortal who had rescued him from Fehrin’s torture. Had the situation been reversed, he wouldn’t have offered himself up so quickly, not for the enemy. Though now that Kinzer had, he felt a sense of loyalty to him. He should have made Hayde fuck the mortal. He would have gladly done it if only to repay Kinzer for his sacrifice.
Hayde glanced around the diner at the disgusting creatures that shoved waffles and spoonfuls of grits into their mouths.
Hayde couldn’t bring himself to feel the same sort of compassion that Kinzer felt for these beasts, but he could appreciate the perspective in Kinzer. He doubted he would ever understand it, but he wanted to. He wanted to understand so much more about this fallen. He wanted to peer into his past and uncover what made him so special, so different. What was it about him that stirred such rage, such contempt, such passion, and such love within Hayde? All these conflicting feelings vacillated rapidly from one to the other, but it didn’t change the sense of loyalty he felt to the fallen.
He tortured you,he kept trying to remind himself as he fought the feelings that plagued him. This fallen he felt so strongly for had permanently scarred his body. Despite the brutality he had displayed, Hayde understood why he’d behaved as he had. He’d been responsible for his friend’s capture, and had the shoe been on the other foot, he knew he would have done far worse to the fallen. And he’d thought Kinzer would, when he’d threatened to take him in the most violent of ways, as the higherlings were prone to in days after battle. They’d hold flits down and take turns in groups of as many as a dozen. For a time, Hayde had discovered he was a favorite of their torture. He wasn’t sure why, but it led to many painful nights and had created a void within him, an attempt to numb the pain. But not only had Kinzer not forced that upon him. He had offered himself to Fehrin so he wouldn’t have to endure that again.
