Kid felt he’d stretched that new body to its limit. And he could tell the warmth spilling out of him was more than just cum, but he didn’t care. As he gasped, recovered from the experience, enjoying how Treycore kissed behind his ear, he said, “If only people knew how fucked up we are.”
“I think they’re starting to catch on,” Treycore said, his breath rushing across the back of Kid’s earlobe. “But it’s only the beginning for you and me, Kid. We have a whole eternity to enjoy this.”
An eternity. What did that even mean?
Kid wasn’t all that sure he could even fathom an eternity, but he didn’t need to. As long as he was with Trey, that was all that mattered. He turned his head, and they shared a passion-filled kiss. Kid enjoyed the sensation of being completely satisfied physically and emotionally with Treycore as he stroked his own cock, working his way until he felt that pressure and then the explosion, his spooge shooting onto the concrete wall.
“Ah…ah…” he moaned into Treycore’s mouth.
“Mine, you’re all mine,” Treycore said greedily, then continued kissing him.
“Yes, I am.”
***
“Fuck me harder,” Kinzer begged as Hayde took him from behind, yanking his hair back.
Kinzer enjoyed how Hayde slammed his cock into his prostate. The way it stung and felt oh-so-good at the same time. He’d been on the edge of coming for the past few minutes…and now it was too fucking much for him. “I’m gonna,” he warned, but it was too late for him, and he blew his load onto the shelf of the supply closet they’d scurried away into for a quick fuck.
“There we go,” Hayde said before jerking in rapid succession, twisting in that way that let Kinzer know he was filling him up.
They came down from their high together. Hayde pulled out of him, and they clung to one another, offering much-needed kisses to ease their stress. When Hayde pulled away and looked into Kinzer’s eyes, Kinzer appreciated his mismatched irises—the left green, the right brown. He’d noticed them the first time he’d seen him, but since things had calmed down, since they were no longer scrambling desperately trying to stop the apocalypse, Kinzer felt like he had a chance to admire all those parts of him—the freckles on his nose, two tiny moles on his neck, the scar on his cheek. He especially liked seeing Hayde’s neck free of the collar that Quintz had bound him in. When they’d first removed it, his throat had been tainted with bruises and welts where the collar had been, but all those had healed.
Hayde must’ve noticed the way Kinzer was looking at him because he grinned and asked, “What are you looking at?”
“Nothing,” Kinzer replied. “Just taking in how beautiful you are.”
Hayde’s cheeks turned pink, and he looked away, but Kinzer put his hand against his face, forced him to look back at him before offering a kiss. Hayde didn’t fight it.
These days, Kinzer had a new zest for life, for how good it could feel, how relaxed he could be.
They enjoyed a few more moments together before putting their clothes back on and heading back to their daily chores, Hayde taking to the main dining hall while Kinzer headed to the training grounds.
They stayed in a warehouse the Winged Justice had set up to fortify themselves from the grundars when the invasion had first begun. The place was packed with fallens, higherlings, and mortals—the heavens and Earth coming together to recover from Janka’s wrath. That left those like Kinzer and Hayde to help pick up the pieces.
They had spent some time on the road with the Winged Justice, Treycore, and Kid. But after a few months, Treycore and Kid insisted that Kinzer and Hayde take some time to themselves. Kinzer certainly felt they deserved it, so when they returned back to their home base, he and Hayde spent most of their free time with their lips locked and bodies intertwined. The fucking…they couldn’t get enough of that. Too often they found themselves pulled away from their work so they could enjoy a moment together.
Kinzer headed into the training gym, which Eilee had taken up herself. She was the best warrior of them all, and so she trained everyone over the age of fourteen. Of course, she was always accompanied by a couple of immortals who could ensure everyone remained safe in the event a bout of madness overtook her and turned her on her new pupils.
As Kinzer entered the room, Eilee did a flip and took on six of her students, all holding long wooden sticks they had made just for training. As she tapped on them, they sat down, indicating they had been defeated. When she had claimed victory, she took a breath of air. “Indeed, I am still too good for you all.” She turned to Kinzer. “Perhaps training with Kinzer for a few rounds will boost your self-esteem a little.”
Kinzer laughed. “Oh, thanks for selling me short.”
“At least it will give the mortals a fighting chance,” she said. “And it’s so cute watching your weak attempts.”
Without his wings, he was still far weaker than an immortal, but he didn’t mind that.
He had an appreciation for his weakness, because in turn, it had led to him discovering his true strength, which was something much deeper within him—something no mortal or immortal could ever take away.
Kinzer helped Eilee train for nearly an hour before a loud sound reverberated around the room. They knew that sound: the return of one of their trucks.
“I guess we will have to finish later, then,” Eilee said. “Let’s go welcome the troops home.”
Kinzer raced out with everyone else, and they gathered at the front of the warehouse, where one of the massive semitractors the Winged Justice had rigged to fight off grundars was parked.
Kid opened the door of the driver’s seat and jumped down effortlessly. He wore a red flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off, unbuttoned in front, and a pair of jeans. Even though his shirt and jeans were covered in blood from the battles he’d fought, he wore a broad smile, something Kinzer was so fucking relieved to see. As his gaze caught Kinzer’s, he hurried toward him.
Treycore climbed from the back of the truck, onto the hood. Spreading his wings, he jumped down, gliding at Kid, whom Kinzer considered warning. He didn’t want to spoil Treycore’s surprise, though.
