Lachlan pushed him against the opposite wall of the shower, his mouth matching the crazy desperation Apollo was feeling.
"Let me take the fear, love. I got you. I always got you," Lachlan said, his mouth dropping to Apollo's neck. He ground up against him, and Apollo groaned.
"Lachie," he whispered, fingers sliding into his thick black hair and burying his face in his neck to breathe him in, like his scent was the only thing that could save him.
Lachlan's hand wrapped around both of their dicks, and Apollo whimpered with need. Lachlan stroked and kissed him until he was leaking precum, and all he could think was how good it felt. He was about to come when Lachlan stopped stroking and put him back on his feet.
"Now isnotthe time to edge me, Lachlan Ironwood," he growled.
"Hush." Lachlan dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around him instead.
"Oh, fucking fuck."
Lachlan's deep blue eyes sparkled with cheekiness and lifted one of Apollo's legs over his broad shoulders. Apollo hung onto his bobbing head to try and keep his balance, but he knew Lachlan wouldn't let him fall. Lachlan stroked the precum off his own dick before his hand slid back to tease Apollo's ass.
"You better start fucking stroking that cock of yours so I can watch," Apollo panted, tugging on Lachlan's hair hard enough to make him groan around him. Lachlan did as he was told, and Apollo struggled not to come at the glorious sight.
"Fuck, Lachie, you are killing me with how perfect you are. Why did I fight this for so long?"
Lachlan only sucked him harder. His finger in his ass found his sweet spot, and Apollo came without warning. Lachlan moaned and swallowed. With two more strokes, his own release spilled over his hand and onto the tiles.
He slowly pulled off Apollo and rested his forehead against his thigh. Apollo dropped his leg from his shoulder before lifting Lachlan's chin up to kiss him slowly and deeply. Lachlan wrapped his arms around his legs and held him.
"I don't know why you fought this so long either," he said, kissing Apollo's thigh tenderly.
Not so deep down, Apollo knew the real reason. It was because Lachlan could see all the way to the core of him like no one else did. He couldn't half love Lachlan. He could only love him wholly and obsessively, which scared him more than all the blood mages in Paris.
27
By the time Lachlan and Apollo returned to the lounge room, Valentine was already working on casting protection wards over the windows and doors. He had a slightly manic gleam in his eyes, and Lachlan didn't know if he should be concerned. The fact that he was only wearing a fluffy robe with his wet hair sticking up in weird directions didn't help him look less crazy.
"Okay, Val?" Lachlan asked cautiously.
"I've ordered us some clothes to be delivered," he said, his hands moving in a complicated pattern. Red and silver sigils lit up over the windows and doors, and a muffling effect settled over the rooms. Lachlan wriggled a finger in his ears to make them pop, but it didn't help.
"He's blocking out traffic noise," Apollo explained. He was wearing one of Lachlan's spare T-shirts and a pair of boxer shorts, his robe on over the top but open. He looked a little calmer, but Lachlan could feel the anxiety radiating off him. He blamed himself for the attack, and Lachlan didn't know how to help convince him it wasn't his fault.
Lachlan had years of dealing with sudden attacks and people trying to kill him. He had to remind himself that this was a new experience for the Greatdrakes boys.
"I've ordered food too," Valentine said. He went to the little kitchen and pulled out a handful of mini alcohol bottles from the fridge. He tossed two bottles at Apollo and one at Lachlan.
"Thanks, Val," Apollo said, opening the little vodka and downing it. "Fuck, I hate these alchemists."
"We need to talk to Cosimo first. I don't want to ambush him with this while the whole family is on the call." Valentine was pacing and sipping from a little bottle like he couldn't hold in his energy. "Lachie, do the computer thing."
Lachlan sighed and went to get his laptop. Thankfully the screen hadn't been damaged. He hooked it up to the hotel TV, and they rang Cosimo. He answered, and he looked in worse shape than Valentine.
"Boys! Thank the fucking gods. What the fuck is happening? I've just been on a call with the French police because the apartment has burned down," he said, eyes frantic with worry.
"We are okay, Dad. We just got to safety ourselves. Sorry, you had to find out that way about the apartment," Apollo said, not looking at the screen. "I know it meant a lot to you because…because of mom."
"I couldn't give a damn about the apartment! I thought you were all dead!" Cosimo shouted. He rubbed a hand over his eyes. "Please tell me you are all uninjured?"
"We are okay, Dad. We got out of there before they firebombed it," Valentine replied, still pacing.
"How?"
Apollo smiled sheepishly. "The tunnels."
