Damian scratched the pig’s head. “Yeah… aren’t you a brave guy, Walter? Aren’t you?”
The pig squealed softly, snorting.
Gabe laughed. “What a whore.”
“Yep. That he is. Where’s your lady, Walter?” He pushed at the pig and got up, watching him lie back down, snoring. “What a lazy ass…” He walked to Gabe, leaning the spear against a tree. “Caught something?”
Gabe showed a plastic bag. “Fish, and a smaller ray.”
Damian whistled. “A feast tonight…” He laced his arms around Gabe, pulling him into a wide kiss, and Gabe’s hands went behind his neck, under his hair brushing his shoulders. That hair which he had let grow in soft waves, a three-day beard, almost not even there. Pushing his body close to that body he loved, filled with soft black hair, eating him up. Damian’s soft voice. “I might just feast on you…”
“Oh! Nice…” Kissing him, letting him stray his mouth to his neck, brushing his long hair back. Gabe’s hair had grown too, the sun kissing blond strands into that darker color. “Mhm…” Moaning softly when Damian’s teeth glided on his skin, his tongue trailing down to his collarbone, to his chest, to his abs. Soft, warm kisses, trailing down to his navel. Gabe heaved, his hands on Damian’s shoulders, feeling him pull his boxers down, that single piece of clothing which they still both had. Feeling his mouth on his erection, that mouth he loved, taking him in, deep. “Ah…” Gabe dug his fingers into his shoulders, letting him do whatever he wanted, lost in that building pleasure, his skin on fire as Damian’s hands grabbed his hips, pulling him closer. Straying to his ass, kneading his flesh, hard, just the way he liked it. That raw strength driving Gabe crazy. He moaned, hard, flooding Damian’s mouth, letting him rock him as he drank, hold him close, resting against his groin.
Gabe’s hands went into that lush hair. “Wow…”
Damian looked up, that playful light in his eyes. “We should cook…”
“You already ate.” Grinning, but he helped him up, kissing him. “Mhm… tasty…”
“Yes…”
Gabe pushed his hair out of his face, grazing his face softly. Marveling at what kind of lover Damian had become over the years. Somebody he could not get enough of. A man who had morphed under that merciless sun and harsh environment into a beast of efficiency. Shuddering a bit under those steel eyes, which did not flinch anymore. A cool calm in them, an edge which had not been there before. Not until Damian had killed so many times that he had lost count. A formidable hunter, he roamed the island, sometimes for days, and came back covered in blood and mud, the animals he’d killed hanging on him. Gabe let him take over, unable to kill any longer, save for the fish where the ocean took that scarce blood away. Where they were silent whilst they died.
“Where are your thoughts?”
“Nowhere… let’s cook what I caught.”
They walked to the fireplace to that hearty fire and prepared the fish and the ray with precise moves, throwing the insides to Walter, who just gobbled them up.
Gabe pulled a face. “He eats everything… I can’t get used to it.”
“He’s a pig… and talking of the wife, here she comes.”
Gisele burst into the kitchen area, rushing straight to Gabe, who scratched her head and tossed her some fish guts, too. “Ugh… disgusting…” Watching the pig chomp on those delicacies. “Is she pregnant again?”
Damian shot her a look. “Looks like it…”
Gabe’s heart clenched. “Her piglets are still growing…”
“Not for long.”
Gabe looked at him. “Oh…”
“Yes. Tomorrow, it’s piggy time.” He smiled lightly, his steel eyes on the flames as he turned the fish on the grill.
The light in them chilling Gabe a bit. “Please tell me you are not looking forward to this.”
He looked up. “To what?”
“Killing the piglets.”
Damian’s dark smile. “What’s that to you?”
“Everything.”
“Marshmallow heart.”
Gabe shrugged. “I know they need to die… we ate a bunch of them already, right? But I just hope it’s not too easy for you.”
