His Soul to Take (7 page)

Simon's groin pressed against him, stiff and demanding. Robert's cock ached, throbbing, needing to be free of the clothes confining him. He reached for Simon, annoyed by the shirt and desperate to feel bare skin against him. Cloth twisted through his fingers as he fumbled for the buttons. Impatience took over and buttons popped and shot across the room. Simon's hands were no less hungry helping him strip. He wanted more of that demanding touch. Robert hands searched for skin as hot breath sent a shudder down his spine. He buried his head in Simon's neck, tasting his skin, inhaling his scent. The tingle of salt danced on his tongue and he reached for the top of Simon's pants.

The fridge rocked behind them as Simon's desperate hand pulled his pants loose. Strong fingers wrapped around his cock, freeing Robert from the confines of his pants. A small moan escaped him. Each stroke brought him closer to the edge as he reached for Simon. He jerked Simon's pants open, eager to feel the smooth, stiff cock beneath. Simon's moan rasped against Robert's neck, and he shuddered as teeth nipped at his skin.

He felt the pressure building as little nips teased his nipples. He stroked faster, hoping to bring Simon closer. Wanting him inside, cock buried so deep.

A second later Simon moved, bending him over against the kitchen counter, hip bones grinding into the edge. Something tumbled behind him as Simon's hand returned to his cock, and an oil slick finger slipped into Robert's ass. Then another, the burn, the ache, that wonderful spot. He wanted more.

His hands tried to find a hold on the smooth counter top without success. Simon demanded control, and Robert gave it to him. He wanted Simon to take him, have him, fuck him until he screamed. He stifled a cry of pleasure and pain at the rough handling. The dull pressure of Simon's cock hovered at his entrance. Simon jerked them together, diving deep. Pain and pleasure exploded around him. He cried out, his tight ass stretching, burning—the heat so intense it took his breath away. His balls rose, need for release building, as Simon worked his way deeper, each thrust filling him so that every stroke moved Simon deeper and rubbed against that sweet spot. He wanted more. God, he ached for it.

Simon's hands grabbed his hips, pulling him back into the final thrust and filling him completely.

Robert cried out, lightheaded with pleasure. Simon ground into him, each thrust more frantic and demanding. His grip grew vise-like, fingers digging in with every thrust. Robert felt the pressure building, the hot ache as his balls rose. The need for release so close, he hovered on the edge.

"Oh fuck, Simon,” Robert gasped, begging for that final push.

Simon pulled out slowly. Robert whimpered, afraid he'd stop. A sudden push tipped him over the edge. He shuddered with orgasm as the explosive release hit him. His whole body tingled and legs gave out as he came. Simon's grip on his hips tightened, keeping him from slipping.

Robert felt a primal growl, the quake of Simon deep inside him before he collapsed on top like a warm blanket. The sound of their harsh breathing rang through the still air.

They lay panting across the counter, neither wanting to move. Robert didn't think he could, even if he tried. Weak with pleasure, Simon's arms around him like a vise. He loved the feel of such strength around him. A possessive, demanding strength.

Simon moved first and stroked his cheek. “I didn't hurt—"

"No. I'm fine, more than fine."

The tickle of Simon's stubble brushed the back of Robert's neck as he carefully released him. Robert stood on his own two feet and turned to face him. Simon's eyes were intense pools of liquid brown.

Simon's arms wrapped around him, and Robert held him tight.

"Don't forget me, Robert. Please don't forget me."

"I won't. I promise."

Kisses showered his neck and shoulder, as Simon's arms held him close. He buried his head into Simon's chest and neck, wanting their small moment to last forever.

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Simon stared down at the bowl of fluffy white and yellow popped corn Robert set in his lap.

Robert laughed. “It's just popcorn."

"I see that. It just looks strange."

"You've never had popcorn?"

Simon stared down at the bowl as Robert plopped down on the couch beside him. “I don't recall ever eating corn."

"You're serious? Do you
eat
?"

"I suppose I could. I've just never seemed to have the need."

Robert reached into the bowl and pulled out a single fluffy piece. “Open up."

Simon hesitated but opened his mouth. Salt and butter and an odd sweet, almost wheat flavor spread over his tongue. The fluffy bit melted, as if deflating against his palate. The strange texture morphed in his mouth even before he could swallow.

Robert's eyes never left his face as he pondered the new taste. “Well? What do you think?"

"I'm not sure. Different. I wasn't sure what to expect."

"How long has it been since you've eaten?"

Simon smiled, his eyes traveling slowly over Robert's body as he remembered the previous night. “I suppose that depends on what you'd consider a meal."

Robert laughed. “You do have a sense of humor after all. I like this side of you."

Robert grabbed the popcorn and shifted to sprawl across Simon's lap so that he was propped against the arm of the couch. Simon ran his hand through Robert's thick black hair and turned back to the TV. Such a normal thing to be doing like sitting on a couch watching TV. Oddly comforting.

Robert's hand reached out and touched a scar on his bare chest that stretched several inched across his chest and down his ribs. “Where did this come from?"

The scar had faded with the years but still dominated his chest. “A sword."

"A sword?” Robert echoed.

The incredulous tone in his voice made Simon smile. “Or it might have been an ax. It's been a very long time. War is bloody business. The blade sliced through my armor. I was left to die on the battlefield."

"You died?"

Simon ran his hand over Robert's cheek. “No. I'm still very much alive. Why? Do I seem dead to you?"

"No, anything but."

He watched a moment as Robert munched on popcorn from the bowl sitting on his chest and reached out to take another piece.

"Careful, it's addicting."

Simon frowned, pulling his hand away from the bowl. “Addiction isn't a good thing, Robert. It can be very dangerous."

Robert laughed. “It's a joke, babe. I just mean that once you get to like it, you'll want more. It's not bad for you really, not like a drug or something. You'll just like it a lot."

Simon loved the way Robert's eyes lit up when he said something his lover found amusing. The sound of his laughter and pleasure in his face. That was addicting then. Everything about him. He wanted more and didn't think he'd ever be whole again without him.

"Here, have some more,” Robert said, holding up the bowl.

Simon took a few pieces from the bowl and ate them slowly. Robert did have a point. Popcorn was something that made you want to eat more of it.

He stared down at Robert and stroked his cheek. Vivid blue eyes stared up at him and a light smile lit up Robert's face.

"Why do you see me? Why are you so special?"

Robert grinned. “I was looking for you."

"For me?"

"For someone like you. Someone for me."

Simon bent down and kissed his lips. Pulling Robert closer, he turned his attention back to the movie. They ate popcorn and chatted about simple, nonsensical things. Like real couples did.

With a pleasant sigh, he let himself enjoy the moment and pretend he was free.

Simon watched Robert sleep. They hadn't discussed anything more about what he was or what the future held. He couldn't decide if he was disappointed or relieved. He wanted terribly to live a life, a real one, but he couldn't be certain how long this would last. He didn't want to know.

He buried his head in the crook of Robert's neck and pulled him back closer to his chest. The curve of Robert's ass nestled near his cock. He fought the urge to wake him. Robert needed sleep, even if he didn't. Robert stirred and a sleepy hum filled his ears. Simon kissed the back of his neck. He could lie like this forever if only he was allowed.

To want to spend time with him, to ache at the very thought of losing him, that was love, wasn't it? He wasn't sure. It had been so long since such emotions held him in their grasp.

The call of another soul to be taken rippled through him. He didn't want to move. He wanted to stay like this forever. The call grew louder but there was still time, and dawn was on the rise.

He kissed Robert's back and felt him stir awake. Simon eased his grip around him and Robert turned to face him with sleepy eyes, not quite awake.

Simon found his lips, kissing him, working his way down his chest. He wanted to taste him before he had to go. Give him something pleasurable to start his morning.

His lips slid down the firm muscles of Robert's stomach, his cock coming to life with morning needs. Simon moved slowly, running his tongue over Robert's cock and balls, kissing the inside of his thigh, before wrapping his lips around his firm shaft.

A groan escaped Robert, the sound like music. He sucked the stiff cock in his mouth, caressing Robert's balls and teasing his entry. The rich musk of him filled every breath. Robert's breath grew quick as Simon swallowed him down, taking every last inch into him. He paused a moment to wet his fingers and eased them inside before taking him in his mouth again.

Robert's gasp of pleasure filled the air as Simon found that spot just inside, rubbing and sucking, quickening his pace.

The rise of Robert's balls was so enticing that Simon sucked harder, wanting to taste him. He moved his fingers, fucking him harder. Fingers tangled in his hair and hips rocked into his pace. The rush of warmth in his mouth, a taste so unique to Robert, that he savored every drop. With a last, gentle squeeze to his balls, he milked the last drops and moved up to kiss Robert's lips.

With a hum of pleasure, Robert devoured the lingering taste from his lips.

"Damn, what a way to wake up,” Robert rasped, his breath still heavy.

Simon grinned down at him. “I would wake you like that every day if I could."

"How'd you sleep?"

"I don't."

Robert's eyes looked distant for a moment. “Do you think this can work?"

"I don't know, but I need to go. I've put it off too long as it is,” Simon said and winced as the nagging ripple through his nerves started to grow painful.

"Are you okay?"

"It's just a call. Souls are like children, demanding to be taken when the time comes. The whimper becomes a cry, and the cry becomes a bone vibrating scream,” Simon said.

"Painful?"

"Incredibly so.” He sat up and kissed Robert before slipping from the bed to get dressed. “I'll be back as soon as I can."

Simon stepped out of Robert's apartment a few minutes later. The familiar creeping chill of another close by set his teeth on edge. Frowning he went to the bus stop and waited. Buses were quicker than walking and often stopped for passengers.

A few seconds later he watched as Reaper walked down the street and stopped at the bus stop beside him.

"Tsk-tsk. This is really not looking good for you,” Reaper said.

Simon shot him a dark look. “Stay away from him."

"You told me you were going to put him back on track and what did you do? You grew emotionally involved. Worse still, he made the request."

"He didn't mean it. He doesn't understand—"

"Does that really matter?"

"Yes."

"No. It doesn't. You did this to him. He made the request. You must honor it now,” Reaper said. “We all have rules to live by."

Simon bit back the ache in his chest. “He didn't mean it."

"Of course he did. They always mean it. Not dying sounds so delicious to a mortal until they find themselves stuck with it.” Reaper stared off into the distance. “Three days. You have three days."

The bus stopped to let off a few passengers and Simon climbed aboard, relieved to be away from Reaper. He had to find a way to change Robert's mind before it was too late. The idea of dooming him to this existence sent a shudder of panic through him. Never seen, always drawn to their next assignment, never really being a part of the world.... He couldn't let Robert do it. Whatever was on the other side had to be better than this.

He stepped off the bus several stops later, drawn to the next soul bound for the other side.

Simon slipped into the apartment just after mid-day. The scent of pine cleaner filled the air, and he peeked around the corner into the small kitchen. Robert sat at the kitchen table with his bare back to him, flipping through a magazine.

He watched Robert, just enjoying the moment. The firm muscles of his back and broad shoulders. An ache grew in his chest and he pulled his eyes away. Reaper had said three days. Was there so little time left? He considered looking but couldn't bear the thought of him being right. Three days was just so little time.

"When did you get home?"

Simon jerked his attention back to Robert. Home. He had said home. Was this his home too? Did he have a home here?

"Just now."

"When do you have to work again?"

"I never know. I just go when they call."

Robert smirked. “Like living with a doctor."

"Maybe so. I wouldn't know.” He sighed heavily. So little time left.

"Are you okay? Bad day?"

Simon forced a smile and moved to greet him. “Just thinking."

He found Robert's lips and let thought drift away. They needed to talk, but right now he just wanted to be near him.

"I know you aren't hungry, but we could go out or something."

Simon wrapped his arms around behind him. “Only if you want to. They won't see me. They never do."

"But you taste the food. We could share."

"I'd rather taste you."

Robert chuckled. “You like the taste of me?"

"I love the taste of you,” Simon corrected and kissed his neck.