Page 35 of Dark Stars
"I'd really rather not at the moment," Bobbyreplied sourly. He'd done what was necessary to keep everyone aliveand safe, but if he ever had an opportunity to remove Leviathan'shead from his shoulders, he would take full and gleeful advantage."You aremine, crafted for me by the dark stars themselves.If he comes anywhere near you ever again, I'll kill him and therest of hell."
Alejo laughed, but his flushed cheeks andglittering eyes belied his delight at the possessive comment. "Getback to kissing me, monster of the primordial dark."
"Gladly." Instead of doing so, however,Bobby went to work getting rid of the rest of their clothes, thensat back on his heels to enjoy the absolutely perfect sight ofAlejo naked in his bed, save for the necklace around histhroat.
He relaxed some of his shape, letting hiseyes take on more of their primordial form, releasing his long,dark and mottled tentacles and twining around Alejo's limbs, bandsof darkness holding him captive. From the racing of Alejo's heart,the shine in his eyes, he was the happiest captive in existence."Will I ever get to see how you really look in full?"
"Someday, when you've had time to strengthenagainst the madness our appearance naturally induces inhumans."
Alejo wrapped a hand around the back ofBobby's neck and dragged him down into a kiss that was wet andmessy, teeth and tongue and panting breaths.
Tearing away from that perfect mouth, Bobbynipped at his jaw before working along the length of his throat,scoring with his sharp teeth and chasing the marks with licks ofhis slightly too-long tongue, all while his hands teased Alejo'schest, moving rapidly with his panting breaths. He rubbed histhumbs over nipples that proved to be surprisingly sensitive, allwhile additional tentacles stroked and fondled along the rest ofhis skin.
"Bobby!" Alejo gasped out. "Let me touch!You—" He broke off moaning as a tentacle wrapped around hiscock.
"Not quite yet," Bobby murmured as hecontinued his way down Alejo's body, sucking at each of thosenipples, getting the rings between his teeth and tugging, teasing,and tormenting until Alejo was writhing beneath him, alternatingbetween colorful swearing and desperate begging. Only then did hemove further down, kissing his way along Alejo's torso,occasionally switching to teeth or a long drag of his tongue, untilhe nuzzled his way down Alejo's dark russet treasure trail tofinally press sucking kisses along the length of his cock. "Alreadyso wet for me. Eager?"
"Impatient," Alejo gasped out. "Fuck mealready."
"Youth." Bobby clucked his tongue. "I'm notdone playing." He grinned as Alejo pulled futilely against histentacles, where veins now glowed faintly in a familiar green,pulsating slightly in time with something that was and was not aheart, sustaining a body type that existed on no earthly plane.Drawing back, he wrapped two slender tentacles around Alejo's cock,using the ones around his legs to spread them wide for hisperusal.
Alejo's face flushed redder than his lovelyhair. "Bobby—"
"Use my real name here. I want to hear yousay it."
Alejo swallowed, then said, "Ctheldush."
"Lovely." Tentacles still holding andteasing, he tilted and braced Alejo so he could get his tongueright where he wanted it, pushing deep into Alejo's hole, deeperthan any human tongue could ever manage. Alejo wailed as he foundthat spot, the loveliest sound he'd ever heard, better than eventhe song of dark stars or the chorus of his mothers' worshipperssinging their love and praise.
"Bobby— Cthel—" Another wail, begging andmoaning, as Alejo tried to both get away from the extremestimulation and push further down on his tongue. "You—"
Bobby growled, thrusting and coiling histongue, thickening it, hands gripping Alejo's thighs, where firmmuscle bunched and flexed under soft skin. His nails left divots,long score marks, but it only drove Alejo higher and higher, untilhe came with a scream.
Pulling out, Bobby bundled Alejo, tremblingand panting, into his arms, fluttering kisses on his head and faceas he slowly calmed.
When he could finally speak again, Alejokissed him and mumbled, "You're gonna be the death of me, but whata way to go." He squirmed free as Bobby laughed and shoved him sohe lay sprawled on the bed, head just short of hanging off the end."My turn." Before Bobby could say a word, Alejo had engulfed hiscock like blowjobs were his professional calling.
"Fucking. Hell." Bobby groaned, head rearingup and slamming back down, sinking one hand into Alejo's springycurls. That was about all he managed in the way of words, as Alejohollowed his cheeks and set to his task in earnest, tongue workingthe underside and heavy veins as he pulled Bobby deep into histhroat, spittle and precum dripping out to run down his chin andneck. It took all Bobby had not to thrust up into his mouth, fuckAlejo's face like it was the last thing he'd ever do.
He didn't last long, that mouth entirely tooskilled for him to hold out. A garbled word of warning was all hemanaged before he spilled, chest heaving with his panting breathsas he watched Alejo slowly pull off his spent cock, grabbing upsomeone's discarded shirt to wipe the spit and what come he hadn'tbeen able to swallow.
In all the years Bobby had existed, Alejowas the hottest, most compelling thing he'd ever seen orexperienced. This not-so-fragile little human, centuries too youngfor him, but born beneath dark stars just for him.
Bobby reached up and dragged him down into afilthy kiss. It probably shouldn't be so hot that Alejo tasted likehim, like the cock he'd just sucked, but fuck was Bobby addictedanyway. His his his. Forever. "Mine," he said breathlessly whenthey finally parted. "I hope you know what you're in for, littlehuman, because I'm not letting you go now. You're mine until thedark stars crumble into dust and new stars are born."
"I like the sound of that," Alejo saidbreathlessly, and kissed him again before dragging him back down tostart over again.
They stopped when Alejo was so wrung out hecould barely move, sore and exhausted but looking every inch thesmug cat. He could see why the family had a close connection tojaguars.
Bobby dragged them to the shower, gettingclean quickly and leaving Alejo to go at a more leisurely pacewhile he got the bed stripped and remade. By the time he was done,a more asleep than awake Alejo walked-stumbled back into thebedroom and barely bothered to dry off before tumbling into bed. Hewas snoring softly before he'd hit the sheets.
Smiling, Bobby kissed his brow and turnedoff the lights on his way out, closing the door to mitigate anynoise he might make.
He'd just made a pot of coffee when he feltthe arrival of Harold and Jones, and lifted a hand in greeting asthe back door swung open and they shuffled in. His smile faded,though, as he took in their grim expressions. "What's wrong?"
Jones removed his hat and combed his fingersthrough his hair. "Remember how I said worlds were about tocollide? Well, the demon-loving ex is here, and so are a couple ofcultists."
"Damn it," Bobby said with a sigh. There'dbe no hiding his presence. It was too deeply enmeshed in the town,even though he always kept it as quiet as possible.
