Undone

by R Phoenix

  The human didn’t even stand a chance against the tsunami of his abilities washing over him. He agreed wordlessly, putting his foot down and driving off onto the street.

  Kolt glanced in the rearview mirror as he sidled closer to the driver. Nero, Gideon, and Darcy stood just outside the doors, watching as they drove off. Not Leandro, of course.

  Never Leandro.

  He’d intended to wait, but even before they’d rounded the first corner, he had the man’s pants open and his hand shoved down them.

  The human jolted and squirmed. “Hey, hey, hey, hey now, it’s… You don’t…” the man objected.

  Kolt leaned in closer, sucking his prey’s earlobe between his teeth. He made sure those words died with a choked moan as his hand found its way beneath the fabric of the man’s underwear. “Pull over…” Kolt breathed in his ear. “I don’t want to fucking die,” he said with a low chuckle, but all his prey could do was squirm more and hastily indicate to pull over.

  The car hadn’t even come to a full stop before Kolt’s mouth was on the human’s, kissing him deeply while he climbed atop him. There wasn’t a lot of space, but he didn’t need much. The man’s erection was jutting straight up from his pants, and he fumbled for the seatbelt around Kolt’s leg. Why it needed to be off, Kolt wasn’t sure, but he didn’t stop to ask. His hand closed around the man’s shaft once more, stroking it leisurely.

  He didn’t give the guy time to think, barely even time to breathe, as he worked him up. He rolled his hips forward, trapping that cock between the front of his tight pants and his hand—

  The man squirmed, bucking up in the limited space. Kolt kissed him through the moans and the groans, and before long, he felt the man come. The warm ejaculate served to slick that cock further.

  Kolt slowed his kissing down, allowing the man a breath or two before plunging his tongue back into that now-willing mouth that didn’t stand a fucking chance against the ferocious need of an incubus. Still, Kolt coaxed and teased, eliciting moan after moan and shiver after shiver as he worked the man up in short order for a second time. No words of protest came; in fact, the human’s hands gripped his hips tighter, bucking up against him harder and with more dire need.

  The way all that lust nourished the starved monster inside of him was soothing, even if the hunger remained fierce. Kolt was sure he could do this forever.

  He slid his free hand under the man’s jacket. Every button of that shirt snapped open, slowly but surely, giving him a much larger playing field within the confines of the car. He only abandoned the man’s lips in favor of exploring other options, finding the man just as responsive to Kolt’s mouth on his nipples as he was to his tongue being sucked.

  It took even less time before the man was arching up and crying out the second time around. The man’s fingers found purchase on Kolt’s ass and yanked him closer.

  “You want more of this?” Kolt asked in a purr as he rocked his hips again, sliding closer against the human. He ground into that half-flaccid cock and provoked a strangled cry.

  There was less pleasure now. His dick was oversensitive, and as Kolt rubbed the head with his thumb, his prey sucked a sharp breath in through his teeth.

  “You want to be inside of me?” he continued to ask anyway. “Feel my tight ass around your cock, hot and willing, begging to be fucked?” Kolt’s voice was as vulgar as he could make it, and his prey’s cock twitched in response.

  Despite the overstimulation, Kolt’s powers still urged the man’s lust on. They left him needy and mewling as he nodded, but his reactions were getting sluggish.

  “Over the hood of your car, maybe, or clinging to the door?” He tilted the man’s face up to kiss him sweetly once more, but this time it was the human that deepened the kiss.

  The man clutched him tight, gripping his ass as if he could tear the fabric of his pants with the sheer force of that grope and give him access to that ass they were talking about.

  “Or—” Kolt chuckled after the kiss. “Standing up, like you’re a dirty cop, and I’m a filthy whore.”

  Once again, the man’s cock strained against him, against odds and expectation.

  Kolt opened the car door from where he was sitting, pushing against the fogged-up window to push it all the way open, and he got out. The human tried to follow, but the seatbelt kept him where he was. Kolt glanced back, wetting his lips as he eyed that cock. He didn’t think of the consequences of his actions, only of his hunger, as he sank down to his knees. He leaned into the car and took the straining erection into his mouth, sucking the man carefully, gently, as he was aware of just how painful and over-milked cock could be.

  Yet still the human moaned and thrashed in his chair, fingers gripping at his hair but never trying to pull him away. After the fucking appetizer he’d already had, Kolt fed again, harder and deeper than he even dared to take the overused cock in his mouth.

  The man had another orgasm, this one explosive and early, taking him by surprise, but it didn’t stop him from swallowing the hard-pressed semen. Those hands on his shoulders tightened before they went slack almost completely.

  Kolt could hear the human’s heartbeat fading until it went completely still in his chest. He looked at the human — who hadn’t even been that good-looking — and he wiped his mouth before he got up off his knees. He turned and slammed the car door shut behind him, hiding the crime scene behind the fogged-up glass.

  “Feeding on pitiful humans?” Nero asked.

  Any other day, Kolt might’ve jumped, but today, he feared nothing. He looked up at the fae with a smirk. “Not exactly many fae about, are there?” he asked sweetly, though the way he wiped his mouth a second time on his sleeve, like a cheap slut was pure theatre — theatre that went straight to Nero’s fucking cock.

  “How is your hand?” Nero asked. “Good enough for a handy, I see.”

  Kolt smiled and pulled up a shoulder. “I’m a shapechanger. I fed. Are you surprised?” he asked. Nero wasn’t that naive, but perhaps he was naive enough. “You want this?” he asked Nero, getting straight to the point. He slowly ran his hand along the curve of his ass, leaning against the car he’d just gotten out of.

  “Let me take you to my house. You’ll like it better than Leandro’s,” the fae promised.

  Kolt laughed. “Will I?” he asked, but he did step closer to the fae. Nero’s mid-length black hair was similar to Kolt’s blond hair. “We do make a nice set, don’t we?” he teased. He placed a hand on Nero’s chest, letting the fae inspect the thumb he’d broken.

  He didn’t recall when it had knitted itself back together. His resilience and swift healing had always been to Leandro’s pleasure. Undoubtedly, it would be to Nero’s too. The fae slid his hands around Kolt’s waist, down to his ass before curving back up to his lower back and pulling him carefully close. It might’ve been gentlemanly if it hadn’t been for the ass-grab preceding it.

  “We’re both beautiful. Leandro had decent taste, though I wouldn’t mind a few alterations,” Nero mused. Alterations to better suit Nero’s needs, his pleasure and desire.

  He didn’t care how his looks were affected. The human had already started the process. Whatever Nero’s pleasure was would be to his pleasure as well. He smirked, leaning in and planting a kiss on the fae’s lips. “If you think you can handle me, I’d be amenable to switching to your team,” he whispered hotly against Nero’s lips.

  “Come then, before Leandro’s goon also realizes you never got far at all,” Nero crooned, literally sweeping him up off his feet. There was a shimmer in the air, the sound of glass wobbling dangerously, before there was a loud snap and a flash of something akin to lightning.

  Kolt’s ears popped. When he blinked blearily, Nero was already putting him back down on his feet, though this time on a hardwood floor instead of the cold cement of the sidewalk.

  “Convenient, hmm?” Nero asked, fiddling with a ring on his finger and flashing him a grin. “Welcome to my humble abode, little Kolt,” the fae said
with a sweeping gesture.

  The place was fairly empty, almost Spartan: a bed, a dresser set, a night light. The rings in the wall were what caught Kolt’s attention.

  “It used to be an abattoir. I liked the feel of the space,” Nero explained.

  Kolt didn’t fucking care.

  He popped open the front of his pants and tugged the crop top up and over his head. He tossed it aside as he went for the bed. “You always teleport your lovers straight to the bedroom?” Kolt asked.

  Nero chuckled, picking up the crop top and spinning it around his finger before discarding it. “You approve?”

  Kolt smirked and pulled up a shoulder. “Should teleport right into bed with your clothes off,” he dared. He stripped his pants off too, leaving him buck naked before Nero as he knelt on the bed. He beckoned the fae closer, and Nero obliged.

  Nero couldn’t be this complacent, this willing, this submissive. It wasn’t like him — or like any fae — but Kolt wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not today.

  “The appetite on you,” Nero crooned as his hand touched Kolt’s chin then drew him a little closer.

  Kolt fell easily into the fae’s embrace, kissing him — but with less hunger and dominance than he’d shown the human. Fae always took a little convincing, and he coaxed Nero along.

  It didn’t take much before those hands were on his body, touching and exploring. They traveled first down his chest and rib cage until he hit Kolt’s hips — which he rocked forward against Nero’s touch — then back up, to his shoulders. His touch didn’t seem to warm, remaining cool and gentle as he traced along the lines of Kolt’s shoulder blades. His hands slid down his spine to the small of his back, to the curve of his ass then his thigh.

  One hand sneakily slipped between the cleft of his ass, prompting a quiet moan and another thrust of Kolt’s hips. All that energy thrumming through the fae, just below the surface, was better than the human’s.

  Nero threw his handgun behind Kolt on the bed before he pushed him back. Kolt let him, falling back on his hands just as the fae yanked his legs out from under him and put him on his back. Kolt grabbed at the fae’s shirt, lifting it over his head after Nero crawled between his legs, licking and kissing his way up Kolt’s chest.

  It left him breathless, feeling hot to the touch and wanting more. Even when Nero’s lips captured his, kissing him deeply, he still needed so much more. He boldly shoved two hands down the back of Nero’s pants, grabbing the fae’s ass with both hands while thrusting up against him.

  “In a rush, are we?” Nero asked with a laugh against his lips.

  “Clothing is just a waste of time.” Kolt smirked, wiggling his fingers in what little room he had to spare between Nero’s ass and the fabric of his trousers. That only lasted a split second longer before the pants just fucking vanished with the crackling of magic. Kolt couldn’t help but laugh at that, and Nero grinned approvingly at him.

  The fae picked the gun out from between the sheets, running the muzzle of it down the center of his chest. It felt cold, and the edge of it was enticingly rough on his skin.

  “You’re hot when you’re like this. Relaxed, amused, hungry,” Nero praised as the gun came to rest in the crook of his hip.

  Kolt took the moment to lie back on the bed, stretching out until his hands touched the headboard, and he looked at Nero. “You’ve no idea how hot I can be,” Kolt said.

  Nero answered him with a grin. “Show me.”

  Kolt didn’t need to be told twice. He shoved at the fae’s chest, pushing him back onto his heels, and Kolt followed him back. He eyed the man’s half-hard cock, knowing he was a grower and not a shower. Nero tilted his chin up, and his gaze away from that cock as the Glock’s muzzle was slowly dragged along his cheek. Kolt bit his lower lip and looked up at the fae, knowing he’d have instructions.

  Nero always did like to tell him what to do.

  “I’ve had your mouth, little Kolt. Show me some other tricks,” Nero suggested before kissing him again, slowly and oddly tender, as the fae’s fingers played with the ends of his hair. The gun, still clutched in the fae’s grip, pressed harmlessly against his back.

  It was Nero who urged him up off the mattress and closer, until Kolt instinctively continued to move forward. He pressed Nero with his back flat against the bed and crawled atop him. He would’ve loved to suck that dick, but he’d been told not to, so he stroked it until it was fully hard — again reminding him of just how much of a grower Nero was.

  “I’ll need lube for a cock this big…” Kolt said, his voice too matter-of-fact to be sexy in the slightest, but it didn’t bother Nero. He got a good compliment out of it, after all.

  Nero snapped his fingers, the nightstand rattled — then there was a tube of KY in the fae’s hand.

  “I changed my mind,” Kolt said, taking it from him. “That is a pretty cool trick.” he admitted, smearing a glob of lubricant onto his hand and warming it before coating Nero’s hard cock with it. Nero’s breathing grew a little more bothered, his dick jerking as Kolt slicked him up good from top and bottom — though mainly the head.

  “All right, come on,” Nero prompted, giving his thigh a slap, and making a gesture with the gun.

  It startled Kolt out of the quiet reverie he’d gotten lost in about the cock that would soon be inside of him, like he wanted — needed, even. Kolt threw the lube aside for now, straddling the fae’s waist. He held Nero’s cock with one hand between his own legs.

  Nero watched him intently, stroking the inside of Kolt’s thigh with the gun’s barrel as Kolt slowly pushed himself down onto his cock. He held on to Nero with both hands as the fae gripped his hips tight and mercilessly shoved Kolt down on that hard cock.

  He let out a brief scream as the whole thing was forced in in one swift move. Nero sat up, stifling the sound as he claimed another kiss from Kolt.

  The fae still hadn’t let go of that gun, and it felt more like the Nero he knew… in control, but gentle, and more obsessed with his gun than his cock. The fae had magic at his disposal, clear mastery of his own tricks of the trade, yet he was obsessed with the Glock that now pressed against the side of Kolt’s jaw.

  “Fuck me, little Kolt,” the fae purred, and Kolt could hear the hammer of the gun get cocked.

  He didn’t need to be told twice. He was still an incubus, and his body could adjust to almost anything. A well-hung fae wasn’t the exception to that rule. Kolt kissed him again, ignoring the gun, ignoring the teeth trying to trap his tongue, ignoring the way the man’s nails dug into skin at the first roll of his hip.

  He clenched his legs a little tighter, pulling himself up before slamming down and forward, the cycle of it quick, hard, and hungry. He grabbed Nero’s face in both hands, fucking himself on that cock.

  “Yes.” Nero groaned, arching up against him and encouraging Kolt to move faster, fuck him harder.

  One of Kolt’s hands clutched at the hair at the back of Nero’s neck, while the other came to rest around the fae’s throat. Unlike Leandro, Nero didn’t seem to give a fuck about it, just as Kolt didn’t give a fuck about the gun pressed against him. He was moaning and grinding up into him, meeting every thrust and pushing his dick deeper and rougher into him. It didn’t take long for Nero to allow himself to be pushed all the way back down, giving Kolt the absolute upper hand. His hand tightened a little around Nero’s throat as he grinned down at him — hungry, horny, darkly twisted.

  The gun finally got abandoned between the sheets when Nero needed both hands. In a surprisingly considerate move, one was for Kolt’s cock, and the other cupped around the back of his ass, to dictate his movement a little more clearly.

  Kolt didn’t fucking care. His own breathing was labored as he pressed down on Nero’s throat, and he fucked him harder still. He leaned down, forcing a kiss upon Nero’s lips. The fae yielded to him before pushing back — though not convincingly, and Kolt’s free hand found the gun between the sheets.

  Nero didn’t seem t
o pay any attention to it, not even as Kolt sat up and pressed it against his chest, over the fae’s heart. He leaned on it while he rode Nero, closing his eyes when he felt the fae’s oncoming climax. Nero’s hands tightened on him, pulling him down with the same unrelenting pace.

  Kolt bucked up into him, driving the fae as deep as he fucking could while he came.

  “Fuck yes,” Nero groaned, biting his lower lip — but Kolt could feel him. He was still erect, still willing, and he didn’t stop. He didn’t even fucking slow down.

  “Fuck me,” Kolt commanded, shifting the gun from Nero’s chest to the side of his head.

  Nero didn’t lash out, didn’t try to take his precious weapon back. He simply sat up, grabbed a handful of Kolt’s hair behind his back and pulled his head back to expose his throat. The fae latched onto it, sucking a bruising kiss onto the skin while his other hand continued to stroke Kolt’s dick. Nero lacked finesse, but with the fae’s pleasure and climax energizing him, the cock still inside of him, and that mouth on his neck — biting and kissing possessively — he could almost forget that this wasn’t a normal fucking night.

  Kolt came, and he felt the rush of energy that always came with it, especially mid-feed. He didn’t give a fuck that Nero’s hand released his hair. He held the pose fucking willingly as he rode the wave of his own pleasure out. He even let Nero take the weapon from his hand again.

  Nero pushed him back gently, laying him down on the bed. Part of Kolt expected to feel lips on his cock any moment, but this wasn’t Leandro. This was Nero who lay down beside him. The gun’s muzzle dragged along his hip and the side of his body until it rested against the point of his shoulder.

  Kolt was still breathing heavily, but he looked up at Nero, who had barely even fucking slowed down after his own climax. The gun pressed against his lips next. He didn’t understand at first, trying to move away, only to have it shoved more insistently, hitting his teeth.

  “Suck it, little Kolt,” Nero said, as horny as if he was telling Kolt to suck his cock instead, as if the gun was an extension of his body.