“What do you mean by loosen me—?” A strangled gasp cut his question off as his fingers dug into Damion’s hair. The wet, hot heat of Damion’s mouth on his most sensitive parts caused the fire to flare, roaring through his body. A low moan escaped Requiem’s throat as he breathed out, the unfamiliar sound surprising him.
Damion gave another few licks to the now very hard shaft in front of him. “Not too bad. I hate to admit it, but I’ve become disgustingly well read over the last three days. I want to show you how good it can feel. I want you to experience pleasure, sex, all of it.”
Requiem closed his eyes, swallowing down the whimper creeping out of his throat. His whole body trembled. He couldn’t contain the pressure he was trying to hold in anymore. His whole being was tense except for his legs, which twitched out of his control. “Damion… I do not know this feeling. Pressure,” he said in halting breaths, pausing for a moment before continuing. “I think I am afraid.”
“Don’t be. It’s okay, you can come. I promise you it will feel better than anything you’ve ever felt before.”
Damion rubbed his left hand over Requiem’s lower stomach while his right resumed stroking, faster than before. “Touching another man, like this, I never knew it would make me this excited. Happy.”
“Come? I do not know what you mean. Come where?” Requiem managed to get out before Damion’s hand increased its speed further, inflaming the burning that had started around his groin and increased throughout him. Requiem couldn’t hold it in anymore—he wasn’t strong enough—so he gave up and hoped that whatever happened didn’t kill him.
For the first time in his life, Requiem orgasmed. His mouth opened in a silent scream as he went rigid, his fingers twisting in Damion’s hair as the most amazing, blissful feeling burst through him from head to toe. He heard a roaring in his ears and saw white bursts behind his closed eyes. It was… wonderful.
Requiem nearly convulsed under Damion and covered Damion’s hand in pulse after pulse of sticky, thick release.
Requiem’s hands slid from Damion’s hair to the bed as his chest rose and fell with soft pants. Eyes wide, fixed on the ceiling, he continued to twitch every so often. His skin had flushed from heat and exertion and a shock of his hair was plastered to his sweaty skin. All of those things, nearly every single one of them, were new to him. And it was overwhelming.
Damion leaned forward, putting a soft kiss on Requiem’s parted lips. He stroked his clean hand over Requiem’s cheek. Requiem’s thoughts lingered on his… lover’s… lips.
“Turn over, please,” Damion urged.
Requiem’s eyes eventually came back to focus, meeting Damion’s for a moment. Then he nodded and shakily sat up. The liquid pooled on his stomach caused him to pause as he stared at it. He looked up at Damion again, mild confusion filling him, but he didn’t say anything as he turned, getting on his hands and knees and lowering himself so that he lay back down on the bed on his messy stomach.
Damion began kissing the skin around each port. He counted them in a low voice. He started at the base of Requiem’s spine. Four were along his spine, and that wasn’t including the one at the base of his skull. Damion put a long kiss to the port at the back of his head. Damion moved to Requiem’s arms, splayed out to his sides. There were two in each of them as well, one in the biceps and another in the forearms. One behind each ear, in the back of each thigh, and each calf. And these were just the ones on the back of his body. “What’s this?”
Requiem felt Damion brushing his hair aside over the line of inking on the back of Requiem’s head he would never have seen before. The faint, long tattoo of writing was normally hidden in his hair.
“When did you get that?”
Requiem turned his head to the right, content to stare at the wall by his capsule. “I was marked when I was brought into the Corporation. The tattoo reads ‘Chrysalis Corporation—Core #11023052-47.’”
Simply put, it basically said “Property of the Chrysalis Corporation.” Under the tattoo there was a small, shallow divot in his skin, about the size of a protein tablet in diameter. “All Cores are marked in a similar way.”
“I see.” Damion sighed and placed a kiss on the mark before rubbing his hands up and down Requiem’s sides. “I’m going to try and prepare you so I can… well, so I can fuck you.”
“Affirmative,” Requiem replied quietly.
Even though the warmth from his orgasm had turned his body to jelly, Requiem somehow tensed, becoming as taut as a violin string. This part—this was the part he wasn’t sure about. Every time it had hurt—horribly so—and there had been blood. Damion assured him there was a difference, and so far Damion hadn’t lied to him. But out of everything, Requiem always remembered the pain.
“I’ll try and do this as best as I can, but this is our, well, my first time.”
Requiem heard Damion open up the small tube and squeeze out some of its contents. Then Damion smoothed his fingers down the crease of Requiem’s ass before pressing one finger against his tight entrance.
“No, it is both of ours,” Requiem whispered into the pillow, where he’d turned his head to keep his face hidden. His whole body sang with tension, even more so with the gentle, slippery brush of Damion’s digit against his opening. “I do not count what others have done to me as anything except an uncomfortable memory.”
“You mean rape.” Damion sighed. “I need you to take a breath and try to relax.”
Requiem gave a brief look of disbelief over his shoulder before he buried his face. But he did as Damion asked, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath that raised his upper body, and releasing it slowly. While doing so, he concentrated on easing all his muscles. He focused his thoughts on how much he trusted Damion. How safe and secure he made him feel. How Damion had never hurt him and never would on purpose. That, more than the breath, helped him relax.
Requiem could feel Damion moving one finger in and out a lot easier now. He suspected Damion would need to get two, if not three, fingers inside to stretch him.
“If it starts to hurt worse, let me know. It might be… uncomfortable at first,” Damion said.
Requiem buried his arms under the pillow, cradling the soft material so that it fluffed around his face. What Damion was doing did burn somewhat, but it didn’t hurt, per se. Requiem had felt a lot worse. Damion’s finger inside him was gentle and hesitant. He was trying his best, his honest best, not to hurt Requiem, and Requiem appreciated it. He nodded to let Damion know he had heard him, but otherwise kept silent.
“It will be all right.” Damion rubbed Requiem’s lower back as he slowly pushed in a second finger. He sounded unsure whether he was telling Requiem to keep him calm, or himself.
“I am aware. I trust you” was the muffled, strained reply Requiem managed from the pillow. He had tensed again at the invasion of the second finger but relaxed after a moment. It burned. Yes, it burned, but yet again it wasn’t too uncomfortable.
“You doing all right?” Damion asked.
“I am acceptab-aaahhh!” Requiem moved quickly. He knew he was quite flexible for a Core, and in less than a quarter of a second, he had put his hands under himself and pushed up, effectively bowing his back so that he could look over his shoulder at Damion. One moment he had been concentrating on keeping relaxed as Damion slowly moved his fingers in and out of him, the next those fingers touched something in him that caused an intense wave of pleasure.
“That it?” Damion chuckled at Requiem. “All right, I’ll try and focus on that since it seems to loosen you up more.”
“What…?” Requiem looked from Damion’s face to where his fingers were buried in him and back to his face again. “What was that?”
“It was your sweet spot, um, your prostate.” Damion’s voice was laced with happiness.
“I still do not understand so much,” Requiem said with a soft sigh, warily lying back down.
“That’s fine because neither do I.” Damion focused on hitting that spot inside Requiem�
�s body a few more times before pushing in a third and final finger. “Does it hurt?”
Requiem trembled as sweat dripped down his back from trying to contain his gasps and not squirming under Damion’s efforts. At Damion’s question, he shook his head rapidly before he buried his face again. So many sensations he had never experienced before. More pleasure than he had felt in his entire life. The only thing that compared was jacking in, and that was pleasurable because of the freedom it represented. But this… this was different.
Damion was able to move all three fingers easily now. “I am going to enter you now. I can’t wait another minute.” He pulled his fingers away.
Requiem sagged back onto the bed as soon as Damion’s fingers left him. His torso rose and fell against the mattress from the rapid panting muffled by the pillow. Sweat slicked Requiem’s hair to the back of his neck. All that, and the only true pain he felt was where his member was caught between his stomach and the bed, since he lay completely flat, his legs splayed out. It was a pleasurable pain, but pain nonetheless.
Requiem glanced over his shoulder to see Damion slicking his penis with a shaking hand.
“Raise up on your knees,” Damion instructed and waited for him to do so before guiding the tip of his cock to the greased entrance.
Requiem didn’t know how he felt, having his ass in the air with his torso still partially on the bed, his face buried in the pillow. But he did as Damion asked, feeling very exposed. His whole form trembled in both fear and anticipation as he felt Damion’s penis nudge against him. Lifting his head from the pillow, he looked back over his shoulder, wondering what Damion was going to look like when he entered him. Requiem had never cared before, in the past just waited for it to be over. But this time he was curious because it was Damion.
Damion slid into Requiem’s body. “Fuck. So warm, soft.” He pushed forward centimeter by centimeter.
Requiem couldn’t help but release a gasp from the burning pain of Damion stretching him even further. He turned back around so that Damion couldn’t see his face. Damion’s penis was not small, and even with being prepared, it burned. But not as bad…. No, he could deal with it. This time he didn’t feel the pain of his skin tearing or the warm trickle of blood down his leg—none of that. Damion was gentle, sliding slowly into him, and while it hurt, it was bearable. Sucking in a deep breath, Requiem raised his upper body, reaching for a shelf that was part of the bookcase embedded in the wall instead of a headboard. He gripped it tightly, letting his head hang down.
Once Damion was fully inside Requiem, he paused before he finally asked a whispered question. “Are you all right?”
Requiem let out the breath he was holding in to keep from whimpering, nodding at the same time. “I will admit that it is not comfortable, but it does not hurt too badly. I suspect once you start moving, it will be fine.” His arms were trembling from gripping the bookshelf so tightly.
“Good.” Damion moved slowly at first. His thrusts were hesitant. The slow play of pushing his erection in and out of Requiem’s body was causing Requiem frustration.
“Is there a problem?” Requiem inquired.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You will not.” Requiem trusted Damion, and not just in sex but in all other decisions. “Do what pleases you.”
“If I hurt you too bad, you’ll say something?” Damion’s voice was deeper from arousal.
“I will report if there are any unbearable sensations.” Requiem whispered.
Damion didn’t wait a moment longer and began thrusting his hips in and out of Requiem at a fast pace, as if unable to stop himself or take it slow.
Requiem couldn’t keep a gasping scream inside, and he tilted his head back as he squeezed his eyes shut. The first few thrusts burned like a hot poker up his spine, but after that… after that it wasn’t so bad….
In fact, it was good. Really good.
Requiem let his head fall back down, his hair hanging in his eyes as he gasped. He strained not to move. Every time Damion pushed into him, he lurched forward and only his grip on the shelf helped to keep him in place. Eventually, what he really wanted to do was push back, to help Damion find that spot inside him that Damion’s fingers had found, but he forced himself to stay still, not sure if Damion would appreciate him doing so.
Damion’s hands shook as they rested on Requiem’s hips. “Being inside you and knowing you want it makes this amazing.” He moved his hips as he spoke. “You can move too. Please, for the love of the gods, move!”
Requiem looked back over his shoulder again and any words he might have said were lost as he saw the blissful look on Damion’s face. Requiem had never taken stock in physical appearances before, but Damion, he realized, was beautiful. Especially with his face flushed with color, his brown eyes bright with… with heat, was the only thing Requiem could think of, but it was a side of the man that he liked. And then his mind scattered in a wave of overwhelming ecstasy as Damion’s movements inside his body shifted over that place Damion had called the sweet spot. Requiem couldn’t help pushing back in reaction, turning back to the bookshelf with a wheeze.
“Shit,” Damion said. “So tight. Good. Fuck.”
Requiem couldn’t control his voice anymore, couldn’t control the sobbing that spilled forth from his mouth. In the past he had been able to make no sound, no cry of pain, anything. He prided himself for keeping his silence even if it displeased the Fighter he had been paired with, who had raped him. But this… this was nothing he could control. It felt so good every time the head of Damion’s penis ran over that unknown place inside him. He could feel himself as he was before, his own need hard and weeping, almost painfully so as the sounds of skin on skin slapped in the air.
Damion reached around with a fumbling hand and found Requiem’s penis and wrapped his palm around it. “I’m going to come inside you.”
He shuddered under Damion with his head thrown back as a whimper slipped from his throat at the heat of Damion inside of him and the pressure of Damion’s strong, callused hand around his erection. Too many sensations—touch, smell, sound, and even the dryness in his mouth from his panting breaths and hoarse cries. It was overwhelming, so much so that tears combined with sweat on his face.
Even with all that, there was only one thing Requiem could reply. “Where else would you come, besides inside me?” It was the least he was able to say as he pushed shaky arms against the shelf, thrusting himself back onto Damion.
Damion didn’t answer—he either couldn’t or wouldn’t. His hips were snapping forward fast and furiously until he gave one last thrust. Requiem’s channel clenched hard around Damion’s cock, taking all he was able to offer.
It was an interesting sensation for Requiem, being able to feel Damion fill him. It made him… happy, content, even with his own hard, near-painful ache. Feeling Damion shudder, hearing him gasp, grunt, and let out a long groan as he released inside of Requiem. Even the tight, certainly bruising grip on his hip made Requiem feel content that his body had given Damion such pleasure. But the grip of Damion’s other hand—the one wrapped around Requiem’s need, still sliding back and forth with the motions of their bodies—was what gave Requiem true pleasure. For the second time in his life, and that night, he came.
This time he couldn’t keep in the quiet scream, his back bowing at a near impossible angle as he spilled onto the bed and Damion’s hand, pleasure ripping through him.
Damion rolled to his side, taking Requiem with him. He reached around with a sweaty arm and hugged Requiem tightly to his chest. “Fuck, that was good. Intense.”
Requiem didn’t have the strength to do anything but fall with him. His lungs were moving rapidly, panting air out between parted lips. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but lie boneless in Damion’s arms. His eyes were heavy lidded, open, but he couldn’t seem to focus on the opposing wall.
Damion let out a long sigh. He sat up a bit and looked at Requiem’s face. “You felt good too?”
A grin split Damion’s face. “Great. Good.” He lay back down.
Once Requiem caught his breath and didn’t feel so much like jelly, he rolled over in Damion’s arms so that he could look into his smiling, peaceful face. Requiem ran his bandaged fingers tentatively over Damion’s tan skin to reach those smiling lips. He concentrated on the smile for a moment, wondering at it. “This makes you happy?”
“Of course. Sex always makes people happy.” Damion held up a finger and quickly added. “Consensual sex, that is.”
Requiem twitched his lips in a brief copy of Damion’s smile, except much smaller and quicker. “It is all right, Damion. I know the difference now. I knew what you meant.” His hand dropped as he looked up at Damion through his bangs. “I suppose my question was not clear enough. I meant does sex with me make you happy? You prefer the female sex, so why participate in it with me? Is the reason that females are not readily available on the Zeus, or is there some other explanation?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I’ve never gone all the way with another guy before, but you… you I just wanted. Let’s say I figured we had to be compatible.”
Quiet for a few moments, Requiem eventually raised his head so that he was looking Damion full in the face and not through his hair. He reached out and stopped, curling his hand in on itself for a moment before he reached out to Damion’s face again. He merely ran his unbandaged fingertips over the smooth skin, wondering.
“May I… may I ask you? Could you please… kiss me again?” Requiem didn’t know why he asked, but he knew he liked it. It made him feel warm, safe, wanted for himself and not as a Core.
“Not a problem. You don’t have to ask. If you want a kiss and we’re alone, just take one.”
Damion pulled Requiem close and pressed his lips against Requiem’s once again. He looked pleased at Requiem’s desire for more.
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