by Mandy Rosko
This got Cedric to thinking. “You don’t regret it, do you?”
Silus’s eyes became curious as the process toward coitus ceased. “Regret—us? No, never.” He found the strength to sit himself up against the mound of pillows behind him. It leveled their eyes and allowed him to smooth his hands up and down Cedric’s shoulders and neck. “Wherefore would you ask such a thing?”
“I love the way you talk. All you need is an English accent.”
“And you are stalling.”
Cedric clenched his teeth, half wishing he hadn’t said anything as Silus’s hard eyes scrutinized him. “You just left your family behind. They think you’re dead. I don’t want you to turn around one day and hate me for taking them from you.”
“Would you, in turn, hate me for taking your family from you?”
A bitter taste instantly formed in Cedric’s mouth. “No. They tried to marry me off to my cousin and then disowned me. Twice. Whether it was because of this,” he said as he waved his hand between them, “or not, I’m really glad to be free of them.”
His words were completely true, too. Every fiber of his being, every sense he had of himself felt lighter, happier, to be out of that mansion where he had lived.
The world was his oyster, and he could do whatever he wanted. He could even make a little adventure of finding out exactly what that was, and he had a partner—a mate—along for the ride with him.
“That little doctor you killed…”
Cedric’s face heated, but when no reproach came, he relaxed and Silus continued.
“Though the bleeding was his recommendation, it could only have been on my father’s orders that he left me to die.”
Cedric hissed. That childlike vampire with the spectacles had said something about how Silus couldn’t be saved, but he thought that meant they were going to lock Silus up in the vampire equivalent of a mental hospital or something. Someplace where Cedric would be able to reach his lover eventually, rescuing him.
“That bleeding human under your bed—”
“I offered to turn him into one of my kind if he released me. He complied. Without him, I would surely be dead.”
Cedric’s breath left him in a heavy rush. “I hope he survived the attack on your house.”
Silus nodded. “As do I. But, knowing this, would you have any doubts toward my decision to be with you?”
Cedric shook his head. Definitely not now.
Silus pulled him down so their mouths met. Because his face and lips were still slightly burned, Cedric was gentle with him, but he could not wait for his lover’s health to improve further so he could consume that mouth the way he wanted.
Cock pulsing, hot and twitching, Cedric thrust against him, rubbing their dicks together. Cedric braced his hands on the pillows on either side of Silus’s head. “To being dead to the world,” he said in a mock toast.
Silus appeared to be fighting to keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. “Indeed. Cheers. Now kindly fuck me, my little sprite.”
“You remember that I’m taller than you, right?”
THE END
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Mandy Rosko lives and works in Ottawa, Ontario, is a romance junkie, a lousy web designer, and is working hard to improve the craft of creating an actual plot. She one day hopes to stop mooching off her big brother for cheap rent.
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