Body Parts

by Adrianna Dane

  Half an hour after Edward left, Athan walked into the library.

  “A visitor?”

  “Yes. From the institute.” He paced back and forth before the window trying to decide how to approach these difficulties. He turned back to Athan and studied him for a long time. He could use him to thwart Korrie. Whatever she had in mind, he would make sure she didn’t succeed.

  “Is something wrong?” Athan asked as he moved further into the room.

  Paul had been here for a month and during that time he’d grown accustomed to this big, mysterious man. He’d become addicted to the sex. Maybe he needed some distance to regain his perspective. Becoming emotionally attached to any of the men or women he fucked was not in his best interests. He’d learned that lesson a long time ago. His mother had been a great teacher.

  People were meant to be used to get ahead and make life more comfortable. Use ‘em and lose ‘em was the motto he lived by, what his mother had taught him very well. But Athan was almost a creature of another world and his fucking was stupendous. Paul had never really thought of himself as gay, but with this man… Mmm, it was hard to think of being with anyone else, let alone a woman. He already felt the desire jolting through him, and they’d just fucked that morning.

  He turned away before he forgot what he had to say to him. They would fuck after, and he’d be certain Athan didn’t forget him.

  “I have to return to the city. That’s why Edward was here ‑‑ to relay the message.” He slid his glance toward Athan. The man never gave anything away. Maybe that was part of the mystique Paul found so attractive. He was an intriguing challenge.

  “When do you need to leave?”

  Now was the time to turn on the charm. He walked across the room. Reaching up, he stroked the firm jaw of his lover. “Tonight. They want me back there tomorrow at the latest.”

  “Why so soon?”

  Paul shrugged. “Just a few things that need to be attended to and they need my direction to sort it out. Nothing major.” He leaned up and kissed Athan, who returned it with full force. Athan’s firm hands cupped Paul’s head, deepening the kiss. Paul sighed. “I’ll miss you, Athan.”

  “I will miss you as well, Paul.” He started to unbutton Paul’s shirt, revealing his hard chest. “You have a wonderful body; I have enjoyed you.”

  Paul was fast losing his perspective in the need to feel Athan’s cock splitting his ass. There were times when just looking at the man made him want to come. And there was that scent that was uniquely his. It was something he’d never noticed before about the people he was attracted to, but apparently Athan gave off some very potent sexual pheromone that made Paul so hot he couldn’t think straight. Another thing about him that Paul…enjoyed. If the Ransoms hadn’t been dead for such a long time, and Athan so young, he might have thought they had done some of their experimentation on him.

  He hated using the four-letter word l-o-v-e. It made him want to throw up to even use it inside his head without uttering it aloud. Yet, he found himself wanting to use it with Athan, and if he were honest, that scared him. It really was time for him to get some distance.

  Athan sucked at his nipple as he unzipped Paul’s pants, reaching inside for his cock. Paul’s dick throbbed, hot and bursting. God, he was more than ready for him. He dropped his head back, enjoying the feel of Athan’s mouth and tongue on his chest.

  “They’re sending someone else out.”

  Athan stilled, darting a quick glance upward. “Someone else?”

  “Yes, a female scientist. And I’m worried about you.”

  Athan dragged Paul toward the couch and pushed him down onto it. He then proceeded to release his stiffened shaft from his blue jeans. “How so?”

  Paul shoved his own pants and underwear down his legs and toed off his shoes. “She uses people, Athan. Be careful of her. She’ll double-cross a person without a second thought.” He licked his lips as he watched Athan undress. “God, you’re gorgeous. I’m going to miss this.”

  Athan dropped over him, rubbing his cock against Paul’s, and Paul moaned, spreading his thighs and wrapping his legs around Athan’s tightly muscled ass. He was just so perfect. No man should be this perfect.

  Athan ground against him. “I can take care of myself, Paul. I will miss your companionship. Who will I play chess with?”

  Paul wound his fingers into Athan’s thick, dark locks and drew his head down. “Who will you fuck?” he growled as he pressed his lips to Athan’s, their bodies melding together. Dammit, he knew Athan’s libido and his attraction. It wouldn’t take long before Korrie was in his bed. He knew, from his first days here, that Athan couldn’t have cared less which sex he was ‑‑ he fucked them both. He’d found him humping more than one female in the garden during that first week. But Paul had been determined to seduce him and find out everything he knew about the estate.

  Somewhere along the line he’d lost his objectivity and the sex had become more important than the information. For the first time in his life, the sex had been more important than the manipulation he usually achieved with fucking.

  “Suck me, Athan. I want to feel your mouth on me. And I want to go down on you.”

  Athan hesitated for an instant and then maneuvered around until his thick prick hung over Paul’s face. Paul sucked in air as his own cock was swallowed into Athan’s hot, wet mouth. He licked his lips, eager to do the same for Athan. Damn, but he was going to miss this.

  He pulled him deeply into his mouth, swirled his tongue over the broad tip, across the top, and dipped into his slit. He felt Athan shudder and mimic his actions with his own tongue, and Paul bucked his hips. At this rate, it wasn’t going to take long before they both came. It was one of the things he loved best about fucking a man. It was so hot when they came together like this, each swallowing the other’s cum as they exploded in unison. With Athan, he knew it would be fantastic.

  He felt close, damn close. The tip of his cock pressed against Athan’s throat. But unlike Paul, who had never been able to devour a prick so completely, Athan’s throat had a way of opening perfectly to effect full penetration. The feeling was amazing. It was like a flower bud opening and then closing around him, locking him in, and he knew no one would ever do that for him again.

  He savored this moment, tried to hold back his orgasm, but it was just too much, too fucking beautiful a feeling, and he shot his wad fast and hard. Athan’s cum wasn’t far behind, and Paul swallowed for all he was worth. He’d never tasted anything quite so unique. Athan’s cum had a zing to it that sent jolts of electricity slicing through him. Releasing his wet length, Paul gasped at the sparks that seemed shoot through it. Dropping back onto the cushions, he tried to catch his breath.

  That was fucking fantastic.

  When it was over, Athan rose from the sofa and pulled him up.

  Paul hurried to accommodate him, wrapping his arms around Athan’s shoulders, sucking at his neck. “That was awesome.” He rained kisses all along his neck, down his chest, and back up to pull a nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily. He didn’t want to let him go. He looked down and saw that Athan, as usual, was still hard as rock.

  “There’s lube in the drawer of the coffee table. I brought it with me when I came down this morning. Get it,” he whispered as he licked at Athan’s ear.

  Athan swung away and reached down to grab the tube. He twisted off the cap and then turned back to Paul. “How do you want it, Paul?”

  “Deep, man, as deep as you can get it. It’s going to have to last me a long time.”

  Athan pushed him down onto the floor, grabbed a pillow, and shoved it under his hips. He folded his legs up and onto his chest.

  Paul felt the cold opening of the tube at his hole as Athan squirted the squishy lube inside. Then the tube was gone and it was Athan’s slick fingers preparing him. They’d just fucked that morning, so he was already opened for penetration.

  Of course, the number of times they fucked in any given day made Paul more than re
ady to be penetrated by this man at any time. If he had anything to say about it, they were going to screw each other’s brains out all afternoon. And he was going to be certain this lover remained his long after he was gone.

  Oh yeah this was going to be phenomenal. And damned memorable.

  Chapter Four

  Korrie pulled the photographs of the journal out one at a time, excitement making her hands shake as she thought about the trip she would be taking the next day. It was like a dream come true. Finally she would have the opportunity to locate the original journal and to look for the rest of the Ransom papers. There was no telling what else she would discover once she was actually at the estate.

  The whistling wind rose outside and the windows rattled as she sipped at her bourbon and began reading, once again immersing herself in Sheba Ransom’s life.

  April 10, 1940

  Journal of Sheba Ransom

  Cornelius and I have accomplished the impossible and we are both delighted by the results. Cornelius wishes to make a few refinements, but all in all I am confident we have created perfection in human form, something never before achieved.

  Currently, we are in the middle of testing his cognitive abilities, which so far are adequate and to be expected at this stage of the experiment. I am eager for him to be fully healed. He has exhibited some memories of our dear friend, Bardo, whose body this beautiful brain previously inhabited.

  I miss Bardo. Poor man, whose body was infected, but his brain was as sharp at the day he died as when he lived. A poet and a philosopher, he eagerly listened to us as we discussed our plans, offering his assistance in any way possible, even going so far as to sign a declaration witnessed by his attorney, giving us the rights to his body after his death. He had such a beautiful spirit and I am hopeful a portion of his light will shine in our perfect Athan.

  The energy infused by Bardo’s brain appears to have integrated perfectly with the needs of this body. Surprisingly, there has been no evidence of rejection of body parts at this stage. I surmise the electrophasm process has much to do with this. And the chemical properties infused just after surgery. We have discovered that infusion is enhanced through other means as well. Although he does not seem to realize it, he is like a sponge and soaks up our mystical energy, particularly when we are in the act of making love. The air simply crackles with electricity.

  When it is complete, he exhibits increased alertness. It has inspired us to have sex more frequently than ever before, and I am delighted by this turn of events. I might add that it does offer some added eroticism to know that he watches us.

  Cornelius has taught him to play chess and he is a worthy adversary. Currently his physical activity is limited because we don’t wish to overtax him, not just yet. As Cornelius says, we must take things slowly. He is already eager to begin a new project. And then it is up to me to wield caution.

  We are terribly excited and encouraged by our success up to this point.

  We have minutely studied Athan’s responses to several stimuli from his two previous lives, but there is little recognition of personal items. He does seem to have a sense of feelings, but no solid connection. Which is just as well.

  I have prepared several mixtures to help accelerate the healing process of Athan’s incisions. They seem to be working quite satisfactorily.

  Each day it gets harder and harder as I try to remain objective in my assessments. Athan is developing an endearing, rather magnetic personality, quite beyond human at times, intensely attractive. I must admit that it has now moved beyond mere experimentation and research. I think Cornelius has recognized my attraction to Athan as well.

  As from the beginning, I am oddly drawn to our perfect creature and am eager to include him in our love sessions. I have seen his alert attentions and feel he would make a forceful and demanding lover. Cornelius means to alter certain chemistry compositions in his makeup to enhance his pleasure…and our own. But that must wait for a time. Or at least I had thought so until last night.

  All I can say at this time is that I believe we are both infused with new life as we watch our miracle become more human each day with his own unique personality, combining those parts of the men who were separate before. I am inspired.

  Last night he showed the first signs of independence and we were both so very pleased. It happened when we retired to our room. Athan is in all respects a part of us now and shares all of our intimacies. Well, almost all.

  Athan is as much ruled by the passions of his body’s memories as by his philosopher’s root of energy ‑‑ his brain. Cornelius was in rare rutting form last night. Athan took his usual chair, his cock was already hard; on previous occasions it had taken some time for him to realize a full erection. But not last night. It may be a sign that he is healing as he should.

  Cornelius brushed a tender kiss across my lips, and a hand stroked my hair as his other hand possessively cupped my breast. “I want you helpless tonight, totally at my mercy,” he rasped against my ear. I shuddered at the deliciousness of his words. Was it the result from our earlier disagreement and he now meant to wrest control? Under these circumstances, I have no problem releasing my body into his control. I trust him implicitly.

  He turned away. “Athan, I will need your help. Come to me.”

  I watched Athan rise from his chair and approach the bed, my breath already held captive inside my chest. Bondage is something we have experimented with before on several occasions, but I knew tonight would be different.

  Athan usually does not actively participate in our sexual congress. My husband did not inform me ahead of time that he planned this turn of events. But he also knows me well enough to understand that I would find that exciting as well. Obviously, his plan for the evening included testing Athan’s understanding of the mechanics of sex in a more assertive fashion.

  “Athan, remove your robe,” my husband instructed him. Athan immediately did as he was told and again I marveled at what a wonderful body he had as the robe dropped to the floor. I wanted to reach out to stroke his warm flesh.

  My husband turned a firm eye on me. “Not yet,” he said, as though he knew exactly what was in my mind. “Athan,” he said, “pick up your belt and blindfold Sheba with it.” I shivered at the implications as the room went dark. I must say, Athan was quite expert at it and I was able to see nothing, yet the knot was not uncomfortable. Now the only way I would have to identify each of these lovers was through scent and touch and sound. Those senses immediately vaulted to the forefront as I listened intently for what might come next.

  “Touch her. I want you to arouse her and then tie her spread eagle to the bed.”

  I felt his hands upon my body, the touch intensified by my lack of sight. And that was when I realized my beautiful creature had magical hands. Every place he stroked me seemed to come alive, begging for more. Over and over his hands discovered the texture of my skin, of the hidden, sensitive crevices that aroused the wild nature imprisoned inside me.

  “Athan.” I couldn’t help the cry that broke from my need as I arched up, pleading for the chance to enfold him into my body. By the time he was done, I was moaning and crying out for attention, my cunt ripe with my juices flowing steadily.

  “Bind her,” I heard my husband’s disembodied voice demand.

  Athan lifted me onto the bed, spreading me wide as he bound me to the four corners where I was unable to move, his earthy scent filling my senses. I didn’t want to be bound, I wanted to be fucked, and I fought against confinement, reaching for him. But again, he was expert in his task.

  From that point on, I don’t know who sucked my stiff little clitoris into his mouth, but my orgasm was simply explosive, and though I know the feel of my husband’s cock under any normal circumstance, at that moment I couldn’t have said who fucked my pussy. It could have been both of them because it went on long into the night.

  By the time they had finished with me and Athan untied my arms and legs, my spirit was flying above the bed looking do
wn upon the three of us, hardly understanding that the sated woman was myself. It was an utterly amazing experience.

  When the blindfold was finally removed and I came back into my physical form, I looked at Athan and saw the blush of life spread over his body. I could feel the essence of the man blazing through every corner of the room. The sexual energy in the room met and converged, feeding his need with a healthy glow of lust. He took the initiative to massage my arms and legs and helped me into my night garment, then tucked me beneath the blanket as Cornelius stood back and watched.

  I happened to look down and noticed that Athan still sported a terribly stiff erection. After the amazingly wonderful experience I had just had, I couldn’t leave him that way as I was certain it must be painful.

  “He needs relief,” I said to Cornelius, who stood watching our interaction. Then I turned back to Athan and rose to my knees, allowing the covers to fall away. Lifting my arms, I quickly removed the nightgown.

  “Let me suck you.” I reached for his stunning equipment.

  He looked first to Cornelius as if seeking permission. My husband nodded.

  I slipped from the bed and knelt before this perfectly lovely specimen of manhood and slowly began to worship his stiff prick. It was then I knew it was he who fucked me. Or at least, he had also fucked me. I could taste myself on his cock, I could taste his exotic flavor and took my time showing him exactly how much I cherished the moment.

  He has a fine, worthy cock and I found myself wondering how many women had enjoyed its immense length and breadth. It rose tall to his belly, a proud instrument, the tip flared handsomely gleaming with the sheen of precum along the slit, and I licked at it slowly, savoring the taste of him, so different from that of my husband.