Body Parts

by Adrianna Dane

  Sitting this close to him was going to kill Athan, but he stretched out beside him. Bell grabbed one of his arms and dragged it around his shoulders. “That’s better.” He was almost the same height as Athan and he stared into his eyes, man to man. “I’ve been waiting for this a long time. You’re gorgeous and watching you every day is starting to wear on me.” Their lips were barely inches apart. Suddenly, he whirled around and rose up on his knees, the sheet that had been covering him falling away to reveal a perfect body.

  Bell reached for Athan’s arms and drew them above his head, bracketing them to the headboard.

  “You shouldn’t ‑‑”

  And then they were no longer separated as Bell intertwined his fingers with Athan’s and pressed their lips together. It was a deep, hungry kiss of longing, of need, of understanding. Bell lifted his head and looked deep into Athan’s eyes, and Athan saw things there ‑‑ half-formed memories, full-blown desire, and raging, primitive need.

  “You’ve taken care of me all these months.” Bell released Athan’s hands and dipped forward to shove back the opening of Athan’s shirt, leaning down to suckle at a beaded nipple. His mouth roved over Athan’s exposed chest, his tongue dipping into the valleys and peaks, driving Athan crazy.

  “Let me take care of you for once.” The words vibrated against his pecs, then he felt Bell’s teeth tug, his mouth suck, and his quick tongue explore the broad landscape of muscle that was bared for his attention.

  Athan leaned his head back against the headboard and closed his eyes, trying to gain some self-control. He’d dreamed of this moment so many times over these long months. Substituting the willing bodies offered by the Fall’s Creek residents did not satisfy his desire for Bellamy. “Bell, you’re not ready for this.” He wondered if he was trying to convince Bellamy or himself.

  Bell looked up at him, his eyes dilated and heavy with lust. “You have no idea how fucking ready I am, Athan. This body remembers you and so does this mind. Everything about me wants you in every way there is. I want you. I want to give you what you need.” He leaned up with his mouth close to Athan’s ear. “I want to be your vessel, Athan. Fill me.”

  Athan lost the ability to breath. He knew those words, heard them in his dreams, in his nightmares. He gripped Bell’s head and seared his lips with all the need he had tried to lock away, driving his tongue deep inside, tasting him and consuming him. He was ravenous to have him, to expend in him. And for the first time in his life he was eager to become the vessel Bellamy would require when the time came. There was nothing he wanted more than to make Bell his equal in every way. But was he really ready?

  Bellamy leaned back and lay on the bed, looking up at him. He licked his lips. “Let me suck you, Athan. Right now. I can’t move much because of these goddamned wires you have me hooked up to.” He reached for the opening of Athan’s jeans, unhooked the button, and pulled down the zipper. Slowly, he pushed his pants down, exposing Athan to Bellamy’s hungry gaze. His hand brushed against Athan’s cock and he shuddered with just that small touch. He finally pushed the jeans all the way down over Athan’s hips and then just stared at the bulging head of Athan’s huge, throbbing erection.

  “Dammit, Athan, you’re more gorgeous than I thought.” Reverently, he reached out to stroke the engorged head. Precum oozed from the deeply reddened tip. Athan saw a hungry gleam enter Bell’s expression. He looked up at Athan. Athan studied his face, light and dark shadows, his hair gleaming in the lamplight, his nostrils flared. “You’re hot, Athan, so damned hot. It feels like you have an iron lightning rod trapped beneath your skin. Feed it to me. I’m so hungry for you.” Bellamy lay back against the pillows, waiting, watching.

  Bell’s words had him burning hot enough to melt metal. Careful of the wires, Athan re-arranged himself so that he straddled Bellamy’s head and then slowly he fed the wide tip between his open lips. He enjoyed watching Bellamy’s sensual lips stretch over the head of his prick, his eyes gazing up at Athan. He watched as Bell took him into his perfect mouth, watched the length of his prick disappear slowly inside. He felt Bell’s tongue swirl over the head, suck him deeper, pierce into his slit to taste him, and slide around the circumference beneath the hooded head. He shuddered with sensations.

  He sucked him in, and Athan fed him as he requested, inch by slow inch, receded and fed him more. The glistening length rode in and out of Bell’s mouth, becoming wetter and wetter. Bell’s hands were at Athan’s scrotum, kneading and playing with his balls. Weighing them, fondling between them, beneath them. Athan felt his orgasm building, like an oncoming storm building momentum. It wasn’t just a matter of spending, this was pleasure, pure and simple pleasure, and he wanted it to go on and on.

  “Bellamy,” he growled. “Damn you. I’m going to come.”

  Bell gripped him tighter, sucked him deeper, letting him know he wasn’t going anywhere, and his mouth and tongue drew on him, driving him quickly over the edge. There was no going back and he came inside Bellamy’s heavenly mouth, pulsing spurt after spurt down his throat. The room spun around him, like his heart and soul were sucked completely from his body and into Bellamy’s gorgeous mouth. When it was over, Bell took his time licking him clean, then finally released him.

  Athan tried to catch his breath and dropped beside him onto the bed. It felt like his cock was still pulsing, still spewing with aftershocks. He closed his eyes and tried to gain back some of his self-control, then stiffened when a warm hand grasped him and Bell leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. “Let me show you how really perfect this can all be, Athan.”

  His hand rode his cock, cuddled and cradled his balls. A finger trailed along his crack, then pressed into his sphincter. No one had been inside him like that since Dr. Cornelius, and that was a long time ago. “Let me show you, Athan,” he whispered. Damn, he needed this man.

  “All right,” he finally rasped out, unable to refuse him another moment. Already he felt like he was going to come again. Bell’s finger burrowed deeper inside his hole, retreated and did it again. “All right,” he screamed as he came again, this time in Bell’s hand. “I’ll set it up for tonight. I just hope, for both our sakes, that you’re ready.”

  * * * * *

  Athan prepared the electrophasm machine that night. This was what Bellamy wanted, and Athan felt he had no right to hold him back any longer. Certainly not because of his own fears. When all was ready with the dials reset for Bellamy’s weight and height, Athan powered up the machine in preparation for the transfer and went in to get Bellamy.

  “It’s almost time. Are you certain you’re ready for this?”

  Bell nodded firmly. “I’m more than ready. No more waiting, Athan. How will it work?”

  “You’ll enter the electrophasm unit. Somehow the elixir acts as a protective barrier in your system and as a conductor to the electricity. It will provide you with the food your body needs to survive. I don’t know all the hows and whys to the procedure. I don’t think even the doctors knew, or there would have been more of us.”

  “But you don’t remember creating me?”

  Athan shook his head. “Nothing at all. But I remember Dr. Sheba speaking to me and then something must have happened. I can only surmise what occurred from the bottles that were still out on the table. I’ve tried to remember, but it’s gone. Everything else was cleaned up and you were…well, as you are. I know I must have been the one to complete the procedure, but I don’t know how or what chemicals I introduced into your system.”

  “But this electrophasm should work?”

  “Yes. Without the process, if I hadn’t connected you to the temporary charge during your recovery, you wouldn’t have died, but your higher intelligence would be reduced to your most primitive nature with no societal restrictions.”

  Bellamy looked up at him. “You experienced that, didn’t you? According to Sheba’s journal.”

  “Yes. I haven’t tested the treatment since then. I have learned to be able to tell when I need treatm
ent. It’s one of the reasons I don’t venture far from the estate. I do not wish to harm anyone and there is no one left to stop me if something should occur.”

  “I’m here now. We’ll just have to watch out for each other.”

  Athan smiled. It felt good to have someone with him again whom he could depend on.

  Bell was quiet for a long time. “You would have asked Korrie to stay, wouldn’t you? She would have been your companion.”

  Athan looked into his eyes. He leaned forward in the chair, placing his hands on Bellamy’s shoulders. “Yes, I would have asked her to stay. I would have kept her with me until her death. Just as I did the Ransoms. I loved her. But she is a part of you now and we can’t go back. Does it bother you, knowing how you were created?”

  “I don’t know. I guess sometimes it does. I don’t think I feel like a whole person yet. And I’m not sure about you. Who do you see when you look at me? Who is it you really love?”

  Athan sighed. “I’ve truly loved few people since my creation. I am the only person who knows what you feel, what you are going through. I was created from the body of a prostitute and the mind of a philosopher. Both men, but very different sorts of people. It took time to adjust.”

  “And you’ve created me from the mind of a female doctor and the body of a male murderer. I have a feeling it’s going to cause me more than a few moments of displacement.”

  “Bellamy Andrews is neither. Bellamy, just like me, you will become your own person.”

  “But the sex rules you, doesn’t it? You need it to survive. Is that the prostitute or the intellect? That’s what scares me.”

  “I wondered about that for a long time. I have come to believe it is neither. The treatment is what magnifies the need, partly because of the necessity to expend. And partly because intimacy is a necessary part of all human nature ‑‑ it is simply magnified in us.”

  Athan heard the steady humming of the machine behind him in the other room. “You will find your way, Bell. Trust me. And it won’t be the path of the murderer. Of that, I’m certain. Now, I need to get you unhooked. We must move quickly. The machine is ready. Are you?”

  Bellamy stood. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. I hope you’re right about all this, Athan.”

  He stood quietly as Athan removed each of the wires that connected him to the mobile machine. Athan then led him to the other room, where the electrophasm machine was waiting.

  “It feels strange after all these months of not being able to move freely, like I’ve been attached to a leash. The odd exercises when you let me get up still kept me connected to that damn machine. I’m really looking forward to this.”

  Bellamy approached the machine and studied it.

  “Turn around,” Athan instructed. He positioned Bellamy into the machine with his arms outstretched and the cuffs, chest, and leg locks ready and prepared to close. He pulled down the ring and enclosed Bellamy’s cock inside.

  “This is getting a tad scary, Athan.”

  “Relax.” He attached the electrode patches over his nipples and his heart and two more at his temples.

  “I’m thinking this might be worse than that damned jailer you had me attached to. You’re not leaving, right? In case something goes wrong?”

  Athan finished the adjustments and then looked at Bellamy. “Relax. I won’t leave you. I’ll be right here waiting for you. Nothing will go wrong.” He leaned forward and pressed a passionate kiss to Bellamy’s mouth. “Right here.” Athan reached over and flicked the switch, then quickly stepped away.

  He watched as the machine revved up and the cuffs closed around Bell’s wrists. He saw him stiffen as the juice began to course through his body. His eyes rolled back as rings of lightning surrounded him, lighting up the whole room.

  Athan was awed by what he witnessed. This is what he experienced every time he used the machine. He’d had no idea. He just knew what it felt like to feel all that energy passing through his body. The power he was imbued with.

  The electrical surges continued for a long time ‑‑ long enough that Athan was concerned it wouldn’t shut off automatically. Then he heard it begin to wind down and the arcs of lightning lessened, until finally they ceased completely. But the rings of light surging through Bellamy were strong and bright.

  Athan could tell he was okay as he returned to consciousness. The clamps released. Sluggishly, Bell removed the electrodes and the band around his penis. He stepped off the platform and fell to his knees.

  Athan rushed forward to help him up.

  “No, stay back.” Bell’s head snapped up to pin him beneath his lightning gaze. He shifted and glowed, glimmered brightly, the pupils of his eyes surging with white electricity, and Athan caught his breath at the wild beauty kneeling before him. Every bit of him exuded stunning power.

  He had to wonder how he hadn’t frightened any of his own partners away before he could expend. Now he knew why Dr. Sheba had given him the cape with the hood to wear when he left the grounds.

  Slowly, Bellamy rose from the floor--Atlas rising--and he faced Athan. He tilted his head as he gazed at Athan. “It is more than I expected. So much more. You and I, Athan. We are the only ones.” He took a step in Athan’s direction.

  “Yes.” Athan watched him approach with predatory steps, struck by the grace and masculine power exuding from him. His body was drawn into tight, glowing, magnificent lines.

  “You know what I need.” He took another step, watching Athan as he did so. “You look different to me.”

  Athan nodded. “I know. It is the power you need to expend.”

  “But you are like me, and with you I don’t need to worry about self-control, do I? I can’t hurt you in the same way we might other, more mortal, people.”

  Athan caught his breath. He’d never been able to allow his self-control to slip. He could have killed someone if he had. Just as he had done to Paul.

  Bell rushed Athan just then, powerfully driving him back against the wall, the bottles on the shelves clattering. “I can do exactly what I like to you, can’t I?” He ran a finger down his chest, raising sparks in its path. Athan felt the heat and crackle of every inch of that touch.

  “Yes, Bell. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.” He’d never been in this position before. Yet, he found it more arousing than anything he’d experienced thus far.

  Bellamy grabbed his cock possessively, and Athan thought he was going to die of the pleasure. The shocks surged through his body at the firm, possessive touch.

  “Mine, Athan. You have made me and I am your equal. Do you realize that?”

  “You’re the one I’ve waited for all this time. That part of me that’s been missing ‑‑ the part that I needed.”

  Bellamy grabbed his wrists and clamped them to the wall above his head. Athan had no desire to break the hold, his breathing quickened. Bellamy licked his lips, rimmed them with his tongue, and small shock waves coursed through Athan’s body. It felt like a sparkler trailed all over his flesh as Bellamy rubbed against him. It was invigorating and arousing, better than he could have imagined. Is this what his partners had felt? God, it was amazing.

  Athan’s lips parted. He wanted this more than he could have thought possible. He wanted to be fucked by this man.

  “Into the bedroom,” Bellamy growled, his eyes snapping flames and lust. He yanked Athan away from the wall and shoved him toward the bedroom. When they reached the bed, Bell shoved him down onto his back. “Lubricant.”

  Athan could hardly speak, he was so filled with anticipation. “On the table.” He pointed across the room. “Over there.”

  Bellamy quickly retrieved it and returned to the bed. Uncapping it, he poured some onto his hands and around Athan’s anus. Then he thrust two fingers inside, stretching and preparing his puckered orifice to be penetrated.

  “Have you let any of your lovers fuck you, Athan? In all of these years. Did you let Paul?”

  “No,” he gasped and arched. “None of them. Excep
t Dr. Cornelius. Only him.”

  Bellamy added a third finger, and Athan groaned at the penetration and the electrical shocks that surged through him.

  “You’re practically a virgin then, aren’t you?”

  All he could do was undulate with the pleasure and arch up, begging for more. The fingers left him and Athan felt the tip of Bell’s thick erection at his entrance. He shoved in and Athan felt like he was being split apart. It was as though he was being possessed by the wrath of Mother Nature ‑‑ wild and beautiful, frightening and primal.

  And he wanted more. He needed him deeper.

  Harder.

  Faster.

  “Fuck me,” he screamed. Bell grabbed his stiff nipples and twisted as he drove into him. Athan hissed at the pleasure-pain of sensations that shot through him.

  Bellamy was so right. There was no need for self-control between them. He could give and take with total abandon. Without fear. Because this was his mate ‑‑ the other part of himself that he’d waited an eternity for. There would be no secrets, no fear between them. They would depend on each other to survive. They would love each other without restraint or fear.

  Bell’s thick cock hammered him over and over until finally he buried himself completely, his seed spilling deep into Athan’s core, reaching the heart of him. Touching that spot that no other lover could reach.

  I am your vessel. Fill me.

  Wave after wave of electrical energy surged through him, pouring into him, expanding inside him. Passing magnetic power between two sources that thrived together. Souls united in body. Parts melded together ‑‑ welded as one.

  “Yes, Bell, yes.”

  Bellamy didn’t stop. He possessed Athan over and over again, expending inside him, filling him to overflowing each time. Driving him higher and higher with each orgasm that took him to the stars and beyond. Taking control of him in ways he could never have imagined, never have thought possible.

  This was how it was meant to be, the pieces that fit so perfectly. His mate. For eternity.