by Tl Reeve
The interest was reciprocated. He felt the thick length of his lover’s cock pressed to his groin. The lust burning an unrelenting path through Keiji’s body intensified. He captured Taichi’s mouth in a searing kissing, and a rush of relief filled him while guiding him away from prying eyes. He claimed the demon’s mouth, taking as much as Taichi would give him and then some. Keiji’s hands went to the hem of Taichi’s shirt, trying to pull the offending piece of material from his body. Inch by glorious inch of his sun-kissed skin was exposed to Keiji’s gaze. He groaned. The man was magnificent. Not overly muscular, his slender form had been created with power in mind. Small tattoos littered his torso. A koi fish followed the curve of his hip, while he had the symbols for earth, wind, fire and water, in different spots around his torso. Keiji licked his lips as he went to his knees.
“No,” Taichi whispered. “Not enough time.”
“There is always enough time. Don’t worry.” Keiji winked. He released Taichi’s belt then opened his pants and allowed them to fall to the floor. He hummed in approval. His lover’s cock was hard and a drop of precum clung to the slit.
He didn’t hesitate. He took Taichi’s tip into his mouth. The tang accompanied by the hint of musk had him moaning in pleasure. He cupped the demon’s balls and rolled the tight spheres in his palm while sucking and bobbing his head. Taichi whimpered. His body shook as he ran his fingers through Keiji's hair, whispering encouraging words in Japanese. When Keiji swallowed around him, Taichi flexed his hips. “Keiji... Time.” His breath came in soft pants.
Yes. Time. He gave one more suck then retreated from Taichi’s dick. “Later, I’ll be more attentive to your gorgeous cock.”
Keiji turned him to face the sound board. “Take us to the end of the hour commercials, then the syndicate stations wrap up. We’ll have ten minutes.” He pushed his lover towards the booth
“Not enough time.” Taichi tripped and stumbled into the room, removing his pants as he went. With one hand on his cock, stroking himself, he set the programing and clicked the button.
Keiji laughed as Taichi rejoined him. “See, plenty of time.” He pulled a packet of lube out of his pocket and unzipped his pants. Once he pulled his cock out of the opening he stroked it absently while applying the jelly. “Fuck, I’m about ready to blow.”
“You were the one who wanted to suck my dick.” Taichi glanced over his shoulder and smirked. “You could already be fucking me.”
Keiji growled. He squirted a liberal amount of the lube onto his fingers then rubbed some on Taichi’s ass. The hole fluttered before opening to the intrusion of his finger. He sunk the digit deep inside his lover, only to retreat and press forward again with a second finger. He was so fucking tight. “Fuck.” He pulled from Taichi then pressed the tip of his erection against the puckered entrance. “Take me into you. Push back.”
Taichi cried out as he did as Keiji instructed. Keiji couldn’t look away as inch by inch his lover took him. He groaned Taichi’s name and grabbed his hips, directing him. When their bodies were flush, he stayed still. He loved the way his lover gripped his dick. The way the heat seared him. Taichi rolled his hips, silently begging Keiji to move. He obliged. His thrusts were frenzied. He hadn’t expected it to be like this. He meant to tease his lover. However, when Taichi squeezed him hard, he lost all sense of control.
He didn’t fuck. He rutted. Harsh, guttural sounds built in his chest. He literally released the beast within him, fucking his lover in hard demanding thrusts. Keiji bent over Taichi and placed kisses along the back of his neck and shoulders. He wrapped his arm around his lover’s middle and took his dick into his hand. It was slick with precum, and a thrill shot through him. He liked it when Taichi lost control. The demon was always so put together. To see him lose the polished veneer he used for everyone else gave Keiji a sense of triumph. No one but him saw this, and if the kiss he shared with Natasha had been any indication, he couldn’t wait to show her as well.
“Keiji,” Taichi sobbed. “So close.”
He’d been too. The idea of Natasha joining them, or at the very least watching them, turned him on. His hips stuttered, and he grunted. “Cum for me. I want your load.”
Taichi gasped. “Shit.” His cock twitched in Keiji’s palm before giving a heavy pulse. In the next second his lover went wild, fucking Keiji as he came.
The fire building in Keiji’s gut turned into an inferno as his back tingled with his impending release. He groaned low pressing his forehead to Taichi’s spine. He thrust one last time and unloaded in Taichi’s ass. His orgasm stole his breath while he clung to the demon. Each burst of his release pulled a moan from him. He rode the thin line of pleasure and pain, enjoying the sensation consuming him.
Then he laughed.
“Eight minutes and thirty seconds. I could have sucked your dick a little longer.” Keiji didn’t want to pull from Taichi just yet, so he eased into the chair beside him, bringing Taichi with him. “Thank you.” He nuzzled his lover’s neck. “I didn’t realize I’d been so worked up.”
Taichi sagged in his arms and gave a content sigh. “Who is she really?”
*
They dressed in silence while Keiji tried to gather his wits. He’d just fucked his lover’s brains out and yes, he owed Taichi an explanation. After Taichi reset the music, they cleaned up then stopped by the coffee pot to get a fresh cup of brew. Taichi glanced at him expectantly and Keiji rubbed the back of his neck. He’d put off answering him long enough. “Her name is Natasha Nemescu.”
Taichi took a step back. “Holy shit, a Nemescu?”
“Yeah, tell me about it. But, she swears she’s human. Not an ounce of vampire or royalty in her.” He went over to the basket where she’d left her application before class. “Here. This is her application.”
Taichi looked it over. “How is this possible?”
“I’m not sure. I meant to come back here and meet with you and Maël—”
“You got caught up in the moment?” His tone had been teasing as his lips twitched.
“You’d understand if you met her. It’s crazy.” Keiji ran his fingers through his hair. “She came in while I was on duty with Reid and asked for a job. She’s got no experience.”
“Who’s got no experience? I’m not training a noob.” Maël rested his hip against the table where they placed all the event flyers. His nostril’s flared as though he scented the musk of Keiji and Taichi’s lovemaking in the room, yet he didn’t say anything. He knew and accepted their relationship. “Bad enough I had to find out about vampire royalty being here, but I can’t find their detail yet.”
Taichi laughed as he headed back for the booth. “Good luck, shujin.”
Keiji clenched his jaw. The little asshole liked to goad him. Whenever Taichi went to his knees in front of Keiji, he called him master. No matter how many times he told the itami ketsu not to, he still did it. He rolled his shoulders. “That’s because she doesn’t believe she’s royalty.”
“What?” Maël stood a little taller. “How is that possible?”
“She believes she’s human,” Keiji answered. “She’s convinced there is nothing special about her. She said she was raised in Blue Creek with her grandparents and two brothers. It’s more though. When she walked into Williams Tower, she freaked out at the presence of shadow demons.”
Maël dumped himself into the chair near where Keiji stood. “What’s her name?”
“Natasha Nemescu.” He handed Maël the application she filled out.
“Fuck.” Maël scrubbed his face with his free hand. “She is the lost heir to Dimitri Nemescu.” Keiji began to pace as Maël read over her information. “A little over twenty years ago, Dimitri returned to Romania a bit out of his mind. He kept saying she was gone and they were all gone. When asked to elaborate what he meant by she, and they but he kept repeating the name Natasha. Several of the guards, including my father, believed he’d found his betrothed and she’d somehow disappeared, maybe died. However that wasn’t
the case, Natasha turned out to be his daughter. Her mother and older brothers disappeared.” He shrugged. “Soon afterwards, Dimitri died—met the sun. His brother Yevgeni took over the Nemescu empire. The one order, besides guarding those who need us, has always been to find her. I thought it was just a story. A folklore, because nothing ever came of it.”
“Well, she’s very much real and attending school here along with her brothers. Question is, what are you going to do about it?”
“We should have her come in and interview,” Maël said. “Maybe if I can see her, I can figure out if she’s really the heir or just an unfortunate victim of having the same last name.”
Keiji nodded. “I agree. I’ll get it all set up, then you can get a feel for her.”
Maël handed him the paper back. “Sounds good. I’m out. I have a late one with Simaco.”
He fist bumped the vampire as he passed by, then made his way over to the booth. Taichi was going to pay for calling him master in front of Maël…
****
Natasha couldn’t believe the text she received from Keiji early the next morning. She’d been sure he wouldn’t even consider her as a candidate for the position since she had no experience in field. Yet, as she sat at the table eating a late breakfast, she read his message again.
Be at the station at five. ~K
The timing was perfect. She could go straight to her English Lit class from the radio station. She had two classes that night and thankfully, she didn’t have to go back to Williams Tower until Wednesday. She couldn’t put her finger on what scared the piss out of her about the building, but it had been as though the whole area had eyes. She’d meant to ask Keiji when he dropped her off what the deal was, but instead found herself playing tonsil hockey with a demon. Natasha snorted. If her grandmother found out what she’d been doing, she’d have a conniption fit.
Some things grandmother doesn’t need to find out about.
She supposed she should thank Shelly when she saw the girl. She probably saved Natasha the embarrassment of jumping Keiji in the full view of every house on Greek Row. No one deserved that punishment. She shook her head as she took the last bite of her yogurt, then opened her laptop. When she returned home after the eerie experience outside the tower, she decided to send a note to admissions. She shouldn’t let the people, or the class times bother her as much as it did, but something about the way people said Nemescu around her, made her twitchy. A reply greeted her when she opened her email. The letter had been friendly bordering on formal.
Miss Nemescu,
The class schedule assigned to you fits the core requirements for your degree program. Please refer to the handbook for a full explanation of pre-requisite classes. If you have any more questions, we are here to help you. Welcome to TSU. We hope you have a wonderful year.
Miss Abigail Turnoff
Natasha stared at the screen. The woman—Abigail hadn’t answered her specific question. Instead, told her to read the handbook that didn’t have any answers either. What the hell? None of it made sense to her. She shut the lid of her computer and stood. She supposed she couldn’t dwell on it. But, still. Why was everyone so insistent about keeping her in the night classes? Shouldn’t they be more accommodating? Shouldn’t you? Natasha frowned. Next semester she’d address the issues a little more forcefully. If she had to, she’d have her grandfather come down and help her straighten it out. Yes, because your grandfather should fight your battles for you. Ugh.
“Morning,” Nico said entering the kitchen. “You look lost.”
After stepping inside the house last night, she found most of the Co-Ed members in the living room watching some rom-com. She took the seat offered to her and spent a good portion of the movie getting to know everyone around her. It would seem Nico and Hayden had quite a history. Hayden had known Nico was her mate since the age of fourteen and he fucked it all up because of their age difference and family circumstances. It took four more years for them to fix the situation and move forward.
“Stumped more like it.” She sighed.
“What’s wrong?” Nico sat at the table after turning the coffee pot on. “Maybe I can help.”
“I’m not sure anyone can to be honest. I sent in a request to find out why I have all night classes. Instead of a straight answer, I received a cryptic answer.” Natasha opened her computer, so Nico could see the email.
“Weird. You’re right. This isn’t normal.” He scrubbed his chin with the back of his fingers as he read over the email again. “And you didn’t sign up for the classes at night on your own?”
“No, I wanted all day classes. I mean, I don’t mind. I figured a ton of new students and all, but isn’t it weird on some level?” She noticed the differences the minute she stepped outside last night. While the shifters and humans were coming back from their classes, the unseelie fae, demons and vampires were going to class. She’d been the only human to follow them.
“Really weird. I can do some digging if you want?” He glanced up at her. “It wouldn’t be a problem.”
Natasha bit the corner of her lip. “No. I’m probably making a bigger deal of this than I have to. I’m sure of it.” She picked up her computer. “Anyway, I have to get ready for an interview for a job I’m not even qualified for.”
He gave her a surprised look. “What?”
She shook her head. “Never mind. Have a good day.” With a wave she headed up the stairs to her room to do a little light reading before getting ready to go. Just because she felt out of place didn’t mean she didn’t have to do the homework.
****
Natasha arrived at the radio station with only a few minutes to spare. While she’d been reading Plato’s Five Dialogues, Shelly made an appearance. The girl apologized profusely for interrupting her the night before, and Natasha had shrugged it off. There’d been no way of knowing what she’d been doing outside. Besides, she liked the quirky girl. Shelly had an infectious way about her. She always seemed so happy, albeit a little weird. It added to her charm and eclectic style. Before she left, Natasha agreed to hang out with Shelly over the weekend.
“You made it,” Keiji announced, drawing Natasha out of her thoughts.
“Yeah, you surprised me.” She tingled from head to toe as her body remembered the night before. In fact, the buzz of energy racing through her grew stronger as the hours ticked closer to interview. She believed, at the time, it’d been due to her nervousness, however now she wondered if it was something more. She couldn’t put her finger on it, nor did she know if there was a name for it. Yet, it wriggled around inside of her, making her feel funny. She squeezed her hands into tight fists so not to do something stupid.
“Good,” he said. “Taichi and Maël will be here in a moment. They’re going to sit in on the interview if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind.” She hadn’t expected it to be so formal but understood.
“Great.” He glanced up when the door opened once more. “Right on time.”
Natasha turned. Her heart lodged in her throat. Both men were…intimidatingly good looking. She didn’t know where to start. The one on the left stood about two inches shorter than the guy on the right. He had almond-shaped brown eyes and unlike Keiji, violet flecks rimmed his brown eyes. There was a superior confidence to the smirk tugging at the corner of his tempting mouth. He wore a white button-down shirt that had the top three buttons undone, drawing her gaze to his tanned flesh and ribbed tank underneath. Like Keiji he had tattoos along his neck that dipped below the collar of his shirt. His jeans hung low on his narrowed hips, drawing her attention to his groin. He wasn’t her type normally, but both he and Keiji were delicious.
Hussy.
The other man crossed his tattooed arms over his broad chest and narrowed his blue eyes at her. What the hell, did everyone have tattoos except her? She opened her mouth to ask, when his gaze turned downright deadly.
He’d been built to kill, she could tell just by staring at him. The guy outweighed the
man next to him by a good twenty pounds if not more, and if the way his biceps twitched while adjusting his stance, was a tad bit muscular too. He rocked the buzz cut, which gave her a better view of the tattoos on his neck. He reminded her of one of those Eastern European warriors. If she had to guess his heritage, she’d say Slovenian or something along those lines.
“Natasha Nemescu meet Taichi Goto and Maël Darius.” Keiji placed his hand on her shoulder. “Let’s sit down. We can discuss the job and answer any questions you might have about the position.”
She nodded. “O-okay. Lead the way.”
Four
“So, you’ll take the job?” Keiji hedged, glancing up at her.
“Wait, what?” Natasha had no business working for the radio station. Applying had been a whim for her. Something she thought would be cool to try out, but not something she expected would happen because of her lack of knowledge. “Are you serious?” She tried desperately to concentrate on everything they told her, but even then, most of the information went right over her head. They really did deserve someone experienced.
Taichi laughed. “You’re adorable.”
Her cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry. I’m surprised is all. I guess I didn’t think we’d be having this conversation.” Natasha rubbed her hands against her thighs. Sitting there with all three men had its challenges. The men stared at her with such attentiveness. Maël smiled when he should, while Taichi gave an encouraging word or three when she needed them most.
“If you’re not sure about it, it’s okay. We understand. It is a bit overwhelming,” Maël said.
“Uh, well...”
Keiji shot Maël a look. “Give her a minute.”
“What? Wouldn’t you rather her be sure she wants the job instead of looking for someone else by next semester?” Maël leaned toward her. “It’s not that we wouldn’t enjoy having you here, but we also have to be practical.”