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Go out to the following people for supporting this story, and oh, I feel so bad about updates that I had to drag azz to the computer and wrack my brain for something to type. Here goes. I've done major editing, so check out the reader friendly version. Having an editor really improves your writing skills. I'll give it the glance over once or twice more, but a lot has improved. SOOO

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Immortals can travel in two ways. One is called a doorway. It is essentially a vortex that spans between the worlds. Its many loopholes can take you almost anywhere; excepting the realm of the Creator without invite, and in turn, the realm of the Destroyer without invite. The second more complicated method of travel is The Calling. It is a faster method of travel than the doorway. Only those who bear a mark can call its owner, even though most immortals can hear their name being spoken, especially on Terra. Consequently, only demons use The Calling. Though it can be ignored at will, it is difficult to do so.

--Lutaverticus, Keeper of the Books



Cithru rolled out of bed and strolled to the terrace of his new home. He left the boys sleeping, limbs entwined together, as they slept the sleep of the truly sated. Angel and Alex were fun to toy with, but there was one he wanted, more.

Naked, he threw open the glass doors, and embraced the cool night air. He inhaled deeply, taking in the less than fresh air into his lungs. The city would suit him for a time, but when he had Cam by his side he would travel. No one would take the boy from him, again. He was the only link Cithru had to the human world. It had been a long time since Cithru’s mark had been born by only one human being. The strength of the child intrigued him, stirred something in Cithru much deeper than lust. Respect.

Closing his eyes he reached out for the boy. The connection was thin, the boy now awake, alert, fighting him, under lock and key between the worlds. Cithru snarled. The anger feeding his lust as it always did. He reached down and palmed his heavy cock, stroking his hot flesh rhythmically as he closed his eyes, and let the breeze titillate his skin. He conjured up a picture of Cam in his minds eye.

He was a beautiful boy, worthy of Cithru’s mark. He remembered how Cam had felt under his hands, smooth and hot, yet firm as his pubescent body molded itself into that of a man. His hair had smelled faintly of honeysuckle when Cithru had gotten close enough to suckle the shell of his ear. Full pink lips had parted, beckoned him to taste. And taste he would. He imagined himself nibbling at the youth’s neck, sucking until he drew up a mark: his mark. He’d leave marks of his ownership everywhere.

The thought made his cock pulse, and swell even more. Cithru groaned, reaching down to palm his hairless balls. Like all demons he had no use for body hair, just another thing to burn in the fiercest fires of Hell. Cithru flicked his thumb over his weeping slit, grunting and bucking his hips, as he imagined Cam’s tongue doing the work for him. The youth would look so pretty on his knees, his pink little tongue darting out to catch Cithru’s seed. Would he moan? Whimper? Would those brown eyes shine up at Cithru, dark with his desire? Perhaps he would make the boy stroke off while he sucked him. Perhaps not; force the boy to wait until he rammed his cock into that tight little ass of his.

At the thought, Cithru’s cock offered up its seed to the concrete floor of the terrace. He threw back his head, groaning into the night as he milked his cock of every last drop. Of a sudden, Cithru went still, his mind tugged in another direction. His breath caught. He could see Cam, in a shower, running water sluicing off his slender frame. One hand was braced on the shower wall, the other feverishly pumping his pretty cock, as he panted for air. His eyes were glazed, fevered by his own need and the need that was always a part of Cithru.

A smile crossed Cithru’s face. The boy was so strong, already they were connecting on a level he’d never gotten a chance to with his people.

“Cam,” He whispered, his own cock hardening to painful intervals.
There was no need for an empath anymore. He could reach out and touch if he wanted.

He did.

*****
Cam ate the stew brought to him without really tasting it. It seemed like he’d been in bed forever, and his back ached from lying down. The pretty female who had been sent to guard him was friendly enough, but she didn’t talk much, and her constant gaze was unnerving.

Besides, he had a problem that he didn’t want her to know about, and it was throbbing between his legs. Handing the bowl to her he asked, “Can I have a shower?”

She looked startled by his request, “I suppose so, but I really should ask Aimon.” He knew the rules. She was supposed to guard him at all times.

“I won’t be five minutes.” Beneath the covers his leg bounced impatiently, for some reason he felt like he’d rather snarl at her than negotiate. “Please.”

She studied him a few moments, before giving in with a small nod. “All right, but please make it quick.”

He couldn’t get out of the covers fast enough. He really did want that shower; he’d been in the same clothes for several days now. Apparently Aimon’s protection plan only included the necessity of his survival. As he stumbled to the bathroom on stiff legs he thought about what his brother would say. ‘Damn, Cam, you stink! Where were you raised in a barn?’ He missed Jake, but he was glad he wasn’t with him. Jake took on so much of his burden already. It wasn’t fair that he took on responsibility for Cam’s goof up. He was a grown man now.

My mistake. My responsibility.

He kept this in mind as he closed the door and turned on the shower. Quickly he discarded his clothing, making up his mind to ask Aimon for something else to wear once he was done.

His erection was so fierce it hadn’t gone down, even with his melancholy thoughts of Jake. The traitor bobbed between his legs as he slid back the shower glass and climbed in. He palmed his cock, seeking to still the fierce pounding and insistent ache. The pleasure that shot up from his cock and slammed into his gut, forced a long moan from his throat. His cock literally leapt in his hand, as if begging for him to cum already. “Shit!” He’d never had an erection this rampant before.

Even the tiny pelts from the shower water felt torturous against his skin. His nipples were sensitized too, he realized. He hunched over, splaying one hand on the wall to shield himself from the force of the shower head, preferring it to hit his back.

That’s when the need really slammed into him. “Uh!” His hand slid up his dick, stopping just beneath the weeping head, and stroked back down. He did it again and again, unable to stop the motion. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized the action was not his own but the de…. Cithru!

His eyes glazed over, chest starting to heave as he panted for oxygen. He could feel the force of his orgasm building in his groin, could feel the fierce need to come in his aching sacs.

Just there… one… more… stroke.

“Cam.”

Cam gasped, feeling a larger body align itself with his, pulling him to a standing position. A big hand reached down and palmed his balls, the muscular arms brushing his sides as a thick chest fitted against his back, sending shivers along his sensitized skin. Long hair slid over his shoulders, as the rough fingers pulled gently down on his balls, effectively stopping his orgasm. The limp hand around his cock was brushed away, this too palmed possessively by the demon.

Whimpering, Cam bucked his hips, helpless to do anything else, but drive his cock through the tight clasp of the other’s hand. Scorching lips brushed against his neck, a hot tongue flicking behind his ear. “Mine.” The demon whispered, biting lightly at his neck.

The hard, heated length of Cithru’s erection pressed against his ass on each backstroke, but Cam couldn’t think long enough to be afraid. He mewled, wanting to come so badly it hurt, but Cithru would not let him. A hand came up to toy with his nipple, which should have been impossible with both Cithru’s hands on his cock and balls, but Cam had no room to wonder.

He cried out, head dropping back onto one broad shoulder. A slippery wet tongue, slid over up his neck, soft lips nibbled at his chin, a kiss landed on his mouth. “All you need to do is call me little one. Call me and you can come…” A wet lick was placed on his lower lip. “again…” another slow lick, “..and again… and again.”

The sensitive spot just under Cam’s cock was teased by a thumb. At this point his cock was weeping a continuous stream of pre-ejaculate, but it was quickly washed away by the water. His entire body shook within the demons grasp. His ass clenched, feeling branded by the promise of the huge cock behind him.

A finger swept beneath his balls, adding pressure to his perineum, to stimulate his prostate from the outside.

Cam groaned, squeezing his eyes closed, as a single tear slipped out. Cithru licked it away before the water could steal it. “Say it.”

God its too much!

‘Say it This time the voice was in his head.

Fuck!

****
“You need your rest just as much as the boy. Antigone, the eldest guardian, and unofficial mother of the group, walked beside Aimon as he made his way to Cam’s rooms.”

“I’ve rested enough Antigone.”

Antigone switched tactics, “Men are so stubborn sometimes. If you need help, ask. Adronis would be more than happy to help hunt down this demon.”

At this, Aimon frowned, “You suggest Adronis? He would be just as happy to hunt me down Antigone.”

Adronis was one of the many guardians who believed Aimon had no place with their kind. He expected betrayal from the demon, no that matter that fifteen years had passed since Aimon had first worked for The Ordo.

The older guardian shrugged off his rebuke, “Adronis is one of our most skilled warriors. Can’t you two set down your differences long enough to kill this demon?”

“Go ask him,” And leave me the hell alone lady. Suddenly irritated, Aimon rubbed his thumb over the tattoo on his right palm. It tingled for some strange reason.

“What’s wrong?” Antigone had halted in the hall, and it wasn’t until then that he noticed she was a few steps ahead. He had stopped walking, but when had that happened?”

Aimon!

A familiar voice echoed through his head.

“Sonofabitch!”

“What is it Aimon?”

Aimon’s eyes sparked like kindling took to a match. Flames moved through the black of his eyes like a brush fire.

“Fool!”

Aimon felt the tug in his gut, and he had to answer. Turning toward the wall he called a doorway.

“Where are you going?” Antigone stopped within inches of the swirling vortex.

Aimon held up his glowing palm, and Antigone paled. “Creator bless it!”

The demon’s lips quirked in a parody of a smile, “Let’s hope he hasn’t forgotten me.” He turned, and stepped into the vortex.

****
“Cithru,” the youth gasped. Then Cam screamed, as orgasm hit him in a fiery wave. His seed splattered the wall, cock twitching in spasmodic jerks. His body shuddered until finally he slouched in the arms of Cithru’s solid body.

The demon pressed a smile atop Cam’s golden head. “Good, boy.” Easily lifting the boy into his powerful arms, Cithru was still smiling when he called a doorway.