Larger than Fiction

Chapter 1

Adreyn had to grab onto the nearest object to keep from tumbling over. His body wracked almost painfully with laughter that soon turned into excessive coughing. He took a seat back down on the ground so he could be safely grounded and took big breaths to calm himself, completely forgetting the other man across the room as he laughed softly every now and then at the bizarre thought that had just flown through his head.

“This is retarded. I’m retarded. I probably took some sleeping pills, it had some bad effects and I’m going to wake up soon enough with a killer headache and realize this was all some bad dream.” Adreyn decided, snorting loudly. “Character out of my book…what will I come up with next!”

He began to laugh again, but it was abruptly cut off as he felt large arms scoop him around the waist, heft him up into large arms and buried him against a chest too hard to be flesh and bone…possibly marble…even staring with widened eyes up at the giant who had just grabbed him as if he were a mere child, he couldn’t help placing his palms against the hot skin pressing against him. A wild heartbeat pounded behind his palm and he gulped softly as those eerie green eyes bore down on him, annoyance clearly written across the other man’s face.

He opened his mouth and a deep, rough sound came from deep within his throat. Ares drew his eyebrows close in together, not quite pleased with this newfound limitation he’d discovered and tried again, the voice louder and more strangled but words didn’t leave his mouth. He growled angrily and Adreyn had to press his lips together to keep from smiling. A small chuckle escaped his mouth and when Ares glared down at him, he tried to muster the best innocent face he could.

Ares studied his face, head tilted ever so slightly to the side and moved his eyes across his hair, down to settle into his eyes for what seemed like an eternity, then brushed over his cheeks, his ears, his nose, as if jotting each and every single pore down into memory and Adreyn began to get that growing uneasiness again.

When it fell on his mouth, he was far from uneasy and very anxious. He held his breath, suddenly conscious about their proximity and then all he could see was the other man’s lips. They were thin and firm, perpetually formed in a frown. They weren’t kissable lips, weren’t soft and gentle—in fact, nothing about the man was gentle, instead rough, brutal and hard….

His view of the Ares’ lips slanted and disappeared and before he knew it, said lips were against his, demanding access. They moved against his, trying to part them for just a millisecond before force entry as he felt calloused fingers grip his chin, yank down, pulling a shocked gasp from him, and then all he felt after was hot, blistering heat.

Ares’ lips, tongue, teeth attacked him rather than played with him, nipping, tugging, kissing, sucking, licking, stroking, and practically swallowing him whole. His head was reeling and if it weren’t for the hold around his waist, he might have collapsed from the near intensity of the kiss. Each breath he tried to take was stolen, his neck was stiff with discomfort and his heart felt like it was about to burst straight out of his chest.

Moaning softly, he tried to keep pace with the kiss. The kiss softened just ever so slightly and the other man allowed him to nibble and suck on his lower lip for a second before breaking the sensational contact with a wet smack.

Adreyn saw white for a long second before he was able to finally focus on the other man, who remained impassive for the most part, although somehow, Adreyn could have sworn he saw something…smug on his face. Adreyn breathed hard, his chest heaving, his mouth dry and his lips burning and swollen with a tinge of pain. He tried to lick his lips and felt the pain intensify, feeling out a small cut with a metallic taste. The bastard had bit him!

He just then realized what position he was in, head craned so far back he was surprised the thin hadn’t snapped clean off his shoulders…god, it felt like it was about to. It took some effort to move his head back and he held back a groan as he tried to push Ares off him, glaring, though the look was ineffective when his dazed composure was taken into account.

It was like literally pushing against a brick wall. Adreyn was again taken aback by the strength in this man’s body. A shiver ran down his spine and he would be lying if he told himself it was completely induced by fear.

Giving up, he allowed Ares, who had tightened his grip to a near bruising hold and narrowed his eyes, to hold onto him, and the arms relaxed, carrying him to the bed, and laying—ahem, throwing—him on his back, crawling over him, with his arms on either side and his body looming over, to prevent him from moving away.

Adreyn let out a shaky breath, nearly whimpering as those eyes scrutinized him with a look that would more than likely compare to a man who, ravenous with hunger and dying with thirst, had just laid eyes on an all you can eat buffet. It was as simple as that. The desire was strong, but there was no hesitation in Ares’ body language. In fact, it was pulsating with confidence and authority but Adreyn wasn’t afraid that when it came down to it, he wouldn’t be able to keep this man from having his way with him. He was more afraid of the fact that he was willing to have his way with this man….

Adreyn squeaked--yeah, he literally squeaked—when Ares ripped the sheets off his body, a cold draft from the fan whipped across his body before Ares brought their naked bodies close together. Now, it wasn’t like hadn’t felt him through the sheets, but the feel of Ares’ rather large excitement pressing against his hip brought him back to the present situation, reminded him of Craig and again, he began to panic as he felt large, bold fingers move across his thighs to grip him in and he threw his head back and nearly screamed as he felt the hand stroke his aroused cock---huh, when had that happened?

So, this definitely felt real. Adreyn swallowed thickly and tired to move away again. The man caught his hip and held him down, but Adreyn didn’t give up, trying to squirm away from the hand squeezing his cock…oh god…

“Stop.” He wheezed out, eyes nearly rolling in the back of his head as he moaned softly. “Please…please stop.”

Ares ignored him and ran his long, wet, tongue across the sensitive skin between his entrance and sac, moving up and running a wet trail around his scrotum, pulled taut towards his body, before slipping one ball into the hot cavern of his mouth, sucking gently and tugging with his mouth. He tilted his head to the side and took the other into his mouth as well, running his tongue gently across each and paying attentive attention to each as his hands still ran the length of his arousal.

Adreyn’s mouth fell open as he glanced down and felt a strong stirring in the pit of his stomach as he saw that god like body stretched over his lower half, the muscles in his shoulders flexing with each movement, that large, powerful dark hand that could probably crush him in half moving against his slightly reddened penis, drastically contrasting and of course, the mop of dark head moving over his nether regions was enough to have any man come undone.

His legs jerked and he gurgled back another moan, wanting to keep the warm mouth around him, but the thought of ‘god like’ flitting through his head was no coincidence, and he realized something immediately. Impulsively, Adreyn reached his leg out and kicked the man’s shoulder, barely nudging him back. He regretted it the second he’d done it as sharp, green eyes fell on him, mouth stilling around him and eyes glinting with a malicious look.

Adreyn, despite his slight fear and the pleasure singing through his body, had something gnawing in his mind which was always more important.

“I need—I need to check something. Please.” He begged with his eyes as well and after a while, though Ares didn’t move off, he somehow knew that he was allowed to leave. And when he pushed to get off, he wasn’t met with resistance. He smiled at Ares, somewhat crookedly as he struggled to get off the bed with a hard on that ached like hell, and was stopped momentarily as that hard, skilled mouth met his briefly in a kiss, reminding him to come back to what they had not yet finished. He found himself leaning in with closed eyes a second after Ares had pulled away. When he opened his eyes, he was met with an amused look. Ares waved him away and though a bit annoyed by the dismissal—as if he needed one in the first place—he took it without questioning.

He thought about grabbing something to cover himself with, feeling Ares gaze follow him across the room, but the man had already seen all of him to begin with, there was no point hiding himself. Besides, he had a feeling that if he tried, he wouldn’t get away with it too long and he didn’t need Ares pinning him down anytime soon.

He pulled apart his drawers first, and when he came back empty, figured that in his drunken stupor, he may have placed his newest “novel” in his Shelves of Drafts. It consisted off numerous—maybe somewhere in the mid two hundreds—of stories and ideas he’d never completed and the few that he had, on the perpetual waiting list to publication. He rummaged through before he came across his newest work: Caged bird.

He chanced a glance at Ares, who watched him silently across the room, impatient but a bit curious, and for a second, Adreyn felt like one under that lifeless gaze, watching him as if he were nothing more than a décor for this situation, just a body to compliment and sate his fleshly hunger.

It was a disturbing thought and he pulled his gaze away and buried his face in the book, trying to make out what he could of it. It was filled with notes rather than a full-fledged story line, somewhat explaining why Ares couldn’t yet talk. But it didn’t quite explain why Ares was laying in his bed and why he hadn’t woken up from this bizarre dream yet.

Ares was indeed out of his book, and Ares reminded him so much of a god like figure because in his novel, he was supposed to embody the Greek god of War. Ares, in short, was short tempered, bloodthirsty, conniving and power hungry—and thank god, he hadn’t witnessed any of these traits…yet. He was a new king who had murdered his own father for the thrown and the novel was based off him capturing and enslaving a creature he’d been fascinated with as a child and who was thought to be a myth but was in fact one of the few remaining of the rare breeds.

Myth spoke volumes of their beauty, how the gods wept in envy and out of jealousy, brought mayhem to the celestial creatures that outweighed them in beauty and if time permitted, power. They brought mayhem by turning to men, feeding their greed with the knowledge of these creatures' ability to cry tears of diamond and the creatures' physical beauty, which motivated the men to sell the creatures as slaves and train them to be displayed and whored. The creatures were also known for their strength and intelligence, which could be used for entertainment or strategy. Soon enough, the breed went extinct, and wars were aroused over them and against them in order to capture and enslave these creatures.

Ya di Yada…Ares sent men against his wise counselor’s advice for five years to capture one of these creatures. He leaves domestic problems behind and burns down the mountain village and after loosing countless men, enslaves one of the few creatures he’d found that couldn’t manage to fight its way from bondage. Ares is deeply injured by this creature, though his brute strength and determination allows him to easily overpower the creature. Ares' turns in to sleep as dawn breaks over the horizon with thoughts of his newfound conquest putting him to sleep.

For a long moment, Adreyn just stared at the page, not able to process the mumbo jumbo he’d scribbled on it.

Then, he began to think hectically.

Okay…. weird thoughts for an alcohol induced mind, but he’d found something: The scar. Ares didn’t have that scar; at least he hadn’t seen it yet. He looked up and his breath hitched in his throat and he had to hold onto something before his knees buckled beneath him. Ares, legs sprawled out in front of himself, breathing softly, fisted himself leisurely as he eyed Adreyn across the room, his eyes darker and less feral as they regarded Adreyn with passionate, beckoning eyes. Ares swallowed, Adam’s apple enticingly bobbing slightly and his eyes fluttered shut for a second, letting his guard down just barely as he jerked his hips off the bed and squeezed himself. Adreyn could’ve sworn he heard him moan/growl. It was the most seductive noise he’d ever heard.

Focus Adreyn. He’s trying to distract you. He looked away, calmed himself, and looked back, ignoring his twitching erection. It could wait. Trying not to drool, Adreyn cast his gaze across Ares left side, which the claws had sank into and was astounded to see red, harsh lines wrapping around the edge of his abdomen and cutting across his side. This can’t be…he hadn’t seen that before…it’s not…. had his mind put that there to taunt him?

It was the only reasonable possibility. This was…

He grabbed his pounding head and groaned. He was crazy, it was as easy as that…. the hysteria threatened to burst fourth again and he felt the smile bubbling at the base of his throat. He nearly gave in again when; the creak of the front door turned his attention away from Ares. His heart sank straight to his feet.

Craig….