Chapter Six
Ryker drank a small bit of the wine. He didn't function too well on alcohol. The two sat in almost companionable silence until a little after the last rays of suns disappeared. Ryker looked over to Apollo, blinking at the male as a hint of nervousness appeared in his stomach. He wasn't too sure if he could--
be-- with anyone other than Symion. He never had before.
"It's not that strong." Apollo chuckled when he saw how little of the wine Ryker had drunk. "It won't kill you." Still smiling, the Reaper heaved himself up, offering a hand to the Radantian. "Shall we then?"
Ryker forwent the hand, wanting to touch the male as little as possible before--well...
Apollo gave Ryker a strange, almost sad look before he shrugged and headed back the way they came. He dropped the now empty tray and wine bottle back in the kitchens before striding purposefully back to his rooms.
"Nervous?" Apollo asked. It was rather cruel, but Ryker not taking his hand had hurt him more than he had realized. He wasn’t sure why, entirely.
Ryker frowned at the older male's tone. "Can we just…get this over with?" he asked, choosing to ignore the male's question. He was nervous actually—more so than he'd like to admit.
"Whatever." Apollo sighed, pushing the door to his bedroom wide. Camilla had already set things up it seemed. There was low candlelight flickering about the room and a silver tray covered in an assortment of scent oils.
"Do you want Camilla to stay?" The Reaper asked, motioning to the boy sitting quietly in one of the room's chairs.
Ryker looked at the kid, shaking his head. That would just be awkward. And the boy had a creepy air about him...
Apollo just shrugged. "Have it your way. Camilla, you know what to do." The boy nodded and scampered out of the room. The Reaper watched him leave before turning back to Ryker. "Now look, about halfway through, a servant may traipse in. Don't pay them any mind."
Making his way to the bed, Apollo sat on the edge as he drew off his cloak and shirt, watching Ryker intently. "Any questions?" He asked rather politely.
Ryker frowned at Apollo as he stepped forward. "Are you a top or a bottom?" he asked, hand going to the string on his pants as he kicked off the annoying slippers. May as well get it all over with now.
When Ryker was within arms reach, Apollo held out his arms and settled his hand on the male's slim hips, drawing him closer. "I can be whatever you want me to be." Apollo murmured, kissing the center of Ryker's pale chest gently.
Ryker shivered, from the words or from the kiss he didn't know. He looked at the male before loosing the pants completely, and they fell over his hips. He felt a bit awkward, not exactly sure if he should throw himself totally into this or not.
Apollo hoped Ryker would throw himself all into it and vowed to help the man along. He took in the Radantian's nude form with an appraising eye and a knowing smirk.
"You're very lovely. Did you know that?" Apollo whispered, keeping his voice low and sultry as he began to kiss a trail down Ryker's chest to his stomach. From where Apollo sat, Ryker was the perfect height for some good oral. Tentatively, the Reaper's tongue flicked out, slicking across the base of Ryker's flaccid cock.
Ryker let out a silent gasp, even as Apollo's words sent confusing shivers up and down his spine. The Radantian hesitantly placed a hand on the Gurutian's shoulder to steady himself as the male paid attention to his cock.
Apollo was trying not to think as he came down on Ryker. He simply tried to feel the man's growing hardness swelling in his mouth and focus on bringing the Radantian to pleasure. Apollo sucked Ryker off slowly, tongue teasing the weeping slit.
Ryker allowed himself a small moan as the male began sucking him with more fervor. He closed his eyes against the pleasure and tried not to thrust into the warmness encircling his cock. This was business. Just business. Although, he hadn't expected the Gurutian to lower himself so--to suck off a "Division dog."
As Apollo’s head continued to bob over his cock, Ryker found that he didn't care about business, and felt only pleasure as the male sucked single-mindedly at his member.
Apollo never cared. A bed partner was a bed partner, all factions aside. He hummed sending vibrations skittering up Ryker's cock as he easily deep throated the male now. As an after thought, Apollo brought a hand to curl around the Radantian's heavy sac, fondling it with light squeezes.
Ryker groaned, his hips thrusting forwards involuntarily as a strong hand fisted in Apollo's hair lightly.
Apollo offered a moan of his own, glad that Ryker was responding. He had been afraid that the male wouldn't have engaged in any kind of action. Pleased by this, the Reaper began to finger Ryker's entrance as he bobbed his head, simply teasing the tight ring of muscle playfully.
Ryker groaned softly, not knowing which way to buck. It was deliciously pleasurable, but he didn't want the male to make him come just yet. He pushed Apollo off of him gently, and pushed the male onto the bed with that quick strength of his.
His hands roamed the male's body, before he pulled Apollo's pants away from his body, slowly. He then made good use of his own mouth, taking the male before he could blink.
Apollo grunted in surprise when he was pushed off. He was even more startled when he was on his back, spreading his legs wider and feeling sweet warmth around his own straining erection. The Reaper hissed in pleasure, hips bucking as he twining his fingers through Ryker's dark hair.
Ryker rolled his tongue around the tip of the male's erection slowly. Very slowly. He sucked on the tip, pre-come coating his tongue before he took more and more of the male into his mouth, pumping the remainder of Apollo's shaft as he bobbed his head, slowly and then with greater speed.
Apollo's eyes went wide as he tossed his head back to the pillows. He was once again hit with the curiosity of knowing who exactly the man at the end of his cock was.
"Enough." The Reaper rasped, pushing Ryker from his dripping length. He didn't want to come either and it was startling how quick the Radantian had brought him to the brink. "Come here." Apollo murmured, tugging Ryker upwards. He wanted to kiss the male so very badly.
Ryker gasped, looking up into smoldering blue eyes before the male's mouth up against his, their bodies flush together. Ryker tried not to think on how perfectly their bodies fit, allowing himself to fall into the kiss.
Apollo held Ryker's face in his hands as he deepened the kiss, tongue playing against the Radantian's in a battle of dominance. Fire lanced through the Reaper's body and he groaned anew for the man atop him.
Never breaking, Apollo rolled them both until he was settled between Ryker's legs, pressing the man into the mattress.
Ryker opened his legs a bit more, naturally, to allow the male room. Their tongue's fought fiercely, wrapping around each other and stroking while their owner's hands roamed their lover's flesh. Ryker gasped as he was pressed into the mattress, a pleasured moan escaping him as his rigid hardness slid against Apollo's hard body.
"Not a virgin, right?" Apollo gasped away from the kiss as he ground his hips down harder against Ryker's in a bid to lessen the ache in his shaft. He fumbled with a jar of oil, flicking the lid off and filling the room with the wonderful scent of sandalwood.
Ryker groaned, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back against the bed as the male grinded into him. "Ah...not exactly." he said, with a small moan.
"Ever been fucked?" Apollo murmured, tongue flicking out against the shell of Ryker's ear. He made sure to smear his hand in the pot of oil before sliding one slicked finger completely into the Radantian's entrance.
"Ah!" Ryker gasped, closing his eyes in pleasure. "Yes...Have you?" he asked, fixing Apollo with smoldering grey eyes.
Another finger slid in to join the first, curling to brush against Ryker's prostate. "Yeah." Apollo replied, nipping at t he Radantian's mouth again. "I just wanted to be sure there were no surprises." He sucked Ryker's lower lip into his mouth just as he speared in a third digit.
"Ah! Hnnnn..."Ryker moaned as those long fingers brushed over his prostate and stretched him almost painfully wide. He clenched around the digits, bucking upwards into Apollo, kissing him fiercely. A graceful hand went to tangle in the Reaper's hair.
Apollo hummed, caressing Ryker's mouth. The male's taste was intoxicating and the Reaper was losing himself. "Breathe out now.” He couldn't help but tease as his fingers were replaced with his oil slickened cock. In one smooth thrust he was embedded to the hilt.
"AH!" Ryker screamed, his head falling back onto the pillows. The intense pain-pleasure made his mind go blank for a moment, and all he could think about was how perfect this felt. Ryker opened his legs wider so that Apollo could penetrate him more deeply, as he groaned.
Apollo hooked his hands behind Ryker's knees, helping to spread the male wider. The Reaper caught his lover's mouth in a searing kiss, giving a loud moan of his own.
Jeta's personal servant had slipped into the room unnoticed, watching the two male's with a keen glance, making sure to remember every detail so he could report it accurately back to his master.
Ryker hooked his arms around Apollo's neck, moaning into the kiss as he was pounded into. He rolled his hips against the male, moaning--for that's all he could do--as his spot was pounded into over and over again.
Apollo continued to round his hips, keeping up the grueling pace until he was slick with sweat and the building need to come. In the back of his mind, he wished that Ryker wasn't leaving, that he would stay. The male was just…just…
perfect as pleasure soared through Apollo's body...and it was all for the Radantian.
Ryker moaned, his climax building. He clenched tight around the male, as if he wanted him to stay within him forever. Ryker could only moan as he felt both of their releases draw near.
Apollo tried to tamp down on the pressure that was building in his cock. He wanted to outlast Ryker, but the moment the male tightened around him, drawing him impossibly deeper, Apollo came. With a fierce cry as orgasm tore through him, the Reaper emptied himself deep within Ryker.
Ryker let out a half hiss, half moan as he too came, his seed coating his and Apollo's stomachs. He sighed as he just fell back, panting and looking thoroughly well fucked.
Gods Ryker had to be the sexiest male alive. Apollo grinned down at the Radantian with a sated look. He kissed the man again gently, before drawing out of him and collapsing to the bed also. Apollo chanced to glance up, spying a servant fleeing the room. The Reaper shut his eyes with a wide smile. Perfect.
Ryker was still tingling all over as Apollo collapsed next to him, his chest heaved from exertion and he felt...damn good. At least the Reaper was good for something.
Apollo had a hand draped across Ryker's chest, tracing lazy circles with an indulgent look in his blue eyes. He didn't want to say anything to ruin the moment, even though he desperately wanted Ryker to stay. The man was intriguing and perfect and a puzzle so complex, Apollo just wanted to solve him over and over again.
Ryker turned his head to look at Apollo, a questioning look in his eyes--too...just comfortable to speak. Why was the male looking at him that way?
Apollo's features were soft as he gazed at Ryker, pushing a few strands of blond hair out of the male's face. He leaned over and gave the Radantian an almost tender kiss before leaning back, face serious once more. "Come dawn, you shall be gone from this place." Those were not the words he wanted to say...but he said them anyway because that was what Ryker wished.
Ryker gave a crooked smile. "That's the plan, no?" he asked, looking at the male. "Why do you look so glum? You've got me out of your hair and I'm out of here. I'd say it's a fair trade," he said, not understanding Apollo's little mood swings.
"Yes, of course." He knew he was foolish for liking his captive a little too much, but there was nothing he could do about it. Sighing heavily, he reached for the damp cloths beside the bed, dropping one on Ryker's chest.
"Clean yourself up and get some rest." The Reaper murmured, wiping the sticky come from his own chest and cock before turning to his side away from Ryker.
Ryker shook his head, before sitting up, wiping the stuff from his body. He sighed, buzzing with excitement and the after-effects of great sex. Tomorrow this time, he'd be home, in his bed, away from Guruta--at least till the next attack. These thoughts in mind, he fell into a light sleep.
Apollo too drifted off, but Ryker troubled his dreams, so he got very little by way of rest.
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