Bondmates

A/N: Hey everyone! I am so so so so so so sorry it’s taken me this long to update. Life has been so busy lately T_T

My appreciation goes towards Nathaniel for reviewing again, and Thelongsleep for reviewing for the first time. I’m glad you liked the story so far, and I hope you will continue to like it in the future :D

Anyway here’s the next chapter for everyone…It has not a whole lot of plot…but a whole lot of that other stuff that I’m sure you’ve been looking forward to ;D

Please continue reviewing (or start if you haven’t yet done so ;p) so that I can know how I’m doing. I’ll try to be more productive, really I will :).

Happy reading!


Chapter 8

Taylor got back to the apartment mere minutes before Elijah did.

Even though he was prepared for it, he still yelped as his lover breezed into the apartment, scooped him up, and carried him to their room, not even stopping to acknowledge that their other charge had finally woken up.

Taylor “oomph-ed” as he was deposited roughly onto the bed.

“Hey, be a little mo—mmmm.”

Taylor didn’t manage to finish declaring his discontent over his rude treatment before his desperate lover crushed their mouths together.

He really didn’t mind that much.

Thankfully, he was just wearing a simple T-shirt and swishy pants. He was naked in no time and urgently tugging on Elijah’s more classy clothes.

“You…mm…wear…aaah….too….muuuuuch,” he moaned as Elijah’s lips suckled at the base of his neck..

He whined as his vision darkened and his fumbling hands kept faltering at the buttons on Elijah’s shirt. Elijah growled against his skin—the vibrations going straight to his already painfully hard erection—before slapping Taylor’s clumsy hands from his shirt.

Buttons went flying and the shirt provided no further obstacle to making Elijah more naked.

Taylor wondered why he hadn’t thought of doing that earlier. Oh wait, designer shirt.

Right.

…

Pssh.

He just wished he could do that with Elijah’s equally fancy belt.

“’lijaaaaaaah…” He tugged on the belt to indicate what he wanted.

The hands that had been petting the insides of his thighs hurriedly took over again, effortlessly unbuckling the belt, unbuttoning and unzipping the pants, and then…oh fuck…

Elijah was touching himself.

Taylor flopped back against the bed, eyes glued to that place where his lover’s hands disappeared down his own pants.

Elijah’s green eyes devoured him, as he slid his pants off with one hand, still gripping his cock with the other.

Taylor pushed himself up so that he could reach out and grasp the other’s oh-so-familiar hardness. He ran his tongue along the upper curve of his lip.

And suddenly found himself flat on the bed again, his hands held immobile in Elijah’s other hand.

The one that wasn’t still leisurely stroking himself.

Taylor twisted, trying to free himself, eyes absorbing the image of his lover raking his own fingernails down the length of his cock.

He wanted…

He wanted Elijah’s cock. Or maybe it was his hand. Or maybe it was both.

He really wasn’t quite sure. He just knew that his own cock was pulsing and his hole was spasming and he wanted Elijah to do something besides confine his hands and stare at him with those intense green eyes.

“’lijaaaaaaah,” he whined again.

This time it went igrnored.

He pulled his legs (that had previously been hanging over the side of the bed) towards him so that he could plant both feet on the bed.

This gave him the leverage that he needed to wriggle his body to the center of the bed…

Or…well, he tried to.

With a possessive low growl, Elijah released his dripping erection, placed one knee on the bed, grabbed his wriggling lover’s ankle, and yanked him back.

Somewhat disoriented, Taylor looked up into the passion darkened face of his Bondmate owlishly.

“You won’t touch me, and you won’t let me go…’lijaaah, make up your miiiii…”

Once again, Elijah brought their lips together, his tongue thrust into the heat of Taylor’s mouth. Taylor’s toes curled as his lover’s mint-flavored tongue entangled with his own.

He didn’t notice the hand creeping up his leg until he felt the cool lubricated fingers slide down his cleft.

He jerked at the sensation, Elijah’s fingers tracing the rim of his puckered entrance.

When did he get the lube?

The pressing of one finger past the resistance of the outer ring of muscle blanked his mind.

He spread his legs farther apart, hands scrabbling as they tried to break Elijah’s hold. He piston-ed his hips, wanting that finger deeper inside of him.

He mentally smirked as he saw his lover’s eyes narrow, dark with passion. No doubt he both saw and felt the clenching of his hole around Elijah’s finger.

Yet Elijah, damn him, refused to speed up the pace. He took his time adding another finger, and scissoring them inside of his lover. The unhurried addition of the third finger was mind-boggling.

It was so close. Oh so close to his pleasure spot.

The slow languid strokes of Elijah’s fingers were driving Taylor mad as they neared his prostrate teasingly before backing out again.

Taylor squirmed. “Damn it ‘lijah. Stop fucking….” He didn’t manage to finish his sentence as he mewled at the fingers lightly brushing his prostrate. Then they paused.

Though he said nothing, Elijah’s darkened green eyes taunted him. They said Elijah could very well take the words he’d said at face value and “stop fucking.”

Taylor growled. He twisted his body at an odd angle so that his weight was on his hands, and used his new source of leverage to shove himself down onto Elijah’s fingers.

He cried out as those fingers jabbed against his prostrate. Stars danced at the corners of his eyes.

He lay panting with the tingling aftershocks of his action. Elijah was completely rigid above him, eyes beginning to glaze over.

Then the fingers inside him were gone.

Taylor only had a moment to mourn their loss before the blunt head of Elijah’s dick pushed its way inside, replacing the lost fingers.

Taylor groaned as Elijah used his once again freed hand to lift Taylor’s lower body and wrap his legs around Elijah’s waist, for the green-eyed man was still only half-way on the bed.

At first the thrusts were slow and gentle.

Controlled.

But this time Taylor had more control of the situation, what with his legs wrapped around Elijah’s body.

With a wicked little smile, he tightened his legs and forced himself further onto Elijah’s straining cock. Taylor could feel Elijah’s balls pressing against his skin.

A low keening noise was emitted from Elijah’s throat. His body froze.

Taylor’s hands were (finally!) released as Elijah brought his hands to the backs of Taylor’s thighs.

Taylor quickly pulled himself up and wrapped his arms around his lovers neck. Not an ounce of his body’s weight was on the bed anymore. He was completely supported by Elijah. He teased his tongue past the tense line of the other’s lips.

He whimpered into Elijah’s mouth as he felt his body lifted off of Elijah’s cock.

And then he was pulled back down onto it.

The kiss ended as both gasped at the surge of sensation that came with that action. It didn’t continue as both mouths were panting, too focused on getting air as Elijah impaled his lover over and over on his length.

Taylor tightened his arms around Elijah’s neck. Each slide of his nipples across his lover’s chest caused him to sharply intake his breath. Each time his aching cock was thrust against Elijah’s belly, he could feel the slippery pre-cum left there from the previous thrust. Each time Elijah’s cock drove into his body, it jabbed at his prostrate.

It was all too much.

With a drawn-out cry, Taylor reached his orgasm. His body thrashed with the burning pleasure that traveled down every nerve. His come spewed out, decorating Elijah’s chest with its milky substance.

With one last thrust into Taylor’s jerking body, the Asian’s ass twitching around his cock, Elijah groaned deeply and came powerfully into his lover’s body. Taylor shook at the sudden flow of energy into his body that came with his lover’s release.

They crashed onto the bed, Elijah braced his weight on his hands, so that he wouldn’t crush his Bondmate. And also so that he wouldn’t have to pull out just yet.

He gently nuzzled Taylor’s neck.

“You okay love?”

Taylor mumbled incoherently, his eyes closed as he tried to get his breathing under control. He stuck his tongue out at Elijah. “And here I was thinking you were a mute.”

Elijah blinked and then snorted. “You know how I get during these times. You should be used to it by now.” He nipped the flawless golden skin near his mouth for emphasis.

“Ai!” Taylor turned a glare at him. “Well, at least it was good sex, even if it was with a mute.”

Elijah gave him an offended look. “When have I ever given you bad sex?”

“Well…”

“And it’s your fault anyway.”

“My fault you went mute?”

Elijah bit him again. “Your getting into danger instigated my accumulation of energy. Thus, it was either I blow up a good portion of the city, I fuck someone else, or I fuck you to get rid of all the excess energy. And we both know that neither of us would’ve wanted either of the first two. So…”

“Why is fucking me the last option? I feel unloved…”

Elijah slapped his ass playfully. “Insufferable.”

“Did you just spank me?” Taylor frowned. “And don’t use my post-coital words against me.”

He harrumphed and crossed his arms petulantly.

Elijah laughed huskily.

There was a pleasant pause. Then, “You know, you need to stop being so protective of me. As much as I like it, we can’t always have sex every time there’s something dangerous going on.”

Elijah trailed his fingers up and down his lover’s arm. “I know. But how to keep from going on destructive rampages when you’re being attacked? I have no clue. Even knowing that you can take care of yourself…”

Taylor gently took the hand that was petting him and brought it to his lips. “You and your silly Swordmage instincts.”

“Mm…” Elijah was too entranced at the sight of Taylor nibbling at his fingertips to register that his lover had basically called him silly.

Taylor’s head fell back onto the bed as he felt his lover’s cock begin to harden again inside of him.

He really didn’t mind it that much when Elijah became over-enerergized.

And then he remembered.

“Oh crap.”

And then he was up and throwing on some cloths. Without needing to ask, Elijah jumped to follow suite, all arousal now forgotten.

The kids…


Reese had been a little surprised to see the owner of the apartment that he had met earlier, Taylor he had told him, fly into the apartment, yank his coat off, and then turn to stare at the door like—what was that old phrase?—a “deer in headlights”? To say that Reese had been a little surprised when Elijah Steele—the Elijah Steele—swept into the apartment not long after Taylor had and then carried the other off to the room Reese had earlier identified as the bedroom…That would’ve been an understatement.

He was floored.

The look on Elijah Steele’s face…It affected him somehow, unexplainably.

The chills went straight to his crotch.

Now with the discomfort of being aroused, Reese felt himself become…edgy. Like there was something that he needed to do…

His gaze fell on Max.

He had been watching the other boy sleep for a while before Taylor’s and Elijah’s sudden entrance, but it had been entirely emotionless then.

Much the same as one might look at a pretty sculpture made years ago by some long dead artist.

It was nice but really not all that stimulating.

But now…

Something was different.

Seeing the desperate look on Elijah’s face before he disappeared with Taylor into the living room…

It awakened something inside of him.

The disconnected feeling that he’d been experience since he’d woken up was swiftly dissipating. In its place was…

Hunger.

It wasn’t the kind of hunger that one felt when one’s stomach was empty. No, here was a need to devour the warmth.

And where was that indescribably inviting warmth coming from?

His eyes were locked onto the oblivious form of the other boy in the room. His muscles bunched and released as he prowled forward.

Stopping just short of the other boy, he inhaled deeply. The enticing musk of the other’s body, concealed by the scents of clean, newly washed clothes—borrowed he noted…borrowed from…that guy—was irresistible.

He bore the scent of life.

And that beautiful, warm, sparkling life…was his.

It was Reese’s.

And he wouldn’t let anyone else have it.

A rumbling began deep in his chest.

He nearly jumped back as one storm blue eye opened. Then the boy was sitting up.

“R-r-reese! Y-y-you’re okay!”

And suddenly they were touching, the boy’s arms wrapped around him. Reese greedily breathed in that lovely lovely scent.

He threw the boy back onto the couch before leaping on top of him.

He bared his teeth near the other’s face.

“R-reese? I-I-I’m s-s-s-sorry…I-I d-d-didn’t mean t-to af-affend you…” the boy’s voice was faint.

He was terrified.

That, Reese decided, was a good thing.

He lunged forward.


Winter looked up hopefully as the door to her room opened. When she saw who it was, she returned to staring off into space. It was a pretty little boy with feathery dun-colored hair, smooth dusty gold skin, and soft violet eyes. He looked like he was twelve. She didn’t really care.

He wasn’t Xhaiden.

“Hello there,” the human said conversationally. “So your name is Winter, right?”

Winter felt a stab of pain at Xhaiden’s betrayal. “What does it matter to you, you filthy human?” she hissed.

He didn’t give her a hurt look. Nor did he seem shocked by her un-childlike attitude. In fact, he smiled. “I was hoping we could become friends. My name’s Rowan, by the way.”

Winter stared at him.


Xhaiden looked into the be-goggled eyes across from him.

“I see.”

He didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit. But the evidence was undeniable.

If the government pulled it off…

All hell would break loose.…

As if they didn’t have enough to deal with already.