Chapter Thirteen
“I thought I’d find you up here.”
“It’s a fine, clear night for stargazing.”
Malcolm took his eye away from the lens to greet Brenin. The boy looked terribly fetching in his kilt and nothing else. Malcolm was the same, although he had a shirt on to hide the new scars on his body. He didn’t want to alarm the boy or anyone else.
He tugged Brenin in for a long kiss. The boy melted into him and his tongue shyly met Malcolm’s when it begged entrance into Brenin’s mouth. Each time they touched, the boy’s inhibitions fell away a wee bit more. Soon, Malcolm hoped they’d be gone for good, or at least as gone as would ever be possible.
“Hmm.” Malcolm pulled back. “I thought you were sleeping.”
“I tried, but I think my internal clock is still screwed up. I took a nap and feel refreshed, though. So much so I was hoping you’d give me a lesson about the planets and the stars.” He let go of Malcolm and sauntered up to the telescope.
“If that’s what you want, I’ll be happy to.” He’d give him the moon, if he could. “What do you want to see?” He lowered the scope to Brenin’s height as he asked.
“Um.” Brenin pursed his adorable lips. “How about we start with the basics? Venus?”
Malcolm adjusted the scope and stepped back. “Look there.”
Putting his eye to the lens, Brenin made a humming noise. “Nice. Jupiter?”
Malcolm guided the scope with his hand, watching Brenin’s reaction. “Here.”
“Uh-huh. Mars?”
He moved it again. “Here.”
“Sirius?”
“That’s a star system. The brightest from our vantage point here on Earth. This is it.”
“I think I’m beginning to see the distinctions. How about Cassiopeia?”
“That’s a constellation.” He moved the scope once more.
“You’re going to have to teach me the difference between all of these things.”
“Gladly, laddie. What do you want to see next?”
Brenin stopped looking through the scope and stared instead into Malcolm’s eyes. “Show me how it can be between two men who love each other. All the way.”
Malcolm’s breath caught hearing that request. He had to make himself breathe and he thought maybe his heart had skipped a beat. “Are you sure? Brenin, you don’t have to do this for me. I meant it when I said what we have is enough.”
Brenin placed his palm against Malcolm’s chest. “It’s not for me. I want this.” He moved in closer and stood on his toes. “I want you.” He gave him a kiss, not a long, lingering one, but one that was firm. Certain.
Malcolm ran his hands up the boy’s arms. “I will treat you with all the care in the world,” he vowed. “And while I’ll guide you, you have control. If anything makes you uncomfortable, you tell me and I’ll stop. Agreed?”
Brenin nodded. “Yes.”
“Come to my room, then.” Taking his hand, he tried to lead him out.
“No.” Brenin dug in his heels, figuratively and emotionally. “I want to do it here, under the stars and away from everyone else.”
Malcolm frowned. “Seriously? There’s no bed here and the rug isn’t that padded.”
“I’m sure.” So saying, Brenin dropped his kilt and went down on his knees. As he’d worn nothing underneath, he was completely naked.
That was all the persuading Malcolm’s cock needed. He went hard in an instant and, because he also hadn’t bothered with his boxer-briefs, his arousal was visible.
Brenin smiled at it and crooked his finger. “Come join me.”
“As if I could deny you anything.” Malcolm took off his kilt and threw it aside. He hesitated a moment before doing the same with his shirt. If they were going to truly be lovers, Brenin needed to see him fully, warts and all. Brenin gasped and, when Malcolm knelt in from of him, it was the scars the boy touched, not the straining dick bobbing between them.
“These are new.”
“Aye, from the tunnel.”
“You got them saving me.” There was moisture in the boy’s eyes.
“Dinnae fash yourself on my account. They’re a small price to pay.”
“Won’t they ever heal?”
“No. If someone had been there to close the wounds with saliva, you wouldn’t see a thing. As it was, the skin turned to ash, as is our physiology, and it won’t regenerate.”
Brenin traced the scars lightly with his fingertips. The effect was to cause Malcolm’s cock to go even harder and his balls tightened. “You’re more vulnerable than I am in that way?”
“Aye.”
“And your nose is crooked. You broke it?”
“I did. I can ask Doc McPhee to reset it if you’d like.”
A smile flashed across Brenin’s pretty face. “No, that’s fine, then. I wouldn’t want you to be too handsome, like. I might have to fight the other village boys over you. Besides, it makes you look more like my wild highlander.”
“I’ll always be that, laddie. I want to kiss you,” he confessed in the next breath. “May I?”
“Always. I like kissing.”
That was all the permission he needed. Taking Brenin’s hands in his, he pulled him forward. Malcolm landed on his back and encouraged the boy to lie on top of him so that he could capture his lips without overwhelming him with his body.
Brenin didn’t need much coaxing. He plastered himself on top of Malcolm and met his passion with equal fervor. They chased tongues from one mouth to the other. When they tired of that game, they took turns nibbling around each other’s lips. Their position, meanwhile, caused their cocks to slide together skin to skin. Malcolm cupped Brenin’s arse to press their bodies even closer. He thought he might come from this frottage alone.
The lad had other ideas. He broke the kiss and peppered Malcolm’s chin and neck, before moving down his torso. Malcolm thought he would stop at the dick, knowing how he must have been forced to suck Dracul’s cock.
No, don’t think it. That’s what Dracul wanted, to ruin it for both of us.
He banished the past and, flinging his arms out, let Brenin have his way. The first tentative licks along the weeping head caused Malcolm’s hips to rear up. He forced them down, made himself lie flat. Brenin ran his fingers up the shaft, slid his thumb through the slit. Malcolm jerked and hissed.
“Do you like that?” Brenin either sounded genuinely curious or was messing about. Malcolm couldn’t tell and didn’t care.
“You’re killing me. Don’t stop.” He closed his eyes and concentrated on the good things happening below his waist.
Brenin chuckled then returned with his lips. This time, he sucked the cockhead into his mouth. He didn’t take much and didn’t need to. The way he laved the bundle of nerves underneath with his tongue was more than sufficient to cause Malcolm’s head to explode—the small one. He came with such speed that he didn’t have time to issue a warning.
The boy gasped.
“Sorry, sorry. Damn.” He tried to wiggle out of the way, even as his orgasm made him shudder.
“No, it’s fine.” Brenin slid the side of his finger up the shaft. “It will make for good lube.”
“What?” Malcolm forced his eyes open. “No, don’t!”
In the process of rubbing the cum around his hole, Brenin froze. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
“Never. I just don’t want to hurt you, is all.”
“You won’t. I can take you dry if I have to.”
The casual way in which Brenin accepted his brutality infuriated Malcolm as nothing had before. Did he really think this human could recover that quickly from his degradation? Malcolm had to assume that he knew nothing of how it should be between them.
“You asked me to show you what it’s supposed to be like. Let me, then. Trust me.”
“I do.”
“Good lad. Come up here.” He guided Brenin so that he straddled Malcolm’s neck. “I want a taste of your sweet cock.”
“You don’t…” The boy’s words dried on his tongue as Malcolm swallowed him in one big gulp.
“Oh.” This was why men liked having their dicks sucked. Sure, on an intellectual level, he’d understood. But this? The exquisite feel of Malcolm’s lips and tongue and throat working Brenin’s shaft was beyond imagining. Malcolm acted as if this was a special treat for him. He moaned and his eyelids closed to half-mast.
Brenin held himself steady by planting both palms on the floor beside Malcolm’s head. He couldn’t keep his own eyes open. With his sight gone, he could concentrate on the amazing sensations. His balls tightened and they ached in a sweet way that was almost painful. His cock jerked when Malcolm sucked particularly hard, and his hole clenched. He was afraid he might come too soon.
Malcolm seemed to know how to pace himself, though. Just when Brenin was about to issue a warning, the man’s efforts slowed. He pulled back on the cock and tickled the underneath with a wagging tongue. Brenin clawed at the floor and moaned. He wanted more. He just didn’t know for sure what the more was.
Again, Malcolm knew. The man slid his hand up the back of Brenin’s leg and cupped his arse. He slid a finger in between the cheeks and teased Brenin’s hole. It spasmed at the attention but not enough to keep Malcolm from slipping inside. The bit of cum Brenin had massaged around it still lingered. And he knew how to relax, especially when Malcolm handily distracted him with more deep-throating.
“Yesss,” he hissed, then moaned in case he hadn’t made himself clear. “More, please.”
Malcolm did as he asked, inserting his finger as far as it would go. He fucked Brenin with it, syncing the rhythm of his head bobbing up and down Brenin’s cock. Brenin could feel his hole loosening, opening up to the gentle invasion. There was a sensation of fullness there, no pain, then a starburst of pleasure rocked him as Malcolm scraped along some inside part of him.
Brenin couldn’t stay still. He rocked back onto the finger before reversing and sending his dick balls deep into Malcolm’s mouth. His lover stayed with him, never faltering, giving him everything he demanded—and more than he knew how to ask.
Pulling off the cock, Malcolm said, “Scoot forward, laddie. Put your sweet arse against my mouth.”
It was on the tip of Brenin’s tongue to refuse. He couldn’t do that, could he? Malcolm hadn’t ceded control entirely, apparently, because he forced Brenin up. He parted the globes and stuck his tongue in where his finger so recently had been. The way he licked and teased Brenin’s hole, it opened for him without complaint. When Brenin thought he’d go mad from the pleasure, Malcolm sent him heavenward by stabbing the tip of his tongue inside.
“Oh God, I’m going to come!” he wailed, desperate for it and yet not wanting it to end so soon.
“Stay with me, bonnie lad.” Malcolm’s breath bathed Brenin’s wet hole, sending shivers through him.
When Malcolm urged him to slide down his torso again, Brenin fumbled to comply. Malcolm was there for him, using his strong hands to help him into position. Brenin understood what he wanted, felt ready to give it to him, and still Malcolm held him back. Instead of seating him on his once-more-erect cock, Malcolm milked it with his own hands. Pre-cum dribbled out to meet that which had already dried. Malcolm scooped it up and this time, it was he who used it as lube.
It was maddeningly slow, the way he inserted one coated finger then another to open Brenin. There was a burn with the wider insertion, but nothing like the pain he was used to. This was different. It held the promise of intense pleasure. Every pass of those fingers across his prostate sent his arousal higher. The ache in his balls became an incessant pressure.
“Malcolm, please.”
He didn’t wait for his lover’s consent. Brenin was in control. That was the deal and what he wanted right now—what he needed—was Malcolm’s cock inside him. He found the strength to push the man’s arm aside and position himself so that the tip of Malcolm’s dick was pressed against his loose, puckered hole.
“Brenin,” Malcolm breathed the warning.
It was too late and, the moment the cock breached the hole, there were no more warnings. No more words, only the joining of their bodies. Brenin sat all the way down and waited with his eyes closed and his lungs heaving as he adjusted to the way the cock stretched him wide.
“Brenin?”
“It’s all right. I’m bloody fine. Fuck me, for God’s sake, Malcolm.”
His lover gave him what he pleaded for. Grabbing Brenin by the hips, Malcolm fucked himself with Brenin’s willing body. It was perfect, the experienced man leading the novice, yet in a way that didn’t make him feel overwhelmed or trapped. All Brenin had to do was hang on for the ride.
And, oh, what a ride it was. He panted and curled his fingers against Malcolm’s chest. He scrunched up his face and his toes, as well, and clenched his hole around the hard length embedded in him. Now that he was loose, he perversely missed the burn. He tried to bring it back, even as he held his release in check. He wanted them to come together.
The dick inside him swelled. He knew what that meant. “Come now, Malcolm.”
“Are you with me, laddie?” the man gasped.
Brenin threw back his head. “Yes! No, wait!” Madness was upon him perhaps, but he needed more. If they were truly going to join, sex wasn’t all there was. He had to give this last, other bit of himself to his man or they would never be the ‘one’ that he wanted for them.
He collapsed against him, crooking his head to one side, exposing his neck. “Bite me.”
“No.”
“Do it!” He screamed in his frustration.
It worked. Malcolm sank his fangs into Brenin’s jugular. The pain was nothing compared to the intensity of the orgasm that claimed him a split-second later. He cried out and went limp. The tugging at his vein was joined by flooding inside his arse. Malcolm drawing in Brenin’s blood while filling him with his cum.
It was perfect. It was peace and it was love.
* * * *
“You sure you’re all right?” Malcolm tucked more of his kilt around Brenin as they sat by the fire he’d built after they’d made love.
Brenin leaned against his hard body. He felt so safe with all this strength at his beck and call. “You’ve got to stop asking me that or I’m going to feel as if I did it wrong.”
Malcolm chuckled and kissed the top of his head. “You did everything perfectly. It’s me I’m worried about.”
“Well, stop. I’ll remember this night forever and a day.”
“That’s all right, then.” Malcolm sighed. “I want to give you everything. I only wish I could show you the stars from up there. You can’t imagine how beautiful they are when you’re in space.”
“It could happen one day. You don’t know. Technology is changing so fast and we’ll live a lot more years. We may see a time when we can shoot up there for a holiday.”
“That’s true.” Malcolm played with a lock of Brenin’s hair. “Have you made up your mind, then, to take my blood?”
“Yes, I want that. I want to bear your sons, only not for a while yet. We have to get our guests settled and there’s no telling how long that will take. I don’t think I could handle pregnancy and a bunch of hurt boys.”
“You wouldn’t change that fast. It takes years, I believe. We’ll ask Harry, to be sure.”
“Oh, in that case, let’s get started sooner rather than later. I want to become stronger, more like Mackie.”
“So that you can feel safe?”
He turned so that he could face Malcolm. “No, you already make me feel that way. It’s only that after what happened in the tunnel, I don’t want you to have to put yourself in harm’s way for me again.”
Malcolm kissed the tip of his nose. “Sweet lad, the danger is over.”
“Is it? Petru is still out there—and others. It’s not truly over.”
“It is for us. Alex has promised.”
“But that’s not fair. They may need us again and I, for one, want to help whenever I can.”
“You put me to shame, Brenin. All I want is my Scotch, my salmon and you. Most of all, you.”
Placing a hand on Malcolm’s cheek, he kissed him. He tried to pour all of the feelings he had into that gesture. “I love you, no matter what.”
Malcolm stared into the fire, saying nothing for a long while. “I think,” he finally said, “the thing that bothered me the most was how easily eons of evolution got tossed aside in the span of a few hundred years. Our entire existence, our species, had been devoted to the one constant that the hive was everything.”
He brought his gaze back to Brenin. “Dracul and the others should never have entertained the idea of mutiny. They turned on their hive brothers, Brenin. I can’t tell you how utterly contrary that is to our nature.
“It scares me that they did it and I worry that if they could change so much, maybe I could, as well.”
Brenin scoffed. “That’s just silly. You could never be like them.”
“No? I led my dear friend, Fergus, into the battle at Culloden. His father wanted his one remaining son to stay with him, safe. But I was loyal to Alex and once I got a taste for it, I was spoiling for a fight whenever I could. Fergus wouldn’t leave my side.
“I got him killed when all was said and done,” he added with a sorrowful look that broke Brenin’s heart. “His father never forgave me, but he let me take his place and made me promise to look after his land and his people. I’ve been good to my word, so far.”
“And brilliant at it, too, if your people—Darling, Cook, Doc McPhee—are any judge. The fact that an entire village keeps your secret says a lot about their love and loyalty.”
Malcolm picked up Brenin’s hand and kissed the knuckles. “When I see myself through your eyes, it makes me think better of myself.” He pulled Brenin down on top of him. “I promise you that I will never turn my back on my hive. If Alex ever needs my help again, I’ll go—and willingly. So long as I have you by my side, I know I’ll never fail.”
Brenin threw his arms around his lover’s neck and hugged him tight. “I promise you’ll always have that. Now, can I ask for another favor?”
“Anything.”
“Can we do it again?”
“It?” Malcolm’s eyes were guileless, except they’d already turned black and his cock had stiffened.
“Och, you do try a mun,” Brenin said in his best imitation of a highland burr, which wasn’t very good at all. “This time, I ride you all by myself.”
And he did.