Dark Soul Vol. 4 (8 page)

“Shit, yeah.”

He moved further, mesmerized by how his cock invaded and stretched Silvio’s opening, every tentative movement a thrill down into his bones. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself like that, ram fully inside and turn them both into incoherent need— obscene and uncontrolled and filthy, glorious sex.

Still, he wanted to savor this, how Silvio breathed, the sound he made when Stefano slid deeper against the body’s resistance, how Silvio pushed back, trying him out, getting used to him, and damn but they fit together beautifully.

Stefano set one foot down on the mattress, wide, and began to thrust, which made Silvio hiss and then groan and immediately push back when Stefano pulled away. The friction was excruciatingly intense and sweet at the same time, especially when they began to find a rhythm. Bodies had their own logic, and Stefano focused on nothing but the sheer mind-bending pleasure and Silvio, who spurred him on, demanding more, more all the time.

“Not breaking . . . give me all of it.” Silvio gasped when Stefano followed the order, thrusting harder and deeper. He was heavier and stronger than Silvio, but if anything, Silvio seemed to relish that, the way he moaned as their bodies slapped together hard and harder.

No response in thoughts or emotions, just that fierce pleasure that washed everything away. Nothing else even registered. Right

now, SWAT could have kicked down the door and he wouldn’t have cared.

When he was getting close, Silvio reached to his own cock and began to jerk himself off. Stefano reached around and placed his hand atop Silvio’s, helping with that furious, merciless rhythm, thrusting harder, but he lost focus as he came, pumping his load into Silvio’s tightness. Or not, thanks to the condom. But what a small price to pay for that rush.

Silvio followed almost immediately, every muscle tightening, back and neck and shoulders in stark relief for a few moments before he pulled away and fell onto his side, face flushed, skin gleaming with sweat. He looked human now, and utterly beautiful.

Stefano pulled the condom off. He hated having to leave the bed, but he did to get rid of the condom. When he came back, Silvio was still poured across the covers, boneless as a kitten.

He lay down next to him and ran his fingers over Silvio’s shoulder.

“You all right?”

Silvio glanced at him. “Was it as big a deal as you thought?”

Stefano backtracked over their conversation—he’d rather have waded through molasses than remember right now what exactly they’d said. Oh. Yes. About
that.
“What if it does mean something?”

Silvio smirked, as if pleased that Stefano had remembered. “Then we’re both fucked.”

No kidding.

Also by

Aleksandr Voinov

Dark Soul Vols. 1–5 (Riptide Publishing) Break and Enter, with Rachel Haimowitz (Samhain Publishing) Counterpunch (Storm Moon Press)

Scorpion (Dreamspinner Press)

Dark Edge of Honor, with Rhi Etzweiler (Carina Press) The Lion of Kent, with Kate Cotoner (Carina Press) For a full list, go to www.aleksandrvoinov.com/bookshelf.html About the Author

Aleksandr Voinov is an emigrant German author living near London, where he makes his living editing dodgy business English so it makes sense (and doesn’t melt anybody’s brain). He published five novels and many short stories in his native language, then switched to English and hasn’t looked back. His genres range from horror, science fiction, cyberpunk, and fantasy to contemporary, thriller, and historical erotic gay novels.

In his spare time, he goes weightlifting, explores historical sites, and meets other writers. He singlehandedly sustains three London bookstores with his ever-changing research projects and interests.

His current interests include World War II, espionage, medieval tournaments, and prisoners of war. He loves traveling, action movies, and spy novels.

Visit Aleksandr’s website at http://www.aleksandrvoinov.com, his blog at http://www.aleksandrvoinov.com.blogspot.com, and follow him on Twitter, where he tweets as @vashtan.