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.Freaking man was trying to scare him.He narrowed his eyes and entered the dark apartment.Ryken couldn’t make out his hand in front of his face, but he shuffled forward, his feet moving as though controlled by somebody else.Better not be.He followed the sounds of the rain and cold blast of air to a bedroom lit only by the flashes of lightning.Saint hadn’t left his spot on the balcony.He stood with his back to the room—and Ryken—driving rain pelting him, heavy wind whipping his hair and flapping the legs on his baggy pants.Ryken dropped his duffel bag on the floor and stepped closer.Silence wrapped around him as he stared at the strong back of the man he loved.The red phoenix tattoo appeared to be glowing.“Saint.” He whispered the name.The man in front of him stiffened.“Look at me,” Ryken pleaded.“Why are you here?”The wind tore the words from Saint’s lips, but Ryken heard them.Biting back his frustration, Ryken spoke to Saint’s back.“Where would I be but at my man’s side?”“Yeah?” Saint turned around then, dark eyes flashing.“I’m your man now? What about then?”Ryken rolled his eyes.“What the fuck did you expect? Sunshine and roses?” He shoved his fingers through his hair and gentled his tone.“You lied to me, you hid shit from me.Important shit, babe.What was I supposed to do? Say?”“You were supposed to understand,” Saint roared.“Understand that I would never hurt you intentionally.”“I get that, okay?” Shit, they were shouting at each other in fucking darkness.“Where’s the light up in this bitch? I want to see your face.”Soft yellow light flooded the room.Ryken blinked to adjust his eyes to the new brightness.He met Saint’s gaze, those dark eyes seeming to shift to gold and back.Saint’s lashes dipped and, when he raised them, the glow was gone.“Babe.” Ryken stepped forward.Saint’s nostrils flared.“You haven’t told me why you’re here.”“When were you going to tell me I’m responsible for your life?”Saint flinched.“When were you going to tell me you were dying, Saint?’ Damn it.Ryken’s eyes filled.“Why did I have to hear shit like this from someone else?”“I couldn’t—” Saint swallowed.“I didn’t—”“What? You didn’t think I could handle it? Poor sheltered Ryken, he can’t handle the truth.” Ryken balled his hands into fists, he so wanted to hit something.He was freaking fed up with people making decisions affecting his life without asking his input.“Ryken, I never thought that.” Saint shook his head, water droplets falling onto his shoulders and sliding down his naked torso.Ryken tried not to stare.He did.“What did you think then, huh?” He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes.“What’s the reason you didn’t tell me of my true role in your life?”“It doesn’t matter now.”Ryken sputtered.“The fuck did you say? It doesn’t what? Get your ass over here.”Saint regarded him like he’d grown horns or some shit.“Get to fuck over here, now!”Saint sauntered over, looking way too good dripping wet.Ryken’s cock took notice, not that he wasn’t already semi-hard.He shifted to ease the ache in his balls and grasped Saint’s chin.“You think I’d let you fucking leave me, that I’d give you up?” Pulling on strands of Saint’s wet hair with his other hand he choked back sobs as he asked, “Why were you still here when you thought I was back there?” His gaze flew over Saint’s sharp features, loving the way his lover’s lashes dipped slow and swept across his cheekbones.“’I was coming for you tomorrow,” Saint confessed.“Nothing was going to stop me.Not even you.”Ryken read the truth in Saint’s eyes and hauled him close, taking his mouth, thrusting his tongue between those parted lips.He rubbed himself on Saint, the placket of his jeans biting into his erection.Saint grabbed his shoulders, tried to take control of the kiss, but Ryken dropped his hand to Saint’s back, sliding until he dipped into his pants.He trailed a finger down Saint’s crack, and Saint jerked.Ryken tore his mouth away, pulling at the drawstring on Saint’s pants with greedy fingers.“Wanna fuck you.Want your ass.”“Ry.”Saint’s hungry moans and harsh breaths spurred Ryken on.He dropped to his knees, pulling down the wet pants.Saint’s hard cock sprang out, the fat head wet.Ryken licked his lips and opened his mouth, deep-throating the entire length in one swallow.“Fuck, Ry!” Saint grabbed his hair, hips surging forward as he pulled.“Ry, babe…we gotta…ah, fuck.We gotta talk.”“Nnngh.” Ryken bobbed his head and relaxed his throat muscles.Hollowing his cheeks he sucked, tongue swiping across the bulbous head, licking at the salted sweetness.Slurping nosies filled the air, mixing with Saint’s harsh breaths and Ryken’s needy moans.His balls ached, cock throbbed, and he cupped himself, stroking his shaft in time with his sucking.Saint had both hands in Ryken’s hair, fucking his mouth, pushing his face deeper into him.The short springy hairs at Saint’s crotch tickled Ryken’s nose with the scent of man and arousal, musky and heady.Ryken’s aphrodisiac.Lifting his gaze to Saint’s, Ryken drew back, lips dragging tight along the thick length in his mouth.Saliva dripped down his chin.He kept Saint’s heated gaze and brought two fingers to his mouth.Replacing Saint’s prick, he sucked on his digits, lubing them good and well with his saliva before bringing the fingers to Saint’s back entrance.A pulse leapt in Saint’s throat.Ryken slid his fingers over the puckered hole and Saint tensed.A low growl left him.Ryken breached the tight ring of muscle and dipped the fingers in.“Fucking tight, Saint.” Ryken stroked Saint’s cock with one hand while screwing those fingers deeper.“Fire-hot.”“Shit, Ryken.” Saint trembled.He pushed back and his channel gripped Ryken painfully.“No one, babe.God, no one’s—”“No one’s fucked you like this?” Ryken curved his fingers, wiggling them around.He brushed against Saint’s prostate and the man howled.“Ryken.”“Yes, let me fuck you.” Ryken added another finger, making sure to keep on stroking.His mate rolled his hips, shoving himself back on the invasion when Ryken knew it had to burn.No fucking lube.“Fuck me, Ry.Take me.”Saint pulled Ryken’s hair until he looked up.It couldn’t be a trick of the light; Saint’s eyes flashed gold then black.“Saint—”“Need you.” Widening his stance, Saint plunged down on Ryken’s fingers.Ryken hissed at the squeeze.“Need your cock, Ry.”Fuck.Ryken removed his invading fingers and stood, albeit wobbly.He unzipped his jeans, watching as Saint turned and walked out on to the balcony.He stood as he had earlier, his back to the room and Ryken, rain falling on him.Stroking his cock, Ryken shuffled to his man with his jeans around his thighs.He eyed the profile Saint made and couldn’t look away.So fucking hot.“I’m yours, Ry.Take me.”Fuck, yeah.Ryken reached him and pressed his front to Saint’s back.The heat of Saint’s skin burned Ryken, setting fire to his blood.He sucked on his fingers again and dipped them below, shoving into Saint as he pushed his shoulders down with the other hand.Saint trembled, bending forward, offering Ryken his ass, and Ryken couldn’t fucking wait.He removed his fingers and lined his cock up.Sinking his teeth into Saint’s shoulder, Ryken thrust inside.“God!” Saint bucked, hands gripping the railing.Ryken held himself still, the tight fit burning up his cock.Pain and heat.The sensation stole his breath.He needed to move, to pound into his man.To fill him up
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