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My God It's Monday

So last week totally got away from me -- one minute it was Monday, the next it was Friday evening. I'm not even sure how that happens.

I have a new release this week -- Love and the Farmer will be out on Wednesday. This one was originally on Turn of the Screw and in Velvet Glove, Volume 1. Love was so much fun to write because he is such a terrible brat.

Love is the best, and brattiest, sub at the club. Punishments are fun for Love, as long as he's the center of attention. Then Freddie comes along. Freddie agrees to take Love on, and Love's furious at being taken in hand by this country bumpkin, but he learns soon enough that Freddie is far from a bumbling farmer.

Monday next week my first release from Total E-Bound comes out -- Opening Moves is the first book in the Chess series. I'm working on the second book to come out early summer, and there's a third book in the works as well to round out the series.

I've somehow got a really full February as well as far as releases go. I've got releases from Torquere, Amber, and Dreamspinner!

Maybe this is why my weeks seem to somehow disappear from me ;)

Everything outside is slickery today -- the perils of warm weather in the middle of winter. Rain on top of snow equates roads and sidewalks that are pure ice.

I have got to get my newsletter done and out before January is over or I'll have blown the whole year! (and not in the fun blowing way)

Hopefully I will get a chance to post more this week than I did the last.

Fiction Friday

Club Fantasy, Chapter Three


Sam followed Kody up the stairs, watching the man's ass the entire way.

Those were maybe the tightest jeans he'd ever seen. And he'd seen a lot of tight jeans. Or maybe it was just that the ass that filled them made him want to do about a million hot, kinky, dirty things.

Things that made him want to go toy shopping. Not that he didn't have a wide variety of toys already, that sweet dildo he had in mind being at the top of the list, but he'd bet he could run through his set of toys and never get bored.

"Right at the top and it's the first door on the left." Looking over the street, the neon lights of the clubs shone in, giving the place a multi-hued glow. He bet Kody's skin would look lovely with the colors splashed across it.

Hell, he'd bet the man had a lily-white butt, just perfect for colors. For filling up. For tying down.

He licked his lips, humming in anticipation, his cock hard as nails. It had been since they'd started dancing and so far nothing had happened to make it even think of going down. It was a damned good thing he only lived around the corner from the club; walking wasn't exactly easy in this state.

Kody stopped and Sam fished out his key, crowding Kody up against the door and reaching around him to unlock the door. He took full advantage of their position to rub up against that ass.

"You're something else." Kody rubbed right back, tight little butt working his cock.

"Takes one to know one." Bending, he latched onto Kody's neck, teeth scraping and lips sucking, working up a nice little mark, making sure Kody had a souvenir. He turned the key and pushed open the door, still working Kody's skin.

Kody stepped in, groaning low, and he stayed plastered to that lean back. Sexy little fuck.

He was thinking they'd both be needing cock rings at this rate, something to hold them back and make them wait.

Putting his hands on Kody's hips, he guided the man over to his shelves so he could turn on the stereo, a low thudding filling the room as dance music began to play. Sam bumped his cock against Kody's ass in time with the backbeat.

"Mmm." The cowboy hat got set aside, Kody leaning back into him, easy as anything.

It was almost like being back at the club, with the music and the neon lights sending colored light all through the place. Only they were alone and the dancing was going to get a lot more intimate.

Lucky Kody.

Grinning, he flattened his hands on Kody's hips, tips of his fingers reaching for the bulge in the front of those painted on jeans that was hard as an iron rod.

"Mmm." Kody's hands joined his, callused fingers sliding over his.

"You've got a great body, Kody. And a really nice way of moving it."

He let his teeth play over Kody's earlobe as he slowly danced them to the far end of the room where his bed was. It was the little side-table drawer he wanted though, the one with the cock rings and dildos and plugs and all sorts in it.

"You've got a way about you too, man. You surely do."

"It's just going to get better. I've got plans for this amazing ass of yours." He bumped into Kody's ass a couple of times. "Open that drawer and pick a ring, Kody."

"Hmm?" Kody blinked up at him, that confusion possibly the sexiest thing he'd seen in days.

"Cock ring, cowboy. There's rubber ones and leather ones, ones with studs."

"I. Goddamn." Sam thought the guy would balk, but instead he got a quick, wicked grin. "What kind do you want to wear, darlin'?"

"I like the leather ones, Kody. I like the way they warm up with the flesh they hold." He grinned right back at the man. "You didn't think I'd be wearing one, too, did you?"

"Well, sure I did. We'll both play, just fine."

"Yeah, we will. Come on, pick a pretty one for me and a real kinky one for you." He dragged his tongue over Kody's jaw.

Kody bent over, giving him one hell of a look as the guy searched. Damn, that was a pretty ass. He couldn't wait to see it naked. Reaching out, he slid his hand over the tight flesh.

"Mmm. Leather for you, metal for me." Two rings dangled from Kody's fingers.

"Fuck, yes. You're going to look amazing." He reached up and grabbed one of Kody's nipple rings. "You'll match."

"You know it." Kody arched, hips rubbing against him like a cat in heat.

"You are a sexy son of a bitch, you know that?" And he was going to take full advantage of every wanton inch. "Now I think it's about time there were less clothes at this party."

"I'm all about this plan." Naughty goddamn cowboy.

"Somehow I knew you would be." He tugged Kody's t-shirt out of his jeans, making a soft noise of appreciation at the pretty belly that came into view. Just a little fuzzy, tight as a board and leading down into a beautiful, tiny waist -- he fucking approved.

He pulled the t-shirt up and off, taking a good look at those pretty little nipples, rings sitting just as nice as could be. His cock throbbed at the sight. "Damn."

Kody preened a little bit, playing with those rings, petting his own belly.

"Oh, yeah, Kody. It must be my lucky day." He opened the top button of Kody's jeans, tugged down the man's zipper.

Heavy curls, a sweet full cock -- yeah, he needed some of that. "Yours and mine both, man."

He grinned and took off his own shirt, letting Kody see. Then he reached for the rings, grabbing the metal one. "Let's get this on you before things get out of hand."

"Yeah, that's no lie. You're awful fine, darlin'. Damn fine."

"And I'm gonna make you fly."

He grabbed hold of Kody's cock, the heat nearly burning, and worked the metal ring down the swollen flesh.

"Oh. Oh, damn..." It took a little work, Kody helping him ease that slick metal down, get things settled right.

"I was right, that is one of the prettiest things I have ever seen." Still admiring, he tugged his own jeans down, toed off his shoes.

Kody took the leather ring, wrapped it around him, pumping his cock a few times to get him good and hard.

"There now. Time for you to meet that dildo of mine."

He got another of those quick looks, those almost shocked blinks. Fuck that was hot. The need lurking behind the shock even hotter.

He bent over the drawer and reached in, finding the new dildo right at the back. It was realistically shaped and sized, down to the veins running along it. He handed it over, wanting Kody to look and touch.

"There something wrong with yours, honey? It looks good and ready."

He tugged on one of Kody's rings. "I can't fuck your ass and your mouth at the same time."

"Oh." Kody arched, going up on his toes.

"The only question is, which cock is going where." He twisted the ring.

Look at that body move. "Fuck."

"Yeah, I imagine I will. Eventually." He was going to have fun first, going to give Kody the night of his dreams.

He pushed Kody back onto his bed and followed, kneeling over the man.

Kody spread out, cuddled into the blankets. "Pushy."

"Yep. That's why you came home with me." He rubbed the dildo against Kody's cock, warming it up.

"Is it?" Kody hummed, entire body rippling for him.

"Yes."

The tip of the dildo slid over the tip of Kody's cock, picking up the drops that leaked from it. Then he slid the plastic on up, heading for Kody's mouth.

He found out that Kody's ribs were ticklish, that the hollow of the long throat was sensitive. He nuzzled that hollow for a moment and then drew back again, watching as he nudged Kody's lips with the dildo. "Suck it, Kody. Show me what you're going to do to my cock."

"You... you're something else..." Kody looked unsure, but willing to play along, lips wrapping around the dildo.

Sliding his fingers along Kody's neck, he offered a bit of distraction, a bit of good before nodding. "Keep sucking. Send me to the moon."

Kody's cheeks went a dull red, the lips sweet and swollen around the rubber prick.

"You working the tip with your tongue? Because I like that. I like a little slit action."

Those eyes flashed up to him, a little heated, a little fight in them. He liked both, wanted more of them, more of this man.

"Next time we'll use a double headed one and we can both suck."

Kody's mouth popped up off the dildo. "You sure we'll like it enough to have a next time?"

"I'm sure." Kody would come back for more, he knew it.

He rubbed the dildo along Kody's lips. Kody's tongue slipped out, licked the tip of the dildo.

His cock throbbed. "Mmm... you should get it good and wet, Kody. Before I fuck you with it."

There was this deep, raw sound, Kody sucking the dildo in, pulling harder.

He grabbed the lube and slicked up his fingers, sliding them between Kody's legs as he watched the man go to down on the fake cock. Kody's ass cheeks tensed, squeezing his fingers, clenching around them.

"Gonna fuck this sweet hole with that dildo. You're going to feel it inside you."

Kody popped off the dildo, groaning low. "Then quit teasing."

"Who's teasing?" he asked, pushing two fingers deep.

Those pretty eyes went wide, hips bucking. "More."

He pulled his fingers back until they were only just inside Kody, circling and stretching just the entrance. "Christ, you're pushy."

"Yeah. Know what I want." Kody tried to push back again, cock throbbing hard when he followed the motion, not pushing in deeper.

"I'm sure you do, but tonight you're going to get what I want to give you." He circled his fingers again, and then pushed them in deep, managing to peg Kody's gland.

"Fuck!" Kody's shoulders left the bed, their chests slapping together.

He pushed against it again, wanting more out of Kody.

"Oh, fuck. Again. Again, please honey." Kody groaned, hips shifting.

That wanton tone was sweet, went straight to his cock. "Yeah, I like the way you beg." He thrust his fingers in, pushing hard against that gland, attention split between Kody's face and his bound prick, watching it jerk.

"Oh..." Kody's head fell back, a series of cries filling the air.

He hit Kody's gland a couple more times, and then pushed a third finger in, stretching him wider. "Give me the dildo."

"Uh-huh. Full. Good." The plastic was slapped in his hand.

He pulled his fingers out and rubbed the head of the dildo against Kody's hole, pushing it right in.

Oh fuck. That was a beautiful thing.

He couldn't wait to see how the rest of it looked.

And felt.

My God It's Monday

It finally is winter out there. The temps are good and low (although not staying there like they usually do for the January deep freeze) and there's finally a good amount of snow and plenty more on the way if we can trust the meterologists. Funny how you don't see a lot of characters with that as their job, do you? Come to think of it, most of the ones in shows/movies are usually kind of more there for laughs than to be the heroes.

I just had a yummy sandwich -- mustarseed salami and mozzerella, both cut thin, on a plain white bread, put under the broiler until the edges of the bread go brown, and the cheese does the same. Very yum. Have you got a favorite sandwich? (hot or cold)

Watched Super 8 yesterday. I still think it's very reminicent of ET (in a good way). I just loved the one kid's braces. Those have certainly come a long way!

Saw Cowboys vs Aliens over the holidays -- liked it a lot. Also saw the Conan remake -- that one not so much. The origianl one had a charm that this one was lacking entirely.

So how's that for random on a Monday?

Fiction Friday

Chapter Two of Club Fantasy

"Sir?" A hard hand landed on his shoulder, heavy and sure, and Kody spun around, expecting some sort of a fight. It would fucking figure, given that he'd just won the fucking jackpot here.

He'd never won shit in a casino and he was feeling fucking lucky.

"Yeah?"

"The managers would like to see you at the High-Rollers table, please. To discuss your winnings." Goddamn, that man was big. No, not big. Gargantuan. Like a frigging semi truck big.

"Sure. Sure. There something I get to prove I won here, honey? I ain't just walking away on your word." He was born at night, not last night.

Godzilla-in-a-Suit reached down, plucked a gold coin out of the little tray and plopped it right in his hand. It was heavier than it looked and said "fantasy" on it.

Okay. Cool. That worked.

The managers were sitting at a huge-assed black bar, one just looking like a Greek god, all blond and buff, the other one all dark and sleek and dangerous.

Christ, he needed to get laid.

"Howdy, y'all. Your boy here said you wanted to see me?"

The blond smiled at him, cigarette quirking in his lips. "Actually, you want to see us, you simply haven't figured that out yet."

"What my partner means, young man, is that you've won a very special jackpot and, well, you seem ripe to collect your winnings."

Kody felt a frisson of heat slip-slide up his spine. Shit. That sounded like a come on.

Really.

"Well, I."

The blond's grin widened, the blue eyes somehow knowing, wicked. "Yes. Well. You have your token, sir?

"Yeah. Yeah, I got it."

"Take it to the bar, then. You'll know when to use it."

"The token? For a drink? Y'all, that's a piss poor jackpot."

The dark guy hooted like a fool, little goatee just sucking up the light. "You'll have a balance in your account when you cash in, cowboy. This? Is a bonus."

"Yes." The blond touched his arm and he went painfully hard, the lights sparkling behind his eyes. "Go. Dance. Drink at the bar. Someone's waiting."

***

The music was loud enough that his fucking hat brim vibrated, the rings in his nipples doing the same. Lord, did love coming to the city.

He'd been rubbing and dancing and boogying for hours, the beer making it nice and loose, the company making it hot as all fuck. Somebody came up behind him, hands on his hips, teeth teasing his nape and cock teasing his ass just for a moment before moving away, leaving room for another man to come and rub, another body to lean against.

The song faded into something lazy and slow and Kody chuckled, headed for the bar. He hadn't found someone to polish belt-buckles with.

Not yet.

"Need a Bud Lite, man."

"You got it." The bartender took a good long look, and licked his lips. That coin seemed to burn in his palm and he reached out, about to drop it into the outreached hand when a hard, square hand reached out, caught it as it fell.

"Put that on my tab, Barry."

He looked over and found a tall, sexy man smiling at him, his coin sliding into one pocket as his fucking ears rang. Tight jeans, bare top with celtic armbands around both upper arms, and something tribal about six inches in diameter over his heart. The guy had light brown hair and eyes to match, a real nice smile, too.

"Howdy, stranger." He tipped his hat, knowing he looked pretty goddamn good himself, in his painted on jeans and his black t-shirt.

That smile got wider, lighting up the eyes and a big hand was held out to him. "Name's Sam."

"Kody." His hand fit in there right pretty, goddamn, and his prick just went 'hello!'

Sam didn't squeeze too hard, and he didn't let go right away, either. Warm and solid, Sam's hand lingered and then slowly let go. He was given a long, slow once over, and Sam licked his lips. "Nice to meet you, Kody."

Oh, man. That was fine as frog hair. Lord, he could drink Sam up with a spoon. "Ditto."

His beer came and he guzzled it down, throat working as the icy brew cooled him down.

"I'll have a coke, Barry." Sam might have been talking to the bartender, but those eyes were on him, making him aware of every swallow he took.

"You not a big drinker?" He stuck with beer; it served him well.

Sam shrugged, muscles shifting under his skin. "Not once I see something I want -- I like to have a clear head." Those brown eyes kept him in their sights.

"Clear is good. Knowing what you want is better." He put his empty on the bar, hips moving to the music. "You dance?"

"I'll dance with you." Sam drained his Coke quickly. "You wanna?"

"Yeah." Hell, yeah. He wanted, balls to bones. He turned on his boot heel, led Sam out to the dance floor, shaking it all the way.

Sam was right behind him, tailgating in the best possible way. "You paint those jeans on, Kody?"

"Mmmhmm. Me, a paintbrush, and a bottle of paint."

Sam chuckled, hands sliding to wrap around his hips, tugging him in closer. "I bet you need help getting out of them."

"You think? You have a way with zippers?" Kody found Sam's rhythm, thigh sliding between Sam's.

"Mmm... A way with zippers, with asses..." Sam's hands slipped back to his, tugging him in closer so they could rub up against each other's thighs.

"Yeah? You think you can handle a cowboy ass?" You think you can make it worth my while?

"I do." That confidence was sexy as hell.

"Cool." This wasn't his first rodeo, not by a long shot, but lord knew he could use a good, hard ride.

Sam's hands squeezed his ass, and when the song slid back into something slow, their movements matched the new rhythm, Sam rubbing up on him.

"Mmm. Been looking for someone to polish my... buckle." He got his arms around Sam's shoulders, held on good and tight.

"I want to polish a lot more than your buckle, cowboy."

"Promises, promises." He'd like to see that. Yessir.

"I'm a man of my word." Sam's voice had gone low and husky, sliding through him like good whiskey. Oh, that did good things in the vicinity of his balls. "And I have toys back home, Kody. A sweet little dildo I've been saving for something special." Sam squeezed his ass again.

Oh, now, that sounded hot as a two dollar pistol. "You're assuming I'm into that sort of thing, honey."

"It would be a damn shame if you aren't. A real shame."

"It surely would."

Another man came up behind him, rubbed against his ass, hands battling a little with Sam's. Sam squeezed his ass tighter, turning them as they danced. Making a claim. "It's getting a little crowded here."

"It is." And Sam was a little grabby. Kody sorta liked it. "You said you had a place close?"

"I said I had toys at my place, but yeah, it's close. Just around the block." Sam nodded toward the bar. "Barry'll vouch for me."

"I can take care of myself, Sam." He liked to get fucked, but he wasn't a fucking light-weight.

"Well then what do you say we get out of here and see if you like this dildo as much as I think you will?"

Thursday Three

Double booked today. I'm on the Romance for the Rest of Us Blog and the TRS Release Party.

Love and the Farmer is the next Velvet Glove book coming out -- January 25. This one is in Velvet Glove, Volume 1

Got my cover for Full Disclosure

Wayback Wednesday

I had such fun writing this one. Looked at lots of pictures of men in corsets for research. And I love the cover.



Scott Daley is a high-powered executive by day, but by night he plays on the fetish scene. He keeps his two lives scrupulously separate, not wanting his clients to have any idea what he gets up to. Afraid it might ruin him, Dal keeps the wild child firmly in the closet.

So when Dillon, a distant business associate, sees Dal at a club one night, things take a dangerous, and exciting turn. Dillon invites him to what he thinks is a business meeting, but it turns into a weekend of debauchery that sets off a torrid affair. Meeting whenever they can, high-powered Dillon and ambitious Dal explore all of the ways they can love each other, living just enough on the edge to get a thrill.

And maybe get caught. When things go sour, Dal hits the road, running as far away as he can, trying to figure out how to minimize the damage to his life and his career. Dillon isn't quite ready to let him go, though, and sets out to get Dal back. Can Dillon convince Dal that some secrets are worth letting out of the bag?

Sean Michael creates an exciting world where business meets pleasure and all of the games have high stakes in this steamy novel. Wrap it up and take it home!

You can buy it here.

Two on Tuesday

I mentioned two new sets of Hammer muses yesterday. So here's a little tease from the beginning of each of them.


This set is thanks to Frank and Gordon's smutty advent piece.

"Kerry Daniels? Kerry, is that you, son?"

Kerry looked up, shocked at the sound of his name. He'd been in the park for almost two weeks, and no one had recognized him.

Frank, the former cop. Damn.

"That is you." Frank stared down at him. "Kerry, what are you doing out here?"

"Sleeping. What are you up to?" God, this was embarrassing.

"I'm headed to the Hammer to meet my lover." Frank frowned at him. "Why are you sleeping in the park, son?"

"No worries. Just tired." And cold. Dirty. Totally fucked and homeless, but that was the story of the times. "Your lover? Really? Who?" He patted the bench beside him.

Frank sat. "His name is Gordon, he's a good man. Where is yours?" Frank asked pointedly. He'd never known the man to pussy foot around.

"We moved to Miami. He... There was a girl. Now there's a baby. I..." He shrugged. "I came home." His little Ford had made it to Yuma and he'd had to sell it for scrap. He'd used that money to get to the coast, but... Yeah.

He was never going to belong to anyone.

Not ever again.

Second new set, starts without either of the new boys ;)

Oliver arrived at the Hammer Club for lunch, nodding at the bouncer at the door, and at Xavier when he came in.

He had to admit, while it had felt a little like letting his baby go, it was refreshing to come into the club and not have a dozen things he had to deal with before he could relax and have some lunch. Giving up his seat on the board had been the right decision.

Humming, he made his way to his usual table, nodding easily at the other patrons.

"Master Oliver?" The voice was soft, gentle, and instantly familiar.

Jeff was the new club-submissive, their man who had replace Adam. He was wonderful at the job, and now, after Adam's experience with a Dom who was not a member, Jeff worked exclusively for the club.

"Yes, my dear boy?"

"May I sit, sir? I need to discuss something with you."

My God It's Monday

Good news: Daddy, Daddy and Me is number one on Rainbow Ebooks.

Bad news: Today really was a Monday -- it started much earlier than I like and included dental work.

Good news: I have two new sets of Hammer muses demanding attenion.

Bad news: there really isn't any other bad news.

Good news wins!

Not bad for a Monday, not bad at all.

Fiction Friday!

I'm going to post my story Club Fantasy here, a chapter every Friday. This story first appeared on Torquere's Turn of the Screw.

Here's the first chapter.


The bells and whistles of the slot machines warred with the beat-heavy dance tune coming from the little dance floor that separated the bar area from the casino at Club Fantasy. A mirrored disco-ball hung from the ceiling, spinning slowly and reflecting the neon lighting from behind the bar and from the casino alike. Men drank, danced and gambled, laughter and conversation adding to the cacophony. Clothing ranged from barely there to three piece suits with silk ties, Bermuda shorts in bright, vibrant patterns and skin tight black jeans with equally tight white t-shirts.

It was loud and bright, except in the corners where the shadows lived. It was in one of these shadows that Michael leaned against the wall, wings folded neatly behind his back, glamoured away while he was in public. He watched as a pocket cowboy at the bar fended off the advances of a blond stud, looking rather relieved when an older man with salt and pepper hair and a lovely little moustache tapped Blondie on the shoulder and made him move on. The two clinked longneck bottles together, laughing and smiling, clearly well-matched.

On the dance floor, two strangers in the crowd of dancers were slowly moving closer together, gyrating and boogying until they were rubbing up against each other. Another one night stand in the making. How romantic.

The casino section had its own brand of hooking up, though, unlike the bar, more people were there to gamble than to make a match, and many arrived already coupled, ready to toss their savings away on the chance of a big win.

Michael glanced at the fantasy slots, wondering idly if they'd have jackpot a winner today. It had been a few days -- they were due. It was unlike Chance to let them have as many quiet days as they'd had. One or two, sure, but four? It worried him a little. Chance had something up its sleeve, he had little doubt of that.

It made him itch a little and he reached into his pocket for his cigarettes, tapping one out of the pack and putting it in his mouth. He sucked on the filter, tongue wetting the tip. He had to pat himself down to find his lighter, and then it proved to be out of juice, refusing to flame long enough to light his butt.

That was all right, he had his own personal lighter in the back room, and it had been hours since Seth had waved him off with an impatient "I'm working on the books." Surely the little devil would be done with the tedious accounting by now.

Michael made his way to the door at the back of the casino marked "Private", and let himself in. The noise and lights of the Club were left behind the moment the door closed behind him, the oak panelled office sound proof. This room was as quiet and old-fashioned, understatedly luxurious as the Club was noisy, modern and gaudy. The walls were oak-panelled, matching the heavy furniture: a large filing cabinet, a huge desk with two chairs in front of it, and a coat rack next to the door. A computer sat on the desk, along with a rotary telephone that never rang, they had used cell phones since they'd first begun to run the Club. Well, almost never rang. There was always the boss.

Seated behind the desk, frowning at the computer, was his lover. Little horns poked up from the short, dark hair, and Seth's tail peeked out from the side of the chair. What made Michael smile though, as he went to sit on the edge of the desk and Seth looked up at him, was the scent of sulphur.

"Busy, beloved?" Seth lifted one hand, a blue flame appearing at the tip of one long finger.

Leaning forward, he took Seth's hand between his own, holding the flame steady as he lit his cigarette. He took a few puffs, filling his lungs with smoke as he stroked Seth's warm skin.

"It isn't. At all. In fact it's too quiet."

"It's the holidays. People are making different kinds of wishes."

"It makes me itchy, Seth." He brought Seth's hand to his mouth and licked, moaning softly at the hint of sulfur.

"You're just worried someone will drape you in gold and white robes and start singing 'Angels We Have Heard On High'."

He dropped Seth's hand and stuck his tongue out. "Bitch."

"Very rarely." Seth leaned forward, tongue sliding against his own.

He whimpered as the slight fork in Seth's tongue made him shiver. Those heated hands slid beneath his jacket, tracing his ribs, his chest, the expensive silk almost smouldering.

"Seth..." There was nothing like his very own personal demon to make him stop worrying about Chance and what job it might have for them next. He tossed his cigarette at the ashtray.

"No burning down the office, beloved. The boss gets grumpy." The cigarette went up in flames, the heat intense and sudden.

"Shut up and use that forked tongue of yours for something more exciting than talking." He grabbed Seth's lapels and took a kiss designed to singe Seth's lips.

Seth growled, tongue pushing between his lips, fucking his mouth, sharp teeth just barely threatening. His toes curled and his wings began to unfurl, his hands loosening, sliding over Seth's shoulders. Seth's legs wrapped around his hips, that tail teasing and slipping about his waistband. It had him moaning, Seth always managing to set him off just like that.

He took a deep breath and slid a couple of fingers around one of Seth's horns, rubbing.

"Michael..." Seth jerked, the heat blazing between them.

Oh yes, that's what he wanted, what he craved, to make Seth feel what he did, to taste the heat. He brought their mouths back together again, teasing that delightful tongue back in.

The kiss threatened to catch fire, Seth's horns swelling under his touch, when the phone rang. "Damn!"

The cell phone began to smoke.

"Ignore it, babe." He opened Seth's shirt, stroking his lover's hot skin.

"What if it's the boss?" Silly demon, always stressing the hierarchy.

"He'll call back." His fingers trailed over toward one nipple and he licked at the corner of Seth's mouth.

"Yes..." The sound was silibant, slick, seductive.

And the scent of sulphur grew stronger, making his cock twitch hard inside his trousers. "Too many damn clothes," he noted, his wings opening and closing. His hands tugged the rest of Seth's buttons open and pushed the shirt off his shoulders.

"Yours, too. Your wings."

Yes, his Seth needed to touch, to run those long fingers through his feathers.

They fluttered in anticipation as he stripped away his shirt. Then he started on Seth's belt, right wing curling around his shoulder to touch Seth's arm.

"Michael..." Seth's touch was enough to make the walls shudder, his pleasure overwhelming him.

He clawed at Seth's pants, getting the zipper undone. "Hurry, Seth. I need you." He needed to feel that heat inside him, feel Seth filling him up.

"Then take what you need, flyboy." Those fingers dragged through his feathers again, ruffling him.

He pushed closer, and then moved back, slipping to his knees so he could wet Seth's prick. His tongue slipped across the tip, and he moaned at the sharp taste of Seth's pre-come. Seth's head fell back, tail sliding to tap his cheek, slide around the edge of his ear. Moaning, he nuzzled against the touches, his lips sliding back and forth across the tip of Seth's cock. He stretched one wing, touching Seth's thigh as his lips circled the head of Seth's cock and he slowly took it in.

"Beloved..." The word nearly singed the air.

He closed his eyes and buried his nose in Seth's pubes, tongue working around and around the burning hot flesh. The bittersalt drops slid down his throat, against the back of his throat. He bobbed his head, wetting Seth's prick with his saliva, making the hot cock ready to take into his body.

He pulled off far sooner than he wanted to, looking up to meet Seth's eyes. "Next time I'll have your come, lover. Today I need you inside me."

"You need my heat." Demon claws dragged against his skin.

"Always." He rose up and pressed himself against Seth, his demon's skin so hot, so good against him.

He pushed, guiding Seth back into his chair so he could ride his demon. Seth spread for him, cock proud and dark, throbbing for him, shining in the dim light.

Licking his lips, he straddled Seth's thighs. He wrapped his hands around the solid shoulders and slowly, carefully lowered himself down onto the large cock. "Oh... Seth..."

"Yes. Yes, beloved." The scarlet eyes met his, a hint of bright blue in them now. Seth's curse visible.

He brought their mouths together, his tongue slipping between Seth's lips to tease the slight fork as he started to move, body beginning to undulate. Seth's hands landed on his hips, pulling him down onto the long prick, over and over. He could feel the sharp fingernails digging into his skin, the burning cock spearing him deeply. The pleasure built inside him, and his wings spread, beating slowly in the air.

"Yes..." That hiss slid over his skin like a snake, Seth's breath sliding through his feathers.

"Seth. Seth." He repeated the name each time Seth's cock speared him, his wings moving faster. Letting go of Seth's shoulders, he slid his palms over Seth's horns.

"Michael!" Seth's cock swelled within him, his demon's passion crashing into him.

He squeezed, muscles fluttering around Seth's cock. "Touch me," he whispered.

Those burning fingers wrapped around his shaft, squeezing tight, thumbnail flicking the slit.

His eyes rolled, his wings spreading wide, stretching out as far as they could. He could feel that touch in the base of his spine, in the bottom of his toes, and all the way out to the tips of his wings. "Again!" he demanded.

"Pushy." Sharp teeth scraped his shoulder, that nail striking him again.

He shuddered, so close. "Seth," he whispered. His body moved hard and fast, that scent of sulfur tickling his nose.

"Beloved." Seth's teeth sank into his skin, the burn enough to shove him over the edge.

"Seth!" He cried his lover's name out, shouting it loudly as the come flowed from his cock, spraying over Seth's hand and onto their bellies.

Shivering, shuddering, he collapsed against Seth, wings wrapping them in a cocoon.

Seth's moan heated his skin, the throb of the flesh inside him deep. "Thank you."

He met Seth's eyes, resting their foreheads together. "No, lover. Thank you."

The scarlet in those eyes was almost gone, the blue strong, clear, seen by him and him alone. That forked tongue slipped over his lips, tasting him. He moaned, a shiver of pleasure going through him at the touch, making him squeeze the hot and fading flesh still inside him. He could feel the words building inside him, denying his cynicism, his sarcasm failing him in the face of it.

"Love..." he murmured.

"Yes." His own personal demon nodded, fingers cradling his back. They stayed there, balanced, resting, until the alarms began to ring.

Someone'd just won the jackpot.

Time to get to work.