The Next Generation-Bound by Fate

(The Howloween Blog Hop is two post down.)     Szin's story
Szin wasn’t sure his knees would hold him up. Takeo’s snow white skin, so heavily muscled, that long black hair, and those red eyes… was there anything in the cosmos sexier than Takeo? Szin didn’t say a word as Takeo intertwined their fingers and helped him into the tub. The water was warm as it bubbled around his calves. Built-in jets churned the water. A slight smile graced Takeo’s lips, and Szin blushed.
Takeo kissed Szin’s knuckles then released his fingers. He sat, relaxed against the back of the tub, his legs spread and knees bent. He patted the water, inviting Szin to join him. As Szin knelt down, Takeo stopped him.
“Turn the other way. Rest against me.”
Takeo heard Szin catch his breath. He knew Szin had figured out that would mean turning his ass right toward him. Takeo didn’t say a word, just waited until Szin gathered his courage and turned. Unable to help himself, he lifted his hand and ran a finger over the swell of Szin’s ass. The skin was as soft as he imagined, but firm. He couldn’t wait to have his hands on that ass, spreading it open to see—what he was sure—was a sexy little hole. How delicious would Szin be riding on his dick? The though made his aching shaft even harder.
A startled squeak—a direct result of the touch— and Szin sat down quickly, the water splashing slightly at his sudden descent. Takeo’s wet hands landed on his shoulders, urging him back. He slid backward until he was settled against that wide, powerfully built chest of Takeo’s. The hard dick poking him in the lower back had him struggling to even out his breathing. He sat stiffly, every muscle in his body tight. When Takeo did nothing, Szin slowly relaxed against Takeo.
“Lean your head back, or you’ll end up with a crick sitting like that. I won’t bit.” Takeo laughed softly; the puff of warm air made Szin shiver. “Well, I do bite, but not yet. Not until I’m buried in your ass and you’re yelling in pleasure. Then I’ll bite. ”
“Oh God.” Szin shuddered in Takeo’s arms, the visual crashing through his mind.
Takeo snorted. “I’d prefer ‘Oh Takeo’.”
Takeo eased one hand up and nudged Szin’s head toward him. Once Szin gave in, he leaned forward just a little and captured Szin’s lips. The kiss was easy, a soft press of lips against each other, a sweet exchange of breath. Takeo kept the kiss light, nibbling at Szin’s lips as one of his hands rested against Szin’s throat.
Szin whimpered in Takeo’s mouth, the barely-there pressure against this throat inflaming him. Such strength gently used against him. His hands lay limp in the water, rising and falling according to the motion of the water bubbling around him from the jets in the tub. Takeo explored his mouth as his other hand caressed his chest. The touch was tender and soothing… and maddening. He wanted… what did he want? His hard-held belief that any relationship between them was wrong was wavering.
Takeo released Szin’s lip, then eased back until his mouth was against Szin’s ear. “Szin?”
Szin quivered at hot breath against his ear.  “Hmm?”
“Raise your hands behind my neck and lock your fingers together.”
Szin’s gut clenched. What Takeo was asking would render him basically helpless. Could he do that? Did he want to do that? The surge in his dick said he did. The hot water had robbed his shaft of some of its hardness, but Takeo’s words had stirred him all over again.
“You can do it, Szin,” Takeo whispered.
A sharp burst of pleasure raced up his spine. Fuck, just fuck. He raised his arms from the water, and clasped his hands behind Takeo’s neck. Who was he kidding? He’d been dreaming of this for years—even before Takeo had bought that damn magazine over, years ago.
“Good.”
Takeo reached for the soap and lathered up. His hands roamed Szin’s chest, washing and caressing. He flicked hard nipples then moved on to another section of skin, his hands never staying in one spot for long. He ran his soapy hands up Szin’s arms, then down his sides. Bubbles floated in the water as he washed every inch of skin he could reach. An occasional moan or soft sigh greeted Takeo as he rinsed the suds off Szin.
Szin closed his eyes, his mind fogged with pleasure, as his body was teased. Then Takeo’s legs shifted under his, drawing him out of his little pleasure-filled world. Szin found his legs on top of Takeo’s. Oh God, he was being spread open. He tensed again as Takeo’s hands dipped lower, trailing down his chest toward his stomach. God, no sooner than he relaxed, Takeo did something that racketed up his nerves all over. This sexual rollercoaster was driving him nuts. Then he gasped loudly when Takeo fisted his erection that bobbed in the water.
“Takeo…” Szin felt the blush that heated his cheeks at the way he moaned Takeo’s name.
“Do you remember that night at the srab? It was right before you turned eighteen.” Takeo pumped Szin’s cock. “You planned to find someone and give your virginity away. Remember?”
“Y-yes.” Szin fought to keep still in Takeo’s arms. He actually remembered more of that night than either Raiden or Takeo knew.
“I stopped you from giving away what is mine.” Takeo rubbed his fangs against Szin’s neck as he jacked Szin’s cock. “I caught you outside. You were drunk—do you remember that?”
“I… ah… I… oh my God…” Szin jerked when Takeo’s thumb teased the opening in his cock. If Takeo didn’t stop that, he was going to come.
Takeo’s forked tongue slithered out and tested the air.  “Yah, you do, don’t you?”
“I-I-I… some of it.” Szin’s body danced as Takeo’s hands and words pushed him closer to coming.
“I blew you that night, Szin. Had you come down my throat. I want that again… want your taste on my tongue. Tell me you want that too.”
“I…”
Takeo leaned forward just enough he could get to…
“Shit!”Szin arched against Takeo’s chest as his hole was rubbed. “Yes, yes… I want your mouth on me! Please, Takeo!”
Takeo had Szin out of the water, dried, and the tub drained before Szin knew what was happening. The primitive side of him wanted to carry Szin to the bedroom and throw his mate on the bed… but he didn’t. Szin was already self-conscious about the difference in their strength. Maybe one day he could, but not today. Instead, he grabbed Szin’s hand and led him. Gently he urged Szin onto the bed, instead of throwing him like he wanted. His reward was Szin lying on the bed—no fighting, no arguing… just beautiful submission. He fervently wanted to cuff Szin, but he resisted. Baby steps were needed, for now. Tonight, at least. For the next couple of hours, at most. Gods.
He lay down opposite Szin, his head near Szin’s groin. He prayed to the Onfre gods, the Ta’Narians gods—hell, he’d throw an Earthling god in for good measure… if only Szin would copy what he was about to do. Takeo heard a muffled gasp then warm lips closed over his cock, and Takeo thanked whatever god happened to be listening.
Szin didn’t have a clue as to what he was doing, but he was certainly enthusiastic. Takeo swallowed Szin’s cock and moaned around the shaft in his mouth as Szin copied his movements. Not happy with the arrangement, he pulled Szin on top of him. The startled gasp around his shaft nearly pushed him over the edge, but he fought his orgasm back.  He slipped his finger in his mouth, wetting it. With Szin occupied with his cock, now was a good time to do a little exploring.
Szin jerked in shock was a wet finger rubbed against his hole. He stiffed, and raised his head. All words were trapped in his throat when Takeo eased the tip of his finger inside his ass. Shivers racked his body as the burn of penetration hit him. Then Takeo curled that long finger and brushed something inside him. Shock waves of pleasure robbed him of words and thoughts. But that was nothing compared to the sharp hit to his ass that send the pleasure soaring out of control. His toes actually curled.
Takeo released Szin’s dick. “Don’t stop.” When nothing happened, he smacked Szin’s ass again. The moan from above him was pure pleasure. “Szin…”
Frantic sucking cut the rest of his sentence off. With a knowing grin, Takeo rubbed Szin’s hot spot. Szin’s body shook and trembled above him, muffled whimpers floated around them. Takeo let his fangs rub against Szin’s dick, and that was it… Takeo’s mouth was flooded with the slightly salty taste of Szin’s seed. Now that Szin had come, he released the strangle hold on his orgasm.
Szin sucked furiously as Takeo came too. The taste was salty, with just a hint of… it damn sure tasted like lime. His head spun. His body, now relaxed, dropped down on top of Takeo, like a puppet with its strings cut.
Takeo rolled them so that Szin’s back was on the bed, and moved around until he could hold Szin in his arms. The stillness was broken by both their heavy breathing.
“Takeo?”
Takeo lifted Szin’s hair and nuzzled his neck. “Hmm?”
“Is it… is it always like that?”
“I’m not inexperienced, Szin. But I can tell you I’ve neverfelt anything like that before.”
Szin bit his lip. Why did the idea that Takeo had other lovers before him make him want to kill something? “Did they… did they…”
“They meant nothing to me. Only you, Szin, matter. But I refuse to do anything to you without first knowing how something would feel, or how it’s done correctly. You will be the one I bite, the one I claim as my mate. And I’ll never touch another male now that you’re here in my arms. I want no other. Never did, actually.”
“Oh…” Szin snuggled closer to the heat at his back. “I can’t share, Takeo.”
Takeo grinned. Did Szin realize what he just admitted to? “Neither can I. Now, go to sleep. We’ll talk more in the morning. You need to rest.”
* * * *
The next morning Szin woke to an empty bed, and something that smelled wonderful. Stomach growling, Szin wondered what Takeo was cooking. After he found some of Takeo clothes that had draw string pants, he stumbled into the bathroom. Moments later he walked back to the bathroom … to furious voices coming from somewhere in the house. TBC~M