Call the Coroner (Staniel, #1)

by Avril Ashton

Daniel grunted, immersing himself in giving his lover pleasure. His blood pounded in his ears with every dip and drag of his tongue. Between his legs, he throbbed.

Wanting. Needing. Panting, breathing taking a backseat to sucking. Teeth grazing hard enough for Stavros to grab onto his hair and pull, yanking him off. “Goddamn it.” He trembled against Daniel’s touch. “I’m gonna co...

“But not yet. Not now.” He held himself, brought his crown to Daniel’...

Hesitation was nowhere in Daniel’s vocabulary where Stavros was concerned. He followed the command and watched as his saliva made a slow trek down the length of Stavros’ s...

He started at the base, tip of his stiffened tongue catching that saliva as he slid up. Up. Then took the fl...

“Shit. Fuck that mouth.” His language got even filthier during sex. “God.” He shoved Daniel’s face into his pubes. “Let me fuck that mouth. Yes.” He made a sound, an inhale with his mouth open, but his teeth clenched. A long, drawn out hiss.

Breath locked off. Eyes watered. His entire body tensed.

But Daniel kept his wet eyes open, on Stavros. Eager for more. Taking whatever Stavros gave. Loving it. He was surrounded by him. In his throat. His mouth. His nostrils. Stavros was everywhere.

One thrust and he was gagging, throat rebelling. Choking. But Stavros held him still, fistful of hair in his grip. Eyes glittering as he star...

Hard. Fucking his mouth. Using him. Hands on Stavros’ flexing ass, Daniel met him thrust for thrust. He dangled on the edge, Stavros’ control of his body and his pleasure a potent turn on. He throbbed everywhere, the need to explode sitting heavy and hot at the base of his spine. Still, he pushed it as...

on the edge, Stavros’ control of his body and his pleasure a potent turn on. He throbbed everywhere, the need to explode sitting heavy and hot at the base of his spine. Still, he pushed it aside. Too enamored with...

Until his lover pulled out. Saliva dripped down Daniel’s chin as he watched Stavros sit at the edge of the bed and stroke himself. “Crawl to it.”

Daniel’s hand went to his own erection, squeezing the base. His entire body threatened to erupt with every command Stavros issued. Arousal had him weak, but not too weak to crawl the short distance to Stavros. Not too weak to settle between his spread knees and press his face to his groin. Fingers sifted through his hair, pushing him down. Down.

Stavros leaned back. His legs went up, heels pressing to the edge of the bed. He offered up himself. Daniel took.

Every tremor Daniel felt. Every vibration. Every cry from Stavros’ lips he loved.

“D-Daniel.” Stavros twisted away from him. “Jesus fuck, I could sit on your tongue all day.”

“Mouth.” Stavros sat up. “Give me your mouth.” Daniel squinted. “What—” A hand around his throat hauled him upright, and he found himself on top of Stavros on the bed.

Hands framing his face, eyes fierce, Stavros growled, “I want your tongue in my mouth.”

Daniel blinked at him. Stavros licked his chin. Then his tongue climbed higher. “You put your mouth on me, I put my mouth on you.” He traced Daniel’s bottom li...

“You eat my ass like that?” Stavros panted against him, cock pressing hard against Daniel’s belly. “You eat my ass and make me forget my fucking name?” He closed his eyes, breath shuddering out onto Daniel. “Damn it, Daniel.” “Diablo.”

“I want inside you. I need to come, and I’m doing it inside you.” He touched Daniel’s nose. “You understand me?”

He smiled. “I understand you.” “Good.” Stavros rolled out from under him. “Spread it.” Daniel did. Right there on his back, thighs apart and knees to his chest. Stavros settled above him, chest heaving, jaw tight, eyes wild as he grabbed the lube and slicked himself up. The...

And Stavros took, smooth cock head at his entrance, pushing in. Breaching him. They inhaled as one. The pain was there, always the pain. But Dios, every inch of Stavros filled Daniel up. Slowly. Torturously slow.

Bottomed out. Daniel wrapped his right leg around Stavros’ waist, ankle resting at the base of his spine. Urging him on. His lover broke the kiss long enough to whisper, “I love you.” The he reared back, slammed in, and they were off to the races.

Fire ate at him, racing down the length of his spine.

“God.” Stavros shuddered, eyes narrowed to slits. Arousal turned his face to the fiercest grimace. “Fucking you is— I can’t breathe when you squeeze me like that.” He released Daniel’s leg to touch his cheek. “Feels like I’m dying.”

“Ungh.” Daniel had nothing left. Spent. All used up. But then teeth sank into his chest, above his heart. Heat flooded him as Stavros released, and somehow Daniel was pulling at the sheets again.

“Diablo.” When Stavros turned his head to look at him, Daniel smiled. Even sweaty, face red from all that exertion, lips swollen, he was still the most captivating man Daniel had ever seen. “I love you.”

“S-Sorry.” Daniel tried to touch him, but his hands were too heavy. Too cold. “Sorry.” “No. No,” Stavros yelled. Agony and panic filled his eyes. “You don’t get to leave. You don’t get to leave.”

But he couldn’t stay. “I won’t forgive you. Daniel, please.”

He didn’t want to go. He wanted endless forevers with the man kneeling in his blood. He wanted more lovemaking. More of Stavros swearing. He wanted life. To live. But death didn’t care. Death had come knocking. “Don’t make me do this without you....

Breaking his heart. “Please. Please.” He didn’t want to leave. But the doors were already ki...

would he know the man he loved was alive? “Here.” Someone nudged his shoulder and

“Family of Daniel Hernandez?” The red-headed nurse’s white clogs squeaked on the floor, and still Stavros hadn’t heard her approach. At her question, he jumped to his feet, along with Toro. “I’m his nephew,” Toro told her. “And I’m his husband.” To his credit, Toro didn’t even blink.

“It’s too soon to say, sir. I hope your husband is a fighter.” She patted his arm and walked off. Fuck yeah, he was a fighter.

The sadness in Toro’s eyes pulled at Stavros, making him realize he wasn’t the only one hurting. Wasn’t the only one scared. “He’s a fighter,” he repeated as he hugged Toro. “He’s the dirtiest fucking fighter, too. He’ll be fine.”

But the sight of him so still yanked away Stavros’ equilibrium, and he fell to his knees. “You wake up.” The words were wet, tripping over each other as they poured out his mouth. “Wake up, and come back to me.” He grasped the bed rail, holding himself up when grief would’ve laid him flat. “She can’t have you. I need you—” His voice broke. “I need you more.” Head bowed, he slid his fingers over Daniel’s. “I need you more.”

“I’m a busy man,” he said above Kerry’s shrill screams. “This isn’t where either of us wants to be. Why don’t we change that? Tell me who hired you.” “They’ll kill my family, man!” Tears and snot mixed with the dried blood on Kerry’s face and fell in crimson drops down his chin. “That sounds like a you problem.”

The son of a bitch chuckled. “You think I care about you or your faggot ways?” He leaned toward the door. “Guard. Guard, get me out of here.” “No. You get to stay. You haven’t asked me the identity of the man I love.” He stood and walked around, standing behind Antonio’s chair. And Stavros unbuckled his belt. “Guard! Guard!” “The cameras are off. The guards are gone.” He looped the belt around Antonio’s neck, wrapped both ends in his fist and pulled. “Ask me the name of the man I love.”

Choking him while he gasped for air. Until his face turned purple and his movements ceased. Then he eased up. Antonio lurched forward, coughing. “Ask me,” Stavros snarled. He grabbed him by the hair, yanked him backward. “Ask me his name.” “Wha-what—” “Daniel Nieto.” Stavros whispered it against Antonio’s forehead. “The name

of the man I love. Daniel Nieto.” He pushed a stiff Antonio away and put back on his belt before retaking his seat. “You’re a liar.” Antonio brought his bound hands up to clutch his throat, still panting.

“Fuck you,” Antonio spat. “You know nothing.” “I know him.” He smiled. “I know the way he sleeps, with one eye open. I know how much he loves chorizo and eggs with coffee sweet enough to put you in a coma in the mornings. I know when he’s tired or sad just by his touch. I know he can’t sing for shit, but I watched him sing to your mother as she died in his arms. He’s fucking mine.” He pounded his chest. “You think I’ll let you get away with this shit? With betraying him when he’s done nothing but love his family to his own detriment?”

“You don’t get to leave.” The words shook, pain and anger most potent as they tumbled past Stavros’ lips. He stalked Daniel in the narrow bed. “You don’t get to fucking make me love you then leave me behind.” “Stav.” He caught the bags under Stavros’ eyes. The strain around his mouth. His unkempt hair. “Perdón.” “Fuck.” Stavros fell on him. Carefully, though. Cupping Daniel’s face with cold, trembling hands. “You died. You died. You died!” He spun away then faced Daniel just as quickly. “Twice I watched you stop breathing.” His breaths were labored, agony bleeding from his eyes. Dripping from his words. “Twice I watched your heart stop.” “Stavros.” Daniel reached out a hand for him. Stavros caught it. Clinging tight.

Stavros inhaled. “God.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry.” He came apart then. It started in his eyes and worked its way down until a choking sound fell from his lips. Bending over, he gasped for breath. “Se agápo.” He shook against Daniel. “I love you.”

“We could be in a room filled with people, you’d still have me to yourself.”

“I live to die for you. I am here to die for you.”

“Family is you.”