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feeling raw and empty.
Trick's hands slid over his shoulders and pulled him against
the now-naked abdomen, his Sweets caressing his back, his
neck, fingers sliding gently through his hair. "I'm sorry, baby-
boy."
"Not your fault." He buried his face in the soft skin, letting
his hot tears fall silently.
Trick pushed him back onto the bed, following him down
and licking away his tears. Nimble fingers undid the button
and zipper on his pants, working them off. Bast just relaxed,
letting Trick care for him, letting Trick touch him. Letting Trick
love him.
After pulling off his pants Trick moved him into the middle
of the bed, hands and lips and tongue moving over him with
warm, gentle caresses. He was warm and floating, not
thinking about anything but his lover and how right and sweet
and good it felt between them.
Trick spread his legs, lifted them so his ankles rested on
the warm shoulders and then he was entered. One long, firm
thrust after another filled him, sending him flying. Trick
leaned forward, bending him almost double, the new angle
finding the hard cock stroking against his prostate with every
thrust. Trick's lips found one of his nipples, tugging on it.
"Oh, my Trick. My sweet love. Yes, please." He was
babbling, soft, gentle words of love and encouragement and
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sheer fucking pleasure. "I need you, Trick. Want you. Need
you so."
"I love you, Bast." The words were soft against his skin.
One of Trick's hands slid around his head, pulling him
down until his face was pressed against Trick's neck. "Feed,
baby-boy. Take what you need."
"My love." He whispered the words against Trick's skin
before he bit down, drinking deeply, letting the sweet rush of
Trick inside him soothe him.
Trick's scream was more of a sob, cock shoving deep, seed
filling him even as Trick's blood did. Bast came with a cry,
suckling softly, tears pouring down his face as he relaxed. He
slowly closed the wound, sucking and licking at Trick's skin.
Trick shifted, gently sliding from his body, moving his legs
down, fingers massaging his thighs. Lips closed over his, the
kiss deep, but so soft, Trick's tongue like a butterfly in his
mouth. Then Trick was leaning over him, looking down at him
and stroking his cheek, fingers wiping away tears. "I love
you."
"I love you. I didn't mean to hurt them, Trick. I don't
understand." He tried to smile, tried for light and easy-going.
"You'd think after seven hundred years I'd get better at
making friends."
Trick kissed him. "They don't understand, baby-boy. And
they're jealous of what we have."
"I can't blame them, I guess." Bast reached up and
nuzzled his throat. "There's nothing like you, Sweets.
Nothing."
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Trick chuckled. "I think they're jealous of me of what you
give me."
"Give you? You feed me. You love me. You make me
laugh. You make love to me like no one else." Bast kissed his
throat, tears sliding down the back of his throat. "You came
back for me."
"Oh, baby-boy..." Trick made a soft noise and buried his
head in Bast's neck, holding on tight.
Bast snuggled close. "Let's go on a vacation. To the beach.
Margaritas and nightclubs and sand. Give the guys a chance
to cool off."
Trick laughed. "You want to go to the beach?"
"Well, yeah! I love to swim in the ocean!"
His Sweets continued to chuckle. "Oh, come on you've
got to admit it's funny. Beaches and sun kind of go together,
you know?"
Bast cackled. "Okay, okay. The mountains?"
If anything that made Trick laugh even harder. "You
roughing it!" More laughter, Trick's breath huffed against his
neck, warm and tickling. "Come on, tell me your perfect
vacation wouldn't be spending the entire thing in a five star
hotel suite with your every pleasure catered to you?"
"Oh, I could so handle that! Vegas? Dallas? Boston? You
pick a place and I'll rent a car." Bast grinned. "Can you
drive?"
Trick raised his head, grinning down at him. "You're
serious, aren't you?"
Bast nodded. "Yeah. You got other plans?"
Trick's face grew serious. "I think I can clear my calendar."
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"Then let's go." Bast nodded. "You pick a city and we'll go
play."
"Anywhere? Las Vegas has always sounded like fun. We
could gamble away all your money all night and make love all
day."
Bast nodded and reached for his laptop. They needed this,
needed a vacation, needed laughter and swimming pools and
room service. "We can leave tomorrow. Want to fly or drive?"
Trick bounced on the bed next to him. "I've never flown."
"I don't do it often, but it's cool. How long shall we go?
Two weeks?" Trick's enthusiasm was contagious, wonderful
it made him feel excited and alive.
"That sounds great! Can I play the slots? And pretend to
be James Bond at the baccarat tables?"
"Anything you want, Sweets." Bast made a few more
arrangements and leaned over to give Trick a long kiss. "We
leave tomorrow night. Cab picks us up at nine p.m. Wanna go
shopping for luggage?"
"I'd rather go shopping for stuff to put into the luggage.
Sparkles for you and black for me you can be my bond girl."
Trick kissed him and laughed. "You have the best ideas."
"Yes. You're inspiring." Bast stood, heading for the
bathroom to shower. "Come on, lover. Let's get cleaned up
and we'll go shopping."
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Chapter Twenty Three
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