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Chapter 2 – Impossible

"Make me come," Sebastian heard the gorgeous Porcelain Angel beneath him whisper breathlessly. He smiled at that and seized Red's lips in a passionate kiss, finally undoing the button on those skinny jeans. He eased the zipper down and started to move those pants off of Red's hips kissing his way down until he could remove the pants. He didn't stop until Red was nude before him. He paused then to take in the sight of his lover's body. "God you're gorgeous," he said in an awed tone, and it was true. Sebastian had never seen anyone quite as beautiful as the boy beneath him, but then again Sebastian had never had this kind of dream before, the kind of dream that would be imprinted on his heart.

Red blushed scarlet because there was such sincerity in the words. Sebastian could see how shy and uncertain the boy was. He was something different, something special that should be treasured and admired as such, but somehow Sebastian felt like that had not been the case. At that moment, Sebastian vowed, no matter what, that he would make Red believe his words even if it took him all eternity. Red's hands were flying to his chest as he tried to cover it and hide. He wondered what the people in Red's life had done to make him feel the need to cover up. It was a sin to hide such beauty, in Sebastian's estimation. He gently batted Red's hands away. "None of that, you are gorgeous and you needn't be shy. Let me enjoy the sexiness that is your body," he purred.

The boy beneath him flushed scarlet again, but removed his hands upon request. Though, he was still very rigid and nervous. Not for long. Sebastian would change all that. He settled between Red's legs bending his head slowly until his tongue was in reach of Red's balls. He started licking them slowly lavishing them with attention for a good while before licking along that prominent vein to the head of Red's cock.

Red tensed up as a wave of pleasure coursed through him. He fisted his hands in the sheets, in that red silk cape, as Sebastian worked his cock over to the point of where it was standing up at proud attention and so hard that it was almost painful. He was whimpering and writhing by then pushing his hips up against Sebastian's fingertips. Fingertips that were anchored to his waist to keep it firmly pinned to the bed. "Please," Red begged. "Oh please."

Sebastian smirked again. "Please what?" he asked, pausing just long enough to ask the question. He kept attending to that achingly hard arousal, but slowly, teasingly. He waited for Red's response watching him carefully. There was something so beautiful and sexy about this boy and Sebastian didn't know what it was but far be it from him to not appreciate sexy when he had it in front of him.

"Oh...Please...I need..." Red's pleading, breathless words fluttered into Sebastian's ear and the smirk on his face widened.

"Do you need to come, Red?" Sebastian inquired his voice sexy and teasing. "It's okay. Come for me. Let go Red. Let me pleasure you," he coaxed, wrapping his lips around the sensitive head of Red's cock. He sucked hard and slow sinking down to take as much as he could into his mouth before beginning to suck in earnest.

"Please don't let me fall," Red gasped out suddenly against the sensation and it was a ridiculous sentence, but for a brief second Sebastian stilled, his heart stopping and then starting again. For a boy who lived in the shadows, a boy whose father wished he was invisible, to be seen and needed like this tore at his very soul. For one thing that no one really knew about Sebastian Smythe, he was not made of steel and stone. "I'm...I'm so close," Red's strangled words bring his attention back to the task at hand. He was quite skilled with his mouth on a number of levels, after all.

Right before Red tensed, Sebastian paused long enough to say, "come for me." Before devouring Red once again, sucking and drinking down that come. After he'd sucked Red through what looked to have been a very intense orgasm, Sebastian licked him clean and moved back up Red's body. His emerald eyes focus on Red's face and he sees the tears caught in the other boys eyes. Gently he wiped them away. "You okay, Red?" he asked.

Red shook his head 'no' and turned it away so Sebastian could no longer see those intense unearthly blue eyes. He framed the boys face and those eyes turned to lock with his own. His chest rose and fell erratically. He'd never felt so connected to another human being in his life and this wasn't even real. It was just a dream. Then the words fall from Red's lips that stop his racing heart in its tracks, softer than a whisper so he isn't even sure if he heard them. "Take me. I'm yours." There was such vulnerability in the gaze like the boy was sure that Sebastian would refuse or cast him away. It broke something in Sebastian and he was powerless to do anything but wrap the boy in his embrace inhaling deeply as the scent of vanilla surrounded him. "Can I undress you?" Red asked hesitantly making Sebastian's heart race again.

Granted there wasn't a lot to undress. His sneakers were already gone all that was left was the torn khaki pants and his black silk boxers. He climbed off of Red and stood up next to the bed. Red sat down on the edge of the bed, Sebastian between his legs. Red's eyes were just about level with Sebastian's bellybutton. A butterfly kiss was placed there that drew a shudder from Sebastian. This boy wasn't just interested in fucking Sebastian. On the contrary, he was loving Sebastian slowly and that, that was tearing Sebastian apart.

Red reached for the belt on Sebastian's khakis undoing it and then sliding the zipper down before he popped the button. Sebastian's pants slid from his slim hips easily and pooled at his feet. He stepped out of them kicking them so they caught and wound around one leg of the bed. It was hard to stand there and just let Red undress him. He just wanted to pin Red and do wicked things to him with the way he was pushing buttons in that slow pace, but they could get to more fun stuff if he was naked, so Sebastian let it go. He liked the attentive way Red worked though. There was something sexy about that level of... care?

Red reached for Sebastian again tugging on him as he lay back down on the pillows. Sebastian got the hint and lay on top of Red covering him. He nibbled on Red's neck relishing the taste of him again as Red's soft vanilla scent curled around him. "Help me," Red whispered in his ear as he put his hesitant hands Sebastian's hips right over the waistband of the black silk boxers.

"With pleasure," Sebastian answered lifting his hips off of Red momentarily to remove the only garment now between them. He retrieved the lube and condoms from his nightstand drawer, and then covered every inch of Red's body with every inch of his own.

"Your heart," Red said breathlessly. "It's beating so fast." Sebastian couldn't bring himself to tell the boy that the reason was that he'd never ever had anyone care this much about his feelings before, during, or after sex. No one had seen him before, not really, not until this night and this boy. The tragedy was that maybe, maybe this boy was nothing more than a figment of Sebastian's imagination. "Touch me," Red urged him.

Sebastian started by kissing the inside of Red's thigh. Nipping it slowly and marking Red before opening the bottle of lube and generously coating his fingers. He began with one finger, massaging around that tight ring of muscle before starting to slip it in. Red gasped in response as mercurial orbs flew open and focused on Sebastian's emerald ones. "You okay?" Sebastian caught himself asking, caught himself caring.

"Fine," the answer was more than a little strangled. "I've…I've never done this before," Red reminded him.

"It's just a dream," Sebastian told him. "You can do anything in your dreams," he smiled then and captured Red's lips on impulse. The kiss was on fire, sizzling with passion. Red responded beautifully. There was really nothing he liked better than an expressive lover. That way you knew what you were doing right and what wasn't so good. You could tailor the pleasure to be someone's undoing if you knew their actions and reactions well enough. There was something about this beautiful Porcelain Angel beneath him, the way the reactions just permeated the boy's entire being was just so hot.

Sebastian worked that single digit within for a good long while before adding a second and began to slowly stretch and the boy beneath him with scissoring movements. Red moaned and whimpered in response. Sebastian added the third finger and began to seek out Red's prostate. When he found what he was looking for, Red screamed out in pleasure fisting his hands in the sheets beneath as his hips writhe hopelessly trying to recreate that feeling. Sebastian plunged his fingers in again, and Red arched into the plunge. With each plunge, Red become more and more unstable. "Please," he begged Sebastian whimpering. "Please...Please...Oh...Oh...Yes."

Once Red was worked up and ready, Sebastian opened a condom wrapper with his teeth and used one hand to get it on and then get himself lubed up. He kept teasing Red's prostate while he shifted to get into position. "Are you ready for me to take you, Red?" Sebastian asked. He was so beyond ready but he wanted his lover's reaction.

"Please...Please take me," Red was begging Sebastian by now. Sebastian slipped his fingers out of Red's tightness and pressed himself against that opening. He took a breath and as he slowly released it he began to ease inside Red. He was so tight and so hot that it was driving Sebastian crazy with desire. Once he reached a certain point, he snapped his hips, burying himself to the hilt inside of Red. He held that position, waiting for his heart to stop hammering quite so hard and waiting for Red to become accustomed to the sensation. When those sinful hips rolled, the game was on again. This time Sebastian's movements were slower, careful, and precise. Then systematically Sebastian began to try various things to see what made his partner fall apart the prettiest.

Gradually, Sebastian increased the pace pulling out and then pushing into Red to leave him breathless and hypersensitive and needing release after release to come back down. He would pursue Red's pleasure with a single-minded focus. He was intent on creating such a pleasurable experience that it ruined Red for other boys. "Oh...Fuck," Red cried out breathlessly as he dug his nails into the Sebastian's back matching the boy stroke for stroke. The pace was almost like a dance. As Sebastian plunged deeper into him, Red wrapped his long legs around Sebastian's waist trailing his feet along the back of the Sebastian's legs as he panted and moaned with each precise stroke that the man delivered.

Sebastian enjoyed the way his lover's nails dug into his back. He loved the sounds Red was making. Sebastian knew he was pushing all the right buttons and that was so fucking hot. There was something about the way they moved together - it was fluid, had a rhythm unlike anything Sebastian was used to. They seemed well matched, in tune with each other - a rarity to be savored and enjoyed. The sensation of Red's legs around him, driving him deeper was heady. Sebastian finally found Red's prostate willing the boy to come undone beneath him. "I'm so close," Red panted desperately moving his hips seeking more friction.

Oh yeah, that was the stuff. The panting and the moaning and the grinding were beautiful. The way they just perfectly matched rhythm was glorious. Sebastian moaned at the panted 'so close.' He was pretty fucking close himself. "Come for me Red," Sebastian commanded his voice low and sexy. He redoubled his efforts focusing on that perfect angle that allowed his cock to drag against Red's prostate on both the stroke in and the stroke out. Then, the world exploded as Red's orgasm hit and his partner clenched around him. The feeling of nails biting into Sebastian's biceps and the clench around him brought Sebastian over the edge. He came hard, moaning loudly, panting, and clinging just as hard to Red as Red was clinging to him.

Sebastian woke with a start dripping in sweat. His fingers were knotted in silk. He flicked on the nightlight and stilled in surprise. His hands were knotted in Red's riding hood. He brought the hood up to his nose and inhaled deeply – vanilla. In that moment, Sebastian found it very difficult to breathe. It wasn't possible. Was it? It was then that Sebastian remembered the words of his favorite detective. "If you remove the impossible, whatever is left, no matter how improbable, must be true," Sebastian whispered to the empty space and his own aching heart.