Chapter IV

The biggest perk of communal living was that Nate had everything brought to him. He didn't have to cook or clean. His lab, living quarters, and gym were all together. The downside, of course, was that his team and boss knew every intimate detail of his life.

Dani confronted him about Honor.

"She's been spending a lot of time here… You don't have to sneak her in and out. We all know. Why don't you invite her over for movie night so we can meet her?"

He took the next week off to visit Honor in New Orleans.

She assumed he would use the portal like usual, but he usually only stayed the night when he wouldn't be missed. If he vanished for a week without travel plans, the team would get suspicious. Luckily, he had a pilot's license and was spared commercial flight. (Metal detectors hated him.) After his mother passed, Nate liquidated most of her flying business but kept a five-seater that his parents often used to get between New York and Alaska. They divorced, Uncle Alex moved in, Dad married Jean, and the plane wasn't much used after that.

After Jean died, Nate moved in with his dad. Said he was concerned, but Dad had already moved on with Emma. Really, he wanted to be near Honor.

He wished he'd been honest. Seemed like he'd been secretly obsessed with her forever. Even she didn't know. He decided to confess that week – put all his cards on the table.

In New Orleans, they visited stores, restaurants, open-air concerts, and their friend, René. But when Nate tried to kiss her, she got awkward. And at home, among Tess's things, she was cold and distant.

"I don't know!" she snapped when he asked why.

Her house was haunted. This whole damn city was haunted with Tess!

"Let's chill," he said, as if it didn't matter. "Have a beer. Watch Game of Thrones. We don't have to get sexy. That isn't why I came."

She softened. "Really?"

"Did you think we were gonna go at it like rabbits for six days? I like you dressed, too."

Absurd, maybe, but he was a guest in her home. Presumptions would've been rude. So he slept in the guest room and included her quiet little sister in their days. All the while, he maintained a respectful distant. Ironically, they grew closer, filling the nights with deep conversations.

Turned out, things had been strained between 'On and Tess. Honor's extended family had never been supportive of the marriage. Tess was frustrated by her lack of career. She wanted a baby, which Honor could never give her, and had serious doubts about their future. So she took a pilgrimage to her homeland to seek clarity. Honor was devastated. She knew Tess would return seeking a divorce.

Nate shared his own bad news. His life was more than half over. He'd given up on finding a cure for the Virus. Now, he just wanted to live long enough to find a protégé to carry on his work, but he hadn't much hope of that, either. He wasn't afraid to die, exactly, but he very much wanted to live.

Perhaps not surprisingly, although completely unintentional, this emotion bonding led to physically expressing their love. It was bittersweet and sincere – two people finding comfort in each other. He finally knew what he meant to her and therefore felt no pressure to impress her. She would still love him.

Afterwards, she nestled into his chest on the metallic side. Knowing it wouldn't make a good pillow, he tried to move her to his other side. She refused to budge. Her lips kissed the corrupted flesh and his stomach turned. He felt like the Opera Phantom to her prima donna.

"Can you feel this?" she asked, latching onto his steel nipple.

"Please stop."

"Why?"

He fisted her hair and forced her off. "Because you deserve a good-looking lover."

"'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder', my love. Loads of people think I'm fat."

"Loads of people are gonna go blind if they don't hide their opinions better."

"Oh, don't do that!" she said in a tone that sounded very pleased at the idea. "I mean you aren't some random body. This body houses the man I love. And so I adore it."

Love swells in his heart until it could burst. "I don't wanna lose you to Tess. I know what I'm asking… I'm sorry. But I've loved you since the day we met. I thought I was poison for you, but we make each other better. If you gave me the chance, I know I could make you happy."

"Oh, silly man," her voice was shaky and weak. "I can't live without you, either."

With that, the ghost of her wife was banished, and the critical looks from neighbors and acquaintances weren't enough to freeze the kisses on her lips. Honor's little sister was the only exception, and here, Nate happily followed her lead. Poor Bekka was thirteen and probably already knew more than she should've. So he waited until she was sound asleep every night before he crept into Honor's room.

"I wanna try something," Honor said. "Something you've never done before but I know you'll like."

"Okay." On a hunch, he's nervous, but also excited.

She re-appeared with a strap-on and smiled that demonic grin. The faux-phallus was pale pink, five inches long and three fingers wide. The size of it doesn't frighten him as much as the leather which held the unflappable device in place.

"I'm not against it," he said wearily. "But you won't be able to feel anything."

"Use it all the time! I wouldn't do it if I didn't enjoy it."

"Yeah, but… If I'm feeling what you felt, I want you to know how I felt for me. How about I use my telepathy to trick your body into feeling the dildo? Like it's the real deal."

Her face lit up. "I gonna make you come so hard."

She kissed him with power and aggression. If he was lost, she was prepared to show him the way. Their dueling erections met awkwardly until she clamped them together in her hand and thrust. Her other hand poured lubricant on their embracing cocks.

"Roll over," she said.

"'On, I can't – I'm not-"

"I know. Just trust me," she said gently.

He offered his ass, which she massaged adoringly. With a squeeze, she separated his cheeks to glimpse her prize, and then pushed the globes back together. Was his ass always this tight? Or was he nervous? She slapped his bottom. At first, it stung, but the ghost of pleasure stirs in his prostate and he's alarmingly aroused.

She put the dildo along the crack of his ass and rubbed against his puckered little hole, smearing lube. It felt divine, but he knew eventually that "little" thing would be inside him. He see-sawed between desire and terror. She wouldn't take him unprepared, would she? But he wanted it. Would she warn him? How long would the pain last?

He put his chin on the bed and reached between his legs to stroke his erection. She groaned at the sight.

'Yes,' he thought, 'Here it is on a silver platter.'

At last, something brushed against his anus. He refused to flinch or cry out and forced himself to relax.

Panting, Honor forced her phallus into his unyielding body. "Fuck, you want it, don't you? What a good boy. Should've gotten a bigger cock!"

He groaned, embarrassed and proud, and kept his ass high and easily accessed.

She took a few long, deep stabs before she froze. They were immobile together, both lost in this deep taking. He didn't mind. Unimagined pleasure rippled through him as his body adjusted to her uniquely intimate parts buried deep in his. She, on the other hand, is humiliated to be so close. A penis was very different from her usual gear, and she was having a difficult time controlling herself. Nate, oblivious, thought she'd been too patient and pushed back to show he was ready. His mouth chanted 'I love you' but no words were spoken.

"Back up," she said hoarsely. "I wanna feel your balls against me."

It took a while, but he finally got there. He was rewarded when her head fell back and she groaned out. Maybe he was the one bent over, but she was the helpless one.

Finally, she began to thrust – long, slow, deep penetrations that casually brushed his sweet spot. When he came close to climaxing, she suddenly slammed full-hilt and his spine went rod-straight. She fucked rough and recklessly and then, inexplicably, she slowed again and let him build up. Once more, when his release was at hand, she went wild. This time he tried to pull away. With terrifying ease, she manipulated his spine into an awkward position. He could move no way but back, and going backwards meant her brutal dick.

"Where are you going?" she teased. "You're not going anywhere till I'm through with you."

His mutant abilities made him invulnerable, and even without those, he had superior strength. But he let her abuse him. It was thrilling to have someone push his limits. Who else would even dare? Only they could give each other this experience.

She slapped her palms across his cheeks and watched the orbs flush and tremble. Sandwiched between them, his tiny hole clenched nervously at the phallus intruding its space. As her device vanished and reappeared, dragging his tight pucker back and forth like a minnow caught in a current, the spanking continued. Yet his body craved more. More of her. More pain. More pleasure.

She slowed to near non-movement. The sweet, torturous lure was too enticing to resist, and he stroked his erection with impossible vigor. Soft as a whisper, her hand touched the small of his back to remind him to remain open. He spread his knees. So close. God, he's so close! Mercifully, she thrust in and parked, watching affectionately as he sputtered and squirmed. It was the most intense orgasm of his life. His spine snapped like a towel on a clothesline; his legs locked, and his eyes glimpsed heaven.

Like his Stone Age ancestors, he knew his work was complete and greedily chased his next desire: sleep.

"Don't think I'm into dick sex," she told him the next day.

"Good. I'm not really into butt sex."

"Liar! You let me own you and you loved it."

"Yeah, but now my ass feels like a hair brush. Can we just say we did it and move on?"

To Be Continued…