A/N: Seriously. It's not as scary as it sounds. *wink*
One good thing about having both toddlers and a sick old man in their home was that they had similar bedtimes. By midnight, when no one was awake in pain or with a nightmare or wanting a glass of water, Carlisle was relatively certain he and Edward could enjoy a little alone time. He was ravenous for his husband.
He was starved for his sub.
He had his precious boy on his knees in a heartbeat, stripped and bared to him. He knelt behind him, stroking the tips of his fingers up and down Edward's spine, making him shiver and his breath catch. He took Edward's hands, clasped behind his back, and adjusted them so his wrists lined up, one against the other.
Standing, in Edward's view, Carlisle went to their locked chest and spun the code to unlock it. He took out two items, shivering himself at the low, filthy moan that came from his lover's lips when he saw what they were.
Edward met his eyes, watching him as he came back, holding his gaze with lust-dark eyes.
"Something to say, pet?" Carlisle asked as he sunk to his knees behind Edward again.
"No, Daddy." Edward's voice shook the slightest bit as Carlisle worked his wrists into the cuffs, securing them. "Just thinking. It's been a while, and you want to jump into the deep end of the pool."
"Hmm. Making up for lost time." He stroked his back. "But if you want me to stop...go vanilla…"
"No," Edward said quickly. "No. I like your flavor."
"Ohhh." Carlisle nuzzled at Edward's neck and dragged his teeth along the skin there. "That's one idea." He kissed a line to his ear. "But you're going to have to wait on that, little boy." He took hold of Edward's hair, yanking his head back just enough to make him gasp. "Bend forward. Get your ass in the air and spread your legs wide for me."
"Yes, Daddy."
Carlisle sat back on his haunches, watching and reveling in the sight. Edward's strong shoulders; the curve of his back as he bent forward, especially the small of his back—he did so love that spot. The double swell of his ass. Edward settled in the position he'd requested with an incredible amount of grace given that his arms were secured behind his back. He rested his cheek on the soft rug and spread his legs.
Bending over him, Carlisle rained a trail of kisses down his back. He reached between his legs, cupping his hot balls and tickling his shaft so Edward's body arched ever so slightly up. He kept his touch feather light, teasing.
Only after some minutes of these soft caresses, when Edward's breath was only ever so slightly ragged, did Carlisle reach for the second toy. He drew it along Edward's back, letting him feel the coolness of the metal against his skin. "Oh, god," Edward muttered.
The second toy Carlisle had taken out of the box was an anal hook. Shiny and smooth, it wasn't quite as scary as the name implied. The majority of it was a straight rod meant to fall along the line of Edward's spine. There was a circle at the long end which could be secured to any number of fun things. The hook, rather than pointed and sharp, had a good sized, metal ball.
"Last chance, baby boy." Carlisle ran the ball along Edward's crack. "There's nothing wrong with vanilla."
"I can take whatever you give me. I want whatever you give me."
Now it was Carlisle who groaned. He was lucky. He was so damn lucky.
He bent again and teased the edge of Edward's asshole with the tip of his tongue. Edward made such delicious sounds in the back of his throat—high pitched sounds that left Carlisle straining at his pants. He had to remind himself to keep focused; he had plans.
To that end, he pulled back, smirking when Edward whimpered. He put a healthy amount of lube on the ball of the hook and pressed it to Edward's ass. Edward groaned, pressing back, and Carlisle held his breath as he watched the ball disappear.
Carefully, he guided the length of the hook deep inside Edward's body until the long part was flush against him, traveling from his crack midway up his back. Then, he unhooked a link that hung from the binds and secured it ot the loop at the end.
With a hand at his elbow, Carlisle guided Edward upright. He rubbed his back, letting him get used to the way the movement of his arms drove the ball inside him. "Okay, little one?"
Edward's eyes were closed, his head tilted back. He blinked sporadically and nodded. "I'm good. I'm so good."
Carlisle stood and moved around him. He cupped a hand under Edward's chin, tilting his head up to look at him. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, running his fingers through his hair. "Look at you, all trussed up for me." He ran a thumb over his full lips, moist from where he'd licked them. "I don't know how to use you first."
Kneeling, Carlisle took Edward's face in his hands and kissed him. It was a chaste kiss at first, calming. Carlisle kissed his boy sweetly until his breath had evened out and his body relaxed. Then, he ran his tongue along Edward's bottom lip, asking rather than demanding entrance. Edward was, of course, more than happy to oblige. He opened his mouth and met Carlisle's tongue eagerly.
Carlisle ran his hands again through Edward's hair. This time, he took it in a rough grip, holding tightly as his lips and tongue worked him as though he was fucking his mouth. His free hand followed the line of the bar as it rested against Edward's skin, and he teased Edward's entrance with the tip of one finger.
It had the desired effect. Edward pressed up into his kiss and writhed against the sensation of Carlisle's finger at his pucker. He moaned into Carlisle's mouth as the movements tugged at the ball inside him. It was, Carlisle knew, an exquisite edge of pleasure and pain. Not comfortable, but all the more titillating because of it.
When Edward was well and thoroughly worked up again, Carlisle stood. Edward leaned forward, his lips still parted and moist. His expression was momentarily bereft until his movement jarred the hook and he shuddered. Carlisle took his chin roughly in one hand, tilting his head up again and releasing his straining cock from its confines.
Edward didn't have to be told what to do. He took Carlisle's cock in his mouth eagerly. Carlisle's eyes rolled back as he was enveloped in wet heat. He kept a hand on the back of Edward's head, guiding the pace. He pressed Edward's head closer, feeling the head of his cock push against the back of his throat.
As he anticipated, Edward naturally rose just a bit to meet each thrust. He had a habit of getting too eager and wriggly when he didn't have the use of his hands, as though he were trying to make up for it by involving his body. It worked for Carlisle. He did none of the work of driving Edward out of his mind and got a vigorous blow job anyway.
Edward hollowed out his cheeks, creating a tight suction, and Carlisle was undone. His hips jerked, and he gripped Edward's hair tightly as he spasmed in blissful release. Even when he let go, wondering if his shaky legs were going to hold him, Edward licked along his cock with slow strokes, cleaning him up. Carlisle shuddered and moaned at the sensation of wet tongue on sensitive skin.
What a beautiful sight his boy made, kneeling there. His eyes were lust-dark, his skin flushed pink and red, his lips parted, plump, and gleaming. Carlisle cupped his cheek, caressing him briefly before he sunk to his knees. He kissed Edward with a sweet, soft peck and then moved around him, pulling him back so they were flush again.
Edward groaned long and almost too-loud as Carlisle reached around him, trailing his fingertips in nonsensical patterns everywhere except where he was wanted most. "Daddy," Edward panted. "Daddy please."
And Carlisle couldn't make him wait another moment. He took Edward's cock in his hand and stroked even as he pressed love-bites along his shoulder. Edward threw his head back, arching, letting out a chorus of increasingly frantic, guttural, "Ahh, ahh, ahhh!"
Carlisle clapped a hand over his mouth, feeling the vibration of Edward's screams as his whole body jerked. It was an incredible sight, and when it was over, Edward sagged back against him, spent and breathless.
For minutes, Carlisle merely held his boy, kissing him gently at the temple. When he was sure he could, he guided him back onto his knees, smiling at the look on his husband's face—sleepy, far-away bliss. He busied himself undoing Edward's binds and easing the hook out of his ass. He stroked him and wiped him down.
Done with that duty, he gathered his pliant boy in his arms, bringing his back against his chest. Carlisle rocked him and rode the high with him. He murmured sweet things against his ear and kissed his hair. He ran his hands in gentle circles around Edward's chest, telling him how good he was, how perfect.
"I wonder if you know, little one, just how much you own me," Carlisle murmured.
"I'm yours," Edward whispered—the first words he'd had the energy to utter in nearly half an hour.
"I know, and I'm so lucky." Carlisle pressed his palm over Edward's heart, feeling its erratic rhythm slow. "Okay, baby?"
Edward hummed, sounding dreamy. He tilted his head, and Carlisle took that as invitation to kiss and nip at his neck. Edward sighed—a sound of perfect contentment.
Another few minutes of petting and soft whispers went by before Edward could move. When he did, he turned his head and nuzzled Carlisle's cheek. "What time is it?"
"Almost two." A different kind of pleasure permeated the warm bubble they'd retreated into. Carlisle ducked his head and hid a grin against Edward's shoulder, knowing exactly why he'd asked.
"Guess what."
"What?"
Edward touched his cheek with a reverent caress. "We have officially kept three tiny humans alive for three years."
"Three years." Carlisle shook his head and grinned, resting his cheek against Edward's. He thought of all the things that were and what could have been. He thought of the two sweet children they'd lost before their terrors had come along, and all the things they'd been through together.
Carlisle got to his feet, bringing Edward with him. They walked, arm in arm, to their bed, letting go of each other only long enough for Edward to slip into his sleep pants lest their rambunctious children catch them unawares in the morning. They lay together and kissed until they fell asleep, hands twined between them.
~0~
"This is certainly an...interesting assortment of friends you have."
Carlisle paused a moment, reminding himself to be patient before he turned to glance at his father. There was a look on William's face he was only too familiar with—a slight cock to his eyebrow and his lips turned down in disapproval. "What's wrong with my friends?" he asked, pleased when his tone came out almost conversational.
"They're a strange choice for a children's birthday party."
Carlisle relaxed slightly at that. "I'm sure there will be plenty of birthdays with all kinds of children running around after they're in school. Right now the kids are fine with a family-only birthday party. That's who these people are to them—family."
William made a vaguely disgruntled noise. "As though they don't have blood family."
Carlisle's jaw went taut, but he swallowed hard before he answered. "You're here now."
"And Edward's parents?"
Even now, so many years later, Carlisle's insides clenched. He had to remind himself that his children were right in front of him, and no one could take them away the way Edward's parents had once destroyed the first family they'd tried to make. "Do we really have to have this conversation here?" he asked, voice tight as he watched his children run between all the people who loved them.
William grunted but stayed silent. For almost a whole minute. "I can see, though, how easy it is to abandon your faith with friends like these."
Carlisle gave an exasperated sigh. "What does that mean, Dad?"
"They're fun, and they reinforce your beliefs. The righteous road is often rough. Demanding. Worthwhile in the end of days, but harder."
Carlisle crossed his arms to hide his clenched fists. "I am who I am. The church never had a kind thing to say about anyone who didn't fit a specific mold. Your old parish would have me believe I'm going to hell simply because my spouse, whom I am endlessly devoted to and who has been good to you, Dad, has the same genitalia as I do. And these people"—he swept a hand over the small crowd in his backyard—"will be joining mge in burning flames because they accept and love me. That's the thing the church never got right. Not understanding people isn't an excuse to condemn them. No one here is wrongbecause they're different from you anymore than following the model set out by a book that was written before we even knew the Earth was round makes anyone right."
"I've already told you. There were a lot of things I disagreed with. My parish got many things wrong. A true Christian—"
"Can we please not go there today?" Carlisle ran a hand over his eyes. "I can't tell you how sick I am of hearing 'they're not real Christians.' Yes, they are. They're a part of your belief system, and that's something you get to deal with; I don't have to. There's something in that book that gave them a reason to hate me and gave you a reason to find me lacking even now. That you can look at all I have—my family, my friends, my community, my work—and still tell me I'm missing the point…" He shook his head, taking a deep breath. "My friends didn't enable me. I read the damn book. I heard every one of your sermons. I disagree. If God wants to punish me on judgment day for living a good life, well… Just don't try and call him benevolent. Not in front of me, because I'm not buying it."
Carlisle walked away from him then and waded back into the crowd. He smiled when Esme approached him. She'd obviously seen him with his father and so put a comforting hand to his back and kissed his cheek. Carlisle let her touch soothe him. He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and when he opened them, he reassessed.
Every single person in his yard was beautiful in their own way—kind, good people despite their proclivities and with whom they chose to share their beds. His children were over-the-moon. They were healthy and happy, well protected and well loved.
Across the lawn, he met Edward's eyes and shivered at the smile his husband gave him.
If his father, and his father's faith were right, hell would be such a small price to pay for everything he had.
A/N: SO! How is everyone? :) If I sent anyone down the rabbit hole looking up anal hooks… Well, I hope you had fun with that. Hehehehe.
