The much anticipated chapter :D

Mirror xxxx

Tonight we're gonna do somethin' different
Tonight we're gonna touch a little different
I'm gonna wait on you hand and foot, like the king you are, baby
Just lay back and I'll show you the way

The door clicked quietly behind them.

For a few seconds, neither of them said anything. Syed raised his eyes to see Christian and smiled, happiness radiating from his body and hitting Christian in waves.

"Come here!" Christian said finally, and Syed rushed to him like a five year old runs to their dad, and flung his arms around his neck.

Christian's arms slid around Syed and squeezed him tight.

"Sye. Oh Sye, I've missed you so much..."

"I've missed YOU," Syed smiled into his neck.

"This...you..." Christian leant back and held Syed's shoulders to have a proper look at him. "You're sure you're fine now?"

"Of course I am." Syed looked at Christian, unable to stop grinning, and at that moment, Christian knew the truth...

Syed was back.

Syed's hand snaked down and grabbed Christian. Interlocking their fingers, he pulled the man closer towards him, and whispered in his soft, sweet voice.

Christian's eyes widened. "We don't have to," he shook his head in a feeble attempt to convince himself. "Not yet Syed. We can give it some time."

Syed smiled and his eyes glittered flirtatiously. "I don't want to wait."

Christian opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Syed still how the power to render him speechless, to silence him with just one word, just one look.

He made no attempt to resist as he was led to their bedroom, but once they'd got there, he raised a questioning eyebrow at Syed. One final chance to let him back out.

Syed nodded, self-assured, and quietly led Christian onto the bed, sitting on his lap.

Raw emotion, energy, electricity exploded as Syed's mouth met his lover's, their chests resting against each others. Christian's arms wrapped around Syed's skinny form, pulling him closer. Neither knew which one of them gave in first, but before they knew it, their mouths were open and their tongues were reaching, caressing, exploring...

Syed's hands began undoing the buttons on Christian's shirt.

"Sye..." Christian gasped, pulling away for a brief second. They stared at each other, and Christian shook his head. Even if he knew what he wanted to say, there was no way he would've been able to do it without sounding like a jabbering idiot.

Syed gave Christian's chest a gentle shove until they were lying on the bed, with him on top. Christian finally shrugged out of his shirt and Syed's hands stroked the smooth skin of his navel.

A knowing smile curved at his lips as beneath him, he felt Christian swelling and hardening with every touch.

"What do you do to me?" Christian murmured breathlessly, his eyes never once leaving Christian's mouth; the urge to stroke it, kiss it, suck it was too strong.

"Come here..."

In an instant, they had swapped places, and Christian's finger toyed with Syed's lower lip. Syed's chocolate eyes gazed up at Christian's, fully adoring him. He pouted suddenly.

"Come on Christian,"

They both knew what they wanted.

Christian smiled, hardly daring to talk, as if, for some reason, words would ruin the moment. As if it was all a dream and talking would wake him from it.

He couldn't explain what came over him in the next few seconds. His lips were devouring Syed's, crushed against them so tightly that he couldn't breathe, and even when he was afraid his heart would burst, he couldn't stop.

"I...need..you," he panted, his hands reaching down and pulling his own trousers and underwear off.

Syed wasted no time doing the same.

Christian stared at Syed, drinking in the way he was looking at him. The way that slender neck gave way to those shoulders, the dark hairs that were scattered across Syed's chest, the taut lines of the abs, the delicious hips that plunged dangerously to that place...Syed's cock, hard and swollen to the point of quivering explosion...

And it was all his.

Christian's voice was thick with excitement. "Syed...last chance."

Syed grinned. "Do me, Christian."

Christian needed no further encouragement. Reaching out to the bedside cupboard, he pulled out a small bottle of lube that hadn't been touched for weeks.

"No," Syed's voice was sudden.

Christian tried to hide the disappointment in his voice. "It's okay babe. We'll wait. Another time..."

Syed knocked the bottle of lube from Christian's hands and onto the floor. Then he grabbed Christians arm.

"You're my prince, Sye," Christian said softly. "I'll do anything for you."

Syed folded down Christian's fingers, one by one, until only his forefinger was left standing. Lowering it slowly, he pulled it towards his mouth, teasing it at first, before opening his mouth and sucking on Christian's finger.

Christian was surprised out how the warm wetness of Syed's mouth on such a small, insignificant part of his body could control him so completely. His mouth opened wide and he let out a loud moan.

"Sye..."

Syed finally stopped sucking, and let Christian slip his fingers gently out his mouth.

"What was that?" Christian whispered.

"We don't need that..." Syed gestured to the bottle, now lying forgotten, on the floor. "Do it yourself." It was half a plead, half a command, with just the right amount of each to turn Christian on even more than before.

Gently, reverently, he laid Syed's legs, one of each onto his shoulders. His cock was before him now, still as erect and wantonly open as before, and Christian couldn't control himself at the sight. Bringing his head down, his tongue dragged along the shaft, and Syed shivered uncontrollably, his arms first clutching onto the bed sheets, then finding Christian's thighs and clinging onto them.

Skin upon skin. Heat upon heat. No moment had ever felt more perfect.

Syed gasped and shook as Christian's mouth took in the full length, and his mouth began to move up and down, licking, sucking, teasing until it became unbearable.

"Christian, I can't...I can't hold on..." Syed turned red from embarrassment. Truth was, it had been a while.

Christian seemed to understand, and Syed gasped and shuddered one more time as Christian let him go.

Two fingers, held together and glistening wet, were pushed gently up Syed's ass, Christian frowning in concentration has he watched his fingers disappear in the hole.

Syed bit his tongue and shifted slightly.

"Are you okay?" Christian's voice was tense. "Should I stop?"

In response, Syed locked his legs behind Christian's neck and arched his back, forcing Christian to drive in further.

Another finger disappeared, and suddenly Syed was panting, his entire body drenched in sweat, and Christian breathed in the scent of Syed's sweet and natural perfume.

It hadn't been that long. He still knew how to please Syed, and finding the spot, he pushed, probed, massaged.

An eruption of pure pleasure burst its way through Syed's lips, and at the sound, Christian pushed harder, a bittersweet groan of excitement making its way through his parted lips too.

When he knew that Syed was ready, he removed his fingers, and guided his own throbbing erection there instead.

Entering Syed was like burning and freezing at the same time. Feeling Syed open up for him was enough to make Christian bite his lip to stop him from yelling out.

"I want to make love to you," Christian murmured.

Then they were rocking to their own rhythm, completely separate to the rest of the world. They rocked together, loved together, and slowly, the rocks became faster, more violent, and their breaths louder, more ragged.

In, out, in out...Christian had promised himself he'd take it slowly but he just couldn't stop.

Syed was jerking and writhing beneath him, his gasps mingling with Christian's own.

They came together, Christian moaning loudly as he came inside Syed, and barely being able to take it as he saw Syed ejaculate himself, spraying his own stomach with the heated substance.

When he could trust himself to speak, Syed said, "That was..."

"Nothing," Christian interrupted. "Compared to what I'm going to do to you now." He lowered Syed's legs off his shoulders, knelt down and lapped up the release on Syed stomach.

Syed's shivered in enjoyment, and his hands stroked Christian neck, face, shoulders.

"How do I taste?" He asked, grinning.

Christian moaned. How did Syed do this to him? It wasn't fair. In a voice that was deep and husky, and far too gone to pretend to be anything but, Christian replied:

"Good."

I spent over a day writing this. As in, OVER TWENTY FOUR HOURS. I hope you guys like this! Ahahahaha, cause I'm getting so fucking fed up of it! MirrorSlash xx