A/N: Oh hey. Long time no see…

Chapter 5: Revelations

"What's your favorite color?"

A slow smile spread over Caius' lips, showcasing the dimple on his right cheek and I could see mischief in his eyes from where he lounged beneath me. We'd been quietly admiring each other for a good 10 minutes and I wanted to hear his voice again. He hummed for a moment, thinking.

"I've always been partial to red, I think," he paused and the hand that was tracing distracting patterns on my back reached up and he ran his fingers through my tangled hair, bringing some over my shoulder to look at, "you have some red in your hair, tesoro, it almost pulses in the sun I noticed earlier, it's quite breathtaking; like the rest of you." He looked back at me then, and I could feel my face warm so I glanced away to his chest where I was now drawing little swirls with my fingers. His skin was cool against my heated face and I rested my cheek on the hard plane of his chest, welcoming the feeling. "And yours, il mio dulce?"

I thought of the deep green of his shirt that was somewhere on the floor and giggled. "Definitely green." I don't know if he made the connection, but he chuckled with me and then it was quiet again. I brought my chin back up to rest on his chest. He had a thoughtful look on his face, leaving an indent between his dark brows and a subtle pucker to his pink lips.

"What?" I questioned with a smile.

"What brought you to Italy, tesoro?"

Well let's get right into it, shall we?

I took a deep breath to still myself, letting it out slowly from my nose and chewing on my bottom lip. I met his eyes and said in a calm voice, "You, actually." If he was surprised he hid it well behind a blinding smile that I found myself mirroring. The hand that was playing with my hair went down underneath the sheets and rested on my waist, kneading at the soon-to-be-sore muscles there.

"How so?" He asked with a grin still tugging at his lips.

I looked back down to my fingers making patterns on his pectoral and thought of how I could phrase it without sounding like a cliché 'star-crossed lovers', fate brought us together fairytale. "Well, I've always loved everything to do with Italy, if I'm honest. The history, the architecture, the art, the food; so I think I would've ended up coming to the country eventually, no matter what…But when I was fifteen I found this painting at a flea market and I've almost memorized the brush strokes, I swear, I've looked at it so much. From what I could find, the architecture was Italian in style, so it kind of sealed the deal. I booked the flight, landed in Rome, and it happened that my taxi driver knew exactly what the painting was of; the clocktower in the square here at Volterra. An hour later I was here and Robbie told me they housed more paintings here in the castle and thought mine looked similar. So, here I am. And lucky me, you just happened to be the artist I'd been looking for for six years." I looked back up at Caius with a flirty smile, hoping to distract from my somewhat implausible story; I had trouble believing it myself. "My luck hasn't been favoring me for a while now, so I made this trip hoping for a fresh start, a new life." I was less confident now, talking about my leap of faith; the positivity was new for me.

I saw the arm behind Caius' head come down and his large hand cup my face bring my eyes back to his. There was a tender look on his face, his eyes glimmering with an emotion I couldn't quite place, but I didn't see any signs of disbelief. He simply brought my face up to his and kissed me, quieting any doubts I had about whatever this was.

And I hadn't the slightest what this was. Not a fucking clue. Today had been a whirlwind of fate, seemingly bringing me right to Caius. I thought back to the unconscious force that pulled me through the square earlier and up to the edge of the fountain, and again up to the castle steps, to Heidi. There might as well have been giant neon arrows and a map, for fuck's sake.

I pulled myself up and fully over Caius, with a knee on either side of his hips. Weaving my hands back into his thick hair, I used it as leverage to bring his upper body off the bed so we were both sitting up. His hand on my waist moved up my back and into my hair while the other traced up my thigh and around to my ass where he likewise used his leverage and pulled me flush against him. I let out a gasp as I felt Caius's very hard length press up against my still sensitive center. He took the opportunity to snake his tongue into my mouth where he met mine. We were matched in fervor and the atmosphere soon became heated and thick again.

Once things had slowed, we just sat and I rested my head on his shoulder.

"I know that sounds…silly, but it brought me all the way here so…" I spoke into his chest, hiding my face and watching my fingers trace circles on his abdominals below me. I was never good at sharing my feeling or talking about them at all. I'd only ever gotten comfortable enough with my mom- Charlie being the quiet type- and they were both gone now.

Caius' hands gripped my back a little tighter, pulling me back towards him. I sunk against him, shivering at the friction and warmth. My lips brushed along his collarbone and I heard him sigh.

"I will be very honest with you, tesoro. I have not always been so forthcoming with my emotions; in this way, I think we might be similar," he paused a moment to press a kiss to my forehead and shift me farther up his body as he reclined against the pillows. I felt very small and content. "But I have met a great deal of people in my lifetime and I have not met someone I feel…so in tune with then I do with you in this moment." One of his hands ghosted up my back to wind itself through my hair, tugging a bit. "Admittedly, we do not know each other very deeply." I couldn't help but laugh at that. I looked at him and gave a playful smile.

"With what we were doing earlier, that point is arguable." His eyes darkened a shade and his pulled my mouth against his. 'You know what I meant' was whispered out disjointedly and we were both distracted again. I pulled away, wanting to keep the playful, sharing mood.

"So, besides being a painter, sculptor, architect, and an excellent lover, what do you do, Caius?" His face became for thoughtful for a moment while his hands kept mindlessly making circuits up and down my back.

"Well, I've lived here in Volterra for many years with my brothers, studying and making art. We've become sort of philanthropists, you could say, maintaining the city and helping with improvements. We do a fair bit of traveling as well, I'm sure you saw the accumulation of art and artifacts from the tour. We'll loan out pieces to museums around the world, and we do quite a bit of funding for those organizations as well." His tone was casual enough, but what he said implied that him and his brothers were sitting on millions and millions.

"You seem young to have that many responsibilities." Caius looked at me with mirth swimming in his eyes and smiled.

"It helps pass the days, tesoro." He was quiet for a moment. He used his arms and pulled me closer looking at the ceiling. I took his pause to peruse his face, my eyes flowing from his dark eyelashes to the arch of his brows and down to high cheekbones and a sharp jaw. My hand reached up from under my chin and skimmed the light stubble on his cheek. I blushed remembering how it tickled my skin earlier. My fingers made a loop around his jaw and up his other cheek. Caius' hand came up to grab my hand and pressed my fingertips to his lips, his eyes catching mine. A somber look glimmered in his eyes for a moment before he kissed each of my fingers and shut his eyes.

I thought maybe the mood was gonna until he pulled my hand over his shoulder and rolled until I was underneath him, the movement taking my breath away. His hands snaked around me, one going up my back to settle around the nape of my neck, the other burning a trail between my breasts and around my waist, down to my ass. My legs, still parted from when I straddled him, pulled his hips against mine and locked where they met behind him. He pressed me closer still, leaving no room between us from our chests to where the hard line of his cock settled and put pressure on my weeping sex and over-sensitive clit.

"Ohhhh…." My eyes shut and my back arched, an intense wave of pleasure rolling through me. An animalistic noise rumbled in Caius' chest and his nose skimmed a trail up my chest and stopped at my neck where he let out a cool breath that made my nipples pucker so quickly I groaned and rocked my hips into his. Simultaneously, I felt his tongue lick a wide trail up my jugular and the head of his cock press against my entrance that was messy with both my wetness and his cum. All in one movement, he ran his teeth down my throat and thrust himself back into me all the way to the hilt, and stars burst behind my eyelids.

Noises I could not control left my mouth and they seemed to do nothing but encourage him as he set a quick and hard pace. I could do nothing but hold onto him as he drove into me. I felt like I had shot off the planet into the sky and the only thing my brain process was the absolute fullness of him filling me completely at the end of every stroke. He hit a spot so deep in me that I lost my breath every time he brought his hips to mine. I felt a desperate madness swell over me and I wasn't sure what to do with myself, just that I wished he would never stop. My hands squeezed and scratched at his shoulders until he lifted his face from where his mouth had been working my neck. The look in his eyes took my breath away and I saw nothing but the obsidian pools that drilled into my soul. He lips moved almost imperceptibly, but I couldn't understand the words that left his lips. Digging my hands into his hair and scratching at his scalp, I pulled his mouth to mine where he swallowed the noise I made and groaned. The hand he had on the nape of my neck locked and kept my body from moving away from the frenetic pace he set. My legs that had been clenched behind him gave out and fell open allowing him even deeper into me. I pulled away from his mouth to suck in an lungful of air and screamed.

"Caius- I- how can- you're so- oh my God- I don't- " I trailed off into a nonsensical string of sounds I wasn't sure meant anything.

My orgasm poured down my spine, tensing every muscle in its wake and breaking over me like a tsunami. Heavy waves carried me further from sanity and Caius' thrusts started to stutter, though his depth never faltered.

"Mio Dio, così stretto- non posso- Sei così bella mia dolce…" was muttered into my neck as he came, my walls clenching him and pulling him back into me. The extra lubrication from our orgasms did nothing to lessen the feel of him and little aftershocks or orgasm crashed over me until he stopped moving altogether.

Once my heart had slowed to an acceptable rate my brain started functioning again, I pulled the little pieces of me back together and tried to find my way back to the planet. I was quite speechless and didn't want to ruin the quiet with talk. Caius' body was still pressed to me, though I guessed he was holding most of his weight off of me even now. His body was calm, his breaths slow and deep and no shakes in his arms or legs from the strain of holding his weight. If I hadn't known any better, I might have thought he was asleep, forehead resting on the curve of my neck. Slowly, he brought his hand up from my ass and ran it up my side, sending a shiver through me. He let out a deep velvet chuckle and leaned up to place a sweet kiss on my forehead.

"You are simply delicious, il mio dulce."

It was my turn to laugh, and soon the giggle turned into a full blown belly laugh. High from the orgasmic endorphins or delirious from the events of the day, I couldn't say, but I couldn't contain the sound. It soon turned into a groan as the laughter clenched muscles in my abdomen, reminding me Caius was still seated inside me. His eyebrows furrowed as he separated our upper halves and slowly slid out. Looking down, we both glistened with sweat and other liquids. His cock, still half-mast, was covered in our combined cum, so much that it ran down to his sack underneath and the tops of his thighs. I want to clean him with my mouth.

Not second guessing my impulse, I sat up and guided him to lay down on the bed. His mouth had a naughty smile and his eyes danced. I took stock of the sight in front of me as I kneeled on shaky legs. Caius did all the work, but I was still recovering from the orgasm that had ripped through me just a few minutes ago.

He laid now on burgundy sheets that had what looked like a smattering of water marks underneath where I had just vacated. Damn. No ones made me do that before.

Caius' pale skin looked beautiful against the deep red sheets and he looked completely comfortable in his own skin, stretching his arms back behind his head, eyeing me with a smirk. I crawled between his legs nudging his ankle to give me a little room. I moved my hair over one shoulder so I could look up at him while I kissed and nibbled at his muscular thighs, running my hands up to his hips and naval. I held his eyes when I reached a dribble of cum and I unabashedly licked it up. He groaned and I watched a pucker form between his eyebrows. We tasted oddly sweet together and I licked up farther reaching where his thigh met his groin. I swirled and sucked and nibbled, enjoying the noises Caius made underneath me. His cock twitched next to my face. I continued my ministrations, slowly working my way towards the base of his cock which had gradually filled and stood proud again. Impressive recovery time.

Caius dropped his head back down and scrubbed his palm over his eyes. I took advantage of his averted eyes and leaned up to suck the head of his cock into my mouth moaning at the taste of us there. His eyes snapped back to mine and a deep rumble rolled through his chest. I circled his head and closed my lips around him moving up and down only slightly below the tip of him. His eyes stared at my mouth unblinkingly, his pink lips parted.

He'd sent me to the moon and I wanted to return the favor. Never looking away, I released his cock from my mouth with a pop and with a flat tongue went down to the base of his cock and licked the underside of him in one long stroke, swallowing him down my throat as far as I could when I reached the top. I stilled and concentrated a moment to silence the urge to gag and then swallowed him farther, my nose touching his pubic bone. I kept myself there for a moment and swallowed around him, dragging a noise so primal from him, I wished I could look up and see his face.

His hands came down into my hair pulling my mouth off of him. I could feel a wet trail on my chin from spit and he pulled my face to his sucking my tongue into his mouth. This kiss felt desperate with lips, tongue, and teeth. And I groaned into his mouth the taste of us still tangy in my mouth. He fucked my mouth with his tongue, licking and sucking at my lips.

"You are a temptress." The statement was just that and I felt proud that I could effect him as surely as he did me. He pulled me onto his lap and just like that we were connected again and I was on my way to another orgasm.

I could die happy here.