Lover Redeemed - Part 2
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This is only a fan fiction piece dedicated to Qhuinn and Blay, my two favorite boyz.
Note: John and Xhex are already mated in my story
Warning: Adult Content - 18+
Qhuay Love FOREVER!
Lover Redeemed
Written by Lily
Qhuinn watched Blay sleep, he looked so peaceful lying there next to him, the sheet draped low over his lean hips, his forearm resting over his eyes as he breathed softly, hardly making a sound. Fuck he was beautiful, just looking at him now got Qhuinn hard all over again and that was surprising after the sex-athon session they had just finished. What had finally happened between them had been a long time in the making, and that much passion didn't just get sated in one night, not by Qhuinn's standard's anyway. Right now, his body should have been out for the count, screaming to recover after what he had just put it through, but no, so not the case, it was still hungry and ready to play, begging for more, begging for Blay. Fuck me and my over-stimulated sex drive. Qhuinn thought as he groaned and pushed himself off Blay's bed.
A hot shower was what he desperately needed right now. Slipping from the bed, Qhuinn left Blay's bedroom, closed the door gently behind him and entered his own. He groaned out loud at the mess that greeted him. His bedroom looked like a bomb had just gone off in it. All his clothes were dumped everywhere and anywhere, so not a pretty sight. He really had to get his shit together. A man's home is his castle, right? So why did his bedroom/home look like he was living in a goddamn trailer park? All those empty bottles littering his floor didn't make him proud either, not one fucking bit. His living conditions were getting to the point of being unlivable and that realization was just straight up nasty, even for Qhuinn. Shaking his head, he walked into his bedroom and went to work.
Picking up all his dirty clothes off the floor, Qhuinn walked to the laundry hamper that was located in his bathroom and tossed them in, making the trip more than once, until every article of clothing he owned was where it needed to be. Then he gathered all the empty Tequila bottles and deposited them carefully into the trash bin beside the desk. Looking around his room, the chaos was now slowly diminishing before his very eyes and things were looking better already. Moving over to his bed, he removed all the bedding with one swift pull, dragging the crumpled mess over to the laundry hamper once again, stuffing them all in one by one, before doing the same with the pillow cases.
Today he would make sure that Fritz and his doggen staff cleaned and dusted his room until it sparkled, a task that they would no doubt enjoy. And when he returned, his room would once again look like something out of a Laura Ashley showroom, with his bed perfectly made and fluffed and every piece of furniture would be polished, shining like new.
Qhuinn's weapons were the only exception that evaded his messiness. That was the one thing he was meticulous about. Locking his weapons away safely was always his number one priority, no matter what. As John Matthew's Ahstrux Nohtrum, Qhuinn packed some serious heat, and that kind of arsenal had to be properly housed. Mansion rules, straight from the King's mouth. A rule, that Qhuinn would never dare fuck with. Wrath had saved his ass after his family had disowned him, so he owed him big time for everything he had, including the roof over his head. You had to respect the guy, he was the King and he ruled with an iron fist, that he would gladly relocate in your face, if you broke his house rules.
No one jeopardized his happy home and lived to tell about it. Wrath was a straight up badass and no one fucked with him, period!
One final sweep of his perimeter and Qhuinn was now satisfied with his minimal attempt at order, a three star effort as far as he was concerned, and that was saying a lot for his cleaning abilities, or lack thereof, should one choose to argue and easily win. But hey, he did what he could and that was good enough for him.
Turning, he headed back into his bathroom ready for the shower that he so badly craved. He knew that he could have showered in Blay's room, but he didn't want to take the chance at waking him from his peaceful sleep. He was so tired from the night before and then after they talked, things got all hot and heavy, so let's just say, sleeping was the last thing poor Blay got to do. Not that he ever complained or called a time-out on their sex-capades either, but right now sleep was the best thing for him.
Turning on the water, Qhuinn undressed as steam filled the bathroom, surrounding him like a warm blanket. He stepped under the oversized showerhead and let all the tiny needles of water massage his body. Fuck that feel good! Qhuinn thought, as he rolled his head from side to side trying to loosen up the muscles in his neck. His body ached, and not in a good way, every muscle felt tight. Closing his eyes, he remembered what he had done the night before and couldn't help but smile. They had devoured each other, unable to get enough, trying out every fucking position in the Karma Sutra and then some. Blay had been insatiable, which had been a total turn-on, his enthusiasm had been the key that unlocked Qhuinn's own passion, fuelling his willpower that had sustained him throughout the night.
Blay woke to an empty bed. Stretching hurt like a motherfucker. What did he expect after everything that had gone down the night before? Grinning wickedly, he groaned as he ran his hand under the sheet that barely covered his powerful hips and remembered as his memories came flooding back, immersing him once again in erotic images and smells that tantalized him through the night, over and over again. Qhuinn had been incredible, a human power machine, he never stopped. He was like the Energizer Bunny… he just went on and on and on.
Walking to his bathroom, Blay stretched his muscles, rolling each of his big arms around on his shoulders. He groaned out loud as his joints cracked in protest. He took a quick piss and brushed his teeth before grabbing the closest pair of black Nike sweatpants, threw them on commando style and left his room in search of Qhuinn.
Blay entered his room without knocking and stopped dead. Was he in the right room? This couldn't be Qhuinn's room, right? It was way too clean. Where were all the clothes that usually littered the soft plush carpet? Had he actually tidied up? Nah! Blay thought. Not likely! Closing the door, he flipped the lock in place as he walked quietly towards the steamy bathroom.
Stopping in the entry way, Blay braced each of his arms on either side of the doors frame, bracketing the deep mahogany wood in his big hands. He watched as Qhuinn stood under the showerhead, his head hanging low between his powerful shoulders, his big hands pressed up flat against the marble tiles, swaying from left to right, then right to left, letting all the hot jets spill over his broad back, as the water cascaded over his golden skin working its magic.
Without turning around, Qhuinn knew that Blay was in his bathroom, he could smell him. After last night, his blood flowed through his veins, now giving him the power to track Blay at his whim. What a handy little trick. Qhuinn thought as he felt his dick harden, almost territorially. Palming himself, he began stroking his shaft deliberately, gripping firmly, moving his hand up and down, once, twice, three times.
Blay stood mesmerized watching him. Qhuinn was so fucking sexy. He was like the poster child for a teenager's wet dream, male or female, it did matter. Was he ever going to get enough of him? Probably not, he thought and why did he even want too, when Qhuinn was every fantasy he ever had, rolled into one huge magnificent male.
"Are you enjoying the view?" Qhuinn drawled as he cranked his head around and looked over his right shoulder at Blay, grinning, his mouth tilting up on one side, causing a little half moon crease to appear on one side of his lips, inches away from his perfect mouth. That was another sexy little feature Blay loved. Every time Qhuinn smiled like that he felt his toes curl as he tried to control his need to jump his bones and kiss him breathless.
"You could say that!" Blay replied teasingly as he rubbed two fingers over his full lips, running them from side to side. His eyes went up and down Qhuinn's body, admiring all the hard contours and planes that gripped his heavily muscled torso, which was surrounded by all that sinfully perfect golden skin. He was a mouthwatering sight…all male to the tenth power, and then some.
"What? Are you just gonna stand there and look at me all day? He teased.
"Maybe!" Blay answered, a huge fangy smile appearing on his handsome face.
Returning the smile with equal enthusiasm, if not more, Qhuinn's face beamed. Ah, how he loved a challenge! He thought. "Okay! You wanna play, Blay? I'll play!" Qhuinn said cocking one pierced brow, narrowing his eyes as he watched Blay with intent.
Stripping off his sweats, Blay moved towards the shower as Qhuinn opened the large glass door inviting him in. Pushing Qhuinn back against the cool marble tiles as he entered, Blay rested one big hand flat against the hard pads of his chest, keeping him firmly pinned in place. Standing under the powerful jets, he tilted his head back as the water ran into his hair, down his face and over every inch of his body, warming his soul from the outside in. Wiping the water from his eyes, Blay refocused his attention once again back to Qhuinn and smiled wickedly. "Are you ready?" He said, in a challenging tone.
Biting into his bottom lip in anticipation, Qhuinn spoke, "Fuck yeah…whatta you got?"
"No sex…mouth and hands only. First one that comes is the loser, so to speak and has to buy rounds all night at Iron Mask…for John and Xhex too." He said grinning, as he added on that additional condition to the rules of his game. Yes… his game!
Qhuinn knew how talented Blay was with that perfect mouth of his, so this was going to be tough, but he was soooo, up for the challenge. "Alright… I so got this in the bag Blay." He taunted. "Any other rules I should know of before we begin?"
"Nah, that's it," he said lunging forward, catching Qhuinn off guard, pinning him hard up against the shower wall, using his body weight as leveraged, securing him where he stood. He grabbed hold of both his wrists, roughly, stretching then high above his head, denying Qhuinn access to his body. If Qhuinn couldn't touch him, then Qhuinn couldn't temp him, and potentially win the game. So the 'no touch' plan, was Blay's secret weapon to winning this little challenge they had going on.
Kissing Qhuinn's mouth was becoming addictive! Blay already loved the feel of his lips on his. He loved the intimacy of being up close to Qhuinn, looking into his eyes, tasting his mouth, smelling his skin. Kissing him was an erotic act that always managed to get him hard, every time, like right now for instance. Fuck…so can't be thinking like this Blay! He told himself as he tried to quickly dismiss the treacherous thoughts that were invading his head.
Rubbing his mouth over Qhuinn's lips, Blay bit playfully at his full bottom lip, sucking hard on the wet fresh as he took it all into his mouth. With Qhuinn's mouth open, Blay took advantage, kissing him hard, fucking him with his tongue, plunging it in, and out of his mouth with purpose. Hearing Qhuinn's moans only intensified his ardor, making him work him harder and harder. Breaking off their kiss, Blay moved his mouth to his ear, gently brushing the fine whiskers on his face over the smooth skin at Qhuinn's neck.
"Do you have any idea how badly I want to fuck you right now?" He said as he pushed closer, rubbing his chest and belly against Qhuinn's big body, grinding hips against hips, suggestively.
"Yeah…great minds think alike." Qhuinn laughed softly, pushing his body closer to Blay's, silently begging for more.
Releasing Qhuinn's wrists, Blay's hand moved over Qhuinn's hard dick wrapping his fingers tightly around his shaft. With his other free hand he held Qhuinn's jaw firmly in place, angling his face up to his with the tip of his thumb, monitoring his receptiveness to his touch. Blay knew from what he saw, that he was so close now to winning this challenge they had going on, so very close. "Do you want me Qhuinn?" He teased, looking into his blue/green eyes with passion burning behind his blue. "Make no mistake about it… I want you! And the things you do to me…I can't think straight. I keep picturing what I want to do to you…" He said breathlessly, pressing his hips closer, showing Qhuinn just how hard he was for him as he continued to move his hand skillfully up and down, rolling his palm over the thick blunt head. He loved watching Qhuinn's reaction as he squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, attempting to calm himself, vehemently trying to resist his seduction, but failing miserably.
"You feel so damn good to me baby." Blay said, breathing even harder now as he continued with his onslaught, whispering softly in Qhuinn's ear. "But most of all, I love the way you taste on my tongue," he groaned. Just then, Blay was two for two, taking Qhuinn by surprise for a second time, biting down hard, slicing through the soft fresh at his throat with his fangs, roaring as he felt the warm rush of liquid coat his tongue and slide down the back of his throat. He drank, taking long hard pulls with his mouth. Blay was so hungry for Qhuinn at that moment as he worked him over with his hand, faster and faster, firmly squeezing the twin weights in his palm, enticing him even more, sending Qhuinn right over the edge, just as he released his vein.
"Ahhhh, shit Blay!" Too easy, Blay thought grinning as a funny image popped into his head… And in the right corner of the shower…with two wins under his belt…the winner, Blaylock, son of Rocke.' And the crowd goes wild, AAHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!
"Game… over…babeeee!" Blay laughed wholeheartedly, punctuating each word as he spoke. "Can you please…give me…a bit of a challenge next time? Because that… that was just too fucking easy. It was like taking candy from babyyyy." He teased singing out loud, the end part of his sentence, earning him an eye roll from Qhuinn which he graciously accepted with another roaring laugh.
Qhuinn narrowed his eyes as he watched Blay gloat. If he was going to ever lose at something, then he would happily submit to this any fucking day, provided that Blay was the only one handing out that deliciously torturous can of whoop-ass.
"By the way, did I mention that I was in the mood to drink tonight? Blay continued, baiting Qhuinn even more as he stood under the massive spray of water that gushed from above, pouring over him as he looked over at Qhuinn who was still leaning up against the shower wall, breathing hard through his open mouth. "So you better bring some serious cash, because I'm really-really thirsty and you can bet your sweet ass that the J-Man is feeling the same way too." He said, rubbing his hands together for mock effect, messing with Qhuinn's head a little more…which was always a fun thing to do. He was just such an easy target, every, single, time, it never got old. Not for Blay anyway.
"Is that right?" Qhuinn said, growling low in his throat as he pushed Blay back up again the marble tiles, getting ready to finish, what he never got a chance to start. As he moved over Blay's body, Qhuinn remembered that he still had to speak to Wrath about their mating request before First Meal. Something he feared but desperately and undeniably needed to do, all at the same time.
Ever since Qhuinn became John Matthew's Ahstrux Nohtrum, the boys had fallen into a routine. At sundown every day, once the steel shutters went up for the night, Qhuinn, Blay and John met in the gym and worked out together before First Meal, for two hours straight.
It kept their warrior bodies in fighting form. They were now part of the war against the Lessening Society, a war that was alive and kicking like never before.
Qhuinn loved his music, and liked to play a lot of rap/r & b tracks when he worked out. He had been hanging out with V a lot lately, and his taste in music was serious rubbing off on him. Right now, the stadium size gym's surround sound speakers blared Ludacris'
'Get Back' which was one of Qhuinn's favorites. He liked to listen to music the made him hype. He said it made him feel alive and when he worked out, he pictured himself on patrol, hunting lessers and battling them in the field. He believed it helped him tweak and refine his fighting skills, making him a stronger and better fighter. Hey, whatever floats your boat! True?
Looking around the massive gym, John Matthew was running on the treadmill wearing only navy Adidas running shorts that hung low on his strong hips. His big body was pounding the shit out of the black conveyer belt moving at a seriously scary pace under his feet. Had a human attempted the same running pace as the J-Man, they would have been slammed against the wall so hard, that they would never have been able to get back up. For such a big male, he was light on his feet, and fast as hell, courtesy of all that running he loved to do. John Matthew was one of the best fighters in the war against the lessers, he was strategic, considered every possible scenario before he struck and made his kill. He was a ruthless hunter, something to be admired and feared at the same time.
Another new track bellowed out of the speakers, this time it was DJ Khaled's 'All I Do Is Win ' featuring Qhuinn's favorite rapper, Ludacris again. Music filled the gym as Blay worked the bag, his huge arms striking the padded bean with brutal force, once, twice, three times, as he bounced around on the balls of his feet, dodging the heavy bag that weaved around as it moved back towards him. Blay was an avid kicker boxer. He loved the sport and it showed as his big powerful legs lifted him up wheeling his big body around as he roundhoused the bag with a thunderous whack! He continued on with his assault, using every part of his heavily muscled body. First his knees, then his elbows, working the bag back and forth, as he jumped around, bobbing up and down, kicking the absolute fuck out of it as sweat poured off his body. Anyone watching would have agreed that he was truly an impressive sight. He was definitely another skilled warrior.
Qhuinn watched Blay with interest. He was in spectacular shape, every muscle on his body was defined to perfection as he moved around, dressed in only the same black Nike sweats he had on early when he entered his bathroom and deliciously seduced him.
Ahhhh, how sweetly he had seduced him alright. Qhuinn thought. Blay certainly knew his shit, and he had seriously mastered some very handy skills since his transition. To say he had one talented mouth was an understatement, not quite befitting its praise.
Qhuinn still couldn't believe how much their relationship had changed since the night before. It was like he couldn't get enough of him. Even now, as he finished up with his weight training exercises, his body roared wanting to claim Blay again. It craved his taste, craved his smell, but most of all, his body craved the feel of all that beautiful silky golden skin against his own. And can we talk about how receptive Blay always was to his touch. Fuck! Qhuinn thought, groaning as he remembered everything they had done. You have to seriously stop thinking like this my man, or you'll never finish your workout. He told himself sternly. Putting in the remaining time, halfheartedly, Qhuinn finished his circuit training just as John and Blay finished up with their stretching exercises.
This was the moment Quinnn thought, he was now going to show Blay just how committed he was to their new relationship and that little selfless act was going to start right now. Rubbing he face with his towel, Qhuinn walked over towards his boys and got ready to blow Blay's mind and soar his heart right into the heavens. "So John my man, Blay and I have got something important we need to tell you." Qhuinn said confidently as he looked over at Blay monitoring his reaction to the bomb that he had just dropped.
Blay couldn't believe what he had just heard come out of Qhuinn's mouth. In the last forty-eight hours, Qhuinn had managed to do that a lot, it seemed. First, was when he appeared in his bedroom after his date with Saxton and declared his love and now this!
Their relationship had gone from zero to one hundred, so quickly, in such a small amount of time that it weighed heavily on Blay's mind, a lot! Blay knew his feelings for Qhuinn were solid. They were set in fucking stone as far as he was concerned. Qhuinn was everything to him. His love for him was so strong that he would sacrifice his own life for his, in a heartbeat.
But Qhuinn was new to all this love shit, and that scared the absolute fuck out of him. If tomorrow, Qhuinn were to change his mind about them, Blay was certain, that he would shrivel up and die. That's how much he fucking loved the little shit!
"Yeah what?" John mouthed.
Taking Blay's left hand in his, Qhuinn intertwined their finger and palms together tightly. "Yeah, so, me and Blay…we're together now!" He said as lifted their joined hands to his mouth and kissed the skin on Blay's knuckles, as he looked over at him and winked, giving him a quick glimpse of that sexy little half moon crease smile he loved so much.
"That's awesome news. About fucking time! I'm happy for you both. John signed, going in for a quick hug.
"Why aren't you shocked?" Qhuinn asked inquisitively
"Because, unlike you buddy, I saw this coming a mile away." John signed.
"Sure you did smartass! Qhuinn laughed as he pulled Blay in for a big bear hug, lifting him right off the floor, letting him dangle for a few seconds in midair before putting him back down again.
"Then tonight we celebrate, 11pm at Iron Mask, VIP section. And I believe you're buying Qhuinn?" John signed "All night if I'm not mistaken." He signed again, looking over at Blay, giving him a smile that lit up his handsome face. "Later! " he mouthed as he turned and headed for the locker rooms, disappearing through the gym's double doors.
"You didn't Blay?"
"Relax Qhuinn, I only told him that we had a bet, and that you lost. That's it!"
Still beaming, Blay placed his hands on either side of Qhuinn's face. "What happens between us in private is private." He said as he kissed Qhuinn's full lips. "Okay!"
Nodding, Qhuinn went in for another kiss, but this one lasted way longer and was much, much, more intense. "I love you."
"I know, but I love you more. So come on, let's get out of here, I'm starving." Blay said as they walked side by side together, out of the gym and headed for their rooms for a quick shower before First Meal.
Qhuinn felt so much better after working out, his body now no longer hurt as he walked down the mansion steps and entered the main dining room with Blay for First Meal.
All the brothers and their shellan's were present. Some were moving around the table repositioning food here and there. Others had only eyes for each other, flirting as they spoke low in hushed tones, their words only for each other ears. Some of the brothers laughed as they teased each other, talking smack, trying to get a rise out of
each other, with Hollywood usually being the instigator of that conversation.
The brother was a straight up sex god, women loved him but he only had eyes for his
Mary. He was also the strongest and the most lethal of all the brothers combined, on a count of his beast, with V coming in at a close second with that hand of his, which could light up the night sky. Double fucking trouble! But there was no one you would want more out in the field watching your back than these males, they were true warriors. Champions in battle and sitting here on the same table, sharing a meal and eating their food made Qhuinn proud. Proud that he was finally accepted as one of them and considered worthy enough to be able to fight alongside them meant everything to him.
Looking around the dinner table, all the food looked amazing and smelled every better. Fritz and his doggen staff always went above and beyond, every time. It was like eating in a five star restaurant every night, decked out with the whole silver service bit too.
The brothers were a class act, from the cars they drove, to the clothes they wore and even in the way the carried themselves, they were straight up blue bloods in Qhuinn's opinion, period.
Living in the mansion all these months since his family desertion then deaths, Qhuinn had come to consider everyone who lived within the mansion walls as his new family, that went for Fritz too. Qhuinn adored that sweet little butler, sort of considered him like the grandfather he never had and that was comforting, considering he was always so eager and happy to help out in any way he could, bit it, a big task or a small task, it didn't
matter, because it was all the same to him. How could anyone not love that? Qhuinn thought.
And then there was his Blay, his beautiful Blay. The one person in his life that had always loved him unconditionally, selflessly and never asked for anything in return other than his company. Blay was now the love of his life that he knew for certain! It was an undeniable fact, something Qhuinn knew without a doubt. It was now ingrained into his very soul, forever!
Now they all sat in their usual seats, Blay to Qhuinn's left, and John Matthew and Xhex directly opposite them. Dinner was in full swing, plates were being loaded with food, drinks were being poured, cutlery chimed lightly against Fine China plates, bowls were being passed around from one person to the next with its delicious contents, food was being shared and fed to the one they loved, so this was now the perfect time whilst everyone was focused on other things Qhuinn thought, to asked Blay the questions that he had been dreading all day.
"So Blay, did you get a chance to speak or message Sax about us?" Qhuinn asked nervously.
"Yeah." Blay replied shyly, his voice loud enough for Qhuinn's ear's only. "He sent me a message this morning, wanting to get together for another date and I told him then."
Qhuinn growled low, so that only Blay heard the sound. He didn't like the thought of Saxton wanting another date with Blay so fucking soon. He knew his cousin well enough to know that the fucker went after what he wanted, and that evidently was now Blay.
"And what exactly, did you tell him Blay?" Qhuinn persisted, as a small menacing smile appeared on his face.
"I told him that we are now 'seeing' each other." Blay replied awkwardly, not really wanting to get into this line of conversation in front of the whole house.
"Hmmm! 'Seeing' each other!" Qhuinn repeated. His brows drawing together into a frown, as he contemplated the many meanings of the word.
"Okay, maybe I mentioned the word, 'exclusively'. " Blay teased. There you go again, messing with his head. Blay told himself. "Yeah, I definitely did."
"Is that right?" Qhuinn purred, as his hand slid under the table and rested on the top of Blay's thigh, before slowly snaking itself quickly between his open legs.
There it was again, that delicious half moon smile. Blay thought.
He watched as Qhuinn watched him. Waiting for his reaction to his little game of
"Let's mess with Blay at the dinner table, and see what he does?"
Blay squeezed his eyes shut as Qhuinn's hand moved once again, closer to its target.
"You start that and I'm not going to be able to stand up,
let alone walk out of here." Blay whispered into Qhuinn's ear.
"Okay baby, I'll play nice, for now. But later, I can't promise I'll do same." He teased, snatching his hand quickly out of Blay's hold, before cupping him over his slacks briefly, and then letting go just as fast. Qhuinn now was giving him a big ass fangy smile that lit up his ridiculously beautiful face.
Qhuinn and Blay arrived together at Iron Mask at 11pm as scheduled and made their way to the back of the club, through the rowdy crowd to the VIP section. They spotted John and Xhex's making out like teenagers in the dimly lit shadows of the brotherhood's booth, completely unaware of anyone else but each other. They had only just been
recently mated, so the PDA was understandable considering the circumstance.
John Matthew was a big ass bonded male, who clearly couldn't seem to
get enough of his smoking hot shellan, and who could blame him.
As they approached their table, Blay cleared his throat as a respectful heads up to the happy couple, "Sorry for the interruption." He said genuinely, his cheeks coloring lightly as he watched John leave one last kiss on the side of his shellan's elegant neck, before taking her hand affectionately in his.
"Gentleman, join us please." John signed watching as Qhuinn and Blay scooted in on the opposite side of the booth smiling secretly to each other. Yes love was finally in the air, John thought as he looked at his two best friends. He was truly happy for them, and looking at them now, he could see how right they really were for each other, almost as if they had been pre-destined, if that were even possible.
"Let the drinking begin." John signed, winking in Qhuinn's direction, as he smiled and looked over at Blay.
Flipping John off, Qhuinn laughed as he signaled to the waitress and ordered a double round of drinks for the entire table, which were promptly delivered a few minutes later. Blay couldn't help but watch the waitress as she approached their table with their drinks. Looking at her, she was the standard type bimbo that usually caught Qhuinn's eye. She was a tall attractive brunette that had definitely seen a surgeon's knife on more than one occasion. Clearly she obviously knew how to work her tips, using her fake paid forassets with confidence, probably spinning every opportunity she could get her grimy little hands on, in her favor. He watched as she casually deposited the eight Corona bottles on the table, taking her time as she thoroughly checked out his Qhuinn with interest. She had no scruples, as Blay watched her, push out and thrust up her big Double D's in Qhuinn's direction, giving him her own version of "You want some of this, big boy," which instantly elicited a low growl from the back of his throat, warning her to step the fuck off his male, before he caused her some serious bodily harm, and deflated her big ass Double D's, permanently.
"Eassssy baby." Qhuinn teased, loving this new possessive streak that Blay had going on.
"His taken," Blay snarled, as he addressed the waitress in his new territorial tone. A tone that Qhuinn had never heard him use before, but nevertheless still turned him on. "Now run along." He said, dismissing her like she was nothing but trash, with an elegant wave of his hand.
Qhuinn laughed as he leaned over and whispered in Blay's ear. "I don't know what's gotten into you tonight Blay, but…"
"I think it was you!" Blay countered smartly.
"Touché…because I'm loving this knew side to you, it's fucking hot. Keep it up." Qhuinn whispered in his ear as he flicked his tongue over Blay's fleshy lobe before moving away.
John cleared his throat dramatically, trying to break up the scene between his boys. "Okay! On that note! Congratulations, from both me and my shellan." John signed as he raised his Corona high in the air, in a celebratory toast.
"Here! Here!" Xhex responded, as four bottles clinked together in salute, instantly replacing the negative energy with excitement instead. Happy laughter and loud cheers ensued at the prospect of a very happy future together.
They had been drinking hard for a couple of hours straight when Qhuinn scanned the club looking for John and Xhex. He remembered that they had wandered off together halfway through the night, probably for some private time and they still hadn't returned. It was getting close to dawn so Qhuinn knew that he and Blay were going to leave soon enough and he just wanted to touch base with the pair and thank them both for coming out tonight to help celebrate with them. As Qhuinn continued to search the crowd for John and his shellan, Blay looked up from his Corona the moment he heard Qhuinn let out a low territorial growl. Following his line of sight he knew now what prompted that reaction. There walking towards their table, elegantly moving through the busy crowd was Saxton looking as dapper as ever. Shit! Shit Shit! Blay thought.
The last time Blay had seen Saxton was on their date, less than forty-eight hours prior, when he had left him right after their kiss in the alley behind the Cigar Bar. Afterwards he had dematerialized back to the mansion, up to his room and the rest is history. Very sweet, sweet history!
Blay quickly grasped Qhuinn's forearms firmly trying to get him to snap out of his fixation long enough to focus on what he had to say. "Baby, please don't start on him." Blay pleaded.
"Me! Now why would I do something like that?" He replied sarcastically.
Blay's watched as his comment instantly elicited that little twitch he loved so much, to start up on Qhuinn's jaw. Here we go! Blay thought as Saxton made his approach.
"Well hello Blaylock, you're looking ravishing as always." Saxton drawled, his words dripping with sexual undertone, making Qhuinn want to jump over the table and beat the living shit out of him, just so he could wipe that smug fucking grin off his perfect face.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Are you stalking him now?" Qhuinn spat, his mismatched eyes flashing with anger.
"Hardly…I can assure you cousin, that my many suitors have always been willing participants, in my experience," he said glancing over at Blay as he spoke. "Isn't that right Blaylock?"
"Yeah, whatever!
"Where is all this hostility coming from cousin?" Saxton asked innocently.
"Hostility! Hmmm! Lemme' think! Maybe, it's because you don't fucking listen when someone tells you politely that they are no longer fucking interested." He said bearing his fangs slightly as he spoke.
"Qhuinn…" Blay pleaded again.
"Yes, Blay?" He replied, his tone still edged slightly in anger.
"Can we not do this please?"
"Blaylock is right! I was merely here on business, nothing more. And thought I would stop by and say hello, clearly that was a mistake! Perhaps you need to put a muzzle on that temper of yours, cousin. It's an extremely unattractive quality." He said, looking at Qhuinn in disgust.
"Fuck you Sax! Stay away from Blay and then you and I will not have a problem.
Do you hear me? Am I clear to you?" Qhuinn warned.
"I am certain that I will be seeing you soon, Blaylock." Saxton said, purposely emphasizing the word 'seeing' just to dig at Qhuinn's restraint a little more. With that he inclined his head in Blay's direction once more, then turned and walked away, like he was on a runway in Paris, during fashion week.
Just then John and Xhex returned back to their table looking flushed, holding one another tightly, like they never wanted to let go and sat back down, still hand in hand.
"So whatta miss?" John mouthed, going off the pissed expression on Qhuinn's face.
"Ahhhh, nothing much!" He said sarcastically shaking his head. "Saxton just graced us with his fucked up presence and proceeded to mack on Blay, right there in front of me. Yeah, so like I said, nothing much!"
"Qhuinn, someone's always gonna be jealous of what you have. You just need to learn to dismiss all the negativity and simply enjoy the knowledge of knowing that Blay is all yours." John signed, his words resonating with wisdom as he kissed his shellan's hand.
That instantly calmed Qhuinn down. MINE he thought. "Yeah, thanks my man…that's good advice." Reaching over Qhuinn took hold of Blay's face and kissed him hard, right there in front God and everybody. He finally knew then, for the first time in his entire life, he didn't care what anyone thought. It was all about him and his Blay, that's was all that mattered.
It was four in the morning by the time Qhuinn and Blay left Iron Mask, leaving behind the lovebirds for some much needed alone time together. They had been drinking hard for five straight hours with John and Xhex, playing all sorts of drinking games, like 'Truth or Dare' – Corona style, Qhuinn's idea of course, which had been interesting, to say the least. With John Matthew's new shellan in the mix, conversation had still flowed freely all night, like it always had between the three of them since the start of their friendship and that was definitely something to appreciate. John Matthew was still the same John Matthew, but now he was mated to the love of his life, making him super fucking happy too. Lately, he was always smiling, his joy was practically contagious. It was nice! If anyone deserved some happiness, it was him, after all the shit life had thrown his way. John was a true survivor.
Rounding the corner, Qhuinn and Blay walked slowly down the darkened alley just behind Iron Mask. They had been walking for about a minute or so when Qhuinn suddenly stopped and grabbed Blay roughly, pushing him up against the hard red brick, pinning him between the high wall at his back and the front of his hard muscled body.
"Finally, I have you all to myself." He said, flashing Blay one of his sinfully sexy smiles.
"Yeah! Blay whispered. "And what do you plan to do with me?"
"What do you want me to do with you? Qhuinn countered raising one pierced brow, as he spoke softly in Blay's ear. He had his hands spread flat against the wall on either side of Blay's head, intimately pressing his body weight between his legs.
"Start by kissing my neck." Blay whispered as he placed both his hands on Qhuinn's narrow hips bringing him closer. He felt Qhuinn tilt his head slightly off to one side, as he proceeded to run his tongue flat over the long vein throbbing at his neck, lapping at it gently with his tongue before laying hot wet open mouth kisses around all the delicate skin at his neck and throat.
"Mmmm, what else? Qhuinn said in low raspy voice, in between kisses.
"Now kiss me, long, slow and deep." Blay whispered again, looking into Qhuinn's mismatched eyes with lust he could no longer hide. With that line out of his mouth, Blay couldn't help but blush little at his own forwardness, dropping his chin slightly, as heat quickly licked at his peachy skin.
Lifting his chin back up with the tip of his index finger, Qhuinn's gaze scorched Blay's soul from its intensity. "I love when you get all shy like that." Using the same finger he had used to tip up his chin, Qhuinn lightly ran it over one flushed cheek in a soft caress.
"Do you know how sexy that is?"
"No." Blay replied innocently.
"This is how sexy it is." Qhuinn muttered as he grabbed Blay's wrist and guided it down to his body, placing his hand right over his hard dick. "Do you feel that?"
Blay just nodded and swallowed hard. "This is what it does to me! This is what you always to do me!" He said as he took hold of Blay's face in his big hands, softly brushing his full lips over his mouth, back and forth, licking the moist pinky fresh before thrusting his tongue in slowly. Qhuinn then deliberately swept his tongue over Blay's fangs, hard enough, to nick his own fleshy tongue, spilling his essence into Blay's mouth as he deepened their kiss.
As Blay felt Qhuinn's blood hit his tongue, his couldn't help but let out a desperate groan. Fuck he tasted amazing. Blay thought as he sucked hard on Qhuinn's tongue, drinking him in and swallowing all that crimson sweetness. The more Blay moaned, the more it elicited an even stronger response from Qhuinn as he slowly and sensually devoured his mouth, doing as instructed, moving over his mouth with expertise well beyond his years.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Is Blaylock your new sex-toy now, Brother Mine?
How interesting, the defects continue." Said a dark figure as it stepped out from beneath the shadows, revealing itself for the first time.
Qhuinn abruptly ended their kiss and quickly pushed Blay to stand behind him. He stared down the long narrow alley until he spotted something moving around in the dark shadows. Did he hear right, Brother Mine? Was he really seeing this right now? Qhuinn thought shaking his head as he tried to understand what he was looking at, and he was pretty fucking sure that he was looking at his brother. His brother was back and he didn't look right. Qhuinn frowned as he tried to make sense of what he was looking at, the figure stood stock still a few feet away from him, not speaking anymore, but just staring at him instead.
You're fucking hallucinating, Qhuinn told himself. Yeah…because this was too fucked up for words! Christ, his own brother was now in the alley with him, but he didn't look like himself anymore, what looked like was a fucking Lesser! That revelation drained all the blood from Qhuinn's face, instantly making him sick to his stomach. He felt light headed as his body swayed unconsciously against Blay's, trying to make sense of what he had just uncovered.
"Yes it is I, brother… do you not recognize your own fresh and blood?
"What the fuck happened to you? Qhuinn yelled, moving forward to get a closer look at his brother, trying to get his brain to understand and register what he was actually witnessing. He got nowhere, Blay had grabbed onto his body, placing one big hand over his chest and the other around his waist, effectively securing him firmly where he stood. Clearly in this situation he was not supposed to move.
"Qhuinn, you're not armed." Blay said quietly. "And that's not your brother anymore. He's just another lesser with your brother's memories" He said firmly. "I'm so sorry."
Unable to resist, Blay gave him a quick apologetic squeeze.
Just then, John Matthew and Xhex strolled out of the club, hand in hand smiling at each other as they stumbled into Qhuinn's nightmare that was now unfolding before their very eyes in the darkened alley behind Iron Mask.
"Ah, another familiar face, good evening John, so nice to see you again." Qhuinn's brother said, mock pleasantries escaping his mouth, spilling forth in a series of lies. "My, look how much you have changed, you turned out to be a big one!"
"What the fuck?" John mouthed.
"Been there, done that, and bought the fucking t-shirt too." Blay replied sarcastically.
"Can you help me out here buddy." Still trying to keep a firm hold of Qhuinn.
"Stay here!" John mouthed as he let go of Xhex's hand. His shitkickers pounding hard on the alley floor as he ran over to where Qhuinn stood with Blay, taking position and flanking his right side as Blay flanked his left.
"If it isn't 'The Three Musketeers' – All For One and One For All!" He mocked.
"Charming tattoo, Qhuinn! I heard about that red tear. What is it they call you now?
An 'Ahstrux Nohtrum'! Hmmm!"
"The King can be quite resourceful and devious when it suits him." He said as his ran his hand over the graffiti that covered the alley's high brick wall. "Interesting how he saved you don't you think?" He said pausing briefly to cock his head in John's direction, before speaking again. "He turned you into a glorified guard dog for his whard. Clearly a job quite befitting your station it seems. Tell me Qhuinn, are you rewarded with treats when you're good?" He said taunting him again with his words, his pale face void of any emotion as he glared at Qhuinn with those dead lifeless eyes.
"Let me go!" Qhuinn said firmly, anger rolling off him in waves. His brother was now back, a lesser no doubt and the fucker was still speaking to him like he was the shit under his shoes. Qhuinn looked over at both John and Blay, his big chest moving up and down, taking in large quantities of air into his lungs, he needed air, and lots of it, he felt like a Mack truck had just pulled up and stopped right on top of his chest, raping him of any air. "I'm not gonna touch him." Releasing him, John and Blay still held their ground, flanking Qhuinn on each side. This was Qhuinn after all, he was a contracted 'Ahstrux Nohtrum,' he was a straight up killer and capable of just about anything and being a flight risk, was way up there right now. He was not thinking logically and could lash out at any minute and accidently get himself killed in the process. And that was something that his boys were not going to let happen. No fucking chance!
Locking stares with his brother's image, Qhuinn spoke. "You are not my brother! He said calmly. "Pray… that I don't find you…because when I do, I will kill you.
Do you hear me? Am I clear to you?" Menace wrapped around each of his words.
"You cannot kill me, brother, I am your fresh and blood. You do not have it in you, to do something like that." he laughed, yet those dead eyes showed no life in them that remotely resembled the joy that he portrayed in his actions.
"Give me time!" Qhuinn replied, pain masking his face as he watched his brother disappear back into the night like a ghost.
Qhuinn was silent for a long time. What else was this fucking night going to throw at him. First it was Saxton and his blatant pursuit of his Blay, and now it was his brother. Yes his own brother, the same one he hadn't seen in months since his honor guard beating. His own brother who had now just shown up out of nowhere, and revealed himself as no less than a fucking Lesser, a fucking L-E-S-S-E-R! It didn't matter how many times Qhuinn said those words in his head, it still shocked the shit out of him. When was this torture with his family going to end? How was it going to end? When did the family hurt stop? That's what Qhuinn wanted to fucking know! Would it ever?
Stay tuned…part 3 coming sooner than you think!
Thx Lily :[ Grrr!