Lover Redeemed - Part 4
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This is only a fan fiction piece dedicated to Qhuinn and Blay, my two favorite boyz.
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Qhuay Love FOREVER!
Lover Redeemed
Written By Lily
After everything that had transpired a week ago now at Iron Mask, Blay had been walking around the mansion in a daze. He had never felt so much pain before in his entire life. He almost wished that things between he and Qhuinn have never happen, that way he wouldn't be in this fucked up position right now. Qhuinn had become his drug of choice during those blissful months together, and being without him now was making his life so damn hard, it seemed as if each day was a struggle for him to get out of bed and do the things he needed to do. It was his own stupid fault anyway, deep down he knew that Qhuinn would have eventually freak out anyway, he had just hoped that it would have happened way-way-way later instead, but that little dream ended just as quickly as it had begun. Now Blay wanted nothing to do with Qhuinn anymore, living in the same house as him was unbearable. Seeing him at First Meal every night, feeling him so close, sitting there right beside him was something he dreaded daily, he could literally feel the heat radiating off Qhuinn's body as he sat clenching his jaw like crazy beside him, night after excruciating night. The need to reach out and touch him was still just so great, but Blay had to keep reminding himself that he would never do that even again, because he was in no way interested in one sided love, not anymore, that was for damn sure. He knew that his love for Qhuinn would eventually fade in nothing with time…right?
Their relationship was non-existent now. Qhuinn and Blay had gone from being best friends to passionate lovers and now to hateful enemies. They only spoke and addressed one another when they had too and that was only for brotherhood related business, nothing more. Hunting was a nightmare when they were scheduled to patrol together, they would keep as far away from one another as possible, always ensuring that there was always someone else present to mediate the tension between them, that was now obvious to every single person who lived with the mansion walls, including a very pissed off Blind King.
Deciding that he was sick and tired of feeling like shit, Blay picked up his BlackBerry and called up the one person that would guarantee to get under Qhuinn's skin and grate on his very last nerve, like no other person ever could and that was his dearest cousin Saxton.
As the phone rang, Blay nervously waited, his cheeks coloring slightly when the call was abruptly answered. "Hello… Saxton?"
"Well hello Blaylock, this is a pleasant surprise." Saxton drawled.
"Yes it is I guess…I ahhh, called…it's been a long time. How are you?" He said hesitantly. His tone soft and shy.
"Indeed it has. I am well, as always. More importantly, how are you Blaylock? Still an item with my dearest cousin, Qhuinn?" He asked curiously. Saxton voice was sending out, definite distain at the near mention on Qhuinn's name.
"Let's just say that ended… as expected. And to be completely honest with you, I'm relieved it's over. It would have never worked out between us anyway…we were far too different in so many ways." Blay lied. Yeah right, ever heard the saying, 'Opposites Attract,' mocked the little voice in Blay's head.
"Well, I can't say that I'm not pleased to hear that piece of good news Blaylock. I have never forgotten about our kiss. That was definitely something I was eager to explore further." He purred.
"Good, that was what I was hoping to hear. Are you available to come by the mansion tomorrow night for First Meal? We can have something to eat here and then we can go out afterwards and do something we both like together. Does that interest you Saxton?" Blay tone became more confident now as his words, teased.
"You have no idea how much, Blaylock." He drawled. "Splendid, then it's a date. I will see you tomorrow evening for dinner and then who knows—" He said wickedly. "Oh and Blaylock, I am looking forward to starting up, where we left off."
"I'd like that very much Saxton. See you then." With that Blay ended the call, satisfied with the way it played out, yet why did he still feel so empty? Time, you just need time. He told himself.
Saxton was one of the very few civilians that could enter the brotherhood mansion freely, to come and go as often as needed. He was now Wrath's head Legal Council, and with that he visited the compound on a regular basis, following up and completing old and new business proposals for The King, so coming to dinner was really no big deal, well, no big deal to everyone else, except Qhuinn, that is.
When Qhuinn arrived at First Meal the next night and saw Saxton at the dining table sitting next to Blay, laughing and talking, something territorial in him snapped at the sight of them together, which quickly escalated into something a little homicidal too. Walking slowly towards Saxton like the lethal predator that he was, Qhuinn's current mood was nothing less than toxic and if his cousin was smart, which his was, he would seriously re-think about provoking him tonight, because right now, Qhuinn was wired with jealousy. That feeling was seriously riding him hard, and when he felt like this, then that meant he was capable at that moment of doing just about anything.
"Well hello cousin. My, it has been a long time hasn't it? Saxton said, already baiting Qhuinn from the get go. Well there goes that theory of re-thinking the whole provocation thing.
Walking towards his cousin, Qhuinn leaned down until he was only inches away from his ear and whispered softly. "What the fuck are you doing here?
In a hushed tone Saxton answered, cocking one perfectly arched brow at Qhuinn.
"Blaylock was gracious enough to invite me to have dinner with him here at the mansion, before we left for our date later this eve. Something I am thoroughly looking forward to and will no doubt enjoy right up until the very end." He replied, testing Qhuinn's restraint even further, implying that he was ready, willing and able to fuck his mate, at the first chance he got. Clearly this punk had a death wish!
"Date huh? How nice for you both." He said sarcastically, speaking quietly into his cousin's ear. "Motherfucker, I don't know what game you're playing at right now, but I am not a male you want to fuck with." He growl low, leaning in closer. "And let me remind you of something else in case you've forgotten. Do not think for one fucking second, that this thing between Blay and me is over and done with, because Blay will be Mine…soon enough. You can bet on that cousin. And one more thing, if you hurt him…I will rip you apart and leave you for the sun. Am I coming in loud and clear?" Qhuinn asked, narrowing those mismatched eyes as he waited for his cousin to respond.
"That is quite amusing cousin, considering it is painful obvious that you took care of that yourself. No one has hurt Blaylock more than you." He hissed, venom dripping from his tone.
"Is that right?" Qhuinn growled again, moving so that he was now right up close in Saxton's grille. "Do not assume shit about me, you fuck. You have no idea what I am capable of doing when it comes to protecting what's Mine. Just remember what I said." He snarled, before reaching over to grab a hand-full of Fritz's homemade bread rolls. He then abruptly stood and glared for a moment at Blay, locking stares with him before stalking out of the dining room, through the vestibule tunnel and straight out the door, into the night. He needed to vent and what better way to do that, than hunt…again.
Over the following weeks, Qhuinn watched as Blay and Saxton continued on with their bullshit dating routine. Everywhere he turned, there they were together, laughing or worse, whispering to one another in hushed tones, making him even more angrier and jealous every time, if that were even possible. It had gotten to the point that he intentionally stayed away from the mansion for as long as he could each night, before he was forced to return back prior to dawn, just to avoid seeing them together. He had also started hunting solo, hunting his brother on his nights off, trying harder to track and kill him, so that this nightmare he was going through with Blay could end. And then maybe if he was lucky, things could return back to the way it had between them, their love hopefully growing into something even stronger than it had been before, a testament to their unwavering love for one another. Qhuinn knew that if anyone found out that he was hunting and patrolling on his own, night after night that he would have his ass handed to him on a platter, and that wasn't just by Wrath either, it would be by all the brothers including John too. But he couldn't afford to think about the repercussions his actions could cause him, instead he had to remain focused on his target and that was what he intended to do until this was all over, so that one day soon, this could all be hopefully done and dusted and forgotten about forever.
That night it was warm July evening and he was on rotation with Vishous and Butch. John Matthew had the night off, and was most likely hanging out with his shellan enjoying himself. Wrath had them on a rotating roster, so they could all get to know one other better, learn about each warrior's strengths and weaknesses, and all that kind of shit. This way, when you hunted and fought alongside any one of them, you would know what to expect. Know how they operated, what made them tick. It was a strategic and logical tactic that had been put in place by Wrath, and that made perfect sense, a skilled move on The Blind King behalf, someone who was still very much an essential player in this war against the Lessening Society.
Qhuinn had been patrolling for hours walking around in alleys and darkened street with V and Butch with nothing to do except wait for the fight to come looking for them. As V and Butch paled around now, a new sadness stirred in Qhuinn's gut. He missed being out in the field with John and Blay, they were his boys and they had been a team from the very beginning, a great fucking team at that, so he couldn't help but miss the bond that they had shared together.
He just couldn't seem to snap out of this sad sappy mood that kept riding him, no matter how hard he tried to shake it off. His mood felt like grief in some strange way, like mourning something that was still very much alive, which was even worse, because pain couldn't fade if you could still see the things you loved. No, 'Outta sight, Outta mind' logichere, noooo…that would be way too fucking easy then, wouldn't it? No… easy was not what life threw Qhuinn's way, not ever! Fuck you very much! Qhuinn thought, quickly snapping out of his own little five minute Psych' session, he righted himself, before getting back to the task at hand, hunting lessers, hunting his brother!
The night dragged on, with no lessers in sight. Hey maybe they were at the Omega's house for a fancy dinner and they just lost track of time? Contemplating his joke, Qhuinn couldn't help the big ass smile that instantly crept up and plastered itself on his perfect face. Focus! He told himself. Shit, they still had four hours until sunrise to kill before returning back to the brotherhood compound. Patrolling had come up with exactly jack, so V suggested that they check out a new club, for a couple of hours before returning back to the hunt again. The club had just opened up in downtown Caldie, and it was owned and operated by some vampires, a couple of heavies and surprise-surprise, V knew the owners. The brother had connections everywhere.
Down with V's plan, they all piled into Escalade again and headed for the club. When they arrived, they didn't need to wait in line or anything lame like that, instead V just walked right in, past all the people waiting, only to pause for a second to acknowledge the head of security with a quick fist bump as he passed. The club was called Deceptions, earning its name from the deceptive nature of the patrons it catered too. Basically the club life was one big ass lie. Club-goers lied to get in, then they drank using their fake ID's, they lied and gave fake names, lied about their lives and who they really were, but most of all, they told every lie in the book to get to Holy Grail and claim the almighty hook-up. Lies were lies, no matter which way you played it. The clientele consisted of both vamps and humans. Sexual orientation was a mystery, so whether you were gay, straight or bi, you were guaranteed to find what you were looking for behind those four walls. This club was any sexual deviates, perfect playground. No wonder V knew about it, true?
As soon as V, Butch and Qhuinn entered the club, heads turned in their direction. All three males were ridiculously good looking, well over six and half feet tall and dressed in their fighting leathers. To say they stood out was an understatement. The owners soon came over and welcomed V to their new club. V did some additional introductions for his boys before they were shown to the Brotherhood's VIP booth, similar to the one they had at ZeroSum. Drinks flowed free, compliments of house. V drank Goose as usual and smoked his Turkish tobacco hand rolls, while Butch sucked back his favorite Lagavulin Single Malt Scotch Whisky, shot after shot.
Qhuinn had decided against the hard stuff, no Herradura for him tonight, he was seriously acquiring a taste for that delicious amber liquid and that was not good. So tonight, he was tossing back Corona's instead, his second favorite drink of choice. One that didn't give him a hangover the next day, so he could pretty much guzzle it back with no consequences.
Mid swig of his Corona, Qhuinn stopped drinking. Returning the bottle to the table, he narrowed his blue/green eyes, lifted his chin up and sniffed the air…Blay was here. Tracking his scent, Qhuinn's eyes roamed over all the patrons in the club, one by one until he found what he was looking for. There he was, walking into the club, looking as beautiful as ever. …and behind him, with his hand resting on Blay's lower back was his motherfucking cousin…out with his Blay… again. At the moment Qhuinn was tempted to unsheathe one his own daggers and gouge out his mismatched eyes, the sight of them together was getting way too painful to stomach. Blay looked perfect as always, dressed in all black, sporting tailored Dolce & Gabbana slacks and shirt with the three unbutton at the throat, the contrast of all that black against his light hair was striking, it somehow made him look even more handsome, if that were even possible. He wore a black Hermes' belt with a gold belt buckle, displaying the trademark 'H' and black Prada shoes. His best friend was straight out of GQ. Qhuinn's heart sank as he watched Blay, but he was still very much fixated on his target at the same time tracking Saxton's every move. At the sight of him, Qhuinn's fists automatically rolled into balls, turning his knuckles white. Jealousy coursed through his veins like fire, burning his soul as rage roared through his body, begging to be set free, to unleash a serious beating on cousin's ass.
V knew straight away what was going down with Qhuinn. "You need to calm the fuck down, boy." He warned, getting Butch's immediate attention. "No blood spilling for you tonight…true?"
"Relax V. He's still breathing, isn't he?" Qhuinn replied casually. "For now…anyway!"
Qhuinn looked on with homicidal thoughts running through his head. Saxton was looking as dapper as ever, the fucker, in his usual three piece suit combo. He looked like something that had just stepped off the pages of Men Vogue, perfectly pressed with not a hair out of place. He was the exact opposite to him, in every way. How could Blay's taste vary to such an extreme? Qhuinn thought. They were like night and day, zero in common, correction, he was still family, begrudgingly.
They were seated in a booth on the opposite side of the club, sitting closely together. Saxton had serious game, the motherfucker knew his shit, knew how to get what he wanted. Now he watched his Blay with lust in his eyes, undressing him where he sat, running his fingertips seductively over his forearm, back and forth, sex dripping off every move he made. He looked so smug, as he put the moves on Blay, touching him freely, like he had every right, with not even a care in the world. It made Qhuinn sick, the truth was, Blay belonged to him, regardless of the fucked up scene that was going down now. Qhuinn watched as Saxton's mouth grazed Blay's cheek lightly as he spoke softly in his ear. His heart pounded in his chest, beating him to death where he sat. Saxton was now kissing Blay's neck, sweeping his tongue over his vein in a series of lazy sweeps. Qhuinn felt like he was going to serious murder his ass. No wait… he was going to slaughter him, slowly, yeah-yeah-yeah, a much better plan, much more painful, make the fucker suffer. The lovely-dovey play continued on, to Qhuinn's revulsion. He watched as his cousin, brushed Blay's hair gently off his face, caressing his skin as he ran one finger seductively over his lips before he leaned in to kiss him on his beautiful mouth. Qhuinn's big body now vibrated in fury as he watched on in anger. Those lips belonged only to him. MINE! He thought.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That's fucking it! Kill him! said the little voice in Qhuinn's head. You know you wanna do it! He's kissing your mate! Are you just gonna sit there all night and watch on from the sidelines, like some P-U-S-S-Y? Just then, Qhuinn shot up out of his seat, like a lightning bolt zapped him in the ass.
"Sitcha ass down!" V warned "Pick your battles wisely boy. True?"
"V's right, my man." Butch countered. "You got a wrong place, wrong time sitch goin' down here. You feel me?"
"I got this…my shits together!" Qhuinn replied calmly looking at V and Butch. "I'm solid…I'm not gonna hurt him. I'm just gonna go over and say a quick hello to my dear cousin…that's all." He lied, not caring whether they believed him or not. And they didn't!
Qhuinn didn't wait to hear any more of what Vishous or Butch had to say. He knew that they were just looking out for him, but he was going to do what the fuck he wanted anyway, so screw the majority opinion. If the tables were turned and they were witnessing one of their shellan's making out with some male in a club, Qhuinn knew that V and Butch would have dropped the motherfucker where he stood, end of story. On that note, Qhuinn stalked over to their table, trampling half a dozen innocent club-goers in his path, until he was inches away from Blay and looming over Saxton like a goddamn mountain.
Fucking hell! This is so not good. Blay thought as he looked up and saw Qhuinn looking at Saxton like he was ready to kill him at that very moment.
"Ahhh, so nice to see you again Qhuinn." Saxton said sarcastically, unfazed by Qhuinn's current state.
"Bite me!" Qhuinn countered quickly. "Save your fake ass pleasantries for someone else Sax, I'm not interested in your bullshit."
"I was merely being a gentleman, cousin. Something, you clearly know nothing about."
"Okay…let's just chill out…take a breather boys." Blay said rationally.
"I can assure you Blaylock, I am quite calm." Saxton replied. "It is your ex-friend here that is behaving like an ancient Neanderthal."
"Motherfucker do you have a death wish?" Qhuinn growled, his words filled with promise as he stared Saxton down.
Dismissing Qhuinn's threat, Saxton stood up and moved out from behind the comfy booth. "Blaylock, I need to attend to that small piece of business that I told you about early, and again, my apologies for allowing this to intrude in on our date." He said glancing over at Qhuinn. "I will tend to this matter as promptly as possible, and when I return, I will be all yours once again. And rest assured, I plan to make it up to you." He winked, as he leaned in to kiss Blay's cheek, seductively holding his kiss longer than what he needed too, baiting Qhuinn even more as he heard him growl low in his throat over his shoulder. Once Saxton left the booth and was safely out of hearing range of Blay, he momentarily stopped beside Qhuinn. "Did I forget to mention cousin? I always get what I want! Best that you do not forget that." He said, throwing his own threat out there, now blatantly challenging Qhuinn where he stood, before turning around and elegantly walking away.
"Fuck you!" Qhuinn spat. "Next time I won't be so fucking pleasant motherfucker!" He yelled over his shoulder as Saxton disappeared through the massive crowd of club-goers.
"Was that really necessary Qhuinn?" Blay asked, looking at him in disgust.
"Fuck yeah! He's lucky that he still has a pulse."
"I'm not going to do this with you Qhuinn." Blay said seriously. "I want you to turn around and leave."
"I just wanna talk…" Qhuinn said sadly. "I miss you."
"I don't."
"You—don't— what?" Qhuinn asked, anger slipping into his tone. "Which one is it, Blay?"
"Both! I don't want to talk to you and I don't miss you." He lied, trying his best to continue on with his fake charade.
"Stop lying Blay! I can smell how much you want me. I know it! And you know it!" Qhuinn said sniffing the air.
"Fuck you Qhuinn."
"Baby, you already have and quite well if I recall." He said teasingly, loving how Blay blushed at his words.
"Fine, then I'll leave instead." He said as he got up and walked away, leaving Qhuinn to stare after him, jaw clenching like crazy as he desperately fought the need to punch something, yet again.
Blay made his way through the large crowd to the private VIP bathrooms at the back of the club. He needed to get away from Qhuinn. These weeks apart hadn't even made a dint in his feelings for him. If anything, Blay wanted him even more now. What do they say? Absence makes the heart grow fonder. How true that was!
As Blay entered the shiny black tiled bathroom with its slick gold fixtures, he was glad to see that it was empty. He walked over to the basin and splashed some cold water over his handsome face, hoping that it would somehow clear his mind. He knew deep down in his gut that he was using Saxton as nothing more than a distraction to help him get over Qhuinn. He liked spending time with the male, that was a given. They had so many things in common and being around Saxton was just easy, almost too easy. Maybe if he kept up the charade and continued hanging out with him more regularly, maybe his feelings could possibly turn into something more over time.
Who was he kidding, he knew he would never love another person the way he loved Qhuinn. It was impossible! He still loved him so fucking much, and that made seeing him even harder. Like tonight, all he wanted to do was reach out and touch him, if only for a second, just to remember what he felt like. Just then, the bathroom door flew open and Qhuinn came powering in. He had followed him, just like Blay knew he would. Their eyes met, and that was it. Instant fireworks!
Blay stalked towards Qhuinn and grabbed him roughly by the back of his neck and kissed him hard on the mouth, pushing him into the last double sized stall before flipping the lock and sealing them in. There was no talking at first because they were on each other in seconds, desperate to feel, to touch. This game had no rules, it was all or nothing. Their need for each other was urgent, to the point of pain. Unable to get enough, hands were grabbing, touching, squeezing. Mouths were kissing, licking, sucking, biting. Anything they could use to get closer to the one they loved, but had denied all these long sexually deprived weeks.
Their kissing was so intensely intimate that Blay could barely catch his own breath, but he didn't stop, couldn't stop. He was so hungry for Qhuinn, moving his hands under his jacket, dropping it onto the shiny floor, his weapons followed next. He was now only in his leathers and a black wife-beater that was quickly yanked over his head, adding to the messy heap on the floor. Blay was like a hungry animal, running his hands over Qhuinn's stomach and chest, sucking one pierced nipple into his mouth, tugging on the silver loop with his tongue, then giving the same attention to the other, making Qhuinn's body buck in pleasure.
Blay pushed him hard against the stall wall as he kissed him again, moaning into his mouth as his tongue licked all around, savoring the taste of him. He sucked at his neck, grazing his fangs roughly over the delicate skin. "I hate you." Blay whispered in Qhuinn's ear as he bit down hard, breaking the skin, drinking in Qhuinn's essence, hearing him moan as he continued taking hard pulls with his beautiful mouth. "Don't stop!" Qhuinn begged, running his fingers through Blay's soft hair, pressing him closer, urging him on, feeling him drink more and more of what he was so willingly offering. Releasing his vein, Blay stopped and looked at Qhuinn for a moment, tilting his head back slightly, he licked at the trail of blood that he could feel running down the side of his mouth with the tips of his tongue, as Qhuinn watched on in awe, utterly enthralled by him. He groaned loudly, as Blay licked and swallowed the delicious crimson liquid once more back into his mouth, captivating Qhuinn were he stood.
Qhuinn then pressed Blay up against the same stall wall, kissing him passionately again, his mouth urgently trailing hot kisses all over his face. "You don't hate me, you love me! I know it and you definitely know it" Qhuinn corrected as he shifted Blay's body, bracketing his head in his big hands as he kissed him some more, unable to get his fill. His beautiful mismatched eyes shining with passion as he watched Blay in amazement, all the while, making sweet love to him with his mouth. Qhuinn yanked the fabric impatiently from Blay's slacks, and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, desperate to touch all the golden skin that he loved so much. His hands followed everywhere his mouth did, trailing wet kissed over every part of Blay's heavily muscled body.
His bonding scent was now everywhere, in the air, and all over Blay. A tantalizing smell, similar to Jasmine and Amber mixed in together with Sandalwood and Cedar, such a completely masculine combination. An irresistibly intoxicating blend perfect made for Blay's senses, a scent that beckoned his name and enticed his need for Qhuinn even more.
Qhuinn moved one big hand between their hard bodies, and down the front of Blay's slacks, over his hard dick, outlining him with his fingers, desperate for more contact, needing to get closer to him in any way he could. They kissed with urgency, trailing their hands all over each other's bodies. The weeks apart had been torture on them both. Unable to hold back his feelings any longer, Qhuinn spoke. "I miss you so fucking much baby." He groaned as he kissed the smooth skin at Blay's neck, moving his hands down lower, unbuckling his belt, needing to desperately rid him of all his clothes, so that they could be just skin on skin, and for Qhuinn to know once again what all the golden skin felt like under his fingers. "Ugh, I miss you." He said again, moaning into Blay's neck. "I just can't stop thinking about you."
Just then, Blay stopped touching Qhuinn, instead, he shoved him hard, sending him flying back against the opposite wall. In shock, and hurting like crazy, Qhuinn stood there silently for a minute and stared back at him, trying his best to control the desire coursing through him, begging to be released, screaming for Blay's touch.
"What… baby?" Qhuinn asked gently, watching as Blay tried to compose himself.
"This…this was a mistake!" He said adamantly as he reached and unlocked to bathroom door, before turning one last time to look back at Qhuinn. His beautiful blue eyes, glazed over with emotion as he left him standing there alone, again, ditching Qhuinn for the second time in the same night. Blay was two for two, once again.
"Blay wait!" Qhuinn shouted after him, but his plea was too late, Blay was already gone.
Straightening his clothes as best he could, Blay left the VIP bathrooms. He still couldn't believe what he had nearly just done. No less than a few minutes ago, he was ready, willing and definitely fucking able to have sex with Qhuinn, up against a bathroom stall no less, classy stuff, whilst he was still technically on a date with Saxton. What that fuck was he thinking? Qhuinn's bonding scent was now all over his skin, invisibly branding him, and damn him if he didn't fucking love it too! Relished it! How was he going to explain this to Saxton now? Or did he even want too? As Blay walked back into the main part of the club, he looked towards the booth they had been occupying and thanked Christ that Saxton was still in his meeting.
Blay decided at that moment against a confrontation with him. He was in no mood, nor did he have the energy needed to have to explain himself and his fucked up actions that had now lead him to his current predicament. He quickly took out his BlackBerry and sent a message to Saxton, telling him some fake ass lie, bullshit about not feeling well, something about a migraine, and a rain check on their date for later on in the week. Satisfied with the message Blay pressed send and walked out of the club, dematerializing back to the mansion a few minutes later.
Walking through the vestibule tunnel, Blay was fuming. Why did Qhuinn keep doing this to him? And why couldn't he resist him? Because you're in love with him dumbass! Mocked the little voice in his head. Christ, change of plan! Blay thought. With that, he headed directly for the storage room by the kitchen that held all the good liquor, he grabbed two bottles of V's favorite Goose and made his way up the grand staircase and into his bedroom. He was ready to get rip roaring drunk and those two bottles meant that he planned on being on the sauce the entire fucking night.
Blay wasn't exactly sure how he got to be in Qhuinn's room, but that's where he was right now. He was standing at the base of his bed, dressed in only a pair of red Adidas running shorts that kept sliding down his lean hips, which was seriously becoming annoying. He was still holding a bottle of Goose in one of his big hands and he was pretty sure that he was now onto his second bottle. Probably true, considering he was having trouble trying to string two measly thoughts together in his head.
He watched as Qhuinn slept naked, he lay flat on his belly with one arm under his pillow cradling his head. His long legs were apart as he stretched out widely on his king size bed. He looked so perfect laying there, the sheet that had been covering his back, was now draped low over one side of his body, leaving one golden cheek bare. The male didn't even have to try Blay thought, he was positively gorgeous, and he oozed sexy appeal, even in his sleep. Blay continued sucking back a couple more hits of V's Goose, trying hopelessly to numb himself out some more as he took in the sight of the male he loved. Why did he have to be so damn tempting?
Listening to him sleep, Blay never realized that Qhuinn lightly snored, the sound was kind of comforting to him, soothing almost. Like if they were mated and shared a bed, it would nice knowing that he was always there, right beside him, protecting him. Blay remembered the times that they had been together, he had been so utterly exhausted, every time after Qhuinn's lovemaking that he had always gone straight to sleep, clearly never hearing that sweet sound he made when he slept. Thinking about them together now hurt! Why did it have to end so soon?
Qhuinn was dead to the world, completely oblivious of Blay's presence, definitely a good thing right now, considering he was hard just looking at him. His face now no longer held that scowl it always wore, instead all his features where relaxed, content to ride the slumber train for as long as they could. His breathing was slow and even out of his open mouth, oh how he loved that mouth. The same mouth that had given his body so many hours of deliciously endless pleasure, the same mouth he still craved now.
Qhuinn would always be the most beautiful creature to him. That was undoubtedly an intrinsic fact that he would have to live with until his dying day. How was it possible for one person to have so much power over another? He would never know. Watching Qhuinn now, his heart hurt, like it literally fucking hurt, similar to a dull ache that never seemed to go away, no matter how hard you rubbed at it. Hello bonding scent! Missed me! Fuck me! Blay thought, taking a step back from Qhuinn's bed, his bonding scent now filling Qhuinn's room with his need for him. His body was forever betraying him. It was as if it had its own agenda. Why did he have to love him so much, and how was he going to make himself stop? Now that was the million dollar question, that not even he, had the goddamn answer too.
Qhuinn stirred, he was woken by a delicious dark scent that wafted over him. He breathed in deep, taking the spicy fragrance into his lungs. Why was that tantalizing smell so familiar? Opening his eyes he remembered now. How could he have ever forgotten that delicious scent, it had lived within him for only a few short months before he fucked everything up…that smell was Blay.
Turning his head, Qhuinn tried to adjust his eyes to the darkness that engulfed his room. He scanned his bedroom, running his eyes over all his furniture, but nothing. He was certain that Blay had been in his room, the scent was so strong, even now. Out of the corner of his eye Qhuinn saw something, if only for a second, he moved off his bed and walked over to investigate further, bingo! He found his Blay. The male he loved, now lay flat on his back, his sweats nearly falling off his lean hips as he thrashed around on the soft plush carpet that cushioned his strong back. He held a bottle of Goose in one of his hands, no doubt from V's stash, Qhuinn thought, which he had now conveniently cradled again his hip.
Dropping down to his knees next to Blay, Qhuinn spoke in gentle voice. "Baby, what are you doing on the floor?"
"Drinnnnking…see!" Blay slurred, lifting his now nearly empty bottle of Goose in the air, before returning it back down to rest against his hip again.
What was this, déjà vu? Didn't he do exactly this a few months ago to Blay. Based on his current state of intoxication, Qhuinn would definitely bet that he was the painful reason for Blay's little private drinking party.
"Why did you do it Qhuinn? He asked sadly. "Why did you give up on us? " WAIT! Don't answer that!" Blay said dramatically, waving his bottle of Goose in the air as if he suddenly figured out all the answers to his own questions. "Ugh…I know what it is?
I wasn't good enough, right? That's it, isn't it? Ugh…I knew I would work it out eventually." He said again, mumbling aimlessly to himself.
"That's not true." Qhuinn corrected, running his fingers through Blay soft hair. "You're fucking perfect to me Blay, never forget that…I would never change anything about you."
"Mmmm! Then why did you throw me away Qhuinn?" He asked, looking up at him with those bright blue eyes that now reflected only sadness and pain. "I would have cherished you… everyday… for the rest of my life." Pausing, he let out one long breath. "But now… it's over!" He said sadly. "No more us, we're done…dusted… finished!"
"I'm so sorry my baby…I fucked everything up for us." Bending down over Blay, Qhuinn kissed him gently on the mouth. He placed tiny feather-like kisses all over his face, on his eyes, trailing his tongue along his lash line, he kissed the tip of nose, then nuzzled it with his own, then moved to kiss his high cheekbones, flushed now from his pleasure as he lay there on the soft carpet basking in the blissed out state of being touched by Qhuinn.
He then moved over to Blay's ear, licking lightly around shell shaped cartilage. "I can't help but miss you my baby." Qhuinn said truthfully as he sucked Blay's lobe into his mouth. "Please tell me you miss me too? He only felt Blay shake his head from side to side, silently answering a no to his question. "Really…not even just a little?" Qhuinn pressed.
"Okay…maybe just a little…but that's it!" Blay answered, his tone drowsy from all the liquor flowing through him.
"I'll take that…I'll take anything you wanna give me, even if it's only just a little." He said smiling now as he kissed Blay's neck and throat, sucking gently at the vein he so desperately wanted to taste. But this moment wasn't about him, it was about Blay. "Tell me baby, what can I do to make this up to you?" Qhuinn asked, sucking on the hollow dip of Blay's collarbone. "I'll do anything!" Moving over him, Qhuinn straddled him and sat down on top of Blay's hard thighs and stared down at him from his towering height, not moving anymore, just staring instead, his beautiful mismatched eyes filled with pain as he waited for some kind of response from the male he loved.
Seeing Qhuinn like that, Blay dropped his bottle of Goose and rested the same hand flat against Qhuinn's belly, looking up at him he began brushing his fingertips along the hard ridges of his abdomen, running his palm flat over the hard muscle back and forth, from side to side, almost in a silent comforting caress, his touch lasting only briefly. He then moved his hands and rested them both on each of side Qhuinn's legs, wrapping them around the backs of his thighs. He then looked back up at Qhuinn, yet he still didn't answer.
"You don't have to say anything, that's something I need to figure out for myself." He said wisely. "All you need to do is lie back and relax, just like that. Let me take care of you, for once! I promise you baby…this is gonna feel so good." He said, taking one perfect rosy nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the tender bud, sucking the sensitive skin with long drags of his mouth, then latched on its twin and did the same.
Blay was still silent, hands still curled around the backs Qhuinn's legs. He continued to move over Blay's body, kissing the side of his torso, running his lips over his ribs, then over to his taunt abdomen, lightly trailing each muscle with his tongue, then he laid open wet kisses on the two defined grooves at his hips, immediately earning him his first moan from Blay.
"You like that? Tell me baby, what else do you like? Qhuinn encouraged.
He still didn't speak, instead Blay moved one hand from where it rested on Qhuinn's thigh, and wrapped it behind the back of him neck, tugging gently, he brought Qhuinn's mouth down to hover just above his proud hard length, that now rested flat on his belly, peeking out from underneath the waistband of his running shorts.
Qhuinn didn't hesitate, not even for a second, he removed Blay's shorts and then scooted down his body, positioning himself between his now open thighs, his chest cushioned nicely against the soft carpet, the fibers licking at his skin like a lovers touch. Qhuinn lifted one of Blay's legs and moved it to rest over one broad shoulder, then balance his own body weight on Blay's other thigh. He then place one heavily muscle forearm over Blay's abdomen, a strategic move, to keep him still. Looking up at Blay, Qhuinn brought his hand up to his mouth and licked the centre of his palm before moving it over and wrapping it around, Blay's rock hard erection.
Qhuinn used the wetness of his palm to move his hand easily up and down Blay's shaft, gripping him firmly, as his wrist effortlessly slid back and forth, creating a delicious friction over the sensitive flesh. Qhuinn then bend his head down to the base of him, sucking both twin weights into his mouth, one at a time, fisting them in vise-like grip, sending Blay's hips bucking into the air.
"Ughhhh," Was the only sound to escape Blay's mouth.
Qhuinn continued on. He moved his fingers over Blay's slit, coating them with his essence which he used to glide his hand more freely all around his thick shaft again, enticing Blay further. He shifted his body, moving higher up to position himself better before bending his head down to take Blay into his wet warm mouth, before pleasuring him until he exploded, then watched on, as Blay rode out his orgasm until he was completely and utterly spent. As Blay recovered, Qhuinn got up and threw on a pair of black Levi's, then returned back over to him where he was still lying flat on his back against the plush carpet, now asleep. He slid his sweats back up his legs and picked him effortlessly up off the floor, briefly resting Blay's full weight against his body with one arm, before lifting him into the air with both arms, he then cradled his head against his bare chest, and then secured him tightly in his strong arms. When he was satisfied with his hold, Qhuinn then quietly walked out of his room and into Blay's, depositing him gently onto his big bed, and under the covers. Afterwards, he just sat in Blay's room for hours, just watching him sleep. Things were definitely looking better—er…sort of. Scratch that, yes things were definitely moving in the right direction for them, thank Christ. Yet Qhuinn still contemplated his next move, what was he going to do next?
Stay tuned Lover Redeemed - Part 5 out in 1 week.
Thx Lily