So here's chapter 4. It has LEMON-ness, so you've been warned. I won't say anything else about the chapter, but please REVIEW. Also, I'd appreciate REVIEWs for chapter 3 as well, since I'm not sure how that was received either. Enjoy!

They arrived at a small, two-window shack that looked like it hadn't been used in decades. It had only one room, with a bed in the center that could accommodate two persons. Small, shuttered windows let in scarce amounts of moonlight, which partially illuminated the nearly darkened room. An unlit candle rested in a candelabrum to the right of the bed. A faint coating of dust layered most of the room.

As Niall stepped inside behind Irial and the mortal, he asked, "What is this place?"

Irial grinned once as he shut the door behind them, his black eyes twinkling. "It used to be a village pantry of sorts. Then it had been transformed into a modest home. That had been years ago, of course." Walking over to the feathered mattress with the mortal in tow, he paused to lie her down. Then he looked over his shoulder at Niall and said, "Now it belongs to no one."

Niall heard an enticing promise in those words, an invitation he knew he couldn't decline. With trepidation, Niall quietly approached the bed where the mortal lay, her glassy eyes watered with tears.

Irial was striking a match and lighting the solitary candle beside the bed.

Swallowing, Niall took a seat on the bed as well, watching the wick lowly come to life.

Then Irial, with mischievous eyes, turned to face Niall, the candlelight casting shadows along his cruel, handsome face.

Niall swallowed again when Irial slowly smiled at him, hunger in those dark eyes. Why am I afraid? Niall asked himself. What have I to fear? But oh, Niall knew he had so much to be weary of: the beautiful man before him, who'd, without words, promised him pleasure. The darkness he sensed in those blackened eyes, in that enigmatic heart.

My fears must simply be unjust. It wasn't the first time he'd enticed a stranger, nor would it be his last. But… there was a dominance to Irial that frightened Niall in ways he refused to acknowledge. Irial was no ordinary passerby. No, this faery was the type to place himself into your heart and engulf you whole. There was no coming back from his all-consuming nature.

And Niall knew this, sensed it, but he did not try to leave. Not once.

He simply stared into those blackened eyes with parted lips, allowing himself to be sucked in by them.

He'd been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed that Irial was standing much closer to him now, his thighs hitting Niall's bent knees. Niall looked up at him, his lips unable to form coherent word. Then, without warning, Irial palmed a lock of Niall's hair with his thumb and forefinger. His eyes lingered on Niall's mouth.

Niall swallowed hard when Irial- letting go of the hair- cradled his face with both of his hands. His fingers were warm and firm against Niall's blushed skin, slowly stroking the contours of his cheeks.

Niall licked his lips when Irial tilted his head so that he met Irial's dark gaze. In a quiet voice, Irial said, "When I ravish you, I want my name on your lips."

At the dark, seductive command that came from Irial's mouth, Niall began to tremble, his heart racing. Before he could respond, however, Irial had already claimed Nialll's lips as his own. The faery's mouth was pure sin as he kissed Niall, coulds of lust slowly drowning Niall's thoughts. Irial showed no mercy as he swallowed Niall's tongue and breaths, nearly choking him with his hungry mouth.

Niall moaned low in his throat, unsure of the tangle of emotions simmering beneath his skin. Then Irial's hands weren't on his face anymore; they were on his shoulders, sliding the remnants of his torn shirt from his chest. Silky hands found the hem of his pants and slowly began to unfasten his breeches, leaving his head spinning.

So aroused, he couldn't bear it, Niall assisted him, his fingers working quickly to slide the fabric down his hips. Then Irial's hands were on his shoulders again, pressing him down onto the bed until they were chest-to-chest and Irial's delicious weight was between his legs.

Irial's mouth ventured down Niall's jaw and along his bare throat, suckling his sensitive skin. Niall moaned, his finding a handful of Irial's dark hair. Then, just as tantalizingly slowly, he was running his mouth along Niall's bare chest, licking downwards until he reached just below his navel. Niall watched with lidded eyes as Irial took his sex in his hand and tasted him with his full lips, his mouth doing things to Niall that he'd never felt before.

A strangled moan left Niall's throat as Irial swallowed him, his warm fingers splaying Niall's legs even wider over his wide shoulders. Shaking with a need, Niall closed his eyes, hisfingers clutching a handful of Irial's raven hair.

"My gods", he whispered with bated breath, lost in the feel of Irial's glorious mouth, of Irial's hands touching him hotly in places he hadn't imagined.

Then the pleasure stopped, and Irial was watching him with a lusty expression that gave him chills. The faery's dark eyes were heavily lidded with a dangerous kind of desire, a look of personal possession that was startling and fascinating all the same. A look no man had ever given him before.

But Niall had little time to dwell on that. The next thing he knew, Irial's own shirt was sliding to the ground, as were his trousers, and only then did Niall truly get a good look at the faery who'd flustered him. Irial had dark Celtic tattoos that covered a great portion his glorious body, twisting and elegantly spiraling along the taut, smooth skin of his arms and hips. Some were dark words, spelling out secrets in an old language Niall had never seen. Others were ritualistic runes and symbols that told a tale of sorts.

They were painstakingly beautiful.

Niall stared up in awe as Irial slowly lowered his mouth to his, his raven black hair spilling along Niall's chest. As Niall felt his weight press down onto him, he let out a satisfied sound that seemingly made Irial more hungry. With a growl, he devoured Niall's mouth, grinding his hard sex into Niall's achingly tender skin.

A mewl left Niall's mouth, making it hard for him to think coherently, especially when Irial spread his legs and placed them on either side of his tattooed hips. Then all Niall could see was Irial's beautiful face inches from his, with hard eyes the color of volcanic rock.

With labored breaths, the faery said, "Have you ever done it like this before?"

Niall's heart was drumming in his chest, his breaths hard. Irial was asking him if he'd ever been taken by a man before. Could he tell him the truth? Could he admit that the faery would be his first- in this way at least? Would Irial think less of him for it? Would he think him a naïve, silly boy?

Niall knew that he was not virginal by most standards; he'd bedded more than enough mortals. But no one had once bedded him. And that was what mattered, wasn't it?

With a dry throat and a small voice, Niall whispered, "No."

An unreadable expression crossed Irial's face as he looked down at Niall, but he said nothing cruel or mocking. Instead, he gently tasted Niall's lips, moving his hips in unison as he did so. Niall moaned against his mouth.

Then Niall felt a slight prick of pain from below, but tried not to panic. He won't hurt me. And despite having just met Irial, Niall was sure of his words. The pain increased as Irial slowly pushed into him more, but Niall bit his lip to hide his discomfort.

Aware of the pain he was causing, Irial sweetly kissed Niall's cheek and said, "I'm sorry, a ghrá. I know it hurts but it will get better. I promise."

Then he proceeded to slide in completely with a snap of his hips, eliciting a loud cry from Niall's lips. Tears prickled Niall's eyes, but he wouldn't shed them. Not now. His hands twisted into the sheets beneath them.

And then Irial began to move within him and his thoughts of pain entered a void. As the sharp pain reduced to a throbbing sensation, all he could feel was Irial- filling him up and making him whole again, his fast pounding making Niall's skin feverish as ecstasy washed over him.

Before Niall was aware of it, he was crying out; loud, incomprehensible, sensual noises he had never heard himself make. His eyes met Irial's darkened stare as the other faery took him quickly, Irial's hands on Niall's thighs.

Distantly, Niall was aware that the mortal girl was observing from her perch at the end of the mattress, watching the two of them with an unreadable expression. But he cared little.

All that mattered was Irial and his hot touch, freeing Niall from his own reserved spirit, opening him for all to see.

As Irial struck him hard again, Niall whispered, "Irial, take me", only to be rewarded immensely by the request. Irial too, had begun to moan, low, sensual sounds in his throat that made Niall go limp with pleasure.

Then, Niall could sense that familiar feeling blooming in the pit of his belly, taking hold of him. The heat bloomed as Irial continued to pound, and pound, and pound. And then, after one last powerful thrust, Niall heard himself crying out as he came the hardest he ever had, Irial's name on his lips.

By this time, they were both drenched in sweat, eyes glazed. Irial was staring down at him with something between awe and affection, his black hair stuck to his face. And Niall was trembling from his orgasm, staring up at him in disbelief, unable to feel his body.

"What are you?" he whispered in a voice that sounded naïve, even to him.

Irial merely smiled, his mouth a slight tug, "Yours", he replied.

Then, lying down beside Niall and cradling him in an embrace, he whispered, "For however long you'll have me."