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  At Coby’s command he cried out, body bucking as he came on his Master’s cock. Lights went off behind his eyes. It hadn’t been this good in weeks. Months.

  Coby groaned, heat pushing into him, filling him deep. “Mine.”

  He wrapped his arms and legs around Coby, holding on tight. “Yours. Yours, Master.”

  “So proud of you. You did so well...” Coby’s words poured over him.

  He sobbed, burying his head in Coby’s neck, feeling relief and pleasure and so many emotions he couldn’t name.

  “That’s right. That’s right, baby. I’ve got you.” Coby sounded satisfied, sure.

  “Love you,” whispered Walt. “Love you. Love you.”

  “Yes. Yes, baby.” That hand stroked his scalp. “Come on. Bed. I need you. Bed.”

  He nodded. He didn’t even care, he wasn’t letting go. At all. Ever. Here, bed, the kitchen table, it didn’t matter.

  “Good.” Coby slid from him, led him into their room. “Oh. Home.”

  He nodded. He held on. He cried and cuddled and rubbed.

  Through it all, Coby was there, touching him, feeling him, loving him.

  Home.

  ***

  Bastian didn’t even see Jacob, eyes fastened on Gus.

  His Gus.

  His lover.

  His beautiful man.

  “Augie.” He’d done it. He’d survived.

  Gus growled, opened his arms. “My Precious.”

  He stood, shook, nodded, unable to move now that they were actually here. “Yours. You came.”

  Gus came to him, hands sliding into his short hair, tilting his head and then those lips dropped over his own. “Mine.”

  His.

  He moaned, opened wide, his low cry captured in Gus’ lips.

  One of those amazing hands slid down his spine and into his pants, wrapping around his ass.

  Yes. Oh, yes. Please. “Missed you. Augie. Love.”

  “Yes. My Bastian.” Gus’ eyes looked into his own, a slow smile spreading across his face. “There you are.”

  He nodded, something inside him that had insisted over and over that Gus wouldn’t know him dissolving. “Yes. Yes, it’s me.”

  Gus stroked his cheek, thumb sliding across his lower lip. “I have missed you, my Precious. Missed your presence in my life.” He was given a long, slow kiss. “Missed your mouth.”

  “Come to bed?” Walter had made the guest room ready for them. “I need to love you. Please.”

  “Lead the way, Bastian. I have been dreaming of loving you for weeks.”

  He grabbed Gus’ hand, tugged him toward the guestroom, ignoring the writhing forms of Jacob and Walt completely.

  As soon as they were there, Gus stripped him and put him into the bed, low growls the only vocalization. He shook, not from fear but from want, from sheer, honest need. He’d been so good, so long.

  Gus stood next to the bed. “I want your mouth, Bastian. I want it.”

  “Yes.” He nodded, eager, hungry, mouth dropping down onto Gus’ cock with a happy cry. Oh, yes. Yes. His Gus. His Augie.

  Those hands dropped down to his head, holding on, guiding him, reminding him how Gus liked him. He looked up, keeping his eyes open, relaxing into Gus’ touch.

  “Look at your eyes... I’ve missed that look, Bastian. I’ve missed you.” Gus’ voice was passion- rough, the thick prick beginning to move in and out of his mouth.

  He hummed, caught in those warm eyes, the flavor of salt and Gus on his tongue.

  Gus often took his time doing this, both of them savoring it, but today it was fast, hips moving hard and quick, cock soon throbbing in his mouth as Gus’ seed shot down his throat. He swallowed, hands gripping Gus’ hips and holding on tight.

  Gus thrust a few more times, hands on his head, fingers digging in, not hurting but firm, there. Unmistakable. He shivered, humming around the flesh in his mouth.

  Gus’ fingers slid around, cupped his cheek, stroked gently. “And now, my Precious. You are wanting, yes?”

  Bastian leaned into the touch, breathing deep. “You’re here.” He could live without everything else.

  Gus purred and joined him on the bed, hands sliding over him, eyes holding his. “I am here now, but you? I am so impressed with your strength. I knew you had it inside you, Bastian. And that is one thing we can take from this. You now have proof of what I have been saying all along.”

  He purred, pressed close and started rubbing. “I couldn’t let Walt be scared. Oh. Oh, Gus. Your hands.”

  “Missed them, Precious? They have missed you, missed your response.” Gus kissed him again, long and lazy, hands exploring, lingering over the places where Jacob’s body and his own were different, changes he’d become used to in the last two months.

  “Dreamed about them.” He arched, rubbing them together, rocking them together. “So good, Augie.”

  “I will touch you everywhere, inside and out, and then I will make love to you.”

  “Please.” Bastian leaned up, took another kiss, rejoicing in his ability to do so.

  Gus let him lead the kiss and then rolled them so he was beneath the big body, Gus’ tongue pushing deep into his mouth, taking him with an intensity that burned through him. He cried out, bucking, loving the weight pressing him down. Gus purred and growled, making the familiar noises that said “I love you,” and “you’re mine.”

  Those big hands moved on his skin, touching him firmly, knowingly. His nipples were pinched, tugged.

  “Mmm...” He arched with it, begging for more, every nerve in his body alight.

  Gus’ lips left his, began to wander along his skin, licking and nipping and sucking at him.

  “You taste different,” murmured Gus. “Speak to me.”

  “I’ve missed you. I can’t sleep without you, and I ached for you so much. So bad.”

  “I’m here now. You won’t have to sleep without me again.” Gus bit his nipple, tongue flicking across the tip of it.

  “Yes!” The cry just tore out of him, low and needy, desperate.

  “Do you miss your rings?” Gus asked, breathing the words against his skin.

  “I miss the chain, the weight. The way you looked at them.”

  Gus purred. “Soon they will be yours again. To have you. Back in your body.” Another purr. “That will be perfect.”

  “Yes. Yes, I want my own self back.” He smiled, nuzzled. “Thank you for not letting him cut my hair.”

  Gus growled. “He wanted to. Threatened to every day. So I trussed him up and filled him and told him to behave or I’d do it again.”

  “Lucky Jacob...” Jealousy filled him, and he pushed closer. “He can’t have you.”

  “I don’t want him. I want you.” Gus’ moved down, rubbing a whisker-rough cheek against his belly, chin teasing the tip of his cock.

  “Yours. All of me.” He shifted, rubbing his prick along Gus’ cheek, moaning at the sensation.

  Gus turned his face, tongue and lips sliding on his flesh, making him even harder. The thick fingers rolled his balls, teased behind them.

  “Oh. Yes. Please.” He spread wide, begging for it, needing it.

  “I won’t leave you wanting, my Bastian.” Gus breathed on his balls and spread his legs even wider with those big hands, tilting his hips. Then a puff of air was breathed against his hole, a barely there touch of hot tongue.

  “Oh...” He grabbed his knees, pulled them up and back, the offer blatant.

  “Yes. Oh, Precious. You have no idea how I have missed your eager body. Your need.”

  Gus’ tongue slid across his hole again, and then again. It was a tease, a promise, and the next time Gus’ tongue passed, it pressed in, stretching him as he had not been stretched in two months. Oh. Oh, yes. How he’d needed, how he’d needed this. His cry was sharp.

  Demanding.

  Gus chuckled, but didn’t stop, tongue pushing in further and then setting up a solid rhythm, fucking him. He groaned, riding the sensations, moving ea
gerly. Gus’ pleased rumbles vibrated him from the inside out. His hands scrabbled on the sheets, hips bucking up and up, cock slapping on his belly.

  He thought Gus was going to drive him absolutely crazy, the way he was pushing and pushing, opening him up and thoroughly wetting him, but not going any further, not taking him with that thick cock he loved so much. Then finally a finger joined Gus’ tongue, stretching him further.

  “Oh. More. More, love. Please.” He wasn’t above begging.

  Another finger joined the first, Gus’ tongue sliding away, slick stuff pushing into him along with those two thick digits.

  “Oh...” Oh, fuller than he remembered, more of a burn.

  “Is it all right?” Gus asked, fingers still moving, stretching apart. “This body is a virgin.”

  “A virgin?” He groaned, thighs shaking. “So full. So good.”

  “Apparently your brother has never let anyone in.” Two fingers became three, Gus purring, stretching him further.

  “Oh...” He reached up for Gus’ shoulders. “I will let you in. Always.”

  Gus nodded. “Yes. Are you ready, Bastian? Ready for me now?”

  “Always. Please, love. Please. I need.” He had waited months; nothing as petty as being in Jacob’s body was going to stop him.

  Gus’ fingers slid away, the blunt heat of his lover’s thick cock pressing against his entrance.

  He gasped, twisted, eyes wide at the burn. “Augie...”

  “Ride it out, Bastian. Look into my eyes and ride it out.” Gus didn’t pull back, didn’t stop, just continued to press slowly in.

  He blinked up, caught in those eyes, caught in the burn and ache and pressure and Gus.

  “My Precious,” murmured Gus as he finally stopped moving, hips pressed against his ass, cock so deep.

  “Yours. Full of you. So full.” His hands traced Gus’ face, waiting for his body to relax.

  Gus was patience itself, nuzzling into his hands, staying still and solid, buried inside him.

  “Love you.” He breathed through the pressure, sighing as it eased, accepting Gus in. “Now.”

  “Yes, Bastian. Now.”

  Gus began to move, cock head sliding past his gland, making him fly as the thick cock moved slowly in and out of him. Words just poured from him, deep and low and desperate, telling Gus how lonely he’d been, how scared, how hard he’d tried.

  Gus’ low voice answered him, telling him how proud Gus was of him, how beautiful he was, how Gus would defy time itself if this were to happen again.

  “Love...” He tensed, orgasm sliding down his spine. “Please!”

  Gus moved harder, faster, one hand wrapping around his cock and tugging as his body was filled over and over again.

  “Show me, my Precious. Show me how much you need.”

  “Yes. Yours. Need you. Yes.” Seed poured from him, splashing onto his belly, so hot.

  Gus moaned, cried out his name, and heat filled him in long pulses before Gus collapsed down onto him. The weight was long-missed, but still familiar and warm and so right.

  “I love you, Bastian.”

  “My Augie.” He held on tight, tears spilling from him. “Stay.”

  “You just try and move me,” growled Gus, staying buried deep, solid weight remaining above him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  He nodded, groaned, held on. “Okay. Okay. Good.”

  Gus kissed him. “Rest, Bastian. Tomorrow we will make our way to the temple in the outskirts of Belloch and find the ones who can bring your mind and your body together again.”

  “Yes. Yes, Augie. Love you.” He smiled, exhaustion tugging at him. “You will be here when I wake?”

  “I said I would not leave you, Bastian. I will not break my word.” Gus shifted, settled next to him and drew him into the warm arms, holding him close.

  He nodded, closed his eyes. He would believe. He had to.

  Chapter Eleven

  Walt woke whimpering, the body behind him wrong, more slender and softer than Coby’s form, and for a moment he panicked.

  Then he remembered, and he relaxed, still whimpering, but now his body pushed against the body his Master inhabited.

  “Shh. Shh, baby. I’m right here.” Coby’s teeth were at his ear, sharp, teasing. “Been watching you sleep.”

  He moaned, that voice, the biting. Yesterday was no dream; this was not Bastian, who was very kind and nice, but not at all his Master, behind him.

  “So beautiful.” Coby’s cock nudged his hole, hands pulling him back onto the hard flesh.

  He cried out, body pushing into the invasion, inviting it, wanting it, needing it. How long had it been since he’d been woken by Coby’s hard prick?

  “That’s right, baby. Gonna take you and fill you and then plug you so my seed stays inside you.” Coby rolled atop him, fingers hard enough to bruise.

  He cried out, body pushing back into Coby, reveling in the touches, the words, needing so bad, needing so hard.

  “Yes, Master. Please. Please.”

  “Right here, baby. Inside you, loving you.”

  “Yes, Master.” He cried out, body pushing back into each thrust, begging for another and another and another. He didn’t want this ever to end. He wanted the hardness and the heat and the need to continue.

  Teeth scraped his shoulder, sliding sharp and strong. “Mine.”

  “Yours. Oh, Master, yours.” He shivered and curled his fingers into the sheets, holding on, pushing his ass back.

  “Come for me. Give it to me.”

  He screamed as his body answered that command, squeezing Coby’s cock hard, his own cock shooting its pleasure in hot pulses.

  “Oh, yes. Yes, baby.” Heat filled him, Coby pressing him down onto the bed.

  He reveled in it, in the heat and the pressure and the weight of his lover.

  “Missed you.” The back of his head was kissed, tongue dragging on the skin.

  He gasped, whimpered, shook with such pleasure. “Yes. Oh, yes, Master. I missed you.”

  “You did so well.” Coby sounded so proud, so pleased with him. Him.

  He was practically vibrating with pleasure, his body squeezing tight around Coby’s cock again. “For you, Master. I tried for you.”

  “You make me proud.” Coby bit his ear again, fingers twined with his own. “So good.”

  “Oh, Coby.” He felt tears of happiness prick at his eyes and he blinked them back. “I love you,” he whispered.

  “I love you, baby. Never letting you out of my sight again.”

  Walt nodded his head. He could so get behind that thought. “Never again.”

  “That’s right.” Coby smiled against him. “Was Sebastian good to you?”

  He nodded. “Oh, yes, I. Well, you would not have been proud of me if it hadn’t been for him. He kept me from hurting myself and used your body to ease my fears.”

  “I am very proud of you, baby.” Coby’s voice brooked no argument.

  He beamed, rubbing his head back against Coby’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

  “We’ll travel today, visit the monks.”

  “Will they be able to help?” he asked, fingers grabbing Coby’s tightly. “Will I have you and your body back?”

  “You have me, regardless. I hope they will have me back in the right body.”

  “Promise me,” he demanded, knowing he was out of line but unable to keep the words from tumbling from him. “Promise me I will have you regardless.”

  “I am yours, baby.” The words were serious, sharp, filled with truth. “I swear it.”

  He nodded, relaxing, ease and comfort filling him as surely as Coby’s seed.

  “We should shower together, ready ourselves to go.”

  “You were...” he swallowed, loath to tell Coby what to do, but he needed. “You said you would plug me, leave your seed inside me.”

  “Mmm...” The sound was low and happy, like a large cat. “I did. I meant it, also. Hand me a plug.”

  Walt reached under th
e bed, fingers searching through the shapes in the box there. He wrapped his fingers around one that was shaped like Coby’s cock with a large, flared base. Moaning, he handed it back.

  “Mmm...” Coby chuckled, patted his ass. “I love how you walk with this one in you.”

  Then Coby’s cock slid from him, the plug pushing in and filling him.

  His whimper at the loss of Coby’s cock morphed into a moan of pleasure, his body rippling around the hardness of the plug. There was a thrill of pleasure, too, at the thought that Coby would be watching him, watching his ass as they walked.

  “Oh, beautiful, baby. You’re so beautiful.” Coby bit his hip, hard enough to mark him, to bruise.

  “Master!” He jerked, whimpering. “Oh, yours. Yours.”

  Coby’s fingers stroked his balls. “Mine.”

  He undulated, the touches pure Coby. “Yes. Yes.”

  “Love you, baby.” Coby sounded so happy, so satisfied.

  He shifted, turning to see his lover, his Master, his Coby. “I love you, Coby.”

  “Love you.” Those eyes were Coby’s, through and through.

  He reached up, touched one warm cheek, laughing as the long hair tickled his hand.

  “It gets in the way all the time.”

  “It tickles,” he murmured. “I’m surprised you didn’t cut it.”

  “Gus protested, and it is important to Sebastian.”

  He smiled, pleased to hear Coby say something nice about his twin. He knew there was little love lost between the two men. “He was very good to me, Coby. Kept me from hurting myself.”

  “I worried about you, about him neglecting you.”

  “He didn’t, Coby. He isn’t at all what I expected. I mean, you don’t speak about him a lot, but I was expecting someone much more... less.” He really liked Sebastian and was hoping they could stay friends, but not if Coby didn’t approve.

  “He is a different person than the man I knew, baby. He’s not hooked on the cappers anymore.”

  “Maybe we could stay in touch? After...” He looked up into Coby’s eyes.

  “Perhaps. I will need to speak with Sebastian, settle things between us.”

  He stroked Coby’s belly. “Once you are back in your own body.” Oh, he wanted that, was waiting for it.