“I will.”
He rejoined Semoriel and followed his brother out the door. “So where are these others?”
“Just outside the city. Most of them have gathered beyond the gates, waiting for news on what’s happening.”
Senses alert, Gabriel kept his wits about him. “Good.”
When they reached the gate, Semoriel hesitated for a moment. It gave Gabriel the chance he needed. He seized his brother by the throat and pressed the tip of one claw into the flesh just enough to prick it. Semoriel froze.
“I suggest you tell me just whose side you’re on, little brother.”
Semoriel snorted. “You are nothing. He will never let you live. Your pathetic Jesse and that damned mage will be your undoing.”
“Who is it?” Gabriel yelled, pressing his claw harder. Blood trickled down Semoriel’s neck.
“Kill me! It matters not. My master will have you and all of Abaddon under his thumb. Ba’al was no match for him.” The blood flowed faster, yet Semoriel didn’t so much as twitch. He let out a hoarse laugh and threw his arms up as best he could. “Kill me, Bela! My liege, I shall die for you!”
Gabriel plunged his claws into his brother’s throat and blood spilled over them both. Semoriel howled and shook, and Gabriel released him. The demon collapsed to the ground, hatred flaring in his eyes before they too, like the rest of him, turned to dust.
“Lazarus! Jesse!”
Gabriel ran back to the keep, ignoring the stares he got on the way. He burst into the throne room and skidded to a stop. Lazarus had one demon in ethereal chains, delighting in the way the creature writhed and howled. Jesse held his own, though with a bit more difficulty. Gabriel caught the demon just before it broke Jesse’s spell.
“Who is it?” He threw the demon to the floor and advanced on it, wings spread.
“Where is your master?”
The demon cowered, obviously made of far less mettle than Semoriel had been.
A spark of brilliant blue light sizzled over its body and it screamed. Jesse kept up the bursts, giving the demon just enough time to gasp before another shock hit. It finally threw up its hands in surrender. “Stop!”
Gabriel motioned for Jesse to ease down and then he crouched near the humbled demon. “I’ll ask you one more time. Who and where is your master?”
“Miritria, Hiil is in Miritria! He is the god of Nemiaton.”
“Why is he in Abaddon?”
“Conquer. He wishes to conquer all of Abaddon.”
“Do you know this Hiil?” Jesse asked.
“I do. He has never tried something like this, though,” Gabriel said. He eyed the demon before him. “You and your friend --” He motioned to the one Lazarus still toyed with. “-- may live. I’m sending you back to your master with a message.”
The demon nodded.
“Hiil will never take Abaddon. Ba’al may be defeated, but he will return. And I --
and my mages -- will be there with him. We will see Hiil destroyed.”
Lazarus released the other one and both demons fled. The mage let out a sigh.
“And I was having such fun, too. Must you always interrupt, Bela?”
“So what now?”
“We gather our forces -- as many as will join us,” Gabriel said. “Then we go to Miritria.”
“What is Miritria?”
“The next land over,” Lazarus said as he dropped down onto the bed. He stared up at the ceiling. “Abaddon’s capitol, so to speak, is here in Terrova. There are, however, other lands that fall under Ba’al’s rule. Or, well, that did, anyway.”
Jesse cleared his throat as quietly as possible and looked away. Anywhere but at the expanse of bare, blue flesh beneath the hem of Lazarus’ shirt. God, what had gotten into him lately? He caught Gabriel’s eyes, and was surprised to see much the same expression.
“Jesse, can I speak with you privately for a moment?”
“Of course.”
Jesse followed Gabriel out into the hall. Once the door closed, he started to open his mouth, but Gabriel stopped any words. Jesse moaned into the kiss, realizing they both were hard and ready.
“Please tell me…”
Jesse groaned and nodded, gasping out between kisses. “Yes. Fuck, now I see what you saw in him.”
“Both of you.”
Finally managing to stop for a second, Jesse looked into Gabriel’s eyes.
“Question is, what will it do to us? And will he even go for it?”
Gabriel smiled and stroked his fingers along Jesse’s jaw. “I know you aren’t ready to say it, and that’s okay. Just know that you mean everything to me, Jesse.”
“So does he.”
“So does he,” Gabriel repeated. “I can’t deny it and I certainly can’t explain it. I just know that I can’t watch the two of you, and not want you both.”
“You know, you could’ve just said something,” Lazarus pointed out.
Jesse’s mouth dropped open and Gabriel laughed. Regaining his senses, Jesse said, “Whatever happened to privacy?”
Lazarus chuckled. “One thing you will learn soon enough. We mages know when we’re being discussed.”
Jesse looked from Lazarus to Gabriel, then back. “So… how much did you hear?”
“Enough.”
“And?”
Lazarus walked back into the room, stopped, and glanced over his shoulder.
“And I honestly don’t see how it’s going to work if you two remain in the hall. A bed is much better suited to this, you know.”
With Gabriel’s hand in his, Jesse followed the mage into the room. He stopped abruptly when Lazarus tugged his shirt off, revealing a well-defined chest. He itched to touch the blue skin, much like his own, and it didn’t take much coercion before he ended up on his knees before Lazarus.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” he muttered, running his hands up long legs encased in thin but form-fitting pants.
“Thank you.” Lazarus rested his hands on Jesse’s shoulders, then moaned softly a few seconds later.
Jesse glanced up and nearly melted into the floor when he saw Gabriel and Lazarus kissing. “Holy shit…”
They acted as if the time apart had never happened, like they knew every little nuance of one another. Jesse smiled and licked his lips, one hand falling to knead his cock through his jeans. Never had he thought about a threesome, but then again, he’d never been faced with beings like these two, either. Shaking the haze of lust from his brain, he dove into the first thing that came to mind.
He freed Gabriel’s cock and gave the head a slow, circling lick. Pre-come oozed onto his tongue and he lapped it up, hungry for more. One of Gabriel’s hands landed on his head and those long fingers speared through Jesse’s spiky hair. Jesse then turned and released Lazarus from the confines of his pants. Where Gabriel’s was thick, Lazarus’ was long and slender, the perfect complement to the lithe mage.
Jesse gave the head a teasing, experimental lick and the taste burst on his tongue.
Sweet, cool. He sucked it into his mouth and loved the way Lazarus curled forward, fingers digging into one of Jesse’s shoulders. Jesse pulled back and switched to Gabriel, getting another good taste. He pulled them both closer together, as much as possible, and licked up one shaft, then down the other. Then he managed to get both heads into his mouth, which earned him dual grunts from above.
“Enough,” Gabriel panted, stepping back slightly. “On the bed. Now.”
“Mm…” Jesse hummed as he licked Lazarus’ cock, the mage rocking into his mouth. He stopped long enough to ask, “How you want us?”
“I don’t care,” Gabriel growled. “Just get there.”
Lazarus chuckled and backed up toward the bed. “He’s obviously still the same pushy bastard he used to be.”
“God, yes.” Jesse stripped, while the other two followed suit. Then he crawled between Lazarus’ legs. “Please…” He teased two spit-slick fingers behind Lazarus’ sac, rubbing the puckered entrance. “Tell me you bottom.”
Lazarus drew his legs up, hips lifting. “Quite well, actually.”
Jesse bent down and licked the small hole. He pushed in with his tongue and Lazarus moaned, rocking his ass back and forth. When two slick fingers touched his own ass, Jesse got the hint. He rose up and lined his cock up. Then as he leaned down to catch the mage in a kiss, he thrust inside. Lazarus groaned and arched, driving Jesse deeper into the tightest and coolest ass he’d ever felt. A moment later, he grunted into Lazarus’ mouth, his own ass opening for Gabriel.
No one said a word, but the moans and pants were more than enough. With every thrust into Lazarus, Jesse slid off Gabriel. Every withdrawal impaled him on Gabriel’s cock again. Caught between the two of them, he knew he wouldn’t last long.
Beneath him, Lazarus closed his eyes and fisted his own cock, chanting under his breath. Jesse sped up, Gabriel matching his thrusts.
“Oh, fuck… fuck!” Jesse jerked and shouted, filling Lazarus just as the mage shot onto his stomach. Gabriel buried his cock deep and groaned, muffled by his mouth on Jesse’s shoulder.
It took several moments before any of them could move. When they finally did, Gabriel withdrew and lay down. Jesse eased out of Lazarus and collapsed between them.
“Please tell me that wasn’t a one-time thing,” he panted.
“Not if I can help it.” Gabriel chuckled.
“Lazarus? What about you? How do you feel about it?”
The mage smiled over at him, looking more at peace than Jesse could ever remember seeing him. “Whole.”
What do World of Warcraft, SpongeBob, cooking, writing, and an unnatural addiction to Mountain Dew all have in common?
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Born in north Alabama, Mychael now resides in north Mississippi. Having run the gamut of labels in regard to gender and sexuality, Mychael now shuns society’s views on normality and embraces a poly-everything attitude. Call Mychael her or him--
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