GemInI Souls

Hampton stood. "Very well, Razeal, I can see that my timing was not conducive to the purpose of my visit, but I leave you with this thought, and forgive the cliché, but: 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'. Think about it, will you? I'll be in touch." In seconds, Hampton transformed into a cloud of shadow and disappeared out of the club through the door Sevrin left open.

"He's pissed," Razeal observed.

"Do you care?" Sevrin asked.

"Not in the least."

Sevrin waved his hand and the double glass doors shut, their steel locks clicking into place. It was a nice punctuation to the vampire's departure.

Razeal sighed heavily and tried to pull away from Sevrin's grip. Sevrin, however, had other ideas.

"The first time was to show Hampton we belong to each other," he whispered, huskily. "This one is for me.' He pulled Razeal into a kiss again, more passionate than the first one because this time, Sevrin meant it on a much deeper level.

"I've missed you," he whispered.

Razeal pushed the drinks aside and quickly climbed over the counter. He fell into Sevrin's arms. "Not half as much as I've missed you, you damned bastard. Two fucking years is a fucking long time to wait for you to find yourself, yet again."

"Well, I'm here now, so just shut up and let me show you how much I've missed you. Will he be watching?"

"No doubt."

It didn't take long for them to get undressed. Sevrin laid his leather duster jacket on the floor and pushed Razeal onto it, easing beside him and pulling the dark-haired mage into his arms.

"Gods, Sevrin, it's been too fuckin' long."

Sevrin plastered kisses all over Razeal's face, neck, shoulders, then worked his way back up again. "I've been thinking about this all day," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.

"We should move this upstairs," Razeal suggested.

"First we fuck like we haven't seen each other in two years, then we'll go make love."

Razeal chuckled, pulling Sevrin into a kiss. The taste of salty skin and the feel of heavy whiskers turned him on more than he ever thought possible. Maybe he could get used to the rugged, cowboy image. On Sevrin it was damned sexy. It brought back memories of range riding and ranching, making love on horseback in the days of gunslingers and backwater towns. It also brought back memories of fucking under the stars in the desert or mountains, living by campfires, the smell of horse hide and leather, the taste of dust and salt. Razeal's cock reacted to the memories like it was one of Pavlov's dogs.

Sevrin's hand sought Razeal's hardness and stroked it, with gentle squeezes in between.

Razeal gasped as a bolt of excitement seared its way through his groin.

"We could, you know," Sevrin whispered into Razeal's ear, his hardness growing by the second as he stimulated Razeal's cock. He rubbed himself against Razeal's thigh, igniting more heat and friction.

"C-could...wh-what?" Razeal stammered as he sucked in quaking breaths with each stroke Sevrin lavished upon his aching member. The warmth of pre-cum leaking out his tip heightened the pleasure. "Make love under the stars?"

Sevrin kissed him, nibbling his clean-shaven face, biting at his jaw-line and earlobe. He breathed into Razeal's ear and that pulled the dark-haired mage into a quivering mass of flesh and desire. "Gods!" he breathed out, putting his hand over Sevrin's and urging his lover to more.

"Yeah," Sevrin replied. "Why not? My horse is saddled and I'm ready to ride."

"Your horse is in here and waiting for you to mount up," Razeal argued, pushing his cock deeper into Sevrin’s palm. "Fuck me, dammit! I want you inside me! Now!"

Sevrin moved to kneel at Razeal's feet and pulled his lover's legs apart. He gazed down on the lean body before him; the stiffening cock that arched and bobbed expectantly over Razeal's taut and bronze-colored stomach...this was the outer beauty that encased the other half of Sevrin's soul.

They simply stared at each other, drinking in the other's presence and not just with the eyes.

"You're still as beautiful as you were on the day we first met," Razeal whispered.

Sevrin's eyes softened, and for a moment time stood still. The only sound they could hear was the heavy breathing between them, the heartbeats of two souls in synchronous union.

"I always think about that day...those days. Do you?" Sevrin's voice was low and cautious.

Razeal pulled Sevrin to him. "Always," he replied, latching their lips together.

"Can we ever go back?" Another cautious question. Sevrin's hands roamed over Razeal's chest and shoulders almost as though he could reach in through the skin and tap into the dark-haired mage's soul. It was electrifying, energies untapped for months, coming to the surface, sparking their nerves. Razeal trembled under his touch.

"No, but neither can we forget, and that's just as good."