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Chapter 6

Alexei caught Caden as he staggered and fell, arms automatically wrapping around him to support his body. Still dizzy from their kiss, he sank to the floor with Caden as the writer writhed and half-screamed in pain.

Distantly, in a far, far corner of his mind, he felt something stir, but he brushed it away impatiently.

“Caden,” he whispered. “Caden.”

Alexei did his best to comfort him. He held him, whispered sweet reassurances. He didn't draw away, even when Caden raked nails down Alexei's skin, breaking the surface and drawing blood. He didn't pull away when Caden turned tear-filled, haunted eyes to him, dead eyes. He didn't even turn away when Caden fell silent and limp in his arms.

He continued to stroke Caden's hair, his mind working in lines and colors. This, he thought. I want to draw him like this, utterly broken. It would be a beautiful piece.

Alexei, he moaned, slumping further and sliding down, his cheek coming to rest on Alexei's thigh.

I didn't think such things existed. Such horrible, awful things, he whispered, rubbing his cheek against Alexei's jeans, like a cat scent-marking. His eyes were puffy and red-rimmed, finally dry. He had cried his last tears.

Alexei sighed, stroked Caden's hair. He didn't know how to comfort this strangely breakable man. He didn't know if he should run screaming out of the building or give in to his body's memories and be with Caden.

Caden's breath blew out slowly, teasingly, along Alexei's thigh, and he shuddered, fingers tightening into his lover's dark hair.

They suddenly fell upon each other with the thirst of a dying man, lips locking, tongues tasting, fingers exploring.

Alexei didn't remember ever making a conscious decision to progress in this direction, didn't remember deciding to make love to the heart-broken writer. But it was the only way he knew how to comfort Caden, the only thing he could think of to take away his pain.

So what if this caused him more pain in the end? So what if he was only digging himself in deeper with a man he barely knew, when he swore he would never go that deep again? He didn't care. Because all that mattered was Caden's tongue, eager in his mouth, Caden's fingers snapping the buttons and pulling down the zipper, Caden's body pinning him to the floor.

Before he knew it, Alexei was naked and sweating, ripping at Caden's clothes as if something precious was hidden behind them. And something infinitely precious was hidden behind the clothing , something beautiful and hot to the touch.

Alexei stared at Caden with eyes that showed just how beautiful he thought all that tender, swelling flesh was. He showed Caden with his eyes; his hands on his ass, ripping into flesh, drawing small pain noises from the writer; his mouth locking around the head of him and rolling silky foreskin so delicately in his mouth; he showed him how beautiful he thought he was by using his body.

Alexei's teeth grazed skin lightly as he kissed his way up Caden's body, the friction of their rubbing bodies making the writer writhe and moan beneath him.

Caden gave Alexei wild eyes as his body danced and bucked, letting him know that the pleasure was treading that line between feels better than anything and too much.

Alexei straddled Caden, lightly brushed his hand across chest, stomach, cock. Caden's skin was burning up beneath him, hot enough to hurt, but he barely noticed it. His own skin was cool to the touch, as if the two were polar opposites and when they clashed, they negated the other's temperature so that neither felt the pain.

Caden shifted beneath Alexei as they kissed. His fingers dug painfully into Alexei's cold skin, the writer's blunt nails gripping with bruising force. Their hips rolled rhythmically and Alexei could feel the sticky liquid on Caden's cock that signaled he was close to coming; it slicked both their skins and made Alexei tremble with anticipation.

Alexei, Caden murmured. Please.

The artist paused in his movements and broke their kiss; he was unsure of what Caden was begging for until he received the mental image that was all the quivering writer could produce.

Alexei slid down Caden's body, the friction delicious. He pushed Caden's legs up and hooked his lover's ankles around his neck. His body was tense as he leaned forward to moisten Caden's tight hole.

Caden was panting harshly and grinding against Alexei, desperate for penetration. Finally, Alexei began to ease himself inside the writer. He paused every few seconds to give him time to adjust because he knew this was dangerous without some kind of lubrication.

Caden's spasming muscles tightened around Alexei's cock as he pushed further inside him. He gave a harsh cry as Caden twisted his hips and his muscles tightened further around him. Ice cold liquid filled Caden's insides, slicked the tight walls of his ass; Alexei was able to pump his hips in a harsher rhythm now that his cock was softer, limp. Though it was quickly growing hard again.

Caden's own dick quivered and then spasmed as Alexei rolled his hips back and forth. He came all over the artist's muscled chest and belly. His semen dampened the honey curls around the base of Alexei's cock.

Their bodies slid together as they kissed again, both of them writhing from the sensations, breathing sharp and erratic. Alexei fell out of Caden as they turned to their sides, their hot and cold bodies fitting together perfectly. They folded their arms around each other and held one another close.

“I don't know what you did in your past, Caden, to make your eyes so empty, so haunted. I don't think I care, because I know you're a decent person.” He grinned suddenly. “And you're an a-fucking-mazing lay!” he chuckled.

Caden blushed, but snuggled in closer to Alexei, resting his forehead against the artist's shoulder.

I think I love you, he mumbled, the blush still high on his cheeks.

“Hey, works with me.” Alexei grinned.

Flirt, Caden thought playfully. Alexei managed to shrug, but the grin never left his face.

Not a very modest one, though.

“No,” Caden agreed with a smile. “Not very modest at all.”