Firebug

Taking a deep breath, I looked at Ahal, and opened my mouth to say the words 'I know' but he'd seen that look in my eyes a million times, and waved a hand to silence me, cursing under his breath. "Nothing I can say or do now." He growled, "Go on, get out, have fun and be fucking careful for Christ sake, please." He admonished, and I nodded my head grimly as I got out of the car and wrapped an arm around Torn's shoulders, leading him towards the front door to my building.

I unlocked the front door, pushing it open and let Torn walk in ahead of me, then locked the door once more after I followed him in. "You got a place of your own?" I asked him, part of me doubting he would be able to hide what he was long enough to qualify for an apartment. He nodded his head though, and I arched an eyebrow as he walked around my living room, fingertips lightly touching my electronic equipment and computers as he went. And this time, no sparks flew, he had respect for my shit at least I'd give em that much.

"I like your computers." He said, flipping open the lid of my favorite laptop, a slimline, the monitor was so damn slim it almost didn't constitute hardware. Immediately he tapped fingers to keys and came up with Ebay, the worlds favorite and most loved shopping resource. When humanity had figured out how to make shipping more convenient, online shopping industries had gone through the roof, taking Ebay with them.

"So do I," I replied, sliding up behind him to see what it was he was looking up on my laptop. Yoai comics, I guessed from the pictures that it was some sort of Japanese story book artform where the main characters were pretty boys like Spark was himself. "What's that?" I asked him.

"Yaoi." He said, "I like the comics, just wanted to see if they had anything new that they could ship to me so tomorrow I'd have something to read while you went to work. I mean, If I'm right you wont let me leave, will you?" He asked, cutting his eyes towards me with clear amusement lighting those amazing orbs of his. I chuckled and shook my head, he'd certainly nailed me to the wall, and I was 'spost to be the mind reader. Fuck.

"What's Yaoi?" I asked, rather then replying to the obvious question he'd asked. I slid my hands along his spine and he pressed back into my touch, drawing a soft breath and half closing his eyes. No fireworks though, I guess he didn't wanna take a chance frying my machine.

"mmm, Japanese kinda comic book for gays. Mostly romance, pretty formulaic in most cases, but they're sort of a hobby of mine." He said, rolling his shoulders in a slight shrug. It was almost cute, the fact he liked something like this. "It's hard to find most of the old Yaoi comics, specially since so much of this shit has gone digital." He told me, 'But I like the books, I like the smell of the paper books. Sure, they cost more, but..." he shrugged his shoulders as I watched him bid and ridiculous amount on a set of four books.

"Damn, that's a small fortune." I whistled, leaning over his shoulder.

"I don't have these ones yet." He said, smiling, "And I've got the cash." He told me, rolling his shoulders in a slight shrug again. I wondered how he'd managed to pay for this kinda thing, I mean, those four books alone cost the same as a months rent on my fucking apartment, but I didn't ask. When it came to a supe like this making money, it generally involved breaking the law. I had a feeling Torn's money making means weren't any different then most.

"Is it worth it? To spend so much money on a few special paper back books you don't have?" I asked, finding him unbearably adorable. My chin brushed against the top of his head, his hair catching in my five o'clock shadow, and when I touched him I got a flash of ...want... need... longing... love... contentment... loneliness... So strong that it took my breath away. These books meant a lot to him, I could tell, so when he turned around in his chair to respond to me I cut him off before he could speak, cupping his face and covering his mouth with mine in a kiss that was made specifically to rock his sweet little world.

He moaned into my mouth, and at first didn't pull the fire works until I drew him up to his feet and away from my machines at which point he came alive in my arms, turned to burning sugar on my tongue and made me want to rip him in two with my tongue alone, if I could manage it.

...fuck me...need... lonely... rip my clothes off... I don't need anyone, sex is just sex... get inside of me... pain... agony... forget it all... I need to forget, make me forget...

The more we touched, the more fractured thoughts and emotions I picked up from him. Normally what I picked up was more... coherent, it made more sense, but with Torn I was having a hard time keeping my mind focused and it was making everything break up into bits and pieces which I tried vainly to put together, but doubted I had it all right. What it looked like to me was that he was in pain and lonely and was using sex as a means of drowning it out. As an empath, I knew this was the wrong way to handle it, but as a man I couldn't stop myself from sliding my hands beneath his shirt and pulling the material over his head. Nor could I stop myself from lifting him up in my arms and literally carrying him towards the steps that lead to my loft bedroom, pausing along the way to pin him to the wall and devour his mouth with all the strength and fury I possessed before beginning up the stairs again.

I'd never wanted some one I didn't know so much in my life. I mean, fuck, I know that being an empath and a telepath give me more marked abilities to know people for who they are right off the bat, but this was ridiculous, even by my standards. I knew I was gonna get hurt, because a man who hurt as badly as Torn did inside only spread what he himself felt because he knew how to do nothing else. He was trapped in his own hell, and he would pull me into it if I wasn't careful. But I threw caution to the wind as I tossed him down onto my soft bed and I saw that look in his eyes as his hands slid over his bare chest, tugging on bright silver rings through those perfect nipples of his, then down his belly to work at getting his black leather pants undone. The way he touched his own body made me wish that he was touching me, and the look in his eyes said he knew what I was thinking.

He was amazing, just his flirting, his teasing, gods above but I wanted him. I watched, panting slightly as he tormented me with visuals, his shameless display causing my cock to want to bust my zipper, so I worked open the button just to relieve the pressure while I watched him. It hit me suddenly that he'd probably be a slave, he seemed classically trained as a sex slave, and that would make damn good sense as to why he was moving towards sex to ease his hurts and his angers. My heart went out to him further, wanting to sooth his pains, wanting to give him what he needed so he could be happy again, so he could love himself again. I knew it'd be hard, but I could do it. That's the whole damn reason I have these powers anyhow, right? If I cant do good then what the fuck is the point? At least that's how I feel about it.

"You're the sexiest thing I've ever see." I growled, and he gave a low rich laugh that rolled off his tongue and over my eardrums in a wave of sensual sound, like audible honey, sweet and warm, I wanted to loose myself in that laugh, close my eyes and forget the world in that laugh.

"Am I? Then why are your eyes closed, Gem?" he hissed playfully.

"Because so is your laugh, and I needed to hear it without the distraction you posed for my eyes." I replied, my voice soft as my eyes opened and I took him in. when I said those words, his eyes softened for just a split second, then went back to that mischievous and playful look that I new covered up some deeper emotion he wouldn't share with me until he knew me.

So I was dead set on getting him to know me.

He knelt up, completely nude now after shimmying out of his tight pants, only to lean in and take the zipper of my pants in his teeth, lightly working it down inch my slow careful inch until the head of my cock was free and rubbing lightly against the bridge of his nose, causing me to gasp helplessly and causing him to pan with excitement. He liked my cock against his face, it was erotic, felt good, made him want me more. I could read such things with such intimate contact, but the reading was more like an internal knowing, not the jumble of thoughts and feelings that I had gotten before.

His hands slid into the waste of my pants and worked them down my hips as I began to work each button open slowly until giving up on the buttons and just pulling the material up and over my head. I wanted him, badly, and I didn't think that I could wait for all the teasing and fucking around. I just wanted him. Maybe that made me a monster because I knew hoe tender he was inside, and I knew he needed more then a good lay. Hell, maybe I was a monster, but I was better for him then the were we'd seen back at the club.At least I'd care about what happened to him. These thoughts were a comfort to me as he engulfed my cock in the terrible heat of his mouth and I lost the last of my hesitation.

His mouth was like lava, warm and wet and absolutely scorching, but it didn't hurt. Yea, it did feel almost the verge of pain, but actually pain? No, not at all. It was incredible, how much sensation he was able to display to my body without harming me. He must have had some serious training with his powers because I think if I'd been a fire bug I'd be screwing up left and right, accidentally lighting shit on fire every time I touched it. He lit me on fire alright, it was just a different kinda flame that tore at my insides and made me want to scream for how good it felt.

As he worked the thick head of my cock down his throat in the expert manner only an ex slave generally has, my fingers curled into those billowing clouds of his hair that seemed to writhe with living power. Flames between my fingers, licking at my skin as his tongue licked at the underside of my shaft and his teeth lightly grazed the top side, sending bolts of pleasure throughout my body while at the same time keeping that fire just at a bearable level. It was incredible, I'd never been much of a fire freak. Never played with it when I was a kid, never really felt fascinated by it before, but I was fascinated with it now.

He drew long and hard on me, managing to get half of my shaft into his mouth before bumping the back of his throat. This Is where most folks stop, I'm not really that huge for my size, I mean, I guess I'm average if you look at me in terms of the rest of my body, being six feet eight inches tall and broad as I am, but if you look at me in terms of the rest of the world I was pretty large, my cock matching the size of my body. I'd actually had some men refuse to take me into their mouths, but Torn seemed to have made it his personal goal to swallow as much of me as he possibly could, and wouldn't let the bumping at the back of his throat stop him from his quest.

I worked my ass off not to buck, my hips wanted to buck, hell, I wanted to choke him with my cock on some primal level, I love the idea of some one gasping for breath around my hard cock. I'd never hurt anyone of course, but that mental image sure as hell turns me on. I didn't do it, though my hands gripping at his hair tightened and my hips tensed with the need, but when he swallowed me down his throat all together I let out a low moan and couldn't help but give a jerk in response, my cock twitching down tht heated passage until he pulled out t do it again, the little pick, knowing that it was making me loose control.

After the third time, I was barely able to stand, my knees were weak and I was close to loosing it right there. It'd be a while since I'd gotten off, an I didn't want him to accidentally set me off before I had a chance to give him what he wanted.

"Aah gods, you need to stop." I finally growled, "You'll make me loose it." I added. He just looked up at me with that sexy grin of his, uncaring as to the consequences of his actions. I actually had to yank him away from my cock with my grip on his hair, and he whimpered gasped and pouted all at the same time when I did so.

"What, big guy? No stamina?" He licked his lips slowly, I could tell he was still tasting me on his lips.

"Haven't had sex in a while, Spark." I growled at him, panting as I released his hair and flopped down to the bed beside him, my eyes lingering on hat slight form of his, that beautiful body that I wanted to lick and taste. Next time I'd take it slow, but this time I wanted to have him atop me so I could watch him move his body and impale himself down on me with every movement. "Gonna have to give me a little slack. Straddle my hips." My breath was hitching in my throat with excitement and my words came out rather breathy and hoarse, but Torn grinned wickedly at me, kneeling up to do as I asked.

"Gonna give me the control being ontop?" He asked, clearly surprised.

"I don think of it as you getting' the control. I just know most men can't take me unless they're controlling the downward thrust.' I told him. Man was I a little naive, I know that now, but thinking back on it I realize how incredibly sexually innocent I was with him. He was sophisticated sexually, he knew more positions that I knew even existed, and yet at the time I thought I knew it all.

He laughed softly, a soft sound that was without malice, without any hint of poking fun. He didn't laugh at me, it was just a clear joyous sound that I loved to hear so much I didn't care what had made him do it, then he slide into my lap and my hands gripped his hips as he ground his ass down against my cock and leaned down to lick and nip at my nipples.

Flames licked at my flesh, it felt incredible, wonderful, hell I didn't know if I was even on earth anymore. Each nip was a sharp hot pain and then it was soothed by those sparks caressing against my flesh with that warm soft tongue. God, pleasure like I'd never known before.

At some point, however, during this incredible give that Torn was bestowing upon my body, masculine pride got the better of my mind and I realized that I could turn his whole world upside down and inside out. There are a couple good things about having the powers that I have, and sex is generally one of them. I grinned up at him, reaching out for the lubricant on my bedside table and coating my cock in the slippery stuff, and when he began to lower his body onto mine, my hands went back to his hips and I opened my mind as wide to him as I possibly could.

Yea, this could be dangerous. I'd heard of some paths like me ending up lost in anothers mind, or interlinked with them forever, but at this point I just wanted to show him what it was to be on the receiving end of all his incredible heat. I felt his eyes widen when he became aware of me in his mind, something he hadn't yet noticed, and for a moment there was panic as he tried to shove me out, and even for a moment he tried to pull off of my cock. I held him steady, however, and he gave up on trying to pull off of me.

"You're a fucking Supe." He growled at me, and I grinned back at him, arching an eyebrow. I wasn't gonna show hurt that he seemed less than pleased with the fact, though I was a little stung.

"Trust me, Torn. It'll feel incredible, just trust me." I said to him. "It's just sex, right? Ride it with me." I played off thoughts I'd known he had, I knew he thought sex was meaningless, nothing, dismissive, and if I played on that I thought maybe I could get him to stay. Just sex, he's right, its not like I'm marrying the guy for fucks sake. Besides, he's handsome, he's god damn huge, and I need to be fucked, I need to be fucked so bad. I could hear his thoughts as if they were my own, not garbled and jumbled any more. I could feel his inner torment, that ball of pain that never seemed to go away or diminish, and I could see how he held himself away from most everyone, but what I couldn't yet see was why.

My hands on his hips tightened and I pulled him down a little, causing him to gasp as he hadn't fully taken my length into his body yet. He arched against me, then once more began to slide down on me as my hips rocked upwards to meet him. I could feel when the head of my cock pressed against his prostate, an explosion of pleasure behind my eyes that traveled down to the pleasure receptors in my own body, and when he realized that he could 'feel' his own cock engulfed by tight heat, his eyes widened again, this time in pure wonderment.

"That's right, just trust me. Fuck me, let me show you what I can do." I couldn't help but be proud of this ability, though it wasn't something I shared often, and in all actuality, it'd have been better if Torn had continued on thinking that I was just a supe addicted human, but I wanted him to know about me. On some level I wanted him to know who I was, what I was, I wanted him to care about it like I cared about what he was and who he was. I knew he wouldn't, at least he'd never admit to it but I wanted it anyhow.

I arched my body, thrusting my hips up hard enough to make him brace himself, hands against my chest, gasping for pleasure at the duel sensations in his head and in his body. Everything I felt, he felt as well, like an echo inside his body, intense and overwhelming. And everything he felt, I too felt, echoing inside of my own body. It was incredibly stimulating, so much so that he wasn't sure how to proceed. He knew normally he'd just fuck with wild abandon, until both of us got off, but with this his mind was scattered and he didn't seem to know how to react, instead he just panted helplessly and tried to think through the overwhelming sensations.

I grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him up and sitting up so I could kiss him as hard as I could, rough and demanding, growling as my teeth raked against his lower lip. While I kissed him, my hands slid down his back, and my mind caressed parts of him no one had ever reached before, parts of him that let out pleasure receptors throughout the body because I stimulated his brain, not his body. I had him writhing and moaning against my simple rough kiss as if I'd caused and orgasm, though in actuality, I had not. Fuck me, Torn. I thought that's what you wanted. Out on the dance floor, in the hallway, in the hovermob, downstairs, and now here, didn't you want to fuck me? Now's your chance, fuck me, fuck me till I'm screaming, and so are you. I heard my own thoughts as they slid sensually against Torn's consciousness, and I felt his body twitch with desire, his ass tightening around my cock.

There was a split second of indecision, and then, Torn knew what he wanted. He growled back against my kiss, taking bright shimmering and fiery control of the experience. Fingernails raked down my chest, over my highly sensitive nipples as I reached up and tugged on his own be-ringed nipples, enjoying the sight of them, and loving the sensations they caused in him and Torn both. One of torns hands grasped my large on, pulling it to wrap around the length of his cock. Stroke me, touch me, pull and tug don't be gentle. He commanded me in thought, and I began immediately to do as he said. He was beginning to get the hang of this, a lover who can quite literally read your mind is something most people dream about. I could actually provide reality to the fantasy.

My hand stroked and tugged him as my hips rose and fell to meet all of his downward thrusts, he arched his body, bared it to me, fingernails trailing and making red-lined marks all along my chest and belly. I loved it, I felt seared, purely seared as if I were dinner and he intended to eat me. Every inch of my flesh was sensitized to heat, as if I'd gotten a sun burn, just a slight one, and all touch was even more intense then normal.