Dark Paths Ch. 03

PJ touched the backs of his fingers very softly to Xavier's cheek and shook his head in apparent wonderment.

The cocky grin had slipped, to be replaced with a slightly puzzled frown. "Dying?"

PJ had opened his mouth to answer when he was interrupted by a phenomenal crash from somewhere out in the hall. It sounded as though someone had just ram-raided the front door. Chavez sat up on the arm of the sofa and craned his neck, peering through the window into the expansive front gardens.

"Car's okay," he said in answer to a question his boss hadn't asked. "Either we're under enemy assault or Wylde's back. Same thing, really!" He shrugged and sank back down again into the embrace of the recently vacated chair.

Several interior doors slammed in quick succession then the double doors to the lounge swung open and the singer burst in looking slightly dishevelled and still wearing his long black coat. He seemed to relax when he saw them though.

"Oh... you're here!" he exhaled looking oddly relieved.

"And where else would we be?" PJ looked mildly amused by this eccentric entrance, not as irate as Xavier supposed anyone else might be if a guest treated his house that way.

"I..." Rayne held his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "I dunno... where's Clay?"

"Studio," PJ said returning to the chair and pulling Chavez out of it casually in order to flop down there himself. "Auditioning for the next shoot. You know he likes to watch the auditions."

"I thought you did too," Rayne smiled at him fondly, then his eyes moved curiously to Xavier as if he was wondering what the kid was still doing here. If he 'did' think it, at least he wasn't crude enough to put it into words.

"It's bad for my heart!" PJ declared, laying his hand flat to his chest in a dramatic gesture, though his blue eyes still smiled.

Xavier knew a snub when he saw one. Usually it wouldn't have mattered one bit to him, but it bothered him this time. Mostly because the second Rayne had come through the door the pulse in his throat had started to throb, and that was odd in itself because usually if he had the hots for someone the throbbing was considerably lower.

Xavier played it cool for the moment though. He snagged his shirt and slipped it back on, then dropped onto the sofa and kicked back.

It was a little thing but the singer did not miss it. He glanced enquiringly from PJ to the blond and back again.

"You been doing some auditioning of your own while I was out?" he chuckled knowingly. "You dirty old bugger, he's young enough to be your grandson!"

"Or young enough to be one of your not inconsiderable by-blows, honey," the older fellow flashed back dryly. "Except I guess he ain't because he's got too much class for that!"

From his perch on the chair arm, Chavez licked the tip of his finger and scored an invisible point.

Xavier rolled his eyes, not really appreciating being talked about like he wasn't there. However, there 'was' one thing he wanted to clear up; joke or not.

"That was just some fun, not an audition. I don't need a job."

"He's teasing, honey," PJ soothed with a genuine smile for the boy. "I don't operate like that. I 'do' like to watch though. Hope you don't mind. And after that dance routine, if you ever 'did' need a job I'd take you on-board right away."

Rayne looked curiously at the older man, an odd little smile playing about his lips but for once he said nothing, merely shrugged off his coat and slung it over the back of the sofa, collapsing there as if he was mortally wounded.

Seeing Rayne suddenly relax, it occurred to Xavier to wonder what had got him so uptight when he stormed though the house a few moments ago. "Why were you so worried about knowing where everyone was?"

The singer had stretched his arms out along the back of the sofa and let his head roll onto his shoulder to study Xavier thoughtfully. Someone had been watching them at the club the other night, and without Clay's security guy picking up on it! Rayne didn't like the idea of that one bit. Either they had been followed there or Lagrado was being literal when he referred to 'his territory'. Whichever way he was determined to find out.

"Sweetheart, do you know who 'owns' the club where you dance?" he asked more seriously now.

That was not a question Xavier expected, but he answered anyway. "Zeph runs the place, but the business is owned by a corporation called C.L. Entertainment...why?" Xavier wasn't sure he cared why. He was watching Rayne's half closed sexy eyes and the lazy smile on his lips and wondering if he could get to taste them again.

Those full, pale lips framed the words silently; 'C L Entertainment... C L... Cole Lagrado'. Rayne shook his head slowly, not wanting to get angry in front of the boy. In all probability the staff at the club never had direct dealings with the guys at the top of the food chain (quite literally at the top of the food chain in this respect!) He slumped back into the soft caress of the sofa cushions rubbing the stiff muscles in his neck with a groan.

"I think I just met your boss," he told Xavier at last.

Xavier wasn't sure quite what to make of that. He was sure he didn't mean Zeph, so that must mean whoever owned Switchbacks. And that still didn't answer the question why Rayne was so anxious to find PJ... make sure he was alight... Xavier glanced over at the older man sitting next to Chavez. Someone threatened him, maybe? But who and why, and what did that have to do with C.L. Entertainment? Or him? All good questions, and all ones Xavier wasn't sure he should ask now.

He licked his lips with the tip of his tongue. "You don't sound happy about that." He observed.

Rayne looked over at him with an odd sort of smile, almost an unhappy smile, if that was at all possible. He heaved a sigh.

"The guy struck me as a bit of a creep," he breathed evasively. "I didn't like the idea of you belonging to somebody like that. That's all."

Xavier bit back the automatic reply that he did not belong to anyone. It would only sound like a case of 'the lady doth protest too much'. Besides, he was inordinately pleased that Rayne had thought about him, and that he didn't like the idea of Xav belong to a creep. He forgot all about wondering how Rayne could have connected the guy to the club, or what it had to do with him being worried about PJ's whereabouts.

With a grin he leaned over and kissed Rayne's forehead. "Very chivalrous."

Rayne Wylde ran one hand gently up his breastbone in the open neck of Xavier's shirt, taking his time, enjoying the hot, moist feel of the dancer's skin. His fingers caressed the younger man's neck and travelled smoothly back into the sweat-damp curls of his blond hair where they lay against his nape. He tilted his head, studying the faint swell and blush of the two small bite marks he had administered the night before. Curious that. They ought to have healed by now. He drew Xavier down towards him, touching his lips to the marks every so gently, cooling the heat of the boy's skin with his mouth. The area around the bite was almost feverishly hot to his probing tongue.

That was unusual. Sometimes Feeders liked the sensation of being bitten so much that they took active steps to keep the wounds visible, agitating the skin or even cutting themselves so that they did not heal so quickly. He did not think that Xavier seemed quite so unstable but didn't know how to ask the question on his mind.

From the armchair, PJ drawled; "Oh for the love of Mike, will you guys just find a room or something. This is mental cruelty!"

Xavier lifted half-closed eyes to Paddy, pupils already slightly dilated, and quirked a grin at him. "Weren't you the one that was just saying how you like to watch?" He wasn't really interested in putting on that much of a show but he had to tease him back a little.

The singer was lipping wetly at his earlobe now and stroking his hands possessively over the lean, hot, well-muscled body beneath Xavier's shirt. For whatever reason the kid was still here, he was kind of glad. At least here he could keep an eye on him.

"Has he shown you the infamous 'weapon of ass destruction' yet?" Rayne snickered playfully in Xavier's ear, feeling his own sex rise in response to the boy's renewed horniness. "I swear, that's what's killing him! Every time Paddy-boy gets a hard-on the amount of blood it diverts from his other vital organs is enough to bring on a coronary!"

"Doesn't 'anyone' in this house have 'any' respect for his elders?" PJ sighed, shaking his head though there was a mischievous twinkle in his steely blue eyes even so.

"You'd prefer we treat you like a doddering old man?" Xavier asked, though his attention couldn't have been more distracted with Rayne breathing in his ear. Teeth nipped lightly at his earlobe and that just about undid him. A shiver went down his spine and a little sigh of pleasure escaped him. Right then he didn't give a damn who wanted to watch. He turned his head to catch Rayne's lips in a hot kiss.

"Jesus! Kids today, they're so frickin' sharp they could cut 'emselves!" PJ settled down in his chair with a grin, adjusting himself deliberately. In spite of all his protestations of incapacity the sight of the sexy duo on his sofa writhing against one another was making him indecently hard.

Chavez was still perched next to him on the broad, cushioned chair arm, leaning back lazily as he watched Rayne and Xav making out on the settee. His boss stroked a warm hand slowly up his thigh to his crotch, rubbing it up and down the Latino youth's prominent, denim-clad bulge. The young chef uttered a low groan of pleasure as Paddy stimulated him deftly.

On the sofa, Rayne's mouth worked soundlessly on Xavier's soft, hot lips. The silver stud in his tongue clicked on his mate's teeth as it flickered rapidly in and out. His hands groped hungrily down to Xavier's hips, reaching for the button of his fly. His own erection was straining against the crotch of his tight jeans as he fondled the dancer and eagerly unzipped him

"Are you okay to fuck here or do you want to be more private?" he murmured huskily into his young lover's mouth without breaking the contact of their lips. The tip of his nose rubbed insistently against Xavier's, so close that when he opened his eyes his long lashes briefly brushed his mate's skin.

The question took a moment to process, Xav was so surprised by it. It was nice to be asked. Of course, the long slender fingers gliding over his jutting erection made it difficult to think. He was actually torn, the natural exhibitionist in him wanting to stay, the part that worried about who might join in wanting to go elsewhere. His fingers trailed lightly down Rayne's body to pop the button on his jeans.

"I'm good either way, up to you."

With a husky laugh, the singer snaked his arms around Xavier and pulled him into an astonishingly powerful hug, given his slight physique. He twisted deftly from the waist, easing the pair of them down onto the sofa cushions with himself on top. Soft, cool lips explored the younger man's neck again, tickling and whispering almost wordlessly as if his mate was singing to himself as he carefully unwrapped his prize.

"Christ! You're on fire!" Rayne chuckled, debating whether or not he should throw caution to the wind and prolong the presence of Xavier's bite marks. PJ, unlike Clay last night, would not be shocked, although he might not approve, especially if they got blood on the brushed suede. That little TexMex hotpot currently sitting in the Irishman's lap would freak out though. "I am 'so' glad you are still here."

Xavier slid his hands down Rayne's smooth back and wrapped one leg over the back of his thigh.

"Cleared my schedule just for you," the boy said with a low chuckle. His hands caressed Rayne's cool body, fingers brushing over his nipples and down his ribs. His skin looked golden next to Rayne's pale cream. The way Rayne Wylde kissed and licked over the bite mark on his neck made Xavier shiver and moan, his body throbbing with need. He lifted his hips to push his swollen cock against the singer; maybe not as impressive as Clay, or apparently PJ, but very nicely proportioned to the rest of him, and just as pretty.

He kissed and licked his hot tongue over the side of Rayne's throat and spread his legs for him. So pliant and submissive in Rayne's hands, but still responsive to every touch and stroke and kiss. Xavier had a true gift for paying attention to exactly what his partner wanted and needed. He knew, almost before they did, what their mood was and how to give the most pleasure. His teeth bit lightly at the base of Rayne's throat and his soft lips caressed the spot while his hands caressed the Englishman's naked back and cupped his cheeks.

"Jesus! That feels sweet," Rayne murmured, pressing his lips to Xavier's cheekbone so that the words quivered into his skull.

Rayne kissed his way down now, stroking his lips over the boy's neck; his breast bone; flicking those pert nipples with his tongue and reaching for his mate's hands, drawing them back down from his arse and pushing them up slowly above Xavier's head. He was gentle but insistent, kissing the sides of the boy's heaving torso and nuzzling into the deep hollows of his pits, licking and kissing him there, then stroking deeper with both hands. His thumbs circled down into the valley between his lover's hips and his mouth roamed restlessly south onto the firm plain of Xavier's naked belly.

Xavier's fingers had curled over the arm of the sofa, keeping them raised where Rayne had put them. The rest of him didn't stay quite as still, the little flexes and rolls of his muscles moving him like a slow dance under Rayne's ministrations. Unlike many males his age that just wanted to hurry and get to the bottom line, Xav definitely enjoyed every bit of sensual attention.

"You have 'such' a beautiful body," Rayne exhaled passionately, his mind wandering, as restless as his caressing tongue. "You are 'so' wasted on that creep!"

"I don't belong..." Xavier had to suck in a breath as Rayne breathed over the tip of his leaking cock and swiped his tongue across it. "... to him, you know. Never even...oh..." Those soft lips caressed him teasingly. "...met him." Xavier exhaled and dug his fingers into the arm of the couch.

The singer's breath was a sweet breeze on his wet, leaking cock as he whispered; "Good! Let's keep it that way for now, shall we?"

As if to affirm his moral possession of the young man under him he kissed slowly down the underside of Xav's magnificent young shaft and took the dancer's hot, throbbing balls in his mouth, sucking on the softer, looser flesh of his scrotum. His gentle hands squeezed and fondled the boy's firm, naked arse, then slid to his thighs, tugging Xavier's jeans right down to his ankles.

"Let's get these off," he exhaled, lifting his dark head and moving to his knees, his own lust rising hard and glistening from the open fly of his pants as he helped Xavier strip for him.

Xavier eagerly wriggled out of his pants and then sat up to help Rayne do the same. Sitting in front of Rayne while he was kneeling above him presented the perfect opportunity that Xav just couldn't resist. He kissed and lipped his way over the smooth flat plane of Rayne's stomach, just as the singer had done to him a moment ago, and nuzzled lower to take in his slightly musky scent.

With a little moan he licked up the underside of Rayne's shaft. His tongue circled around the silken skin of the head, tasting him thoroughly before parting his lips around him and sliding him into the heat of his mouth. Xav's hands slid up Rayne's body while his mouth slid half way down, back up, then down to his root.

The singer's lean body shuddered involuntarily and his cool, deft fingers crept through Xavier's blond hair, massaging his scalp. The slow, reflexive movements of his hands mirrored the rhythmic caress of Xavier's lips and tongue on his cock. Low, hungry moans rose in his throat as the younger man swallowed him. The twin tugs of Xavier's mouth and his tight pharynx on his sex set him rocking gently, pulsing in time with the nod of his lover's head.

"Uhhhhh.... so good!" Rayne exhaled gratefully, head bowed so that his black hair tumbled forward like fronds of dark silk shrouding his pale face and extended fangs. "So-o-o good, Xav."

Xavier's hands wandered over his cool body, stroking and caressing soft skin and lean muscles while his hot mouth worked him. The fingers in his hair urged him on, and Xavier kept him in his tight grip, bobbing rhythmically until he felt Rayne tensing slightly, his hips moving a little faster. He slipped back a little, keeping just the first few inches of him in his mouth while he swirled his tongue over sensitive ridges and rolled his pretty baby blue eyes up to Rayne's green gaze. Did he want to get off like this, or want more? Cum in his mouth now, and then get more?

Rayne answered that question without words. His dark head tilted back and the veil of his hair tumbled away as he worked his jolting sex in Xavier's mouth; his teeth clenched fiercely as he struggled to hold off. At the last instant he pulled out and sank to his knees, tugging Xavier's mouth onto his. There was no denying those dog-teeth now, but he was careful, almost delicate, working his tongue between the boy's lips. His fingers reached for Xavier's, guiding them to his wet, throbbing cock. At the same time he closed his free hand around the younger man's beautiful erection and began to milk it vigorously.

Xavier groaned into the singer's mouth, his pulse and breath picking up as he bucked into Rayne's stroking fist. He matched him for a few moments, hand sliding up and down Rayne's wet hard prick. With a flexible twist of his hips he lifted his lower body and laid back at the same time, rubbing their body's together for a minute and then angling Rayne's throbbing cock down lower. He rubbed the smoothness of his head between his cheeks and against the small pucker of his anus. His mouth kissing him and his hand fisting his cock was making him unbearably horny and wanting to rush now.

To his infinite frustration, Rayne steadied the pace again, making him wait; making him suffer. He pried Xavier's fingers free with a small, breathless smile of acknowledgement and kissed his way quickly down again, going lower this time. His hands pressed lightly on the backs of his mate's well-muscled thighs, levering them back towards Xavier's stomach as he applied his lips and searching tongue to the golden crevice between his smooth cheeks. Humming contentedly to himself, he kissed the clenching, needy rosebud of pink flesh in the depths of the valley and gently worked the little silver stud in his tongue down into the heart of it. He carried on wriggling it seductively until his tongue was able to follow it into the yielding heat of his playmate's fluttering ring.

Keeping one caressing hand in the crook of Xavier's right leg he released the other and wrapped it back around the blond boy's hot, pulsing cock, stroking the oozing head with his thumb as his tongue wiggled deeper and he began to french-kiss his lover's gorgeous arse, long and slow.

From the other side of the room a respectfully husky, Irish brogue commented; "I do love to watch professionals at work!"

Xav half wanted to protest that 'professionals' but it was hard to protest anything in his current state. That lovely slippery tongue wriggling inside and pushing the metal bead in and out of his ring was doing wonders to edge him. The skilled hand stroking him had him writhing on the cushions in no time. The room began to drop away as the heady rush took over, where the lust got to the point where nothing else mattered and he would do almost anything. He felt his channel opening further to Rayne's probing tongue, a surge of blood making his stiff cock even harder. His sides lifted and fell as he panted. "...oh, yeah... ah, mmm, I'm gonna cum."