Decision and Desire

"The other night, when you were late, and tonight, was that...?"

"Yeah," Brant sighed. "They'd picked up on my coming regularly into this area. And, of course, getting angry with that bastard who hurt you gave off an incredible amount of recognisable energy to a Hunter. I never just appear where I intend to go. I enter this world some distance away to be safe. As I walked over here tonight, I saw them before they saw me. I took off and hid for a while, coming back when it was safe. Once I'm in this world after sunset I can't get out again. Restrictions of my half-blood inheritance I'm afraid."

"But what if I don't...I can't...?" Fynn asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Then you'll never see me again," Brant said, his head dropping and shoulders drooping.

"Couldn't we be friends, see what happens?" Fynn asked, the thought of never seeing Brant again sending shock-waves through his already trembling frame.

"Sorry, baby, the rules that tie me between worlds have an effect here, too. If you don't love me or call me, then I spend the next hundred years stuck in the other world. I won't see Dad again. Ma can occasionally make contact with me, although it takes a lot out of her."

"Brant, no," Fynn gasped. He stared as the other man...demon...began to dress. Once clothed, Brant came close, his hand almost caressing Fynn's face, near enough for Fynn to feel its heat but not its touch.

"Too late. Once I reveal my true self, there's no going back. I love you, Fynn. You have two days to make your decision. I can't leave my world once I go back to it at sunrise and I can't stay with you tonight. You have to make up your mind what you really feel for me. I know how I feel about you and I hope I'm right about you. I'm going to Ma and Dad till morning. I love you, Fynn," he repeated.

Fynn simply stood and stared, unable to speak, as Brant turned away, his front door shutting with what sounded like an ominous finality. It took a few minutes then Fynn ran from the apartment. However, there was no sign of Brant. He did not have the address of Mark and Safara and he stood bereft. He had two days to make a decision that would irrevocably change his life and the lives of others. He lifted his hand to find tears were coursing unchecked down his cheeks. He missed Brant already and yet, he was uncertain he could give the other man what he wanted.

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Fynn wandered desolately around his apartment. After his initial shock had worn off, he had gone over in his mind the few short days he and Brant had been together. He remembered the way he had been cared for, courted, protected. He remembered the blond's laughter, warmth, generosity. It had not taken him long to understand why he had been asked to look beneath the surface. Brant might be half-demon in appearance, but he had been honest, caring and more human in many ways, including protecting Fynn from harm, than some people the brunette had known.

He had begged his demon-lover to come to him from the moment his eyes could no longer see the sun, even if it was not quite sunset. But now, nearly six hours later than the real moment of sunset, Brant had still not appeared. Tears fell freely down Fynn's cheeks. He wished with all his heart he could have said the words he knew Brant had longed to hear two days previously; to have said 'I love you.' However, still shocked by the revelation, even knowing in his heart he did love Brant, he had not said it.

He had no doubts that the other man loved him and knew, with sickening dread, that the only thing that would keep him away was a demon hunter. He had left messages, on both phones, but without reply. Not knowing what else to do, he went into his bedroom, curled into a ball and sobbed openly, still wishing for his soul-mate to come to him.

It took a few minutes to realize that he was no longer lying but sitting and that he was being shaken.

"Fynn, baby, I'm here, I'm here."

Through a shimmering haze of tears Brant's familiar, beloved face finally swam into focus. Fynn wrapped his arms tightly around the other man.

"I love you, I love you," he husked.

"Oh, baby, it's ok. It's all ok now. I love you, too, Fynn. Love you so much, baby," Brant assured, running his hands up and down the brunette's back.

Fynn nestled closer, relishing the strength and the warmth of the body holding him so securely.

"Demon hunter?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"'Fraid so. I picked up on him when I approached the apartment. I didn't wanna take the chance of just appearing, tempted though I was feeling you calling for me. Glad I didn't. I had to lead him away from you. Had to keep you safe, baby. This wasn't one of the Moderates. This one would make the Inquisition look like a kiddies' birthday party. Got close with a couple of shots..."

Fynn gave a cry of distress and pulled out of Brant's arms, his eyes flickering frantically over his mate's body, noting the burnt skin on one bicep and a burnt patch on the side of the t-shirt. He attacked the demon's clothing, not satisfied until Brant was naked, and then checked every millimetre of skin. His lips pressed gently, lovingly, over the marks that had come so close to separating them forever. Once certain he had kissed each one he moved to suckle each nipple, relishing their heat and hardness.

"I love you," Fynn whispered just before their lips met for their first real kiss. It began chaste, soft and gentle but quickly became hard, wet and dirty.

Fynn whimpered needily as Brant tore his clothes off, hurling them aside, a rumbling growl emanating from deep in the half-demon's chest. Fynn quickly found himself just as naked as his mate, with Brant lying proprietarily between his thighs. Fynn gazed anxiously up as Brandt intertwined their fingers, pinning his arms over his head and settled his body over him. His warmth and weight were a balm to the brunette's soul. Fynn immediately wrapped his legs around those of his demon-lover.

"We don't have to fear them anymore, baby. When we bond together it's like you camouflage me, make me impossible for them to detect. Or, as Ma would say, your love acts like a cloak, wrapping me safely from prying eyes."

"That's romantic," Fynn husked, tears threatening to fall again.

"That's me, baby, just a big pile of romantic mush. Hey, no crying, love," Brant whispered, feathering kisses on the young human's face.

"Make love to me now," Fynn begged. "I want to know you're safe. I have to know you're safe."

"It's not physical love that binds us, baby," Brant grinned, nipping at Fynn's chin. "Now we're here and have declared our love for each other, I'm safe. Making love will be the icing on the cake. And I really love icing and cake," he growled, his voice dropping in timbre.

His hands released his mate's, pressing Fynn's into the pillow so that the brunette knew to leave them above his head, and he began to explore. He pressed his nose into the exposed, lightly-furred pits, inhaling deeply, scenting, licking and tasting before pressing bites against Fynn's skin. Then open-mouthed kisses trailed from jaw to nipples. He nipped each nubbin in turn before alternately licking or rolling the perfect pink nubs until they were diamond-hard and ruby-red. Leaving a hand on the slender chest, Brandt turned his attention lower.

Fynn looked up at Brant, breathing rapidly, hard and aching, as he waited for the half-demon's move. He could not do anything. Did not want to do anything, except let Brant have free reign over his body. His lover's strong hand on his chest and the other on a thigh were holding him down, possessing and owning him in ways he could never have imagined and never knew he wanted and needed. It was as though Fynn could feel each ridge and whorl of the fingertips as if they were imprinting on his skin, the digits splayed proprietarily across him. With a gasp, he was flipped as though he weighed nothing at all.

A hand returned to hold him in place, this time a little lower than his shoulder blades. Fynn tried to twist and move his head to look over his shoulder. He gasped again when a slick finger slid between his cheeks, teasing, not penetrating. He might not be able to see everything his demon-lover was doing, but he could feel it and not knowing what Brant was likely to do next was incredibly arousing. His cock was hard and aching and Brant had barely touched him. Then he moaned as something slick, wet and very, very agile slid over his entrance, circled it and pushed inside him. Fynn shuddered in pure carnal sensuality as Brant's prehensile tongue reached places inside him that no tongue should even consider.

"Brant, oh...that's nice."

"Just lie there and enjoy it, baby," Brant said as his tongue temporarily withdrew.

With the hand holding him down, Fynn could not do otherwise. He moaned and writhed as unfamiliar bolts of lust struck like lightening. Without conscious thought, he angled his hips up, trying to spread himself wider, offering himself, wanting, needing more. Brant seemed to understand the silent plea and the tongue ploughed and possessed, rubbing his sweet spot without mercy until it became too much. Fynn came hard, shuddering and crying out Brant's name as he spilled over the bed.

"Oh yeah, baby," Brant husked, effortlessly flipping his mate onto his back.

Too spent to do anything more than lie panting, Fynn whimpered softly as Brant licked all around his spent flesh, cleaning him. Clearly satisfied with his cleansing, Brant gave Fynn a feral smile and took his softened organ in his mouth. The wet heat was almost more than he could bear on the sensitised skin and the brunette writhed and moaned as Brant's hands held him in place. The demon's tongue was able to wrap around his slowly swelling flesh, sliding up, pausing at the cap to swirl around the head and the tip delicately probing at his slit, before descending to start over again. Fynn was surprised at how quickly he was sucked back to full hardness. The long tongue curled and squeezed and he gasped and moaned, arching into the erotic caress. It then flickered down around his ballsac and his legs spread to offer himself with a wantonness he never knew he possessed.

Once he was fully erect Brant fussed over him, repositioning him on his stomach, ensuring his hard-on was comfortable against the pillows and his hips canted at the perfect angle. He groaned as two well-lubed fingers pushed inside. They stretched and scissored, the gentle movements making him sigh with pleasure. Brant kissed along his spine, his tongue flicking out now and again or nipping sharply with his teeth to add to the melange of sensual sensations. Two fingers became three and Fynn began a rhythmic grind into the pillows and push back on the fingers that occasionally stroked across his jewel making him pant and shake.

"You are so beautiful, Fynn," Brant's voice penetrated his sybaritic haze.

Fynn was about to insist he was ready for more, spreading his legs wider, trying to incite Brant to take him when something pushed inside him, stealing his breath. The penetration shut down his higher brain functions for a couple of minutes as he became accustomed to the desired invasion. It was not Brant's erection, too narrow and long to be the demon's cock, but it was not his fingers.

"That's so hot, baby," Brant groaned, a low, deep, guttural sound.

Fynn abruptly realized it was lover's tail penetrating him and heat surged through his body in a mix of lust and licentiousness. The tail continued to press into him, coiling as it did, stretching him even more than his mate's fingers had done, delving deeper. It began to stimulate his prostate in ways he could never have imagined; the tip swirling around the sensitive nub, flicking over or rubbing across it. The rest of the tail began a thrusting motion combined with a steady vibrating, arousing him impossibly further. Fynn's body shuddered and shook from the erotic assault and he was only able to gasp pleadingly.

"Brant, please, you can't stop, please."

"Not stopping. Yeah, that's it, that's it baby, take it," Brant rasped in a feral growl.

Fynn wailed shamelessly when the tail began moving fast and deep. He cried out in impassioned lust, his body coiled tight with need, as the tail thrust in and out in a hard, unforgiving rhythm. He wanted more, but he could not catch his breath long enough to speak. He made incoherent keening sounds of desire and want, letting Brant do what he wanted. The tail penetrated him over and over, intermittently pulling out only to burrow back in as Fynn cried out in denial, pulled back from his beckoning orgasm again and again.

Brant's teeth were all over his body, his lover making animalistic sounds of pleasure as he sucked and bit. Fynn knew he would be wearing his mate's marks the following day and the thought aroused him even more. He pushed back on the secondary phallus, squeezing his inner muscles, relishing the groans that spilt from Brant's lips as he did. It took only a few more thrusts and the tail seemed to stiffen before going deeper and Fynn was pushed over into the abyss. He screamed as he shuddered and jerked helplessly on the appendage as he came hard for the second time. He vaguely felt the splatter of unexpectedly hot come on his back and buttocks as Brant's seed pulsed over him. It was the last thing he remembered as his vision greyed out.

****

Opening his eyes, Fynn found himself wrapped protectively in Brant's arms, his head pillowed on a shoulder. He noticed he was breathing calmly, which meant he had slept for some time. Raising sleepy, sated, sienna eyes to Brant's face, he smiled at the amber orbs staring lovingly and tenderly down at him. A soft smile played over the sensual lips. He could feel Brant's tail still in him, pushed deep inside, and murmured wordlessly.

"Organic is feted as best, baby," Brant whispered, claiming his lover's lips. A gentle chuckle vibrated against Brant's chest. "Need to make sure you're stretched enough, Fynn. I'm bigger than a lot of men, a fact, not a boast. How do you feel?" the half-demon asked more seriously.

"Like I've been thoroughly loved and still want more. Like I need to feel you inside me. Your cock, not that the tail isn't good, too" Fynn added as the aforementioned appendage slithered around inside him. It sent sensual signals to his sated flesh which began to twitch with reawakening arousal. "I can't believe you're turning me on again. I've never come three times."

"Good," Brant growled. "Because that's just what I'm gonna make you do, baby and you'll be screaming my name as I fill you with my come."

Fynn moaned at the vision the words engendered. He loved how easily and gently his lover moved him into position, the greater strength an incredible turn-on. Brant seemed to loom over him as his legs were draped over his lover's thighs, his hips up high. He could not stop the groan when Brant's tail withdrew, his channel spasming and feeling bereft.

"Easy, baby," Brant cautioned softly.

The head of his lover's erection pressed against his entrance and even after the thorough stretching, Fynn experienced a frisson of anticipation laced with apprehension. He could feel how much bigger it was than the few he had experienced before. Fynn was not a virgin, but he was far from easy. He had only gone all the way with less than a handful of lovers. But Brant was incredibly gentle and worked the prodigious member inside him slowly.

"Still ok?" Brant checked.

Fynn nodded, even as he panted through the discomfort. It was still a stretch, but he wanted Brant inside him. He watched Brant's face, frozen into a mask of intense concentration, as the demon rocked back and forth in small increments, the massive erection slowly sinking into Fynn's body centimetre-by-centimetre. When, finally, fully, fantastically, Brant was buried balls deep inside him, Fynn wrapped his arms around Brant's shoulders, pulling his lover down so their faces were just millimetres apart.

"Forever, Brant, promise me forever," he demanded.

"Forever, Fynn, I'll never leave you, never," Brant promised, as he closed the last of the distance to claim Fynn's lips. His tongue slid inside his mate's mouth, tasting, learning its flavours and textures. Then he wrapped it around Fynn's slick muscle, vanquishing it utterly, before sucking it victoriously into his own mouth to complete his lover's ravishment. He felt Fynn's body relax completely, the incendiary tightness around his cock easing fractionally as his lover unconsciously ceded his body to the half-demon.

A sigh in a mixture of contentment, love and need slipped effortlessly past Fynn's lips. He relished the feeling of voluptuous fullness, his body not only accommodating the immense invader but ready for more. He smiled and wriggled to show he wanted Brant to make love to him, clenching inner muscles as best he could. He got a feral smile in return and his lover began a slow move out till just the head of his penis remained and then thrust evenly back. It took just a few strokes over his jewel to have Fynn writhing, fisting the bedding, his head rocking from side-to-side.

A low moan from the brunette accompanied Brant beginning to move faster, in deep, rolling thrusts, rotating his hips firmly and steadily. Fynn cried out as Brant's tail wrapped around his swollen member, rippling and contracting, the tip flicking over the slick head. The demon's mouth possessed his, the tongue mimicking the motions of the phallus pounding inside him. Hands and fingers pinched, pulled and rubbed his nipples or gripped tightly to his skin. Never in his life had Fynn felt so utterly and completely loved as well as utterly and completely possessed.

Their movements became a concerto, hard and fast, hot and wet, giving and taking, Brant's powerful body pushing into his lover who pressed back to meet every thrust. It was finally too much for Fynn and he came again. As he reached his pinnacle, Brant's tongue pulled back, but the brunette's throat was too raw to do more than give a hoarse sound as he sprayed over their heated, sweat-glistening bodies. However, it was a cry of Brant's name as his lover had vowed. He moaned as his lover rammed inside impossibly deeper, the entire bed jerking with the power of his movements. One, two, three more thrusts from his strong haunches and Brant moulded to Fynn's body, filling him with his hot seed as he roared with climax. Fynn gave a groan as sharp teeth bit into his shoulder, Brant's tongue snaking over his skin, the primitive, possessive gesture triggering a secondary dry orgasm before Fynn's world finally faded to black

****

Fynn awoke slowly, his body announcing its thorough usage. He could see marks on his torso from the strong hands that held him and the sharp teeth that had wanted to brand him as belonging to his demon-lover. His lower body ached, reminding him of their intense and passionate lovemaking. His smile turned into a look of concern as he realized that he was alone and where Brant should have lain was cold to the touch. He felt dread clutch at his heart. Has the joining not worked? Was Brant now trapped in his own plane where Fynn would never see him again? Fighting down rising panic, Fynn flew from the bed to check the rest of his apartment

At the sound of a choked sob, Brant turned to see Fynn, the young human clearly distressed. He quickly found himself with his arms full of sobbing lover.

"I thought, I thought..." Fynn stuttered unable to get the words out.

"Sorry, baby," Brant murmured, pressing butterfly kisses to his mate's face. "I wanted to treat you to breakfast in bed. Kinda like a little Honeymoon."

Fynn opened his mouth to accept his lover's tongue, letting the feel of the agile organ possessing his mouth and the strong arms holding him against Brant's hot-skinned body assuage his feeling of worry. He soon began to moan around the thick flesh. His mate's tail had wrapped around one of his thighs and was nudging his sac whilst the tip rubbed sinuously against his rapidly filling cock.