London Loves Ch. 07

Shoved down under the dark jeans and crumpled shirt Rayne had travelled up in, was a pair of sheer black stockings and a black silk, bias-cut dress that draped over his hands like something living. Xavier's heart almost stopped as he retrieved them, then found lying beneath the dress a small, black and green lace basque top and thong.

He blinked, not sure what he was looking at. What did it mean? Did Rayne have a girlfriend on the side? Were these her things? And why bring them back with him? It made no sense.

Xavier was just about to slip the dress back into the hamper, which he almost didn't want to do just because it seemed like a crime to crumple the delicate fabric like that, when he heard Rayne's chill voice behind him.

"What are you doing?"

Xavier jumped, then winced and turned to see his lover standing in the doorway, his expression just about as flinty as his voice had been. Well, there was no use lying when you were caught bang to rights, was there?

"Um...snooping?" Xavier answered with a sheepish look and a little shrug. "Sorry..." He looked down helplessly, embarrassed at being caught. "You have a girlfriend?" he asked softly, fingering the silky fabric of the dress lightly.

Rayne opened his mouth and closed it again, taking a quick breath and a moment to collect his thoughts. He had no idea how Xavier would react to the truth, but was it better or worse than the idea of him seeing another woman? That was impossible to call. Xav knew he fucked other men and didn't have a problem with it. Why not women?

It was, however, enough of a hesitation to make Xavier question any answer he might come up with. Rayne was caught between the proverbial rock and a very hard place.

"You got me," he sighed, holding up his hands in surrender. "I guess I can't hide anything from you, huh?"

Xavier gave him an impossible to read look, and then he let the soft material slip from his fingers back into the hamper. He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing on his lover. "Does she know about me?"

"You didn't come up," Rayne responded a bit too quickly, then bit his lip as if conscious of how that sounded.

"Uh-huh. Figures," Xavier said, his voice still deceptively soft.

"I don't see what you're getting upset about." His mate was a little bit defensive now.

Xavier chuckled humourlessly. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you lied about what you were going to Manchester for, or at least lied about why you wanted to go alone. Maybe because I've been someone's dirty little secret before and I didn't much like it then either."

Rayne's pale eyes moved to the hamper briefly and he licked his lips, clearly nervous with the situation but he leaned in the doorway and forced a shake of his head.

"I didn't lie about why I had to go to Manchester," he said in a firmer tone. "That was the truth. I didn't go up there deliberately to see someone else. And I've had other guys whilst we've been together, you didn't give me the whole Inquisition about Matt, or Aldo. I don't see why this is such a problem, Xavier."

Xavier set him with a hard stare. "Come on, Rayne. Fucking is just fucking. You never rubbed my nose in it, which I appreciate, but you never tried to hide when you were fucking someone else either. This..." He pointed an angry finger down at the clothes basket. "...you were trying to hide. Which makes me wonder why. I don't care if you want the occasional piece of pussy, but if you're hiding it maybe she's more than just a casual fuck, huh?"

"I'm not hiding anything, Xav!" Rayne protested, pushing away from the doorway and coming to him at once, his hands held out in supplication. "I swear to you, it was a mistake. I was in a rush to get back here to you, I must have picked up her stuff and shoved it in the bag with mine. That's all. I'll get it cleaned and send it back."

He bit down on that too late. It opened too many extra cans of worms. Unlife made you stronger in many respects but if you couldn't lie for shit to start off with, it wasn't going to make you any better at it.

"So, she's not just a random hook up? You know where she lives?" Xavier said atonally. He was trying not to lose his temper but he was getting angrier by the moment thinking of the way he'd so complacently let Rayne go to Manchester alone, because he'd said he needed the space, and how badly he'd just wanted to comfort him. Seemed Rayne had found all the comfort he needed in some woman's arms.

"Well... yeah." Rayne dropped his hands to his sides and turned away, wondering how he could possibly have made this worse. He could not look Xavier in the eye and lie to him like this. But he had no idea how to tell him the truth without feeling utterly ridiculous.

The evasive gesture and reluctance emanating from Rayne only made Xavier more suspicious. After having just found out Rayne had a teenage son he hadn't bothered to tell him about he couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there was a secret wife he was hiding too. Xav reached out and cupped Rayne's chin gently in his hand, turning his face toward him and leaning close enough to almost kiss him. "You're lying, babe...I don't know why, or exactly what about, but you're lying about something. I'm not stupid."

He let him go and let his hand drop heavily then moved around him, floating by in that graceful way he had, even though his ribs were aching again badly now and it was hard to breath around the lump in his throat. His brain was working a million miles a minute putting all sorts of painful scenarios in front him. Maybe this was the real reason Rayne had left him in Italy. Maybe he had forgotten about her when he lost his memory and that was the only reason he'd invited Xav to come home with him. Maybe this was why Rayne couldn't say he loved him, because he loved someone else.

That last thought was like a hot knife twisting in his heart. Could he do this again? Could he be the third, lesser part of a triad? Could he hold his heart out in his hand and accept a pat on the head in return?

Rayne turned to watch him as he slipped by like a sleek little boat putting out to sea. His heart sank and he closed his eyes for a moment, resting his hands against the cool, smooth glass of the tub, wishing it was ripped and jagged so that he could draw his wrists along the edges and watch the blood well up and slide down those cold, green flanks. 'Idiot! Idiot! Fucking.Stupid. Fucking Idiot!' He forced his head back up, made himself say something before Xavier walked out of the door.

"You know... you do know, don't you? That you're the most important person in my life right now?" he said, feeling his pulse quicken almost painfully at that admission. It felt... needy, too raw, too exposed. And, on the heels of such a monumental lie, so blatantly false! Even though it was the truest thing he'd said in years.

Xavier had reached the doorway and he paused there as Rayne spoke. He was still angry, and if he was honest he was also very hurt. Was he hurt enough to walk out on Rayne though? Over a suspicion? His mind was preying on some of his worst fears, and even though Xav knew Rayne was lying about something to do with that dress, he didn't know if any of those suspicions were true.

Of all the things Rayne could have said at that moment, for once he got very lucky. He didn't know it but he couldn't have chosen words that would have made more of an impact on Xavier. That was really all he'd ever wanted, to be important to Rayne. He didn't need to have Rayne's exclusive attention, he didn't need flowery declarations, but knowing that at the end of the day (or fling!) that his lover wanted to be with him more than anyone else was the one thing that meant a great deal to him.

Xav looked back over his shoulder now hesitantly. "I am?" he asked in such a small quietly surprised voice it was almost childlike.

Rayne half turned almost mirroring his gesture, feeling a mixture of relief and surprise at that question and the tone of it. He truly did not deserve this boy but he wanted to be able to hold Xavier in his arms so badly right now.

"Yeah," he said quietly, no embroidery this time. Nothing that would mess things up. "Yeah, you are. And I'm a fuckwit, and I don't know why you're still here, but... I'm glad. Okay?"

Xavier turned fully around and came back to him slowly. He slid his arms around Rayne's waist and pressed his lips to his in a sweet kiss that grew in length and heat, his hands creeping up Rayne's back until they were pressed between his shoulder blades, holding tight, and their tongues were passionately entwined. When they finally broke the lip lock Xav was a little breathless and his eyes were dark with desire.

"Don't lie to me again, sweetheart. You suck at it," he advised and kissed him again.

Rayne's tongue slid seductively across Xavier's lower lip, trailing into the corner of his lover's mouth as he broke the kiss.

"I'll suck at anything you want me to right now," he promised huskily.

Xavier's smile was full of promise as well as he pulled Rayne by the hand through into the bedroom. Clothes were quickly shed and they settled down onto the bed together, although once Xavier was naked it was a reminder he was still injured and they had to take it easy.

His dick didn't seem to be in anyway considerate of the rest of his body, he was already hard and hot for his lover.

Rayne moved over him tenderly, clearly appreciative of just how much energy Dominic's pampering had given his young lover. He was relieved on many levels that the argument had not spilled over into a full scale confessional though. Xavier was not well enough for a fight, for a start, but in truth Rayne did not want to fight with him. He had genuinely forgotten about the black dress in his luggage until he came to unpack. And that brought back the deep and abiding sadness of the last forty eight hours he spent in Manchester.

He was glad that Dave had turned up at the apartment, even though he had been ungrateful at the time. It had been a comfort to know that he was not alone, and also that his former lover's partner had been thinking of him. Dave and his boyfriend Bernard had been good to Rayne in the past and it was a consolation to know that they were still looking out for him.

Xavier knew and understood, without being told, that sometimes Ray needed to be sexually submissive. It had taken Rayne far longer to come to terms with that himself than it took Xavier to comprehend it. But he was not sure how the younger man would react to the kind of relationship he had explored with Kevan. With Kev he had delved deeper into his psyche than at any time since his early twenties. There was too much of that year in Manchester that he was not ready to talk about yet.

Easier to lose himself in his lover's arms and enjoy the moment. Even if that had been how he hid himself from the truth for so long.

Rayne took his time, kissing Xavier all over, letting his lips stroke tenderly over the bright blooms on his mate's normally glowing, golden skin and delving more passionately into the unbruised regions. His fingers curled around Xavier's straining shaft and worked him almost delicately. He knew from painful experience how bad a serious kick in the groin could feel, even a few days after the event. But Xav was hard and more than just willing.

Crazy kid! Rayne thought with a smile.

Xavier rolled his hips lightly into Rayne's touch, enjoying the feel of his cool fingers wrapped around his shaft slipping smoothly up and down his skin. His own hands wandered restlessly over Rayne's body and down to his sex, slipping around him in tandem with his strokes. He kissed into the crook of Rayne's throat and sucked there gently.

Rayne knelt over him, careful not to put too much weight onto Xavier's battered body but letting the blond lip and stroke him because it felt impossibly good. He rested his upper body weight on his right hand and worked Xavier's hard on deftly with the left whilst kneeling astride his mate's thighs.

"Jesus, I wanna fuck you!" he exhaled, his voice heavy with longing.

"I want you to fuck me too," Xavier whispered back. He was trying to figure out how would be the most comfortable way. Since lifting his legs up around Rayne's waist was going make him work his abdominals too much he decided turning over would be best and he rolled carefully between Rayne's thighs, at least the smooth curves of his peachy cheeks were unbruised.

"Ahhh, my fuckin' angel," Rayne breathed, ever so lightly moving his nude body against Xavier's back so that he could kneel astride his lover's slender hips, stroking his needy cock between those sleek, ripe peaches.

He levered himself down slowly on his elbows and kissed Xavier's shoulders and the back of his neck hungrily. The boy's slim back was mottled with angry bruises too. The bastards must have rolled him to the ground then taken turns kicking him from all angles and Rayne seethed at the thought of it. Tonight when Xavier was sleeping, he decided, he was going to go and pay his illegitimate son a little visit. If Clint wouldn't tell him voluntarily who had done this, he was going to extract the information forcibly. A beating like this could not be allowed to go unpunished.

Rayne was trying to shield the anger he was feeling from Xavier though, and kept his kisses light and tender all the way down the younger man's spine until he could skate the tip of his tongue seductively around the tight little button of Xavier's gorgeous arse.

Xavier pulled in a shuddering breath as he felt Rayne's tongue lap at his sensitive ring. He never realized how difficult it was to keep still in the midst of a passionate romp. Even when he was restrained he moved within the bonds. As long as he kept his movement slow and not too exaggerated though he wasn't in too much pain, not enough to want to stop anyway. He squirmed slightly, pushing his hard cock into the mattress under him as Rayne kissed and licked him, making him moan with pleasure.

"Mmmmhhh, you taste so good, sweetheart," Rayne purred, blowing softly on the wetness of his lover's twitching ring and watching it jump and pulse eagerly, a little smile pulling at his lips. "Need to make you a little bit wetter though if I'm not gonna hurt you too much."

He knelt up and pulled a couple of pillows over, easing Xavier back on his knees just enough to layer the lovely, soft, plump pillows beneath his crotch and the work of modern art that was currently his belly. Letting Xav settle back down on them with a soft moan of pleasure, Rayne leaned over to the side of the bed and retrieved a little jar of aromatic lubricant from the drawer of his bedside cabinet.

Dipping two fingers into the scented salve, he got them good and slippery before rubbing the gel slowly over Xavier's cute little pucker. Pressing his middle finger down firmly, he held his hand in place until it sank inside him easily.

"Mmm-uh..." Xav purred under the deft stroke of his lover's fingers inside him. The slippery lube was cool against his skin at first but just about the time he detected the faint scent of mint his skin began to heat. The warmth spread everywhere Rayne touched, setting his sensitive nerve endings alight. "Uhhh...oh fuck..." he whimpered, circling his hips to push back on those invading digits as Rayne stretched and lubed him. "Uh, that's...that's...uhhh..." Xav groaned wordlessly. He wasn't thinking about his bruises at all any more.

"That's the way," Rayne crooned huskily, driving slow gentle fingers into him over and over as he stroked the seductively scented lubricant up and down his shaft with his free hand, loving the tingle that it sowed beneath the fine, silken skin of his erect phallus.

Keeping up the slow pulsing rhythm, he deftly eased his cock head against Xavier's flexing entrance and exchanged fingers for dick so smoothly that his softly moaning lover barely flinched. It felt so good to sink the urgently pulsing head into him though.

Xavier sighed silkily and lifted his hips higher, arching into Rayne's slow thrust. He spread his thighs a little more, widening Rayne's as well since he was riding astride him still. His fingers curled into the sheets as he rocked slightly, his tight sheath gripping the thick member sliding slowly into him. "God, that feels so good..." he murmured enthusiastically.

A low, lusty groan escaped Rayne's throat as he prowled forward, bracing his hands in the bedclothes to either side of Xavier's shoulders and rocking himself back and forth above his eager lover. Each movement of his body propelled him a little deeper into Xavier and he caught his breath as he felt the hot, wet sheath of his mate's body grip him and pull him fiercely in.

The urge to just sink down on Xav, holding him and bucking against him the way they normally coupled, was frustrating and at the same time exciting. They were both holding back but it still felt amazing just being inside Xavier after days of abstinence.

The soft hollow of Rayne's pelvis fitted perfectly against the curve of Xavier's backside, pushing into the firm mounds of his ass as they moved together. They often started out slow and built in speed and intensity but this time, out of necessity, they kept to the slower more careful pace. It didn't matter to Xavier, the slow and steady thrust of Rayne's cock inside him and the feel of the vampire's cool thighs caressing his were sensually erotic. Any way was good when Rayne was involved.

Slipping a hand beneath him he caressed along his own rock hard shaft, moving in slow undulations that impaled him on Rayne's dick on the backstroke and into pushed him into that curled fist as he thrust forward again. He kept his grip light though, and his strokes easy, and that had nothing at all to do with having gotten kicked in the balls. Rayne often made him wait for it, especially when he was hungry and wanted to swallow his cum. Xav never felt deprived though, quite the opposite, it was a major turn on to get to the edge and have to hold back.

"Mmmhhh..." Rayne exhaled along the line of his nape as he rocked himself slowly in and out, balanced on his knees and the heels of his hands. "You feel fantastic, sweetheart. So smooth and so fuckin' hot! That is just... a-fuckin'-mazing!"

It was too. Xavier's body was snug against his own, his firm buttocks rubbing and swaying a little more urgently in the smooth hollows of his sensitive groin, their lean thighs creating a seductive frottage as he eased back and forth above the sexy blond. Every little grip and twitch of Xavier's hot, slippery channel shivered up the shaft of his cock like sonar to his balls, bringing him steadily closer and closer. He could feel his head throbbing with need deep inside the boy, releasing a slow stream of precum that only served to make Xavier feel wetter and sexier.

"Uhhhh... Jesus fuckin' Christ! I love this!" the vampire growled eagerly.

Xavier's breathing had deepened, a light sheen of moisture on his skin. He purred his agreement with Rayne. "Yeah...oh, fuck yeah...so fuckin good..." His own cock was hot and slippery in his hand as they surged together and he was getting there now, the low tightening buzz building in him with each stroke of Rayne's long, fleshy bone deep inside.

A soft urgent keen rose from his throat, but this time Rayne didn't whisper for him to try and hold it, instead he nuzzled into the crook of his throat and lipped at the marks on his neck, humming there encouragingly. That was all the push Xav needed and his body flexed and shivered under Rayne once, and then once more before his breath hitched in his throat and the coil inside sprung free to release an ecstatic orgasm.

"Uuuuhhh!! Uuhhh! Ohmifuckingod!" he moaned as he spilled into the soft pillows cradling him below.