Dancing With the Celt

[CerberusXBlaine]

I was the luckiest creature in all the realms.

Aside from being a badass and the respected guardian of Hades, I was granted the most beautiful lover in the world. He wasn't perfect, but to me, that made him perfect. He was foul-mouthed and bitched about everything nearly eighty percent of the time. He was petite and lithe, built like a dancer. His hair fell in smooth chestnut waves over his shoulders, bangs framing a perfect faerie face with a pair of pale green eyes hidden behind delicate lids, his dark lashes contrasting sharply with his skin.

He laid beside me on the bed, one hand resting on my chest, the other tucked against his stomach, something I noticed he did. At first, I'd never bothered with it, but now I knew why he subconsciously touched his stomach and it made my heart twist in pain.

I wet my bottom lip, reaching up to rest my hand over his. He wrinkled his nose in his sleep and buried himself closer against me until his cheek was touching my shoulder, making my heart skip several beats. As if sensing that, his eyes flickered open and he stared straight ahead with blind eyes that made me ache.

"Were you watching me sleep?" He mumbled sleepily, slowly propping himself up on his elbows, my hand suddenly feeling empty as he withdrew it to rake through his hair. I swallowed down a lump in my throat, ignoring the throbbing in my cock at just watching him.

"Maybe." I replied nonchalantly. He scoffed and thumped me in the shoulder playfully before tossing his hair back over his shoulder and scooting closer so he could settle his chin on my chest. His eyes sought me out, but never seemed to quite meet mine like they used to.

"That's creepy," He told me, making me roll my eyes and he thumped me in the arm again, "I felt that eye roll, you boob. Anyway, what time is it?" I tilted my head to look at the red glowing clock on the nightstand by our bed, frowning.

"About eight. Why?" I asked, turning to look at him again.

"Did Ayo come home last night?" He asked, voice tinged with concern. Now that I thought about it, I hadn't noticed. Which was strange to begin with. I woke up to the slightest noises in the house now because I was paranoid for a family I never thought I'd have. Ayo was officially listed as our adopted son. A fire demon we'd picked up in Styx after his mother had been murdered. We'd raised him ever since, and he was a great kid. Lately, though, he'd been staying out late and Blaine had given him a curfew that he usually met respectfully.

"I'm not sure," I admitted honestly, watching Blaine's expression twist in worry, "Hang on, let me go double check. Think you can get to the shower?" Blaine gave me a droll look, folding his arms on my chest.

"I've lived in this house for how long? Get out of the bed. I can shower by myself."

"You know I didn't mean it like that."

"Get moving, Fido, before I decide to go with Abel's idea to neuter you." Blaine scolded, giving me shoves to the other side of the bed. I sighed and leaned over, pressing a kiss to his forehead that made him sink back down onto the bed. He hugged a pillow, eyes facing my direction as I slid out of bed and pulled on a pair of black sweatpants. I left the room and shut the door behind me to let him get ready in privacy.

I went down the hallway to the left to Ayo's room. I knocked on his door and when I got no answer, I pushed the door open. Relief swept through me to see Ayo passed out on his bed, always a heavy sleeper. He was still wearing his clothes; a long leather jacket with slits in the sides and four more slits in the sleeves running down his arms, a sleeveless black turtleneck beneath, leather pants, and boots that I'd gotten him for Christmas last year. I went across the room and rolled him over onto his back, making him snore. I rolled my eyes and gave him a poke in the stomach. He grunted and rolled back over, reaching for his blankets and jerking them close, causing all his books and papers to fall on the floor.

"Get up, squirt," I snorted, pulling at his blankets, to which he responded with a muffled grunt as he tried to bury himself beneath the blankets, "It's eight. I don't know what time you got in last night, but you will wake up now."

"I'm exhausted," Ayo growled, "I only got a couple hours of sleep. One more hour."

"Then don't come in late."

"I didn't!"

"What time?"

Ayo didn't answer and I scoffed. Instead of trying to drag him out of bed, I went to his deluxe stereo and turned it on, setting the volume to the highest setting so it was blasting Eminem through his room powerfully enough to vibrate his picture frames off the shelves and onto the floor. Ayo curled up into a tight ball, but couldn't escape the noise as he threw the blankets back roughly. I smirked, shutting the music off and dusting my hands at a job well done.

"You're a jerk." Ayo grumbled at me, heaving himself out of bed. I gave him a harsh smack on the back and he almost crumpled to the floor.

"That's my job. Now shower up and get ready for breakfast." I commanded. Ayo grunted and walked away, muttering something in a language that I'd learned to recognize as French. I wasn't sure how he knew it, but I was always afraid to ask because I didn't want to stir up any dark memories of his past. He didn't remember much of his mother or whatever family he had previously. And he never tried to find out more about them. According to Ayo, he had a family now and he didn't need anymore.

And his family had gotten larger. Blaine and I were his fathers, Leon his godfather and Kat his godmother. He'd also taken to talking to Ambrosius through Skype, which irritated me to no end, but I didn't want to stand in the way of Ayo making friends. If anything, Ambrosius was the only real friend Ayo had. It wasn't that Ayo was anti-social. He knew people, but he only called people friends when he knew them well enough, trusted them. Sure, he had a gang he hung out with at bars and clubs, but they weren't friends. Just drinking buddies, which in turn irritated Blaine, who blamed me for Ayo's party habits.

Psh. Like it was all my fault.

I shook my head and left Ayo's room to go check on Blaine in my room, but he wasn't there, or in the shower. I frowned, assuming he'd gone off to cook or do his morning dance routine. I showered quickly and pulled on a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt with an intricate skull design on the back. I came into the kitchen to the hot scent of food cooking on the stove and the oven, but the sound of music drifting from the living room told me that Blaine was dancing.

I went through the archway that led into the gigantic living room I'd had designed with a fire place and lounging place to the right and to the left was a large home theater system with several speakers that were blasting exotic belly dancing music that came from a CD Ambrosius had sent Blaine for Christmas.

My eyes were glued to Blaine, though, as he stood in the empty space between the system and the sofas that were set up further away on purpose, just so he'd have plenty of room to dance. He was dancing fluidly, gracefully, but every so often there'd be a sharp strike on the drum that sent his foot smacking into the floor before sliding gently across the floor. He wore a cropped black long-sleeved shirt with loose clingy black exercise pants. He'd twisted his hair back into a loose ponytail that was now resting over one of his shoulders, until he did a sharp spin and stomped his foot down on the ground in time with the drums. My mouth watered at his flexibility and exposed skin.

I was half tempted to run in there and just take him, but Blaine had made a rule that I wasn't allowed to do that to him while he was dancing after the first time. So instead, I just feasted on the sight of his movements to the exotic music. While Ambrosius pissed me off to no end, his taste in music was pretty good.

The way Blaine moved was completely masculine. A rare grace and flexibility. He shifted his hips, arching his back and tilting his head back, shoulders thrust back as if he were opening himself up to the Source; the natural energy of the world from whence all things came from. The specific name changed from pantheon to pantheon. The Greeks called it Chaos. The darkness that was here before everything else. The nothingness.

Blaine did another sharp twirl and started to rotate his hips seductively, his eyes closed in concentration as he slowly opened his arms up, middle fingers swaying first before the rest of them. I had no idea how he could do that. I wasn't bad at dancing, but I definitely was nowhere near as good as Blaine, and unfortunately, Ambrosius as well.

Don't get me wrong. I didn't hate Ambrosius. But I didn't like him either. He was in that awkward place that I called the frienemy zone. There was even a part of me that felt sick over how angry I was at Ambrosius for things he couldn't really help. Blaine called it guilt, but I wasn't going to admit to that. The only thing I knew I felt guilty for was treating Blaine like shit in the past, and while I felt I needed to spend the rest of eternity making it up to him, Blaine insisted I forget the past and focus on the future.

I don't where that strength or wisdom came from, but I envied it.

"You're ruining my groove," Blaine spoke suddenly, making me jump as I looked at him again to see him still dancing, "I can feel that negative energy piercing my bubble. Get your ass over here and we can work together." I pouted for a moment, then reluctantly drifted across the living room to stand near Blaine, who didn't stop to dance, even as he gestured for me to join him.

"Start moving."

"How?" I asked, confused. I was too used to dancing to his traditional Celtic music. This otherworldly music that sounded like it came from India or Egypt or Saudi Arabia or whatever was totally new to me and the movements were different. The Celtic music was all about jumping and spinning and worship. According to Blaine, belly dancing was different. It was a self-exploration dance. One that involved expressing oneself and telling stories through the delicate hand motions and sharp hip moves.

"You can't possibly embarrass yourself in front of me," Blaine assured, making me grimace before he moved over to me and took my hips in his hands and started to move them, "Just move them like this, careful. Not too hard, but not too slowly either. Count the beats of the drum. One, two. One, two. One, two, three. Rotate them, not thrust them. This isn't sex." I stifled a snicker and he whacked me in the gut for it before he continued to assist me in the hip movements. When he was satisfied with the way I was dancing, he stepped back and began to move on his own, rolling those sexy hips of his and closing his eyes to return to his concentration, so I just tried to copy his movements.

My eyes remained locked on him, unable to drift away, which I found them so often doing. Though petite in size, and a faerie, nothing about him was feminine. Not really. He was pretty, but masculine. His nose smooth and slender, lips full and kissable, almond eyes heavily outlined with thick lashes. Down to a smooth neck with the small lump of his adam's apple visible, down to his lithely muscled body. He was built just like the dancer he was. My heart ached, though, once it fell on the C-section scar that ran the length of his lower abdomen. A vicious reminder of what Blaine was never allowed to have.

It wasn't fair.

Blaine was a great father. He'd done an amazing job raising Ayo. He'd given Ayo anything he wanted and never once struck him to discipline him. Ayo didn't need to be struck. Even when he misbehaved, the punishment Blaine had decided upon was to take all of Ayo's things and force Ayo to sit there and listen to Blaine rant. And because Ayo loved his things, his swords especially, he had learned to behave in order to keep his things. Not to mention, it was pretty rare that Ayo did something extreme. Otherwise, he had just been a regular child. He picked his nose for a while there, drew on the walls, and even went through his "mine" phase, just like any other kid. And Blaine handled it all perfectly.

And yet, the gods still punished him by not allowing him to have a child from his womb. A womb that Hades still insisted was his, or rather Persephone's, but it didn't matter to Hades because he was old-fashioned, and that meant his wife was his property.

Screw that.

Blaine had a womb and it was in his body, which made it his. And Blaine should be allowed to have children and keep them and raise them without fear of Hades or anyone else intervening. Even worse, I was heartbroken to figure out that Blaine had begun to take birth control in order to prevent himself from getting pregnant by Hades. Hades had given up his stupid quest to impregnante Blaine, but if Blaine and I had a child, Hades would go balistic and try to rape Blaine again.

And I didn't care if Blaine consented. Rape was unwanted sex, and any sex with Hades was unwanted.

It just wasn't fair, though. I finally decided I wanted a kid, and Blaine had always wanted one, but now we didn't dare. Hades might actually kill it if he was angry enough. He'd almost killed Zelios when he was born, and Malachi too. The only child I could ever remember him embracing was Theo, and Ambrosius, of course, but that was a no-no zone now. Mentioning Ambrosius around Hades darkened his mood as badly as simply speaking to him while Persephone was gone.

"Hey," Blaine snapped, bringing me out of my thoughts, "You're putting off negative energy again."

"My bad," I offered apologetically, "So what's for breakfast?" Blaine pouted for a moment, seducing me without meaning to and it took everything I had not to push him down on the sofa and take him.

"Biscuits," He said after a moment, making me arch a brow, "Biscuits and gravy." I wrinkled my nose. I didn't like the sound of that. I didn't like gravy. But if Blaine made it, I'd eat it. Especially since it was one of Ayo's favorites.

"Rewarding him for coming home late?" I questioned, mimicking the quick turn Blaine did before he clapped his hands over his head. He shrugged, rotating his hips in time with the beat.

"He probably had a rough night. It's not like him to come home late. He always meets the curfew."

"Yeah, I guess." I admitted with a bit of a frown. Now that I thought about it, it was a bit weird for Ayo to come home so late. He generally didn't want to upset Blaine by missing curfew... or just in general pissing Blaine off was a no-no. Had something happened? Great, now I was all worried.

"Calm down," Blaine said, sensing it instantly as he stopped dancing to come up to me, his hands feeling around my chest until he found my face when I stooped down, "It's probably some weird teenager thing. He may look like a man, but he's still just a kid. Maybe someone stole his yo-yo." I smirked at that and took his hand in mine, leading it to my mouth so I could kiss his delicate fingertips. His tongue swept across his bottom lip invitingly and I leaned in, capturing his mouth in a hot needy kiss that set my blood on fire. I growled hungrily at the taste of him, sweeping my arm around his waist and hoisting him up against me. I took a few steps back and fell onto the sofa, pulling him down on top of me so he was sitting in my lap.

We broke apart for a moment to suck in deep breathes of air, a string of saliva breaking between us. Another smirk curved my lips and I sank my hand down the back of his pants, squeezing the firm globes of his ass, making him hiss and push at my chest.

"Not now," He scolded, finding my nose so he could poke at it, and almost inserting his finger in the process, making me laugh, "Gross! Come on, let me up so we can get something to eat." I groaned and snatched his hand as he started to pull away. I tugged him back into my lap and put my arms around his torso, pressing my head into the space beneath his, nuzzling his exposed throat.

"I don't want that weird American food. I'm in a mood for Celt." I purred, flicking my tongue out at his adam's apple that bobbed when he swallowed. Even though he kept pushing at my head to get me away, he was still kind of holding me against him, like he didn't want to let go. I licked a hot path from his neck down to his collarbone and he groaned, sinking his fingers into my hair. Unfortunately, he tightened his grip and finally pulled my head away, making me scowl in pain.

"Later, numbnuts. Food first."

"I am eating."

"I'm talking about food."

"You are--"

"Stop that now," Blaine scolded, bopping me in the nose and making me sneeze, giving him the chance to hop off my lap and straighten his clothes, "Besides, Ayo's in the kitchen now. I can hear him trying to get into the oven." I scowled at that, but reluctantly got up and followed Blaine as he made his way into the kitchen without running into walls or furniture. He'd gotten good at maneuvering around the house. It was pretty amazing. If it were me, I'd still be faceplanting on coffee tables and headbutting walls.

We entered the kitchen, and sure enough, Ayo was in there, freshly showered with his hair pulled back into those long braids and he only wore a pair of tight leather pants. Worse, he was handling a hot pan from the oven with his bare hands. I hissed the moment I saw them and instinct had me going over to take it from him, only to blister my hands.

"Son of a fucking whore tree!" I cursed. Ayo glared at me, baffled as he dropped the pan on a metal rack Blaine had left out for it. Blaine scowled at me as he made his way to the fridge.

"What the heck?" He asked.

"Seriously," Ayo agreed angrily, "I'm a fire demon. Handling hot things is in my nature. Not yours, though." He gestured to my blistered hands, which were already healing. Thank the gods for that small mercy, but they still stung like a bitch. I waved my hands around to cool them, scowling at him.

"Instincts." I replied through clenched teeth. Ayo rolled his eyes as Blaine opened up the fridge and took out a carton of fruit juice and went for a couple glasses, elbowing us both in the chests in the process.

"Sit," He commanded, "Let me do my thing." Ayo and I shared looks of distress, obviously not wanting to leave Blaine alone with that blazing hot pan. Even though Blaine was always doing things like this without being hurt, the worry still remained. Knowing better than to argue with Blaine, we reclutantly trudged to our seats at the dining table. The entire time, I eyed Blaine as he held his hand out over top of the counter, feeling for the heat of the pan before he very carefully plucked the biscuits off and dropped them on a couple of plates. I wrinkled my nose as he drizzled gravy onto Ayo's heaping plate.

"Ew, no gravy on mine." I told him and he just rolled his eyes. Ayo scoffed, picking up his butterknife to fiddle with it by stabbing it against the table between his fingers in a dangerous game.

"The gravy is the best part, you dork."

"Uh, ew, no. Gravy doesn't go on biscuits. I don't even like gravy in general."

"You freak."

"You're the freak, you pan handling weirdo."

"I learn from the best." Ayo mocked. I made noises of distress, turning as Blaine came over to the table to pour our drinks and pass out the plates, which we had to adjust so they were in front of us.

"Blaine, one spanking. That's all I ask." I pleaded. Ayo smirked and kept playing with his knife, until Blaine's hand darted out and snatched it away, tossing it over his shoulder so it stuck into the floor. Ayo and I stared at it, then at Blaine.

"First off, nobody's spanking my baby. Touch his tush and I won't touch yours for a week," Blaine warned, making me pout and Ayo made a face, before Blaine pointed in his direction, "And secondly, I told you to stop doing that thing with the knife. It annoys me and it's dangerous and I have no idea where I just threw that, so you go get it and put it in the sink. No more knives until you learn to use them like an adult." Ayo sighed heavily and went over, wedging the knife out of the floor and repairing the damage before he tossed it in the sink, returning to his seat as Blaine took his to my left.

I poked at the biscuits before picking one up and breaking it open to smell the steamy warmth inside. I glanced at Ayo, who was drenching his biscuits in gravy, making me grimace in disgust. Ayo scowled at me.

"It's good and your tastebuds are dead."

"Are not," I protested defensively, "The only decent food Americans can come up with is Red Robin. Even McDonalds is low on the food chain. I'd only eat there if everywhere else was closed." Ayo shuddered in repulsion, shaking his head so his braids fell over his shoulder and he had to flip them back.

"No, burgers are nasty ass. They're greasy and fake." He replied, making me snort in disagreement.

"The grease makes it better. The more the merrier, I say. And fake? What do you mean fake?"

"It's not real meat. It's that weird pink goo."

"Oh, you are such a liar. It is to real meat. At least down here it is."

"They actually use cow meat?"

"I never said cow meat." I replied, taking a bite out of my biscuit. Ayo groaned and covered his mouth, making a gagging sound, but Blaine threw a wadded up napkin in his direction, missing by about a foot.

"You spit that up and I'll make you eat it off the floor," He scolded. Ayo swallowed with difficulty and just shook his head as Blaine turned to me, "And, actually, yes. It is cow meat down here. Akin worked at McDonalds for a while there. He said that was why he quit; he hated handling the meat." Ayo looked at him quizzically.

"Didn't he cuss out a customer and catch their kitchen on fire?" He asked. I laughed and Blaine shrugged, popping a bite of biscuit into his mouth.

"You say to-ma-to, I say to-mah-to. Besides, that customer had it coming. And you know, it takes a lot to set Akin off. I've sadly never been lucky enough to see him explode. I'm hoping one day Hannibal pisses him off and makes him go ballistic. How neat would that be?" He said with a wicked smirk. I grimaced at that, though. That had to be the oddest couple since Cher and Sonny. Akin was oddly sweet and sometimes a bit wicked, like the time he hit on Charon without realizing Charon was sugar sweet.

Meanwhile, Hannibal was a psychotic dickhead. And it wasn't just the fact that he laid hands on Abel that made me hate him. The guy tormented Noe on purpose because he thought it was funny for the longest time. Granted, now, if by some miracle Noe was nearby, Hannibal remained absolutely silent. It was almost like he just adopted whatever persona people wanted him to have. Cain wanted him to be a badass, so he pretended to be a badass. Now with Akin, he was a silent obedient puppy, and it disgusted me. The god himself disgusted me. Maybe it was the stench of hybrid on him that raised my fur.

"Oh, that reminds me," Ayo said suddenly, making me glance at him, "I'm going out today, but I need some cash. I wanted to buy something for Akin's birthday. It's coming up in a few weeks. Are you guys gonna grab him something?" I wrinkled my nose.

"Wouldn't giving you money to buy him something be counted as my share?" I asked. Ayo scowled.

"No way, get your own gift."

"Then get your own money."

"Dad."

"Ayo," I mimicked his whine and he groaned in frustration, whacking his forehead on the table and holding his head there as if he couldn't bare to look at me, the sound made Blaine jump and roll his eyes, "You need to get a real job. Stop mooching off me. I'll start paying you when you take over for Leon, and Leon isn't ready to step down just yet. So, until then, go work at McDonalds." Ayo looked agonized at the thought.

"I can't work at McDonalds. I'm a fire demon with a taste for an ass whoopin'. Can't I just join the military?"

"No!" Blaine and I shouted in unison. Ayo slumped own in his seat, defeated and not too pleased about it, his arms folded over his chest and eyes narrowed.

We didn't need to explain to Ayo why joining the military was an awful idea. Oh sure, he'd be protecting the realm and all the innocents, but I would rather all of them die than Ayo die for one of Hades's stupid self-centered causes. Because he had a temper tantrum over Ambrosius ditching him and Persephone being gone and probably a bunch of other things, Hades had launched a war against Hell that killed a few hundred people and caused Lucifer's son, Raven, to be tortured by the worst general in the history of our realm, Julius Alexandrite. Even with the bastard rotting in Tartarus, I'd heard Raven was still jumpy and twitchy. And I didn't blame him one bit. I'd known Julius all my life and he'd been my least favorite oxygen stealing life form.

"Get a normal job," Blaine said after a moment of Ayo's brooding silence, "It doesn't have to be McDonalds. I don't know. Ask Akin if he needs a new house keeper."

"Ew," Ayo groaned, "I don't want to clean up after those two. Don't get me wrong, love Akin like anotha brotha, but ain't no way I want to get anywhere near their strange hobbies." I nodded in agreement.

"He could catch a disease."

"He's immortal. We don't catch diseases."

"You'd be surprised."

"Okay," Blaine said, dragging the word out in frustration, "Then go join the circus. I hear they need performing monkeys." Ayo made another frustrated noise and Blaine threw his hands up in exasperation.

"I don't know! Do what you want, but if I find out you're enlisted, I swear to the great gods above that I'll be the one you're fighting."

"I get it, dad," Ayo grumbled after a while, "But I want something to do. Something physical. And before you even say it," He turned his eyes to me as I batted my lashes innocently, "I am not going into prostitution, you sicko."

"Cerberus." Blaine snapped.

"Whaat? I didn't say anything! Why does everyone assume I'm a perverted pervert?"

"Because you are." Blaine and Ayo said in annoyed unison. I scoffed, picking up my plate and heading to the dishwasher.

"Well, fine, be that way." I retorted, then gave my butt a wiggle and Ayo grunted in disgust, shaking his head. Blaine just cocked his head, then returned to eating, muttering something in whatever Celtic language that was he spoke in. I'd asked him to teach me once, but he said there no way. It was nearly a dead language and he wanted to be able to rant about me without me knowing what he said.

The little tard.

I left them to go upstairs and see if Leon had returned home at all, but when I arrived at his door, there was a small sticky note there informing me that Leon had stayed the night at Kat's. With a frustrated sigh, I snatched the note off the door, burnt it to a pile of ashes, then brushed them off onto the floor before heading back downstairs to see Blaine turning on the dishwasher to indicate breakfast had finished while Ayo had apparently wandered off again.

"You didn't give him any money, did you?" I asked dryly. Blaine made a rude noise, wiping his wet hands on the towel we hung off the handle of the dishwasher.

"Just a little bit. And a job application."

"Blaine." I said in distress. How was Ayo supposed to fend for himself if he kept running off with my money? That was my money. I'd worked my ass off, and by that, I meant was I forced to stand around and listen to Hades bitch and moan about things that didn't matter to me, or him for that matter. He just liked hearing himself talk and he wanted someone else there to listen to him.

"Just a little bit," Blaine insisted defensively, "Don't give me that whiny voice. If you're gonna bitch, go somewhere else. I'm gonna finish my routine." I glared after him, even though he couldn't see me doing it. I inched after him, though, so I could watch him from the hall. He stooped over to turn on the stereo again, and my anger was quelled almost instantly at that perfect ass in those pants. Even better when he straightened and stepped back, wiggling his hips a little before he began his next routine of twirls and stomps to his usual Celtic music.

He threw his head back, arching his shoulders forward, then did a sharp spin and clapped his hands. He jumped a few times, spun again, clapped his hands and dropped down and did the splits in a way that made me hungry for a bite of him.

I was torturing myself like this, but I couldn't resist watching Blaine show off that perfect body. I wanted to sink my teeth into his skin, to feel his tongue probing my mouth. Even better was to feel his delicate weight seated on top of me and riding me straight into euphoria. I groaned and squirmed until Blaine laughed and slowed his dancing to turn and face me.

"I've been trying to ignore you for half an hour now and it's just getting harder." He admitted. I smirked and sauntered on over until I was standing in front of him, stooping down low so I could bury my nose in that soft hair that smelled like rain water. I scooped him in my arms without another word and dropped him on the sofa, making him groan and push at my chest when I leaned on top of him.

"Cerberus, my rule." He growled out. I nipped at his lips, smirking pleasantly as he fisted my hair and tried to yank me off to no avail.

"I have an idea. Practice your routine in my lap." I urged, then pulled him on top of me as I sat back against the sofa, pulling him against me. Blaine made a noise of distress, but instead of pulling away and climbing off, he took me by the face and drew my lips to his.

I moaned in delight at the sweet taste of his lips. His earthy nature scent pierced my senses and became the only thing I could smell. I savored the feel of his hands expertly sweeping up and down my arms, moving to the hem of my shirt so he could yank it over my head and toss it aside. I purred as he buried his mouth against my throat and tasted me. I put my arms around him, sinking my palm down the seat of his pants so I could feel his hot soft skin. My opposite hand drifted up the back of his cropped shirt, tracing his slender spine with my fingertips.

"You feel so perfect." I murmured, tilting my head to nuzzle his ear. He nipped at mine and swept his hands down to undo my zipper, his breath hot against my skin.

"You're not so bad yourself." He replied seductively. I groaned, letting him nibble on my earlobe as he dipped his palm into my pants to stroke me to hardness. My body throbbed and ached for him. It was a desperation I knew all too well. I'd never get tired of his soft, supple skin. His silky tresses of thick hair as I pulled it from his ponytail, letting it fall over his lithe shoulders. I cupped his face in my hands, admiring the perfect shape of everything, and those pale emerald eyes that still seemed to somehow glow with the fire inside his soul.

I met his lips hungrily, feeling my heart rate skip and thunder against my chest.

"I love you." I mumbled against his lips, kissing him a few times on the lips, then kissed each one of his eyelids, then his nose. He closed his eyes and smiled faintly at that, tucking his cheek against my palm before turning his head to kiss and nip at the tips of my fingers.

"You always blush when you say that." He laughed quietly, leaning in close to kiss my hot cheek. I felt the heat spreading to the tips of my ears, and as if sensing it, Blaine laughed a little more and put his arms around my neck, leaning up against me and tilting his head down to touch his forehead against mine, our noses bumping together.

"I love you too, Cerberus." He whispered against my lips before kissing me. I moaned, slumping back against the sofa before pulling him down so he was on top of me. We made out for a while on the sofa before we somehow rolled off onto the floor where, within moments, Blaine was riding on top of me, panting hard as he groped at my torso. I grunted, savoring Blaine's heat as I thrust my hips up to meet each drop of his weight, each wicked slap of skin against skin, and each precious moan that spilled past Blaine's lips and filled the room. Even better, the music was still playing and he'd begun to drop himself down on top of me in time with the beat, making my whole body tight and throbbing.

I rested my hands on his hips, savoring the expert way he rotated them, grinding down on top of me and whimpering desperately as he neared climax. My body trembled and pleaded to release, but I wasn't going to come first. Not this time. I bit my lip, breathing hard as Blaine's muscles contracted around me and he cried out in orgasm, clawing at me. I growled and picked up the pace as I came hard, pulling him down against me and rolling us over so I could lean over him and thrust in hard.

Blaine panted and mewled preciously, arching his back to take me in deeper, his hands seeking me out longingly. I leaned down so he could wrap his arms around me, his lips burying against my throat and ear as he whimpered.

"God, Cerberus, unf... You're so incredibly sexy." He moaned. I laughed between deep breathes of air as we came down from the violent high of pleasure.

"Not as sexy as you." I replied. He laughed, then dragged me down beside him on the floor. I summoned a blanket and dropped it over us as we laid on the floor in comforting silence, with only the gentle lull of the music playing softly through the speakers. Blaine snuggled up against me as I wrapped my arm around him, nose buried in his hair so I could inhale that hot earthly scent. I licked my lips and kissed at his head.

"Jeez, if you keep sniffing me like that, you'll choke on my hair." Blaine grunted, reaching up to push on my chin to get me away from his head, but I just chuckled and kissed at his fingers. He poked a finger inside my mouth so I could twirl my tongue around his finger until he slipped it out and cupped my face, bringing me down so he could kiss me gently on the mouth, fingers stroking the light stubble on my jaw.

It was then I noticed the redness around Blaine's face because I'd neglected to shave again. I grimaced.

"Sorry," I muttered, kissing at the red on his cheek, "I forgot to shave again this morning." Blaine scoffed, rubbing his hands vigorously against my cheeks, making me grumble and try and pull away, but he held me still.

"Don't apologize," He scolded me, "I love it. It's super manly. If I wanted to kiss a boy, I'd kiss Akin." I laughed at that, stroking the small of his back and making him purr contently as he rubbed his nose on my chin.

"As long as I'm not hurting you."

"Cerberus, you could never hurt me. Ah, but I can't promise the same thing for you. My bad."

"Baby, set me on fire and I won't care. Anything you want."

"Don't tempt me." Blaine smirked. I grinned and kissed him eagerly, closing my eyes in bliss as he kissed back before snuggling up under my chin so I could cradle him close against me. I savored the gentle beating of his heart, the heat of his breath, the gentle caress of his soft hair against my skin.

Yes. I was definitely the luckiest creature in all the realms.