Free The Invisible Chains - Part 1: Bonds of Hate by Andrew Ashling Page A

silently.
    Anaxantis looked up at him. Ehandar gulped.
    “Will you share my bed tonight?” he asked, almost shyly. “You don't... only if you want to.”
    As his only answer Anaxantis rubbed his body closer against his. Ehandar carried him to the big bed, lay him softly down and undressed. Before getting into bed, he removed Anaxantis's drawers. The boy smiled and lifted his hips to accommodate him. When he had crawled into the bed, he took Anaxantis in his arms and kissed him softly on the mouth. He straddled the boy, bended over and started kissing him first in his neck, softly, as if trying to heal his wounds with his lips, then let his kisses wander on his chest and nipples, slowly moving downward. He felt Anaxantis shiver. The boy turned on his belly under him.
    “Do you want this?” Ehandar asked. “We don't need—”
    “Do it,” Anaxantis said.
    He grimaced involuntarily when Ehandar entered him, and clenched his eyes shut. The older boy held back a while before lowering himself as careful as he could.
    “Tell me if I'm hurting you,” he said anxiously.
    “It's alright,” Anaxantis groaned softly.
    Very slowly Ehandar started moving up and down as he felt Anaxantis relax under him. He felt an almost uncontrollable urge to thrust vigorously, but instead kept moving at a steady rhythm. A soft moaning escaped from his partner's lips and he felt a gentle clenching around his member. When finally he peaked it was not a forceful explosion but an equally satisfying, gushing release. He let his body sink upon Anaxantis's and kissed him in the neck, while still remaining in him. When later he withdrew, he turned the boy around and was greeted by an enchanting smile which was impossible not to return. He took him in his arms and lifted him half up, while he took Anaxantis's member in his hand. He pressed his lips upon the slightly open mouth of the boy, while he kept stimulating him. Soon he felt as if all air was sucked out of his mouth, and Anaxantis's body contracted and then stretched out, at the same time turning to him while his semen erupted on both their bellies.
    Anaxantis was still panting in the afterglow, while Ehandar moved a sweaty, wavy strand of blond hair out of his eyes. The gray-blue eyes looked with gratitude up to him, and Ehandar, for the first time in his life, felt wanted, needed.
    He wished he could retain the moment, stop the time, but inevitably it passed.
    He stood up to get a towel, moistening a part of it with fresh water, and cleaned them both under the adoring gaze of Anaxantis. When he climbed back in bed and stretched out beside him, Anaxantis sighed as he snuggled against him. With his head in the crook of Ehandar's shoulder, the boy almost immediately fell asleep.
    For a long time Ehandar didn't dare move, even when his muscles began to ache from holding the same position too long, for fear of interrupting the peaceful, trusting slumber of his partner. Feeling the nearness of the warm, slender body almost brought tears to his eyes.
    “How could I have been so stupid, so blind. He must have loved me for a long time before this. And I, who have always felt so lonely, even with my friends around me, have done nothing but push him away and blame him for everything. Well, all that is going to change. Tomorrow I'll explain everything to him, all the dangers that lurk around us, all that went wrong, all my failures, and this time I will listen to his advice. With my arm and his brain our chances of surviving the struggle for the Devil's Crown are more than doubled. We'll make the Marches into an impenetrable bulwark were we can't be budged from.”
    When he had checked that the boy was fast asleep he carefully made himself more comfortable. Anaxantis moved in his sleep and lay a hand on his chest. Ehandar smiled and drew the covers over both of them.

    “He has forgiven me,” were his last thoughts before he became drowsy and sank into a deep sleep.



Chapter 5:
    The Dragon Flies