I
Spark
DAMIAN’S hand smoothed over the rough skin of his lover’s inner thigh. His palm rubbed the hairs and caused each follicle to awaken and the hair to stand on end. The muscle tensed under Damian’s massage, his lover’s legs tightening in an involuntary gesture of pleasure. Damian spread open the V-shape with a gentle push, exposing again the other man’s thick and pulsing dick.
“Kell,” Damian whispered, releasing a strong puff of air from his lungs.
“Suck me, Bringer.” Kell’s response was deep and laced with passion.
After three months hiding in the badlands with his lover, Damian Junter didn’t need permission to pleasure Kell. Neither did he need to be commanded. Kell Laughlin may have been the leader of the Outlanders based in Terra Noir, but in the desert cave, the two men were equals. Both Outlaws from the Eastern brand of justice.
Kell used both hands to grab hold of Damian’s hair and guide Damian’s face toward his dick. The gesture was one of domination, but also need. It aroused Damian—he relished Kell’s show of control. Damian especially enjoyed it when the Outlaw called him Bringer.
Damian had left his profession as a Bringer of Justice behind after learning of the New Amster Statesman’s betrayal. Statesman Paulin had accused Kell, an innocent, of the murder of the Statesman’s family, but it wasn’t the only evil Paulin had done. The Statesman was responsible for both Kell’s and Damian’s banishment to Terra Noir, the western stronghold of the Outlander resistance. When Kell told Damian the truth, the knowledge may have ended Damian’s job as a Bringer, but he remained a Bringer at heart.
A man who lived for justice.
When Kell called Damian Bringer during sex, the word ignited a ruthless and carnal desire within Damian that only one thing could sate.
Damian wrapped his lips around Kell’s dick. He moved downward until the tip pushed against his throat. He laved the engorged shaft with his tongue. He teased Kell with tiny bites. With each upward pump, Damian gave special attention to the crown, sucking until Kell’s luscious pre-come juices trickled into Damian’s mouth.
Kell moaned and used his massive hands to pump Damian’s head, quickening the thrusting motion. Up and down Damian bobbed until the Outlaw was about to explode. Damian felt Kell’s cock grow thicker in anticipation under the friction of the mouth fuck.
Kell’s moans pleaded with Damian to continue. His fingers threaded through Damian’s long black mane to gain further traction. Kell’s hips pumped and swiveled. No matter how much Kell’s groans and gyrating movements sought release, Damian did not give up control.
Before Kell blew his load, Damian let go of Kell’s rod. The dick popped out of his mouth like a lollipop, and Kell’s moan morphed into a whimper. Damian reached next to the bed roll and grabbed the bullet lube that the two used to lubricate the passage down the bore of their rifles. The cream was good for a lot more than eliminating galling of the soft metal as it traversed the hard cutting edge of a gun. With two fingers, Damian smoothed the soft, jellied substance down the length of Kell’s dick.
“Want me to get you?” Kell asked and reached for the lube.
When Kell and Damian first fucked, the Outlaw had taken Damian like an animal—in a relentless mix of pain and pleasure. The experience had been Damian’s first with a man, but not because he hadn’t fantasized about it for years before. Damian had been with women because the East expected him to, but he’d never taken pleasure in the acts of sex. Until Kell. Kell’s attack had rocked his world—in more ways than one.
Since then, Kell had been careful to prime his lover’s hole, ensuring that each act was as comfortable as it was erotic. It wasn’t that Damian didn’t enjoy the more sensual lovemaking, but it wasn’t what Damian wanted this time.
Damian wanted Kell to ride him like a cowboy breaks a horse. Fuck him like he was a virgin horse who’d never experienced the feel of leather on his sides. Take him back in time to their fateful first encounter in the arena.
“No,” Damian said with a deep sigh as he lowered himself over Kell’s slick dick. Kell responded by grabbing a handful of Damian’s balls and giving them a tight squeeze.
Damian went down on Kell quick and hard. In one feral thrust, Kell’s rod slipped past Damian’s entrance and tore into his passage. Damian winced and his eyes rolled back in his head. The assault was rough but welcome. Ruthless but rousing.
Just the way Damian preferred.
After several hard prods, Damian paused to allow Kell’s dick to fill him. His loins throbbed and expanded to meet the size of Kell’s thick cock. Damian threw his head back and yowled in pleasure.
“Ride me, Bringer,” Kell said through gritted teeth. “Ride me.”
“Here’s your justice, Outlaw,” Damian responded. He rose up until only the knob of Kell’s dick remained inside his hole.
Damian positioned himself so that he rested on his toes. His legs straddled Kell, but his knees were pushed up next to each side of Kell’s chest. Damian readied himself for the blitz, all the while keeping the crown of Kell’s dick nestled snug at his entrance. Never letting the tip escape.
Using all the strength of his muscular thighs, Damian held himself in position. His legs trembled as he twisted his hips around the crown. He teased Kell’s cock until Kell’s entire body shook in an uncontrollable spasm. When he knew Kell could take no more, Damian bore down again.
This time, Damian slammed Kell over and over. He rode Kell with raw intensity. Their heaves and moans echoed through the cave. Each advance took Kell closer to the edge. Up and down, the onslaught continued. Kell’s balls tightened. He fisted both hands and slammed them against the cot.
Kell fountained, and the hot cream shot into Damian's ass. The sap spilled out and covered Kell’s crotch. The scent of musk permeated their air.
“Fuck yeah,” Damian groaned and collapsed on top of his lover.
The two lay entwined in each other’s arms on the small rectangular bed. It didn’t consist of more than a sheepskin over a tarp, but Damian didn’t care. He’d voluntarily left the comforts of the East behind. Hell, he wasn’t willing to pay the price the Aristocracy demanded anyway. Damian would be damned if he was willing to give up his integrity for a soft bed.
Besides, Kell wouldn’t be there with him. Couldn’t be there. Not with a faulty bounty still on his head for the murder of Statesman Paulin’s family.
Damian closed his eyes and hugged Kell tighter to his massive chest. He knew he had likely garnered a similar bounty. After all, he’d disregarded a direct order from Statesman Paulin to kill Kell. He’d taken down the Bringers who’d been sent to cure Damian’s error. Damian knew he was an Outlaw now too. Eastern comforts were as dead to him as they were to Kell.
“You’re thinking of home. Your old life,” Kell said. He threaded his fingers through Damian's hair.
Kell always seemed to know what Damian was thinking. The two may have only known each other for a few months, but to Damian it felt like a lifetime. “Yes.”
“We should go back. Leave the badlands.”
“What? You’re fucking crazy. You know we are both wanted men,” Damian protested, but he secretly yearned to do just that. He loved being with Kell, but something inside him needed to set the record straight. Even if it meant a fight. Or his own death.
“True. But the documents we sent to the East should have made their way to the public by now. Those loyal to me will have ensured that a spark of revolution has been ignited.” Kell’s whispered voice escalated in tone and strength with each word. Damian could tell Kell wanted to go back as much as Damian did.
Kell had sent one of his closest advisors to deliver evidence of the Statesman’s indiscretions to the Eastern media. The documents contained the truths behind the lies the citizens of the East had been told. If Kell’s objective had been successful, perhaps the two men could return.
Had circumstances been different, Damian imagined that Kell probably would have become a Bringer. The need for justice ran as thick through the Outlander’s blood as it did through Damian’s. But for Statesman Paulin, Kell’s life would have been dramatically different.
“A spark?” Damian raised his eyebrows.
“I’d say it’s about time we stoked the fire.” A wicked smiled curved Kell’s lips.
“Hell yeah!” Damian yelled. “But first we should celebrate our planned revolution.”
Damian flipped his body so that he lay beneath his lover. “Now it’s my turn to fuck you.”
“Damn right, Bringer.” Kell slid his body down the length of Damian’s large frame before assuming a similar position to the one Damian had held only minutes before.
