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Burning Houses

By: madmarch
folder 1 through F › Covenant, The
Rating: Adult +
Chapters: 9
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything... well, I own this computer but often I worry that it has a will of it's own. Anywho- I own no movies or characters in this story. But more specifically- I do not own The Covenant or make any profit by writing about them.
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Ash

Tyler woke with a shuddered moan, eyes fluttering open- surprised to find that the sound had been his own. He was staring up at his ceiling, lying in the warmth of his bed, but the warmth was not his alone. His lips parted wider to take in a long breath as a hand encircled him, moving slowly. “Pogue.” He breathed the name and felt the mouth of the other boy smile against the skin of his neck, a thumb brushing over the head of his cock before stroking more.

“Yes?” Pogue’s voice was deep and husky, one arm still curled under Tyler’s head as it had been while they slept, the other stretched mischievously down the length of the boy’s naked chest with his hand lost in those loose pajama pants, moving with a rhythmic pumping inside.

Tyler’s mind reeled. Was he supposed to have a question? Was he supposed to say something? “W-what time is it?” Stupid! He shivered and grabbed at Pogue’s sculpted shoulder, as though he was afraid his hand might pull away.

Pogue laughed softly and moved his mouth up neck to cheek. “Morning. Suns not even up yet.”

Tyler shuddered and nodded, rocking his hips lightly into the curled hand.

“Tell me something,” Pogue whispered against his ear.

Tyler responded with a moan, nodding his head.

Pogue moved his hand a little faster, his tongue flicking against his ear. “Who was your first kiss, Baby Boy?”

He would have tensed if his body wasn’t so captivated by the sensation in his groin, he shivered and tried to focus, tried to feel something other than raw desire. It seemed what cleverness he might have had was lost. “You were.” Tyler admitted, biting his lower lip and sucking it into his mouth. He closed his eyes and arched, pressing his head back into the pillow and groaning as he came in his pants, Pogue’s hand stroking until the last burst of white was set free and his body was left trembling on the mattress.

With a grin, Pogue shifted his arm out from under Tyler and quickly stripped the boy of his pants, throwing them onto the floor. It was all he needed to know. If he was Tyler’s first kiss than he was the one Tyler had been waiting for all this time. It was his. He groaned when Tyler sat up, one of his shaky hands pushing Pogue to lie down again. He loved watching those naked limbs move, loved seeing Tyler’s face flush with desire and his thighs shaking slightly- he couldn’t wait to make them tremble against his sides.

His eyebrow quirked when Tyler straddled him with his back to him, but moaned when the boy sat down on his chest, his balls and semihard cock were hot against his skin. Nimble fingers pushed Pogue’s pants down his defined hips until his own sex was bare. His hand stroked Tyler’s back as he watched the boy bend forward and felt that soft mouth open up around his cock, tongue twirling against his head. Pogue’s head fell back against the pillow, chest rumbling with approving sounds as Tyler sucked him. The wet sounds grew louder and he resisted the urge to thrust up into that throat.

His hands took Tyler’s thighs, pulling until his ass was up, his body now crouched on all fours over Pogue’s. His hands stroked up to the boys ass, pulling the cheeks apart gently to take a real look at him. He could feel Tyler shiver, was that hesitation? Pogue smiled and leaned up, tongue slipping out past lips to press against that small hole. Tyler jolted, a saliva slick cock slipped from his mouth as he gasped. Pogue’s tongue pressed into him, siphoning saliva into his small entrance, licking and sucking until Tyler was crying out and clawing at the sheets.

Pogue drew back, wetting his finger before pressing it against that pucker, using that moment of Tyler’s mewling delight to slide the digit into him. He could feel his body tensing around his finger, his own cock throbbing with anticipation.

“Po…” Tyler groaned, but his attempt at words fell into disjointed sounds as that finger started moving in and out. One soon becoming two until he could feel the resistance of his own body, could feel himself shaking down to his core as those fingers scissored inside of him, twisting and thrusting, curling until something sparked and his whole body lurched forward, panting and moaning. He felt like he was going to come again, felt like he was going to cry if something didn’t happen soon.

Pogue turned them and before Tyler could register anything but the absence of those fingers, he was on his back on the bed, hands pushing his legs up until they bent against his sides. He pressed the head of his hard sex against that swollen entrance, pushing with his hips and watching Tyler’s face as the boy’s mouth dropped open, his body straining under the weight and demand of the other’s. His hands grabbed at Pogue’s shoulders, his teeth gritting. “Po…” He bit out, the pressure felt so great that it was practically choking him.

Pogue stroked the thigh’s he’d captured, his hips pushing deeper until he was finally buried, until he could finally moan. It took everything he had not to pull back and thrust in again, not to take what he wanted so badly. He leaned over Tyler, his lips brushing softly. “Baby Boy.” He whispered, watching as the boy held his breath and then finally released it with a tremor, his eyes opening- glazed and full of desire. “Are you alright?” Po’s words breathed against his lips.

Tyler shuddered and arched, squirming under him, his body squeezing Pogue’s cock. “Please…” Tyler trembled. “More.” He gasped at air, squeezing his arms. “Please, Po. Please!”

Pogue moaned and drew his hips back before pushing them forward again, sheathing himself in the other boy’s body again and again. He moaned and watched the erotic display on the younger man’s face, the way his lips parted wide, the way his eyes rolled backward when he sunk into him. He was panting and gasping as though he couldn’t get air. His legs pressed between their bodies, his back still straining to rock his hips up into those hard thrusts. He was so full that his stomach ached, his limbs burned, and still he couldn’t stop grabbing at Pogue for more, begging for it to be harder and faster. He was so close that when Pogue finally hit that spot inside him, his entire body spasmed, jolting so hard that his teeth mashed, his cum shooting up his own chest.

After a few more rolls of his hips and soul deep moan, Pogue had followed him into ecstasy, filling his body with sticky heat. It took minutes that felt like blissful hours for their breathing to settle again, for Pogue to slide carefully out of him. The older boy grabbed an article of discarded clothing from the side of the bed, to clean up the youngest, kissing his shoulder softly before tucking them back in and pulling him up against his body. Tyler sighed with satisfaction against that warm chest, closing his eyes. “I feel like I’ve waited forever for that.”

Pogue smiled and kissed the top of his head. “Well I won’t keep you waiting anymore.”

-

Reid had awoken suddenly. It was barely morning and Caleb was still sleeping at his side. His throat was dry, so dry he couldn’t cough. Slipping from that warm body he quickly crept from the room into the hall- always going for the hall bathroom rather than Caleb’s out of habit more than anything else. No one used Caleb’s bathroom unless invited.

He ran the sink and practically sucked the water from the nozzle. The first swallow burned, the second wouldn’t go down at all. He coughed and coughed until finally a mass of black overflowed from his lips, spilling into the sink. Tar? He panted and spat, fingers rubbing the substance from his lips. His eyes widened as he looked at it. Wet ash.

With shaking hands he quickly rinsed the sink out before returning to his own room. Ash. It seemed familiar, like something he had learned as a boy. Maybe a punishment for using? A curse? Would one of the other’s play a trick on him like that? No. Not his brothers. It was some strange side affect. Had to be. And still, he couldn’t sleep. Could only stare at the ceiling and taste the ash in his mouth.


-Sorry this one took a while. Thanks so much to bloodravyn for the comment! It was just the kick I needed to get moving! I have plans for the next chapter but I'd love to hear input and reviews!
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