Bad Cupid

Call me Eric.

No, really. Call me Eric, please.

I have many names - Cupid, Eros, Amor, Angel of Love, whatever - depending on which language you speak and what culture you belong to, but really, who wanted to be called "Eros"? That is so last millennia. And Cupid? Please. Spare me. That is my designation, not my name.

By the way, can someone please explain to me why is it that everyone thinks I'm a chubby little baby with wings flying around shooting heart-shaped arrows at people?

Anyways.

Right now, I'm lying with my arms crossed behind my head in a sinfully soft bed, completely naked and gloriously blissed-out. My body aches, and yet I feel...sated. Next to me, with his arm stretched across my belly possessively and head buried to the crook of my neck, is a man, who is about as clothed as I am. His breath blows moist air against my neck, making my skin tingle as he snores softly in deep slumber.

The smell of sex lingers in the air and speaks of things to come. The fragments from last night's encounter intrude my thoughts as I wait for him to stir. Wait for him to wake so he can hold me down again as he plunges into me.

And oh, I cannot wait.

How did I end up here, you ask?

Well. There's the long version and then there's the short one. All that I can tell you is that I've been a very bad cupid.

And being bad has never felt so good.

* * *

"Uh-huh," I said into my phone, resisting the urge to sigh. "Yes, Mom, I know. Why are you telling me this anyways? I'm done my quota for the year. Jaden and the others aren't even close to finishing, so why aren't you calling to check up on them?"

I was walking down the street in the city, window-shopping as I passed displays filled with red, pink and white decorations of hearts and bows. I shuddered and stuck my tongue out just a bit in disgust.

"What? I can't call to talk to my own son?"

My mother, the all-powerful love goddess Aphrodite. Sometimes I wondered who was the parent here.

"You can, but not about work. I'm done for the year, Mom. I'm taking tonight off, and that's final," I answered quickly then cut the call short. She'd just go on and on and on and I'd never hear the end of it.

As a cupid, it is my job to make compatible people fall in love with each other. Most of the year, I just takes the cases my mother tosses at me. The few weeks leading up to Valentine's Day, though, has always been like tax season for the mortals - overtime and no breaks until we're done. With the world population ballooning and more single, unhappy people around, my workload has gotten significantly heavier. A few decades back, Aphrodite created my half-brothers and half-sisters so the work could be spread out amongst everyone, but it still takes serious time to get everything right.

Now, a cupid's job isn't all pink hearts and sparkly bubbles. It is hard work. It is part intuition and part experience, with a dash of luck thrown in. You can't just take two people, lump them together and call it a day. You have to find just the right person for it to last. Intuition allows me to recognize what type of match to pick, but it is the millennia's worth of experiences that tells me exactly which is "the one". That makes me the best and most efficient matchmaker in the Celestial Sphere.

Anyways.

After two weeks straight of finding the right matches and binding the future couples with the magic of chance encounter, I found myself exhausted and bored out of my mind. I'd more than met my quota for the year, and I deserved a break. I wandered past the shops into the entertainment district. The restaurants were full of couples celebrating the day of love. I smiled to myself and gave myself a pat on the back for a job well done.

Maybe it'd been the sight of happy couples, but a sudden weariness set in, and I found myself in need of a drink. Or a few. I ducked into the closest bar, not caring that it was a popular gay hangout. I just needed a drink, stat.

The truth of the matter was that at the end of the day, after all was said and done, I was alone.

Me, the God of Sex and Lust, alone on Valentine's Day. Imagine that.

I waved the barkeep over, ordered a drink and told him to keep me topped up. The thing about being an immortal god is that after a while you begin to have a very pessimistic outlook on life. Nothing ever changes, and you try not to get attached to mortals because you last, and they don't.

I was trying to decide how I would spend the rest of my night off when I saw him.

I remembered him. He was a cop or something; one of Jezebel's cases from last year. I remembered him very well - a very... interesting case. I'd told Jezebel to be careful, because this man was different. I could sense it when I looked at him, could feel it in my bones. He looked harmless on the surface, but I could tell that there was more than that. He was good-looking, no doubt about it, but there was something else about him. Something hidden - a darkness - deep inside, just waiting to break free.

It would take someone special to make him happy, my instinct told me. Knowing it would be a challenging case, I'd told Jezebel that I'd handle it, but she wouldn't listen. She wanted the challenge.

I watched him come towards the bar. From the look of the man I could see that he was in a foul mood. A man like him, alone on Valentine's Day - the message was loud and clear. I shook my head. I knew Jezebel had screwed it up.

He sat down on a stool a seat away from me, so I waved the barkeep over. "Whatever he wants, put it on my tab." It was the least I could do.

"Do I know you?" he asked, shifting over to the seat next to me. "I'll get a double Maker's, neat."

"I don't think so," I smiled, holding up my drink to him as the barkeep filled his glass. "Just thought you could use one."

"That obvious, huh?" He held up his drink and tossed it back, emptying half of the bitter liquid into his mouth like it was soda.

"Well, no, but I'm not most people. Cheers," I said, sipping the last of my drink as I observed the man carefully.

"Cheers," he tossed back the rest of his drink and ordered another. The barkeep filled my glass at the same time.

I held out my hand, "Name's Eric, by the way."

"Gabe," he answered, gripping my hand firmly.

"So, what happened?" I asked. I could tell he didn't want to answer my question, but he didn't want to be rude and tell me off either, so I pushed a bit more. "Come on, we're two guys sitting in a bar having the hard stuff on Valentine's Day. Commiserating at the bottom of the bottle is about all we could do."

Gabe snorted, sipping his second drink slowly while he stared at the glint reflecting off of a beer tap. "He's been cheating on me. I found out last week, confronted him about it. We fought and he stormed out."

"Shit." I shook my head.

"Yeah." He nodded, the corner of his lips pulling into a sarcastic smirk. "What about you?"

"Me?" I snickered. "Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. People come and go, and I'm sick and tired of looking."

It was the truth. Maybe one of these days I'd fall in love again with an immortal, but for now, I just want to have fun.

"Hear, hear." He held his drink up. I followed, then tossed mine back in one gulp.

A few more drinks and some chitchat later, I was happily buzzed and feeling braver and more playful than usual. I've never been one to restrict myself sexually - I'm the God of Sex after all. Gabe was looking positively delicious sitting there brooding in his darkness, and I just couldn't help myself. I couldn't resist turning it up a notch and tempt him into something a bit more... fun.

I slid off the stool and leaned over so my left arm touched his right, and I asked, letting my voice dip down to lustful lows. "So, what now? What do you have planned for tonight, if you don't mind me asking?"

I ran my fingers up his muscular forearm, gracing his rock hard bicep through his rolled-up sleeve with my knuckles before sliding my hand over his broad back, slinging my arm over those strong shoulders. I arched my lean, flexible body forward, brushing against his hip and thigh.

He stiffened, and I almost thought he was going to shrug me off when he straightened a bit and gazed into my eyes with his brown depth an arched eyebrow. "What's it to you?" he asked.

"Well, I was thinking," I leaned in so my chest nudged against his arm as I ran my right hand up and down his thigh. "You're alone, and I'm alone. And this is Valentine's Day after all..." I whispered hotly against his right ear, "Wanna be my Valentine?"

Gabe slipped his right arm off the table and around my waist, pulling me in flush against his side. "What are you proposing?"

I let my right hand slid up to his rippled abs, stroking gently as I continued to whisper into his ear. "How about you take me home, and then you can do anything you want with me?"

"Anything?" He eyed me bemusedly.

"Uh-huh." I hummed, nipping his ear lightly. "Anything."

"Good." Gabe's smile widened into a toothy grin, a bit like a shark, but since when did that scare or bother me? "Let's go."

* * *

At my insistent, Gabe let me settle the bill then dragged me out of the bar. He lived only a short taxi ride away, but I couldn't keep my hands off of him once I began touching him. That raw, hidden power I felt pouring off of him pulled me in, and by the time we stumbled up the stairs to his third floor apartment I was practically plastered over him, hands touching everywhere I could and lips kissing his jaw and neck like he was oxygen.

He held my head by the back of my neck and kissed me hard, biting my lips. My hands roamed over his back, digging and scrabbling under his winter jacket and t-shirt at the skin as I ground my groin against his.

Gabe fished out his keys with a spare hand and opened the door. I pressed him against the back of the door as soon as we were inside. My mouth was back on his neck instantly, nibbling my way down his jaw to his Adam's apple then to the hollow of his collarbone. I was a few inches shorter than him, and the crook of his neck was at just the right height for me to kiss and gnaw on.

Suddenly, my world whirled as Gabe pushed me against the opposite wall, both of us tripping over shoes as we tried to get rid of our own. His hands gripped my wrists, pushing them to the wall next to my head before his head dipped, pressing against my mouth forcefully.

I opened up willingly - I wasn't about to fight him. If he wanted to take charge, he only had to tell me.

He hovered over me, kissing me with overwhelming passion and I could only try to keep up. I rolled my hips, hoping for more contact but then he backed away.

"Bedroom's the second door on your left. I want you stripped and on the bed by the time I get there," he commanded with a growling whisper into my ear, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. "And you're not to touch yourself until I get there."

I stumbled towards the room, tearing my long-sleeve shirt away from my body as I moved. I unzipped my jeans and pulled them off along with my briefs. I was achingly hard, my cock leaking. I wanted to stroke myself but then I remembered the commanding tone of Gabe's voice.

I climbed onto the bed and laid down on my back just as Gabe strode into the room. He was bare from the waist up. His hard pecs and abs, solid and defined, flexed as he moved, and he looked magnificent as he stood by the bed, towering over me.

I wanted to reach up to him, to draw him into a kiss but he moved first, pinning me down on the bed, my hands by my head.

"Gabe?" I arched up, desperate for his touch, but he pressed me back down with his body. The rough fabric of his jeans teased my hardness, and I moaned softly.

"You're a naughty, naughty boy, Eric," Gabe fixed me with his gaze, tightening his hold on my wrists. "Playing with fire like this."

"Naughty is in my nature." I reached up with my head to lick at the corner of his lips. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, flicking it with his own.

"You know what happens to naughty boys?" He asked, releasing my mouth, and then licked a streak up my neck to my ear before whispering in that same, commanding tone. "Naughty boys get punished."

I arched an eyebrow at him. "Do they now?"

"Uh-huh." Gabe leaned down to kiss me again and brought my wrists higher at the same time. His kiss was heated, dominating. His lips alone were enough to capture my attention as I imagined what he would to me later with that skillful tongue of his.

I didn't notice until he pulled my wrists together and bound them with a silk scarf. I asked, curiously, "What are you doing?"

"I told you, naughty boys get punished," he answered with a wicked grin and tied the silk scarf to the bed, leaving only enough length so he could flip me over without twisting my arms.

"Seriously?" I twisted my head back to glare at him, squirming against my restraints. I wasn't used to being tied up, but this had a certain appeal to a side of me that I didn't know existed.

Gabe undid his belt and jeans, letting his rock hard cock nudge at the crack of my ass through his shorts. "Tell me you don't want it, right now, and I'll let you go," he said slowly but clearly, "But if I let you go, nothing more will happen. Not tonight, not ever. Understand?"

The heat of his cock against my ass made me gasp. I could tell from the tone of his voice that he was serious. Unless I said no, he would hold me down, do what he wanted with me, and take me places I'd never been. If I did say no, he'd let me go, but then I'd never see him again.

My heart thumped in my chest and my breathing hastened. I felt... anxious. I was nervous but I wasn't the least bit scared. I wasn't as buzzed as I had been back at the bar, but I wanted the man just the same.

I wanted him enough that I'd give control over to him. Completely.

I relaxed my body, resting my forehead down on the bed, still breathing fast. I knew he'd gotten my answer when his hands slid up my back to my neck, kneading and massaging the nape before sliding down again.

Gabe pulled me by my hips up so I was kneeling on the bed, like I was praying. I could feel him hover over me, watching me.

"Gabe, I..."

"Shush." Gabe leaned down, fixing my neck with one hand. "No talking. Got it?"

I nodded, biting my lower lip.

And then I felt it. His palm connected with my left ass cheek with a loud smack. My breathing hitched. I groaned at the sting. It'd hurt, but then the same, rough hand rubbed over the hurt, turning it into pleasure.

I felt his hand move away. I waited for the next smack, but it didn't land right away as I had expected it. It landed much later on the other side, causing my breath to hitch again. He let his tongue licked away the hurt this time, the rough pad gracing over my hole in a tease as his hand gripped my left ass cheek.

A series of slaps rained down on both cheeks, no stopping at all. The hurt and sting of each smack layered upon each other. I cried out in pain, and yet, I was becoming more aroused with each spanking of my ass. My cock filled to full hardness again, and it dragged along the sheets, leaving trails of juices as my body shifted with each smack. The texture of smooth sheets was maddening on the head of my meat.

I moaned loudly, pushing my ass back, hoping Gabe would bestow more attention on them.

"Eager, are we?" Gabe growled, pulling my hips higher, forcing my back to arch. He gripped my cock, squeezing it hard just once, forcing my fogged attention on him. "No, you don't get off until I say so. No rubbing your cock against the sheets, boy."

I shuddered in pleasure to the name he used. He'd laid claim on me, and I was his until he said otherwise.

He smacked me hard again and again, and my cock throbbed with each impact. I didn't know how much longer I could keep myself from exploding right then and there.

Every fiber of my being was focused on Gabe and what he was doing. Everything else faded to the background. His palm brought pain and pleasure at the same time, driving me mad. I jutted my ass higher, hoping that he'd do more to me, as I rubbed my forehead against the sheets in frustration.

My body was screaming for release, but I knew I wouldn't be getting any. Not yet anyways.

Gabe spanked me one last time, before both of his hands began rubbing and kneading my ass. I whimpered at the tingling sensation from my ass under his hands. He spread my ass cheeks open to expose my hole. "Beautiful, you are, glowing red like this."

His hands were gone for a moment then back on my thighs, gripping them tightly and pulling them open wider. I could feel his hot, moist breath against the heat of my red glowing ass cheeks as he leaned in towards me. His hands moved up, spreading my cheeks once again before his tongue darted out to lick a streak up from my taint to my hole. My legs nearly gave away at the feel of him dragging his tongue over my sensitive flesh.

I bit down harder on my lower lip, trying desperately to not say a word, except to moan and groan at Gabe's talented tongue and fingers. Behind me, Gabe was massaging the ring of muscle as he wet my ass with saliva.

I could feel his tongue flicking over my entrance, and my puckered hole winked in response. And then a finger was pushing into me, without warning. It'd slid in easily after Gabe had licked my hole open, but I was unprepared. My ass tightened around Gabe's finger automatically, and he groaned. "Fuck, you're tight!"

I tried my best to relax my entrance, and let his tongue tease its way up my taint, linger around the finger in my ass before licking down again, just barely touching my sac.

I should feel embarrassed with my ass sticking out in the air and my hands bound above my head to the headboard, but I couldn't care about it. All I wanted was Gabe at that very moment. Every molecule of my being was tuned to him, just waiting.

My moans and whimpers flowed continuously now, escaping out of from between my lips like a waterfall. I thrust my hips shallowly, hoping Gabe would take the hint. Instead, Gabe gripped my hips hard, fixing it in place. I could almost feel the bruises forming already. "Did I say you could move?"

I shook my head, letting my cheek rub against the pillow.

"Then hold still," Gabe ordered as he slipped an extra spit-wet finger into me, thrusting as deep as they'd go. He continued to slide them in and out of my ass, opening me wider.

I panted against the edge of a pillow, and, without warning, a thick, hot thing invaded my ass and plunged deep. My breathing hitched as he grunted, seated fully into me.

Finally! My body sang with joy as Gabe pulled out almost completely and plunged back in. Each time he thrust in, his heavy sac slapped against my taint, and his hips nudged against my ass, sending more sparks up my spine. My throbbing member bobbed and swayed with each thrust, the head of my cock slapping against my abs, leaving wet trails of pre-cum over sweaty skin.

Gabe moved one hand to grab my neck, fixing my head against the bed securely. I felt Gabe's other hand around my hard flesh as he continued to pummel into me. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room. I was right on the edge, and the tiniest stimulation could set me off but, of course, Gabe knew that. He held the base of my cock with two fingers, and gripped hard to stop me from coming every time I felt like I would explode.

I whined, but he wouldn't let up. He sped up, his thrusts more forceful as he panted and groaned loudly with pleasure. Instead of tensing up to meet him, I relaxed further. I gave in and let him take control of me, to use me as he wished.

Submission. That was what Gabe wanted from me. Not just my ass, or my cock, but my body and soul. I was more than happy to oblige.

I let it all go - all that inhibition and doubt - and let him grip my hips tightly, fucking into me mercilessly.

I felt him pumping into my ass erratically and then stilling behind me. He buried his man meat completely inside my ass, stretching me wide as he filled my channel with hot cum.

"Fuck!" he yelled, loudly, then pulled out of me. I could feel his big load of sticky cum dribble out of my spasming hole, sliding down my thigh. He flipped me over and stroked my hard shaft expertly. Leaning down, he whispered into my ear, "You gonna be naughty again?"

I shook my head eagerly - maybe later, but not now. Right now, I just want my release, anyway he would give me.

"All right," he seemed satisfied with my answer. "You can come now."

Without warning, I shot my load all over his hand and my torso with a strangled cry. Streaks of my juices landed as far as my nose and my jaw. I licked at the drop near the corner of my mouth hungrily as Gabe lapped his own hand clean.

He lay down next to me, releasing me from my restraints. Tossing the silk scarf over the side of the bed haphazardly, Gabe wrapped me in a bear hug, petting my chest gently as I slowly became aware of my surroundings again. I felt him peppering kisses on my shoulder and I sighed, settling into his arms.

"You doing okay?" he asked after a very long moment. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

I shook my head, turning in his arms so I could bury my head into his chest. "No."

"Good," he sighed, happily, pulling me in tighter. "You're staying." It was a statement, not a question.

"I don't think I can move even if I wanted to leave." I grinned against his chest. I was spent, and tired. The last I heard was his chuckles as the darkness pulled me down.

* * *

Gabe stirred next to me, waking slowly. "Good morning," he said, his voice low and gravely as he shimmied up for a kiss.

"Morning," I said back hoarsely, returning his nibbling kisses as his morning hardness nudged against my thigh. My own cock was just as full, lying on my belly, waiting.

"Hmm, a very good morning indeed," Gabe felt his way up my body, still sore and soiled from last night. He shuffled up to sitting on his haunches. "Up."

"Do I have to?" I stuck my tongue out.

"Up." He arched an eyebrow. "Now. Or I'll spank you again, and I won't let you come this time."

I sat up reluctantly, groaning as every muscle of my body complained. I'd love another spanking but my body needed time to rest. And not being allowed to come would just about kill me.

"Your mouth around my cock, boy." Gabe ordered. "Do it good and I'll consider sucking you off."

I grinned, moving quickly.

See? I told you. Being bad had never felt so good.