A Long, Hard Night

You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
I broke apart my insides
(Help me) I've got no soul to sell
(Help me) the only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself
I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God

– "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails

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I instinctively looked down at myself as I considered my lover's request. My selling point was my ass, I knew it and I worked it shamelessly. The idea of being the penetrator never occurred to me for deeply personal reasons but that was long ago. I possessed a perfectly serviceable tool of five inches. It was thinner than I liked but I had more than most in my circumstances. I was blessed to have what I had and I knew how to use it, so why did it strike me as laughable that Emil wanted me to fuck him? I knew the answer.

I slept with two demigods whose equipment generously conjured comments like "fucking hell, dudes" and "where do you get the blood to feed those goddamn  things?" I judged myself harshly against the brothers knowing they were the exception, not the rule. Emil must have seen my struggle because he pulled me into his arms and began  peppering me with kisses, begging me repeatedly saying, "fuck me, please? Fuck me, please?"

The touch of his lips lit a fire in my core, his pleading roused a loving predator in my soul. I gripped him by the sides of his hair and peered deeply into his eyes.

"We just came buckets, Emil." I smoothed my thumbs across his eyebrows. "The bed is soaked, you just got home and it's late. Are you sure?"

His cheeks flushed a lovely hue of rose as he considered my words. "I've needed you since I left for Scotland last Friday. I love you, Chonay. I miss you, and you know I can last all night like Anton. I…." He licked his lips and peered from under his lashes. His eyes shone with tender vulnerability but his smile was pure, delightful wickedness. "I like wallowing in our come while you fuck me. I feel closer to you."

His blue gaze, like peering into the heart of an ocean wave, darted down and to the left. He admitted something too close, too taboo. I read his words as if he voiced them aloud. I like wallowing in my brother's come. I feel closer to him.

I said nothing more. I pulled him into a kiss and leaned him back. His shiver of anticipation sang an aria in my blood as I kissed down his neck. I sucked on his throat and raked him with my teeth, luxuriating in the beat of his heart under my lips. His breathing deepened into a throaty purr. His skin grew flush and hot under my teeth. He pressed into my mouth demandingly, conjuring visions of a vampiric seduction. His fingers twisted in my long black hair and pulled. I winced but the sting thrilled me.

"Fuck me, please!" He begged plaintively.

I flicked lizardlike in the hollow of his collarbone before drawing a trail of saliva across the broad planes of his chest. I latched on to his nipple and nursed him with wet, loud smacks. His writhing intensified when I clamped down with my teeth. He gasped sharply with delight and arched his back off the bed, feeding me more of his tender teat.

"Yes, bite that fucking nip! More!" He hissed hotly.

I shifted to the other side and repeated my treatment with his neglected pip. I munched and sucked until it stood tall and erect on his pec, angry in color, glistening with spit, and aroused tremendously. Emil certainly appreciated the attention based on his litany of filthy words.

I inched down, lathering Emil's brickwork abs with spit before worming the tip of my tongue in his navel. I detected something tap-tap-tapping against my cheek and found the gorgeous upcurved crown of his glans throbbing for attention. It peeked from its cowl of foreskin and left a trail of lubricant kisses from my ear to the corner of my lips. I brushed against it as I might have a beloved pet. It was Emil's one-eyed trouser snake and in a childlike sense we were best friends.

"Suck it," Emil sounded so much like his brother at that moment, commanding, bold.

"I thought you wanted me to fuck you?" I blew air across his sex. His cock jerked and spat a dollop of clear, viscous fluid, the distilled essence of manhood.

"You're there already," he rocked his hip and slapped my cheek with his cock. I seized it with one hand and squeezed.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" Emil's eyes rolled back in his head. His cock thickened ever more until the veins on the surface looked fit to burst. I choked off his lubricant until he squirmed. When I finally released the dam his fluid oozed over the head and down, coating my hand. I lapped up his oily secretions with coquettish flicks of my tongue, feeling much like how I imagined a kitten enjoyed a bowl of cream.

"You taste so good, lover," I licked my chops. Emil opened his mouth to reply when I took him into my mouth. His eyes shot round with surprise, his head fell back, and he uttered a sound reminiscent of an orgiastic wolverine. "Fffuuuuuuckkk yyyyyyeeessssss."

I smiled as best I could around the thick rod prodding at the back of my throat. It felt on par with swallowing a flashlight. Emil's flesh yielded more than metal of course but it still posed a daunting challenge.

I mixed his oily lube with my spit and swallowed when I took him into my mouth. I took him down as far as he naturally fit then took my cue from reptiles. I imagined unhinging my jaw, pushing my head down Emil's cock, twisting from side to side and then swallowing, down, side to side, swallow. I slid down his prodigious shaft by inches. When I needed to breathe I backed up in my throat to suck in air, swallowed more spit and lube, then resumed my downward trek. I heard the cartilage in my throat pop a few times, expanding to accommodate my lover's girth. Soon enough my nose rested against Emil's shaved pubic bone, his swollen testicles propped on my chin. My lover celebrated my effort in a uniquely charming way.

"Jesus-Fucking-Christ!" Emil's blasphemous howl matched the joy of the Hallelujah Chorus on Christmas morning. His thighs shook with uncontrollable pleasure. He shoved as much cock into me as possible. I pushed away for a breath, my mouth dripping with runnels of spit, lube, and tears. I gasped rapturously and focused on my lover's glans for a moment, nursing on the head, sliding my tongue under the foreskin, flicking his piss slit with my tongue, all before plunging back down. I fell into a trance fucking Emil with my throat. Up and down, up and down, I lost all track of the world around me. All that mattered to me was Emil's pleasure.

"Tiso," he pulled at my hair, gasping out my nickname frantically. "I'm close! I'm–!"

I flew off Emil's cock and squeezed him brutally with both hands, choking his ejaculation off, forcing it back into his balls. He thrashed in the bed, gnashing in pain.

"Fuck, that hurts!" He complained.

"It'll hurt so good when you come." I kissed him.

"I know, so fuck me already!" He sulked cutely.

"I hadn't gotten to your feet, baby. They've been carrying your sexy ass all day. I know they must be tired and hurt."

"Later," he said knowing there would be a later, probably in a sunken hot tub with snifters of brandy and a marvelous view.

"I'm too hot for you now," he seized my hair and bent my head back in a breathtaking kiss. He drew back until our gazes met. "Fuck me, Chonay, please!"

I realized then that I had been stalling. I let my insecurity get the better of me but no more. I shoved him back into our come-drenched blankets. I took his erection in hand and threatened him with it to comical effect. "Hands off, this cock is mine, get it? No touching!" He giggled while I pushed his knees up. I took in the marvelous sight before me.

Emil learned to ice skate before he learned to walk. This blessed him with long, powerful legs, strong ankles, and a shapely, athletic ass. I imagined they opened like the gates to the Promised Land all for my pleasure. I lay on my belly, hooked my arms around his thighs, and dove into his pucker with the relish of a prize-winning pig snuffling for truffles. Emil's gasps provided musical accompaniment as I feasted.

I traced the periphery of his sphincter with my tongue. Once I staked my claim, I circled inward inspecting every crease and fold in his quivering pink flesh. Emil smelled of sweat, body wash, and a uniquely captivating musk. A mysterious quality in this musk triggered a primordial portion of my brain. I craved this funky, earthy scent beyond reason. I drooled like a ravenous animal and attacked Emil's defenseless pucker with every oral weapon at my disposal. 

I lapped at his tender skin with feverish intensity. I kissed, I sucked, I nibbled, savoring his twitches like fine wine. I drilled for buried treasure in his molten depth and when his anus failed to yield my prize fast enough I pried him open with my bare. Fucking. Hands.

"Fuck yes, Chonay, EAT THAT ASS!" Emil thrashed wildly in my grasp. He twisted the bedding in his fists. His toes curled tightly with the power of my oral assault. He hiked his glorious ass off the bed and rammed it in my face. I needed Emil, now.

I climbed to my feet in bed. I maneuvered Emil until he rested on his shoulders. He bent double with his cock dripping with lust on his lips. His ass pointed up, vulnerable and ready for me. My cock felt ready to split the skin as I mounted him. I pierced him easily and slid home. He cried out at my violation but soon after settled with a hungry purr. I knew what he felt. I scratched the itch deep in his core as he had done for me so many times. My insecurity vanished, I fulfilled my purpose as his lover and drilled home.

"Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes," he hissed with sublime satisfaction as I ground into him with a lusty snarl.

"Suck yourself," I twisted my cock in his hole before leaning on him. This pushed his long cock past his lips and Emil nursed on his organ in a display out of licentious fantasy.

I changed pace between rapid fire stabs and lusty rolls of the hips, never letting him rest. I stroked his prostate with precision savoring every cry from his lips. Emil never seemed more beautiful than in the throes of passion. He forgot his sadness if only for a little while. I could no more deny him this respite than deny my own breath. He was my beautiful, fucked up man.

I flipped Emil onto his belly at the moment of truth, laughing as I denied him release yet again.

"I will have my revenge, fucker!" He threatened until I shoved his face into the sodden bedding.

"Shut the fuck up and snort funk like a good boy." I grinned savagely. He obeyed gleefully, gathering the bedding into his arms and shamelessly licking up the remnants of spent passion. In the meantime I rammed my lover's ass with my full might.

The room broke into a drumbeat of flesh crashing together. I seized the back of Emil's hair and leaned into him with the force of a jackhammer. I crushed his prostate relentlessly, slamming him into a screaming orgasm with ruthless determination. In retaliation his ass milked my cock with the grip of a vengeful titan. He tore a howl of release from the pit of my soul. I collapsed onto his back, drained of every erg of energy. My blood sang with endorphins, Dopamine, and Oxytocin. My love for Emil never felt stronger. I lay possessively across his back. I was eight inches shorter so I imagined a Chihuahua on top of a Great Dane.

"Love you," I rubbed between his shoulder blades with my cheek. I added a kiss for good measure.

"Me too you," he sighed with contentment. "You were incredible."

"Score one for the Chihuahua. Our children are going to look so funky."

He cracked up laughing, jostling me from my perch. He rolled onto his side and opened the blanket. I snuggled into his embrace and huffed funk with him. I woke up some time later as the bed shifted under Anton's weight. I cracked an eye open as he placed a tender kiss on Emil's brow.

"I'm sorry," he whispered softly and covered us both with his body.

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Author's Note: I write in a fantasy world where sexually transmitted diseases do not exist but in the real world glove it before you love it. Carry on gentlemen!

Also, this concludes "A Long, Hard Night." Stay tuned for chapter one of "A Long, Hard Life" where I explore the life and love of this unusual trio. Thank you for reading!