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  Next was the priestess of the gods, who stepped forward to perform the second rite of bonding to intertwine their lifespan as well as to recognize their bond.

  “Bring forward your token,” the priestess demanded.

  Together, Apollo and Yves produced the tokens they had both prepared, something of the utmost importance and the most cherished, presenting it to the priestess, who accepted it from them. The priestess then proceeded to bless the tokens, enchanting them so that once they were exchanged and went on the other’s person, they would never come off.

  The tokens were soon returned, Yves’s token, a collar brooch, and Apollo’s token, an arm bracelet. “You may offer the token to your mate.”

  They exchanged them and then put them on, and they sealed onto their bodies, imprinting to form a tattoo of a crest to symbolize the other on their person. The priestess stretched her hand out to them, and they placed their hands in hers. One by one, she reopened their wound from earlier and bled them into a goblet. She began chanting, swirling the mixture in the goblet, which she then raised above her head and continued her chanting.

  Soon, a puff of smoke emerged from the goblet when the priestess stopped chanting, and she offered the mixture to the both of them, starting with Apollo, for them to consume. A necessary evil, but Yves reluctantly downed the rest of the mixture, trying his best to close off his senses to what he’d taken as well as his beliefs against consuming blood or animal flesh.

  The priestess took back the goblet and passed it on and then indicated for them to hold hands as she performed the joining, the last of the rites. As she chanted, Yves began to experience an out-of-body reaction. It was as though his spirit left his shell of a body and he became ethereal, sifting through centuries upon centuries of time as a mere observer. He lived through memories of the entirety of Apollo’s life in the span of mere seconds, gleaning all there was about his mate.

  The same happened to Apollo as he lived through memories of Yves’s hundred years of life. He experienced for himself the turmoil, the restlessness, the despair, the joy, the momentary glimpse of peace, and then the devastation and everything in between.

  For the both of them, their experience of the other gave them an insight into who their mate really was until their spirits mingled as one before slamming back into their respective bodies. They both came to with a gasp as they tightly held on to each other, tears running down both their cheeks as they stared deep into each other’s eyes, the window to their souls.

  The moment was so intense that as they breathed hard and regarded each other, their senses were on overload, overwhelmed by what they had experienced. Everything around them faded away into nothing, the voices fell away into a deep background neither could hear. The crackle of their energies mixed together thundered in a contained circle around them. They were the only two who heard the deafening sound as they were brought back to the present where they were surrounded. Neither moved nor broke gaze until the priestess was done with the joining even as voices filtered back into their world.

  “You may now seal the joining with a kiss.”

  Only when the priestess prompted them did they slowly gravitate toward each other, slipping their arms around each other and holding on tightly till their lips touched tentatively. Soon, Yves parted his lips, and Apollo delved in, taking the invitation for what it was and devouring his mate whole.

  A loud cheer went up, and the happy couple never relented in their shared soul-searing kiss. Both still molded together without an inch of space between them while they sealed their bond in every sense of the word.

  * * * *

  Apollo dragged Yves along with him into Yves’s bedroom and crashed into the younger man’s mouth long before the bedroom door shut behind them. It was like being hit by a tornado. They were all over each other, sucking, biting, and all tongues, teeth, and lips as they devoured each other, giving in to the passion that had been building in them ever since they had met.

  When they ran out of air and had to separate, Apollo latched onto Yves’s shoulder, tracing kisses all over every inch of naked skin he could get to. Soon, it was not enough, and he began pulling Yves’s tunic off his body, running his hands all over the other man’s body as his control just about snapped. Yves fared no better, for he felt like merging into Apollo and sinking deeply into the other man. He ran his hands all over the older man’s body, into his hair, and untangled the heavy, silky mass from the band holding it in place.

  Soon, Yves stood before Apollo in all his naked glory, and Apollo stood back to feast with his eyes alone on the beautifully sculpted frame designed just for him. Apollo admired the fact that his mate was well proportioned everywhere, slender and gorgeous. Apollo could feel his erection thickening further at the flushed and lust-filled embodiment of desire standing before him.

  Apollo pulled Yves into his arms and slammed his mouth down onto Yves’s open lips. Apollo pushed his tongue deeper into Yves’s mouth, and without hesitation, Yves wound his arms around Apollo’s neck, pressing their bodies together. They dueled with their lips, making mad, passionate love to their mouths with both erections straining against each other’s.

  Soon, Apollo began sucking hungrily at the junction between Yves’s neck and shoulder. Yves was desperate to get closer, to feel through the barrier of clothing separating his naked body from Apollo’s clothed one and to be consumed by Apollo. His hunger knew no bounds, rising with each passing second as it became clearer that this was not some fevered fantasy. This was actually happening.

  Apollo unwound Yves’s arms from his neck and swept the other man into his arms, chuckling at the surprised yelp Yves released when he tossed him onto the bed. Apollo made quick work of his clothes, shrugging them off until he was completely naked before crawling up the bed to lie on top of Yves.

  Hovering atop Yves with his hands supporting his weight on either side of Yves’s head, Apollo stared into his beloved’s gorgeous, dilated eyes and smiled. To know that Yves wanted him just as much as he wanted him sent a heady feeling spreading throughout his system.

  Apollo knew that this was the first time for Yves, and he wanted it to be all and more than what was expected. However, he wasn’t sure he would be able to rein in his desire to have the other man here and now, sinking into that sweet hole over and over again. Shuddering, Apollo touched his lips to Yves’s smooth chest, placing a kiss on Yves’s heart.

  “You are so beautiful, youngling. Right here.” Apollo placed another kiss on Yves’s heart and then leaned up to trace his finger over the arch of Yves’s cheekbones. “And here.” Apollo gently placed a kiss on Yves’s closed lids, one after the other. “And here also.” He laid a kiss on Yves’s lips and then leaned back to examine the younger man.

  Yves blushed from the compliment, feeling shy to be naked before another person and at the same time, pleased by Apollo’s words. He tried to hide his face in Apollo’s chest, but the other man was having none of it.

  Apollo used his hand to hold up Yves’s face for his inspection, smiling at the heat plainly visible in Yves’s cheeks before peppering playful kisses all over the other man’s face. Yves giggled and tried to turn his face away, but Apollo gave him no opportunity to do so and instead kept teasing him with kisses.

  When he tried to wiggle away, Apollo clasped both his hands in his and held them on the bed above Yves’s head. Without warning, Apollo turned from playful to serious in the blink of an eye and took Yves’s open mouth with his in a toe-curling kiss. Apollo teased Yves tongue out to play, content to whet his burning desire for now by making love to Yves’s mouth.

  “I’m going to worship every inch of your body,” Apollo whispered and took Yves’s mouth in his once more. “Make you completely mine.”

  “Yes, please.”

  Apollo tore his lips away from Yves’s and began trailing open-mouthed, wet kisses down Yves’s chin, his jaw, and then his chest. Apollo took one of Yves’s straining nipples into his mouth and bit gently down, enjoying Yv
es’s reaction to his ministrations as the other man arched off the bed, crying out.

  Yves was overloaded with the sweet scent and flavor of Apollo against his body, and his senses were overwhelmed from being so close to his fated mate and being held by the other man.

  Apollo pulled his mouth away from Yves’s nipples and used his fingernails to scrape against the other one, drawing passionate moans from deep within Yves. Soon, Apollo latched onto that nipple, sucking it harder than he had the first one until Yves yelled out from the pain-pleasure feeling cascading down his spine.

  “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” Yves begged, not knowing what he wanted but wanting something more.

  “I have no intention of stopping, youngling,” Apollo replied, his voice thick with passion.

  As Apollo continued teasing, nibbling, and licking, Yves grabbed the back of the other man’s head, drawing him tighter against his body in an attempt to control the movements. Apollo wasted no time in extracting himself away from his mate’s clutches and pinning the hand away from him all without ceasing his ministrations.

  Apollo soon released the sensitive nub and began licking his way down Yves’s body, dipping his tongue into the hollow of Yves’s navel and teasing him there. Apollo moved farther down until he was settled comfortably between Yves’s splayed legs and threw them over his shoulder.

  Apollo engulfed the entirety of Yves’s straining cock, testing his gag reflex. He flicked his tongue against the sensitive slit in his cock, and Yves was unable to keep from screaming out loud.

  Yves bucked and writhed on the bed, but Apollo showed no mercy as he deftly tortured each and every cry out of Yves’s body. He sucked and kneaded Yves’s balls, tugging and playing, licking. Drawing Yves’s cock into his hot, wet mouth, Apollo brought Yves to the pinnacle over and over again, only to stop moments before Yves was ready to explode.

  “Oh heavens, I-I c-can’t take anymore. Please, please, please. I-I need.” Yves’s voice was a quivering mess as he kept thrashing about, desperate for a release.

  Yves was overwhelmed with passion, as he stared at his cock sliding in and out of Apollo’s sinful lips. His breath came in quick gasps as he fought to keep it together but all to no avail. He was devouring Apollo with his eyes, mesmerized by the sight and the feeling of what Apollo was doing evoked in him.

  “By the heavens, what are you doing to me?” Yves rasped.

  Apollo allowed Yves’s cock to pop out of his mouth, and Yves was too far gone to notice until he felt Apollo grasp the extremely sensitive member and began stroking it. Apollo eyed Yves’s fevered face with a devilish gleam in his eyes and then slowed down on his stroking. His hand on Yves’s cock was slow and torturous until the fire began to build once more in Yves.

  A string of pre-cum dribbled out from Yves’s cock as he began speaking incoherently, begging for mercy and release. Satisfied by Yves’s reaction, Apollo took Yves’s dick once more into his mouth and sucked hard, sliding the cock into and out of his mouth and driving Yves wild below him.

  Apollo could feel Yves’s cock thickening in his mouth, veins plumping from excitement, yet his controlled movements never sped up and never changed. He let out a long, agonized grunt as Yves finally erupted. Apollo sucked the hot spurts of cum jetting down his throat without letting a single drop go to waste.

  Yves felt as though he was floating on clouds. His body went lax and completely relaxed after that orgasm that even his lips could not move when Apollo brought his stretched and swollen lips on his in a kiss.

  He let Apollo languidly kiss him, tasting himself on the other man’s lips. The heady taste and feel of Apollo atop him spurred him into motion, and he used both hands to wrap around the other man’s back, bringing the full weight of the other man on him.

  “How do you feel?” Apollo murmured against Yves’s neck, tickling a laugh out of the other man.

  “Relaxed, great, and I want more!”

  Apollo chuckled. “Bossy little minx, aren’t we?”

  “More,” Yves said on a contented but expectant note.

  “What my mate wants, my mate gets,” Apollo said on a dark chuckle.

  Apollo shoved his hand down under Yves’s sac and stretched his fingers back between his legs, pressing his fingertips up into the crack of Yves’s ass and putting the barest of pressure on his hole.

  Yves gasped and stiffened then suddenly let go on a deep, harsh moan. “O-ohhh!” Yves cried in surprise.

  Cool hands spread Yves’s cheeks, a warm tongue pressed against his entrance, and Yves felt as though he could collapse from the sheer pleasure. He cried out, a long, harsh gasp that gave way to a tortured moan. His body was splayed achingly with the inability to move. He could feel Apollo’s tongue everywhere, and the building emotions in him felt like he was being driven to the brink of something he so desperately needed.

  He began thrashing but was held down by Apollo’s powerful arm, held in place for a pleasure that was driving him out of his mind. He begged incoherently for things he had no idea about but wanted so badly. A slick finger soon poked in beside Apollo’s tongue, and Yves’s whole body short-circuited.

  Although Apollo’s cock had been gently pressing on his hole for well over a minute, Yves was still surprised when it slipped in. The intrusion was excruciatingly painful, but Yves didn’t care. This was what he was made for, though that didn’t stop him from crying out.

  Apollo continued to press forward inch by painful inch until Yves could feel the man’s hips against his ass, and the knowledge that he’d taken his mate inside of him eclipsed any pain that Yves might be feeling. He let out a moan, squeezing down on the cock inside of him.

  Yves had never felt anything so erotic, so carnal, so mind-blowing…and he wanted it, loved it, and needed it. After a month and then some of watching Apollo, missing him and thinking about him, needing to touch him, and of stuffing down the desire, Yves had been unable to stop from completely erupting.

  Loads and loads of cum erupted from his cock, and Apollo was not far behind, ejaculating into Yves’s hot, tight passage. Yves felt himself floating on a cloud until he finally went limp with exhaustion and deep, sated satisfaction. Apollo pulled out of Yves and watched in fascination as cum dribbled out of Yves’s hole.

  Yves saw the look in Apollo’s eyes, and he knew the other man was totally not done with him, but he could not take any more. In his attempt to get away, Apollo dragged his flailing body toward him and pinned him down on his stomach with an arm on Yves’s back while he straddled him.

  “Not so fast, youngling.” Apollo yanked Yves against him. “I’ve waited too long for this. Been patient enough.” He covered Yves’s neck and back with kisses, moved down and trailing kisses down Yves’s spine.

  Apollo drew the lower part of Yves’s body up until Yves was face down on the pillow and his ass was up in the air, open and exposed for his perusal.

  “By the spirits, I can’t take anymore,” Yves protested weakly.

  Apollo chuckled darkly. “You can. And you will.”

  Apollo groaned and bit into Yves, not enough to break the skin, but enough to hurt in a good way before pushing into the cum-dripping hole once more. Apollo withdrew all the way and then slowly, gently pushed in once more, his smile feral when Yves cried out. Gently, gently, slowly and just like that, Apollo repeated his actions over and over again, pulling completely out and then pushing back in.

  Yves moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back in pleasure that his sensitive body could no longer take, yet was hesitant to stop. “Oh, by the heavens, w-what are you d-doing to me?”

  “Claiming you in every way imaginable. Now tell me who you belong to.”

  “Y-you. I belong to you. I-I’m yours.”

  The noise of skin slapping against skin and the scent of sex and cum permeated the air, all adding to Yves’s sensitivity, making all his insides, as well as his mind, turn into mush. All he knew was the floating feeling engulfing him and the feel of Apollo’s raw, hot cock pushi
ng in and out of him. He felt as though he was in a different world, his body pliant to the wills and wishes of his mate, Apollo, as the cresting tides of pleasure flowed over him.

  Apollo poured his all into his mate, fucking him, though tenderly like there was no tomorrow. He reached in front, between Yves’s legs, and began stroking Yves’s cock. The joining of his body with his mate’s to him was a physical expression of the love he’d come to feel for the younger man.

  They became as one, sharing their soul and bonding in a primitive manner, showing and proving their love for each other. Showing and sharing the frustration of being apart for a month and not being able to see each other, to hold each other or to talk. They were not just fucking. They made love. They cherished the other’s body.

  When Apollo stiffened behind Yves, groaning, and then exploded inside Yves, it triggered Yves’s own release. Apollo pumped his seed into Yves’s body and held on to his mate’s sensitive cock as Yves began to orgasm around his fingers. They both came and came, shouting each other’s names before collapsing together onto the bed with Apollo over and still inside Yves’s body.

  After a while, Yves panted out, “Can’t breathe.”

  Pulling out of Yves, Apollo collapsed beside the younger man, draping his arms around the slimmer, lithe body. “Oh, right, my apologies.”

  A snore filled the room, and Apollo eyed his exhausted mate with surprise and amusement, watching as sleep stole him away. Yves was gorgeous both asleep and awake, and after several minutes spent admiring this remarkable specimen molded for him, Apollo stood and padded naked into the bathroom.

  He walked back out after cleaning up and fetching a washcloth to do the same for his mate before proceeding to carefully wipe away evidence of what they had just done away from Yves’s body. Once done, Apollo tossed the washcloth onto the ground and crawled into the bed beside his sleeping mate. He threw the duvet over the both of them and, spooning the other man, allowed sleep to claim him.