Demons, Witches, and Toads (BoyxBoy) - Chapter 118: Chapter 118

Mulock gently closed the door to the chamber they shared behind him, a tense silence hanging heavy in the air.
After a moment, Mulock finally broke it. "Are you scared?"
"Of what?" Wheeler murmured.
"Of tomorrow," Mulock replied, his voice tight. "Of this all being for nothing." He paused, letting out a low breath. "Of dying..."
"Yeah," Wheeler answered softly, his gaze never leaving Mulocks'. "But the thing that scares me most," he took a step closer, "is that I'm going to lose you."
There was no denying the horrible truth— no matter what occurred tomorrow, this was the end for them. Wheeler would either die in battle or defeat his father, both instantly ending their contract.
This was their final night together.
"I'll miss your smile," Mulock said, gently running his thumb across Wheeler's lower lip.
"I'll miss your eyes," Wheeler replied in return, arms wrapping around his waist as he pulled him closer.
Mulock's fingers traced the line of his cheek. "I'll miss your freckles. Each and every one of them."
"Well, I'll miss your sarcasm," Wheeler continued, softly pushing Mulock up against the wall. "Along with that expression you alway make whenever you think of an especially brutal insult."
"I'll miss your hopeless optimism," Mulock said with a chuckle. "And the way your eyes crinkle whenever you're happy."
Wheeler blinked back the burn of tears. "I'll miss the line between your brows when you draw them together."
Mulock pulled him closer still. "I'll miss your laugh."
"Yeah, well I'll miss your smirks."
"Your selflessness."
"Your heart."
"Your everything."
"Oh God, I love you," Wheeler choked before desperately closing the space between them.
Wheeler clung to Mulock as he deepened the kiss, feeling like he might die if he let go. Mulock's head slammed against the wall as they grabbed for each other, the kisses growing rough and feverish.
Mulock's teeth tugged at Wheeler's lower lip as the human ripped off his shirt, fingers pulling frantically at the laces, letting it fall to the floor. Wheeler had come to know the lines of his body so well, and he treasured every inch of burning skin beneath his fingers as his hands traced up the long scars on Mulock's back.
At last, Wheeler drew back from the kiss, moving his lips to the sensitive skin above Mulock's collarbone. Teeth found flesh, causing the demon's breath to hitch, hands gripping Wheeler's shoulders tightly. When he finally removed his mouth, a fresh purple bruise stood out against Mulock's skin, marking him as his own. Wheeler belonged to Mulock, and in turn, Mulock belonged to him—if only for one more night.
"Mully," Wheeler whispered hoarsely, their hot breath mingling between them, "this time, if you wouldn't mind...I'd like to... to be the one to..."
"If that's what you want," Mulock said, his fingers sliding down Wheeler's spine, sending an electric shiver through him.
They moved towards the bed, tearing off their remaining clothing until Wheeler gently pushed Mulock down beneath him. He stared at him a moment, treasuring the chance to see him like this. Mulock held his gaze, hair tousled and lips parted, his chest rising and fall rapidly.
"Have you done this before?" Wheeler breathed.
Mulock gave a stiff nod. "Once or twice, when Joseph ordered me to." His eyes fluttered closed. "I never especially liked it."
"Why?" Wheeler asked softly.
"This kind of position makes you vulnerable," Mulock admitted. He reached out, gently cupping Wheeler's face in his hands. "But if it's with you...it's alright."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
And then they were kissing again, grasping and clinging to each other as if they were the only two that existed in the universe. Wheeler parted only briefly to grab for a vial in one of the bedside drawers before finding the demon's lips again. His fingers were trembling as he wetted them with the vial's contents, and then at last—he breached him. Mulock's breath caught, hands flying to Wheeler's back as his body tensed beneath him.
Wheeler let his teeth lightly graze against Mulock's ear as he whispered in a low voice, "is this still alright?"
Mulock nodded desperately against his shoulder, his breathing becoming frantic as Wheeler carefully worked him open.
"Wheeler," Mulock panted weakly, "would you please just put it in already?"
"And you said I was the impatient one," Wheeler mused.
Mulock let out a breathy laugh. "Just shut up and fuck me."
Anxious, desperate, and nearly intoxicated by desire, Wheeler did as he was told. Mulock's legs wrapped around his hips with bruising force, pulling him closer as he slowly entered him.
Wheeler's blood instantly turned to liquid fire. Mulock had allowed him into the most intimate part of himself and the realization nearly drove Wheeler mad with love for him.
"Deeper," Mulock urged between needy gasps, his gaze ravenous. "I want you deeper."
Wheeler obeyed, feeling Mulock's fingers dig into his back, nails biting against his burning skin.
"Am I hurting you?" Wheeler whispered.
"Wheeler," Mulock answered, his voice wrecked. "You could never hurt me."
Hearing the words Mulock had spoken years ago thrown back at him once more made Wheeler's heart leap into his throat.
Their bodies continued to fall together, their rhythm matching the thundering of their hearts. At one particular movement, Mulock's head suddenly fell back against the pillows, a strangled cry escaping his lips as his nails tore down the length of Wheeler's back.
Wheeler pressed a deep kiss to his lips. "Did that feel good?"
"Obviously," Mulock choked.
Wheeler smiled softly, replicating the action again and again until Mulock was falling apart. Wheeler was so completely and utterly consumed by him he was barely aware of the blood dripping down his back from how deeply the demon had scratched. Mulock's gaze was wild, his body flushed, eyes watering and desperate. God, Wheeler wanted to burn this image into his mind forever.
"I love you," Mulock practically sobbed against him.
The words set off an explosion of fire in Wheeler's chest. "Say it again," he begged.
"I love you," Mulock repeated, saying the words over and over, each more desperate than the last until they both surrendered to the white heat of release.
***
Mulock's head pressed against Wheeler's shoulder, their arms and legs still tangled beneath the blankets. Wheeler's eyelids had grown heavy, and he struggled to keep them open as he snuggled up against Mulock.
"Did you try more wandless spell casting?" Mulock murmured, his voice rough. "If they somehow manage to unarm you, being able to attack that way could prove vital."
A smile tugged at the corner of Wheeler's lips. "Only you could make love one moment and then try to talk about strategy the next."
"Sorry."
"I don't mind," Wheeler said softly. "I like it." He laughed, eyes crinkling. "But then again, I like everything you do." Mulock pulled him closer now, arms wrapping tightly around his waist. "But yeah," Wheeler continued. "I tried a few times, but nothing seemed to work. With Emeric, it didn't even feel like it was in my control. More like...it was just an explosion of all my emotions coming out of me at once. I doubt I'd be able to do it again." He swallowed hard, the vivid image of Emeric's blood pooling beneath his head still seared into his mind. "And even if I could...I'm not sure I'd want to."
"I understand," Mulock said, giving Wheeler's hair a light ruffle. A long silence fell between them until Mulock finally said, "I liked what you said earlier."
Wheeler blinked. "About what?"
"About what our future together could be if we had one," Mulock said, his fingers still running through Wheeler's curls. "It sounded perfect." He chuckled, the sound vibrating against Wheeler's chest. "You'd really build me a house?"
"If you'd want one."
"I think a cottage would be nice."
Wheeler's eyes began to flutter closed despite himself. "Me too. I'd take a cottage over the palace any day."
"And you said there'd be a garden?"
"The biggest."
"What kind of flowers?" Mulock asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"Whatever you'd like," Wheeler said. "And if you can't decide, I'll grow you every kind imaginable until you're finally happy with it."
"Everything you do makes me happy," Mulock breathed. A beat of silence followed before Mulock softly added, "Wheeler...I'm so thankful to have had you in my life."
And at last, they drifted off into the warm embrace of sleep.