UnSpeakable Vol. 3, Niall's Discipline

Chapter Eight: Be Prepared

Authors Notes -- Each sectioned paragraph is numbered, Enjoy!  Oh, and for those pronouncing Dahak's name like "Da-hack"...it's pronounced "Day-Hawk" ...Should've mentioned that, huh?

Zayn was angry on top of the clouds, throwing lightening bolts from his hands. The bolts made the loudest crashes and it almost awoke the angels. He screamed loud as he flung his hands out, bolts tremor from his veins to the wall. It cracked and fell open. 

“What do you think you're doing?” Ares asked, his voice calm and collected, Zayn continued to shock the wall until it was dust. “Are you out of your mind.”

“Fuck off, mate!” Zayn shouted, grabbing Ares' vest by the scruff. He pushed him against the pillars. Ares grabbed his nephew and pulled himself free. “Just leave me alone.” Zayn said. Ares pulled the sword from Zayn's belt and threw it to the floor. 

“Let's put this down before you hurt somebody.' he said, “Wanna tell me why you're destroying Mount Olympus.”

“Like you care! You just want your sword back so you can go back to waging wars in Greece. Well, forget it Ares. I'm done, I'm out of the game.”

“What are you talking about?”

“They found the ring...”

“What ring?” Ares asked. Zayn sighed and turned toward his uncle.

“The ring of The Order Of Elmara. Dahak used the power of the Demi Gods to come back, and he made it look like me. Sick bastard is doing it to split us apart.”

“Are you listening to yourself?” Ares asked, his voice was harsh and cruel, “You call yourself a god? You make me sick.” He was more than cruel. “Use your powers, do what it takes to get your friends to get the sword.”

“It's not just the sword now Ares...The Apple of Aphrodite is gone too.”

“Are you telling me that my sister is powerless too?”

“Would I lie?” Zayn replied. He was tense and full of frustration.

Niall laid against Rhyddian, sometime through the night he crawled his way onto the bed. His arms wrapped around the boy who nursed him back to health the night before. Niall lifted his head off the pillow and glared at the clock on the side table. 3.45 am, too early to get up, and too late for Liam to peak his head in. He was a bit shocked however, that Liam hadn't come in the dark of the night. Usually he sat on the windowsill. Mostly because Niall had never invited him in before and a vampire can't come in unless it's invited. Niall knew this, but he'd never had to invite his lover in. Most nights he showed up to Liam's place, his feet sore from the longest trip. He started at five o'clock and got there at seven. Three miles was the longest distance he had to walk. There were other cemeteries around, and Liam offered to move closer, but he never did due to the fact that Niall liked the long ass walk. It helped him clear his mind. He shut his eyes and saw Liam there. His lips were soft and warm, strange with all things considered about him. Niall could taste him on his tongue. Their lips locked as he moaned and sighed under his breath. Niall was in euphoria when Liam went under the sheet and started performing the most incredible oral sex on him. Every suck and twist of the tongue was better than the last. The warmth of his mouth crept around his glans as they went cold each time Liam's head went back and forth. Niall moaned as his phallus throbbed. Liam sucked his glans harder and licked his frenulum. He let go and folded Niall's legs up as he came closer to his abdomin. Entering slowly into Niall's body, it hurt somewhat and was tight. The deeper he went the sharper the pain went as though his body was rejecting Liam's penis. Niall opened his eyes and in the darkness, he saw it. He saw what he was doing, he was looking up at someone who wasn't Liam. It wasn't even a vampire. It was a small frame with strong grip. It was Rhyddian. He was thrusting slowly in Niall's body, the Irish kid didn't even care. He didn't give a rats ass who was fucking his body. He cared about how it felt. And for the first time in his life, it felt real. Liam always felt as though he was pretending to be the best lover. Rhyddian was fresh breath compared to other men.