To Assassinate an Angel

Chapter Six - The Buddha and the Carp

       

Same Day

Tokyo Hotel

Room 315

9 PM

The lights were dimmed.  Pierre and Pat lay curled together on the large bed, the sheets tangled around their naked bodies.  Gabriel had opted to sleep in Chuck's room giving them some much needed privacy. 

"Touch me..." Pierre growled low against Pat's left ear, one arm curled around the younger man's neck.  Pat slid his palm down Pierre's bare chest, over his hard stomach, trailing a finger down the line of hair that started at his navel and tapered at the base of his cock.  Smirking, he wrapped his fingers around the base and squeezed.  Pierre grunted, bucking his hips against his hand.  "Fuck, Pat...I'm so fuckin' hard for you..."

Pat licked his lips then began to stroke him, hard.  Starting at the base, he slid his hand firmly along Pierre's already solid erection.  Pierre pushed against his hand, moaning softly, his arm tightening around Pat's neck.

"Fuck...Pat..."

Pat chuckled.  "Not yet, Bouvier..."

Pierre growled and extricated his arm from the other man's neck, rubbing a hand over his pecs taking a hold of one of his nipples and pinching it lightly.  Pat gasped and tightened his grip on Pierre's dick.  The singer groaned and rocked harder against Pat's hand.  The other man let go and pulled his hand back rolling onto his side.  Pierre frowned.

"Hey...what the hell?"

Pat grinned at him.  "Fuck me..."

"Now?"

Pat growled.  Pierre stared at him, eyes widening slightly.  His boyfriend's aura was suddenly visible to him and it was glowing brightly.  A slender silver thread appeared to be flowing from him directly into Pierre's aura.  Shivering, he grabbed Pat's shoulder and pulled him closer, bringing his mouth down over his, kissing hard.  Pat groaned, grasping Pierre's biceps kissing back.  Pierre snarled, pressing his tongue into Pat's mouth swirling it against the other man's teeth.  Then abruptly he pulled back and pushed Pat down onto his back.

Kneeling back, Pierre pushed Pat's legs against his chest, exposing his ass.  Pat reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the tube of lube handing it to him.

"Don't forget this..." His words came out in a soft moan of anticipation.  Pierre licked his lips, uncapping the tube and squeezing a liberal amount onto his palm, stroking his cock with his hand, groaning.  Then he curled his palm around Pat's cock covering it with the remaining lube.

Growling he slid down further and slowly inserted his long middle finger inside Pat's hole.

"Fuck!" Pat gasped, clenching around his long digit.  Pierre leaned down to press a slow gentle kiss on the head of his penis.  Pat groaned louder, bucking his hips.  Pierre thrust his finger in deeper and crooked it to rub against the prostate gland.  Pat groaned clenching hard. 

"Fuck, Pierre...I need..."

Pierre chuckled.  "I know." He pulled his finger out and slid up positioning the head of his thick shaft against the entrance.  "Ready...?"

Pat groaned again, closing his eyes.  "Don't fuckin' wait, Pierre..."

Pierre grabbed his hips, and thrust down and forward, the head penetrating slowly.  Patrick trembled, mouth open, panting slightly.  As Pierre pushed in, inch by inch, Pat gasped out in short bursts of air.  "Fuck, Pierre...take... your... fucking... time... why... don't... you..."