Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

and position himself over Ren and quietly demand, "Tell me who you belong to, Ren."
    Ren would respond just faintly, "You, Con, you."
    Louder and more forcefully, Con would demand again, "Open your eyes Ren and tell me who you belong to!"
    Forcing his eyes open, and gazing into Con's with a certainty that shouted out his love, Ren would cry aloud, "You, Con, I belong to you."
    Con would push into Ren thrusting deep and stilling for just a moment to let his boy take it all in. When Ren's breathing eased, Con would begin slowly moving; in and out each thrust bringing them closer and closer to the edge, until with a mighty shout, Con would cry out, "Now Ren, come for me now boy!"
    Ren would arch off the lounge and cry aloud, creamy ropes of cum shooting from his pulsing cock. Feeling the clench of his boy all around him Con too would orgasm, shouting out Ren's name as his hot cum filled his lover.
    Con sucked in a shaky breath. Oh god, if only that could be how this night could play out. That was how it should be, how it should've been those six long months ago. There never should have been a separation between Ren and Con. But that was all merely wishful thinking. A daydream that now had no chance of becoming reality. Constantine knew that a far different ending would be in store for him and Ren. Too much time had passed to even hope that Ren continued to feel any emotion at all for Con. Coupled with the fact that Con had repeatedly let his boy down by failing time after time to rescue him from that hellish place; it would be nothing short of a miracle if Ren could even look Con in the eye.
    With a sigh of frustration, Con moved away from the window to his desk and tried to pull his fragmented thoughts together enough to focus back on the report the regiment captain had given him yesterday. The reports had detailed in length all the investigation that had gone into ascertaining the identity of the spy that lived within the palace walls. If there were a breach in palace security, Con would find it. Now that he had his boy back, no one would threaten Ren ever again.
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    Con shook his head at the direction of his thoughts. He should be focused on keeping the Gael safe, but much to his dismay his every thought seemed to be fixed on Ren and Ren alone. Any moment now his boy would be here and the endless torture of the last 6 months could begin to fade into memory. A noise in the hallway roused Con from his musings. A loud knock sounded on the door leading into his study.
    "Come."
    Con watched as the door swung inward and two soldiers came through bearing a blanket draped Ren between them. Con frowned as he took in the bare feet and the meager coverage the blanket provided. Cursing silently, Con berated himself for failing to remember to send clothing along for the boy. He had to be miserably cold and aching from the journey up the steep and rocky footpath that led from the mountain peak to the upper realm. At least he had thought to send along water and a bit of food for the boy.
    "One of you go and fetch some clothing—there's a kitchen boy named Jem who is about his size. And don't forget a pair of soft leather boots for his feet. They're no doubt much worse the for wear from the trek up the hillside."
    One of the guards quickly turned to carry out the order while the other remained, his hand gripping Ren's upper arm. Ren's gaze remained firmly fixed on the floor in front of him, frustrating Con to no end. He wanted to see the boy's eyes. Only then would Con have inkling as to what was going on inside that head. Con turned to the other guard and gave him a dismissive nod.
    "Beg pardon Commander, I'm under orders to remain with the visitor."
    "By whom?"
    "Captain of the guard, Commander!"
    "And I just gave you the order to leave. Whose order do you think it would be most wise to follow, soldier?" The quiet question held a note of threat wrapped inside its seemingly polite tone. The guard swallowed nervously and responded with a small nod, then turned smartly and marched out.
    Con sighed and took a step toward Ren just as another knock sounded on the door. Growling a curse, he strode to the door, yanking it open to glower at whoever was on the other side. The kitchen boy, who had come to deliver the clothing, took one look at Con's face, gave out a small yelp and thrust the bundle at Con. Bowing repeatedly he turned and ran down the hallway.
    Slamming the door shut, Con stepped back into the room and crossed to his