Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 5

where the feel of it, the memory, could never be erased.
    Sebastian thrust his cock through Drake's hand, each motion rocking against Drake's own erection.
    "Look at me," Drake said on a groan.
    Sebastian flung back his head, those brown eyes wild with lust. No trace of the defiance was there, and none of the fear. This was everything that Drake wanted. This was exactly what he couldn't have. The realization clicked through Drake's brain like the cock of a gun. It wasn't enough to deflate his erection, but it was enough to stop him from using it.
    Sebastian was still lost in the throes. "Fuck me," he begged.
    Drake gritted his teeth against the request. He leaned his hips back, just enough so that he could think again, breathe again, but even as he did so, he tightened his fist around Sebastian's cock. He stroked it fiercely, willing the pain into pleasure that he would not get to feel.
    Sebastian's cries were a bittersweet reward, tightening Drake's lust into a tight ball of longing, never to be realized. Drake pulled at Sebastian's cock, savoring the thick length, panting with the effort of holding himself back.
    "No," Sebastian suddenly cried, and Drake almost stopped. Until he heard Sebastian continue, "Not like this. Fuck me, fuck me."
    But Drake couldn't. This was all he could do, pleasure this man, so he stroked harder. He was too rough, but that was all right. He wanted to imprint his touch into this cock, to mold himself around this man. Faster and harder, until Sebastian stuttered a few breaths and a plaintive,
    "Noooo." The cock in his hand flexed into a tight rod, and even without feeling it, Drake knew it spurted cum onto the dirty concrete floor.
    Sebastian gasped beneath him, and when he pushed back, Drake allowed himself to fall back against the wall. Sebastian scrambled away to the other side of the cell, tucking his cock into his breeches.
    " Bastardo ," he spat at Drake, who tried not to notice how beautiful Sebastian looked in his fury, or how his hands shook as he tied the strings of his pants.
    Lust held Drake in its grip. He could not release with this man, no matter how his body howled and revolted at the denial. Neither could he offer Sebastian anything more than a portion of water and handjob, not when he needed to drill him for information in order to keep him alive.
    He could do nothing here, now.
    He stood up, walked stiffly from the room, and ruefully acknowledged that his first true retreat since he'd become a soldier had come at the hands – nay, the cock – of a captive man.
    CHAPTER 2
    Sebastian tossed the bottle up and caught it. He was getting pretty good at it. Well, he should, since it felt like days had passed, although maybe it was just hours. Either way, he was damn thirsty. Or he had been.
    Even that feeling was starting to fade into an almost blissful trance. Maybe he'd just exist forever like this, no food or water. Maybe this was death.
    Footsteps rang outside and the door whooshed open. He almost charged at the entrant, expecting that man , but was stopped in his place by the sight of two armed guards. Maybe they were the same ones who'd brought him here, maybe not. All the Ke'lan soldiers looked the same, except for one.
    They dragged him without ceremony down the hallway and shoved him through another door. He stumbled, momentarily blinded by the brightness, although it was only lit by a small window. He blinked it away and the sight of the man he'd expected came into focus.
    He was sitting at a table laden with food, studying him with those cold blue eyes. For several minutes, Sebastian stood and salivated. The savory scent of meat wafted over him, while the bright colors of fresh fruits and vegetables teased him from lavish platters. He wanted to dive onto the table, to shovel the food into his mouth, but it must be a trick.
    "Please," the man said in a voice that sounded nothing like a request. "Sit."
    Sebastian sat in the chair opposite him, almost uncomfortable on the plush cushion, accustomed to concrete floors recently and dirt floors prior to that. He was unable to take his eyes off the sight of the glistening food, but still he held himself back
    He was almost ready to give in. If this man demanded for some locations, some information, Sebastian was ready to give it to him, even if he'd have to make it up. He'd suffer for the lie later, no doubt, but it would be worth it. He was suffering now in his starvation.
    "Aren't you hungry?" the man asked. "Go ahead